He went arround the castle without any direction, hoping that it might somehow trigger his memories. But as he walked arround, none of the halls, the gardens or any of the chambers were considered familiar enough for him to call this castle his home.

"Goodday"

"Goodday to you" answered Hans absentmindedly, only to realize he wasn't answering in the same tongue as the handmaiden. "Excuse me. Goodday to you as well" repeated Hans once more in norwegian. Did he just.. speak Danish? Which meant he was not from Arendelle! Hans grinned at the new piece of his past, only for his smile to dwindle. Denmark was huge - his family could be anywhere, HE could be anything. A captain or a smuggler or... The prince groaned and rubbed his throbbing forehead to ease the pain. As he slowly massaged with slow movements, the prince absentmindedly watched the guards practice below. ha. Practice. More like amateurs, noted the prince as he watched them spar with each other. One of the guards was unbalanced on his feet. Jup, thought the prince with an eyeroll as the guard got floored by his comrade. Typical.
... Typical?
Slowly Hans walked arround the upper bridge without breaking eye contact with the guards below. As he watched on, the prince couldn't help but automatically search for the men's flaws and strengths. What did this mean to him? Was he a soldier like them? a mercenary? A robber? His feet went on their own as he descended from the bridge to find the armory storage. Slowly the prince took out a newly polished sword and felt its familiar weight in his hand. It was light and well-balanced, mused the prince. Well-polished too, noted the man as he inspected the reflection of the blade. Could he-? Hans tried a few movements - left parry, right parry, riposte, flick. The words and techniques came and went on instinct. Yes, he could handle a sword, knew the prince as he lowered the weapon.

"Be careful-"

Hans spun arround and held his sword at the throat of a young lad, arround 15 summers or so. "-You might hurt yourself" brought the young lad out as he held his hands up to show he meant no harm.

"Forgive me, I didn't hear you come in." spoke Hans as he withdrew the sword and put it back into its original place.

"Thank you." grinned the boy. "I'm quite keen on keeping it that way."

"Why's that?"

"Well, I-"

"Agnarr!" called a third voice out, disrupting the conversation. "Oh Agnarr, come out come out where-ever you are!" Two, no three boys came in, arround 17 summers in age and twice the muscle as Agnarr. "Found a new pleb to hide your skirts behind?" grinned the tallest, clearly the leader of the group. "Move, pretty boy." bit the boy now with a sneer to Hans. "Or we'll give you the same treatment as him."

"He sure must be quite terrifying in combat indeed" noted the prince as he glanced to the nervous boy next to him. "For three grown men to take him down."

"Do you have any idea to whom you speak, filthy pleb? My father is the head councillor and can have your head the minute he opens his mouth to the queen!"

Hans paused and the boys smirked at their trump card. "You're right." admitted Hans and the lad next to him became white as a ghost. "But then again, the head councillor can't know what his son and friends can't tell him." went the prince on as he retook the sword he had in his hand earlier. A grin came on his face as he uttered those words, followed by a surge of adrenaline as the men in front drew their swords as well. Not only the sword but the words felt especially so right, so true to what he was, he could barely contain his excitement. He had done this before, realized the prince. He had threatened people, he had held their lives in his hand... which meant he had beaten them.

"The new recruits should not practice with real swords, they could severely hurt themselves and are a risk for the safety of-" Elsa paused mid-sentence in her discussion with the captain of the guards when she noticed a familiar red mob of hair in the midst of blonde ones. What was-
"Your majesty, forgive me. Allow me to put these disobedient recruits into place-" spoke the captain appalled by the pestering displayed in front of them.
"Not yet, captain." dismissed the queen with a wave of her hand as she kept her eyes upon the prince. He was.. good. He wasn't attacking but evading them like a dancer, using their majority against each other. The queen went into a trance as she saw the prince move with brutal efficiency only for her breath to stop when she saw the prince hold the last and third one standing at swordpoint.

"Stop this!"

Hans blinked only now realizing the full situation he was in. Or rather, his opponent was in. He had his sword pressed against his throat, just deep enough to draw blood, but just not enough to cut his artery. If he pressed just a little bit more, he would bleed to death. Hans'sword trembled at the uncaring thought that had come to mind and the earlier euphoria about puzzling his past together, now turned to disgust and fear for himself. He... had killed. Not out of self-defense, but because he wanted to. Because he thought it was right, HIS right.

"Stop this madness in the name of your queen!"The booming sound of the captain made the prince startle completely out of his mind and he lost strength to hold his sword.

"Hans..." Slowly the queen went to approach the prince, who looked on the verge of collapsing or panicking.

"Don't... don't come any closer." brought Hans out, feeling dizzy and utterly sick of himself and what he had almost done. "Just... please don't..."