A/N Okay, so whilst I was working on the next chapter of 'cold as ice' I had another crazy story idea. It was influenced by a youtube video I watched some time ago along with a little frozen fever (with the roles reversed) I just had to get my idea in writing.

So, it is going to be another Hans trying to take over the throne fic. This time however, he is going to be working with the Duke of Weselton, because he is just a creepy old guy. The Duke has concocted a plan for Hans to marry into the throne by giving Elsa a very powerful love potion.

I'm going to see how it goes and whether people like it.

Let me know what you guys think.


Chapter One

Princess Anna walked along the castle hall towards her sister's bedchambers. As she stood outside the familiar, decorated door, she nervously flattened the creases in her skirt, before reaching for the door handle.

She couldn't remember how many past birthday's she had stood outside this door, silently wishing her older sibling a happy birthday, yet not daring to enter. But today was different. Today, Anna has no reservations about entering Elsa's sanctuary. Today was the Queen's twenty-second birthday and the mischievious redhead was planning on making it the perfect day. And nothing, but nothing was going to stand in her way.

"Good morning, Elsa," Anna announced cheerfully as she skipped inside. In her haste to reach the bed, the clumsy royal almost tripped over her long flowing gown.

Fluttering her eyes open, the blonde smiled up at her beautiful, adorable, freckle-faced sister who was gazing down at her, face beaming with excitement. "Anna, you're awake already." That's certainly a first.

"Of course I'm awake. Because, it's someone's birthday today," the Princess replied in a sing-song kind of way.

Elsa sat up and stretched, before nudging her sister playfully. "Oh, and would you care to enlighten me on whose birthday that might be."

Anna giggled childishly. "Yours silly. Now get dressed, and come join me for a special birthday breakfast."

The Queen groaned uncharacteristically. "But, what about the Kingdom? the last time I checked, I had a massive pile of reports on my desk."

Anna shook her head furiously. "Not anymore."

Instantly, Elsa's eyebrows shot up. "No! don't tell me they accidently fell into the fire again."

The Princess rested a hand on her sister's arm for reassurance. "Of course not. Kai and I spent the entire night sorting through them. All documents have since been signed, sealed and on their way to be delivered as we speak."

Elsa's gratitude was overwhelming. "You did all that for me?"

Anna smiled affectionately. "I didn't want you to have to worry about anything today."

"Thank you, Anna. Remind me to thank Kai aswell," the Queen noted as she snuggled back under the covers, "Now, would you at least grant me five more minutes."

"Really? isn't that something I would say?" Anna admitted truthfully. "Yes, that's right, me. Not prim and proper, goody-two shoes, butter wouldn't melt in her mouth Queen Elsa of Arendelle. That's absurd."

The Queen reluctantly threw off the covers, before grinning cheekily. "You know me too well."

Anna chuckled softly, before embracing her sister fondly. "Too well, that it almost scares me."


It was just after dawn when the bespectacled, gray-haired old man entered the large guest chamber.

The occupant, former Prince Hans Westergard of the Southern Isles was already wide-awake, and stretched out on the large, comfortable four poster bed that was certainly fit for a king.

The King I could have been. If only my plan had worked, he silently reminded himself. Now I'm just a nobody, an outcast. A disgraced Prince, with no title, no priviledges and no purpose.

"Welcome to my humble abode. I hope I didn't disturb you," the Duke of Weselton announced, interrupting Hans' reverie, as he approached the bed.

Confused, Hans straightened up, staring at the older man. "Y-You live here?"

The Duke nodded. "I do hope my hospitality was to your satisfaction. If not, then I can only truly apologize."

Hans rose to his feet, clenching his fists tightly. His much taller physique towered over the short-statured, pompous old man he had first encountered in Arendelle. "You little weasel. Why did you bring me here? what do you want?"

As menacingly as possible, the Duke crept forward, eyes narrowed, rage now visible at his guests less then grateful attitude. "Now, now, Prince Hans. Is that anyway to treat the man who rescued you from that hell-hole you were sentenced to spend the rest of your days in? Is that anyway to treat the man who had to bleed his coffers dry in order to obtain your release. I mean, do tell. Did you enjoy being beaten and starved, or mucking out stables, and shoveling horse dung from dawn to dusk? No, I didn't think so. But, you can thank me later. Right now we have more important matters to attend to."

Hans let out an exasperated sigh. "Like what?"

"First I'll have one of the servants fix you a hearty breakfast. It's not prudent to do business on an empty stomach. Come meet me in the throne room as soon as you're done."

After a rather appetizing and fulfilling breakfast, Hans trekked nervously to the large throne room. He precariously stepped inside to find the smug looking Duke sat comfortably on his throne, readily awaiting his arrival.

Hans felt rage surging through his veins. A throne. I could have been sitting on one just like that, if my plan hadn't been thwarted by those two bratty sisters.

"Ah, Prince Hans, welcome. Come, sit. Have a drink," the Duke offered, before pointing to a bottle of opened wine perched on the large table.

Don't mind if I do, he thought as he poured himself a glass. However, before this meeting got underway, Hans thought it best to correct the Duke on formalities. "Actually, Your Grace. You can just address me simply as Hans now. You see, My brother, the King, stripped me of my title after the council found me guilty of treason and attempted regicide."

"Yes, yes, it would seem a series of very unfortunate events befell us both in Arendelle. We were both duped by that wicked sorceress. I mean, the humiliation of it all has left me quite traumatized. Even now, I have frequent nightmares of that tyrant encasing me a huge block of ice."

Hans fought to suppress a chuckle. "Well, in her defense, you probably deserved it. I mean, you did send soldiers to her ice palace to try and kill her. If I hadn't repositioned that arrow in time, she'd most likely be dead."

The scrawny mustached man was not amused. "And of course, you're completely innocent, aren't you? It wasn't you who locked the Princess in a room, devoid of any heat, when she was dying from a frozen heart. Or...it wasn't you who raised a sword over the Queen's head, ready to strike her dead. Your actions my boy were cold and calculating."

"My plan may have seemed cold and calculating, but unlike you, I never intended to kill anyone," the former Prince argued. "I went to Arendelle to find my own place...to marry into the throne, legitimately. If only I had met Elsa first, my scheme would have gone much more smoothly. But I didn't, I was unfortunate to have met a Princess. Of course, given time, my plan still could have worked perfectly. I'm just afraid, after Elsa's powers were exposed and during the great freeze, I became ambitious...too overconfident. Everything was falling apart. I was so desperate for the throne, that I knew I had to do anything to get it. And if that meant staging my marriage vows, leaving Anna to die and then murdering the Queen, then so be it."

"So, your downfall was purely because you chose a Princess over a Queen. Well, that was a very minor mistake. But one I'm sure could be easily rectified, if you were to be given a second chance. What if, with my help, you could have wealth, power and glory...become the King you were destined to be and rule supreme over Arendelle?"

Hans burst out laughing. "I'd say, you're a crazy old fool. I had my chance and I failed. Besides, everyone knows what I did. I'd never stand a chance. If I stepped foot on Arendelle soil, I'd most likely be shot on sight, like the traitor I've been revealed to be."

The Duke chimed in with his own response. "But it isn't fair, is it? why does that witch and her sister have everything, when we have been left with nothing? ever since Arendelle cut trade, my people have suffered terribly. She, on the other hand is sitting comfortably in a thriving, prospering Kingdom. It's citizens relishing in her unnatural magic shows."

The former Prince, mutely nodded. "Oh I agree, but what can we do? Five months ago, Queen Elsa was vulnerable only due to the uncontrollable nature of her powers. But since thawing Arendelle, it has become clear that she has gained more control. Therefore, she could prove powerful and extremely dangerous."

The Duke waved his misgivings about the Snow Queen. "She maybe powerful, but she is still a mere, mortal woman with the same feelings and emotions as any woman...And even you have to admit, she is rather easy on the eye."

"As much as I hate that bitch, she does have some redeeming qualities," the disgraced Prince admitted. "And yes, I would have to agree, she is rather beautiful, even more so then her very ordinary sister."

Even the Duke, with all his superstitious misconceptions about Arendelle's young ruler, couldn't deny that statement. "Also, as you quite rightly aforementioned. If you had met her first, who knows what could have blossomed between the two of you. Beside's, every King needs a Queen and a heir to protect their legacy," the Duke added with a hint of enthusiasm. "Therefore, you have only one option. You'll need to marry Queen Elsa. Only then will you be in the position to gain any kind of authority."

Hans let out another manacial laugh. "You cannot be serious, old man. That's absolutely ludiscrous! how the hell would I accomplish that? Elsa despises me. She would never even agree to talk to me, let alone consider marrying me."

The Duke sauntered across to a small shelf and grabbed a vial of pink sparkling liquid. "That is why you will be requiring this."

Hans eyed the bottle curiously. "What is it?"

"A love potion," the Duke stated wistfully.

Hans fought to keep a straight face. "A love potion, seriously?"

"Do not let it fool you lad, for this is not just any ordinary love potion. This is a very powerful love potion. Not only will she fall madly in love with you, but she will also eventually lose her own free will. She will be under your spell...or rather our control. You see, at first I had envisioned taking my revenge on Queen Elsa by simply elimanating her and the Princess, and then attempting a coup on the Kingdom and exploiting its riches. But then I thought, why stop there? when I could be reveling in the royal treasury of countless other Kingdoms. That was when I slowly came to realize, if the Queen is dead. Our most powerful weapon dies with her."

Hans was intrigued, his eyes glowing with excitement. "I think I'm beginning to like where this is going. So what you're saying is, if she were to drink this, she would have to do anything I want?"

"Oh yes. But, there is a catch. You have to be the one to give it to her personally, and you have to be the first man she sees once she has drank the last drop. So I'm afraid, she'll need to be fully conscious when you carry out the task."

It was an attractive offer, but even Hans wasn't sure if he could pull it off. "I'm not sure I can do it."

Quaking in outrage, The Duke's face reddened brighter then ever, before roaring in fury. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN, YOU CAN'T DO IT?!"

Hans gazed at the Duke in disbelief. "With all due respect, Your Grace. This is serious business, with a rather unforseeable outcome. Short of sneaking into the castle, and somehow restraining the Queen, before she happens to turn me into a rather attractive ice sculpture, I'm not quite sure how I can do this. I mean, do you happen to have any ideas that you'd be willing to share?"

The Duke gave a curt shrug. "I am simply proving the tool. How you work it, is entirely up to you. But once the Queen is under your control, then we can exploit her powers. She'll have no choice, but to do anything you ask of her. Imagine the possibilities. We can use her to conquer continents...or even the entire world."

After a long deafening silence, Hans sucked in a deep breath. His thirst for power was overruling everything his intellect was telling him. "Fine, I'll do it."

"Excellent!" the Duke barely restrained himself from a giddy little dance. "Now, I'll arrange for one of my fastest ships to leave within the hour. If the weather is favorable, you should be lucky to reach Arendelle shores by tonight."

"Tonight?! how can I possibly make preparations in such a short amount of time?" Hans snapped, with a rather worried countenance .

"Prince Hans. You are the master of master plans. You can manipulate any given situation. All you need it your wit, charm and a little love potion. Now, don't just stand there. Go spruce yourself up. You my lad, have a date with a Queen."

As Hans slowly wandered from the throne room, a wide grin appeared on his face.

Power. The only thing that is going to make my life worthwhile. Power is all I need. Power is what I have sought for so long. Finally...absolute power at my disposal.

And when I gain control of my little weapon, I won't need that little cretin. I will conquer the Southern Isles...Weselton...the entire world. I will reign supreme.


A/N more to come...