Me: I've returned everyone for the second time today! :D I'm so pleased with the amount of positive feedback I am getting. :3 It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy. And in reply to SexySlytherin911 (Awesome pen name BTW): X3 I've had lots of practice. Also, Mwhahahah! The dreaded cliffhanger. :D

I only own my Ocs, and I dare you not to feel back for Hans in this one.

His head was bowed, the fire red hair hiding his eyes as he was led up the hall by a guard pulling on a thick iron chain. The white coat he had was missing and both his vest and purple scarf were absent as well. Elsa felt her insides contort when she saw him walk down the hall in such a submissive way. He wasn't the prince that she had met over a year ago that had been brimming with confidence. Now, he was just a pathetic man that seemed ready to face death if that was the punishment. Elsa looked down to see a thin layer of ice forming on her lap and she took a breath.

'Stay calm, he can't hurt me.' She reminded herself and sure enough, the ice retreated. Hans was pushed to one knee and she saw him give the man a weak glare.

"Prince Hans of the Southern Isles, Thirteenth prince of the Southern Isles." Nickolaus began in a regal voice.

"You stand accused of attempted regicide and treason. How do you plead?" The youngest prince was silent before he gave a grunt.

"Guilty." That made Elsa blink. He wasn't going to deny it? Elsa noticed the son that was called Nathaniel was refusing to look at Hans as he stood with his arms behind his back. Nickolaus straightened.

"What compelled you to commit these crimes against Queen Elsa and Princess Anna of Arendelle?" Hans' head snapped up, his mouth pulled back to bare his teeth in a threatening way.

"Why do you think, Nickolaus?! I despite it here! I always have and I always will!" He snapped. The sixth son, Harry fingered his sword, but Nickolaus gave him a stern look, before turning back to Hans, who had a burning look in his eyes.

"How long?" Hans blinked.

"How long have you hated it here?" Hans boldly stood which made the guards jump to defend the king.

"Since I was younger. I was alone and no matter what anyone did, I was a nobody. Just the unlucky thirteenth prince that would never be anything more then an extra." Harry growled.

"Know your place, idiot." Hans' hands clenched tightly.

"Harry, don't be so cruel." Andrew, his twin brother tried to reason with him but Harry just brushed him off.

"You always were nothing more then a loose cannon. You're even more of a failure then you were then!"

"Harry!" Sebastian snapped, glaring at the brunette, but Harry ignored him.

"You're nothing more then a waste of time!"

"SHUT UP!" Hans roared, the chain that had been holding his hands snapped and what surprised everyone in the room were the flames that burned through the thin fabric of the prince's white gloves and started to devour the carpet. Nickolaus stood from the throne and Elsa looked at Hans in surprise as he stood beyond the wall of flames. Hans then turned and dashed out of the throne room.

"Get some water to put out the fire." Nickolaus ordered. Elsa was still reeling from the event. She never knew that he had powers, and she never would have guessed either.

"Nathaniel! Wait!" She looked up to see the prince from before run out the way Hans did. Before she could stop herself, Elsa took off after him, ignoring the calls of both the King and the third prince.

"Hans! Stop!" He heard Nathaniel calling for him, but Hans didn't stop. He couldn't go back and face them again. They wanted him gone, so that is what they would get. Hans left the city and stopped, trying to decide which way to go. There was the bay to the right, but Hans dismissed the option of escape by sea. Where would he go? Besides, no ship would let him sail with them. Swallowing lump in his throat, he ran to his left, towards the brutal plains where no one would think to look for him.

"Hans!" Nathaniel stopped once he was outside the city in time to see the form of his brother becoming a speck on the horizon as he disappeared into the plains. Nathaniel panted and watched until the white of Hans' shirt disappeared completely.

"Hans..." Nathaniel sat there for a long time until a soft voice brought him out of his thoughts. He turned and scrambled to his feet when he saw Queen Elsa standing there.

"Queen Elsa! I-I didn't see you." Elsa just brushed him off.

"It's alright, Prince..." He lightly smiled.

"Nathaniel, the eleventh prince." Nathaniel bowed to her and she looked out the way his eyes had been looking a moment earlier.

"I never knew..." She muttered and Nathaniel nodded, casting a sad look in the direction the youngest prince had gone.

"He hid it well." He replied, before he gave his head a shake.

"Come, let us head back to the castle." He offered a hand to her which she gracefully took and followed the prince back towards the city.