"You are absolutely crazy going out of my Guard's protection. For God's sake Anna what were you thinking?" snapped Hans as he let her drink from a bottle of wine. It would make her drunk, which was his intention to numb the pain that would follow.

The princess had broken her arm due to falling from her horse and she would even have been crushed under the calvary, if Prince Edward hadn't pulled her to safety in time.

"I'm the only one who may kill you" slurred Anna with unfocused eyes and a big grin on her face as the alcohol began to work. "Don't you tell me what to do, you stupid red."

"Bite on it." Ordered Hans as he shoved a piece of blanket in her mouth. The prince used his weight to keep her down and nodded to Cassandra to begin. He closed his eyes when he heard Anna's muffled screams due to the sudden movement of her broken arm and after Cassandra nodded that it was done, the prince let his unconcious former fiancé go.

"She will be alright." Spoke Cassandra softly as she saw the prince's worried face when the sleeping princess was dragged to the hospital. "Her arm will heal. It will not be working as good as it once would, but… she won't lose it unlike so many unlucky."

"Sire?" Hans glanced to the incoming messenger, who held a small paper in his hand. "There is a letter for you."

Even from afar, he could see the Crocus seal of Arendelle and a smile came up his face. "Thank you" As quick as he could, the man opened the letter, eagerly reading what Elsa wrote him.

Dear Hans,

All is going well here with me – only the fear of losing you keeps me awake at night. Well, that and Iwar off course. He's quite taken with the Christmas present you sent to him – already he's playing with the horses and sword like a general leading its troops, just like his father.

Hans gently stroked the letter at seeing his son's name. He hadn't even seen him yet, as he had ordered Elsa out of the warfare before her pregnancy became too noticeable. But according the descriptions she gave by letter, Iwar had Elsa's features, safe for dark brown hair like the boy's grandmother.

Besides a few trusted ones, their son was kept a secret, living in the far north with the Sami– after all assassins were easy to get through any castle. No one would ever expect the Prince of Arendelle to be with 'filthy commoners'.

He's quite quick off some adventure if we don't keep a close eye on him. Last time he nearly would have fallen through the Ice if Kristoff hadn't pulled him back to safety, sinking into the cold water himself. Don't worry, he's fine. He's got a thick skull – but please don't tell Anna. She would give Sven away if Kristoff would ever go ice harvesting again. Please, do her and Rapunzel my regards.

Love, Elsa.

Hans blinked his eyes dry as he thought of his little family he hadn't seen in ages.

For over 2 years they were now at war, and it began to weight upon them all. It took 8 months to break the Northern Invasion of Arendelle. To stop the loss of unnecessary lives, The prince had offered the Northern Isles amnesty if they kept out of the war between Arendelle, Corona and the Southern Isles: no revenge would be taken for their part in the war. The same had been offered to Dunebroch, but unlike the Northerners, they kept stubbornly at Yarwin's side.

However, the Northern Isles had agreed, and taken their troops back home – a small victory was theirs, but the war was not. Corona still was under siege by the Southern Isles. He could ignore them, but then he would break his own vows regarding the Northern Star Alliance. Not only that, but the chance existed that they could overrun Corona and lay siege to a now very vulnerable Arendelle – the queen had taken her troops with his after all. Sure there were still reserves left in the castles of the Lords, but hardly enough to hold out a possible invasion.

It took another year and 7 months before Corona was freed. Queen Rapunzel had promised to stand at his side when he would go for King Yarwin himself. As had Arendelle and Andalasia. However… to fight the men he had once called friends, drained him in guilt every time it came to a confrontation. He wanted to be King for the sake of stability, for the sake of offering them protection. The moment he lays siege to the Southern Isles, not only soldiers but innocent commoners would be in the middle of it all.

Hans sighed and stared to his desk full of papers, candles and maps of geography. He would love to serve Yarwin's guts to the dogs for what he did, but he had to think of his people first. After thinking a little while on his words to the unrightful King of the Southern Isles, the prince began to put his words down.

"You said he wasn't a threat." Yarwin stared down at the Captain of the Guard who was brought before him.

"Yes, sire. He has never been popular among the people. Especially not after his crime to Arendelle." Stammered the man. "He has nothing to back himself with. A prideful boy he's at best."

"Nothing…" cooed the man softly as he stood up from the Throne. "He's just a boy…" he stepped downwards till the Captain could stare at Yarwin's feet. "A boy who nearly won every battle, a boy who has himself backed with 50.000 men strong!" with a roar the man struck the captain on the cheek, leaving a blood red print as a reminder of his rage. "Get out!" Yarwin returned to the throne, his fists clenched in anger at the mere taunting of the youngest prince in his letter.

He would not lose to that insolent criminal who thought he could have the throne by merely throwing his name around. His eyes wandered around, hearing suddenly the whispers of the court. He saw glimpses of relief accompanied with the mention of Hans' name.

He had been merciful to the loyalists to the former King… it seems he needs to change his approach. They had had way too much freedom – give them too much and they will take everything.

Not a half an hour later after Yarwin's decision, the main square's grounds were painted red from the ministers' beheadings.

Hans clenched his hand around his sword when he saw not Yarwin, but the master of arms himself who had allied himself with the ursurpator. To say they didn't like each other was a mild way to put it. Many times too often the instructor had taken glee in the then untrained Hans, battering him blue.

"I come here on behalf of King Yarwin the first, rightful ruler of the Southern Isles." The silence kept building up, as neither Hans or any or his allies returned its greeting.

"Has Yarwin grown so fat upon my throne that he doesn't have the audacity to see me for himself?" bit Hans to the messenger.

"King Yarwin doesn't concern himself to meet with a traitor. A name you may have, but that doesn't give you the right to rule." huffed the man arrogantly back.

"Treat carefully, Lord Raynar. You have messenger's immunity, don't think that will stand when you're only here to throw insults."

"Threaten me all you want, it's the truth." Spoke the man in a manner of fact. "Don't you think this war is a little out of hand? There are already enough deaths to last a lifetime."

Hans stayed quiet for a few seconds at his last remark. "You're right." Agreed the man, causing surprised looks from Anna, Eugene and Edward. "People don't need to die any further for the personal quibble between myself and Yarwin." His eyes then flickered back up to meet that of Raynar's. "Convince him to bend the knee to me, dog. If he doesn't, he suffers the same death as that of my brothers" Hans pulled his reigns back to indicate the conversation was over and done with, when the shoutout of Raynar made him stop.

"You can stick your offer up your ass!"

The hiss of metal drawn was the last thing Raynar heard before his head was removed from his neck. The other guards that had accompanied the now headless lord, hesitated to draw theirs.

"I hope you are not his Kingsguard to meet my sword tomorrow, should Yarwin have the balls to face me on the battlefield" glared Hans to the remaining men. "Get out and give his body back to his family members." Pointed Hans to the grey corpse before giving his horse the command to return to his camp.

Apparently you all loved this scenario so much… XD and who wouldn't? Hans being a total badass warrior-King is something I wished we could see – unfortunately, its Disney. Poor children would get scarred for life.

I made him quite dark here, which was my intention. That guy has been at war for 2 years – Any little insult becomes something big in his eyes. Hans has always been quite a ruthless man, but with the loss of his family and the continuous killing makes him hot-tempered too. (get it? HOT-tempered? XD okay that was lame.)