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15: last kiss ( i can't believe it )

Each step Hans took was a struggle to take; running wasn’t an option but, if he
had to walk to his death then he’d do it with his head held high. Like a KING,
one that would be remembered in the halls of time. Hans couldn’t stop himself
from looking at the worn figure of Elsa, hair dirtied and eyes displaying deep
shadows that revealed how many nights she had stayed up in her cell.

He was certain that he looked the same, if not worse with his mind never resting a single moment. Elsa looked as radiant as the sun, maintaining her steel will despite their circumstances. Dispute having a knife held against her, warning what would happen if she tried anything. The sensation of pride swelled up inside of Hans, she too, undoubtedly had the same idea as they came to a stop. The sea of people stared at the royals, endless murmuring and whispers caught in the crowd. Hans squared his jaw, unable to look at their way of execution.

        No, he found himself only having eyes for the one who should’ve been his QUEEN.
        Hans’ pulse quickened, mind registering the guards loosening their grip on him. 
        A step forward, enough to close the small but INFINITE gap between them, side
        by side. Lips pressed together, desperate and hungry for a answer to what they were
        together.

He hoped it was enough, enough to remind them of the times they shared. For a
second he could [ almost ] pretend that they were in their rare moments of comfort
together; Elsa’s laughter stuck in his mind, tenderness that was ever foreign and
familiar to him, blue eyes of a Princess                  

                                            Hans was jerked back, torn out of the memory.
                                            Hands held tighter on him, enough to bruise.
                                            The crowd had fallen as silent as death, shock
                                            clear on their faces.

                  The call rang out in the air to begin the proceedings, starting with him.
                  The gears in Hans’ mind began to turn, he was too far gone to weasel
                   his way out of the trap with honey filled lies. Yet Hans knew who could
                   save them both. So did everyone else. Elsa with her powers of cold
                   was more powerful then anyone               it was a public spectacle
                   and they all knew how dangerous ice could be.

                                                        They were all FOOLS.

                                                                  ❝             Elsa.❞