Talk:Queen Elsa/@comment-74.99.65.62-20161222200218/@comment-74.99.65.62-20170224221026

 "Wait, you want Elsa dead?" Hans was confused. He thought that Anna was a sweet, gullible, sister, not a murderous power monger. "Of course," Anna stated like it should be obvious. "I've always been second fiddle to Elsa, and I'm sick and tired of it. She always got special treatment because of her powers and never talked to me. She's got to die." "You're crazy, and I love it," Hans replied adoringly. "I was going to trick you into marrying me so I could get power after killing Elsa. There's no way I'd get through twelve brothers." "Well, we can still marry. We have so much in common," Anna said taking on a more seductive tone. Hans seemed to appreciate this as he moved his face closer to hers. "Let's seal this deal with a kiss," he said barely above a whisper. As their lips pressed together passionately they both imagined their reign once Elsa was dead. All they needed to do was kill her. And they would stop at nothing to do so.