DOOONG! DOOOONG!

Hans shot awake in his bed, and frowned confused when he looked at the sky. It was barely the beginning of dawn... what had caused abt Lucas to ring the bells so early? Yet, the reason soon came to him in screams of battle and fear.

the monk ran to his window, to see armed people roam into their gardens without any regard for the healthy plants or the sick whom were attended to in the chambers below.

Northmen.

with great disgust Hans looked upon the crazy men, who bit in their shields. the bouncing upon the door entrance to the hall he resided in, made the man aware that he would be in danger if he stayed any longer and he began to run, along with his fellow brothers.

Where to? He had no idea, and Hans prayed to God to show him the way.

"Out of my way!"

Hans hissed when a brother pushed him against the stone walls, crazing through his skin and drawing blood upon his arm. So much for caring for one another... Sometimes Hans wondered if the church wasn't straying from its path. Once he had seen a brother steal from the voluntary taxes they had asked during sunday church. Before the man could recover, another brother passed by, knocking him down once more.

He had to get out of here..

"filthy heretics!"

Hans watched with utter disgust and shock as his fellow brother fell down with an axe in his head. the man looked up, to see a viking step forward, taking the axe out with ease.

Hold on... was that a woman?!

the man was so engrossed in his staring, that he completely forgot the woman spoke to him. a scream tore from Hans throat when the woman slammed him against the wall, asking the same question in her language: "where is the gold?"

"In... church." replied Hans out in the same language with his thick scottish accent coming through.

"You speak our language." spoke the woman with surprise. "where did you learn it?"

It was far more difficult to speak it then to understand it. Once more, Hans replied in their tongue, hoping he didn't say something offensive. "My mother.. was from your country."

"What was her name?" asked another viking woman.

"I do not..know. Monks... did not want to... say...her name. My mother... died from...from..." Hans stuttered as he did not know the norse word for "childbirth." Hans moved his hands arround his stomach to imply a pregnant woman.

"fødsel (childbirth)?" guessed the first woman.

"ja (yes)!" replied Hans with relief. His smile dissappeared quickly when the red-haired woman put a sword at his neck. After that, the woman began to speak so fast in norwegian, Hans could not follow it. But by the tone of her voice it was clear she did not believe him.

"Anna, how else could he know our language!" whispered Elsa in norwegian as she glanced to the priest in front of her.

"It could be a trick from those iron cladded men to have a spy in their midst" replied her sister.

Elsa laughed. "Sister, why would they do that? They know our reputation and they know we take no prisoners."

"Good!" smiled Anna as she raised her sword to remove the man's head.

"Wait!" Elsa took her sister's wrist in an iron grip. "I did not say you could kill him. He can be of great value to us as a slave."

Anna grumbled but pulled Hans' brown robes away to feel his biceps. "As weak as a baby."

"For now. He's healthy and young."

"all the men you could get at Arendel.." Anna shook her head at her sister's interest into the man.

"Don't you start like my father" growled Elsa as she heaved the man up with one hand.

They didn't bind his hands. Hans knew if he even tried an attempt to escape, they would slay him where he stood. Especially that red-haired woman..

"I apologize for my sister." spoke Elsa slowly in norwegian to the monk.

Hans chuckled. "Now that is new. A viking who apologizes. Are you going soft so quickly for me?" the man groaned in pain when Elsa twisted his arm ever so slightly as they walked upon their ship.

"I believe that is still custom in your country. But if you insist on having mine.." smirked Elsa.

Hans grunted when he felt her fists upon his back and head. Her nails ripped through his ragged brown monk clothes, making him naked safe for his private parts, causing laughter from all the northmen.

"Row, slave!"

and he did. For how long he did not know exactly, but he had sported a beard by the time they arrived in Elsa's homeland, so it had to be arround a month. the pains in his muscles soon vanished, making them hard and tanned from both rain and sun.

"Move, faster!"

Hans was not the only prisoner that Elsa had taken with her. A few brothers were here as well. Not that he could count on any of their support: they refused to comply to the vikings - heretics, corrected Hans to himself. they were heretics.

Still.. their refusal to even aid them in their journey home, had caused a rift inbetween Hans and his fellow brothers. They had pride in defying them. Even when Anna - Ah-na, corrected Hans by himself - killed one of them and tossed them out on the sea, they still refused any food.

Hans didn't have any pride. No, scratch that. He didn't have the will to starve himself to death. He wanted to live, even if that meant that he had to follow every word these heretics said.

I do not wish to offend you, m'lord. I merely wish to announce your Name in this world...

"Is that it?"

Hans glanced carefully from under his eyelashes, to see a bulky blonde man come forward.

"Most of them were in good condition before our departure, Kristoff. However, because of their "God", they rather die from starvation then live with us." shrugged Anna.

Kristoff huffed as he noticed the weak state of the monks. "their choice it is. Hell will have them soon enough if she's merciful."

They all died in that same night from their weakened bodies and the harsh cold temperatures. When Elsa glanced in the wooden hut, only Hans was standing up.

"Why did you betray your God?"

"Excuse me?" frowned Hans to the viking woman behind him. Immediately he felt his hand upon him. Right. Looking forward.

"You let us take all your gold. Why betray your god? who's to say you won't betray us as well?"

"Gold is not what matters to Him. Its the ways of the Heart and Mind that are valuable to Him."

"You've a weird religion, priest." spoke Elsa after a long pause. "Heart and Mind.. ha! War is what the Allfather desires, to let us all obtain valhalla!"

"Allfather? that's.. Odin right?"asked Hans.

"Yes. move faster!"

He was brought into a huge house; probably it was of their King, since it was draped with beautiful gold and wolf skin. Hans was put aside several other slaves, and the bidding began from left to right.

"I give 2 sheeps for him!"

"3 gold pieces!"

"I give 30!"

the room went quiet when Elsa's voice galmed across the hall.

"Elsa! what are you-"

"You told me I could get my own slave for my 21st birthday." spoke Elsa coldly to her father as she tugged at Hans' chain. "And isn't a Jarl's word everything?"

Agdarr glanced to the scottish slave. Hardly used to working, he saw that much. "Surely there are other and better-"

"No." Elsa could set her foot down as much as her father. "I want him." Elsa tugged once more, and Hans had no choice but to follow her.

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"That guy... that weasel a few feet away from you, quite had the eyes on me. I pity the slaves who get into his service."

Elsa hummed. "And you, Hans? Are you happy to be in my service?"

Hans paused. "Yes. Yes, I am." a smile tugged at his lips, and the viking woman smiled back, for the first time in forever.