Chapter I - Let Me Start Over

The weighed down doors let out a loud deep screech as they always did when opened. He kept his eyes on the ground in front of him shamefully, fearful of what his brothers would think. The guards suddenly stopped, surprising Hans. His head jolted up realizing that he was now in the throne room. Hans eldest brother looked down on him the same way he did throughout their entire childhood. It was cold, demeaning, and if looks could give sounds, a scoff would escape his presence.

"Your majesty…–" The guard to the right of Hans started. The King's eyes quickly shifted to the guard, evaluating the situation.

"Ah, back so early, Hans? Not a surprise, you seem to 'chicken out' more often than not." King Duane's entire formation now let off an amused spirit. The guard to the right cleared his throat in a weak attempt to grab King Duane's attention. The King leaned back in the throne sighing. "I suppose I haven't heard a good story in a while. There's not enough mischief in this kingdom. Go on, now."

The guard shifted his shoulders, straightened his neck, and began a well practiced, detailed story of the eventful time in Arendelle.

The King giggled throughout the entire story, utterly amused. Queen Moya had a deep–set concern on her face, shocked at the malicious things she had just heard. Hans regained his composure after having to relive every last detail of that treacherous visit to Arendelle, he brought his gaze up to King Duane, expecting a response.

King Duane sat silent for a little while then abruptly got out of his throne approaching Hans. He stood uncomfortably close to Hans, all amusement washed out of him. "Ice… Power…?" Duane enunciated "power" with a twitch to his lip. His eyes filled with a strong mixture of powerful emotions. Hans struggled to keep composed and not let his eyes flee. He searched Duane's eyes and found jealousy, threats, desire, and whatever emotion that had the strength to crush a man's skull with a simple motion.

Hans cleared his throat meekly, preparing to speak his first (and quite possibly last) words to his brother, ever since Duane had taken the throne. "Yes, your majesty." Duane smiled somewhere in-between bright and devious and turned to Queen Moya, then back to Hans.

Duane leaned closely to his brother's ear and said "She. Is. Mine. Give me a detailed map of her castle by tomorrow morning." The words were uttered below a whisper but with the ferocity of a lion. King Duane cleared his throat louder than necessary and stepped back. "Prince Hans shall receive no punishment for his actions, I believe they were done with a… good heart." He paused to let out a smug smirk "You are dismissed." He turned abruptly and took a seat in his throne.


Hans stood tall as he walked to his room. It took all the strength he could muster up not to shake as his hand reached out to the door handle. It felt as though his entire body, mentally and physically, was trembling. The door handle turned and he fell against the door, rather ungracefully, pushing it open. After quickly shutting it behind him he slumped against the wall and breathed out a shaky breath. Calm down, Hans. He put his hands to his face and ran them through his auburn hair. It will all be alright. Nothing bad will happen. Duane is just naturally creepy, right? Right. He looked down at his shaking hands and ripped off his gloves in anger, throwing them across the room.

The windowsill that he sat in most of his childhood seemed an eternity away in this moment, while in reality, it was only a few paces. He longed after it feeling incapable of moving. Why did he do that? Why couldn't he move? A deep breath had been a remedy throughout his sorrowful life. yourself. Hans took a deep breath through the nose and let it out slowly.

Meanwhile, King Duane is rather excited. He is running across the long halls to the library. Duane pulls out every book he can find on anything related to what he needs. Orders are sent flying, his voice increasing after each one. Hurriedly, he flips through pages, skimming to find anything useful to feed his hunger for power. Finally, something to do.


"Elsaaaa!" Anna hollered as she ran through the halls looking for her sister. She ran quickly and she knew these places well. Looking through open doors and in corners, she searched the castle. "Ahh! I–found–you!" Anna breathed heavily from the running, forcing out words. Elsa looked up from her book and smiled at her sister. Anna was quite a handful, something she had forgotten from her long childhood. "You know… I probably should have figured to check here first." Elsa giggled. The library was lined, from the top of the 16 foot walls to the bottom, with books. Double sided bookcases filled the areas where the, elegantly placed, chairs and couches were not. There were tea sets on each coffee table, each intricate and beautiful in its own unique way.

"Would you like some tea?" Elsa gestured to the astounding tea pot on the side table next to her.

"Oh, I'm not much of a tea drinker. What are you reading?" Anna tried her best to calm down, she felt that her constant excited and cheery state conflicted with her sister's state. Giving her best, she sat down, trying to do so gracefully.

"It's called…" Elsa flipped her book to the cover "'Winter's Misery'. I'm not entirely sure you would understand if I tried explaining it. It's in a foreign language." Elsa tried her best to open up to her sister, but she felt like she was being dragged back into herself. It wasn't a bad feeling, she liked it, but her sister needed her. Her kingdom needed her.

"Oh wow! I didn't know you were bilingual! There's so much I don't know about you." Anna eyes gleamed as she rested her chin on her hand and looking at Elsa, amazed.

" Actually, I am mostly fluent in 3 foreign languages." Elsa hesitated, fiddling with her hands. "I know German, some Chinese, and Swedish."

"Oh. That's a lot. I tried learning Swedish once but, heh, I kept getting distracted. One thing led to another and before I knew it I was tap dancing in my Swedish time." They both shared a laugh, Anna had a tendency to get distracted a lot.

"Princess Anna, Mr. Bjorgman is here to see you." A petite servant stood in the doorway, hesitantly, hating to disturb the sisters working hard to fill in a rift.

"Oh! Great! Thanks Melania!" Anna waved cheerily to Melania and then turned her attention to Elsa. "Sorry! I totally forgot, me and Kristoff planned stuff for today."Anna stood up and hugged her sister and rushed out the door. Elsa smiled, she enjoyed having her sister with her. It can be like this all the time.


Author's Note: Hey, thank you for reading! Sorry, it wasn't till I re-read this several times that I realized it was sort of short and slow. The next chapters should be better. If you have anything to say, please review!