Hans had abandoned Anna and Tintin after he locked them both inside the castle library, and he headed for the council chamber where the Duke and the other dignitaries were gathered.

"It's getting colder by the minute," the Duke muttered. "Forget starving; soon, we'll all freeze to death!" By the time Hans entered the room, he sank into a chair, looking overcome by grief. "Prince Hans!" one dignitary exclaimed, reaching out to him gently. "Prince Hans, what is the matter?"

Hans lowered his head and uttered a short, silent laugh. He had finally laid down the gauntlet. His heist had finally come according to plan. Feigning a sense of guilt, Hans looked up to the dignitaries and said, "Gentlemen, Anna's companion Tintin…is dead."

A hush suddenly fell over as the dignitaries gasped in shock. "How could this have happened?" one man asked. Shaking his head slowly, Hans told them, "Tintin was killed by Queen Elsa." "No!" the Duke exclaimed. With his head in his hands, Hans played the part of a grieving man. "Anna and I, we said our wedding vows," Hans said, "before Tintin died in her arms."

"Well, there is no doubt now," the Duke declared. "Queen Elsa is a monster!" A dignitary placed his hand on Hans's shoulder. "Prince Hans," he said, "Arendelle looks to you now."

Hans nodded grimly, but he was secretly proud. He had never before plotted his ascension to the throne so gloriously as he did now. "And so, gentlemen," Hans declared, "with a heavy heart…I hereby charge Queen Elsa with treason and sentence her to death."

Back in the dungeon cell, Elsa continued to look out the window. The cold winds were now cascading heavily over the village. Elsa was still worried where Anna and Tintin could be right at this moment. She knew they would never survive this weather if they could. Maybe I am a monster," Elsa thought. Her powers had done nothing but cause a great deal of trouble for Arendelle.

Elsa knew that she'd have to leave in order to no longer be a threat anymore to the kingdom. She tugged hopelessly at the chains with great force. But to no abide. The ice was now slithering along the chains like snakes. Tugging and tugging, Elsa finally broke free. As she did, she sent a thunderous crash through the walls of the dungeon. This is it! She could finally escape! She then raced out towards the horizon.

Hans had heard the crash and raced down to the castle dungeons. As he finally reached the dungeons, the Duke and the guards were already there.

"What happened?" Hans demanded.

"The queen has escaped," the Duke said, examining the gaping hole in the wall.

Back outside, the cold winds pounded against Kristoff as he and Sven rode away from Arendelle. Adjusting his scarf, Kristoff continued walking toward the valley as he treaded the path.

But Sven was lagging behind. As Kristoff kept walking, Sven stared longingly back to the village. He shook his head and snorted. Kristoff ignored him and continued up the path. Suddenly, Sven charged in front of Kristoff and stopped him. He faced him directly in the eyes. "What is it, boy?" Kristoff asked.

Sven snorted and nudged his snout on Kristoff's side. "Hey, watch it! What's the matter with you?" Kristoff demanded. Sven nudged him even more, snorting and whinnying and trying to tell him something. "You know I don't understand you when you talk like that," Kristoff explained.

Sven then grabbed Kristoff with his antlers and started carrying him forward. "Hey, stop it! Put me down!" Kristoff ordered. "Put me down right now!" Sven diligently obeyed and plopped Kristoff on the ground, hard. "No Sven," Kristoff told him. "We're not going back." Sven snorted in disapproval.

"Forget it, Sven," Kristoff said. "Tintin is fine, alright? Hans is already taking him to Elsa." Still, he could not see the doubt in Sven's eyes.

Kristoff glanced back to the kingdom to prove his point. But, to his own horror, he suddenly saw dark clouds filling around the castle. Ice was forming around the walls of the castle, plunging it into an even deeper freeze!

"Oh no," Kristoff muttered, suddenly realizing what was happening. "Tintin!" Instantly changing his course, Kristoff hopped onto Sven's back. "Giddyup!" he commanded. Kristoff and Sven then began to gallop rapidly down the pass and return to the kingdom.