"The only frozen heart around here is your's." She replied coldly.
The ginger haired royal was back on his way to the Southern Isles. Elsa was alive,Anna was with Kristoff, the people had gotten their royals back,everyone was happy. Except him...
He didn't get to the throne, he didn't get his own kingdom. He wasn't happy at all. Hans was laying on the cold,hard floor of the brig. His sloppy posture wasn't very prince-like at all. But now wasn't the time to care what position your back or arms are in. Especially after what had happened a few hours ago. His cheek stung painfully. Slowly growing red and swelling. Might as well consider it broken. Focusing on something else than his injury, the brig was taking longer to arrive and dock than he expected. When he was coming it didn't seem to take this long; However he wasn't coming to Arendelle in chains and shackles,and possibly a death sentence on his head- so maybe that had something to do with the seemingly longer amount of time.
Hans huffed. His visible breath floating in the air. Obviously it was cold,freezing even. You'd think after being thrown in an icy lake, fished out, chained,and thrown roughly into a cell. They would have the politeness to thaw the ice before throwing a prisoner inside. But no. They showed no pity towards the young prince. Arendelle's law enforcers were as cold as the ice they had in stock, as the mountains that border their island, and even their queen. Whom is also not worthy of being queen or a leader for that matter. She couldn't control her powers until her sister, that ice-man, and that ditsy talking snowman had talked some sense into her. Honestly he thought he could've gotten frostbite or Hypothermia by now.
Hans squirmed and shifted upright. His cell had shelves,bunks, and that was just about it unfortunately.
"You'd think they would be civil enough to store blankets around here..." He thought. The more he ranted mentally , the more he fought the urge to bite the inside of his cheek. It sometimes proved to be a stressed reliever; and he had so much stress that needed to be relieved.
Now enough thinking about Arendelle. It was time to focus on what he'd say to his brothers. They would all be angry, a few disappointed. Though what would his parents say? Would they sentence him? Give their youngest son a trial perhaps? Uhg!
Hans fell back on the concrete floor. It was useless thinking about what to say or do once the ship docks into The Southern Isles. He had overheard one of the french dignitaries that had attended the coronation who seemed to be talking to the captain at the moment about what was going to happen once they reached their destination.
French Dignitary and Captain's conversation:
" Will we have anyone bring him to the castle? Or will we need to escort him there with some of our men?" A tall man wearing solid blue, leathered boots and a jumble of papers in hand had asked
"Yes captain, we had been recently informed that there would be people to bring him to the castle. Though they had said they might take him straight to a cell. Depends on what happened and what news they receive I suppose." A man with a french accent replied. He too had many documents in his hand and upon replying he was also shuffling through them.
" Aha" The captain nodded, " I'll make sure to tell the guards that, it'll give them some ease knowing they'll be back in Arendelle soon. Most of them have families who are probably enjoying the Queen's gifts right now."
The men both smiled and shook hands, returning to their quarters afterwards.
Hans managed to get up from the floor and take a seat on the bed. He sighed and buried his gloved hands in his face. Maybe he should've thought his plan out a little more. Maybe, if he didn't reveal Anna his true intentions so soon, he might still have a chance. Now all his well-thought ideas put into that elaborate scheme left him clueless. He didn't want to be escorted to the castle. He didn't want to, "face the music" as some would say.
For the first time in forever, the cunning prince was insensible on what he was going to face.
The arrival at the docks were okay, to say at the least. Once the vessel had pulled into the harbor. Hans had went tumbling out from his bed. Thanks to the ship's abrupt lurch as it neared the port. In Han's opinion, the Southern Isles was much nicer than Arendelle.
Like the name suggested, it was indeed in a southern direction. It was full of lush, colorful vegetation. Flowers,trees,plants of all sorts. Even the grass was at its peak- by that,referring to how vivid its green shade was. It also had many mountains and hills. From afar it was a lovely sight, it was also beautiful within its boundaries.
A guard cladded in dark green tapped the jail cell. " Alright Prince, wake up! We have arrived."
Hans growled angrily, gritting his teeth as he picked himself up from the hard floor. " I was not asleep. Infact I had practically flew out of my bed due to your vessels lack of warning upon the arrival. I suggest you fix that."
The guard rolled his brown eyes, " Yes your highness, I'll make sure to tell the captain about your tip."
The guard locked the brig as Hans stepped out of it, yet still keeping a firm hand on his cuffs. He then ushered the young prince towards the docks.
Hans breathed in slightly, nervousness creeped at the back of his mind. He still was a bit antsy about greeting his family.
Just then, a man stepped in between them. His attire was quite nice. Consisting of a silky red tie, leather vest, and a beige sweater with its collar folded. He was the french dignitary Hans had seen earlier. Though he was surprisingly younger than when Hans had glanced at his face, and his hair was a tad bit lighter; possibly due to the sun's light. He still had the bundle of papers in his hands, which were fluttering in a passing breeze. " Hello,making your way to the docks I suppose?" he asked, a french accent coating his voice.
The guard besides Hans nodded, " Yes sir."
The french dignitary smiled, " Good, I'll be accompanying you two aswell. I must hand these documents to the guards who will be taking him to the palace."
The Southern Isles hadn't changed from the last time Hans saw it, which wasn't very long ago. The same groups of fisherman, the same dirt roads. The same horses that were always being taken out of stables to haul some supply that was needed elsewhere. The same fir trees that were bordering the woodlands. Some growing even taller. The same hot sun that made Hans wipe sweat from his face. Though logically speaking the sun is the same everywhere. Nevertheless nothing seemed too different, maybe his subjects won't notice him in chains. Maybe if he's lucky he'll ride in a carriage where he can bury his face in his hands. No such luck seemed to occur.
The french dignitary had gone over to a guard; handing him the papers. The guard that was with Hans had handed his cuffs and shackles to another group of guards. And so the journey to the castle began. Onlookers had been confused as to seeing their youngest prince in chains and cuffs. They all returned to their work eventually, but the ginger haired prince could still feel the stares at the back of his head. As if they were burning holes just by watching him. He had many urges to give almost all of them the evil eye or scream at them to mind their own business,but that wouldn't help his case. The dignitary and Arendelle guard had walked back to their ship shortly after putting the prince in the care of the Southern Isles guards.
"Prince Hans! Keep up the pace! No lollygagging,we haven't got all day to get you back at the castle." A guard barked at Hans, his eyes in a death glare. " I hear the court may start a trial or something later in the day, so I want to get there as fast as possible."
Before Hans could shout at the guard for such rudeness at a royal presence another guard spoke up.
"Gregory,I doubt they'd have a trial, we haven't been informed one. But they may hold the meeting tonight or tomorrow."
The guard whose supposedly was named Gregory,nodded his head. " Which meeting may they hold tonight?"
"The one with the french dignitaries, and... the,um, it's on the tip of my tongue.", the guard replied. " Oh! The french dignitaries and the Spaniards I believe."
Hans glanced up towards the sky as the guards chatted off. They weren't supposed to be talking about meetings and trials while they were in earshot of prisoners. But maybe since they were in earshot of a prince, maybe that was overruled.
An eagle flew overhead, it's golden tail flicked outwards as it dived deeper in the blue sky. Zooming in and out of puffy clouds,and around the trunks of various trees. It was marvelous. A true beauty of nature.
"Wouldn't it be nice to fly away from my problems." Hans sighed to himself. Keeping it at a very low volume so the guards wouldn't hear. The thirteenth prince racked his head for things he could say to his brothers. Or to whomever was there waiting for him. Some things he could say were: "Greetings dear brother, long time no see? How have you been?". Afterwards Hans could just squeeze in the part about nearly killing the neighboring island's rulers.
Moving on to another topic, Hans forced himself to think about something other than...what happened. He wondered if Sitron, his noble horse, would be at his castle's stables. The animal had obviously had to board another ship. He just hoped his horse was alright. After all Sitron was Hans's only friend...as much as he hates to admit it. But then again, some of his brothers were...tolerable and likable. Right?...
Hello everybody I hope you enjoyed the story so far, if you find a spelling mistake please feel free to tell me. Please favorite and follow, but mostly review. This story is one I'd be continuing for a long time I can guarantee you that. Tell me if you want Elsa and Anna and co to show up in the story, but please remember this is mostly a Hans Fanfiction. There will be a surprise later in the story ;) And also, what do you think Hans's brothers should do or say once they see him? I have an idea but I'd love to hear your's! Welp, bye for now! Peace out my rainbowtrouts! ~ 3
