Arriving at Arendelle was the easy part, but charming the Queen would be much more difficult. He left his father's kingdom in a hurry when he heard of the coronation. He had no friends or supporters there; his brothers were always preferred over him. But this time, he'd show them. He would be the King of Arendelle.
"Your Highness, we have arrived," declared one of Hans' advisors.
Hans nodded, his eyes never leaving the castle. He had to keep his eyes on the prize. "Edward, what can you tell me about this Queen?"
"Queen Elsa, sir?"
Hans snorted. "Is there another Queen I should know about?"
Edward bowed his head, embarrassed. "My apologies, Your Highness. I wasn't thinking."
"Well?"
"There isn't much to tell, sir. Her people rarely see her and the gates to the castle have been closed ever since she was young. Her parents died a few years ago, but now that she's come of age, the throne is hers."
"No personal details, Edward?" asked Hans, leaning against the railing of the ship.
"Apologies, Your Highness." Another bow. "Queen Elsa seems to be shrouded in mystery."
"I see." Hans' face was set in a frown. "Fetch me a horse. I'll have to get some information from the locals then. There has to be someone who knows something about our dear Queen Elsa."
He waved a servant over and told him the Prince's instructions. "Are you quite keen on her, Your Highness? Without even knowing how she looks?" questioned Edward hesitantly.
Hans looked down at the black-haired advisor and narrowed his eyes. "Between you and me, Edward, there's something about Queen Elsa that's appealing." He smirked inwardly. That is her title.
Edward widened his eyes before realizing his place. He quickly bowed once more and stammered, "It is an honor, sir, that you trust me with such a matter."
The servant returned, waiting at the docks with his horse. "I shall go now. Keep everything in order while I'm at the coronation." Hans left the ship, ready to begin his mission.
