Let The Storm Rage On: A Jelsa Fanfic

Hans's story

Jack

"What?" I say. I am shocked.

"Prince Hans," Elsa says. "You don't know who he is?"

"No, I don't think you ever mentioned him."

"Well, he's a prince."

"Well, no dip," I say.

"I wasn't done." I shut up to let her talk. "He tried charming Anna into marrying him so he could actually have a chance at having power. With the engagement, he tried to have me excecuted after claiming that Anna was dead. After the Eternal Winter, we threw him into a prison. Half of a year later, he escaped. We never saw him again"

"After he escaped, he must've gone to find someone who planned on having power, with a good chance of getting it. That's probably when Pitch comes into the picture."

"Probably."

"The seamstress was forced into trying to kill you. Why her? Why couldn't they just go and do it themselves?"

"I don't know."

"She did say something about someone she didn't know who he or she were. That's probably the reason."

We pause for a little bit.

"Just a random question," Elsa says. "what are we going to do about the wedding dress?"

"I think we should hire a tailor or seamstress, with a background check, to make you another dress."

She nods. I pull her into a hug. She still lies on the bed. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a figure in the window. It is a short, narrow, feminine shadow that has small, creatures surrounding it. Who is this? Why is she on the castle's roof? The thoughts kill me for the rest of the day.

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Elizabeth Taylor stands in an almost empty room in her shop at 11 PM. A cut, Ivory ribbon lays at her feet. Why couldn't she have been silent? Why couldn't it be quick? She cowers in fear as dark, terrifying voices surround her.

"We are very ashamed of you, Elizabeth," one says. "Very disappointed, indeed."

"I-I'm so sorry," she stutters "I wasn't trying to-"

"No need for explanation," the other voice says. "We just need you to tell us who you told."

"I don't know his name."

"TELL US!" The first screeches.

"I really don't know! I'm sorry!" Sobs rack Elizabeth's frail, tiny, body.

The second groans in frustration. "Fine. Tell us what he looked like."

"H - H - he had white - blonde hair and the color of his eyes were a deep blue. He was caring a staff and a suit that he just bought."

One of the men walk out. In the dark of the room, all she could see were menacing, yellow eyes. However, if she was closely, she could see the tall, dark figure of the man.

"Are you sure you don't you know his name?"he asks. Elizabeth knots. This scowl below the yellow eyes turned to a smirk. He gives a halfhearted chuckle. "You do realize that person was a close friend to my companion?"

"I didn't know that, sir," she says.

A second walks out of the shadows. He's dressed fancier and more official looking. His auburn hair was neatly come to the side, near the verge of a comb over. He smirked at her. He seemed familiar as a brown eyes stared at Elizabeth. The prince.

"I thought that you could do your job here, Elizabeth," he says. His voice was uncomfortably calming. "I thought that it would be easier than to kill 12 people in the Southern Isles. Arendelle's queen was gullible. And yet, you left your shop's door open for a couple to walk in and see. You have failed me for the second time. Such a shame I guess we will have to kill you."

He comes at Elizabeth, pulling a dagger out of his boot. She backs up until she hits the wall. She is cornered. As the prince nears her, she begins to scream for help. She feels the tip of the knife on her chest. Elizabeth prepares for her death.

"Stop it, Hans," a voice says. He obeys. A feminine figure walks into the room. As Hans backs away, she can see what she looks like. The girl has feathers cover her slim body. With wings on her back. She has little hummingbirds at her side as she walks towards the yellow eyes. The prince follows towards her direction.

"Why should we hesitate to kill the human?" The eyes ask.

"Because, Pitch. I just heard from their window, that-"

"Whose window?" Hans asks.

"The queen's," she says. "Anyways. They said that they were going to hire another person to do her wedding dress. I think it this would be a perfect time for her to redeem herself. We could disguise her as someone else."

"Who's with her?" Pitch says. He and Hans raise their hands.

The girl turns to Elizabeth. "It's time to have a third chance, Sweetums. Come with us." They grab her frail body and take her to their lair.