Note: Welcome back to Frozen Viking, this is a redone version of my old one. I will keep both stories on my profile, some things will be the same, and some things will change. The biggest change will be the ages of the characters. Elsa and Kristoff are now twenty-two years old, Anna and Hans will be nineteen years old, Hiccup, Astrid, and Snotlout will be sixteen years old, and Fishlegs and the Twins are fifteen years old. It wasn't until I was done with this, when the character profiles for HttyD 2 came out, and showed the ages of the characters, and I had it wrong. Also, I saw the Frozen Fever short, and wanted to reference that in the story as well. I also decided to cut a character that didn't really play a role in the story.
Viking Territory
Hans boarded the ship, which was set to sail to the Viking territories. He had been punished by his brothers to be a stable boy, and was fine with that until a stray snowball had flown over the borders and knocked him off his feet. After he clawed himself out of the snow, his ambitions seemed to creep back up into his mind. He decided that he would not only take over Arendelle, but other places too. He began to write to the Duke of Weselton, and the stupid little man pounced on his scheme. Hans pretended to humbled by his punishment, and went to his brothers with a proposal to make peace with the Viking tribes. His brothers refused, but the Duke came through with the funds, and asked to bring Hans with him. His brothers reluctantly allowed him to go, but he was still under house arrest.
Once everything was loaded, the ship set sail towards the Viking territories. There was a map on the ship that listed the surviving Viking tribes. The ship sailed for two days, before they spotted land in the distance.
"According to our sources, there is a tribe calling themselves the Berserkers are coming up shortly. They are one of the first Viking tribes we will be encountering." The Duke informed Hans.
"Prepare the gifts, and have your men set the path to the Berserker tribe." Hans told him.
The ship docked, and Hans, his men, and the Duke's men were surrounded by the warriors of the tribe. The leader, who appeared to be in his late teens, approached them, and looked them up and down, he was eating a chicken leg.
They did not stay long, because the young leader chased them off, and Hans and the rest of the men barely made it out alive. Gathering himself, Hans asked the Duke to set sail to another of the tribes. This one was called the Outcasts. The ship was barely in the tribe's waters, before they were forced to flee. The next tribe was the Bog Bogglers, which was led by a large woman with an impressive chest. She had a tiny daughter with blonde hair. She allowed them to introduce themselves, before she laughed in their faces, and chased them off her island.
"Those tribes were pretty hostile, is there any tribe left that wouldn't try to kill us?"
"Just one, the Hairy Hooligans." The Duke replied.
"Lovely."
Hiccup reluctantly helped his father out with the Chiefly duties lined up for the day. He was now sixteen years old, and had grown a couple inches, so he wasn't the shortest Viking anymore. Still the skinniest, but not the shortest. One thing that astounded him was that the Viking girls that did not give him the time of day before gave him flirtatious glances. It drove Astrid crazy. Another group of girls had gathered, and began asking for help. Astrid stormed over, and chased them away, she pushed the girls that were the most reluctant to leave.
"What has gotten into the girls lately?" Hiccup wondered to himself.
"You are dense, just like your father." A voice interrupted. "Those girls fancy you; you being the heir and all, and also that you are not a little brat anymore."
Hiccup turned around and spotted Gobber, who hobbled over to him. Hiccup's father spotted them, and came over to greet his friend. Gobber told Stoick the Vast, Hiccup's father, all about the newest batch of girls that Astrid had to chase off.
"Don't make fun of me." Hiccup replied. "Those girls don't like me; they never gave me the time of day."
Stoick and Gobber exchanged amused glances, which changed once they spotted something in the distance.
"Son, gather the dragons, and get them to Dragon Island." Stoick commanded.
Hiccup was confused.
"Dad?" Hiccup asked.
"I don't recognize that ship." Stoick said. "Get the dragons out of here, while I see what they want. Join me at the docks when you are done."
"Be careful." Hiccup told him.
He was not sure if his father heard him, as he left to get the dragons to safety. Hiccup saw the villagers stop their daily chores, as they headed towards the docks to catch a glimpse of the foreign ship. The docks were attached to the edge of the village and the platforms reached the sea which was about two stories below.
Hans saw the Viking village on top of the mountains as he sailed towards if. The ship sailed through two stone statues, which had flames in their mouths to light the way. Hans looked back up at the houses, which were extremely ugly, then to the docks that went from the village all the way down to the sea. On the docks were members of the village, Hans had never seen so many ugly people in one place before, and felt sick to his stomach. A large red haired man, with a larger, bushier beard, stood at the closest of the docks, he appeared to be the leader of the tribe.
"Do we have anymore gifts?" Hans asked.
"Yes, but not too much, considering our other encounters." The Duke replied. "What should we do?"
"Let me handle this." Hans replied.
Hans noticed a second man join the leader, he was just as large as the red-haired leader, but he was much shorter. Hans eyed the Chief up and down; the Chief had a long green tunic, covered in primitive armor. The man was impressive, but hardly Hans' equal. The shorter blonde man was blonde, with a very long mustache, which was braided. He was also missing his left arm and his right leg, which were replaced with artificial limbs. The tribe appeared curious, and not hostile like their Viking neighbors.
The ship was docked, and the men emerged from the ship, so secure it to the docks. The Vikings did not help, but they did not attempt to charge at them. A deckhand handed Hans the gifts, and hightailed it back on to the ship. Hans frowned; he did not want to show fear, because the Viking leader was watching their actions closely. Hans approached the Viking leader.
"We come bearing gifts from Arendelle in an extension of peace between our kingdom and Arendelle." Hans began with a smile.
The Viking leader eyed him, and the gifts. Hans felt his smile slipping, but continued to look the leader in the eye, who towered over him. Hans hoped they would not be chased off; otherwise his plans would go up in smoke.
"You may stay in my village, while we discuss your proposal of peace, but I expect you to leave after that." The man replied.
Before Hans could continue his speech, a sixteen-year old teenager ran down the docks to join the Chief. Although they did not have the same build, there were traces on the boy's face and hair color that linked him to the massive man. The most telling feature was the boy's nose, which was too wide for his otherwise attractive face. The boy was much slimmer than Hans, but was almost the same height as him. The boy did not look very Viking-ish to Hans, which made him wonder if he even was a full Viking. He would not put it past those savages to kidnap beautiful women to have children with. The poor teen had lost the lower part of his left leg.
"My name is Stoick the Vast, and I would like to introduce you to my son and heir, Hiccup." The Chief told him.
Hans had to fight back a laugh, and to keep his face straight at the unfortunate teen's name. Hiccup was the Chief's son, which made him a Viking Prince. Hans liked where this was going for his plans.
"Since we don't have a proper place for you to stay, your men can sleep in the Great Hall, while you can stay in my house." Stoick the Vast said.
Great, I will be sleeping with the fleas too!
Hans composed himself, and gave the Viking the best smile he could muster.
"Thank you for your hospitality." Hans told him.
Hiccup stared at the red haired man that stood before them. The man wore mostly white, but he had blue pants, and he wore gloves. Hiccup frowned; the man did not look like a worker, so why did he wear gloves? Hiccup felt uneasy towards the man, and was really glad that the dragons were safe. Hiccup was the only one that joined his father at the docks. Astrid, Snotlout, Ruffnut, Tuffnut, and Fishlegs were still in the main part of the village.
"Hiccup, take Hans to our house, he will be our guest for his stay." Stoick said.
"What about me!?" A voice demanded. "I am the Duke of Weselton!"
An old, skinny man, rushed up on the dock platform to stand in front of Stoick.
"Weaseltown?" Gobber asked. "Why would you name your tribe after weasels?"
"It's Weselton!"
"Right, I got you the first time, Weaseltown."
The Duke let out an enraged snarl.
"You may stay with Gobber for your stay." Stoick told him.
Hiccup hid a smile at the old man's anger. Gobber sent Hiccup an amused look; he was just messing with the old man. The Duke let out an annoyed sigh.
"Excuse me, but I have no idea where your house is." Hans said.
Hiccup turned around to face him, not catching the glare Hans sent the Duke for taking everyone's attention from him.
"Sorry, just follow me." Hiccup told him.
As Hiccup took Hans to his house, Hans scanned the area. Hans calculated in his head how far they were travelling, and where each place was located. Hiccup on the other hand, still had not shaken the feeling that there was something not quite right with Hans.
Hans was already forming a plan on how he would kidnap the young Viking prince. He would keep an eye out for the first opening, but right now, he would bide his time in the flea bitten village. He glared at the savage women who tried to catch his eye. He had never seen women so bold!
"Hiccup, who is that?" A voice called out.
Hans and Hiccup turned towards the voice, and saw a group of teenagers. The one who spoke was a blonde haired savage, and unlike the rest of the villagers, she was quite pretty. The rest of the group were just as ugly as the rest of the villagers.
"Hi Astrid, this is Hans, he's our guest." Hiccup replied.
He cast a glare over at Snotlout and the twins.
"Welcome to Berk." Astrid replied.
Hans saw her give him a once over, and he felt anger when she did not seem impressed.
How dare this savage look down on me!
"Oh yeah, I forgot to introduce you to the rest of the group. Over there is Fishlegs…" Hiccup began.
Hans' gaze followed to where Hiccup was pointing, and saw a fat savage. The savage was blonde, and he carried a book in his hands. He seemed too eager to meet him.
"Those are the twins, Ruffnut the girl, and Tuffnut the boy. They're pranksters, so avoid them if you can." Hiccup warned them.
Hans looked over at the blonde savages, who came in a pair, he could not tell the difference between the two.
"That's my cousin Snotlout." Hiccup said, pointing at the last boy.
Hans looked over at the black haired savage. The boy was buff, and rather ugly. Hans did not see the resemblance between the cousins at all. The black haired savage fit his ugly name.
"Nice to meet you." Hans replied.
He flashed them a smile, which did not quite reach his eyes. Hiccup turned from the group, and Hans followed after him. Hiccup led him to a rather tiny house, which was near the Great Hall that the ship's crew would stay in. The location was very convenient for his plans. Hiccup led him inside, and Hans fought the urge to cover his mouth in disgust. The house was tiny, there was only two floors, and it was dark, the only light came from a fire pit.
"Vikings aren't very good with their interior decorating, or their decorating in general." Hiccup told Hans.
"Not to worry, Vikings just have a class of their own." Hans replied.
"So, you come from Arendelle, correct?" Hiccup asked.
"Yes."
"What's it like?" Hiccup asked. "I've never really left the hospitality of Vikings. I mean some tribes are fine, others are just…yikes."
"Arendelle is amazing." Hans replied. "Make sure your father knows that it's Arendelle come from."
Hiccup gave Hans a confused look.
"Sure, but why are you so determined to make sure my dad knows where you came from?"
The Viking Prince is smarter than I thought!
"Have you ever had tea, one of the gifts we brought for the Chief's family is tea."
"Yeah, I have, but around here it is either too watered down, or too bitter. Everyone else likes it that way, but I don't think that the proper way has you gagging on leaves."
Hans opened his mouth again, but was interrupted.
"Hiccup! Your dad wants to see you, and he wants you to bring Hans of Arendelle too!" Astrid shouted from outside.
"Looks like we'll have to postpone the tea for later." Hiccup told him.
Hans silently seethed.
"Aren't you coming?"
Hans quickly composed himself.
"Coming, coming, sorry just a little tired." Hans replied.
Soon my revenge will be complete
TO BE CONTINUED…
Note: The reference at the beginning is from the movie short Frozen Fever, where we finally see what happened to Hans after the movie. Also, I cut the part where he has a fascination with Astrid, because it took away from the conflict of the story. I decided to give Hiccup more dialogue as well, because in the first version of the story, he did not come off as Hiccup to me. I included a bit more cameos as well. Some things are the same, others will change. I hope you enjoy this story!