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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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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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10. … to yours pinning my muse against a wall

          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.

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It was normal that, once a week, Hans would have to clean the keyboard of any drool that landed on the keys for when he would fall asleep on top of his computer.  The weekends were when he got the most amount of sleep, but otherwise, he was going to bed around midnight and waking up at five.  He knew that some of his coworkers got even less sleep than he did, but that didn’t mean he could function as well as they could on so much.  Was it weird that he had a kit set aside for whenever he had to clean the keyboards?

A soft, instrumental ringtone pulled him away from his duties and he raised a brow, looking across the room to his cell.  The screen was flashing as it sat on the bed and Hans moved over towards it, picking up the phone and unlocking it to see who needed what this time.  A sharp intake of breath was his response to the picture that appeared on the screen, familiar pale skin completely bared for the picture to have been taken.  The back of his neck dusted with a light shade of red before he managed a response.

                          SMS: 7:45pm
                          Recipient: Elsa
                          message sent

[text:] Is there a reason as to why I've received
            this?

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It wasn’t uncommon for Hans to be up close to ten o’clock at night, typing up a report for work so he could put his mind at ease for the morning and next day.  Sitting at the desk in his bedroom in only a light red guinea tee and plaid pyjama pants, the man’s hand moved from the laptop’s keyboard to rub at his eyes from under his glasses.  He knew that he was going to be up for another hour and a half, leaving him to entertain the thought of saving what he had and finishing it in the morning.

Before he could even move the cursor to save what he had done, his phone buzzed where it was abandoned to the side of his desk.  A brow raised and he reached for it, unlocking the screen only for a picture to appear before him.  Both brows raised and the tips of his ears burned red at the naked picture of a certain blonde haired man that he knew before him, so tempted to toss the phone aside and make no comment at all.  His curiosity got the better of him, though, and he let out a sigh, pushing away from the desk a bit to type out a reply to the image.

                          SMS: 9:49pm
                          Recipient: Blonde Oaf
                          messages sent

[text:] I assume this wasn't meant for me.

[text:] Would you like for me to forward this
           to whoever this was meant for?

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Sleep was a rare occurrence that Hans ever managed to get at this time of night, most times up and on his laptop, reading and responding to emails for work or typing something up.  With it being so rare, the man couldn’t help but find himself lying on his bed, facing up towards the ceiling and staring off into space.  The extra time was appreciated, but his body was so in tune with the fact that he usually stayed up late that it refused to let him sleep.  What a coincidence it would be to receive a text from someone whilst lying there.

The phone buzzed on the bedside table, and after letting a soft, disgruntled groan escape him, he turned on his side and reached over, eyes squinting as the light of the screen hurt ever so slightly. Unlocking the screen, he wondered who might be bothering him at this time, only to be surprised with a picture Anna sent to him, completely bare from the neck down.  The back of his neck and ears burned, burying his face in his pillow for a moment before he typed up a reply to her.

                          SMS: 10:07pm
                          Recipient: Anna
                          messages sent

[text:] Quite unexpected.

[text:] Why are you sending pics like this
             this late?

                 ☼ –– ❝ Not much really, these days.  It used to be staying in the stables with Sitron. ❞