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Indie blog Hans westergaard. penned by Naomi.!

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Cannot believe Anna is in Paris, flirting with another man.

Hans smiled warmly before taking the king's hand and pressing a respectful kiss to his knuckles, a gesture befitting one monarch greeting another. "Your Majesty," he greeted with a polite inclination of his head. He then turned to Ariel, offering her the very same courtesy as he gently kissed the back of her hand. "Your Majesty," he repeated, his smile remaining pleasant and composed. "It is a true delight to be welcomed into your beautiful kingdom. I have heard many wonderful things about this country, and I already find them to be every bit as remarkable as I was led to believe. Thank you both for your gracious hospitality."

indie Hans Westergaard of the movie Frozen, Hans may divert from canon in some verses. As penned by Naomi, minors dni.

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"This is going differently than I imagined.” - @thearendellianheir

Hans found himself wondering if he had made a mistake by asking Queen Anna to dance. The question had seemed harmless in the moment, yet now that they stood together, doubt quietly settled in the back of his mind. After everything that had happened between them, he couldn't help but question not only why he had asked, but why she had agreed.

The Kingdom of the Southern Isles had spent years attempting to repair the damage Hans himself had caused. Diplomats had exchanged letters, trade agreements had been restored, and every effort had been made to mend the fractured relationship between their kingdoms. Even so, Hans knew his own presence in Arendelle remained something few people truly welcomed. He had been tolerated for the sake of diplomacy, nothing more. He certainly had never expected to share a dance with its queen.

"You mean... us dancing?" he asked carefully, wanting to be absolutely certain that was what she meant.

His voice carried genuine uncertainty rather than disbelief. Once, long ago, he had loved dancing with Anna. In those brief days before everything unraveled, he had enjoyed every moment they had spent together. And before Elsa's magic had frozen his heart, before bitterness and ambition had twisted his judgment into something unrecognizable, he had believed—perhaps foolishly—that his feelings for Anna had been real.

But how could he possibly explain something like that to the woman standing before him now? How could he tell the Queen of Arendelle that the man who had betrayed her and the man standing before her today no longer felt like the same person, when he barely understood it himself?