Hans threw a fit.

"It's been a month!" He declared. Well, he was actually over-stating that, but he had good reason to say that. Ever since his brother had been named 'Ruler De facto' of Arrendelle, Hans had been assigned only one task; take down Elsa.

It was proving to be a difficult one. The city-people were unreliable, because they had no great love for the new government, and the mountain folk, who were less motivated by her political standing, were less than pleased that Baragor had blocked the shipments of their ice for weeks.

This lead to a very frustrating kind of chase. Elsa would be spotted on mountain so-and-so, only to turn out to be a female-figured snowman.

Once... he had seen her, and given chase. He was so close, his hand had grasped her cloak. Hans had chased her up the mountainside into a fog. Then... she disappeared. It had to be her magic. Hans slammed his fist down.

"How goes the witch-hunt, brother?" Baragor's voice burrowed into Hans' head.

"She's a menace," Hans hissed, taking some tea from Kai, "I can't even find her half the time, then she disappears."

"I thought you knew where her base was!" Exclaimed Baragor angrily.

Hans huffed, "Yes! An impenetrable ice castle!"

"So...?"

"..."

"Oh," Said Baragor, "I suppose that would be difficult to attack."

"I am aware!" Screamed Hans. He could barely control his rage. Kai set down a calming tea which the princes ignored, "I am also all-too-aware that, for some reason, she seems to know where my patrols are going!" He gestured wildly to the map.

Baragor smirked. No woman had ever provoked his brother this much. It was actually pretty funny.

"What're you smirking at?" Demanded Hans hotly, "If memory serves, the international consortium will be returning soon to determine if you're the rightful leader of Arrendelle-!"

"The Southern Isles Port of Arrendelle," Corrected Baragor smoothly.

"And if Queen Elsa-"

"Ex-queen."

"Reappears, you'll have the world's largest court-case on your hands."

Baragor let his smile draw into a sneer, "Yes, well, thanks to your reports," He gestured to the files Elsa had browsed when Hans was first released into her custody, "The international consortium is becoming increasingly effective against the Black Spot pirates, so I'd suggest getting a move on with catching Elsa."

Hans rubbed his temples, "We need bait- good bait."

Baragor sighed. Not this again.

"I don't know where Anna is," He explained to his little brother. Hans let out a sigh.

"I do so wish you wouldn't say that. It inspires no confidence at all."

"What about you?" Asked Baragor, "Why should I have confidence at all in you?"

Hans sipped his cool tea, "Because I'm going to kill Elsa. Very, very, veeery slowly."

Baragor smiled, "I'll drink to that!"

Now that their tempers had cooled, Hans and Baragor went about discussing the day. It had been a rough start, claiming Arrendelle. The people were frightened of what was going to happen to them. Once the port reopened and business began again, they were much more willing to accept the temporary rulership of Westerguards.

"What about...?" Hans asked, puffing his shoulders out like Kristoff.

Baragor sighed, "We don't have time to hunt him, Hans."

The younger prince sighed, "I have a feeling if we find him, we find Anna. We find Anna," He smiled darkly, looking directly at her castle on the map, "And we land us the true prize..."