And so it was that the International Consortium had to, once more, nominate a leader for Arrendelle. Elsa was gone, (supposedly) Anna was a murderer, Kristoff was dead, and Baragor was coming under more and more suspicion.

Therefore, Hans was summoned to the Council Room and informed that his dream of being king of Arrendelle was about to come true.

Almost.

"Technically, you're just a military over-seer," Answered the French ambassador, "But don't worry- as far as the people are concerned, your word is law. Congratulations. You've done it."

But Hans did not rejoice.

"I thank you for this honor. But Arrendelle isn't mine, not yet," He sighed, "Good day, gentlemen."

"If I may ask, Admiral, what exactly do you want?"

Hans' eyes glazed over for a moment...

"Come to think of it, gentlemen, I have somewhere to be."

The prince ran from the room, "Kai! Where is she?"

"Sir?"

"Where... is Elsa?!"

Kai stuttered out a reply, "Uh, uh... oh..."

"Bring her to me!" Hans demanded. He knew what he wanted.

"...yes sir."

"This will be somewhat informal, Kai," explained Hans, "Send her to my bedroom."

The elderly man frowned but obeyed. It's not like there was much choice in the matter.

Admiral Hans Westerguard, Protector of Arrendelle, and Scourge of the Black Spot sat himself comfortably behind his desk. His heart pounded as he waited for Elsa's arrival. He busied himself with paperwork in the meantime.

After a span of time that was far too long for his liking, a knock sounded at the door.

"Yes?" He asked cautiously.

"Sir, I have... the person you requested," Answered his servant.

"Let her in," Hans said quietly. He flushed red with excitement, "Okay, Hans, everything you've ever wanted is going to be right in your hands."

Even in a robe, Elsa was devastatingly beautiful. Certainly one of the most gorgeous girls on the planet, easily the most of any he'd ever seen.

She stood there in silence, watching him.

Kai, traitor though he was, stood behind her protectively. After a few moments, he cleared his throat, "Ahem, sir, should we come-"

"That will be all, Kai," Hans snapped, looking up, "And shut the door behind you."

The servant nodded and obeyed, trapping his queen in a room with the most dangerous enemy she'd ever faced.

Elsa stood there, trying, and failing, to not draw attention to herself.

"Take it off," Commanded Hans. Elsa went rigid.

"Wha-what?"

The slow rage that played across his face stunned her. Gone was the coward, the weakling that had been mocked by his brothers, his enemies, and his queen. Now, before her stood a vicious, victorious predator.

"Take. It. Off." He repeated. Slowly, she slipped out of the disguise. The ex-queen was still wearing her snow dress, the new one she'd whipped up for herself. It was a bit more suitable for adventure than what she had been wearing as queen.

He nodded, rising, "What exactly are you thinking?"

A truthful answer was that she was thinking about running away, but that would do her no good.

"I think... you called me here for a reason," She answered carefully. Hans nodded.

"Yes... I did, didn't I? You know, 'Jo', I have more power than I have ever had in my whole life. I could, say, throw you into prison next to your tasteless sister and watch the two of you slowly starve to death," He smirked, "That would be funny, right?"

Elsa swallowed, ignoring the threat. This was the same Hans she had met a year ago at her coronation, just another side to him she wasn't used to- yet.

"If you say so," She answered.

"Hmmm..." Obviously she was not easily scared. Good for her, "If I want something, I take it. I like that philosophy. It's quick, simple, and easy," He reached out and grabbed her shoulder.

Elsa resisted the urge to back away from him immediately. Surely the man in front of her was not so foolish as to...

"Hans," She said, glaring into his eyes, "What do you want?"

He smiled, releasing her evenly, "I have what I want. Or I'll soon have it. But you, you've got problems lady. You were caught next to a known criminal; this 'Ellen' character. And with nowhere to go, you'll end up on the streets or in prison. Oh," He made a noise of concern, "But who will look after all the people you care so much about?"

"You will?" She questioned. He shrugged.

"My favorite brother was Kristoff. How'd that turn out?"

Elsa shuddered. Hans continued.

"You told people you were my personal servant. I like that idea. So, we're going to run with it. Or I can send you to prison. Your choice," He held his arms open as if he were about to hug her, "Well, Jo, what do you say?"

Elsa took a second to get her bearings. She could not count on the council to help her, Kristoff was dead, Anna was in prison and the International Consortium was so busy covering up their mistakes it was extremely unlikely that they would help her.

"How may I serve you... sir?"

"Master," Hans answered conversationally, "You will call me, Master," He went back to his chair, and leaned into it critically, "...let's do something about this," He waved up and down, "Get up."

Elsa bowed. Okay, yes, this was humiliating and hurtful. But she was alive, Anna was alive, and Hans showed only a few signs of insanity, which was better than before. She could take a bit of condescension if it meant staying in her home.

"Yes... Master."