Author's Note: I've been writing this story quite furiously over the past two weeks, and as you'll see from the format below, each scene ranges from 1-3 pages, and there is, at this point, a total of 31 scenes. Each scene will be from either Elsa or Anna's POV, and takes place in the vague time periods of "now" or "then." All the scenes are also not in chronological order—so by the time this is complete, you guys can have fun piecing them all back together. The ships dealt with in this fic include Kristanna, Helsa, and some Hanna as well.
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Scene 1: Elsa, now
She loves him.
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She's staring at the freckles on his back from the bed, and even though he's left the door open, again, she's not cold like she should be.
There's something soothing about the sharp planes of his shoulders, his arms, his waist—something familiar that she always latches onto, even when she remembers that she hardly knows him at all.
She's tempted to say something typical, like "come back to bed, Hans," or "aren't you getting cold out there?", but there's no point, since he wouldn't reply to her, anyway.
She recalls a time when he used to stay with her after he finished—many times, really—but it's been so long that she's forgotten what it's like to have his warmth pressed up against her while she's sleeping, to feel his deep, quiet breathing tickle the nape of her neck.
Now, the closest she can get to him is this—watching him from the bed and drinking in his figure as it leans on the railing of the balcony of the hotel room, dressed only in loose black sweatpants, his torso and feet bare, his auburn hair rustled by the breeze.
It would almost be sensuous, she thinks, if he were looking at her; but he hasn't looked at her, not really, not since then—and she hasn't at him, either, not since he left Anna, and lied to her—lied to both of them.
She can hear his lies ringing in her ears even then, like an alarm, warning her, screaming at her to get out already—and why is she still there, why isn't she moving, when everyone else has already run away?
But she can't—she knows she can't—because she loves him.
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Aftermath
Fanfiction[Frozen; Modern AU; Hans x Elsa, Anna x Kristoff.] He was her sister's fiancé, then; but he wanted her, and Elsa wanted to let someone in-and now, he's a stranger, but she can't leave, because she needs him. She was engaged to the perfect guy, then;...
