When they all first arrived back at Arendelle, it was weird. For Hans, it was like returning home after going on a holiday. He'd gotten to love Arendelle, despite the winter chill that loomed over everything. As he rode back into the frosted village with the queen still wrapped securely in his arms he felt proud, but worried for her health. If anything was wrong he wouldn't know how to explain it to Anna, if she even gave him time to. Hans didn't even know what it was he was supposed to do with Elsa… What does someone do with a magical queen that doesn't trust you who is unconscious in your arms?

He decided that the best thing to do would be to ride to the castle and choose a judgement there. He placed Elsa down on a bed in one of the dungeons, changed back into his travel clothes he'd first arrived in Arendelle in and went up to yet another multi-kingdom meeting.

"Is she alright?" Princess Rapunzel said the minute Hans walked in, sending the room to silence. "Is she alive? What happened?"

"She's fine, everything is okay," Hans smiled at her but Rapunzel seemed on edge, before turning to the Duke of Weselton. "No thanks to you,"

The Duke glared back at Hans. "I'm afraid I don't know what it is you mean, Prince Hans,"

"What I mean is committing treason is a criminal offence," Hans didn't like the way the Duke said Prince. The hiss in his voice made Hans fall from him Royal cloud he'd created for himself. He saw himself as practically King, especially considering that this was his second meeting as the temporary King of Arendelle. For how long would be decided on how the meeting went.

"You committed treason?" One of the other Kingdom's royals asked. "How, I mean, what did he do?"

"He sent two guards forward to help volunteer, then under his commands, the two guards tried to kill Queen Elsa. If I hadn't knocked the crossbow she'd be dead by now… Because of him." Hans glared. "Not- Not to sound big headed or anything…"

The meeting was cut short however by a guard walking into the room.

"Prince Hans," He held the door open. "She's awake."

"I want to see her." Rapunzel stood up just as quickly as Hans did.

"No, not yet… We don't know how well she is yet. I will inform you on how she's doing though."

Princess Rapunzel looked as though she was going to object when Prince Eugene stood and took her hand. "Leave him, Blondie."

Prince Hans then walked down to the dungeons with the guards. He stopped outside the door, lantern in hand. The guards tried to follow him in but he told them to stay outside. Time to stop the winter, Hans thought.

When he first walked into the room, the first thing he picked up on was how small it was. There was only the cold grey floor, the grey walls with one small window and a bed with a blanket on, the blanket now pushed up to one end rather than wrapped around the queen like Hans originally placed it. Queen Elsa was stood near the window, chained hands held closely behind her as she turned and looked at Hans. He placed the lantern down and walked over to her, noting on how much colder the room was now that she was awake and moving.

"I couldn't just let them kill you," Hans explained, moving towards her.

"But I'm a danger to Arendelle," Elsa looked up at Hans, who actually began to feel slightly sorry for her, until she order him to get Anna.

Doesn't she know? Did she really think that Anna wouldn't be the first person to see her if she was there? Surely, surely she knows where Anna is. She knows… doesn't she? Or does she… what if she doesn't know? What if no one knows? How will anyone ever find Anna? "Anna has not returned." He told her. Elsa looked up and out to the frozen Fjord that lies just outside her cell. "If you could just stop the winter… Bring back summer, please."

"Don't you see?" She had a pained look in her eye, but Hans refused to feel pity. There must be something she's hiding. Anna wouldn't just go missing, and if anyone would know it would be Elsa. He tried to read her eyes for a sign that she was lying but he couldn't see any. "I can't…" She muttered.

The realisation of an eternal winter, with no Anna and a queen that can't even control her own power made Hans realise that he was further away from being King than he'd originally thought. What if he never became a king? What if, because of Elsa, he would never get to be a king, prove that he's worthy to be a brother to his brothers and walk back into the Southern Isles with his head held high? Because of Elsa, he might not get his dream.

"You have to tell them to let me go." Elsa begged him.
Don't do it Hans! A voice called out to him in his head. If you let her out she might endanger the entire kingdom! She's better off left here, where she can't hurt anyone and she can't run away from the truth: Because of her, Arendelle will never be the same again. "I'll do what I can," Hans lied. Why would he help her? What had she ever done to help him? Nothing, in fact, almost everything she'd done had un-helped him… she didn't deserve to be let out. She didn't deserve the crown or the throne or the title… Queen Elsa of Arendelle? What did she know about being Queen? Nothing, that's what… But Hans knew about being a King. He could rule Arendelle, without sending the kingdom into an everlasting winter and losing their only princess.

"Well?" The guards ask as Hans steps back into the corridor.

"Keep her in there," He tells them firmly. "But keep her safe. If she gets out… who knows what?"

"Are you sure that's wise, Prince Hans?" Another guard asks.

"Just until Anna returns, if she does." That's when they hear the sound of ice. "What's that noise?" The guards get the key back into the door and try to open it when they can't: it's blocked with a thin layer of ice. "Careful, she's a menace." They start trying to get the door open, and eventual the ice gives way. The door swings open and Hans runs back into the room, only to find the entirety of the windowed wall to be smashed down with, you guessed it: Ice.

It seems there will only be one way to stop that monster. Hans thought as he glared at the frozen over Fjord that somewhere hold the queen.