Hans awoke from his unrestful sleep to the total darkness of an underground prison and the sound of echoing footstep. A guard approached him through the bars. "You're requests have been managed, sir."
"Good work, Gullens. Arendelle's days are numbered now, and soon I shall take over in their time of fear."
"Yes, sir. Soon they shall all be bowing down to you!" The guard stepped closer to the prison bars, and withdrew a rusty, cast iron pair of keys. With a turn of the crusty lock, the bars creaked open. Hans stepped out into the cold, musty passageway.
"Yes, good work, Gullens." He nodded. "Very good work."