Author's Note: I've changed the direction this story's going and I would love to hear your thoughts. I also want to hear what you think about the chapter lengths, too short, too long or just right?

A loud thump caused Hans to flinch and brought the ship back to life. Colt's booming voice could be heard shouting out orders but Hans couldn't quite make them out over the sudden storm of boots thundering across the deck. There were men running everywhere, some unsheathing their swords along the way. Hans quickly jumped to his feet and pressed himself up against the bars hoping to grab the attention of one of the men. Finally his opportunity struck as one of the younger men ran right in front of His cell.

"Stop, What's happening on?!" The man stopped, taken by surprise, and spun on his feet, His face deathly pale."We are... We're... under..." the man stuttered, his whole body trembling.

"What?!" Hans shouted as the man continued his struggle to form a sentence, "Spit it out boy!" This seemed to snap the man out of his trance of fear, if only long enough to speak.
"We've been attacked," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. The fear returned and the man rushed away like a mouse scurrying away from danger.

Attacked... by what? Hans thought, but the man was long gone leaving Hans alone with only his thoughts for company. His mind went straight to the Southern Navy but those thoughts were shoved aside as Hans remembered that no one in his family knew he was a prisoner and if they did they certainly wouldn't care enough to send a ship to save him. Perhaps Elsa has sent her own personal fleet to finish off the job, he thought with a laugh, She was much too kind to order the death of a whole ship just to rid herself of one enemy.

Still perplexed and very curious Hans shifted into a better position between the bars hoping to see the attackers. However his new view proved to be useless, showing him only glimpses of fabric here and the backs of heads there. Well, whatever it is, it cannot hurt me in here, He thought as he moved back to his blanket pile. He sat there with his back against the wall and a blanket wrapped around him to defend him against the morning cold staring at the wooden floorboards in thought.

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The screeching sound of the cell door opening caused Hans to almost jump out of his skin. Colt marched into the cell, much to Hans' surprise. "Get up princess, It's time for us to leave," he said, placing his hand lightly on the hilt of his sword, Hans' eyes focused on the sword at Colt's waist.

A blizzard swarmed furiously around him as he stood above the Queen. "Your sister is dead...because of you," he said, a tinge of pity crossing his heart but he ignored it. He was so close he could taste it...
"No..." the Queen fell to her knees head in her hands, the moment her knees touched the ground the blizzard cleared. Slowly Hans lifted his sword in up preparing to deal a fatal blow to the Queen whilst she was defenceless, whilst he couldn't see her face.
"No!"
Suddenly blast of cold air knocked him backwards, hitting his head hard against the surface of the frozen fjord...
Darkness soon claimed him.

The memory of the last time he held a sword caused Hans to shiver, he hadn't meant it to end that way but he had no choice, he couldn't return to the southern isles as a failure. The irony of his thoughts was not lost on him. I guess everything works itself out eventually, He thought bitterly.
"Where are we going?" Hans asked as he tried to distract himself from the sick feelings settling into his stomach.
"It's a surprise," Colt replied, grabbing Hans by the shoulder leading him out of his cell.

"What about the attackers?" Hans asked realizing that the sound of fighting had stopped," Did you take care of them?"
Colt stopped, his face twisting into an expression Hans had never seen before. Suddenly a sound like crunching gravel burst from between Colt's lips. It took Hans a few moments to realize that he was laughing.

"What? What's so funny?" His voice edged with annoyance as he watched Colt shake with laughter.

"Who... Who told you that?" Colt asked between gasps as he wiped the small tears that had begun to form at the edge of his eyes," Was it one of the young ones? Only a young one would think someone would attack The Jagerfly." Colts body was still vibrating with silent laughter.

"Soo... We weren't attacked?" Hans asked, still unconvinced.

'No... No one in their right mind would attack the Jagerfly especially now that Queen Elsa has revealed her powers. No one will cross her or her allies... except for you..." Colts said, his eyes no longer amused but questioning.

There was no way Hans would tell anyone his motives, that was his secret that he intended to keep till death. Colt accepted the prisoners silence and started walking, not bothering to check if Hans followed him.

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Hans found himself being lead to a much smaller ship painted royal purple, a familiar looking pudgy man standing on the bow. Hans quickened his step till he fell in line with Colt.

"So where are we going again?" He asked, his brain furiously trying to place where he had seen that man before.

"Like I said before, it's a surprise. One I must say you are going to enjoy," Colt replied, a sly grin spreading across his face. Without another word the First Mate strode forward onto the boat shaking hands with the man on the front. "Here's the prisoner as agreed," He said, grabbing Hans' shoulder and pushing him forward.
The pudgy man's stern eyes gave Hans the once-over, clearly disgusted by him. "Her Majesty will be very pleased," He said, a faint smile softening his stern appearance, "You will be largely rewarded once we safely reach Port."

Hans felt his stomach drop with realization," Her majesty?" The pudgy man simply nodded. Hans looked at Colt, eyes wide with distress. "No! You can't! You can't take me back!" He pleaded not bothering to hide his distress," You can't!"

"I already have," Colt replied," and for a mighty nice ship if I may say so myself. It was definitely worth it."

"When my parents hear..."

"Oh they already know and they strongly approve of the idea," The other man said," You will be returning to Arendelle as a common citizen. You have been assigned a living quarter in the palace until you have found a job and another form of accommodation. As for your identity, you will be required to choose a new name as you are no longer associated with your family and the titles that connection entails. Do you understand?" Hans merely nodded, still in shock. "I will be paying close attention to you and will act as your guide into everyday life but don't get comfortable. Her Majesty has made it clear that you may be called upon by her at anytime to perform tasks for the royal family and you are not allowed to refuse," With that the man walked away, leaving Hans reeling from his new punishment.

Disappointment from my parents I could take, He thought, I could handle being the outcast again... but how can I face the Queen of Arendelle and her sister after what I've done...

Hans didn't even notice as the boat headed towards its new destination.

Arendelle.

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Queen Elsa sat at her desk staring longingly at the glass cabinet containing one of her white gloves.

She remembered her surprise at finding Sven strutting around the castle grounds with it hanging off of one of his antlers, it seemed that he had found it one evening whilst Kristoff was collecting ice and thought it was a nice accessory. She had to give him a blue ribbon in exchange for the glove but it was worth it. Those gloves had been a present from her parents and although they used to represent confinement they now represented a struggle that she had overcome. However, she had had to promise her sister that she would never wear gloves again to ease Anna's fear that she would shut herself away again.

At this very moment she wished she hadn't made that promise as she longed for the familiarity and control they provided, her recent decision to have Hans return to Arendelle as a commoner was eating away at her nerves. The idea of having the traitor so close to her family again brought fear to her heart but she had realised she could not bear the idea of someone being executed in her name.

With a sigh she pushed away these thoughts that would only add unnecessary stress. I have a few days at least to prepare for his return, she thought, A few days to tell Anna. With a shiver, she rose from her chair with practised grace, using her magic to dispel the frost that had begun to form on her desk. With an elegance that took years to perfect, she strode from her room in search of Anna, hoping desperately that she would take the news well.