"Kiss me, Hans."
Hans froze. Sure, he'd wanted her dead, but alive, she might give him a legitimacy that he wouldn't have otherwise. Then he'd manipulate her into ordering the execution of her own sister, and after that, he could simply execute her based on her apparent loss of sanity.
But he didn't truly love her, did he? Ah, well, if she truly loved him, then her kissing him would be an act of true love, wouldn't it?
"I love the way your foul little mind works," he muttered to himself as he walked over to Anna.
He bent over and softly pressed his lips against hers.
She shuddered, and her hair turned completely white. Within seconds she was as cold as stone.
Hans stood up. He'd killed her by kissing her: an act of true hatred, it seemed to him. He left the room and approached the advisers.
"I was too late. Princess Anna -- " he choked. Yes, he was good at this. " -- Princess Anna is dead."
"How?" asked the pesky little man from Weselton.
"She said that her sister killed her."
"Queen Elsa?" gasped everyone in the room. Hans nodded.
* * *
The door opened, and Olaf scuttled inside. "Hey Anna, I'm . . . here. . . . Oh no. Oh no! Anna! Hey! Anna! It's me! Olaf! Remember me? I like warm hugs . . . oh, it's no use." He stopped shaking her and sat down.
"Elsa, Elsa, I have to tell Elsa. And what about Sven? And the other Sven?" He raced out of the room as fast as his legs could carry him.
* * *
Elsa ran toward the castle. She had to find Anna and fix what she'd done!
"Elsa!"
She turned. Several yards away from her, Hans stood, twirling his sword.
Relief flooded her. "Did you save Anna?"
"No, Elsa," he said. "I was too late. You killed her, Elsa."
He watched in grim satisfaction as Elsa sank to the ice. Then he walked over to her.
"Poor Anna. Now she doesn't get to watch her sister die."
Elsa's eyes narrowed. Hans was going to kill her! She stood up and blasted him with shards of ice.
Hans swore and hacked at the ice. "You won't be able to escape me forever!" he shouted as Elsa began to run back toward the mountains. "I'll find you when you're tired and weak and I will kill you!"
She slipped and fell onto the ice. She knew he was coming, knew he was going to kill her, but Anna was gone, and she didn't want to live anymore.
The last thing she felt was a cold blade, even colder than the ice, sliding into the side of her neck.
