You all know the story of Queen Elsa and Princess Anna of Arendale. Well this is what happened after the happily ever after, but to understand that you will need to know about me and what role I play in this story. My name is Prince Hans and this is my story. Okay where to start? I think we need to start at the very beginning and for that we need to back to when I was 5.
20 years earlier...
Young Hans POV:
"Mum! Mum! Mummy". I shouted at the top of my lungs. I could hear three of my brother laughter heading into the distance until all I could hear was my mother footsteps running towards the front door of the castle where I was hanging half off the suit of armour next to it. She ran and sat down next to me and scooped me up in her arms and carried me to see the royal doctor. After that I passed out.
The Queen's point of view:
"Doctor will he be okay?" I did not take my eyes of my injured son lying in his bed under mountains of covers. The doctor finally looked up from my son and said "He should be fine he has sustained many cuts and bruises." I let out a little gasp "how this of could happened?" I asked. The doctor rubbed his forehead " the Prince has come to see me many times with injures similar to this but not to the extent" I gave him a puzzled look "has he ever told you how he got in such bad shape?" The doctor replied "once or twice when I threatened to go and tell you your majesty" before I could ask the doctor continued " he told me that is was his brothers your majesty but never the same ones it looks like they take it in turns to have a go" I sat at the end of the bed and shook my head I could do nothing but wipe a tear from my eyes. Once I had pulled myself together I asked the doctor one more question before he left to carry on his duties. "Doctor tell me the truth will my son be ok?" The doctor stood up and walked to the door "yes your majesty let him rest for the rest of today and then bed rest for 24 hours then he should be right a rain within a week. I will come replace his bandages tomorrow, if he gets worse call for me immediately" I walked to the door with the doctor and thanked him for his help.
Young Hans POV:
I could feel the warm sunlight leave my face as I began to stir from my wonderful sleep. I tried to roll over but I had forgotten what happened to me so as I laid on my side I let out a painful yelp. This had startled someone in the corner. I could not see who it was till they came into what was the last of the sunlight. It was my mother. She ran over to me and held me in a tight embrace. "Oh Hans my baby boy are you okay?" I looked up at her she had tears in her eyes. "Yes Mother" I replied with a lump in my throat. "Who did this to you?" my mother asked me before I answered I laid back down to rest my head against the soft pillows. "It was Andrew, Grant and William. I heard my mother let a small gasp before she got up and reached out for the matches to light the candle on the bedside table and the ones above my bed. "Mum how long have I been asleep?" I asked "about 9 hours give or take" before I could speak she continued "Hans dear please excuse me there is some business I need to attend to I will have someone bring you up some dinner" I nodded to her as she left. As my mother dropped out of view I felt my eyes drop before I knew it I was asleep.