Almost (meaning all) of my friends dislike Hans so much, saying how he's a total jerk and all, but in truth, I feel a little sympathy for him, and so, I made this fanfic so that you'd all get to know his (secret) side of the story and a little more. Please read and enjoy. Oh, and heads up, this is the PROLOGUE when they're still kids and have kid-like personalities. I figured that their actual natures didn't start to develop until later on, and I apologize if I'm a little OOC (still a newbie to this). Enjoy, read, and please tell me your opinion on it.

Prologue:

"Papa can I please, please, please go?" The little girl begged her father while continuously tugging on her mother's dress. "Just this once! I promise!" Her mother laughed and her father sighed, but they still smiled.

"Okay, Elsa. Just this once. But don't go getting into trouble, okay dear?" The girl squealed and ran up the stairs to her room. "I have a day dress just for this!" Her mother, the queen, shook her head lovingly, then called the maid near them who held a little baby. "Eveline, will you help assist Elsa into her clothing, please? She seems to be too excited to do it herself." she finished with a smile. The maid nodded and cooed the baby, making her way to the upper floor.

"Oh dear, I picked the dress, but what about my shoes!?" Elsa was half dressed, with her undergarments showing and the dress hanging loosely on her shoulders. Then a knock came in followed with her maid. Elsa lit up at the sight of the baby and went towards them in a skip. "Hi baby Anna! Today I'm going to meet new people! And some of them are close to my age, well, I think they are. I hope you could come too.. But you can't walk or talk yet though. Or else I'd always dance with you." she finished with a pout.

The maid, Eveline, slowly laid Anna into her crib then went behind Elsa to zip up her dress, tying a blue satin ribbon to finish it off. She wore a white simple short-sleeved dress that ended at her knees in a frill. Her neck ribbon was also a blue lace that matched well with her hair.

"Thank you, Miss Eveline! Oh and don't worry, I have a dress just for the ball too!" Elsa then went to her closet again. "Miss Eveline, what shoes do you think is fit for a lady?" Then she picked up a pair of three inch heels and held it up to her maid with a bright smile. "How 'bout these? Tall ladies are always beautiful!" But Eveline shook her head. "Not for a five year old girl, Elsa. Here, what about these ones? They match well with your attire." Picking up a set of simple black shoes and white stockings. Elsa thought long and hard, then complied. "I guess they'll do, for now. Thank you Miss Eveline." she said as the maid assisted her with putting them on. Touching the girl's hair, a blue satin bow was clipped at the bottom of the short braid. While Elsa admired herself in the mirror, the maid prepared her luggage.

And with that, they exited the room, Elsa holding her hand and the small suitcase while Anna was cradled in the other. When Elsa saw her parents she squealed again.

"Mama! Papa! What are you waiting for? Let's go." she giggled. But before she could scramble out the door her father caught her and she shrieked happily. Putting her to his front, he then looked at her sternly. "But before we go, you promised-"

"-that I won't cause trouble or use my magic. I know papa," She put her head up diligently. "I just want to see more people. Is it true they're my age?" Her mother put her hand to his shoulder. "It's okay dear," Then to Elsa, "Yes, there's a few princes that may be a few years older, but I'm pretty sure one or two of them are only about the same age you. But remember, this is a ball to celebrate the king's birthday in which we'll be staying for only today and then tomorrow. And like papa said, no using your magic today or the next day until we get back home."

"Yes mama. I swear on chocolate that I won't." They then smiled and went on their way. Then Elsa went back and kissed the sleeping baby the maid held. "Bye bye baby Anna! I'll see you later. I'm going to the Southern Isles."

The boy hid. Not from the new faces that passed on by without noticing him. But from the familiar ones who sought him out.

"Haaaans. Come out, come out, wherever you are~"

"You still owe us a favour! And we want it now. You can't hide forever you know. It's father's birthday."

The auburn head retreated further back into his hiding place. He was glad that none of the visitors glanced his way because his brothers were among them. And they were scary when they blended in with the crowd trying to find him. Please don't look at me. They'll catch me.

Just then, a carriage pulled up to the left of the cobble-stone road, and out came a young couple, with a trail of servants behind them carrying their luggage.

And a little girl, with palest blond he's ever seen; almost white actually. Her dress was also white, with a few blues here and there. Her eyes, he noticed, were a few shades lighter than sapphire, so unlike anything he ever saw. Then those light sapphire-like eyes turned to him, and their eyes met.

"So... pale," he thought with a slight frown. "Is she sick?"

She seemed confused, then began walking towards him. The boy panicked at this. No, no, don't come towards me.

Then the couple from earlier called, "Elsa. Hurry up." and she looked towards them with a soft smile and went her way. He sighed in great relief and relaxed a bit.

Looking up again, he saw the faces of his twin older brothers. "Found you, Hans~" they said in unison and roughly pulled him out of the bushes.

The sun was still high in the sky as Elsa and her parents had their things unpacked and Elsa ran out to the balcony. "Mama! Summer is so great here! The breeze is nice and cool too! Can I go out to play? Maybe I'll encounter one of the princes here."

"Okay dear, but don't wander too far. And take an escort with you just in case." She leaned back against the railing and moaned. "But mama!"

"No buts."

"..ohhh-kay." she said exasperatingly.

Elsa walked down the halls with an annoyingly silent escort trailing on behind her. Her shoulders hunched and she would take random side-long glances at him. His nose was deeply hooked and his french moustache made him seemed like the type that would rather stay confined in libraries, reading all day long. Pouting, Elsa then spotted something through the window beside her.

But she wasn't able to go to it because of the annoying shadow that trailed behind her. "Time to lose him," she mumbled under her breath while smirking. Immediately turning a corner, she came across a room of glass sculptures and green plants. Thinking fast, Elsa created a wall of ice across one of the close corners of the room, hiding behind it with a mischievous grin. The man frantically passed by her unknowingly, calling out her name. "Princess Elsa! Princess Elsa!"

"What an ironically stupid man. Can't he tell the difference between ice and glass?" She rolled her eyes and slowly unveiled herself once his shadow disappeared into the next hall. Then looking around herself, she noticed that this was not only a glass hall, but it held several plants in a decorated organization. "A greenhouse... huh." Walking around, she saw several waterfalls and leaves bigger than her face. She giggled at the sight of one and hugged it close. But then frost appeared where her hands touched and she recoiled back. "Oops.."

Whistling away, Elsa went out to where she saw a glimpse of something interesting before which led to the courtyard, but she didn't stop there. She went towards the thing she saw from earlier through the window. Turning the corner, she found that the one she was looking for wasn't there, but instead a few droppings of blood.

Small fear creeped to the back of her throat and Elsa held her hands to her chest in nervousness. But she held it in and followed the trail it left. It led towards the bushes but when Elsa crept through it, she was only greeted with the cobalt wall. Frowning, the trail seemed to go past it though, as if the person walked through it. Then an idea popped up in her head. It wasn't a smart one, almost obvious, but she tried it anyway. Pulling the wall back, expecting it to come off lightly, it instead didn't move an inch. She sighed and leaned back on it, and the wall budged back.

Mesmerized by the sudden movement, she proceeded forward and put the wall chunk back in its place and turned to see her new surroundings.

This wasn't like the courtyard from earlier; instead it was a small, empty and more like abandoned and torn up enclosure. There was mostly sand and chunks of cobble stone here and there. Large wood frames protruded from the walls of the small place, creating soft shadows against the midday light that poured from above. And sitting in the middle, looking up, was the small boy she saw earlier in the bushes.

At the sound of her coming he whipped his head and immediately stood up, obviously startled and shocked. "H-how'd you find this place? Me?" She couldn't say anything. His nose was bleeding and there were scrapes and bruises all over his arms. But what surprised her the most was his eyes. They seemed angry – but also lifeless at the same time, as if a greater force put them out just moments before. She gripped her dress and tried to muster what words she could. "I... I saw your trail of blood and – and I thought that you were hurt... Are you hurt?" she finished feebly. But the boy sniffed and turned around, plopping right back onto the sand. "I'm fine. Go away, Pasty."

Elsa fumed red at this. "My name isn't Pasty."

"By the way you look, it should be." Oh she wanted to throw icicles at this boy. She could feel the frost forming on the tips of her fingers.

But she would remain calm. Taking a deep breath Elsa went to sit beside him, tucking her knees to her face and crossing her small arms around them. "Why were you hiding in the bushes earlier?"

"It's none of your business."

"...O-okay."

The boy leaned away from her, plainly disturbed that she was there. Long seconds of silence ticked by. Then he broke the silence. "Please don't tell anyone of this place." Elsa smiled. "Don't worry, I won't." Another long pause. Awkward silence was the only thing that kept them company. She saw that he wore a white shirt with a simple light grey jacket and trousers, all dirtied, bloodied and bruised. The girl wondered how he came to be like this.

Elsa then blurted out, out of nowhere, "Would you like to be my friend?"

"Would you like to be my friend?" the girl suddenly said aloud. Hans' eyes widened at this. No one had ever said that to him. His brothers would always drive them away. Also, Pasty here was just too suspicious. "Why would I want to be your friend?" Her face fell, and he felt a little bad for saying that. Not knowing what else to do, the boy just tucked his head into his knees. "How can I be friends with someone I don't even know.. Go back." he mumbled.

A few beats went by with nothing but the quiet air. Though he didn't see it, he could tell that the girl was smiling. Why would she be smiling? Maybe she really is sick.

"My name is Elsa."

Hans looked up. "What?"

Again she repeated, "My name is Elsa. Not Pasty. Now you know who I am."

He snorted softly and rolled his eyes, then grimaced, wiped his hands across his still bleeding nose. The girl giggled too, for a few seconds – until she again stared at his injuries. "Did those two boys do that to you?"

"No, I fell..."

"...O-okay."

Silence again. 'Elsa' then wobbled in front of him, until they were in the same eye level. "Wanna see something cool?" This perked his interest, but only slightly. "Depends." She smiled at him, her white teeth only making her seem even paler. "Look,"

Rolling her hands in front of herself, what seemed to be like... snow, formed out of them. He couldn't help it; he was mesmerized. Curiosity and awe were the only emotions that filled him as soon as the magic begun. After a small snowball was formed, she lightly threw it up in the air and little snowflakes drifted down upon them. It was magic. This pale and weird girl held powers of sorcery. He only read it in books, but none of them could be compared to what he saw right now. Some landed on his nose and it stung a bit, but he didn't mind. It was so... "beautiful," Looking up, then at the strange girl. Instantly his eyebrows raised and he blushed, noticing that he said it out loud. "I mean... It – it is cool.."

But then she put her fingers to her lips and shushed him. "Shh. I don't want mama and papa to find out because they told me not to use my magic here. But since you're now my friend, I think you deserve to know." Elsa finished off in a giggle and grin. He kept a straight face which remained tinged with pink, then sniffed and wiped his nose again.

The girl was staring at his hand. She then rolled her hands again and formed a smooth and round piece of.. ice? Before Hans could figure out what she was up to, she held the piece to his injuries and he howled at the pain.

Again she shushed him. "You don't want people to find out, right? So sshh." He pouted and looked down at his arm. Eventually the stinging receded and it felt a little better. The strange thing was that the ice never melted, nor did it drip into his wounds; it was just there, providing him only the coolness of it. Elsa then lifted it and untied what seemed to be her neck ribbon. She wrapped it around his hand. "You said you fell, right? There's a scrape on your hand. You should be careful next time you fall," The strange girl only concentrated at his hand, not looking up. "Something could really break if you keep on tripping." She finished off with a cute bow at the top of his hand and he stared at it. This was the first time anyone besides the nurse or health doctor ever treated his wounds, and it was always so sharply done.

"Thanks," was all he could manage. If he said any more, he was afraid he'd cry.

It was then when he heard a snobby voice call 'Princess' Elsa's name and she groaned.

That night, as Elsa prepared for the ball with her parents, she couldn't help but think of the boy who hid in that small space. Now that she mentioned it, he never told her his name. Hopefully she'd be able to see him there. From the way he knew the place, she assumed that he was one of the princes. Now as to find out which one. Ah well, she'd save it for tonight.

She wore a light baby blue dress that ended at her knees in an embroidered white lace. Her collar was also a white lace and the transparent short sleeve she wore under was a shade of cotton white and pale azure. This was the dress that she prepared for tonight. Wearing the same simple black shoes and white knee socks, she paraded out into the hall with her parents.

The location of the ball was truly a unique place, for the dance floor was a giant balcony just at the shore of the lake it overlooked. Many people were already inside chatting amongst themselves. Lamps were lit everywhere and even rowboats with lanterns helped set a romantic and festive atmosphere. Some couples rode upon them, with a servant who rowed the boats for them. Candles scattered across the lake, and the whole place was simply magnificent. "Oh it's so lovely," the queen claimed. "I wonder how such a beautiful area was found so close."

Elsa never thought that the Southern Isles held this kind of setting, with a forestry air to it. To her it sounded more like a tropical area, with islands everywhere and coconut trees growing in random places. The more she thought about it, the more it seemed like her own home, just a little less brilliant, of course.

Stoned steps lead to the ballroom/balcony and Elsa skipped on the different steps until she made it to the entrance, and boy, the smell hit her. So lavish, it made her mouth waver. "Mmmm... chocolate!" But before she could march on in, her parents held her back. "Etiquette, Elsa." they reminded her politely. She realized this and held herself back.

"The king and queen of Arendalle, and their lovely daughter Princess Elsa of Arendalle." a servant announced. Scanning the crowd, for her friend, she saw no sign of him anywhere and her face fell. So she went to the dinner table and grabbed a plate full of chocolates and other sweets. Sighing, she popped one in her mouth. The sweetness of milk chocolate seemed to lighten her mood a little better. But only a little.

"Psst, Elsa." She looked around the dance floor but saw no one looking for her. She shrugged and continued to eat. "Pasty!" came the harsh whisper again. The girl frowned and looked down. Curious, she lifted the table cloth and saw him. The boy who she helped stared up at her from underneath and she smiled. He was now freshly dressed, in a blonde shirt and white jacket with golden laces. His trousers were navy blue and he wore black shoes that suited him quite well. His hair was combed back and styled nicely, showing off his jade green eyes. At least they weren't as lifeless as before. "What are you doing in there, friend?"

"It's Hans."

She looked at him in confusion. He sighed.

"I never told you my name. Well, now you know it. Calling me 'friend' like that makes me uncomfortable."

"Well, so is 'Pasty'. Anyway, what are you doing down there?"

Regardless, she crawled underneath the table too with her plate and popped another chocolate in her mouth. He also had a plate, but they were full of sandwiches. Taking one he bit into it, then sighed with satisfaction. "I'm hiding. My brothers always get me into trouble. But it's incredibly hard to lie low since there's twelve of them. So I just either play nice or hide." Elsa pondered at this. "Why would you want to hide?" He frowned. "Because it's the only thing I can do right now."

The two kids listened softly to the music around them, a quick ballad, and she peeked from underneath the table. The sounds around them were festive and Elsa smiled at this. They were both on their stomachs, their heads on their arms as they looked towards the couples dancing. "Where are your brothers?" Elsa asked. But Hans kept a straight face.

Finally he pointed to a couple dancing gracefully on the dance floor. "That one is William. The oldest. He never has time to see me, or bothers to make any, pretending I'm invisible." Then he pointed to three other boys talking to a group of older ladies. "The one to the right is Adam. He's ten years older and for some reason thinks me being near him is annoying. The one standing too close to the lady with the grotesque frock is Edvard. I hate him – he always tries to make me miserable. And the one that's only three years older than me is Thomas. He's okay, I guess. We don't talk much to each other, but that's the nicest the meanie heads have been to me," Then he added with in a whisper, "Other than you, of course." Elsa looked at him and nudged his side. "What about the rest?" The boy then held up his fingers. "They're either in the dance floor or somewhere else that I don't know," He then pointed to two of his fingers.

"Isak and Markus are third and eighth in line – they also ignore me. Oh, and Isak is a scholar. My brother, Lennart, is a politician, so he thinks my presence is weightless compared to his work. Then there's Sigmund - He's the general of the Southern Isles army; he doesn't pretend I'm invisible but I think he tries his best to avoid me... Ruben doesn't really care about the throne, only ways to make me unhappy. Georg is very rude to me too, after I hit him by accident. Also, the twins, Aghi and Kasper. I also hate them 'cause they always find ways to get me into trouble and blame me for what they do. Then there's the king and queen, who don't pay much attention to me because I'm last in line."

Elsa's frowned at this. Was he really that unloved?

"Why do you call them 'king and queen'? You shouldn't say that even if they don't pay much attention." she stated. But the boy simply shrugged.

"Well, at least you have me." she joked, trying to lighten the mood. He smiled a bit at this. Trying to change the subject she went looking around, now able spot his brothers. All of them seemed so nice at first glance. They each held very similar looks despite their different hair and eye colours. But Han's hair was a rich auburn, and she couldn't help but gaze at it. Almost the opposite from her titanium blonde braid.

"What are you looking at?"

"Nothing."

"You were looking at something."

"No I wasn't."

Elsa turned away from him and once again looked back at the dancers. She wished she could dance too, even if Hans' mean brothers were there. And for some reason, he seemed to notice this. He put his head to the side and looked up to Elsa. "Would... you like to dance..? With me?"

Then Hans suddenly froze before she could reply. There was barking in the background, and Elsa heard it too. Soon, two dogs came barrelling in and ran straight towards them. Elsa felt Hans push her aside from under the table and take the full blow of the large beasts. Looking back, Elsa saw that they were drooling all over him and eating his sandwiches. "Agh, ack, h-hey! Get off me! No! My sandwich!" he shouted. But they wouldn't stop and kept on barking. The music ceased and the food section of the ball was ruined. And everyone stared

– at Hans.

Elsa looked to the king and queen of the Southern Isles – they didn't do anything except stare as well, and quite angrily. The only noise in the room was the howling and barking of the dogs and – ever so softly, the faint laughter of – Elsa looked around – two boys just outside the ball room. "Aghi and Kasper," she breathed under her breath. "They really are meanies."

During the somewhat silence, Hans slowly burned redder and redder until his whole face was scarlet with embarrassment. The maids hurried over and some guards as well, cleaning up the mess and dragging the dogs out. Hans was left there, defenceless against the stares.

He's not the slightly rude boy from before anymore, Elsa thought. He's just being treated unfairly. She couldn't bear to see him like this any longer. Mustering up her courage against the stares, the girl went to him and took his hand, dragging him along behind her as she ran away. He didn't protest.

He could hear her parents call her from behind, but the girl ignored them. Before they knew it, she and Hans were sitting by themselves, in the far side of the small lake; the balcony/ballroom on the other side. No one came to look for them. Of course, no one ever looks for me. Unless they want something from me, he retorted. She threw a pebble into the lake and it sunk with a plop. "Why is everyone like that to you?" Elsa said angrily. The next rock she threw turned to an icicle and stabbed at the water. "Remind me not to get on your nerves." he laughed. Still, she looked at him with concern. "How can you not be upset?!" Hans shrugged. "I guess I'm just not." He lied. Looking sideways at her he saw that her eyebrows dropped into points and her mouth pursed when she was angry. "Why are you upset?"

"Just because."

It was silent and Elsa brought her knees even higher to her face. Bringing her hand out, she created snowflakes and wonders of ice art. Despite what just happened, Hans couldn't help but stare at them, like before. Her magic always seemed to make him feel calmer and forget about all the bad things in his life. Or maybe it was just her presence. She then brought her hand closer to his face and unleashed a small flurry. "Your hair is a mess." she simply stated before the cold wind blasted in his face, slicking his hair back. Putting his hand to his head, he felt that it was a little stiff with frost. Glancing back at Elsa, she simply shrugged and smiled. "It's the best I can do."

Hans shook his head, a small, unnoticeable smile creeping on his lips. "Thanks." Elsa added a snowflake clip to top off his hairstyle, showing off his jade eyes and pink tinge even more. "No problem."

He shook his head. "No," Pause. "Thanks, for being my friend." There was another pause, and after a few beats Elsa replied, "You're welcome."

After that the two kids talked and talked the rest of the night, about nothing in particular. Elsa would mention her powers here and there, about how she was born with it. But most of the time it was her sister that occupied her thoughts. How amazing 'Anna' was and how she could tell Anna was going to be a happy person from the way the baby always smiled. Most of the time Hans would just listen intently, just happy that someone was actually keeping up a conversation with him. Eventually he too, opened up just a bit. And next thing they knew, they were both laughing, their backs to the ground, watching the stars. The ball was once again filled with music again, almost forgetting what happened before.

He then told her what happened during his day. "... I owed my brothers a favour," Hans started off. "It was a long time ago – probably a year – when I told them that I would take care of their dogs on dad's birthday if they were to teach me how to get my plans achieved. I got tired of them bullying me and I wanted them to know it. But they really did teach me. I remember them saying, 'manipulation works magics.'" He could feel Elsa look to him but he kept his face straight, staring at the stars. They were so mysterious, like Elsa's magic. The boy was thankful that she didn't say anything even though he could feel her gaze on him.

"Anyway, earlier, I really did fall. Off the tree, that is. They didn't beat me up. I got scared, and climbed up because their dogs were chasing me. The dogs that I was suppose to take care of. When they finally went away with their beasts, I was left alone – on the tree. And I got hurt trying to get down." Elsa frowned and bit her lip. "That's awful, Hans. If only I knew. But now I won't let that happen so long as I'm here, right?"

"Yeah, I guess so." the boy murmured. They were still again, but this time a peaceful blanket came over them. Only the music from afar could be heard.

He then looked to her and she stared back. "Elsa,"

She smiled. "Yes?"

His heart beat and his face flushed slightly red. "U-uhm... What was I gonna say again..? O-oh yeah – uh, Elsa?"

"Yes?" He was glad she was patient. This made him a little more calm. "I think I'm happy when I'm with you. You don't make me feel sad. Elsa, do I love you?"

But she quickly replied with a small but mature glimmer. "Hans, I think you mean friendship? Surely people don't just fall in love in the first day they meet. At least, that's what Ms. Eveline told me. Besides, mama told me not to allow courting until I'm at least twenty." Hans pondered at this. Maybe she was right. She was his first actual friend after all. He continued, "Yeah, I guess friends are suppose to make each other happy. But I really think I love you. My heart pounds and you help me forget 'bout those around me." At this, he stared at her light sapphire eyes, as beauteous as her magic. To him she didn't seem that pale anymore, but more like a soft light against the twilight.

"Hans."

He flushed red. "Y-yeah?"

"You're only seven."

His face fell. "Yeah.."

"And we just met this morning."

He felt like a small icicle hit his back. "Yeah. You're right. We're just friends, Pasty."

Elsa pouted and hit him. "I thought you got rid of that nickname!" They both laughed, Hans a little more than Elsa because of her slight anger.

"Hey, Elsa." he said after they finished laughing.

"Mm?"

"Will you continue being my friend?"

They both beamed. "Of course."

The next day the two said goodbye to each other and Hans had to be left alone again, with his brothers. As soon as Elsa left, he was smothered with today's torture. The good thing was at least Elsa's family's visits didn't stop. Even though they would only visit when it was the king or queen's birthday, he was still happy that she would still be there. The boy always looked forward to her twice-a-year vacations to the Southern Isles. He even met Anna quite a few times, but she would always just shy away and hide behind her sister. Apparently she didn't enjoy being there despite her jolly personality, and the little girl eventually stopped visiting. Though Hans was a bit saddened, he was also glad he could spend more time with Elsa. However, because of these visits, his brothers bothered him more so than before.

The two of them would always hang out at the lake near the balcony/ballroom doing random activities, playing on rowboats and fooling around in the balcony during the summer, and skating, making snowmen and other winter fun when it got cold and snowy. Elsa didn't use her magic around him as much anymore because they both knew his brothers would watch them, a little too close for comfort sometimes. And it wasn't just the twins, but also a few other brothers who didn't have anything better to do and just wanted to make their days. Always would they try to find a way to ruin their childhood fun. Luckily they were able to also hang out in his secret hideout whenever his brothers became a bit much. Even on the days when they didn't see each other, they always made sure to send each other mail daily. It would always come late, but what mattered was that they kept in touch.

Then one day, after four years of friendship, she stopped visiting and writing altogether.

He became saddened again. His brothers taunted him with possible reasons why she never communicated back, despite his efforts through mail. One time Hans even tried taking a week long cruise to Arendalle; not that his family cared, but was immediately rejected by the closed gates and guards and forced to go back home. All that sailing only to be sent back.

During one of the days Hans did nothing and sat on a bench in the courtyard, his twin brothers approached him. "Aww, baby brother is upset. What ever shall we do, Aghi?" Aghi put a finger to his lip, then lit up in an exaggerated way. "Oh I know, Kasper," Then to Hans. "How about we help you?" Hans scowled at them and turned away. "Go away."

Kasper leered. "Oh that's not nice, we were about to teach you-"

"-how to 'make your plans work'." Aghi finished off his sentence.

He looked back at them when they said this. They continued, "She was nice to you. But now she threw you away."

Kasper sneered, "Ohh why, brother, why?"

The other twin put his hands across the other's shoulders. "Do you want to know?"

"No." Hans stated sternly.

But his brother continued, "Well that's because you were too easy and pitiful. That girl grew bored of you. You're too easy to read. You were used. You were never liked."

Hans' eyes widened with shock. That's not true. Or is it? No, they're just taunting me again. But what if..? What if... No.. No one was ever nice to him. Why would they ever start now? His eyes were cast downward, tears beginning to form, but Aghi lifted his chin so that he stared straight at their emerald-like eyes. They looked so much like him, except with their hair smoothed back. The only way to tell their difference was that one had more freckles than the other. Then they said it in unison, every so slowly, like poison dripping. "Oh Hans, if only there was someone out there who loved you."

He was frozen, his mouth hanging slightly open with shocked. Deep, deep inside, in the back of his heart, Hans knew that fact. But he didn't expect any of his family members to say it like that – so straightforward. Still, they didn't stop there. And every word they uttered afterwards felt like a stab to him. "Do you wish to grow stronger? To 'make your plans work'? Freeze your heart, baby brother. Don't let it show, ever. Don't let them see, don't let them know. Let no one in. Only a frozen heart will help you now." They extended their hands. He accepted with a dark shadow cast upon his face.

See how I made a few references to the movie? If you found them all, good job. Also, this was when Hans was a kid, so he was easily influenced by his many brothers, especially the twins who were masters of manipulation. I wanted to ease into how his personality began to develop. Anyway, sorry if the prologue was a little bit long, I got too into it. Nonetheless, please leave reviews, favourites, and/or follows). Thank you all so so much for reading! Stay tuned for chapter 1.