Hey guys. This is my first fic, so I hope you enjoy it. I loved the idea of Hans originally being Admiral Westerguard, which gave me the idea of my OC. I'm a huge nerd when it comes to ships and sailing, so I just thought "Why not?" This was set in the mid-1600's, just judging by several things I saw in Frozen (Clothing, ships in the movie, crossbows, architecture). I rated it M to give myself more creative liberties with the dialogue (these are sailors after all), but there probably won't be any smut. I have no clue how to write smut or even fluff (huzzah for being socially awkward!) Feel free to PM me with any suggestions for where the story should go! I also tend to get a little comma-happy so I'll try to keep that to a down-low. Thanks again and enjoy! – Coat-Rack96

A winter wind whipped through the riggings of two ships. The crews were locked in combat, battling for dear life. A young boy, no more than 15 years old and dressed in a midshipman's uniform, dashed around the deck of one ship, a longbow in his hand, dodging away from wicked sword slashes and hacks. An empty quiver rested on his right hip. The deck was strewn with gigantic splinters, eviscerated bodies, and cannon shot. Ice spiderwebbed out from his feet at each step he took, causing the already-slick deck to become even worse. He tripped over a dead sailor's corpse, his bow sliding through the mobs of fighting men. He glanced up only to see the feet of another sailor, a sword in his right hand dripping with blood. The boy scrambled back, only to see the sailor pursue him. His hand shot up, and a bolt of white-blue light flew out, and struck the sailor in the head. He toppled forward, landing next to the frightened boy. The boy gasped and crawled toward him, cradling the wounded sailor's head in his lap as tears began to stream down his face. The wind stopped howling and the snow froze in place. The commotion on both ships ceased as all heads turned to the weeping boy. All enemy sailors began dropping their weapons as they saw the ice crawling out from beneath him. The battle had been won, but the boy had lost. His tears froze as they fell onto the blank face of his twin brother.