#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]

Prisoner of a forbidden love

It was the last day of Hans's sentence, and every hammer strike in the stables echoed like an unrelenting reminder of the inevitable. He felt the weight of an imminent farewell rise before him, as unavoidable as fate itself, and with every nail he drove in, it seemed he was also closing a chapter that had been as long as it was painful. The return to the Southern Isles awaited him at dawn, where his family, indifferent or full of pity, would welcome a son whose shadow had grown larger than his achievements. However, it was not the judgment of his lineage that tormented him; what truly troubled him was the impending farewell to Queen Elsa, whose kindness had been an unnoticed balm that kept him afloat during those long years of atonement.

The day had passed with the monotonous certainty of routine, and in every pause, Hans searched for Elsa, yearning for a moment to express what had rooted itself in his chest like an unconfessed secret. First, he saw her in the audience chamber, busy with a council of ministers; the air was thick with formalities, preventing him from approaching. Later, in the gardens, the breeze carried a fresh fragrance that almost made the pain of waiting bearable. However, a maid arrived with news of an incident in the city, and Elsa hurried away, leaving him with a barely formed greeting on his lips. Finally, in the portrait hall, as night settled over the castle, a messenger interrupted him, bursting in with the urgency of a message requiring the queen's immediate attention.

Twilight fell like a silent cloak, and as the moon ascended majestically over the mountains, Hans felt time slipping through his fingers. Gripped by sudden determination, he slipped through the dark corridors, guided only by the fervent beating of his own heart. When he reached the royal office, the guards blocked his way, their firm expressions and hushed voices denying him passage.

“It’s not possible to interrupt Her Majesty at this hour,” one of them murmured, though Hans's gaze shone with an intensity that belied any resignation.

“I must see her,” he insisted, his voice heavy with urgency, surprising even himself. “It’s not a whim; it’s a necessity.”

“You heard him. Get out now, or you’ll spend your last night in Arendelle sleeping in prison,” the other guard shot back.

Hans turned away but, in a swift motion, tried to slip between the two sturdy guards, though they caught him in an instant. The commotion in the hallway quickly reached Elsa's ears, and from within, she ordered in a firm voice for them to let him pass. The guards reluctantly released the prince, and he straightened his clothing as best he could before grasping the door handle. When he crossed the threshold, he found her behind her desk, the warm light of a lamp caressing her pale face, giving her an ethereal glow. The silence between them felt tangible, like a frozen mist that chilled the air and froze the words in his throat.

“Your Majesty…” Hans began, the formal title stinging his lips, erecting a barrier between them. “I... would not have dared to interrupt you if it weren't for a need I have long kept silent. I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness or the honor of these words, but... if I leave tomorrow without telling you how I feel, I... fear I will carry this weight forever.”

Elsa watched him with an impenetrable expression; her blue gaze was an unexplored ocean that revealed not the slightest emotion. When she finally exhaled a sigh, the sound was almost imperceptible but seemed to shatter the air into a thousand fragments of uncertainty.

“And what is it that prevents you from leaving in peace?” she asked, her voice cloaked in the calm that was so characteristic of her.

Hans took a step forward, as if in that gesture he sought to shorten the distance between them not only in space but also in time and circumstance.

“I love you, Elsa.” The words emerged with an unusual vulnerability, his voice barely a whisper, seemingly meant more for himself than for her. “I have loved you for months, since the moment I realized the magnitude of your strength and grace. You have shown unwavering kindness, even to someone like me who deserves nothing but scorn. If I must leave at dawn, I want you to know that I leave my heart here, even if you never return the feeling.”

Silence settled over them again, but this time it was different, charged with a palpable tension, as if the world had held its breath. Elsa slowly rose from her seat. She took a step toward him, and in her eyes shone something different, a warm glow that contrasted with the icy serenity that always surrounded her.

“Hans…” she said, and her voice, for the first time, sounded almost broken. “What I feel for you goes beyond what I had allowed myself to admit. You have changed; I see that, and I won’t deny that my heart has changed too.”

Hope ignited in Hans's eyes, and he took another step forward, almost brushing against Elsa’s hands.

“Then I won’t leave,” he said fervently. “I will stay in Arendelle, under any condition you impose. If you allow me, I will remain by your side.”

Feeling the smile that barely bloomed on her face fade, Elsa averted her gaze, and an unfathomable sadness settled on her features. She stepped back, as if that closeness was a painful luxury she could not afford.

“It’s not that simple,” she whispered. “My people will never accept a bond between their queen and a prince who once conspired against her. Nor will my sister. No matter how much you have changed, the scars of your betrayal remain in the memory of many.”

“Let me try,” Hans pleaded, his voice heavy with sincere desperation. “I will show Anna and everyone that I am worthy of you. I will do anything you ask; I will serve the kingdom in the humblest of conditions, if that will allow me to be by your side.”

Elsa gently shook her head.

“I’m sorry,” she said, and her words were ice that penetrated to the bone. “As much as I love you too, I cannot risk the kingdom and my relationship with my sister. Not even for you.”

In that moment, Hans felt the world crumble. There were no tears in his eyes, but his chest burned with the pain of a doomed love. He stood still.

“Please, Elsa” he whispered, his voice fragile.

Elsa felt the ice in her heart threatening to break. She took a step in his direction and cupped his cheeks in her hands.

“I don’t wish to hurt you, Hans. But as much as I desire it,” she said, with a sadness in her tone that overflowed each word, “this is not a dream we can live.”

The words dissipated into the air, leaving them both in a silence heavy with what could never be said. And then, unable to hold back any longer, Elsa leaned in and placed a fleeting kiss on his lips, a frozen sigh of what could have been. When she pulled away, her eyes sparkled with a final unshed tear.

Hans remained motionless, the bitter comfort of the kiss still burning on his skin.

“I don’t want to leave you.”

Elsa looked at him with a sadness she could not hide, an expression that seemed to silently plead with him not to make this harder than it already was.

“I don’t want that either.” she said, her voice broken, as if with every syllable she were letting go of something precious. He felt those words sink deep into his being “But sometimes, the greatest act of love is letting someone go. What you desire… what I desire… will not change reality. Please, Hans, just go.”

Elsa's words were a sentence Hans could not revoke, no matter how much his heart resisted accepting it. He felt an invisible hand pushing him back, separating him from her even as his soul pleaded otherwise. He took an uncertain step toward the door, then another, each movement painful as if leaving a part of himself behind, as if the room itself were reclaiming him, refusing to let him go.

“We can try…” he stammered, turning his back on his own instinct but unable to contain the words. “We can fight together… for everything that now seems impossible.”

Elsa closed her eyes; her lips curved into a bitter smile, as if she heard a plea that in another world she could have answered.

“What would people think, Hans? Or my sister? I don’t want to lose her when I’ve just managed to get her back,” she replied, and the pain in her voice was so evident that Hans felt the air grow thick, suffocating. “And you… you have a future awaiting you in the Southern Isles; everything you have worked for these years will be overshadowed by this. If you truly love me, if you truly understand what this sacrifice means… then you will know you must go. Not because I wish it, but because it is what must be.”

Hans felt his heart break; each of Elsa’s words resonated in his chest like an icy blow he could not reject. His steps wavered as he left the room, his shoulders slumped as if carrying an impossible weight. And yet, he kept walking, even as he struggled against the helplessness filling him, as if he wanted to turn on his heels and cross the threshold once more, run to her, and take her away from the fate that kept her imprisoned.

But upon reaching the corridor, the guards, entirely indifferent to what had transpired in that room, closed the doors with a dry, final sound, as if sealing his fate with the weight of an irrevocable truth. Hans paused for a moment, feeling in his chest the fading echo of the kiss, the bitter certainty that he had lost more than he would ever be allowed to gain. And in that instant, he knew that while his body obeyed the logic of reason, his heart would always remain there, with her, a prisoner of a love that could not be but would never cease to exist.

[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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