Chapter Seven

Elsa stood beside Edmund and held his hand as the funeral for Hans began. Tears streamed down his face as he watched the closed casket come by. He took a deep breath.

Snow lightly fell around the Isle. Edmund knew he was the one causing it and so did the people. They did not seem to mind though. After the major droughts the island had been having, snow was a welcomed change.

Hans' green eyes flew opened. He tried to get up, but that proved to be a mistake. Dizziness overcame him and he immediately regretted his previous action. He lay back down and took several deep breaths.

"I am glad to see you are awake," A female voice said.

The youngest prince of the Southern Isle started to rise up again. The dizziness started to come back as he moved.

"Oh, don't move please. You will get sick." Gentle yet firm hands placed him back down on the bed slowly. "I am Joan."

"I-I-I- a-a-a-a-am H-H-H-H-H-Hans," the red haired man stammered.

Joan smiled at him. "I know. My people have heard and watched you for a long time, Prince Hans of the Southern Isles. We have noticed your ability over the fire and offer our services to help you control it."

Hans looked down nervously. He began to wonder where he was on the island and who these people were. He looked at the young woman in front of him. She was quite beautiful if he were to be honest with himself. She had long dark chocolate colored hair and beautiful eyes that reminded him of almonds. Her skin was beautiful as well. It was flawless and pale.

The red haired man took a deep breath. He needed help controlling his powers. He knew that; perhaps this was the answer he was looking for. He cleared his throat. "Okay. I do want your help, but before I start any type of training; I need to go to Arendelle. I need to beg for forgiveness for the crimes I have committed."

Joan nodded. "I shall assist you on this journey."

"That's not necessary."

"You do not know how to control your powers. IF you get out of control again, you may cause more damage than what you did at the jail."

A conflicted look came across Hans' face. He did not want to put this young woman in danger. He did not know what all the people of Arendelle would do to him if he went back, but he knew she had a point. He did want to hurt people like he had done in the jail.

Budda flinched as Grandpappi yelled at her. "I cannot believe you and they," he said pointing to several adult trolls, "did that! When they return from the funeral, you are going to have to go to them and apologize and tell them what you did."

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