AN - Welcome back readers! Yes I am in school so I am extremely busy as usual, but I hope you like the chapter I worked hard on.
This chapter will be the final chapter of the flashbacks with Hans after he was thrown in jail and had his wrists broken.

Flashback: 3/3

Rated: Mature (M) because of mentions of suicide which may be disturbing for some.

Next chapter: back in Arendelle.

"Never make a decision when you are upset, sad, jealous or in love" - Mario Teguh.

Southern isles.

Ever get that twisted sort of nerve sitting impatiently in the pit of your stomach? For example on your birthday when opening presents is a good butterfly feeling because you are excited to see what you got. On the other hand if you were just thrown in jail, had your wrists broken and now someone was coming down the creaky stairs then it's a dreadful feeling of butterfly's.

Or instead of this situation, another panicked feeling is when you have invited your friends to your birthday party and you are wondering as to if they will show or stand you up instead. Nevertheless, one of those excruciatingly befuddling situations filled with fear of the philosophers have stated that mankind's fear is of the unknown, hence why in the Great Depression in America during the 1930's used to treat black people as slaves, simply because they didn't understand and had no intention of doing so.

Hans sat in anticipation in his dingy cell, praying that it was someone worth seeing. His feelings began to crumble, what if it was the executioner? Then again, why bother injuring him like this if they planned to hang him anyway? It would be pointless. Rapidly, his heart was filled with doom and gloom, assuring himself that it'd be better if he was hung as the final outcome of this.

He suddenly thought of something he thought wouldn't have to remember: The doomed day his mother committed suicide. Now as a innocent four year old, suicide will not sink in and therefor should be mentioned in a lighter way such as 'she has passed away' or 'she's gone to heaven.' This is for sensible reasons of course, your child will and should not understand at that age what it is.

For Hans he was told she went to live with the angels and Hans was filled with a thick feeling of melancholy. He didn't understand why she left to go live with angels, why were angels better than us? His father was flooding the palace with the endless tears of pain and misery, which only made Hans more inquisitive as to why his mother would leave his father to tumble into this depressive state.

As time flowed through the era's, Hans grew physically and mentally. This allowed the king after seven years to gradually explain the truth to him. As he was only eleven, it was still a sore subject and STILL needs to be addressed properly, using little to no uncomfortable details.

Has remembers as clear as day as that young near teenager, wondering why his mother ended her life. What baffled him more was why no one stopped her, considering she was a Queen. His father would rabble on about how she decided to do it during the night, so no one would intercept this frightful choice.

Why? What Queen full of radiant smiles would even consider such..?

Most people who decide to go down that route are depressed or at an all low of their life. Particularly after close family member deaths or bullying/ exclusion from others.

What went wrong?

"Hans, you have to understand that there is more then you can even comprehend that would've triggered this.." His father said Solemnly.

"But..mother was the happiest person I knew.." He replied, still confused.

"Happiness was a show Hans, she couldn't face showing her despair to you and your brothers, it would be unethical," He lowered his head.

"But...what was it?"

Hans cocked his head upright, what was the tragedy that occurred? Hans couldn't quite remember what his father told him, but he was sure it was something to do with the fact that her Sister/Hans's auntie was assassinated. Who by on the other hand, they had no idea, but whoever did it must've hated her.

Unexpectedly, Hans saw a silhouette trudging down the stairs with two other shadows following like lost sheep's, almost merging with the first shadow.

He closes his eyes like the coward he was, hoping it was someone to stop this. Someone to stop this visions caused by his increasingly painful injury weighing his arms down like a ball and chain.

Emerging from the shadows was a tall, plump guy staring at him with a gaze all too familiar: his father.
He glared at him, then transferred a look of shock to him as he rushed to his cell door.

His skinny, puny guards trembled behind him, fumbling nervously with the door keys. The furious king lit up with a red glow, angered and worried by the state Hans was in.

"Execution shows more mercy than this act someone has pulled," He hissed, infuriated by what lay upon his eyes.

"You..didn't order this..?" Hans quietly spoke.

"No," He replied. "Hurry up with the keys you bumbling idiots, can't you clearly see my son is in dire need of medical attention?!" He roared at the fools.

"Y-yes sir, right away sir!" They chimed, stuttering in the process.

The King tapped his boot frustrated, until finally the guards managed to find the key out of the other thirty they had to check. Without haste, they slotted the key in the steel door and opened it up.

"Quickly now you fools, lift him!"

They did as they were commanded and used all of their might to lift him off the floor, half unconscious up the stairs and all the way to the medical facility.

To their disadvantage, their supply of medicine and treatment were limited, such healing would surely take years and years. Entering the small, fresh smelling room the nurse stumbled over and put her glasses on immediately.

"Please, lay him on this bed!" The nurse said, worried for Hans.

The nurse had short grey hair, a white little dress on and the kingdom's crest imprinted on the top little pocket of her dress. She also wore a rounded hat with a red cross on it, and wore a stethoscope around her neck.

As the guards layed him on the medical bed, the king sat on a chair beside Hans, dismissing the guards as he sat in worry. The nurse examined his wrists carefully, they were all bruised purple with the left hand bone poking out slightly, making the king feel nauseous. She didn't flinch even after feeling around the area with her gloves on.

"Now unfortunately, his bones are completely broken and the healing time will be no quick fix either.." She said, scared of what the king might think.

The nurse, Lidia was the best nurse money could buy, yet she admitted the waiting time would be longer than expected. The King at this point was so enraged, that all he wished was that Hans would be healed.

"What would this time be?" He asked calmly, biting his nails nervously.

"We are looking at a three - five year waiting time.."

His mouth gaped open, he couldn't believe that he had just heard, did his ears deceive him?

"Why such the wait?" He growled, standing up in anger.

The nurse felt timid compared to the tyrant king, looming over her. He stomped over to her in an indignant manner, intimidating the feeble nurse with each clobber of a step he took. She tried to look confident and ignore the dirty looks he shun at her, but her anxiety kicked in and only made her look more wimpy than ever before.

Expeditiously, he stood in front of her, gloating at her from up in the trees heights, "You will make it happen sooner, or so help me you'll spend the rest of your days rotting to death in a mine shaft!" He threatened her, shooting a death stare into her blue eyes.

"B-but sire!" She pleaded. "I do not have the power to speed up the pace of the injury your majesty!" She cried a little, hoping he would offer her mercy.

He smirked, "Oh, don't play the innocent card Lidia," He said. "I know you are a wielder of magic!" He revealed to her, pressing his chest up against hers. "So, you will use your magic to reverse these injuries or I will hang you tomorrow!" He said with a clamor in his to0ne of voice.

"You don't understand, us Seers are forbidden to use that spell after it went wrong!" She explained, hoping he would leave it at that.

"What could go wrong?!" He moaned. "Just get on with it!" He ordered her.

"As you wish sire..." She said, regretfully. "Winds of night, earth and fire reverse these injuries for which I desire.." She chanted, unwillingly.

Out of the blue, Hans's eyes shot open and lit up as he sat up, examining his surroundings. His wrists back to as they were except two blistery red marks circled both his wrists like scars. His father looked at his wrists and instantly cocked his head in disappointment.

"Father where am I? How are my wrists healed?" He exclaimed in wonder.

"You stupid cow! Do you notice those terrible scars he has been left with!" Pointing at the red marks in disgust.

"I warned you!" She shouted. "This is none of my concern anymore."

He nearly chocked at her the disrespectful manner she just spoke to him in. After all he had done for her, the king only came to the conclusion that she had done this out of spite.

"Guards!" He bellowed. "Take this woman to the tower, for she will be hung tomorrow!" He stated sharply.

Lidia gasped in bewilderment, she had just relieved him of a five years wait, yet he was ungrateful as usual, sending her to her death all because he was choosing to be an ungrateful fuck, even after she warned him something might go wrong or not go to his expectations. He ignored her nonetheless, desperate to clear his son of excruciating pain.

"Father!" Hans finally spoke after analysing the situation. "She has healed me, yet you are killing Lidia just because of the residue the spell has left?" He yelled in confusion.

It was too late, the guards had already waltzed in the room, grabbing Lidia by the arms, leading her out the room forcefully. Lidia tried to reason with the king as she was dragged off but it was no use, the king's mind was set in stone to get her executed. The very next day, poor Lidia was strung by her neck as the bottom of the platform was dropped.

That was the day Hans realised that his father might've not been as horrible towards him as he had imagined, but instead still the tyrant everyone imagined him as. Like a fiery dragon, ready to kill everyone in his path who did anything slightly to his disliking. He was someone who truly had no heart, just as Hans hadn't that day he plotted to kill Elsa and Anna just to become king.

Hans knew he was selfish and undeniably cruel just like his father and some of his brothers were. It drew him to the dark side, it drew him to be just like them: cruel and manipulative.

From that day, he swore on his mothers grave he'd be a better man, that he would change into someone worth something in this world of cruelty and hatred...

-More to come, stay tuned in.