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Chapter Three

The Day of Forgiveness

(Continued) 
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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!”

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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.

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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.