"I don't want to do anything like it again." Hans said firmly, shaking the arm, and the joke, off. Retreating to his room for some quiet. A frozen fanfiction about Hans. All characters you know names for are Disney's. I only own the Southern Islander's names! Reviews are very much appreciated, especially if you find that somethings don't make sense. Oh, and please at least read more than the description, 'cause I'm terrible at summing something like this up, even though I write very good stories. I promise, nothing worse than Hans getting stabbed in the leg (one time) happens. Opps, spoiler alert. *Sorry about my temporary abandonment of this story. I promise never to post a multi-chapter fic until it's finished from now onward.*