Author's Note:This is my first ever fanfic so I hope it's all right. Reviews, questions and comments are more than welcome.

Disclaimer: Sadly I don't own Frozen, maybe one day...

The Ocean splashing against the hull of the Jagerfly* sent sprays of ice cold water onto the deck, freezing Hans to the core. Two days. Two days till we reach the Isles, he thought, two days till I see disappointment in twelve pairs of eyes. his own eyes searching the horizon for any break in the stretch of sea...
"Your time is up," a crewman said as he grabbed Hans by his cuffed hands and dragged him back to his cell," Better make yourself comfortable. You won't be out again for a long while." The crewman tossed Hans back into the cell without a second glance, the cell door closing with a screech.

Hans' eyes wandered around his cell. He knew every inch of it off by heart now. He had spent the past three days sitting in this cell without much to do except sleep, stare or wait for his few minutes of fresh air. I guess this is what you get for committing treason, he thought, a sour laugh escaping his lips, I almost had the crown but it slipped through my fingers. Hans wriggled his body in an attempt to remove the numbness that had begun to settle in, finally getting as comfortable as he could, He shut his eyes and felt himself drift off into a restless sleep.

*Jagerfly is Norwegian for 'fighter'.
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A sharp kick to his ribs brought Hans to consciousness. "Wakey, wakey prince charming. You've got a big day ahead of you," shouted a familiar gruff voice.

"You're in a good mood this morning, Colt," Hans replied, his voice heavy with sleep. Barely able to pull himself to his feet with the ongoing sway of the ship, Hans turned to face Colt, he had short black hear that was trimmed neatly in a way that accentuated his blockish appearance and two short scars across his right cheek that made his stare one that could curdle milk. Much like his head, his broad shoulders and thick neck only added to his forbidding presence.

"A tankard of ale does warm ones heart," Colt chuckled as he led Hans out of his cell. With one of Colts strong hands pressed against Hans' neck and the other settled on his sword, he didn't try to resist.

Colt led him away from the cell and towards the Captain's quarters. Very few men on board The Jagerfly had actually seen the captain since they had set sail. The crewmen took their orders from his First Mate, Colt, and what the crewman did, Hans followed.

Colt pulled open the door to the Captain's quarters without even slightly loosening his grip on Hans' neck. Pushing Hans in front of him, Colt entered the quarters carefully closing and locking the door behind. The room was dark with only a small amount of light entering from between thick curtains and from a small candle sitting in the centre of a big decorative desk. Behind the desk sat a portly man with large brown side-burns and a balding head. His dark brown eyes held only the slightest spark of intelligence. "Have you been enjoying your trip, Mr Westerguard?" The man's voice was thick with the taint of alcohol," I hope you have mister because it's about to get worse for you." Hans studied the man's face for clues as to what lay ahead but found only mild amusement glance across his features."I'm afraid that one of my crew has fallen ill, meaning I'm are one man short," The captain continued.

"And this affects me how?" Hans asked turning to Colt in search of an explanation. A strange friendship had grown between them in the few days Hans had been kept prisoner on the Jagerfly. Colt only shrugged in response.

"Patience Mr Westerguard is a virtue as I am sure you are fully aware," the captain replied taking a large sip from his tankard," You, my young con, are going to take his place among my crew. You will wake when Colt wakes, you will clean the deck, help with the rigging and most importantly you will follow my orders. Do you understand?"

Hans turned to Colt for his thoughts on the matter; Colt smirked and gave him a nod. "I understand," Hans replied. I understand that you have no idea who's really in charge, he thought but dare not say it out loud, a smirk creeping onto his face.

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Colt put Hans straight to work immediately after his meeting with the captain, exchanging his hand cuffs for a wet rag and a bucket of water, telling him that Hans that he was to have the ship floor spotless by nightfall otherwise he would only receive a third of his usual rations. With only the repetitive motion of scrubbing the deck to keep him occupied, Hans soon found his mind wandering. Thoughts of the Arendelle sisters flooded his mind. How he wished that he had actually had feelings for Anna, he had often heard his three eldest brothers talk about love amongst each other. They had each married for power and money, and although none of them were unhappy with their wife's and families they often found themselves discussing how different their lives would have been if they had married for love. When he was younger Hans would hide behind curtains and under tables to hear their discussions, finding a strong desire to hear more about love. He had never seen it since his parent's marriage was also that of social status and not emotion so the feeling continue to evade. As he had grown older he had pursued the emotion as best he could, with his heart constantly on his sleeve. However, his brothers soon learned this about him and used it to exploit him. They often tricked him into giving up personnel information to young girls who they had paid to pretend to be in love with him. It was not long after that Hans decided to seal his heart away from the wicked antics of his brothers and the world in turn.

Hans quickly wiped his eyes as tears threatened to fall. I will not cry, He thought scolding himself for letting his emotions get the better of him, I am stronger than that. Tears are a weakness. With a renewed resolve he began scrubbing the floor with more urgency focusing his whole being into the task at hand.

Time flew by as Hans focused himself to his task. Scrub. Dip. Squeeze. Scrub. Dip. Squeeze. He was so focused he almost crawled straight into Colt's feet. Looking up, Hans found himself quite intimidated by Colts enormous size. "It's time for lock up," Colt said as he helped Hans back to his feet, leading him back to his cell," And you have definitely earned your dinner tonight."

Colt left Hans in his cell with his gruel and without his handcuffs as a reward for his good work. Inspecting his wrists in between each bite Hans noticed how much the handcuffs had rubbed at his wrists raw. There were a few patches of dry blood but Hans found no reason to worry as further scrutiny showed that they were only superficial. Leaving his empty bowl next to the cell door for someone to collect, he tucked himself into his sheets and got settled, slowly letting his mind drift off.

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Hans woke with an indignant grunt as he hit the side of the cell. With another grunt he tried to move his slightly aching body towards the pile of blankets that were his beds. His hands came across a knot in the wooden floor, just wide and deep enough to give him something to grasp. Only holding on with one hand, he used his other to grab the waste bucket next to the head of the bed, His stomach rolling in time with the waves. After a few dry heaves his stomach finally settled giving Hans time to think.

The ship was oddly silent, no pounding of boots as men ran to follow orders in fact no shouting of orders at all. Hans lifts his head out of the bucket, tilting his head in an attempt to hear better, his thoughts racing. There should be noise, there should be movement, he thought.

Silence...

What felt like hours but could've only been seconds stretched by but still there was nothing.