Chap. 1

Sentence for the Guilty

Hans sat up in his cell. Awaiting the guard to retrieve him, as the Arendelle court had made the decision on what his sentence would entail. Sighing softly to himself, Hans willingly held up his wrists together, so that the guard could cuff and keep hold of him.

Damn. Why was I so stupid to reveal my intentions to Anna. I was so sure she was going to die, but now look at me. Really could have been patient rather than jumping the gun- but why? Damn it to Elsa...

He moved to his feet, as the other managed him with his arm. Because the prince was making no resistance, the guard chose not to use force-although, for the first week or so he had used a rougher technique. The prince knew that it was because of the officer's bias and loyalty toward Elsa and Anna. But alas, now was judgement day.

Trudging along to the court room, his head hung low. Staring at the patterns in the floor as he passed them with each step. Already he had memorized most of the lines and colors, because this was not the first time he was going between the cell and the court. All week he had been going to and from the cell and court room. It was only taking so long because of all the witnesses.

A couple of his own brothers testified against him as witnesses, as well.

Bastards.

As if they knew him at all. Of course they were going to do this. Of course.

They never gave a shit about me, why are there here to make it worse? As if they care that I suffer. OF course.

Hans kept quiet as he entered the room. All eyes were on him, and he could feel their hearts and thoughts pecking at him like vultures to a fresh kill or live animal awaiting death. As if wasn't humiliating enough, the prince was all ragged around his prison outift, unshaven and boe thin. He looked like a homless street begger at this point, nearly unrecognizeable-

But that wasn't bothering Hans so much, no.

It was them.

The ones that he had hurt. Elsa and Anna

But in the back stood another that he had recognized. Kristoff. Who was leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed.

Oh, the blonde. What's he doing here? Doesn't he have some ice to carve up with that donkey of his- let alone come and seek me out?

It was odd, because Hans hadn't seen Kristoff at all since the day he nearly dented his face. Though, Anna did a pretty good job at taking his place right before he ended up in the Fjord. But no- it WAS odd to see Kristoff there. Perhaps he had awaited to hear the sentence, just like everyone else. Hans was popular news right now.

The ragged Hans stared at Kristoff a moment. Connecting to the Harvester's hard eyes as they glared at him. It almost made the prince want to laugh and spit on the other's boots. It was too funny with how determinded the glare he had, was.

Hans was charged with nearly killing Anna, but really it would have been all Elsa's fault.

It's not like kissing the princess would have worked anyway- no matter who it was. Not Hans nor Kristoff's would have worked to save Anna. Hans just accepted that fact. Sure, she was a bit up-in-the-clouds, clumsy, and pretty.

OF course Elsa is much more clever, head-strong and queen-the perfect spit fire, but considering what happened. Hans didn't think his chances were near to anything anymore, besides going home and perhaps being excuted by royal beheading.

That was his fate. He knew it, and accepted it.

The judge called the room to stand. Hans stood behind a desk on the defense - peering over just with his eyes to see Anna and Elsa standing there. Elsa appeared to be so firm, her head held hi while Anna would make an insecure glance over at Hans and then the floor. She didn't want this.

How pitiful.

His few brothers that bothered to attend and stand against him also rose to their feet- and the rest of the room even began to rise in unison on their own too. Excited to learn of what future awaits the cold-hearted prince.

Just say it- .

Execution.

Beheading.

Hanging- Anything. Get it over with.

Was all that he could think of. Waiting on the words from the judge .

" For the charges of Hans from the Southern Isles. I sentence that he spend 15 years to service at the Arendelle prison, furthermore- because he is so privelleged I do believe that he should accompany Kristoff Bjorgman- The ice harvester, who will be in his care and learn what it's really like to be frozen ice cold- as... a harvester." Smacking their gavel to the desk as the final word, the judge got up and left the room in a jiffy. Leaving the court to sink together with the news.

Hans stood there in shock, his face showing just that. The rest of the room began to shout, and make loud utterings and mutterings of their disapproval. Wanting execution exactly as he predicted, but as soon as they began a soft riot- he felt hands grasp at his hair, neck, collar and arms. As if the people would tear the prince from limb, but a firm grip around his left arm, pulled him from the mess and marched him through a separate door.

It was quick- and Hans looked to find that it was indeed the blonde harvester, Kristoff.

That is why he was present- was this his choice?

The prince swallowed hard to himself, as he was lead back through the halls. Only down a different corridor this time and into a room where his old clothes sat crisp and folded on a cold bench/

-" Put 'em on." The harvester grumbled. As Hans was lead into the room-

-" We're going to go find you gear and get you started..."

Hans' eyes widened.

" To-today?"

- " Yes, today. Why did you think you were going to go an stay at a five-star hotel, and chisel some ice blocks into roses?" The other snarked back as if to mock the inprisoned prince.

Hans furrowed his brow, looking down at hte folded close. And began to pulled them over his head as best he could-still hand-cuffed.

- " Now, listen. I have full control over what happens to you- and I'd rather not. After what happened to Anna, I was ready to knock your teeth out. But because of Anna. Yes, Anna- I am willing to take you out to the mountains and make you work off your sentence. If you do a good job. Then maybe I can give a good report on you, and get a couple years taken off your sentence. I'd rather not. Because frankly, I think you are lower than shit- but because of the princess and queen who actually care about you. For some odd fucking reason, I'm doing it. Now hurry up. Were going to Oaken's. "

It was quite an explanation- Hans couldn't remember hearing the other man talk before, it was ver harsh. Which he was used to- but Hans couldn't help but smile on the inside, because somehow. Some way, he got into the heads of Elsa and Anna and they still wanted to believe that somewhere he was a good-hearted man.

They are all fools.

Hans followed Kristoff. His sleeves weren't even on, and Kristoff was such a hard ass that he wouldn't unbind the prince just so that he could cloth himself properly.

This is going to be hell.

Hans thought to himself. If Kristoff would be this way, always. There was no way out, unless Anna and Elsa have something else to do with it. But for now, Hans would do what he was told. Though, would rather be executed than have to cut ice from lakes and rivers that were far far away.