Prince Hans lead the men carrying the unconscious Queen Elsa from the Ice Palace. It had been a beautiful building, but much of it had shattered in their fight before they had taken down the Snow Queen.
He gathered up the men, he had been given, and made sure that the injured were ready to transport and started the hike back to Arendelle.
He glanced at the snow monster it was still helpless. It had been a tough fight. Spears and arrows didn't bother it. He had found that it could be injured once he chopped off it's leg. That had been an insane, but desperate move that had actually worked.
He thanked his luck for that.
But the monster could reform if the pieces came together, which had made the battle exciting. But they had sufficient numbers to finally defeat the monster but chopping it into bits and spearing the bits to the ground so it couldn't come together again.
Prince Hans shivered a bit as those empty eyes followed him as he lead the assault force back down the mountain and past the pinned head of the monster, it growled at him. He didn't know how magic worked but it was bizarre to see a head talk and look at him without a body.
Then it saw Elsa slung between the men.
The head roared and the scattered pieces struggled but to no avail, as the prince lead his men and their captive down the North Mountain.
Finally, all Hans could hear were the piteous cries of, "Mrwama. Mrwama."