[Hans x Elsa; A/U] In a desperate bid to save their country from political and financial ruin, King Agnarr and Queen Iduna of Arendelle strike a deal with a former foe, King Albert of the Southern Isles. His price? That their firstborn daughter marry his thirteenth son.

[Hans x Elsa.] A collection of drabbles of various shapes and sizes: canon, AU, and all the possibilities inbetween. New prompts of five words or less are accepted at any time; leave your suggestions in the comments!

[Alternate Ending; Hans x Elsa.] "If they knew you were still alive, they would never stop hunting you," he told her bluntly. "As long as you're here, you're safe from them." Elsa's stare turned hard and bitter at these words; and yet his dark, hollow timbre was as clear as daylight. "You're not fit to be a queen, Elsa. Consider this cell a form of ... penitence for your crimes."

[Hans x Elsa; 5 years post-film; twoshot.] "No one was getting anywhere with her." She thought, five years later, that she could forget those words; but time doesn't heal all wounds, and love doesn't thaw every frozen heart.

[Hans x Elsa; 10 years post-film; oneshot.] She's not sure if she's really seeing him, or if it's just another phantom conjured by her memories, passing her by along the busy street. But she keeps coming back to him every night, to learn about his past, his present, and how things might have turned out if they were just two, ordinary people—just two strangers.

[Modern AU; Helsa, Kristanna.] 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; but he wasn't perfect, and Anna was betrayed—and now, she's with a man who cares, but she can't understand why he does.

[Hans x Elsa] A year after she lifted the curse of winter, Elsa—feeling that some matters are still unresolved—visits the Southern Isles. Notorious for its powerful Queen and its brood of princes, she knows she's running headlong into trouble. But when she allows Hans to return from exile to prove her mettle, she soon realizes that she may have bitten off more than she can chew...

[Hans x Elsa; oneshot.] Three years later, she still doesn't like being touched. She can go without her gloves, and she doesn't mind it when it's just Anna or Olaf that put their hands (or twigs) in hers—but with everyone else she's still cautious, her fingers winding tightly together. Everyone else, that is, except him.

[Hans x Elsa; Victorian AU; twoshot.] She's always been mysterious—too mysterious, at first, for him—and that thin, black shroud, matching her black dress, and purse, and shoes, and gloves, makes her even more inscrutable. But he's determined to see her, to know her, and so he sits with her in gardens, in lounges, in cafes, watching the hours, days, months pass. And watching her.

[Hanna; Helsa; oneshot.] He can't quite say how he knows this place, but he feels compelled to go to the window, thinking—no, knowing—that that's what he's supposed to do. But when he looks through it, his eyes widen—because there, outside, is Arendelle, the very same kingdom that haunts his memories—and it's covered in snow and frost and ice.

[Hans x Elsa; oneshot.] She doesn't visit that room of the castle often, and neither does anyone else these days. But every time she goes, she sees him—and he stares at her—and she wants it, needs it, because he's the only one that looks at her that way, and, perhaps, the only one that ever will.