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❂ –– ❝ Only a little? ❞

       With their position, a runaway and a banished, you’d think that the two of them would be more serious than they were some days.  That they would be working day in and day out to support each other and take care of the cabin they kept.  But with the money that they had made from selling their ship, as well as small jobs they picked up on the side every so often, the two were set fairly well.

              So on days that they were both feeling a good amount of energy, they went out and did whatever they felt like doing.  That day, it seemed that the activity they would partake in would be tree climbing.  Hans was ahead of Anna and the two were laughing and having fun—well, that was before a branch broke and Hans fell a bit, catching himself on the next branch and almost biting clean through his lip.  The former prince managed to split it, though, and when Anna called attention to the minor wound, he touched the split, only for his finger to pull away with some blood on it.

             ❝ It’s not that bad. ❞

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❂ –– ❝ I’ve had worse– ❞

     Thanks to falling off of the horses in the stable when he was younger, Hans knew that he had dealt with much worse.  He’d only slipped in a nearby stream, scratching up his right arm and his cheek a bit.  Nothing all too bad.

                ❝ Just a minor accident. ❞

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❂ –– To be honest, Hans had started it all–even if he was under the spell when he had committed treason against Arendelle and the royal family.  He had been banished upon returning to the Southern Isles and set off to go disturb another kingdom.  And after a few incidents, he ended up in the forests of Arendelle, living with a nice couple that took him in.  Hans worked for said couple in the forest, and it was a coincidence that he happened to run into Elsa that day.

          He hadn’t thought that in doing so, ice shards would have been propelled towards him, more in shock of someone being there then aimed in malice.  A few of the shards grazed, slicing through the clothing and skin.  Blood immediately seeped through, and he moved to grab at his injured side, only to cause more trouble as one of the larger pierced his thigh.

          The former prince cried out in pain and dropped to his good knee, pulling the ice out and pressing on the wound to stop the blood flow.  Before he knew it, Elsa was at his side and apologizing.  

                ❝ No–your highness, it’s fine…
                    I’ll be alright. ❞

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❂ –– ❝ Kristo–Kristoff, NO! ❞

      This wasn’t the first time that the two were chasing each other through their shared apartment, one trying to catch the other for doing something.  Most times, it was Hans chasing after the large blonde, the latest time because somehow blue hair dye made it’s way into his shampoo.  In cartoons or in some movies, it would show that the hair dye would only dye the hair and the rest would run right down.  But no.  It stained his forehead, hears, fingers, and went down his neck and stained his back for a bit.

            Needless to say, he chased Kris and threw a couple of things at his head before forcing the other to help him get as much of the dye off as he could.

   This time, however, it was the larger that was chasing after the redhead, managing to get his hands on him after having to almost dive over the couch.  So it might have been the fourth–fifth?–time that Hans had drank the last beer in the fridge.  And lord knows that he didn’t go out and get any himself for the both of them to share.  It was just something that he didn’t do because he didn’t want to put in the effort.  But the last time he had done it, Kris told him that he would get him back in some way, shape, or form.

              Hans didn’t expect to be dragged and bent over the other’s knee, however.

      ❝ What are you doing–Kristoff, wait ❞

              ❝ I told you I’d get you back! ❞  A wicked grin spread to the other’s lips before he brought a hand up, bringing it down and smacking him right on the ass.  It drew a surprisingly high pitched yelp from Hans’s lips, causing him to slap his hands over his mouth and for the other to look down at him.  For a moment, they stared at each other, the tips of the redhead’s ears bright red before he lowered his head and tried to squirm out.  But the blonde was larger and much, much, stronger.  So he was thoroughly pinned.

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Hans can actually cook well.  Being the thirteenth born, he spent little time with his parents running the kingdom, and was more or less terrorized by his brothers. The servants were his only source of real entertainment, and so he would follow them around.  Numerous times he had been pushed out of the kitchen because it was too dangerous, but he was persistent.  And after a while, they finally let him in and he watched and asked if he could help.  So he learned how to cook and about spices and preserving food between studies.  It also helped to avoid his brothers at all costs.  So what he was taught and what he saw stuck with him, and now that he’s been banished, he can actually cook food for himself instead of being lost.

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11. In a bubble bath

❂ –– At the end of the week, when his work was over and all reports were done, Hans had a tendency to treat himself and relax to the fullest.  Most times, it would mean for him to shut the computer down and leave it as it was or lie on his bed with a book and read as much as he could until he fell asleep.  There were some days, though, that he wanted to pamper himself.  And as much as anyone else would call him numerous kinds of names as well spread this humiliating bit of information around like wildfire, he couldn’t care less once he slipped into the warm water.

          The suds gathered around his body as he slumped back into the tub, the vanilla scent coming from the bath helping to relax him.  Eyes slipped shut and the silence surrounded him, allowing all thoughts and worries to be lost on him.  His cellphone was abandoned in his bedroom, turned on silent to go a step further, and if the landline rang, which it never did, he was sure to ignore it.  No distractions, no worries, and he was given the breathing space that he felt he so rightly deserved.

         Of course it wasn’t to last very long, and only a few minutes later did he hear a slam and a voice calling out to him, if not a bit slurred in it’s speech.  Before he could get up and get a towel wrapped around him, though, the blonde oaf managed to stumble into the bathroom, causing Hans to jump and grab at the edges of the tub, slipping and managing to knock his head on the wall.  Kristoff only gave him a small glance as Hans grabbed at the back of his head, ignoring him in favor for the toilet.

                         And when Kristoff doubled over and the retching began, Hans was left to stare at him for a moment before grabbing a towel and standing, wrapping it around his waist so he could have some cover.  "I’m guessing something happened?“

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8. Singing

❂ –– ❝ Solen er så rød, mor
                                  og skoven bli'r så sort.
                                                                      Nu er solen død, mor
                                                                                                         og dagen gået bort. ❞

          It wasn’t uncommon for Hans to be somewhere in the woods, away from the cabin in which he stayed with the couple that had taken him in.  When his work for them was finished, he went wandering, and in that time, he could usually be heard singing.  Whether it be a song from his homeland, sung loud and proud, or one that he had been taught during the piano lessons, he was always entertaining himself with one.

            This song, however, was a lullaby.  One of the few that his mother used to sing to him, and with it’s tune ingrained in his mind, he could easily vocalize the soft and sweet melody.  There was nothing more than these that he loved singing, but never had he had an audience.  Catching movement in his peripheral vision, the man cut his tune off short, turning to see who was there.  And at sight of the ice queen, Hans paused, stepping back before bowing his head in respect.

                                    ❝ What have I done to deserve such a visit? ❞

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9. Giving a Lecture

❂ –– ❝ You can’t do that—You could have gotten hurt
                              Do you even get how long it’ll take for you to learn how to outrun a kestrel—
                                              You’re still learning how to land—
                                                           You’re not even listening to me, are you? ❞

           And there, in the middle of the forest, could a disgruntled Hans be seen, a hawk perched on his arm and tilting it’s head at him as he yelled at it.  When he was younger, his brothers had shown him how to spot out a hawk’s nest, sneak and take one of the eggs for them to hatch, raise, and train.  It was shortly after he and Anna had obtained a cabin for them to live in near a small village that he spotted one not unlike those that his brothers had pointed out to him.

        A few days of watching, and then a couple of years after obtaining an egg, Hans was left to train the bird of prey.  And it was days like these that he was seriously regretting the choice that he had made out of nostalgia and slight wonder.  The bird had narrowly dodged being attacked by a kestrel, and if it hadn’t come back, Hans… probably wouldn’t have had to worry about it.  Still, he was going to yell at it until he thought the point came across.

           The man fumed for a few more moments before the hawk’s attention turned away from him, squawking at someone in his peripheral vision.  The former prince turned his head to see Anna standing there, arms crossed over her chest and a brow raised with that oh so familiar smirk plastered to her lips.  Hans smiled slightly to her and let out a dry laugh before clearing his throat and setting the hawk on a branch he used as a perch for it.

                  ❝ Uh—how much of that did you see? ❞

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          The difference between their heights wasn’t as noticeable with each other when they were moving around, sitting or lying down elsewhere.  It was something they barely paid any heed to, and really, there was no reason for them to spare any thoughts for it.  But when standing face to face with Anna, the former princess having grabbed him by the front of his coat and shoving him to the nearest wall, Hans couldn’t help the amused smile tugging to his lips as she had to lean up to try and meet his gaze.  It took all of his self control to not make a comment about it, and by the looks of it, she could tell he was close to doing just that.

       The look apparently seemed to deserve a small jab to his stomach from Anna and Hans let a laugh escape as she did so.  He bent over with the jab, and it was with that action that she reached up, arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him into a kiss.  It was times like this in which he held regret for not having kissed her in the time they had met before the trance had ruined everything.  The kisses they shared usually started off soft and sweet, and this one was just like the others.  But they never failed to make his heart stutter in his chest.  

            Arms wound gently around Anna’s waist and the former prince kissed her back, eyes slipping shut as he relished the moment that they were having.  One day, he’d like to tell Anna how he felt towards her, but he would want to save that for a special occasion.