[Hans POV]

A moderate clang rippled through the bows of the ship causing it to wobble and stumble for a few brief moments before evening out again. That sound was what the disgraced Prince Hans feared the very most, the sound of his ship docking at port.

The putrid noise that surely signaled the prophetical doom that languished around him holding him hostage to surface, perhaps the inept among us would have called it fate, Hans on the other hand had a far finer name for it, Home.

Dense footsteps emanated from the hallway outside his closed cell creeping closer with every thump nosier and louder than the one that came before. The prince sighed deeply expelling as much clean air as his beaten and battered lounges would allow.

Truth be told he no longer held interest in what fate had schemed for him, for any reason he once held for fighting has since diminished into null. His failure to seize the kingdom of Arendelle and the unbearable humiliation he sustained from the unbelievable conclusion have robbed him of the will to live.

Before long a tall plump man built like a mountain appeared at his chamber doors leering with spiteful eyes, the sight of this beast caused Hans to pull a blissful face for the first time in forever, if only for a fleeting moment.

" My eyes clearly see the beast, but where may I ask is the beauty?"

Spoke Hans his voice raspy, husky and scarcely audible, the man beast that had crept into view was not the jailer but his muscle bound man servant, here to ensure that the captive stayed in his place. lacking wits and horrifically disfigured, but Hans surely didn't want to meet him in open conflict.

The beast lunged at the fastened cell door shaking it violently in attempt to enter the room, under normal circumstances he was sure a wave of fear would be soaking into ounce of his body. But this one time, he wished he'd get through and end his everlasting ill-being.

" That's quite enough of that Beaumont!, Calm yourself we've arrived"

The foul odorous brute quickly relinquished his tightening grip and scowled as he turned his back, the other man crept solemnly into view he was a tall man, tall but exceedingly narrow with a thin weather worn face and sly calculating eyes.

He was dressed in a dirty brown trench coat as was common for sailors of the area and the rest of his attire was composed of haphazard assortments of clothing all of which were black in shade and colour.

" Oh they're you are, Jailer be a good fellow and loosen these chains for me won't you?"

Hans said his words stale and drenched in sarcasm, he raised his hands gesturing to the shackles that fastened hard around his haggard wrists. The jailer scoffed and taking a silver key from his pocket swung the cell door open and entered the room, his simpleton guard idling not to far behind.

The jailer approached calmly walking until he had found himself mere inches from where Hans sat dreary. "Why on earth would i ever want to do that?" the jailer said crisply his voice never shifting in tone nor pitch.

" Let's see, how does the old expression go, oh yes I recall, because I'll make it worth your while"

Hans cackled cocksure, if his life was over anyhow he ought to have some fun toying with the minds of those he encounters he thought. A sharp searing pain formed within his right cheek, he'd been struck without warning by the jailer.

The jailers expression had altered curiously where once he was stoic he now stood in full fledged mild-mannered annoyance, "You unworthy cur, I am Adam of the house Lefou of Arendelle and loyal retainer to Elsa queen of Arendelle"

" Lovely, when am I supposed to be impressed?" Hans interjected in overconfidence swelling with hauteur, another strike soon found it's way to his noble face. The fury in his the jailers eyes was rising with each second that passed, best to tread lightly Hans reasoned less he sic his slobbering mongrel onto him.

" I would take a sword and run you through with a smile, Hans. Were it not for the wishes of Queen Elsa and Princess Anna."

Hans raised his hand's in protest "That's all well and good, but let's not forget that piercing me would anger the southern isles, my father as much as we loath each other would not take kindly to a dead son. So really by piercing me you'd doom your own kingdom and that lousy house of yours...what was it again?. House... lowbrow, lactating...farcical...no that doesn't start with the right letter does it..."

" I've half a mind to pummel you further, though since you speak of the southern isles i'm thrilled to inform you that we've arrived, Let us take you home m'lord" The jailer talked with barbarous purpose. Hans sprang to his feet devoid of hesitation "After you then, m'lord" Hans murmured condescendingly.

The jailer speechless turned his back and demanded Hans to follow, just to spite the fool further Hans lolly gagged in his cell for a few moments more. Than nervelessly he departed from the room grinning jeeringly at Beaumont whom was shooting daggers with his round deep set eyes and was using every muscle in his bulky body to repress the urge to beat him half to death.

" Till next we meet, Thy lovely beast"

Hans stated as he exited the cabin door leading to deck that waited up above, the sunshine on deck was boundlessly bright, Hans covered his eyes with his shackled hands and winced in harm. This had been the first sunlight his eyes had been pleasured with in weeks. Since the terrible events of that occurred during his time at Arendelle.

" What's this? You talk tough yet you groan at a little natural light?" The jailer chuckled getting in his last laugh, Two sailors emerged from behind placing their hands on either side of Hans broad-brimmed shoulders. " What's the meaning of this Adam, I thought we where friends you and I both". Returning to his relentlessly sober demeanor the jailer walked near till he was a nose length spacing from Hans. "I wouldn't befriend you if I was dying, these two are security, your shackles are to be abstracted before embarking to your kingdom. I and the two men behind you will be escorting you. Any funny business and we'll beat you till the ground, we clear?"

Taking a shallow breath Hans lowered his courtly head "Clear as the ice of Arendelle" this comment surely earned Hans more of the jailers ire though he cared little, he was home and he knew it. The blistering sun and scent of the salt sea spray were all to familiar.

The jailer, his men and the deportee prince made for the kingdom of the southern isles with utmost haste. An awkward quiet fell as the four walked the long trek from the isle docks to the Westergard fortress.

Hans was forced to the front, the jailer behind him a blade strapped and holstered to his pants and his men both equally as armed trailing a few feet behind as security detail. "I'm sorry, by the way"

Hans words caught the weary jailer off guard making him a little less impenetrable for the moment at hand in any event, "Sorry, for what?" the jailer barked fiercely, this triggered a devious smirk, Hans inhaled and continued talking, being sure to keep it to a dull roar so that the jailers men didn't get wind.

" About the princess...Anna I mean, she's my one true regret about that whole Arendelle fuss, I mean I conspicuously conspired to have her and her cherished sister murdered, but other than that I meant her no harm, not at all. Her smile was radiant, How I wish she was dead"

The jailer snapped and lunged at Hans tackling the prince from behind and forcing his face to the dirt covered ground below, " Another word, and i'll cut your throat, prince or no prince" Hans grinned flippantly as he sprang to his feet. The two jailers men had come floundering to their leader to see what triggered such an abrupt disturbance.

" What's the trouble. Sir?" one of them said as the other stood dazed and baffled trying to piece the absurdity of the situation together. "Nothing, now return to your posts" He ordered leaning on his dominating presence in vain attempt to regain what little remained of his composure.

Sensing the latent tension the men nod and distance themselves, suddenly the clamoring of hoofs and marching echoed down the path as a party of horsemen sprinted the long and narrow path. A dozen men, maybe more road to a halt before the motley crew. A knight quickly made his way forth to the front and dismounted his white stallion with a sense of elegance and grace.

" Greetings my name is Raine Hyward, leader of the first garrison, high knight, protector and humble aide to his majesty Westergard. On behalf of my glorious lord please allow me to welcome you to the southern isles." He spoke with a voice smoother than silk, as expected of the high knight.

" Excuse me, High Knight" Raine raised his hand in objection causing the jailer to stumble over his words and himself. "Please address me as Raine, no need for such formalities here"

The Jailor was humbled by the knights acts of chivalry and respect for the finer points of common courtesy.

" Very well, is it tradition here to not remove your helm when engaged in necessary conversation" This prompted a snide snicker from Hans for Raine was ostensibly pleasant as southern isle knights tend to go, if the jailor had made a quip like that to Thomas Sykette the head knight when he was just a boy, his head would've been removed from his sickly shoulders not an instant later than the words had fallen from his mouth.

" Forgive me it seems i've missed placed my manners, I hope you're not offended as it wasn't my intent i assure you"

Easing his armored hands to his head Raine started to pull and within a moment had removed his iron helmet, his skin was pale as ash, his face was unflawed minus a ghastly scar that ran diagonal along his left cheek, His hair was auburn, curly and reached the tip of his shoulders.

" So it's you, a pleasure to see you've returned to us prince Hans" A solemn expression overtook him, "The pleasure is all mine, Sir Raine. Good to see my father still has need for a swollen-headed tool such as you" Hans didn't like him, not in the least for unlike the fools he's surrounded by he knew far to well of Raines true nature. A natural killer with a sadistic streak a mile wide, far more atrocious and dreadful than he ever was.

" Your father has missed you dearly y'know, Everyday since you've been captured he's prayed to any god who'd listen for your safe return" Raine said with a convincing smile. "Please regale someone else with your foolish tales, my father is blessed with twelve other heirs to survive him and carry on the Westergard legacy, I doubt my non-existence was heavily felt" Hans snapped for the first time in a state of honest vexation, coming to his senses he pushed passed the jailer and requested to be escorted to the castle gates. "It's been many a month since i've lay in my own bed, please escort me home won't you, High Knight" Hans sniveled slinging his head downward as he made his way along the dust-covered path leading to the kingdom.

Sir Raine nodded ordering his underlings to clear a path for the wayward prince, their eyes met in a fierce but soundless confrontation. Hans was certain to face steep punishment for his unseemly behaviour and he could tell that lout Raine was loving every solitary second of the princes misery.

He'll get his in time, Hans mused as his wayward eyes at last set sight on the mammoth castle exterior, he hesitated for a moment reflecting on all that had transpired and for the first time in a long time he felt an inkling of nostalgia well up deep inside. With a hefty breathe, Hans chuckled softly to himself. "It's good to be home".