Three days after the Incident that froze majority of Europe. Visiting dignitaries left the kingdom of Arendelle, on a journey back to their homelands but as they left, one by one they were picked off in the oceans. Debris from the previous victims left at the mercy of the sea, all, but one had fell victim to an empire that never slept.
"Another vessel ahead sir, unarmed they offer no opposition" yelled an officer at the bow of his ship.
"This area is a mystery to us Lieutenant, the sea freezing, destroying all the poor souls who sail through the empty void. Take the fools from weaselton down below, They're of no more use up," ordered the Captain.
The three men were escorted off the bridge with one resisting the insult to his home town, "It's Weselton." claimed the slender figure being dragged away to the lower deck.
As the large naval vessel pulled up port side of the merchant ship, shots were fired crippling the smaller ship. After mere seconds the merchant ship had taken heavy damage, "Board the ship Commander, find me the Captain" shouted a voice from the bridge.
Soldiers of the larger vessel poured onto, the smaller merchant ship, searching the rooms that remained intact, "Sir, the ship is sinking, there's nothing here" yelled one of the soldiers. "Lieutenant, search the Captains Cabin!" ordered the officer.
Entering the Captain's cabin, the officer finds trinkets from this vessels owners homeland, and maps of lands unfamiliar to him and a journal made several days ago.
"This could be my last log as the Captain of this vessel; the Queen has frozen the fjord. We're stuck here; the ships have frozen into the Ice, even if we could free her, the entire ocean as far as the eye can see has frozen solid.
The chances of seeing our home again is slim, Princess Anna has left Hans in charge of Arenedelle. I don't trust him.
I fear the Queen will be in great danger, not from us, but from what else awaits us out there. From the empires of Europe? The Queen will be in danger, constantly."
Meanwhile on deck the soldiers continue their rampage of the smaller craft, stripping the crippled vessel of any useful resource. As stocks of supplies are acquired by the larger vessel, debris from the rear of the ship gives way revealing the presence of a captured individual.
"Sir, over here, we've found one alive." shouted one of the soldiers.
"Well, what do we have here?" muttered the voice of an unknown figure staring at the sole occupant of the damaged vessels brig.
"What is it to you, Who are you? Why have you attacked us?" responded the man, leaning against the far wall of the cramped room.
Another figure approached the two men, dressed in a long red coat, glancing at the ships captive, "What do we have here Lieutenant Commander, another prisoner from Weselton?"
"No." responded the man grabbing the bars of his cell, "these men took me prisoner; I'm... I was the King of Arendelle, until I was overthrown by that ice monster."
The two aggressors looked at each other, "Ice monster?" asked the elderly aggressor. Angered the captive glanced at his interrogators, "The... Monster... attacked my kingdom with no warning, my soldiers fell before they could raise their weapons, we lost the battle before we even knew it had begun."
Another man approached the two men by the cell, "Sir, there are no other survivors Captain, yet like the last ship. We've found evidence to suggest this vessel was in distress in a manner similar to our own. I found a log by the previous Captain of this vessel; he writes about his ship being trapped in a frozen wasteland by the "ice Queen herself", it was dated several days ago." Shocked the Lieutenant Commander inspected the record himself, "Sir, this sounds identical to the Incident that occurred to us." The Captain turned to his subordinates, "This ship recently departed from the region this man calls Arendelle."
Enraged other his confinement, fearing for his life the prisoner noticed the three officers in deep thought. "Take me with you, give me a chance to retake my kingdom and you and your men will forever be in my debt."
Annoyed the Captain leaned towards the cell door. "Your Ice demon held our ships for nearly three days in the middle of the ocean. Three ships perished with all hands, you will return with us to London, you will be our guest, along with the other survivors we've picked up these past two days. Then once all is prepared, we'll set sail for Arendelle." The Captain turned to his subordinate. "Release this man, recall the men to the Endurance, we set sail for London."
"Sir, surely you're not suggesting we listen to this man?" questioned the Commander, following his superior onto the Endurance.
"This is yet another clue that confirms the hostile action taken against the fleet." The Captain turned. "Think what it could mean if we could weaponize this monster into our service. The french, spanish, none would dare oppose us. Have the runt and the Duke from weselton brought to my cabin at 19:00. I want to know everything there is about Arendelle."
"Yes sir,"
As the Captain Departed, the Lieutenant opened the cell for the captive, glancing over his rugged appearance.
"Do you have a name sailor?" Grinning the man turned to the officer, "Hans, King of Arenedelle and the Southern Isles." amused by the statement the Lieutenant escorted the King to the Endurance.
"This ship is impressive."
"One of the greatest in the Royal Navy, she's seen more action than any other of her class."
Hans, finally free of his confinement took in a breath of fresh air. His eyes examining the actions of all those around him, he was in the presence of soldiers, sailors, men who weren't afraid to die in battle.
"King Hans of Arendelle. Welcome onboard the H.M.S. Endurance, you're now in the service of his majesty, Ruler of the United Kingdom and the British Empire."