This is a disclaimer for every chapter of this story: DISNEY OWNS FROZEN. I only own this story.

The thing about anger is that when it gets started, it gets harder and harder to soothe it, to put it out. It sizzles and boils, creating a raging inferno in both mind and body.

This was how I felt.

Oscar, the oldest of my twelve older brothers, was sneering at me across the table again.

We sat in order, oldest next to Father and youngest next to Mother. Oscar was next to Father and I was next to mother. Mother and Father were on opposite ends of the table.

Oscar was twenty- six years old. He was only visiting, but as always, he retained his spot as the man of the house, after Father. After all, Oscar was the Crown Prince and heir to the throne. He'd inherit the Southern Isles, and the next oldest brother, Christopher, would stay here. He needn't marry into the throne. He already had significant power as the next heir, and once Oscar became King, he really would be the heir.

The remaining ten older brothers would marry into the throne, as would I. But I didn't want to be a mere Prince. I wanted to be King. I wanted to be powerful, respected, not treated with disdain and ignored as the youngest.

Oscar's wife, Roxanne, a pretty, elegant young lady with blond hair piled up on her head like a pudding, covered her mouth and laughed her tinkling laugh at something Mother had said. The two women both smiled. Mother had approved of Roxanne as soon as she met her. She felt she would make a good Queen someday, although she was brought up as a Duke's daughter.

Of course, all my luck had run out. All ten of the other brothers had found suitable matches in the Southern Isles, but of course, I was the only one left out. They all were planning to marry Duke's daughters, noble's daughters, duchesses, noble ladies, and the like. Well, I didn't think there were enough of them.

Besides, I didn't want to marry any of those women. I'd seen them. Tall, brassy women with those ridiculous creations atop their heads, or ugly women. I should be able to marry whoever I wanted. I should be able to marry someone I loved, or at least was pretty. But they did have to be noble or royal.

I looked at Hal, the brother who was closest to my age and thus, was sitting next to me. "Hal, could you pass me the potatoes?" They were only just out of my reach. Hal looked at me, shrugged, and went back to his conversation.

Sighing, I asked Richard, who ignored me. Well, he always just looked through me.

Mother glanced at the entryway, where servants hid themselves in the shadows and waited to fulfill their duty, but she pressed her lips together and said nothing. Soon, Roxanne reclaimed her attention, however.

"Bjorn? Would you pass me the potatoes?" I asked the brother diagonal to me. Bjorn didn't seem to hear me. "Bjorn?" I gave up on him. He always pretended I was invisible. Why should today be any different?

My last effort was Lucas, the third youngest brother. "Lucas, pass the potatoes?" I phrased it as a question, but he glanced at me, and said, mock- sternly, "Learn your manners first. You don't deserve to eat right now, Hans." By now, the entire table's attention was on us, and it was silent. I flushed scarlet, feeling that familiar rush of rage and shame. What had I ever done to him to make him humiliate me in front of the entire table.

I held my temper in as best as I could. "You deserve to eat pig slop, Lucas. So shut up and please pass me the potatoes." I knew I'd made a mistake as soon as the words were out of my mouth. "Oh!" Lucas pretended to gasp in horror. "Mother, Hans said the words! Hans, you need to go to your room for being so rude to Lucas!" He imitated my mother's voice.

My mother didn't seem to care. "Hans, that was very unnecessary. You could have just said please without the profanity, and you also could have asked Hal!" Hal saw his chance to be smug and to get attention, so he added, "Yeah, Hans. You could've asked me."

I protested, "But, Mother! I did ask Hal, and he didn't pass it!" She ignored the part about Hal not passing the potatoes. "Nonetheless, Hans, that was very rude. Apologize to Lucas. This instant."

I felt my cheeks flush with fury and embarrassment, so I spat out an insincere apology and stalked out of the room without waiting to hear Mother's reprimand. The servants parted for me, and one, a tall young footman named Benny whom I had befriended, stepped toward me. "Are you okay, Hans?" Then, seeing the other servants' stares, he corrected himself. "I mean, Prince Hans?"

I shrugged him off. "I'm fine, Benny. I just...need to cool off."

"Are you sure?" he pressed. I fought to keep the anger from my voice as I burst out, "Yes! Just leave me alone!" I regretted it as soon as I said it, but it was too late to take it back. Benny's eyes registered surprise, then hurt. "I'm sorry, Benny, I'm just really annoyed today. You know how I get."

Benny didn't answer. He just moved away.

I trudged up three flights of elegant stairs, admiring the paintings hung on the walls, until I reached my room. The white door was closed, which was unusual. I didn't usually leave it closed. Cautiously, I turned the doorknob and kicked it open with my foot, letting go of the knob simultaneously. The door swung open...and a bucket of what looked like manure from the stables upturned, slopping manure all over the floor.

A familiar voice sounded behind me. "Like your little surprise, Hans? I just thought you might enjoy being a horse for once, since you hang around with that horse Sylvester or whatever his name is."

I lost it right then and there.

"His name is Sitron!" I roared, whipping around and punching Lucas in the nose. He reeled back, holding his long nose and glaring daggers at me. "Mother will hear about this," he warned. I raised an eyebrow. "Mother will hear about this as well," I said, hooking a bit of manure onto my black boot and launching it at Lucas, where it landed on his shiny, polished boot. He looked at it with disgust and stalked away, clutching his nose and calling for a servant.

I also called for a servant to clean the manure up, and meanwhile retreated to the stables, where Sitron, my palomino stallion, waited. I stroked his military-cut black-and-white mane, with the little forelock on his forehead. He tossed his head and seemed to say, "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong?" I repeated, and laughed bitterly. "Sitron, you don't understand. I have to get out of here at the first opportunity. Lucas and Oscar have been treating me like dirt, and Lucas literally rigged a bucket to dump manure on my head, only I was careful, so I avoided that trap. Bjorn, Hal, and Richard all ignored me. Mother took Lucas's side. What's next, me getting kicked out of the kingdom? Well, I'll go before they make me go." Sitron nudged his head against my shoulder. "I'll go with you."

I laughed. "Yes, of course. But listen, I have to marry soon. I'm almost nineteen. When that happens, you'll come, right?"

He whickered and nodded his head. "Now get outta here." His hoof smacked me in the leg, making me stagger back. "Ow! All right, I'll go." I had just reached the door when he neighed. "Wait! Bring me a carrot!" Smiling, I snatched a carrot from a bin and tossed it toward him. He reared up and caught it with remarkable ease.

"Manipulation...the ultimate art. I find myself wanting to follow your instructions," I grinned, and turned on my heel.

"Or maybe it's just hypnotism."