"King Georg!"
A king crowned with the red of his own hair turned his weary face. A humble beard grew from his chin. "Yes, yes, what is it?"
"I have come to inform you that Prince Hans as arrived." Behind the man two guards have in their custody a young prince, struggling to stand on his own. "Unhand me! Get your filthy hands off of me!"
"Hans!" the king chastised as he drew closer to his brother and further away from the throne. "What have you done now?"
"Nothing that concerns you, brother!"
"It concerns me, our family and the whole kingdom of the Southern Isles! Because of your actions, we have broken ties with one of our biggest trading partners!"
Hans growled with a wrath. "So now that I've caused trouble you finally can pay attention to me! I am the youngest of twelve brothers! I have nothing! No kingdom! No property! Nothing!"
"Remember you are not the only one! Five more of your brothers are far from inheriting the throne and they are doing fairly well! Richard is a successful scholar, Gregor is an entrepreneur—"
"I don't care about that! A kingdom is worth so much more… and my chances were blown because of that Snow Queen and her stupid sister!"
King Georg sighed, bringing his hands to his forehead. He slowly made way to sit on his throne, feeling his weight and the many burdens that rest upon his shoulders fall along and rest in his ash dusted hair. "Father was right… what have I done? I am a great king, yet a terrible brother. There is nothing I can do. You leave me with no choice, Hans. I need to call him back."
Han's eyes bulged so big they looked like they would pop. "No. No, don't you dare!"
"If we are to lose a kingdom's friendship and a great business partner, I'd rather that it happens on smooth terms. And considering the special talents of Queen Elsa, he is the one for the job."
"Georg don't you bring that abomination back under this roof! Keep that freak away!"
"We've sent him away to cool your fire, I will send him back to quench your lighted trails. Gertrude?"
An elderly lady with a silver bun came to his side. "Yes, your highness?"
"Prepare Anders's room. Our brother is coming home."