Scene 13: Elsa, now
She doesn't have that Hans.
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She knows he doesn't love her—she's known that since the beginning, really—but he's only making it clearer to her with every passing day just how much he doesn't.
It should bother her more than it does, but she also knows that he's only seeing her now, and that he only wants her—he's not kissing, or touching, or caressing Anna anymore, and that's enough, she thinks, to justify what she's doing.
But the jealousy is still there, green and poisonous and hateful, stewing at the pit of her stomach, rising and falling at the back of her throat, because even though she has him, she doesn't have the version of him that her sister did.
That Hans, Anna's Hans, was someone else entirely: kind, loving, gentle.
Her Hans, however, is the real one: the one who told her he wasn't selling her anything and then did, the one who told her he would break her heart, the one who's breaking it even now.
Devious, scheming, cruel.
She remembers it so clearly then, the day everything fell apart—the day after Anna saw them, and found out, and then he told her what he'd really wanted from her, how it was all just about spite, and bitterness, and vengeance against his brothers for the things he'll never have—and it amazes her all the more that she's stayed with him from then until now, because she doesn't have expectations anymore, or even dreams of what could be.
Dreams that he will take her to the fjord, under the stars, present her with a ring—though even if he did, she wouldn't accept it.
Because she can't accept 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;...
