#hans redemption

[princess-ibri]

The Wicked Prince

Chapter 1 : Part I

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[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.

[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.

[nuggetssauce2701]

"Stay with me, Your Majesty."

Call me delulu and else, but you can't change my mind of how i really like this scenario of Prince Hans bringing Queen Elsa back home, to Arendelle.

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Like, IMAGINE IT... Unfortunately, Disney didn't give us a chance to see or even just a glimpse of how Hans brought Elsa back. :(( But! Seeing this art i found from Pinterest, (credits to the artist! Idk who they are, hehee :')) ) My heart was flattered and i WAS TOTALLY SQUEALING. Like, i am so happy but crying at the same time because this is exactly how i imagined it!!

So good, so impressive! So real! 😫❄️

ON THE WAY, imagine the storm around them raging as Elsa’s subconscious feelings are still out of control, but Hans is doing his best to shield her from the freezing cold, like, “Stay with me, Your Majesty.” 🥹 UGH, THE ANGST, THE TENSION!!! I'M PULLING MY HAIR NOW.

HELSA IS JUST SO GREAT. WHY DIDN'T DISNEY MAKE IT CANON YET? Though, I don't think they would ever make it canon. 😞 BUT IF WE'RE LUCKY ENOUGH HELSA SHIPMATES, MAYBE, JUST MAYBE IT WOULD BE OFFICIALLY CANON. YESSS AHWISJKWNWK (I'm now losing my mind, didn't i?)

AND LOOK AT THIS...

He's the one who got to give her a blanket HIMSELF. JUST LOOK AT IT, YEAH??

The soft pleading eyes as he looked at her sleeping form while he covered her with a blanket, even though Queen Elsa doesn't get bothered by the cold anyway. 😭

("The cold never bothered me anywayy🎶🎵❄️")

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AAAAUUGHGGHHH 😞

There's a strange, powerful, STRONG DYNAMIC BETWEEN THEM. I CAN FEEL IT.

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[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]

Elsa and the Kraken 

Elsa runs into some trouble while at sea but gets help from an "old friend". Set between "The Red Rose" and "A Wild Swan".

@sareinadale @frozen-snowflakesandsunflowers

[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) ...

[princess-ibri]

The Wicked Prince

Prologue: Part VI

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[simpofhans]

Queen Clara Bille Westergaard how I love you... she didn't deserved to be treated as a trophy wife and wallpaper in her own castle and be alcoholic and dead... she is the definition of "she deserves so much better" trope.

(ignoring this mfs because they don't deserve to be mentioned in tags and in the post like normal people ^^)

and the fact she looks like Anna... parallels between Friedrich and Clara + Hans and Anna break me (especially because Hans never wanted to be like him...........)

BUT LOOK AT HER SHE IS SO CUTE. LIKE SHE IS THAT TYPE OF MOTHER YOU COULD HUG WHEN YOU ARE UPSET AND SHE TAKES YOU TO THE KITCHEN TO BAKE TOGETHER TO UP YOUR MOOD.... SHE IS THE CUTEST. THE REAL MONARCH OF THE ISLES. SHE DESERVED BETTER.

[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.

[nuggetssauce2701]

• PRINCE HANS WESTERGAARD •

- 11/20/24 -

Art Post Again!! ><

I have finally drawn prince Hans BUT IN MY STYLE OFC... (😭) Took me many times to draw his hair cuz NUHH UHH THIS DUDE'S HAIR WAS SO HARD TO DRAW.

But now that i have finally finished working on this artwork, my struggles have already gone away whehehwheh BUT STILL... I might be posting some of my fanfics of Helsa soon but yet i don't think I'm a good writer lolol (🥲)

I like his Disney style, but I realized i could not and it makes my artwork look funny to me. So i just drew him in my style then lmaoo :D

So yeaahhh!! New Art Post! Just going to post this here^^

[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.