Elsa took another step closer to him
"I know you are good!" She met his eyes, her brows almost met in an angry frown.
Hans backed from her and crossed his arms. he breathed heavily, his eyes narrowed in irritation.
"I am not!"
He was tired of repeating himself.
But so was Elsa.
She pushed his shoulder harsh, and tied her fist.
"Yes you are! I saw it, Hans! Why do you pretend to be bad?!"
Hans opened his arms to regain his balance.
"Why do you choose to let people think you are evil?!"
Her voice cracked a little.
Hans sighted annoyed, and looked frusterated at her.
"I am not 'pretending' to be evil! I am bad, Elsa.
And maybie, I don't even want to change that!"
He covered himself with a silver plate as a light of ice shot against him. He hissed of pain and anger, and trew the plate away. It flew across the room and hit a vase of glass, that splitted into a thousand pieces.
Hans marched over and grabbed Elsas wrists, held them hard.
She struggled to get loose, but he was too strong. He leant closer to her, breathing in her face.
"When people see good, they expect good. And I don't want to live up to anyones expectations. Not anymore."
He let her go, and she stumbled backwards and fell.
Elsa didn't even notice the glass pieces that cut into her hands and legs, she just stared after the man, the man that rested her apart, and builded her up, everything at once.
How can they sit in blankets and cuddle one moment, then almost kill eachother the next?
Hans turned around and walked stormy to the door.
But right before his his hand reached the doorknob, the whole door covered with frost.
"That is not true and you know it.''
Hans screamed of frusteration.
"We choose our own path. Our values and our actions, they define who we are"
"And I choose wrong! That defines me! I am bad, Elsa!"
"Stop saying that!"
"I will never be good! I don't deserve it, I don't deserve love!"
The yells got higher and higher, from both.
He turned around and pulled in the doorknob again.
"But I love you!"
"So stop loving me!"
He kicked on the door and shaked in the doorknob as hard as he could, without help.
"I cant," Elsa cried silent.
Hans' feet gave up under him, and he fell to his knees, then all down.
Elsa rushed to him.
She took his head and leant it to her chest as her tears dripped down in his auburn, messy hair.
He hugged her as tight and warm that only he could do.
The fight was over.
For this time.
