Hans

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Love. Anna. Door. Snow. Elsa. Ice. Gone. Heart. Frozen. Prison. Love. Frozen. Heart. Kiss. Anna. Anna... Anna...

Hans sat upright abruptly and gasped for air. He was covered in sweat. He rubbed his eyes, the thin blanket falling from his shoulders. There was a stabbing pain in his head. He groaned and opened his eyes again, finding himself in a gray box. His hand reached out to touch the walls. Stone. A solid metal door barred the way of escape. The only light offered was harsh blue beams of light, seeping through the bars onto the damp floor. Hans strained to remember what happened. Anna. The coronation. Engaged. Lost in the mountains. Frozen heart. "True love's kiss." He whispered. All he could remember was that wonderful moment when his lips almost touched hers. From there, everything was blank. What had happened? Where was she now.

What if she was dead?

Hans could hardly feel himself breathing. He looked out the window, with only the scenic views of the Southern Isles returning his gaze. "No. No!" Hans ran up to the sturdy iron door and pounded on it. "WHERE'S ANNA?" He shouted. "SHE NEEDS TO BE HELPED. I NEED TO SAVE HER!" He pounded on the door until his knuckles bled. "She needs me." He slumped to the floor. "I need her." He felt like he was falling into a dark, empty hole of despair. "Anna," was all he could manage to choke out then. A tear slipped from his eyes onto the damp floor.

"Anna."

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