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thoughtformed2014-03-29 10:56 am
if_only) wrote in thoughtformed2014-03-29 10:56 am
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closed-ish log
Who: Mostly Hans and Elsa, but characters in their general area can jump in.
What: Hans briefly becomes good. Problem is, he acts exactly the way he does when he's pretending he's not bad.
Where: South 401
When: Early morning, March 29th.
Warnings: None yet?
For one unfortunate woman in South 401, the morning would begin with frantic pounding on the door.
No sooner had the clock struck twelve midnight than Hans, who had been enjoying a restful night, bolted up as if waking from a nightmare. However, the sudden dismay that had taken hold of him didn't come from anything he'd seen in his sleep. It came from the knowledge that all of the worst things he had ever done in his young life were all very real. He had even gone so far as to plot regicide against two innocent sisters who'd never done wrong in their lives! That they were now reconciled was of little comfort to the Prince of the Southern Isles, who knew that he had come very close to succeeding in his schemes. Either Anna or Elsa—or both—could have died by his hand, with neither knowing how much the other loved them.
He had to apologize. He had to make some effort to right his wrongs, even if they came too late. He knew Elsa would likely reject his apology, but he had to try, and try, and try; and if it took months or years or decades for her to forgive, he would never give up. Even if he went down in history as a conniving villain, all he needed was for the two women whose lives he hurt most to know the truth: that he was a changed man, and that he would never, ever, come between them again.
But he couldn't wake Elsa, not now—that would be rude, and counter-productive to his efforts. He waited impatiently for sunrise, pacing and plotting and fretting over just how to approach the queen. She had every right to punish him, to have him arrested... yes! That was it! He should be arrested, and he knew Elsa would want to be the one to turn him in. It was settled; he had to apologize to Elsa, and allow her to take him down to the police station.
So when the sun was finally over New Moore, he rushed from his apartment in East 101 to where Elsa and Roxy lived together, clamoring enough at their front door to wake the entire hall.
"Elsa! Elsa?! It's—it's me. It's Hans. Look, I... I know talking to me is the last thing you want, and I understand. I understand completely, but... please, there is something I absolutely must tell you!"
What: Hans briefly becomes good. Problem is, he acts exactly the way he does when he's pretending he's not bad.
Where: South 401
When: Early morning, March 29th.
Warnings: None yet?
For one unfortunate woman in South 401, the morning would begin with frantic pounding on the door.
No sooner had the clock struck twelve midnight than Hans, who had been enjoying a restful night, bolted up as if waking from a nightmare. However, the sudden dismay that had taken hold of him didn't come from anything he'd seen in his sleep. It came from the knowledge that all of the worst things he had ever done in his young life were all very real. He had even gone so far as to plot regicide against two innocent sisters who'd never done wrong in their lives! That they were now reconciled was of little comfort to the Prince of the Southern Isles, who knew that he had come very close to succeeding in his schemes. Either Anna or Elsa—or both—could have died by his hand, with neither knowing how much the other loved them.
He had to apologize. He had to make some effort to right his wrongs, even if they came too late. He knew Elsa would likely reject his apology, but he had to try, and try, and try; and if it took months or years or decades for her to forgive, he would never give up. Even if he went down in history as a conniving villain, all he needed was for the two women whose lives he hurt most to know the truth: that he was a changed man, and that he would never, ever, come between them again.
But he couldn't wake Elsa, not now—that would be rude, and counter-productive to his efforts. He waited impatiently for sunrise, pacing and plotting and fretting over just how to approach the queen. She had every right to punish him, to have him arrested... yes! That was it! He should be arrested, and he knew Elsa would want to be the one to turn him in. It was settled; he had to apologize to Elsa, and allow her to take him down to the police station.
So when the sun was finally over New Moore, he rushed from his apartment in East 101 to where Elsa and Roxy lived together, clamoring enough at their front door to wake the entire hall.
"Elsa! Elsa?! It's—it's me. It's Hans. Look, I... I know talking to me is the last thing you want, and I understand. I understand completely, but... please, there is something I absolutely must tell you!"
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The knocking didn't help either. She took her time, getting ready with a smirk. Hans would be a good place to start.
Elsa opened the door, coolly, "Can I help you?"
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"Elsa! Oh, thank goodness. Listen, I have to tell you something. I..." he stopped abruptly, taking in a deep breath. The mad dash over to Elsa's apartment had left him feeling rather winded. "I've been thinking a lot, and... and you're right. I do need to pay. I need to pay for everything I've done. To you, to Anna, to... to all of Arendelle! I could have hurt you, or worse! And I know this must come as too little too late, but I am truly sorry for all of it. I never want to hurt anyone again.
"I want to make it up to you some day, even though I know I never can, but... well, for now, it's just..."
Hans held his hands out, wrists together.
"I want you to be the one to take me to the authorities. I should be made to serve out my punishment here until such time as you see fit."
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With that, she flung a blast of ice and wind at him, sending him flying against the wall, "Get out of my sight."
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It took a lot of effort for Hans to get to his feet; even then, he couldn't stand upright, and spent some time hunched over with his hands on his knees.
"Elsa, I... I understand. I do. I have no right to be here," he said at last. "Which is why I should be arrested. I want you to be the one to turn me in. I-I know that's of little consolation to you now, but..."
He tried a second time, holding his hands out just as he had done before. "Please. It's the least I can do for you."
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Her power swirls around her, "But now I'll make sure they have a clue."
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"Elsa, wait! Please!" he insisted, backing up until he was pressed against the cold wall. "Listen to me! You don't want to do this!"
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The ice spreads across the doors and walls, spiked and deadly.
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At that point, it became clear to Hans that reasoning with Elsa would be impossible. He wasn't unsympathetic to her rage—after all, he deserved every bit of it—but he worried that it would cause her to do something she'd later regret. Hans had already been the source of most of her troubles, and he wasn't looking to add another item to that list.
The only option was to run, which he did. No sooner did the ice sprawl across the walls than Hans tore down the hallway, yelling for someone, anyone, to come to his aid.
"Help! Somebody, please! It's Elsa, she's—she's going to attack me!"
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"Please, Queen Elsa," he insists, the defeat finally coming through in his voice. How stupid he'd been to think this would turn out any other way. "Think of Anna. I know I could never hope for her forgiveness, but she wouldn't want you to do this, to... well, to become like me."
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In her hands, she created a floating dagger. She could just freeze him, but all the pain filled her mind and it begged for retribution. It wasn't enough. It just wasn't enough to kill him.
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Hans drew in a breath and, upon exhaling, said, "then do what you have to."
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