King Christian IV shifted in his seat lazily, one leg draped over the chair of his ornate, gilded throne. "Enough of this petulant snivelling" Christian shouted, spittle flying out of his mouth as he spoke, "just tell me the sorceress' reaction!".
"Of course your high grace", Grand Admiral Harmsen said, "our glorious navy has been dispatched towards their waters, and out informants have noted no substantial mobilisation of their navy! Their forces will be routed, I'm sure."
"You're SURE? HANS! Come forward". Prince Hans shuffled forward, pushing past generals decked in golden medals and ribbons, before bowing before his eldest brother. "Now, tell me Hans, what is that ice witch capable of?". Hans stared at the step in front of the High Throne, hands fidgeting at his sides as he spoke, "She can conjure ice from nothing, create huge icy storms, and even make ice monsters, your grand excellency".
"You hear that you bunch of ageing buffoons, this is not going to be some glorious battle where we rely on might to crush our enemies, we MUST rely on more Machiavellian methods in order to kill this ice witch, we will not be able to destroy her and her meddling kingdom by conventional means." Impressed at his own speech, Christian pulled himself to his feet, his ornate golden crown sliding at a jaunty angle. "You will hold back all of our forces until I say you attack, if any shots are fired at any Arendellian ship or man, I will have your head myself, now get out of my sight." Christian plopped back into his chair, his chestnut hair tumbling around his shoulders at the motion.
As the throne room emptied, Christian called for his orderly, "You, boy, go get the Spymaster General, and be quick about it, otherwise I will flay you". The young serving boy quickly bowed, muttering Christian's honourific styles as he ran towards the exit. "Heh, that aught to get him moving" Christian smiled to himself at his proposed cruelty, before fiddling with the crimson sash of office that draped over his shoulders. A slight cough roused the King from his trance, making his eyes shoot up towards the large iron studded, oaken doors at the end of his throne room. "Your grand excellency, you sent for me".
The Spymaster was a personal favourite of Christian's, not only because of the skills he possesses, but the help he gave in Christian's ascent to the throne. Nobody knew his name, however, and he kept it as a closely guarded secret, killing any who attempted to find out. He simply was the Spymaster. The Spymaster moved slowly towards the High Throne, his jet black hair flowing behind him, and his black cloak softly scraping upon the granite floor. "Yes, Spymaster, I am in need for your subterfuge this day, it is imperative you succeed, the invasion of Arendelle counts upon it." "So I've heard". No other man could talk to Christian in this matter, as even the King feared the power the Spymaster wielded, his network of informants and spies were rivalled throughout the Western world, with many countries, even Britain, trying to hire him for their own ends. "I need you to find out Elsa's weaknesses, otherwise she will wipe out our entire invasion forces, and if possible, take her out". "I have some men working on this already, ever since Prince Hans returned from Arendelle". "Good, I want to be updated as much as possible, and Spymaster, be quick about it". "Of course". With that, the cloaked Spymaster turned on his heel, slowly walking out of the throne room, leaving Christian fumbling with his sash.
Author's Note:
Just a little note from me, I am going to be aiming to keep these chapters as short as possible, not only does it mean I can churn out these POV chapters quickly, it provides a simple, easy read, compared to other, lengthier FanFic's. I will lengthen them when appropriate, for battles for example, but for the time being, they will be easily digestible, focusing upon one setting and one character. Again, I will for sure change this when I deem necessary, but for now it works for my style and vision. :)