Little Things (Helsa)

Grace Or Greed

(HANS)

Shit. Of Course Elsa was the deciding vote. My big speech was all for nothing. I knew as soon as the jury votes were tied I was dead. If the queen had any influence at all I would end up dead. They must have planned this. I had been hopeful for weeks that I could manage to pay off my debt through hard work. Suddenly everything was turned against me and I had to just sit here and take it. If God ever gave bonus points for being brave I'd have earned an extra eternal life. I hadn't bothered turning around to face Elsa like everyone else did. I didn't want her to enjoy my sorrow; or, in the case that I started bawling like a baby, see me cry. I heard her ask for a few moments alone and heard her footsteps walk into the jury room. No one made a sound the entire time. I could even hear her pacing inside the room. I don't know why she bothered pretending she didn't want me dead. We all knew she longed to see me suffer and cry in agony. Or at least I knew that.

(ELSA)

I couldn't make up my mind. The first thought that popped into my head was "Why does our jury have an EVEN NUMBER?!?" I would fix that later, but for now, I had to make a life-changing decision. I knew I had feelings for Hans. I just didn't know if they were positive or negative yet. The few kisses we had shared had shown a different side of Hans that I didn't know existed. Yet my nightmares told me his heart was still the same inside; bitter and frozen. That shouldn't have mattered in a trial though. Hans had technically done nothing wrong, and his speech made me seem like the bigger criminal. If Anna had not jumped in the way and froze in front of him, I would not be here today. That was attempted murder and there was no denying that. But, he still did me no harm and he recently even claimed to love me. There was no way we could ever court, but the thought of someone loving me intrigued me. Of course, I would always have Anna. But in the past few years I had been longing for a man's companionship. It was hard ruling the kingdom by myself and I rarely had time to spend with Anna. Maybe I would start looking for a possible partner after this trial. I still however, had my dilemma.

After a good ten minutes of actual, concentrated thought, I had made my decision. I took a few deep breaths and walked out to the judge. I stood next to him and announced, "The verdict shall from here on out remain innocent and shall not be open for appeal. The prisoner shall remain in my custody for two weeks and will then be set free." I immediately received negative feedback and shouts from the crowd. I raised my hand for silence. Hand raising apparently didn't work in court so I shot snow in the air, which to my satisfaction, had everyone staring in awe. I quickly said, "My decision is final. The prisoner may have done wrong if he had not been stopped by Princess Anna, but he was stopped, and will be treated accordingly. He has my full forgiveness and I suggest you all do the same. If I find out any citizen of Arendelle has harmed him once he is free, they will answer directly to me. No one will harm him to gain vengeance for me."

(HANS)

If she thought she was going to get any more information out of me in those two weeks she was wrong. If she thought she would be able to torture me, she was wrong. If she thought at all in her mind that I would cooperate, she was wrong. For the first time in my life I had a hatred for the queen, and I would not let it burn out without letting her know about it. Even if it was the last thing I did I would make sure she knew what she had coming to her. I could plan escaping from the cell at night and finding her room no matter how long it took. I would yell at her and scream at her. I would scold her about how she had hurt me. I would probably end up crying like a baby, but she would hear what I thought and I wouldn't care anymore.

I was lifted from my chair and shoved out of the room. Some people tried to punch me. Some people tried to trip me. Some people even tried to spit on me. The guards kept me safe and pushed the people back as I passed. I ended my journey in my cell. I walked over to my desk and grabbed some paper and a pen and started furiously writing my every emotion. If I was not able when I next saw the queen I could tell her in writing. I was busy for hours doing this, and even when my dinner came I barely touched it despite feeling starved. I finally finished as the moon was halfway through the sky and set the pen down. I had three good pages full and my eyes were empty of water. I guess that's what I deserved for only having ever loved one woman. And then of course I had tried to kill her. I felt so stupid yet she was always showing me mercy. Deep down I knew I didn't hate her. I couldn't hate her even if she did torture me.

I ripped up the pages I had written and burned them as I ate my now-cold dinner. Now all I felt was loneliness and shame. I ate alone in a dark and cold prison while the one love of my life hated me. I wished I could be with her now in her probably comfy bed. I wished she could be mine, though now I was not even a prince and had no chance whatsoever. I finished eating and slowly walked over to my small window. I looked out at the moon and the light being reflected on the water. It matched Elsa's skin and her beautiful hair. I wished I could have gotten the chance to look into her eyes once more. They were as clear as the sky and bright with life. I shook my head out of its wishes and headed for bed. I got under my blanket and slept soundly until morning.

It was not, however, a night without dreams. In the dream, I was in court again. But Elsa had given a guilty verdict. I was sentenced to death the next morning and that night she came to visit me. It wasn't a usual visit however. I remembered her walking closer and closer to me until our noses were touching. I remember actually looking deep into her eyes and gazing in wonder. It was like thousands of perfect waves crashing into the most beautiful beach in the world. Within seconds of this gaze we were making out. She had me pressed against the wall with a passion I did not know existed inside of her. She started to undo the first button of my shirt and just as it came undone there was a noise in the prison and I was woken up.