◤ firelordhans ◢

Hans cried out when he saw his wife and daughters, huddled together in the frozen ballroom. He ran to their side at once and took Elisabeth into his arms. “Give her to me,” he said–it was not a request. Long strands of white streaked Elisabeth’s hair, just as Anna’s had done all those years ago. Hans’ kisses came freely now; he pressed them again and again to Elisabeth’s brow, trying to warm her. “Elisabeth? Elisabeth, dearest, please wake up…!”

✕ ✕ ┊she of ice & snow ;; 

The moment her husband burst into the ballroom, Elsa was more than willing to hand over her freezing daughter to him. She was just not WARM enough. She wasn’t like her sister. She could not provide the same warmth that Anna could provide for her children. So instead, she allowed Hans to take their child because she knew that what Elisabeth needed right now were Hans’ FIRES.

❝Hans we need to take her to the trolls.❞