Hello again! Another chapter? Gosh! (this is not an accurate representation of how i update. It's way later than this. Procrastination problems) In few days I got way more attention than I thought this would get! That's good enough for me! And thanks for the reviews, (sup feneshier) Anyway, here is chapter one.
Chapter one: Expeditions
"This is gonna be our best one yet!" A pumped up platinum-blonde woman smiled in wonder and excitement. She was sitting in the passenger seat of a sky blue Ferrari, beside from a hazel eyed, muscular blonde man. The duo was currently driving through the streets of Cape Town, South Africa. The place was beautiful and had many tourist attractions. Elsa was amazed by the people who dwell here. She wondered why she never came to this place sooner!
"Elsa, are you sure about this? Have you heard what happened on that island?"
"Kristoff, it's not everyday you get to visit the world's second largest island, let alone one that you own!"
Kristoff only grunted, "Well do we have to work with Hans? I don't trust him. You know that."
"That's because you don't know the guy like I do." Elsa rolled her eyes.
"Maybe not, but I know something's not right about him. I can feel it. He's a creep Elsa. His whole family is a family of fucking creepiness, who dwell in the town of creeps!"
"That's a little rude," Elsa lightly punched the blonde man's arm, "considering the fact that you've never met them."
"Yeah well," Kristoff took a right turn on a green light before changing the subject. What to change it to though, he wasn't sure. He remembered, about a week ago before they met up for this trip, Elsa had called him.
She was crying, and drunk, and she was rambling on about how she hated her former lover, Belle; how she would never be able to trust another person again. He really didn't get the whole story, but he'll wait until she's ready to talk about it, even if it takes years. "So Belle-"
"What about her?" Elsa interrupted him, her eyes darkened in hatred.
"What happened with you two?"
"Nothing I want to talk about at the moment."
"Great," Kristoff sighed. That conversation went way quicker than he thought. But he guesses that it's okay since apparently they also arrived way quicker than he thought. "well, we're here anyways."
The car pulled up to a dock. It came to a stop and the duo got out, and stepped outside to be met with a warm breeze, and a shining sun. Kristoff went to the back of the car to receive their bags from the trunk. Then, he examined the dock. It was big, and many boats were anchored about. Sailors and captains scurried around as they each got prepared for their own adventures. Kristoff's eyes scanned the multiple water vehicles in search for a specific one. His eyes stopped, and he lifted his arm, pointing over at a white, gold-rimmed ship with golden fancy letters on the side that spelled, "The southern Isle"
"There." He stated, "That's our ride." Not receiving an answer, he turned his head to look beside him, only to find no Elsa. Shocked, he frantically searched for his sister-like friend, but when he caught sight of the same boat, he noticed a pale figure walking up the walkway to the entry of the ship. Kristoff groaned, locked the car, and sprinted after her.
Elsa stepped onto the smooth plywood of the ship's floor. She gasped, and marveled at the beauty of the ocean under the sun's rays, and the shining of the ship's recently cleaned exterior. She could see few fish swimming in the water, and even a few leaped out, as if to greet her. She sighed as the sun kissed her skin, and all she wanted to do in that moment was to stand their and take in all of sea nature's glory. But that wish was cut short when she was suddenly tackled to the ground by two hairy creatures. She landed with an 'oof', and grimaced as she felt the weight of the creatures on her stomach, a wet, warm tongue scrape her face.
"Damn it, Sven! Sitron! Get the hell off me!" Elsa squealed, not amused with their excited antics. She wasn't a dog person. She couldn't stand them. The dogs seemed to ignore her, lost in their own excitement of seeing her again. sven, the German shepherd licked her all over her face happily, while the golden retriever Sitron, tugged hard at her clothing in his own violent way of greeting.
"Hey! Get off of her!" A handsome voice laughed from behind Elsa. The dogs halted, ready to obey when they caught sight of someone else they knew, approaching the ship. They grew excited, once again, and raced down the walkway to their next victim.
Elsa sat up on her haunches and wiped her face off with her black t-shirt. When the shirt went away from her face, a hand came towards it. Smiling in relief, she took it and it pulled her to her feet. "Thanks, Hans."
"No problem," Hans replied, scratching the back of his auburn head. "Good to see you, Elsa."
"Good to see you, too." She smiled.
"I see you've brought Kristoff?" Hans sighed.
"Yeah, but don't worry. He won't cause a lot of trouble...hopefully." Elsa assured him.
Hans nodded, and after a second of silence he perked up, "Well," He clapped his hands together before entwining his fingers, "I'm going to help him get those dogs off and get those bags on the ship, Why don't you go search for an open room? Dinner will be at eight."
Elsa nodded and watched him walk off. This was going to be an exciting hunting expedition, she could feel it. She went inside to examine the rooms of the ship, and to pick which one she wanted to temporarily reside in.
~~000~~
Pork Steak, sweet potatoes, rice, bread and butter, turkey, chicken, and chocolate cake filled with chocolate fudge inside, along with a glass of wine. Man does it feel good to be rich. Elsa sighed in satisfaction, the sweet aroma of the freshly cooked meal causing her mouth to water. She took her fork, and grabbed one of each dish to put on her plate save the chocolate cake. No. She would save that for later. To her right, Kristoff was already halfway done with his first plate, ready for another. She swore, that guy could fucking eat. She'd sometimes be on her seconds while he'd be on his fifth plate. She'd never have to worry about leftovers because there'd be none. She'd even have to make herself a second plate before she could even finish her first in fear that Kristoff would eat all the food.
The dining hall was big. There were more than fifty tables around here but only about thirty hunters and huntress. Some tables were big, like theirs, and others were small.. The floors were white and seemed to be made of marble. Chandeliers hung from the ceiling, and waiters and waitress' roamed around the area, trays in their hands either with food or drinks, asking their guests if the wanted anything. Like stated earlier, man does it feel good to be rich. Hans, who was sitting at the table with Elsa and Kristoff, decided to break the silence. He cleared his throat loud enough for the other two to hear.
"So, now that we're all together, I've been meaning to ask," He leaned back in his seat, picking at his auburn sideburns thoughtfully. He gained that habit from his father. "What inspired you to organize this lovely trip for us?"
"Oh! Yes!" Elsa gasped, "Okay, here's the thing. Back at home, I was rummaging through some of my father's papers. You see, I was looking through his and mother's room because…well, they died. I wanted to gather things I could remember them by."
"I'm sorry," Hans interrupted sympathetically.
"It's fine," Elsa assured, waving him off, "anyway, while going through his papers, I found a letter attached to a deed. It was from one of my father's closest friends. Agdar. You see, it said that if anything happened to him, my father, or anyone in his family line can have the rights to the Arendelle Island. But that is only if Agdar's child isn't there to inherit it themselves-"
"And everyone knows that the Arendelle family disappeared fifteen years ago on that very island." Kristoff cut in. "And now it's haunted…"
"It's not haunted, Kristoff! Ghosts aren't real." Elsa countered.
Hans chuckled, "Ah, you've heard the rumors."
"Rumors? With a plural? As in there's more?" Elsa groaned.
"Yes." Hans answered, taking a glass of wine of the tray of a passing waitress. He took a sip. "One I personally find interesting is this. On that island, is a man, that takes any visitor, vacationer, hunter, whatever. And he slowly, mercilessly, and cruelly tortures them. Their screams are so loud that they echo across the whole ocean and into the city of Cape Town."
"Wow...bullshit." Elsa deadpanned.
"Oh, come on. You're no fun." Hans groaned.
"Yeah well, neither are these dumb ass stories you're telling."
"What if they're not stories? What if they're true?" Kristoff smirked.
Elsa reached across the large table to fix herself a second plate. Most of the food was already gone. Why? The blonde man was on his fifth plate, like stated before. "If they were true, then they wouldn't be called rumors."
"Fair enough." Hans laughed, "but about the deed you found?"
"Oh yeah," Elsa got back on track, "So, long story short, I now have the rights to the said Island. And I thought, why not go explore my new land? Get a bit of hunting done along the way?"
Hans was silent. In fact he seemed to be in his own land. A small smirk grew onto his lips and this caught Kristoff's attention.
"Hey Hans!? What are you thinking about over there?"
Hans, a bit startled, shook his head, "I...uh...you...didn't thank me? Yeah. You forgot to thank me, Bjorgman."
Both Elsa and Kristoff were a little confused, though Kristoff was a little more annoyed. "Thank you? Why would I thank you westerguard?" Kristoff huffed, emphasizing Hans' last name. He couldn't stand when people called him Bjorgman. It's like they're taunting him or sassing him and he didn't like either of those.
"For looking after Sven of course?" Hans smiled sincerely.
"I didn't ask you to do such a thing."
"Of course you didn't. But I did it to assist a dear friend of mine. With all the suitcases you two have brung, if i didn't look after Sven, you wouldn't be able to bring him here yourself." Hans pointed out.
"I don't need your help, and I am not your friend."
"Okay!" Elsa interrupted with a clap of her hands, "This was a great dinner! I'm going to bed now, and Kristoff so are you!"
Kristoff mumbled something in protest under his breath but abides nonetheless.
They both stood up and Hans followed, but not before wiping his lips with a napkin. He smiled, "We should be at the island by tomorrow morning. So be ready." Hans bid them a good night and the two blondes started off towards their rooms.
"Well that was...something." Kristoff chuckled, scratching the back of his head nervously. Elsa said nothing. "Look if you're going to do something then do- OW!" He cried, tending to the forming bruise on his shoulder.
Elsa had punched him and she was tempted to do it again, "What the HELL Kristoff!?"
"What?"
"Why can't you see that Hans is trying to be a good guy here? Why can't you see he's trying to be your friend here? I haven't seen him in a long time-"
"I know! He's been your friend since you two were twelve, but as your best friend and brother figure I'm telling you there's something off about him! I don't trust him!"
"Well then start to!" Elsa warned. They both stopped in front of their room doors which were right across from each other, "Because you are going to be around him for a week and I don't want anymore of your bitching about it."
With that, Elsa opened her room door, went inside, and slammed it shut. Kristoff was her best friend and he was her brother figure but sometimes he could just be too overprotective and too paranoid. It really got on her nerve. Elsa sighed and went over to her bed where her bags were placed. The room she picked was pretty large and welcoming. It had one big mirror on one wall and a large dresser on the other. There was one really strong window she had that allowed her to see below the ocean surface. She could see small fish and reflections of the moonlight underwater. It was actually pretty cool. She just hoped she didn't have to see a fucking shark or some shit like that. Her bed was large and in the middle of the room.
There was a large flat screen TV on the wall across from it, and a desk right beside it. She popped one open one of her bags and took out a shirt and shorts, in which she used as pajamas. She stripped herself of her day wear, and put on the nightwear, then she placed her bags on the wooden floor, undid her french braid, ran her fingers through her soft, platinum-blonde hair, and finally, flopped down on her bed. She stared up at the white ceiling, Tomorrow is going to be a long but exciting day. She can only hope Kristoff can get his act together. Other than that, only time can tell what is to come. Hopefully not those bullshit rumors Hans told her about during dinner. Elsa reached over to a lamp on the left side of her bed. She turned off the lamp, and buried herself under the blue blankets of her bed, letting her dreams take over.
~~000~~
"Yes! Interesting isn't it, father?"
"Indeed, Hans it is."
"Who knew, after all these years, it has always been this close!" Hans flopped down onto his king sized bed, holding his phone close to his ears.
"Don't get too excited, boy. You're not done yet."
"I know father."
"Tomorrow, is a big day. I'd suggest you get some rest."
"Of course, father."
"And Hans?"
"Yes?"
"Don't disappointment me."
After that, the call was dead. Hans removed the phone from his ear. That was something he seemed to be good at these days. Being a disappointment to his father. I guess he should be grateful he even has one. Elsa hasn't been as fortunate. He knows she's a strong woman so he's not so worried about how she feels. But her being so strong can actually keep him from prevailing in his quest.
Hans shook his head, sitting up to take off his shirt and his pants. He threw the objects onto the floor and fell back onto the bed. He picked at his sideburns. Tomorrow was going to be a tough day. He meant what he said at that dinner table. Well...kind of. The island is dangerous. In fact, many people who have traveled there never really came back. Search teams traveled to the island to find out what happened, but once again, nobody comes back. Besides, they most likely wouldn't find any bodies if the victims were dead because the animals on the island would've devoured the corpses. Maybe the animals were the killers? No, At least one person would be able to come back if that were the case.
Hans had a plan though. He had brung way more men and women on this trip than anyone who has ever been there. That way, groups would be way bigger than normal, so if anyone was attacked, there would be at least one or two survivors to return to the camp. He'd also make sure to send way more men and weapons out with Elsa, so that she'd be safe. Hans and Kristoff weren't going to be with her. Instead, they were going to be setting up the camp and exploring the land. Elsa was a huntress but Kristoff was a naturalist, so he and Hans would be pretty much stuck together. But that's okay to Hans because he's actually dead set on getting the blonde burly man to like him. Any friend of Elsa's is a friend of his.
Hans sighed and reached over to turn off his bedside lamp. He was ready. Yep, he was prepared for tomorrow. Nothing was going to get in his way of fulfilling his destiny.
Yeah, short and rushed i know. I kind of didn't know how to get this chapter going. Usually i make a plot diagram or something that tells me how a chapter starts, and ends, and what i want to happen in it, then i freestyle the rest...i'm not good at this writing shit but hey! You guys are liking it!
But I have an activity.
I started a poll. Do you think Hans is Good, Bad, or Neutral in this story. Go vote and we'll see what happens in later chapters.
until then! Later Neeeeerds!
-HASFfanatic
(Read if on mobile) PS. I'm trying to make paragraphs shorter for those on mobile, it's just hard because i don't know how large they come out when I publish them. They're short when typed but large when published.
