Anna Hansell

Meeting Hansele (frozen drabblefic)

EDIT: No longer a drabble. Fic title is Beware of Open Doors. This section is now chapter 1. Full fic: AO3 link.

Female!Hans AU. An answer to this post.

Anna felt as if she might take off into flight as she ran along the docks. The gates were finally open and everything was going to be magical and amazing. Every step she took felt like a step closer to freedom.

Until Anna ran into the horse.

She released an embarrassing, high-pitched noise at the impact, which knocked her sideways. Arms flailing, she tried to regain her balance as she fell backward into a boat. A bucket fell on her head as her back struck the seat painfully, and she felt the boat begin to tip back into the harbor when a sudden impact steadied it.

“Hey!” Anna gripped the boat and lifted the bucket off her head. The horse she’d hit had slammed its hoof into the boat, she realized, eyes trailing upward. When her gaze reached the rider, she felt her expression soften slightly.

“I’m so sorry,” said the woman seated on the horse. “Are you hurt?”

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Elsa X Hans - Akward Kissing Scene

Beware of Open Doors (Ch. 7)

Female!Hans AU. Inspired by this post. Full fic: AO3 link.

The sunlight obnoxiously insisting its presence through her window had woken Anna at some point in the past… hour? The Crown Princess, heir apparent, of Arendelle did not have a need to depart from her bed, however. So she hadn’t. Instead, she was half-awake and idly trying to decipher how her life had managed to completely change in the course of one night. Wrapping up the party had taken so long that she hadn’t slept much or had a moment for introspection since leaving Elsa’s room. With eyes half-lidded as she gazed at the edge of her windowsill, she wasn’t certain if she was awake enough yet for introspection.

Two knocks on the door. “Princess Anna?” She was at least awake enough to recognize Gerda’s voice.

“Mmmmmn,” Anna groaned. “What is it, Gerda?”

“You have a visitor, ma’am. She insists that she has pre-established plans with you, but there’s nothing on your sched—”

“Anna, it’s me, Hansele. We were going to lunch together, remember?”

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