#hans redemption

[princess-ibri]

The Wicked Prince

Chapter 1 : Part I

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[sweetrululu]

Echoes of a Forgotten Past (Helsa Au) Part 1/2.

The ethereal voice that had been calling to Elsa guided them through the enchanted forest, melodic whispers echoing among the trees until they reached a clearing where the sight left them breathless. Before them, partially buried among the roots of the trees and the damp earth, lay a shipwreck. But it was no ordinary ship.

Elsa and Anna exchanged a look, both instantly recognizing the vessel: it was their parents’ ship, the very one they had last seen them sail away on. The memories of that farewell, filled with love, now intertwined with the tragedy evident before their eyes. Anna was the first to approach, her trembling hands brushing over the weathered wood as she tried to process what she was seeing.

“This can’t be…” Anna murmured, her voice trembling like an echo barely audible above the distant crash of waves.

“How could this ship have made it through the mist?” Elsa asked, her mind searching for a logical explanation in a setting laden with mystery.

“Perhaps the current of the Dark Sea carried it here,” Hans ventured, scanning the wreckage with a keen eye for any clues.

The group ventured into the wreck, each step seeming to unearth echoes of a past the world had long forgotten. The wood creaked beneath their feet, breaking the silence of a space that had remained untouched for years. Dust, salt, and cobwebs clung to every surface, silent witnesses to the passage of time.

“And what were they doing in the Dark Sea?” Elsa questioned, her voice tinged with sorrow.

“I don’t know,” Anna admitted, her voice as soft as the breeze rustling the branches. A tense, almost imperceptible pause followed before she continued, her words barely a murmur swallowed by the silence. “I thought no one could cross the mist… unless… no one was on the boat.”

The faint tremor in her voice betrayed a hope as fragile as a leaf on the verge of falling, her eyes glimmering with restrained emotion as they wandered over the wreckage. She gazed at the remnants of the ship as though expecting, against all reason, to find some trace of life, some vestige that could alter the meaning of what they were seeing.

The silence that followed was profound, enveloping, as if nature itself respected the gravity of the moment. The whisper of the leaves seemed to pause, and not even the distant murmur of the waves broke the stillness. It was Hans who finally shattered the invisible spell.

“Listen,” he said firmly, his gaze fixed on the wreckage as though it held an enigma to be solved. “Every royal vessel has a waterproof compartment. If we find it, it might hold something important… maybe answers.”

Anna, shaking herself from her daze, raised an eyebrow and retorted with a tone that tried to be light, though a hint of defiance crept into her words.

“And since when are you an expert on ships?”

Hans turned his head toward her with an expression not of anger but of measured patience. Before he could respond, Elsa intervened.

“Hans served in the royal navy of the Southern Isles for several years. It would be wise to listen to what he has to say,” she said with a perfectly neutral tone, though an inner discomfort stirred within her, insistent. Anna’s attitude struck her as unfair. Didn’t Hans deserve more than reproach, after all his years of hard work and even now, when he was making a genuine effort to redeem himself and be helpful?

Hans, for his part, said nothing, though a flicker of gratitude shone in his eyes when they met Elsa’s. Without further delay, he began to explore the wreckage, moving with a determination that spoke as much of his training as of his desire to be useful in that crucial moment. Elsa, after a moment’s hesitation, decided to follow, keeping a certain distance but observing his actions closely.

After a few moments of careful searching, Hans stopped in front of a section half-hidden beneath the debris. With a firm, decisive tug, he managed to open the compartment. Inside, a sealed box lay intact, defying the passage of time.

Anna was quicker. Before anyone could react, she grabbed the box and opened it. Inside, preserved against the years, was a letter. Her hands trembled as she unfolded the paper, and her eyes filled with tears as she recognized her mother’s handwriting.

“What does it say?” Elsa asked in a barely audible voice.

Anna began to read aloud: “The end of the Ice Age, a river found yet lost, a magic source…Elsa’s source?”

Elsa felt a lump in her throat and took the parchment in her hands, unable to understand what she was seeing.

“There’s a map here,” Hans interjected, pointing to a parchment she had dropped. “They were heading north to a place called… Ahtohallan?”

“Ahto-what?” Olaf asked, tilting his small head in a mix of curiosity and confusion.

“It was part of a song our mother used to sing to us,” Anna explained. “It was supposed to be a magical river… a place that held all the answers about the past.”

“Well, what a coincidence!” Olaf exclaimed with contagious enthusiasm, despite the somber conversation. “A river! This only confirms my theory: water has memory.”

“Water has memory…” Elsa murmured, an idea beginning to form in her mind. Finally, she raised her gaze with determination, a spark of resolve lighting her eyes. “I want to know what happened. I need to know.”

“Sister, what are you doing?”

Elsa positioned herself at the center of the ship and gently placed her hands on the damp, rotting wood. A flash of magic surged from her fingers, illuminating the scene. Water began to rise from the cracks and puddles, forming ethereal figures that moved like dancing shadows. The images took shape: a furious storm, giant waves striking the vessel, and amid the chaos, her mother’s voice echoed:

“We must do it… for Elsa.”

Screams of agony followed, and Elsa stopped abruptly. A sepulchral silence fell over the group, broken only by the gentle whisper of water as it returned to its inert state. Elsa remained still, like a statue carved from ice, but the tremor in her hands betrayed the storm raging within. Guilt, sharp as a knife, and sorrow, heavy as an anvil, battled for dominance. Finally, unable to endure another second there she turned on her heel and ran.

“Elsa!” Anna cried out, alarmed, running after her.

The others, though bewildered, quickly followed. But Elsa ran like a woman chased by invisible ghosts, her figure silhouetted against the overcast sky as she climbed a nearby hill. There she stopped, her breath ragged, her hands clutching her chest as if trying to contain the frantic beating of her heart. But her mind, far from finding peace, kept replaying the same cruel words: You are a curse. Their death was your fault. If only they hadn’t tried to understand your powers… If only you had never had them.

Anna arrived shortly after, her face full with concern. Upon seeing her sister’s state, she didn’t hesitate to approach. With trembling hands, she cupped Elsa’s face, forcing her to lift her gaze.

“They’re dead… because of me. They were looking for answers about… me.”

“Elsa, look at me,” Anna said, her voice a mixture of gentleness and firmness. “You’re not responsible for our parents’ decisions.”

Elsa turned her gaze away, but her voice, full of anguish, burst out forcefully:

“Not their decisions, Anna!” she exclaimed, her voice breaking. “Only their death!”

The declaration fell like a weight on both of them, but Anna didn’t flinch. With unyielding determination, she positioned herself once again in front of Elsa, ignoring the cold emanating from her sister.

“No, Elsa,” she whispered, her voice imbued with love. “Yalena said, ‘Why would the spirits bless Arendelle with a magical queen?’ Because they knew our mother would do what no one else could: save even her worst enemy. You’re not a curse; you were their blessing. And you will free Arendelle and this forest, I believe in you more than anyone or anything.”

Elsa, overwhelmed by the intensity of Anna’s words, let out a sob. The tears she had tried to hold back with steely will began to roll down her cheeks. With slow but desperate movement, she wrapped Anna in her arms, seeking comfort in the embrace that she couldn’t find within herself.

As she did, her gaze fell, almost unwillingly, on Hans, who remained at a distance. His expression was an enigma of suppressed pain, and his rigid posture betrayed the inner battle he was fighting. Elsa knew him well enough to understand what he was feeling: the helplessness of not being able to approach her, the frustration of not being able to console her, the resentment toward the circumstances that forced them to keep their relationship a secret. Hans turned his back, as if he didn’t have the strength to meet her gaze.

She loved Anna and was deeply grateful to have her, but she also needed the comfort of Hans’s arms. More than any words or gestures, she longed to lose herself in his closeness, in the refuge that only he could offer her. Pretending she didn’t need him was becoming unbearable, and seeing him apart with an expression heavy with pain, she knew she couldn’t continue that lie much longer.

With a sigh that seemed to tear her soul, Elsa gently pulled away from Anna.

“If there are answers about the past,” she said, her voice trembling but firm, “about why I have my powers, if there’s a way to clear the fog, they are in Ahtohallan. That voice I hear… it calls me there. And I must go.”

“Then we’ll go together” Anna said, her tone filled with hope. “Everything will be fine.”

Elsa smiled through her tears, lowering her gaze, unable to respond. Crossing the Dark Sea was a danger she couldn’t ignore, but she also couldn’t drag others into such an uncertain mission. She looked at the three of them—Anna, Olaf, and Hans—with a mixture of love and determination. Without saying a word, she embraced Anna and Olaf. But when she approached Hans, her gesture changed.

“Elsa? What are you doing?” Anna asked, confused by her sister’s sudden shift.

Hans looked up, bewildered, as he saw her approach him.

“Your Majesty?” he began to ask, but his words died on her lips.

In an impulsive gesture, laden with emotion, Elsa grabbed him by the neck and kissed him. The contact left him paralyzed, his eyes wide open as he processed what was happening. He hadn’t expected this, not from her, and certainly not in front of Anna.

When Elsa pulled away, Hans remained motionless, his face still tilted toward hers. His eyes instinctively sought Anna’s, and his expression shifted upon seeing the incredulity on the young woman’s face.

“Elsa! What… what was that?!” Anna exclaimed, completely stunned.

Hans took a step back, raising his hands awkwardly, as if trying to justify what had just occurred, but no words came to him.

Elsa, for her part, offered no explanation. Taking advantage of the chaos she just created she raised her hands and summoned her magic. In a matter of seconds, an ice canoe took form under their feet.

“I’m sorry. Please, take care of my sister,” was all she said before pushing the three of them toward the descent of the hill.

Hans’s eyes met hers for a fleeting moment, filled with unspoken emotions, before the distance separated them. Elsa stood there, motionless, watching them disappear as her heart beat with an intensity she had never felt before.

Hello!

Who is ready to see a confrontation between Anna and Hans? I would love to read your comments, I enjoy reading them.

[simpofhans]

Just thinking about Disney Speedstorm hinting Helsa scenes in Winter Festival. Yes, because of their new outfits, because my delulu soul doesn't accept coincidences.

I just need to see them again together. In new outfits. Leading up to F3/4. I CAN'T WAIT 3 YEARS WITHOUT THEM.

[photsibutnot]

so. apparently hans will appear in the upcoming short film “once upon a studio” that’ll be displayed before Wish in movie theaters??

and low and behold its another silly goofy haha moment that tortures him?,??,

WE ARE TIREDDDDDD DISNEY

[tetsu-posts-blog]

No me gusta hablar mucho de Helsa pero:

Ya se anunció que Frozen 4 ya está en desarrollo, lo que deja muy en claro que Frozen 3 y 4 es una sola película fragmentada en dos partes. ¿Entonces? Bueno, quiero pensar que esto se debe a que a partir de aquí Frozen usará el recurso que le falta adaptar del cuento: el espejo.

El espejo fue usado de forma sutil en la primera entrega (con Hans y Elsa), pero desde entonces la historia fue por otra rama. En el fandom hispano aún creemos en la teoría de que fue el espejo lo que cambió a Hans y bueno, esta puede ser la última oportunidad de que se use ese recurso y se use bien: para manejar el contraste de que tanto Elsa como Hans son personajes grises y de alguna forma, complementarios.

Dude, no quiero decir que con esto el Helsa automáticamente será canon (no lo hará, lo dudo mucho con la dirección actual de Disney). Pero hay una oportunidad latente de que podamos ver la verdadera vida y perspectiva de Hans en las pelis (quienes leyeron los libros sabrán de lo que hablo). Ya que el espejo también ha sido usado en la historia cuando un personaje se embarca hacia su verdadero destino, como ven acá:

Así que, sin más, tocará esperar los trailers por si aparece un pixel de Hans.

[generouspicklesaladhumanoid]

Finished Hans art cause I want him to get a redemption arc. (I Can't have all my fave ginger guys dying or just getting forgotten) 🥲

I have some ideas why he should/could get a redemption arc so if anyone is interested, I can tell you about it.

[jameskillianreaper]

A new Frozen story for Christmas

Hans, Elsa, and Anna, and Inger, go on a treacherous journey to bring supplies to orphans. Set after "Elaine's Birthday".

@sweetrululu @pirate-of-the-southern-isles @true--north @princess-ibri

[magentacravat]

Huehuehuehuehuehue

[meltthefrozenheart]

FROZEN 2: I will never take Elsa calling Hans an "Irredemable monster" as Word of God about the character, when ...

That same movie litteraly shows her own grandfather elaborating a gigantic scheme to conquer another land, killing a completly innocent and harmless person, putting his own son and his men in danger creating inter-generational consequences for his own grandaughters, and all of this by understanding how controlling and menacing he was by a single look at one of his subordinates ...

While, on the other corner, we have a random guy Anna met on coronation day that has litteraly become a joke (even if his actions have some personal effect on the characters) ...

[can-i-get-a-yippee]

Thinking about Maddie as a child not being a donor match for her little brother and crying every night because she feels like she failed him,,, Thinking about how happy she would be when Buck is born and how excited she is when her parents exclaim that he’s a match for Daniel and he’ll be able to save him when she couldn’t,,,, Thinking about Maddie sneaking into Buck’s nursery and holding his little fist and telling him about how much fun they’re gonna have when Daniel is better from the hospital and how much she and Daniel already love him,,, Thinking about Maddie holding little baby Evan in her arms at Daniel’s funeral because her parents can’t stand to hold him after the graft failed and whispering in soft tones as they lower the coffin into the ground that she’s so sorry Daniel that she was a bad big sister but she’ll take care of Evan — she’ll be better this time

[princess-ibri]

The Wicked Prince

Prologue: Part VI

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[sweetrululu]

Elsa's coronation day. (AU Helsa)

The ballroom of Arendelle’s palace gleamed with an almost ethereal glow, as if the very flashes of light had been enchanted by the magic of the place. The chandeliers, adorned with flickering candles, cast a warm golden light that danced across the faces of the guests. Elsa, draped in her majestic velvet gown, stood before the royal throne, watching the scene with a mixture of curiosity and caution. The new crown on her head, along with the secret she guarded so fiercely, kept her distant, even on this night meant for celebration.

Anna, on the other hand, could not stop speaking with exuberant joy, and Elsa felt a faint warmth upon hearing her voice once more.

"Isn’t it wonderful, Elsa? The music, the people, the food... I heard the cake is filled with chocolate fondue! I can't wait to try it!"

The sisters shared a light laugh, and the sparkle in Anna's eyes made Elsa, despite a touch of melancholy, feel for a moment the lightness of the past.

"This is so nice, I wish it could be like this all of the time." Anna said, her enthusiasm evident.

Elsa barely nodded, letting a restrained smile escape as a slight disillusionment settled in her heart. She couldn't help it. The grandeur of the occasion, the crowd around her, seemed distant and foreign. Before she could respond, a soft, masculine voice interrupted their conversation.

“Greetings” said a figure who had approached with impeccable composure.

The sisters turned and found a young man of refined appearance. His red hair shimmered in the light, and his smile was the perfect blend of courtesy and distinction. He made a slight bow, as etiquette demanded, and introduced himself.

“Prince Hans of the Southern Isles. At your service. It is an honor to meet you both, Your Majesties.”

“Prince Hans,” Elsa replied, her tone formal but unable to conceal a softness in her voice. “Welcome to Arendelle. I hope you enjoy the evening.”

Hans, smiling politely but with something more in his eyes than mere courtesy, responded.

“The honor is mine. Allow me to congratulate you on your coronation. The ceremony was a masterpiece, and I must say, the beauty of this place is unmatched... except, of course, for that of its hostess.”

Elsa, unaccustomed to such flattery, felt an unfamiliar blush creep up her face, something that did not go unnoticed by Anna, who observed with growing interest.

“Oh, thank you, Prince Hans,” Elsa replied, trying to regain her composure, although the softness in her tone revealed it wasn’t just politeness.

Anna, with her usual curiosity, couldn’t resist a mischievous smile seeing her sister so unusually affected. She decided to intervene with her usual enthusiasm.

“Oh, Elsa! Isn’t he charming? You should get to know him better,” she said, unable to hide her excitement. “Maybe you should dance with him. It would be wonderful, don’t you think?”

Elsa shot a quick glance at her sister, a mix of warning and pleading, while maintaining her exterior calm.

"Anna, I'm sure the prince has many others to talk to tonight," she replied, her voice firm but serene.

“Quite the opposite, Your Majesty,” Hans responded with a slight bow. “At this special occasion, it would be an honor if I could have your first dance as queen.”

Elsa hesitated, her mind wavering at the thought of a dance. The mere mention of it made her feel an increasing nervousness.

“Oh... I’m not sure, Prince Hans. I’m not much of a dancer,” she replied, her voice betraying a slight tremor. The idea of placing her cold hand in his made her feel even more uncomfortable.

Before she could continue, Anna, without saying a word, moved forward, and with a playful smile, gave her a gentle push.

“Come on, your Majesty!” she said, quickly removing the cape from her shoulders. “Just one dance. Everyone’s watching you, and this is your night, sister.”

Elsa, realizing she couldn’t refuse any longer, nodded in resignation. Anna gently pushed her toward the center of the hall, where Hans had already extended his hand with a reassuring smile. Elsa hesitated for what felt like an eternity, but finally accepted, letting her fingers brush against his, barely.

The music shifted to a slower tempo, and the guests, as if a tacit agreement had been made, moved aside to make space for the pair. Elsa felt every gaze on her like an unbearable weight.

Hans, aware of her nervousness, inclined his head slightly toward her.

“Don’t worry, my queen. Just follow my lead. I promise I won’t let anything go wrong.”

Elsa, still nervous, looked up and found Hans’s green eyes, which seemed to try to calm her.

“I’m not used to this,” she murmured, barely audible.

“Neither am I, Your Majesty. This is my first time dancing with a queen,” Hans replied with a playful tone. “I’m terrified, but I think we’ll both do an excellent job pretending.”

Despite his efforts, Elsa couldn’t shake the feeling that time was dragging on. Each step felt like a challenge, while her mind wrestled with a torrent of thoughts. She could feel the pressure of the stares, of each guest analyzing her every movement.

Hans, on the other hand, guided her calmly, aware of the tiny tremors in her hands that barely showed. At one point, when the music reached a crescendo, Elsa stumbled slightly, and he, with quick reflexes, took advantage of the pause to lean in and whisper.

“Relax, my Queen.” he murmured softly.

“It’s not that simple,” Elsa replied, fixing her gaze on a point to avoid his eyes.

“People only want you to be a good ruler, not a perfect dancer. It’s your party, just enjoy.” Hans replied, a slight smile on his lips.

Elsa stopped for a second, surprised by his words. She looked at him, and something in the sincerity of his green eyes sparked a calm within her. For the first time that night, she let her guard down.

Hans smiled, but this time it wasn’t with the same calculated smile he used with others; this time it was something more genuine.

In that moment, Elsa allowed her shoulders to relax. The confidence with which Hans guided her, his steady presence in front of all eyes, gave her a moment of comfort, as if, for a brief sigh, she weren’t alone.

But then, she felt the cold: the slight chill in her fingers, the tingling that heralded the inevitable. The proximity of Hans, the warmth of his hand over hers, contrasted with the cold that began to emanate from her skin.

Conceal, don’t feel. Conceal, don’t feel.

Elsa tensed, her breathing quickened, and fear once again seized her. Her hands began to shake, and anxiety overwhelmed her. If she stayed there, among all those eyes, dancing... If he noticed...

“Your Majesty,” Hans said, noticing the change in her. “Are you alright?”

“Excuse me,” Elsa said, her voice trembling. “I can’t continue. I need... I need to leave.”

Without waiting for a response, Elsa quickly turned and headed for the doors of the hall. Whispers began to spread among the guests, and Anna, watching from the side, stepped forward, confused.

Hans looked at her, concerned, but an inexplicable feeling made him stop. Something in the way Elsa had left indicated that what was happening was more than simple nervousness.

When the doors closed behind Elsa, a cold air seemed to surround her as she walked down the empty corridor. She pressed her back against the wall, closing her eyes, trying to calm her mind.

“Elsa!” Anna called, running after her. Elsa, without stopping, turned her back to her sister.

“Elsa, wait! What happened? Why did you leave like that?”

“You shouldn’t have done it, Anna,” Elsa murmured with a broken voice, but filled with a resolve she hadn’t found in a long time.

Anna frowned, hearing her, not fully understanding the gravity of the situation. "Done what? What are you talking about, Elsa?" she asked, taking a step closer.

Elsa finally turned, and her pale, tense face was a clear reflection of the internal struggle she was enduring. In her eyes shone a mix of anger and anguish. “You shouldn’t have pushed me to dance with him,” she exclaimed, the words coming out with a force that even surprised Elsa herself. “I didn’t want to.”

Anna, confused but feeling the weight of her sister’s words, crossed her arms defensively. "What’s wrong with dancing a little? He’s a prince, Elsa! And he seemed so interested in you. I just wanted you to enjoy yourself for once, to have fun."

Elsa let out a bitter laugh, one that resonated in the air with palpable desolation. “Have fun?” she replied, and the disillusionment in her voice was more than evident. “You don’t understand anything, Anna. I can’t afford to ‘have fun.’ I’m not like you. I can’t just... let go.”

"And why not?" Anna shot back, stepping closer, hoping to reach her sister’s heart. "You’re always so closed off, so distant. It’s a party in your honor, Elsa! How bad could it be to enjoy it a little? Everyone was watching you, and for a moment, you seemed happy!"

Elsa raised her voice, something she rarely did, and the tone of her reproach made Anna take a step back, surprised by the intensity of the moment. “That’s the problem!” she shouted, her voice full of anguish. "Everyone was watching. What if something went wrong? What if…?" She stopped abruptly, biting her lip and looking away, unable to continue.

Anna, her face now filled with concern, frowned. "What if what? What’s the worst that could happen, Elsa? That you’re not perfect? That someone realizes you’re human, like the rest of us?"

Elsa pressed her lips together, as if those words hurt more than she could bear. She fought to keep her emotions in check. Finally, her voice softened, though the sadness was clear. "You don’t understand, Anna."

"Then explain it to me! "Anna demanded, taking another step closer. " I’m your sister. I’m here, Elsa. I’ve always been, but you never let me in. Never."

"All of this was a mistake. I should never have agreed to this party, or to opening the doors" Elsa admitted, her voice breaking with the weight of the guilt that consumed her.

"A mistake!" Anna took a step back, horrified by Elsa’s words. Tears began to fall down her face, unstoppable. "Is that how you see it? This party is the best thing that’s happened to me in years. Are you going to shut us out again, forever? Elsa, please, I can’t live like this anymore!"

Elsa, unable to bear the pressure of all her emotions, shouted: "Then leave!" her chest rising and falling with the heaviness of a pain that wouldn’t go away.

Anna, her face soaked with tears, responded with equal intensity, feeling like the ground was falling away beneath her. "What did I ever do to you?" The question, full of anguish, hung in the air like a cry of desperation.

The noise of their argument quickly reached the ears of the other guests, and the doors to the ballroom opened slowly, revealing the curious gazes of the onlookers. Among them, Hans stepped forward, followed by a couple of guards, stopping a few paces from the sisters.

"Majesties?" Hans called in a cautious tone, his voice filled with a clear, yet contained concern.

Elsa turned toward him, panic in her eyes as she realized the attention she had drawn with her outburst. " Anna " she whispered, "it’s enough."

But Anna, completely immersed in her desperation, didn’t notice the onlookers. When Elsa turned to leave, Anna grabbed her hand but only managed to pull off her glove. "No, Elsa!" she replied, her voice trembling yet firm. "Why you shut me out? Why you shut the world out?! What are you so afraid of?!"

"I said ENOUGH!" Elsa yelled, raising her hands in a gesture of frustration. But as she did, a flash of ice shot from her fingers, piercing the hallway with a sharp, crystalline sound.

The air suddenly turned freezing, and the guests stepped back in shock, gasping in surprise as frost covered the walls. Icicles hung from the ceiling like newly formed daggers, a clear sign of Elsa’s uncontrollable power.

Elsa stared in horror at her hands, trembling with fear over what she had just unleashed. Her eyes, full of panic, searched for Anna, who stood frozen, her mouth agape, staring at the scene with a mix of fear and disbelief.

"Elsa…" Anna whispered.

Hans, who was just a few steps away from the sisters, stepped forward calmly, trying to address the situation. "Queen Elsa " he said softly, his gaze fixed on her, trying to offer reassurance. "Ple-please, calm down."

But she couldn’t hear him. Her breathing became erratic, and her mind could only focus on one thought: this shouldn’t have happened. Not now. Not here. She looked at the crowd,their eyes filled with fear and shock, and as she saw them all, the frost beneath her feet cracked, spreading slowly like a shadow of ice. She wrapped her hands around her chest, shielding those she had affected, and in a burst of emotion, she fled the scene, running through the hallways with frantic speed.

[simpofhans]

That's why in my fanfic the Southern Isles have underground water tunnels... to connect Helsa again (and add Anders and Freya to some drama uhehehehhehe) ^^

because Southern Isles and Dark Sea/Ahtohallan/The Enchanted Forest are REALLY REALLY CLOSE TO EACH OTHER.

[photsibutnot]

oh hans, you're such an attention wh{}r3.

what do you mean this isn't a reasonable idea pitch for frozen 3??

[tetsu-posts-blog]

Just saying...

Por como se terminó construyendo la historia de Frozen, Hans terminó siendo un niño con el corazón congelado (gracias a su horrible familia)

Que termina escapando hacia un Reino donde vive la mismísima Reina de las Nieves

Y la Reina se revela como tal frente a él

Y su cambio radical de príncipe encantador a villano despiadado durante la peli fue en el momento exacto en que una araña de hielo cayó sobre Elsa (¿el momento exacto para que cualquier pedazo de hielo caiga sobre tu ojo, cierto?)

Y donde a partir de ese momento no le importó en lo más mínimo la seguridad de ninguna persona buena que podría haber en la peli.

Y literalmente su castigo fue regresar al mismo "castillo de hielo" donde se encargaron de congelar su corazón.

Donde claramente no va a aprender para nada su lección porque es el mismo lugar donde la gente lo humilla, lo infravalora y busca la mínima excusa para enojarse, burlarse de él y odiarlo, sin darle la mínima oportunidad de demostrar lo que vale.

Y si,-por algún milagro- la historia de Hans no termina en esta triste conclusión, él aún podría tener una oportunidad para que una niña de corazón puro y con poderes tan grandes que hasta la misma naturaleza la obedece (no lo digo yo, así dice en el cuento original) vaya a buscarlo en ese palacio de hielo y le ayude a desprender el hielo que existe en sus ojos y en su corazón.

Just saying...porque la verdad no creo que Disney se atreva (comprensible, porque a mí también me da miedo el fandom de Frozen).

Pero creo que Hans tendría una oportunidad para representar al Kai perfecto de esta historia.

P. D. Ya sé que Disney ha dado a entender mucho que Anna y Elsa son simbólicamente Kai y Gerda (y si, ya sé que hay una pareja dentro de las pelis que llevan los nombres de los dos niños). Pero tambien dejaron muy en claro que Disney solo tendría una película al principio y miren como estamos ahora.

[sov666sov]

Bi-Han doodles because i miss him

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