Author's note:

Every time I watch Frozen, I can't help but think that there is something a little off about Hans. He starts out as a quirky love interest for Anna, then he saves Elsa, then he's all of the sudden trying kill them both. So to satisfy my own curiosity, I'm rewriting Frozen from Hans's point of view. I hpe you enjoy.

I don't own Frozen or any of its characters.

Before

As soon as Hans heard that the Arendelle coast was in sight, he felt his heart soar. He still couldn't believe that he was there. It felt like a dream. The reclusive princesses of Arendelle were throwing a party for the new queen's coronation, and Hans of all people had been chosen as the Southern Isles representative. He had never been so happy that one of his brothers was getting married to a queen and his parents were in the middle of an important trade negotiation. If this hadn't been such a busy week in the Southern Isles, one of Han's older brothers surely would have been sent instead of him. After all, to his family, Hans was just an unwanted surprise and was incapable of doing anything properly.

But today was the day that he would prove everyone wrong. Hans was determined to not only meet the reclusive princesses, but to win them over. He knew that his family secretly hoped that he would be returning with an engagement to Queen Elsa. Arendelle was a old, powerful and strong nation with deep ties to many places, but unfortunately the Southern Isles wasn't one of those places. To marry Queen Elsa would be to prove his worth once and for all. No one would scoff at the the stupid youngest prince anymore.

Hans rushed out of his room, up the stairs and to the front on the boat. He could see the green shore of Arendelle. He could see the castle. Hans found himself slipping into a fantasy of living in that castle with a beautiful queen at his side.

Stop it, he scolded to himself. You haven't even laid eyes on the princesses yet, much less met them. It is too soon to plan your reign as King.

But it would be so nice if it happened…

Hans snapped out of it entirely when he realized how close they were to Arendelle. He had to go change and gather his stuff. He would be staying in an inn that night, attending the coronation the next day, then sailing out first thing the morning after that. As Hans hurried downstairs and started throwing his stuff into his bag, he found himself irritated at how little time he had to make the princesses of Arendelle like him. Really, he only got one night in the castle before the gates were closed again. This was impossible. Hans was going to go back home as useless and single as he was when he left. Maybe this is why Hans was sent instead of of of his more eligible brothers. Maybe his family knew it was pointless.

Hans trudged back upstairs, significantly less excited than before. There was no way that Queen Elsa would waste her big day on him. No one would waste their time on the their time on the thirteenth prince.

While the ship hands worked on docking the ship, Hans slung his bag over his shoulder and wandered down the dock to rent a horse. He had always like horses. He had no real reason why, he just got along with them. Maybe it was because his family ignored him, the servants didn't care about him and he had no friends, and he needed to have a relationship with someone.

The stable boy handed Hans the reins of a brown horse, and Hans handed him some money.

"Hello," Hans said to his horse before realizing that he was in the middle of a public place and talking to a horse.

Hans stepped into a stirrup and mounted the horse, determined to get to the inn early so that he at least might be able to sleep enough to prevent the dark circles from appearing under his eyes.

The inn was a quaint place. It might have been nice if it wasn't so crowded. Apparently Elsa's coronation was drawing quite a crowd.

Hans walked up to the desk where people checked in and placed his hand on it.

"Can I help you?" The man behind me the desk asked.

Hans was tempted to say, no, I just wanted to come over here for the fun of it, but he knew that sarcasm wouldn't be well received.

"Yes," Hans said. "I'm Prince Hans Westerguard of the Southern Isles and I need a room."

"Ah, the Southern Isles," the man behind the desk said as he reached for a room key. "You are a long way from home."

"Indeed, but we are here to show our support for the soon to be Queen Elsa," Hans said in a bored voice. He hated conversations that would lead to nowhere. What's the point of small talk if you get nothing for doing it?

"Yeah sure," the man muttered. "A young man like yourself is just here for moral support."

"Yes I am," Hans snapped as he snatched up the key. "Thank you for your time."

And without so much as another looked, Hans walked away. The man's comment annoyed Hans not because it was false to assume that Hans was after a woman that he had never even met, but because it was absolutely true. Hans was here to get a wife, just like every other signal prince, duke or lord in town. The thought made Hans cringe a little. He'd always been proud that he was different from all of the sleazy royals that he was surrounded by growing up. Hans had promised himself that he would never become like them. He would continue to care about people, no matter who they were. He would never give in to his mother's etiquette lessons. He would NOT be selfish like his family.

Without even realizing it, Hans had managed to get to his room. He opened the door and looked around. It was much smaller that Han's room back home, but it was luxurious compared to the cabin that he had on the ship from the Southern Isles. Everything was simple, but neat. Hans decided that he liked it. He set his bag down on the dresser and wandered over to the window. From where he was standing, he could see Arendelle's palace. Even from this far away, Hans could see people rushing around outside of the palace to set up for the festivities tomorrow. He could almost hear the music and smell to delicious food that would no doubt be sold. But on this ruined this lively picture. Towering over the busy towns people was the palace. It stood cold and silent with the gates sealed shut. Hans had heard that no one was allowed in the Arendelle palace, of course, but it was something very different to see in in person. Despite his families many shortcomings, Hans's family had never tried to isolate themselves. In fact, the was always new people visiting back home at the Southern Isles. Hans had to go to at least on party a week to meat the newest guests. These events hadn't always been fun. Actually, Hans hated them because it gave his brothers an open shoot at humiliating him. But being surrounded by strangers and guests was part of the royal life. How were you supposed to run a county if you didn't know what you people needed, or what your trade partners wanted? Did the princesses communicate solely through letters?

Just then, a horrible thought occurred to Hans. What if there was something wrong with the girls? Perhaps their parents had been trying to hide something. What if one of them was horribly deformed or talked with a terrible stutter? Could a king and queen shut down their entire kingdom, and keep it shut down even after their deaths out of humiliation?

Hans mentally scolded himself. He couldn't let himself think that way about people that he hadn't even met yet. He might not be the perfect picture of princely behavior, but he was no monster.

Besides, he really needed to get some sleep.