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Hans p.o.v

(On the surtch for Elsa.)

I had a pounding headache and Anna wasn't making it any better.

"Elsa!... It's me, Anna!... you're sister whom didn't mean to make you freeze the summer!."

Anna yelled whilst looking around.

"I'm Sorry Elsa!."

Yeah I'm regretting my life choices right now.

Ruling a kingdom isn't really worth this torture is it?.

I started tuning Anna's voice out with my own thoughts.

I didn't expect there to be a nother one, I thought I was the only one with powers, This changes a lot.


It's kind of a relief to know I'm not the only freak...

My thoughts got cut of as Anna's horse bucked and as she was thrown off, ahe grabbed ahold of me in the process and pulled me off of my horse.

The Horses took off back the way we came.


"No no no no wait please come back!."

I sighed, now we were in the middle of nowhere, covered in snow, freezing, and had no horses.

I stood up and started dusting the snow off of my clothes.

"Okaaay."

Anna said in a shaky voice, before reaching up and grabbing a branch intending to pull herself up.

"No don't-"

My sentence got cut of as the tree shot back up, leaving Anna in a even deeper pile of snow.

'Honestly'

I thought rolling my eyes before going to help her out.

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We were currently walking knee deep in snow, Anna and I myself were a panting mess.

"Snow... It just had to be snow, she couldn't have had tropical magic that turns the fjords into white sand and warm-."

"Fire!."

I said giggling with relief cuting Anna's sentence short.

I could have used my power to start a nice warm fire ages ago, buuuut I have no intention on showing my power to Anna.

Anna shrieked as she slipped grabbing my wrist, I gave an embarrassing squeak as i went down the slope with her.

I gasped as we fell into a little stream, soaking our clothes and only making things worse, by this point my teeth were chattering and my nails digging through my cloves and into my arms.

At this point I wanted to set Anna on fire.

"Cold. cold. cold. cold. cold. cold. cold."

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