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Hello ya'll! Today I had an idea! I want you all view my favorite movies on the left side of the screen. Here is the goal of this contest; 

The movie with the most comments by the 26th of December I will personally write a alternate ending for. You can comment with the movie and possible ending ideas. The people who suggested the winning title will have their names on the blog!

I really want to do this guys! Lets go!

Frozen Fanfiction!

Hello my lovely followers! Here is the rest of the story! Enjoy!

Chapter Three

The Day of Forgiveness

(Continued) 
~ ~ ~

Slowly, Elsa opened her eyes. She lay on the deck of a still ship. Her head was throbbing in her ears. She tried to hold it in, but the moan escaped her lips anyway. She closed her eyes, the suns glare hurting them.

“Oh, so the sleeping beauty awakes.” She heard a voice laugh.

“Leave her alone, Marius!” another voice snapped.

Tomas.

Elsa's eyes snapped open. She tried to sit up but found tat her arms were bound behind her back. She struggled to get free, but she couldn't.

“Not so fast, Queeny.” Marius chuckled. “You aren’t going anywhere!”

Elsa moaned again as ruff hands hauled her to her feet.

“Tomas, are we going through with what we planned?”

“Of course! Prince Kristoff and Princess Anna have no idea that we are the one responsible. And Hans is to dull to know we'd flee in the exact detection we came from. He'd figure that we'd go home. So this is the prim spot to do away with our little troublemaker.” He caressed Elsa’s check, “After we have a little fun of course,” His eyes screamed all sorts of evil plans. Elsa struggles to break free, but that only made him laugh, “Tie her to the mast then we shall have some fun!”

“Not if I have anything to say about it,” voice called out.

Elsa wondered at it, for it had such authority and love in it. Who was it? She thought she recognized it but...

“You said he wouldn't find us!” Marius whispered, clearly frightened.

“Sh!” hissed Tomas, looking angry and mad, “go get a quiver of arrows, your bow and Erik from the galley. Quick, before he boards us!”

Elsa was tied to the mast by now and was struggling to break her bonds. She watched as Tomas tiptoed up to the wheel and peaked over the back of the ship. She felt helpless. Suddenly she felt a hand go over her mouth and a quiet voice whisper, “I'm untying you. Be ready to fight.”

Soon the ropes fell to the ground. Elsa turned to thank the unknown rescuer but before she could she heard a scram. Whirling around she saw Tomas approaching with his sword raised high. Elsa swung she hand upwards, releasing a blast of ice. Her blast hit true, clinging to the the sword, making it to heavy for Tomas to hold. The sword fell from his hand, smashing the ice off as it his the deck. Elsa quickly ran to the front of the ship, turning just in time to avoid an arrow fired by on of the brothers. But in avoiding the arrow, she slipped, falling on to her side. She struggled to rise, her skirts making it almost imposable. She rolled to her back, closed her eyes and waited for the blow. But it never came. She felt an intense heat on her face and opening her eyes, saw half the ship in flames.

She stared at the lone figure standing in front of the great wall of fire wondering yet again who her saver was. Slowly he turned and she saw his face.

Hans.

The man she'd so despised and hated for so long. The one she'd refused to forgive. She couldn't control her tears any more. The fear, the hatred and now the rescue were to much. She cried as if she'd never stop. Suddenly she felt arms lift her; hold her. She looked up and through the tears she made out Hans. His face was soft and kind. She hid her face into his chest letting the tears flow.

“I'm...sorry Hans,” she choked out.

“What for?” he questioned, softly.

“For not forgiving you like I should. For hardening my heart against your plea. I was wrong. Let me tell you right now. I forgive you.” She looked up into his face. There was such hope in it.

“Thank you, Elsa. And I forgive you as well.” He laughed, “You don't know how relieved I feel! I've been waiting a month to hear those word!” He's eyes looked into hers. “And there is something else.”

“What?” Elsa asked her heart doing little skips.

Hans turned and looked at the wall of fire. “I need to get you to safety and then I'll tell you.” He turned to the edge of the ship, pulling himself up on to the edge. He turned then, holding his hand out for her.

She hesitated just a second, before taking his hand and allowing him to hold her close to his chest. Elsa looked at his face. It had a steely determination in it. His eyes were closed as if he was thinking very hard. “What are you doing Hans?” she asked.

“Sh.” was his only response. All of a sudden he had stepped off the boat. She gasped, arm flying around his neck, ready for an impact of icy cold water. Instead she felt Hans walking across the water. Elsa craned her neck to see if she could tell what was happening. She looked down and saw that Hans was walking on... “Fire?”

Elsa unwrapped her arms from around his neck, laying her head on his shoulder instead. He had powers. Like herself. He'd hidden them away. The words he'd spoken to her in the prison cell so long ago buzzed through her head. “I couldn't let them just kill you.” He knew, he understood. But he still had wanted her throne. Could she just ignore that? She couldn't deny that her heart was telling her what she did not want to hear. She had pushed it away on the ship. Now it was over whelming her head as well as her heart. She closed her eyes, old familiar words pounding her temples, “Conceal, don't feel! Conceal, don't feel! Don't let it show!”

~ ~ ~

As soon as they made it back to their ship, Hans called for the captain to board his brothers and capture them.

Hans was mentally exhausted from walking across the water twice. Elsa, also being extremely worn out, had gone down below deck and fallen asleep and though he was tired too, Hans couldn't get to sleep. He tossed and turned out on the deck, but could not fall asleep. His mind was filled with pictures of Elsa. Holding her in his arms was one of the best things he'd ever done. The fact that she had openly clung to him made him feel warm and cared for. She had been so scared, and had turned to him for help. And when she had seen his powers, she hadn't freaked out.

The captain came back with the prisoners and paraded them down to the hold. But not before they casted hateful glances Hans way. Hans couldn't help but feel bad for them. “They made me do what they need to do know,” he thought, “But they probably never will feel remorse.”

He rolled over to his back. Looking up at the stars, he finally forgave himself. For all lies he had spun and all the lives he'd hurt. And he finally let his mind say it.

“I love you, Elsa.”

Chapter 4

The Day of Love

It took a till next morning to arrive in in Arendelle. Hans rubbed his hand across his eyes., rubbing the weariness from them. He'd been running it through his head all night. How to tell Elsa what he felt. He shook his head in frustration; nothing seemed right.

At that moment, Elsa walked on to deck, stretching. Her dressed was wrinkled and her hair mused, but even in that state Hans couldn't take his eyes off her. She smiled and walked over to him. She smiled and they stood there for a whole minute, just looking at each other. And the funny thing was, it wasn't awkward. In fact it felt completely right. How, they didn't know, but it was.

Finally Elsa broke the silence first, “Thank you, Hans. For saving my life. You didn’t need to. I treated you like...” She lowered her head. She didn't know how to go on. She had been a witch to him. How could she expect him to feel for her what she knew she so deeply felt? She started to cry, feeling so depressed.

Hans looked at her. Her head bowed so humbly. She looked so upset. He could se he shoulders shaking. “Hey, hey,” He took her head in his hands lifting it so he could wipe the tears away, “Don't cry Elsa, please. I forgave you. Please except that.”

“I do,” she nodded, “but...It's something more that troubles me.”

“And what is that?”

“I...I love you!”

“Truly?”

His tone did not contain the disdain or humor she'd been expecting. It instead held wonder. She looked into his eyes and saw it there. Love. The complete and total love she felt in her heart radiated in his eyes. “Yes.”

“Oh, Elsa! I've had a sleepless night, trying to think of how to ask for your love. And here, you've already given it to me!” He laughed and swooped her into his arms. Spinning her above his head. As he set her down he lend in and kissed her. Elsa was taken back only for only a moment and then kissed him back. It was one of the most lovely things she ever experienced

Love had unfolded in her heart and bloomed.

Love had burst from buried seeds in his.

And together, they blended into the most fragrant garden.

~ ~ ~

Many wonderful changes happened in Arendelle that year.

One was the welcome of Elsa-May, Kristoff and Anna's little girl. Named for the mother of Kristoff and the sister of Anna, she was a beautiful little blessing in the royal court. Joy was great in Arendelle at the new.

Another was the announcement of Elsa's engagement to Hans. Though there was some disdain on the towns peoples part, they soon welcomed him to Arendelle after a apology speech.

But one of the greatest change of all was in the hearts of the royal family. All had forgiven and been forgiven. And the hearts of all were melted. There were no more frozen hearts in Arendelle. And that was a great change indeed.

Frozen Fanfiction!

Okay, so no one really commented on my last post, so if ya'll are reading, here is some more. 

I'm working on another story idea. It's kinda an alternate ending for Frozen. So enjoy! 

Chapter Two

The Day of Reckoning

Elsa couldn't believe she was sitting here, waiting for him! She stood as started to pace, hands clutched in front of her. She didn't want to hurt him, despite her hatred. She could feel the anger churning in her stomach, threatening to spill over. She sat heavily onto her throne.

Kristoff was nervous and also slightly angry. He trusted Anna's judgment and he trusted Elsa and that she could control her power around Hans, but he wasn't sure that he could trust himself not to punch that dirty no good snake into the ground. Hans had hurt his wife and his sister-in-law. Kristoff's good, loving heart couldn't sit and watch them hurt even more.

Anna was thoughtful. Was she really ready to forgive Hans? To move on and not dwell on the past? She stood at the open window, over looking the fjord. She breathed the sweet sea air and prayed she'd have the patience and ability to forgive this hurtful man.

“Anna, I can't do this!” Elsa moaned, head in her hands.

“Elsa, please? I...” Anna was interrupted by the throne room doors opening.

“The princes of the Southern Isles to see you m'lord, m'ladies.” Kia stated.

Before Elsa could say anything Anna quickly nodded, “Please show them in.”

Soon, all four brothers stood before them. Prince Tomas stood on the left with two others Anna did not recognize . But the fourth, oh did she ever recognize him. She suddenly felt quite weak. She tried clear her head but the fogginess of her brain increased. She felt Kristoff's strong, warm arm around her waist squeezing ever so softly.

“My lady.” Prince Tomas bowed.

“He really has a thing with bowing,” thought Anna, “I wonder if he is embarrassed about what Hans did.”

Prince Tomas motioned toward the two brothers on his left. “Allow me to introduce Prince Erik and Prince Marius.” They both bowed and then all three stepped back leaving the fourth brother all alone.

“Um...” Hans shuffled is feet, head bowed, feeling so guilty for even being there. He didn't wanted to face them. Didn't want to be there, standing in front of the people he'd hurt so much. He'd almost killed Anna! And Elsa for that matter. All for power. What had he been thinking!? With that though his head shot up, his eyes looking for Anna. At first his eyes landed on Elsa. She had such burn hatred in those clear blue eyes of hers that Hans had to quickly look away. And then he found her. Anna. The mountain man, Kristoff, he thought his name was, stood with his arm around her. She looked so pretty, red hair laying against her green dress. He shook his head.

“I lied to them. I lied to myself, thinking what I was doing was helping the people of Arendelle. I...” Hans started to sob. He fell on his knees and held his head with his hands. “Anna, please, please forgive me! I was a fool!” Hans couldn't continue. Sobs shook his body.

Anna, watched this in silence. She couldn't tell if it was an act or not. Finally, she listened to her heart. She pulled from Kristoff and walked to Hans. She knelt and whispered in his ear. “Hans, I... I forgive you.”

Hans' sobs increased. Anna stood and turned to the brothers. “I forgive him.” Tears started to poor down her cheeks. She quickly tried to hid them, but soon gave up and just let them poor. She turned to Kristoff and hid her face in his chest. Sobs convulsed her body.

“Anna, honey, are you alright?” Kristoff's voice held a note of worry and for that Anna loved him all the more.

“Yes, I...” Anna gasped, trying to catch her breath, “I'm fine Kristoff. I haven't felt this good in a long time. I feel so... so free!” She hiccuped then causing Kristoff to smile and hug her closer to him.

“I wish...I wish I felt like that. Free” thought Hans. He still felt captured. He turned to Elsa. Her eyes were mostly on her sister, but her they seemed to be flickering between him and Anna. “She's still angry. And the sad thing is I don't blame her. I deserve it.” Hans stood then and turned to Elsa, feeling braver then he had at the start.

“My queen I ...”

“I am not your queen!” She snapped, “I'll never be your queen and I shall never, ever forgive you!” and with that Elsa flew out the door at the back of the room.

“Elsa? Elsa wait!” Anna shouted as she ran after Elsa, leaving Kristoff and Hans alone.

“Well...” Kristoff shrugged unsure how to proceed. He turned to look at Hans' brothers silently pleading for them to help. They didn't.

“Please, Kristoff, I beg your forgiveness.” Hans' voice pleaded.

“Why? Why should I forgive you? You don't deserve it.” Kristoff turned to walk out of the room when he heard a quite voice.

“No, I don't.”

Kristoff stopped and turned back to Hans, “What did you say?”

“I said I don't deserve to be forgiven. No one really does. But it's what we need to do, isn't it? And even if you don't want to forgive me now, I'll wait. Forgiveness heals the heart. The heart of the one asking and the heart of the one giving forgiveness.”

With that Hans bowed. “M'lord,” he said and turned to leave.

“Wait, Hans,” Kristoff stepped of the dais and hurried to him, grabbing his forearm “I...I forgive you. Please, forgive me for being so slow to follow my wife example.” Kristoff paused for a moment, “You want all of us to forgive you?”

Hans nodded.

“Then why don't you and your brothers stay here? We have room.”

“I don't think Queen Elsa would like that.”

“Queen Elsa will get over it,” Anna said, entering the throne room the same way she left, but looking a deal angrier, “It's my house as much as hers. And right now I don't care what I do to make her mad!” She smiled then, “Hans, you are welcome to stay here. And your brothers as well.” She said nodding to the princes.

“Thank you princess, “ Prince Tomas replied, “We gladly except.”

“Sure beats sleeping on our boat,” Marius whispered to Erik, who nodded in agreement.

“Come I'll show you to your rooms,” and with that Anna and Kristoff invited a war into there home.

Chapter Three

The Day of Forgiveness

Elsa was so angry she'd frozen half of her room. Anna had invited that...that traitor into her home! He'd been there a month, along with his stupid brothers. Anna had told her they'd stay there until she could forgive Hans from her heart. She didn't think she could ever do that and she couldn't stay here herself. She couldn't take it anymore! She had to get out of there, now!

Elsa quietly eased the door open and hurried through the corridor. She rounded the corner and...smack... ran into Hans. Her arms flailed and she started to fall. But she never hit the ground. A hand had grabbed her waist and pulled her to her feet.

“Glad I caught you.” He smiled. “Are you alright, m'lady?”

“I'm fine.” She couldn't bring herself to say anything rude or hurtful. His arm was still around her waist, and in a strange way, she didn't mind it. Which made her mad. Why didn't she pull away? She turned her face to look into his. She saw a question, a question she didn't want to answer. “Please, let me go Hans! I don't want to hurt you!”

“How can you hurt a man with a frozen heart?” he laughed bitterly, “Come, you know that I have one. Don't worry, Elsa. It'd would be very hard for you to hurt me.” Her face looked slightly angry “Really, Elsa? Please, please forgive me. I can't move on til you do.”

She didn't know what to say. She pulled from his grip. “Well,” she cleared her throat, “if you'll excuse me, I must go.” She scooted around him hurried away.

Hans was confused. What had he seen in her face? Confusion. But it was something more. Was it...forgiveness? No, it couldn't be possible. After all he'd done? Why even get his hopes up.

“I can't even tell them, her, the whole truth,” He thought as he looked down at his gloved hands. His brothers had told him not to tell anyone. They hated him. He'd killed his mother by being born. She lost her life giving him his. That's why his oldest three brothers had ignored him for as long as they could. But at two, the powers had shown there ugly existence. Gloves kept them at bay, but they still hurt. Hurt him and hurt others. He had scars to prove it. He wished...but why wish? Wishing hurt to much. He'd wished for years, and what good had it done? Wishing had made him hurt the people of Arendelle. He'd wanted to be accepted. He should of just married Anna and been content. Now she had Kristoff, and he was alone. Again. Shut out even more by his family and the life he'd hated,but now longed for.

Hans closed his eyes, and slumped against the wall. His head hurt and his hands were starting to burn. The powers got worse when he was stressed. Why had Tomas, Erik and Marius thought this was such a good idea to stay here? He was bound to show someone his powers or hurt someone with them.

“Why?” Hans questioned to no one. “Why me? Why do I have them? Why did this happen to me?”

~ ~ ~

Elsa fled the castle and ran through the city. She made it to the docks. She could walk on the water, but that involved freezing the it and she hated making a spectacle of herself. She turned from the water and looked up at the mountain the town was built into.

“I could go up there, but what good would that do?”

She closed her eyes. An unwanted image popped into her mind. Hans. His face a mask of pain and grief. All he'd wanted was forgiveness. Why couldn't she give that to him? She hated that he was the reason everyone new her powers, yet she was thankful. He'd helped her open up to her sister. She had Anna back. Why was she so vehement that she would not forgive him? He was trying to move on, to repent. And she wasn't helping! Why, she needed to be forgiven again herself. By him.

By then, Elsa had made up her mind to return to the castle and talk to Hans. But, as she turned to go she felt something hard smack her head and then she was surrounded by black.

~ ~ ~

“Oh, Kristoff! Where is she?” Anna was beside herself with fear. Elsa had left before lunch. She often went out for hours, but she was always home before darkness fell. But Elsa hadn't come home. It was dark out. Anna was worried for her sister. Elsa could hold her own, she knew that. But why was she so worried now? Her mind told her she was being silly, but her heart told her to worry.

“Anna, I've sent out guards. They're looking for her. Don't worry, my love. We will find her.”

“But what if...” Anna was interrupted but a knock on the door.

“Enter!” Kristoff responded, hoping it was the guards with news.

Instead Hans walked. His face looked white and his hands were visibly shaking. “Anna, Kristoff. I know where she is.”

“WHAT!” Kristoff flew done the stairs, grabbing Hans by the collar. “You tell me what you know or I will pound you into tomorrow. If you have betrayed us again, I swear to you Hans, I'll see to you execution myself!”

“Kristoff, please calm down.” Anna still sat on the throne. She'd been so tired lately. And it wasn't due to Hans and his brothers. At least she didn't think so. But right now she had Elsa to worry about. She motioned for Hans to come closer. “Tell us what you know.”

Hans looked at Kristoff, who reluctantly let go of Hans' shirt.

“Well, I must start at the beginning,” Hans started as he slowly moved to stand before her, “I was hired to kill Elsa.”

Anna gasped. So he had lied about taking over the throne?

“Hired by who?” she asked.

Hans cleared his throat, “By my brothers.”

“Which ones?” questioned Kristoff.

Hans dropped his head kicking at the carpet. “The three here with me.” He looked up at them and saw that Anna's eyes were filled with tears.

“So, what's going on now? Why are you here with them? You failed the first time.” Kristoff asked, confusion written on his face.

“So had they. They've been here before, or at least, they tried to come into the castle. But no one was getting anywhere with Elsa because she kept herself locked up. They eventually gave up. But on her coronation day, they knew she'd have to open the gates. The people would demand nothing less. So they hired me, literally paid me money, to try and kill her or get the throne some way.”

“So you did it against you will?” Kristoff asked, as he knelt next to Anna taking her hand in his.

“No, not tactically. I wanted to do it, but it was because I wanted to prove to my brother that I was good enough.”

“Because they ignored you?” Anna asked, whipping away the tears.

“No...” Hans turned his head, wanting to look anywhere but them. His eyes landed on the fire place, which had two huge logs on it. Did he dare tell them about his powers? He'd never shown anyone before. Had been forced to kept it a secret. “Just like Elsa.” he thought. He turned his face back to them. “They hated me, because I killed my mother by being born.”

“Oh, Hans!” Anna's tears started down her face again.

“They basically ignored me, especially the older older three. But they hate me more because...” He looked at his hand and shakily removed the gloves, “....of this.” And with a flick of his wrist an burst of flame shot into the fire place, setting the logs a blaze. Slowly Hans looked back at the couple on the dais. There mouths hung open. He looked back down at the carpet. He wondered how they would respond.

“Oh my!” Anna breathed. How had he hidden this for so long? He was only twenty years old! And fire would have been so much harder to hid then ice. She pealed her eyes from the roaring fire place and settled them on Hans. Tears again burst into her eyes and slowly trailed down her cheeks. Ugh! She hated crying so much.

Kristoff just stared. He did know what to say but this changed everything. Why hadn't he used his powers to stop Elsa?

“Um...” Hans cleared his throat, sensing what they wanted to know, “I never used them because everyone in my family hated me for them, even my father. I was afraid everyone would if I used them.” He shook his head, “I know that's no excuse for what I did. I know you've forgiven me, but I still am sorry for what I've done. I’ve been here a month, now, and I fear I’ll be here another five before Elsa will forgive me.”

“If we find her,” Anna whispered, tears still trailing down here cheeks, “Excuse me.” She fled from the room slamming the door behind her.

“I should go after her,” Kristoff groaned, eyes on the closed door, “But she has been crying over the silliest thing recently and I don’t...” He turned back, realizing who he was talking to.

“You should go after her,” Hans agreed, “But please, give me permission to go and get Elsa.”

“Wait...what? You want to go after her?” Kristoff asked, puzzled. “Why?”

“I feel...I just...I need to.” He shrugged, “I don't know why. But I know I need to do this. Please Kristoff. Let me go after her.”

Kristoff slowly nodded. “Take the largest ship you need, as many guards you need, or a horse from the stables.”

“Thank you.” Hans bowed, “Tell Anna, Elsa will return to her. Upon my life, she shall return!”

~ ~ ~

Hans stood on the deck of the ship wondering what he was thinking.

“Will she even let me save her?” He wondered. He slumped over the railing of the ship staring down into the sea.

“Sir Hans,” called the helms man, “Ship of the port side!”

Hans turned and saw the ship. It was pretty close. He could tell that they had dropped anchor. Hans squinted. “Oh, there they are.” He sighed and turn to the captain. “Sir. Please have the whole crew go below deck and stay there until I return with queen Elsa.”

“But Hans, how do you expect to get to the ship?”

“I have my ways, Captain Jonas. Now please, simply obey me!”

“aye, sir.” The captain mumbled. He wasn't used to taking orders on his own ship. “All men below deck!” He cried as he stalked away.

Hans rubbed his eyes with his thumb and middle finger. He didn't want to do this. But his heart told hm to. How else would Elsa ever learn to forgive him. He didn't want to admit what his heart was also telling him. By seeking her forgiveness for a solid month, by living under the same roof, and by seeing each other, even just in passing, that he was falling in love. She was graceful and beautiful. His mind had be a muddle for a while, now. Thoughts about her and just hearing the words, “I forgive you,” from he lips made his heart flutter.

He sighed again, shaking the cobwebs from his mind. He needed all his strength for this task. It took a lot of mental consideration to walk on his fire. Especially across water. It threatened to puff the fire of.

Hans waited until the ship under him stopped completely, then bent and remove his shoes. That done, he removed his gloves. Taking a deep breath, he stood up on the railing of the ship, closed his eyes and stepped off.

~ ~ ~

(More to come!)

Frozen Fanfiction!

 So I'm assuming most of you have seen the move Frozen that came out last year around this time. Well, I love it. I love how the defy all movie odds and make the girls the savers of the day. 

 Anywho, for school I had to write a short story. I got to thinking, "What would happen if the villain apologized?"  I mean, Frozen has been a departure from any Disney princess movie so far (though I have heard the argument of Brave and let me say right here, she didn't even want love, so I'm not counting that as a romance princess movie!) 

 So here and now, I'm going to be posting parts of my short story called: 

Forgive and Forget

A Short Story of Elsa and Hans

By: Anna A.

Enjoy all and let me know what you thought!

Chapter 1

The Day That Changed Everything

Anna stood at the mirror turning this way and that, making sure everything was perfect. When she was finally satisfied, she turned from the mirror and grasped her sister's hands.

“Oh, Elsa! I'm so happy I feel like I could simply burst! I never thought that this would be happening!”

“You are a beautiful bride Anna,” Elsa smiled at her beaming sister. “Kristoff is a very lucky man!”

“Oh, I'm so lucky to have him. I almost didn't.” At this Elsa's heart sank. She hated to think of the time barely a year ago, that had nearly killed her sister. She released Anna's hands and walked to the window.

“Anna, I really don't want to talk about it anymore. I'm...I'm jut angry at myself and at...” She trailed off, but Anna knew.

“Elsa, you must forgive Hans.”

“Forgive him!?” She snapped whirling around to face Anna again. “He nearly killed you! He tried to take my throne! He doesn't deserve forgiveness.” She turned to the window so Anna wouldn't see the tears that threatened to spill over.

“But Elsa,” Anna walked over to her sister, “did you?”

Elsa turned to her sister. Tears were streaming down her face. No, she hadn't. But Kristoff, Anna, and everyone else in Arendelle had forgiven her anyway.

“Anna, I can't. Not yet.”

“Alright. I won't push you.” She grabbed Elsa's hand, “I love you!”

Elsa smiled at her sister. “I love you too. I regret everyday I hid away from you.”

Before Anna could respond, there came a knock at the door. Elsa walked over and answered it. Kai, the butler stood there.

“M'lady? It's time for Princess Anna to head to the church.

“Thank you Kai. I'll be right down!” Anna called from behind Elsa. Elsa turned back to Kai nodded while closing the door and turned around to finish getting Anna ready.

~ ~ ~

Anna walked down the, beaming. She was dressed in a white lacy gown and looked every inch the royal princes that she was. But, as she walked she tripped ever so slightly. That didn't dim her grin or her happiness.

Elsa marveled at her sister. The many years she had been shut away from Anna had been hard. And now she had to get to know her all over. The year since she had shown her powers to all had be hard but wonderful. She had gotten to open the gates for the first time in forever and she gt to keep them open! She loved the open gates, but she was still slightly wary. She was still nervous about hurting someone.

Anna and Kristoff took there places at the alter, kneeling in the typical style. The pope began the ceremony. Elsa stood next to Anna. The ceremony took many hours with much pomp and tradition. Elsa wished she could turn to see who had come to this wedding. She had the sensation that someone was staring at her. She was beyond curious. Who was it?

Not soon enough for Elsa the wedding was over. Mr. and Mrs. Kristoff Bjorgman walked back to the castle admits chaos. Elsa followed looking through the crowd, wondering who had been staring at her. Suddenly, her eyes alighted on a familiar face. Hans. She blinked and looked again, but he was gone. Elsa's anger bubbled in the pit of her stomach.

“How dare he come back here! After what did? Why did the guards even allow him to come in?”

Elsa felt a tap on her shoulder. Turning she was greeted by a man she did not know. He was taller then her by a head and was dressed nicely. His hair was a light brown and his eyes green. He looked...

“Queen Elsa?”

“Yes that is me. Can I help you?” she asked curtly, annoyed that she couldn't place who he looked like.

“My lady, let me introduce myself. I am Prince Tomas,” He said bowing. “Prince Tomas... of the Southern Isle.”

Elsa's anger was kindled the moment that he spoke of that place. It must have shown in her face for Tomas put his head down. “ Queen Elsa, I apologize for Hans' actions. He is here, to do the same.”

“I DON'T want to see him! He hurt me and my sister. I think you better leave, before I have you thrown out!”

Elsa turn and start toward the gate. Tomas chased after her. “My lady, please. Please, let him at least speak to you.”

“Why?” Elsa turned on him in anger. “Why should I? He hurt me and my sister. He is evil. I don't wan to see him!”

Anna and Kristoff walked up, having heard this commotion. Seeing the young prince's pained expression and Elsa's angry one, Anna immediately knew something was greatly wrong.

“Elsa?”

“Anna, go away!”

“No, Elsa. I wan to know what's going on.”

“Anna, maybe we should go,” Kristoff whispered to her.

Anna turned to Tomas, without acknowledge Kristoff's remark or Elsa's piercing glaze.

“My lord, what is wrong?”

“My brother...” Tomas glanced at Elsa, “...Hans is here to apologize.”

“Oh,” was all Anna said. Her face registered pain and confusion. Was she really ready to met him? After only a year? She looked at Kristoff, her husband. A smile spread on her face. She was blessed. So blessed. And partly from Hans' evil scheme. If it wasn't for him, she would never had met Kristoff or gotten her sister back.

Turning back to Prince Tomas she said, “I'd like to see him.”

“WHAT???” Elsa and Kristoff bellowed in unison.

“Yes, we shall all see him. Sir, bring your brother tomorrow after the wedding party is over and we've all had a good nights rest.”

“Thank you my lady,” he bowed. “And...well two of my younger brothers are here as well. May they come?”

“Of course. What number are you?”

“Excuse me?” Puzzlement was written on his face.

“Hans told me he had twelve older brothers. What number are you?”

“Oh,” he smiled, “I am number ten.”

Anna smiled nodding. “Well, we shall see numbers eleven thru thirteen tomorrow.”

“Thank you, M'lady.” He said bowing again. “And congratulation on your marriage. It's wonderful when two people become one.”

“Yes it is. And when two people forgive each other, it's even more so.” Anna turned and gazed at Elsa’s face, which had an extremely angry look on it.

Tomas cleared his throat, “Well, good day Princess Anna, Prince Kristoff, Queen Elsa. It was a honor meeting you all.”

And with that he turned and walked away.