Hans' Best Friend
It was a dark cold night at the Southern Isles. Though that doesn't Rood to go to what it seemed the most scariest place in all of the Southern Isles: its very own dungeon. What is he doing there, you ask? Well, let's just say he is going to visit someone he knew very very well.
The guards guarding the entrance take a good look at him before they let him in. Upon entering, he walked down the long stairs that looked like to be going forever. He was careful not to make a sound so that none of the prisoners would be awoken. Upon reaching the last step, he turned to his right and continue walking.
This was Rood's first time to enter this place. It was dark and creepy as he imagined it would be. Only torches which are hanged to the walls provided him a guide to where he is going. He looked at each cell as if he was looking for something. Some were empty, some were inhabited by prisoners and some had bones scattered on the floor that made him wonder if it came from the prisoners themselves.
He continued searching until he saw what he was looking for. He recognized that sideburns of his and though he wore tattered clothes like the rest of the prisoners are, he knew it was him. He sat on the floor, his back sitting against the metal barricade of the cell.
"Hans..." he muttered.
"What are you doing here? Are you here to mock me like the others?" Hans asked while trying to have no eye contact on him.
"No. In fact I'm visiting you here. I'm your best friend, remember?"
"No one loves or cares about me, Rood. No one! I'm a criminal. What makes you think I'm worthy to be visited by you?" He asked with a strong conviction on this voice.
"Hans, don't say that. You know that I still care about you. Like I said when we were kids." He said audible enough to heard by Hans.
"You're lying!" he said as he turned around to him, with his face mixed with sadness and anger. "After what I did to the princess and queen of Arandelle, you still care for me? I'm a monster, Rood. A monster!"
"You're not a monster, Hans. I know you. You're just misguided because you longed and yearned for love and respect for your brothers. I know there is a good in you. And I still trust and care about you because of that."
There was long silence in the dungeon...
"Go." Hans broke the silence.
"Huh?" Rood asked with a confusion written on his face.
"Just go away."
"But Hans-"
"If you care about me, then leave me alone!" Hans yelled. His voice thankfully didn't wake the other prisoners up.
Rood responded in a soft tone, "Fine then. If you wan't to be alone, I'll let you be." He turned around and walked a few steps and stopped. "If you need company, I'm still be here." he said. He then continued walking away from the cell, feeling disappointed that he cannot help his friend after what he did.
Little did he know that on his cell, Hans wept silently and he stared to the ceiling.
"What have I done?"
