**This is not my original story, thank you! I just love the movie "Frozen." Again, I took these chapters from my Quotev account, because for some reason, I wonder if things were just mixed up, or I'm an idiot. I don't know. Anyway, thanks for reading! :)**
Hans stepped from stone to dirt as he exited the kingdom. The borders of Arendelle itself stretched for miles beyond the castle itself. Hans was unsure exactly where that was; there was no actual sign nor marker that would tell him that.
Hans wondered if anyone found it odd that his body was wandering off by himself. If he wasn't surrounded by a guard, he thought with a regretful pang, that everyone would have known that he was a prince, or at least part of some nobility. That way, this wouldn't have happened. He cursed himself for the upteenth time, and swore that if he ever got out of this, he would never go off on his own again.
The troll continued to walk. Beyond the castle were foothills some kilometers off. After that, mountains. Hans had no doubt that this was where he was intending to go. But why? Hans had a sinking feeling that maybe he was brought here just so that Arnie could destroy his body, become a troll again, and have Arendelle authorities find him dead on the soil of their kingdom.
This feeling sank deeper as he thought that maybe if he were found dead there, his own kingdom from the Southern Isles would declare war on Arendelle. Of course there would be no proof of this, but that wouldn't stop growing suspicions. Princess Elsa, soon to be Queen Elsa, would surely not be so inclined to forgive him. If anyone knew her, it would be her sister. No guilt shone from Anna's beautiful face, and he knew she was telling the truth about Elsa's icy personality.
He shuddered at the thought. Arnie continued on, oblivious, as far as Hans could tell. Arnie never said—or thought anything back to Hans.
Mountains crested in front of Arnie, and he didn't pause, regardless that Hans could feel his body tiring, even though he wasn't in control. It was a strange feeling.
The mountain had a path that crossed in different directions to make the climb less arduous. Arnie did pause after forty-five minutes, placing Hans's gloved hand on the trunk of a nearby tree. So he could feel it too, Hans thought. It was difficult to be sure with this type of magic.
After five minutes, with Hans's body still breathing laboriously, he continued up the hill. Hans had a fleeting image of a glass of water imprinted on his mind. His tongue felt dry, and sweat covered his back uncomfortably.
The climb seemed to go on for hours until his body reached a clearing. More boulders stretched out in front of them, almost in ranks. Though unmoving, Hans wouldn't be fooled again.
"Prince Hans of the Southern Isles!" Arnie called out. Hans heard the same whiny voice coming from his own mouth and felt disgusted with this troll. He already felt humiliated at this mistake of being alone when he was captured.
The boulders seemed to unravel themselves. Small but chubby arms and legs rolled out from among the boulders as they too revealed faces. Hans would have thought they would have looked cute, but the fact that he was just captured by them made that thought much less appealing.
Another boulder, which looked more important with the rest of them, wearing a green cape Hans assumed was made of moss, and a bone necklace stepped out from among the trolls. His rockish face looked weathered and old, and his little beady eyes peered up at Hans.
"This is him?" He asked, his voice gruff.
Hans found himself nodding his head.
"Sit down, then," the troll said. He then sat down on the ground, his stubbly rock toes ridiculously large compared to the rest of his foot.
"Shall I take off the mind control, Pabbie?" The troll asked. "Please, it's taxing to keep this human in check."
"Yes, yes. He can't try to run away, anyway."
The weight lifted from Hans's chest. He could breathe easier, and he flexed his fingers in front of him. The troll was right. He would probably sooner be killed by the trolls than be let free.
He then glared at the troll named Pabbie.
"What do you want with me?"
The troll met his gaze steadily. "You do not intimidate me, human. You, made of weak flesh and bone. My fist would end your life had it struck your head."
"Then why didn't you?" Hans held back the spite, knowing that being angry would not get him answers. Better to be calm.
"Why would I? If I wanted to kill you human, don't you think your head would be smashed in by now?"
Hans's blood turned cold. "What do you mean? Why am I here?"
**Pabbie chuckled, and a troll called out, "Pabbie, tell him, he's going to be controlled, anyway!"
"Silence!" Pabbie yelled, and the chatter of the trolls died down to nothingness. "He'll know soon enough."
"Yes, and I'd like to know," Hans cut across him, heatedly.
"You forget you are at our mercy," Pabbie told him. "It wouldn't do to argue with us."
Hans didn't speak, but stared at Pabbie intently.
"You're here, because we want to start a war with Arendelle."
"What?" Hans's mouth dropped. "Why? What good would that do?"
Pabbie smiled grimly. "It would do everything to help us, Hans. You see, once the Southern Isles starts a war with Arendelle, you humans will destroy each other. Your countries are equally matched in militia and naval forces, and once that happens, we won't have to live in the mountains anymore."
Hans was stunned. "Just like that? You would sacrifice thousands of people, just to find a new home?"
Pabbie shrugged. "It's nothing personal, really. Business, you know. Men have been killed for less."
"And somehow that eases your conscious?" Hans spat.
"Watch your tongue!" Pabbie snapped.
"Or what?" Hans snarled. He reached into his boot and pulled out a knife. The trolls around him gasped as he pointed it at his own heart. "If I die, your plan is void."
"No, don't!" Pabbie cried out.
Hans raised an eyebrow, and smiled in what he thought was an arrogant manner, cocking his head to the side. "Business, you know?"
Several of the trolls snarled.
"You would take your own life to save your kingdom? Foolishness. I wouldn't expect any man to be so selfless."
**"Are you sure you want to test that?" Hans asked. Anna's face flashed before his eyes as he slowly turned the knife in towards himself.
"Wait, no!" Pabbie's eyes widened.
Hans lowered the knife, his heart hammering against his chest. "Take me back to Arendelle, or I swear I shall kill myself and your plans will be ruined."
"Yes, of course." An evil glint came to Pabbie's eyes, and before Hans could react, he felt one of the troll's hands on his chest, the weight returning, feeling like it would crush his heart.
He cursed himself.
"Stupid human," Pabbie spat. "Did you really think you could negotiate with us? You must be a special kind of idiot."
At least I'm not a coward, Hans thought as his body stood up.
"Give him to me," Pabbie said, standing and waddling forward. "If you want something done right, you have to do it yourself."
Hans's body knelt down, and Pabbie placed his own stony hand upon his chest. Hans felt something moving out of his body as something entered in. It was a second Hans knew, but that may be all he needed.
If he ever got the chance again.
Hans stood up again, and another troll beside him materialized. They must somehow disappear inside his body until they come out.
It would be a long night, he thought.
Pabbie guided Hans's body back through the night. He could just barely see the lights of Arendelle shining brightly against the night, hopeful lights for Princess Elsa's coronation. The coronation itself was very short, and actually quite private, from what Hans knew of coronations. For all Hans knew, Elsa was now the Queen of Arendelle. A weight besides Pabbie's settled in his stomach like a jagged boulder. What would happen?
He could barely see where Pabbie was going, nor did he care. He knew where he was headed, anyway. The travel was a blur of forestry, and soon Pabbie stepped onto the cobblestones, crossing part of the fjord and into the castle itself.
The same guards were standing at watch, and they straightened up at Hans's approach.
Pabbie simply nodded to them. Then it hit Hans that Pabbie didn't know what Arnie did mere hours ago. The guards greeted him with hasty, "Your Highness," and bowing. It didn't matter, anyway.
Pabbie walked into the castle. No one asked him any question as to where he had gone. They probably had assumed he was going among Arendelle, familiarizing himself with the kingdom.
There Anna was, and her face lit up as she saw him in the crowd. She ran to him, her dress flowing about her. Her hair was pulled up to the back of her head, braided and tucked in.
And he felt sick, unsure of what Pabbie had in mind. No other troll had come with him, so as not to be conspicuous.
Then it hit him. Pabbie was alone.
ANNA! He screamed in his mind, pushing as hard as he could at Pabbie. Anna, I'm here, don't trust him! He pushed and pushed at him, but Pabbie only grunted, and threw Hans off.
**[I can't remember this part very well, so it won't be exactly like the movie, but the general idea is the same. —Prue Lawrence]
"Is something wrong?" Anna. No—Hans struggled as Pabbie spoke.
"No. Anna, right?"
Anna beamed. "Yes."
Hans found himself at the balcony with Anna. No one was there, curiously. Hans sat on the balcony, and he and Anna started talking.
The conversation went to Elsa, Anna's sister.
"I have twelve brothers," Hans told her. How did he know that? Hans thought frantically. Was it possible his own memory bank was being taken over as well?
The conversation went on. Anna expressed that she felt shut out by her sister, and Hans felt Pabbie's shoulders relax.
"I would never shut you out," he told her. Hans winced. Pabbie would do much more than shut Anna out.
Hans and Anna walked around the castle grounds. Anna was slowly falling in love with Hans, but she didn't realize that it was Pabbie.
Finally, Hans got down on one knee and asked Anna to marry him. Hans screamed in his mind, but Anna would never hear him. This was how Pabbie would start the war, Hans realized. He would kill her, the one woman he had ever known who made him feel happy.
Pabbie guided Anna back to the castle; she was elated, and if it was possible, her beautiful face shone even brighter than it had before.
Elsa was standing at the edge of the room, standing up straight and regal. Cold. She held her hands together in front of her body neatly, and her eyes trailed over the room; present, but detached.
Pabbie held Anna's hand as they seemingly glided across the room. Hans screamed and screamed for Pabbie to stop, but his body wouldn't obey him, and he was forced to watch helplessly as the troll's plan came into action.