Okay, so here's just a short prologue to the story! Hopefully I can get the next chapter up by the end or the beginning of next week!

Prologue

Hans stood, clutching the old map in his trembling hand. A gust of cold air blew through the dense forest trees, swirling dead leaves around his boots. A raven crowed and swooped past his head, disappearing into the thick fog. Hans glanced down at the map and grinned grimly, before folding it up and stowing it away in his satchel.

The old stone castle standing before him finally came into view, half hidden by the moss and vines entangled around it. A rusted gate, with pointed spikes, stood firmly locked shut in front of the stone entrance. Beyond it he could see a stone pathway led to a giant wooden doorway with a soldier standing guard. Hans sneered and withdrew his sword. With a grunt he brought it down, quickly slicing through the old metal padlock. He sheathed his sword, silently cursing about how the weapon felt off balance since his old one lay in pieces somewhere at the bottom of Arendelle's port.

The guard in shiny metal armor posted before the huge doorway eyed him and spoke gruffly. "Name?"

"Sir Anders," Hans lied, not willing to reveal his true identity yet. "I'm here seeking help from Her Eminence."

The guard nodded and pushed open the great wooden doors to Hans' surprise. "Her Eminence has been expecting you."

He motioned with a gloved hand for him to enter. Hans hesitated. How did she know that he was coming? Was she really as powerful as he had heard? Hans pondered this for a moment before bowing curtly to the guard and striding in. The doors boomed shut behind him, leaving him to feel as if he had walked straight into a trap. He let no fear show through his face however, and strode towards the tall figure sitting in a large stone throne encrusted with jewels and carvings of languages he did not recognize. The vast empty hall echoed with his footsteps before he came to a stop before the throne and bowed down on one knee. "My Lady."

"I've been expecting you for quite some time now. Sir Anders it is? You lie well for a prince," The woman on the throne said, sneering. She twirled her silver hair around her fingers. "Unfortunately for you, I can see right through those lies…Prince Hans."

Hans stood up and looked straight into her black eyes. "How did you know I was coming?"

She chuckled and got up, her laughs bouncing off the hard walls. "A little bird told me."

She smoothed her velvet dress, running her long fingers over the soft fabric. "I don't suppose you came to seek the answer to that one question. That would be…dreary." With a flick of her wrist, a gust of air blew Hans' map out of the bag slung over his soldier. He tried to snatch it out of the air, but it danced just out of his reach. She smiled, baring pearly white teeth. "After all that effort of stealing this from your father and well, sneaking away, it would be a shame." She snapped her fingers and the edge of the paper caught fire.

"No!" Hans cried leaping for the map, missing as it flew directly into her outstretched hand. "I'll give you anything!"

"Honestly, dear. What's the big deal over this scrap of paper now that you already know how to get here?" She said, almost laughing at the sheer look of terror on his face. She watched as the paper incinerated, its ashes dropping into a pile on the stone floor, Hans' face dropping. "Besides, I don't want anything from you. You needed my help right? I'm giving it to you. What's so hard about a burning a useless map? It's a rather small price to pay, don't you think?"

"My Lady," He said, straightening out again, ignoring the ashes gently blowing onto his white uniform. "I need your help to-"

"Gah! I already know what you want. Just tell me whom you would like me deal with," She said, twirling a ring around her finger, a look of utter annoyance playing across her face.

"The wretched witch," Hans stated, unblinking. "Queen Elsa of Arendelle."

"The little snow queen?" She said, a new look on her face as she turned away to face her throne.

"Yes, Queen Elsa," Hans repeated, his voice cracking. When she didn't respond, he spoke loudly, his voice ringing out in the empty hall. "Will you help me or not, My Lady?"

"Oh yes, I will help," She whirled around, grinning wickedly. "And I know exactly what I'm going to do."