" Going somewhere?"

Hans stepped back. He forgotten his stomach longing for food and gazed up at the person in front of him. It was Klaus, his first brother. First in line for the throne. Because Klaus is eldest of the thirteenth brothers, he thinks it's his responsibility to make sure they have a role model to look up to, especially when their mother and father aren't around. He is kind,noble,and responsible. While Hans was growing up, Klaus was very busy. Evidently because he was supposed to take the throne once their parents past away, he needed to fill up on knowledge of being a future ruler. One of those many things to gain as a trait was responsibilty. With Klaus's busy schedule, he wasn't there to terrorize Hans like the others did. He did occasionally laugh when jokes and insults were directed at the young prince, but, all the brothers laughed at each other when their 'insult fights' took place.

He was muscular, and tall. At least 6'4 . His hair was a deep brown, the same color as his eyes. In addition to his physical appearance, his chocolatey sideburns flowed nicely into a perfect mustache.

Klaus had a grim expression placed on his face. To know that his youngest brother almost murdered someone was alot to take in. Still, his duty as future king was to make sure that there was always equality in political situations like this. He also had yet to know if the court was going to be involved, so if he can punish Hans with something that can't be worse with whatever the court was going to give him, then that would be preferable.

Hans greeted his oldest brother with a slight wave, "Hello...Klaus, how hav-"

Klaus cut him off, " Don't even think about asking me that. What I'd like to know is what was going on inside your head at Queen Elsa's coronation!"

Hans shrunk. He lowered his gaze to the floor,not wanting to remember anything about the party. " I do not wish to speak about that event right now. Howev-"

"Excuse me? Have you forgotten who you are talking to? Baby Hans, I have every single right to question you about what happened in Arendelle! Our country could be in danger! Arendelle has a sorcerer for a ruler! If they chose to start a war, we could all die!" Klaus rose his voice. He was definitely furious.

Hans winced at the nickname. He hated it when his brothers called him that. 'Baby', he wasn't a baby. He was a grown man, and it's time they should start treating him like one. Of course though, he tried to show no irritation when his siblings were teasing. He brought his head up and stared Klaus in the eyes.

" I know that my actions, regarding Arendelle were very immature, atrocious even. I know what the law says about murder and kidnapping. I am willing to face whatever fate I must encounter."

The eldest prince nodded his head, and began to walk out the room. He stopped midway, " I'll hold a meeting about your punishment tomorrow night. Before then, you are to stay in the castle. I will also be taking note of everything that has been written in the documents the guards had handed Alex."

The ginger nodded respectively. Internally he was raging but dared not to show it.

"You've had a long day, you need your rest. Goodnight...dear brother." Klaus said as he headed out of the room, shutting the door behind him.

Hans sighed. A sad, long sigh.


Hans slipped out of the guard's sight. He was as cunning as he was good-looking, and the boneheaded guards only helped his ''escape''. If you could call it that.

He tried not to look too flashy with the clothes he chosen to wore. But he also didn't want to look like a commoner. So he had chosen something in between. It also helped him because of the camouflage it provided. And since he was just making his way to the forest, he saw it fit to wear something that would assist his hunting. A brown and dark green cloak that had the two colors fading in and out of each other. He wore tan pants and leather hiking boots. A bag over his shoulder to nestle in whatever fowls he catches, and his sword sheathed he disappeared behind a bramble of bushes.

Other than Klaus, none of his brothers bothered to greet him. Or ask him any questions or just had the energy to say something nice. Even something insulting would've put the thought in his head that his brothers cared to speak with him. Typical.

Instead of staying in the castle for the night he chose to sneak out. And only after three hours since his brothers arrived home,aswell as the little chat with Klaus took place; they'll never notice he was gone. Note the sarcasm. Of course his brothers would find out; but since he's already playing with fire, why not give more danger to the odds.

He'd come back home eventually, just not now.

The prince enjoyed the crisp summer air, the chirping of crickets , and the sway of the trees. Nature was certainly a beauty. Seeing something out of the corner of his eye, Hans aimed and pushed the trigger on his rifle.

A perfect shot!

One large and rather plump duck came falling from the sky. He was indeed an excellent huntsman. Just not so good in the memory department...

He had forgotten that he needed the dogs to locate any prey that was shot out of the sky. He facepalmed, and tried his best to find the bird on his own.

Nighttime wasn't an ideal time for hunting. Infact in The Southern Isles it was the worst. Wolves and bears roamed forests at almost every time of day. Which was another good reason to have dogs around. They'd be able to sniff out their evolved cousins and warn the hunters. But Hans would just have to trust his gut. The youngest prince pushed through limbs of trees and those annoying leaves that always seemed to get in your way. The moon was full and bright. It was the only thing that made it easy to see, and even so, it was still troublesome to see in the dark.

Squirrels were nuzzling their mates or collecting nuts,acorns, small berries and such. Some scurried around trees trying to hide from predators. A nighttime breeze grazed Hans on his cheek. The ginger trudged up a steep slope- crushing dried leaves underfoot. It seemed like it was a path. He figured since the usual clumps of trees were cleared,and unusually positioned in a parallel line. Maybe it lead to a cottage by a riverbed, or some lodged cabin.

If so, he doubted anyone was inside. The village side was far away from the woods-which were where most, if not all, the Southern Isles residents lived. He had been told that some lumberjacks might build their home near a forest after they required the land. But if there were loggers residing near then wouldn't the prince see tree stumps and tree markers? Then again, logically speaking, trees grew from the bottom up. Hence the lack of cut trees and stumps.

The path was soon adorned by flowers. Lilacs, daffodils,buttercups. Roses that have been tied to vines, were delicately laced around trees. Making it a quite welcoming scenery. Perhaps a young gent made this a spot to propose to his loved one. It would be romantic, very unique. Sometimes Hans would see men proposing to their future wives-who were too stunned too speak, or too happy that they kissed their finances , whenever he walked towards the village. Commoners saw it as a blessing to have one of their princes witness an act of true love. Fairy tales had said that the young couples who were watched by royalty would have a greater life than they could ever imagine. Too bad it was all just a silly fairy tale, that parents told their kids in hopes that their offspring would adore their rulers much more. Speaking of flowers...

Lilacs...were hanging down from the balcony at Elsa's coronation. And when he and Anna waltzed around the waterfalls, the moonlight gleamed over the prettiest patch of tulips. Oh, and the surface of the water was crowded with pink Night Bloom Water Lilies. He could've sworn the flowers arranged themselves and bloomed into a heart. Many vines were entwined around pillars of boulders at the falls too. They were tied to poppies and morning glories.

Trying to move onto something other than flowers, it did though, make a lovely scene. A scene he was trying to discard from his memory.

Wait...what? Hans strained his ears to pick up a sound. He thought he heard a voice.


" So what are we going to do with the runt?" Nikolaus asked impatiently tapping the end of his pencil on the edge of the table. He was big bro number three. Extremely arrogant,extremely bossy, but extremely handsome. His hair was a luxurious dark brown, accompanied by a goatee and a mustache. He too shared the same brown eyes many of his brothers inherited.

"Personally , I think we should let Queen Elsa and Princess Anna decide what to do with him." came a reply that belonged to the voice of Andrew who was disinterestedly tugging a strand of his hair. Silky black hair, and pearly white teeth, Andrew was prince number sixth. " Afterall," He continued, " Hans was the one who almost killed them."

Klaus rested a hand on his forehead. He sighed. " I still don't know. I'm going to stay true to my word and host a meeting tomorrow night." The eldest got up from the table, straightening his tie. " Until then, I've already made it clear that Hans isn't allowed to leave the castle."

Derek and Damien yawned. They were prince number seven and prince number eight. Aka the twins. Damien got up from the table," Finally! This boring meeting is over!"

" I was just about to say that." his brother yawned. The twins both had strawberry-blonde hair, and blue colored eyes. They were absolutely double trouble, pranksters,jokers, the worst. The troublesome duo said a quick " G'night." and headed towards their room.

The rest of the brothers didn't bother to contribute to the conversation. Contemplating what to do with Hans was enough, and they had no interest in sharing their thoughts. They did, however ask questions briefly and looked through the documents. All of the siblings said their 'farewells' and 'see ya in the morning', before leaving the meeting room.


Hans pushed away at a branch that was blocking his way. He heard the voice again. And surprisingly, it seemed like it was singing.


Hi guys and gals! Hoped you enjoyed the third chapter! Special thanks to : Shawn Raven for being my first reviewer on this story. In addition to that he also gave me a fantastic idea relating to Hans's punishment. Don't worry I won't put Hans through to much pain. And just to give ya guys a heads up, I will be introducing the character that will change alot of things in the story. And also I'll be introducing my Oc in the next chapter, or at least chapter five. Thankyou all for the help, the courage, the support! Peace out rainbow trouts!