A/N Welcome to my new story.

This idea came to me so I decided to write it down and see what people think.

Although it will be set in the world of Frozen, it will be slightly AU. However most characters will be included.

Some parts of this first chapter will probably not make much sense just yet, however things will be explained later on.

WARNING: This fic will contain profanity and violence throughout, although nothing particularly graphic.

Prologue.

His hand trailed down her side, stroking warm, soft flesh. "Oh my Queen. I never would have realized that this was all I had to do to reveal your true sentiments."

Wracked with fear, Idun attempted to push her assailant away. "W-What do you think you are doing? D-Don't touch me!"

Loosing his composure, Prince Hakkon gripped her hair, pulling harshly. "Are you afraid, Your Majesty? You should be!"

The young woman sucked in a breath, her heart hammering loudly in her chest. At first, when her brother-in-law had cornered her in the hallway and kissed her harshly, she had assumed it was just another one of his drunken errors. He had made a few disgusting and flirtatious comments toward her on previous occasions, but she had never once took them seriously. She would immediately reject his advances and he would merely stagger off with his tail between his legs.

However, on this occasion he hadn't been drunk and almost instantly she had begun to recognize his sinister intentions. Although she had fought desperately to resist, with his sheer size and strength, he had easily overpowered her. Twisting her arm painfully behind her back, he had then proceeded to drag her violently towards her bedchambers. Once inside, the enraged Prince began his assault, yet Idun wasn't prepared to go down without a fight.

"I'm not afraid of you," the young Queen snarled defiantly. She was shaking like a leaf, but she did her best to try and hide it.

Hakkon gripped her arm harshly. "Is that so?"

"Do you not realize what you are doing? My husband will have your head on a silver platter for this."

The wayward Prince chuckled, "Who do you think he's going to believe? Me, his own flesh and blood, or his little whore of a wife."

"How dare you!" Idun fumed. She raised her hand to strike him, but he quickly countered her attack. With increased speed, he shoved his victim up against the wall, holding her in a painful vice-like grip, whilst his free hand tore the fabric of her dress.

"Please Hakkon, Stop!"

Struggling to free herself futilely earned her a cruel laugh from the deranged Prince. He answered silkily whilst caressing her small, pert breasts, "But Idun. Why would you want to stop now, especially when we're having so much fun?"

Idun continued to struggle against the clutches of her evil brother-in-law. "No, I don't want this. I don't want you!"

The young Prince slapped her face hard. "Don't say that. I'm just as capable of giving you everything you desire. I can be just like my brother."

Tears sprang to the Queen's eyes as she soothed her stinging cheek. "You are nothing like my husband. Agdar is nothing but gentle, kind and loving. You're just a monster."

Fueled by rage, the Prince tossed the young brunette to the floor, before climbing on top of her and using his weight to pin her down. "You should have been mine. Now...you will be."

Idun fought desperately, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Hakkon...NO!"

Eight years later.

The prisoner didn't even bother to look up when he heard the footsteps approaching his small, dank and dark cell. His brother's visits were becoming more and more of a nuisance.

"Thought I'd find you here," Agdar announced mockingly. The King observed the disheveled, unkempt appearance of his brother, whilst carefully scrutinizing his haggered expression.

Hakkon reclined his head back against the stone wall. "What the hell do you want? After all, hasn't the mighty King of Arendelle got better things to do with his time? Like taking care of his precious Kingdom."

"Actually, I just came down here to ensure you're still as uncomfortable as I can possibly make you. I want nothing more then for you to suffer for your wicked crimes, brother."

"If by crimes, you're talking about the poison I tried to slip you. Then I'm only sorry that I failed," Hakkon spat coldly. "Besides, I would think stripping me of my title, and leaving me to rot in this cess-pit for the past eight years has been torture enough."

Angrily, Agdar clasped the bars, before responding through gritted teeth. "Believe me, it will never be enough. But I wasn't talking about the attempt on my life. I was talking about another certain heinous and merciless act you carried out. You are damn lucky that the bond of blood connects us, brother. Or I would not have hesitated to have had you executed on the spot."

There was a chorus of laughter. "Executed? Henious and merciless act? Oh dear brother, are you still upset about that so called unfortunate incident with Idun? If it is, then when are you going to get it through that thick skull of yours that it was your wife who chose to seduce me. I mean, there I was just trying to be a good brother-in-law by helping her take care of her royal duties in your absence, when the next minute she's whoring herself out by inviting me into the royal chambers."

"She would never!" Agdar interjected.

"Perhaps you didn't know know her as well as you thought you did. Although come to think about it, I suppose it was bound to happen sooner or later. I always did reign supreme in the looks department. It was finally about time she saw the light and decided to fuck a real man...a man who is capable of actually running a Kingdom. Not some undeserving, arrogant bastard such as yourself!"

"Why you...!" Agdar had to bite his tongue to restrain himself from screaming a string of expletives at his younger brother.

"Tsk, tsk, You really should learn to watch that mouth of yours," Hakkon chided. "We can't have Arendelle's precious ruler using such foul language now, can we? Whatever would his loyal subjects think about that?" The ex-Prince then feigned a yawn. "Now are we done? I'm finding myself becoming quite tired. After all, it's rather exhausting sitting here twiddling my thumbs whilst staring at four walls."

"Yes we're done. I'll arrange for the guards to bring you your next meal."

As Adgar turned to leave, Hakkon called after him. "No rush. The food tastes like pig shit anyway."

Once his brother's footfalls had echoed off down the hall, Hakkon screamed loudly. "I need to get the fuck out of here!"

"Your Highness!" A strange, unfamiliar voice hissed through the bars.

"What the hell do you want now, Agdar? Can't you fucking leave me be?" The ex-Prince slurred, still barely conscious.

The stranger stepped closer. "I can assure you, I'm not your brother."

Hakkon slowly opened his eyes and glanced in the direction of the voice. Suddenly, he bolted upright. "How did you get in here? Did my brother send you? What were you going to do... murder me in my sleep?"

The short statured man spoke softly. "Please, how is that even possible when you're in there and I'm out here? It's not even like I have a key. Now, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Archibald Weselton and I have a strong belief that we maybe able to help each other."

The ex-Prince sighed. "Well unless you're able to miraculously teleport me out of here, then I seriously doubt it. Who exactly are you again? What kind of business do you have here in Arendelle?"

"Perhaps I should explain myself further. I was once a close friend of your brothers, until without warning he broke off our trade agreement by claiming it was no longer profitable. We are only a small country and relied heavily on the trading of goods. Since that day, my people have been suffering terribly. I came here to speak with, His Majesty, implore him to reconsider, but he has made it quite clear that he isn't interested in our plight."

"Isn't that just despicable? Although nothing surprises me where my brother is concerned. But what can I do to help? In case you haven't noticed, that bastard is the King, and it doesn't look like I'm not getting out of here anytime soon."

"But if you...happened to get out of there? What would you do?"

Hakkon clenched his fists. "First I'd take a sword and cut off my brothers head and mount it on a stick for the entire Kingdom to see. Then I'd take his pretty wife and desecrate her whenever I choose. Then lastly, I'd enslave everyone in the Kingdom."

Raising an eyebrow, Weselton took a step back and began pacing the area outside. "Oh such violence, Your Highness. Well, I suppose I have to agree that's a rather fitting punishment for, His Majesty. And as for the Queen. She's ripe enough to produce a few heirs for you. But you do seem to be forgetting about the Princesses."

There was a momentary silence, until Hakkon questioned him further. "Princesses? There are princesses?"

"Didn't you know? The King and Queen have two young daughters. Princess Elsa and Princess Anna. As firstborn, Elsa is next in line to inherit the throne. I met her briefly not too long ago, actually. A very smart and intelligent little girl. And it appears she is already being groomed for her role as future Queen. If allowed to live, there is no doubt she would be a threat to your reign. If you are to successfully usurp this Kingdom then every threat must be eliminated and that would include any future heirs."

Hakkon was unable to wipe the grin off his face. "Oh I think I can handle my brother, his whore of a wife and their two pesky brats."

Weselton smiled gleefully. "Good, good. I guess everything is in order then."

Although overthrowing the Kingdom seemed very tempting, Hakkon still remained somewhat suspicious. "Can I just ask one thing? What exactly is in this for you? Power?...glory?"

Weselton quickly wavered his concerns. "Power? Glory? No my boy. None of that interests me. I am a peaceful man. Let's just say, I'm more interested in unlocking the riches this Kingdom has to offer...then declaring war. As long as my people are well taken care of and... I have access to the royal treasury, you can cause as much chaos and bloodshed as that little heart of yours desires. You see, I prefer to keep my hands clean. So with that said. Do we have a deal?"

The Prince smiled mischievously. Finally, this Kingdom will be all mine. "Yes, we have a deal. Now get me the hell out of here, pronto!"

The hour was late. Agdar was in his study just finishing up some paperwork when there came an urgent knock at the door.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"

The King recognized the voice immediately. It belonged to Kai, head royal advisor and his faithful and most trusted friend. As soon as Agdar answered the door, the red faced, stocky built man burst through.

"Kai, whatever is the matter?" The King urged.

"I hate to be the bearer of bad news..." he started breathlessly. "But Captain Erickson has just informed me that the prisoner has escaped."

"WHAT?!" The King boomed, panic rising in his chest. "WHEN?!"

"Not more then one hour ago. The guards were doing their hourly patrols and they found Hakkon's cell empty."

"How did this happen?" Adgar questioned, his eyes now blazing.

Kai shook his head. "Early reports would indicate that he may have had inside help."

"Who would?...No matter, I will speak with the guards who were assigned to the dungeons and I will find out who aided in Hakkon's escape. You have Captain Erickson gather his men. I want them out scouting the immediate area. He couldn't have gotten far. I want updates reported back to me every thirty minutes. My brother is a very dangerous and unstable man. We need to find him!"

A/N More to come...