"He helped you because he knew what would happen if he didn't," Elsa said gravely, ignoring Anna's question about the town for now. One thing at a time. "Don't mistake his self-preservation as kindness or affection."
It was only after she said the words that she remembered that the sister she was talking to was the sister that had just become engaged to the man in question. Whether Elsa liked it or not, Anna thought she was in love. Again, she reminded herself to be gentle. This was going to hurt no matter what, but she couldn't allow herself to add to the blow.
"Hans proposed to place himself in a better position to usurp power from us. He told you he was thirteenth in line, right? For him, a legitimate chance at the crown was worth a little blood on his hands." Her toes curled in her shoes as she felt the anger rise and discharge through her feet, creating a growing patch of ice beneath the bench on which she and Anna sat. It didn't matter right now; she doubted Anna would be paying attention to her surroundings with everything that Elsa was telling her.
"You deserve love, Anna. More than anyone I've ever met. But Hans is not that love." She reached out and took her sister's hands, trying her best to transmit her affection through the light touch.