"Go on Lars, attack me!" pressed Hans on as he saw his brother's hesitant face. Their swords clashed again yet soon Lars' sword was out of his brother's grip. "Agh! What's wrong with you all lately?!" screamed Hans as he let his own sword drop in frustration. Every time his birthday approached, his family simply seemed to get into a state of fear, pain and panic.

"Nothing. We're just worried that's all." spoke Lars with a smile. Hans gritted his teeth and avoided looking his brother in the eye. That was another thing - every single compliment, every single smile was as fake as the Duke of Weaselton's hair.

"Worried" spat the youngest out as he took some water to drink. "Overbearing you mean. I'm 18, Lars! I've trained a sword since I were 12 yet you all still treat me like a junior in terms of skill! I don't know if I can handle myself in a one to one combat when everyone doesn't go their hardest on me!"

"Its for your own-"

"Finish that sentence and so help me god, our shared blood won't prevent me from choking you" warned Hans with a glare.

Lars took his warning to heart, as he had noticed Hans' increasing hotheadedness when it came to their concern. Yet the prince couldn't help and call out once more when Hans left the training grounds. "Where are you going?"

"Sailing. Or is that also on my "not to do" list from mother and father? Cause I could get a sunstroke and drown in the water, you know." answered the youngest with sarcasm before leaving to his own chambers.


He left with Sitron in a hurry - his parents' negociations with the Queen of Corona was close to ending and he didn't want to stick and be called back like a petulant child. "Come on boy. Hiyah." He let his horse take his own rythm as he let his mind wander off to no where and merely observing the town's life.

He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't notice the carriage crossing his path. His horse whinnied in fright and he managed barely to sit in the saddle as it began to stand on its two feet.

In return, it caused the horses of the surrounding guards to become frightened as well.

"I'm so sorry sir, I didn't mean to-" began the prince as he dismounted his still quite shaken horse and approached the mess he had created.

"Get him on his knees!"

"Wha- nnggh!" the prince grimaced when he felt the guards' vice grip upon his shoulders and wrists, forcing him down the ground.

"What is going on here, captain?" came a female voice from inside the carriage.

"Nothing of importance, our uphold shall soon pass." retorted the man while keeping his hawk eyes upon the prince the entire time.

"Untie me at once, you bootlicker!" Hans dropped all formal kindness now that he had been brought down like he were a criminal. "Untie me or my father has your fingers!"

"Who might you be to speak on equal ground to my captain, let alone myself?"

Hans snapped his head to the now far more clearer voice that belonged to the blonde stepping outside. "I'm prince Hans of the Southern Isles. Who might you be to speak so boldly in my own country?" glared the man to the young lady.

"Princess Elsa of Arendelle." declared the woman in the same calm voice.

Hans' face however stayed unimpressed. "Your majesty, your captain and guards treat me like a criminal, while the accident, although being my fault, was not done by ill will."

"Yes. Do forgive them for doing their job too well." retorted the princess as she spared a icy glare to her guards for brutalizing the Southern Prince.

The men took the hint and quickly let the prince go, whom quickly stood up and failed to get the dust off his clothes. "No offense taken, your grace. I wish you a good day." Hans bowed to show his respect and just turned to remount his horse when the princess called him once more.

"Your majesty, would you be so kind to show me and my entourage the way? We are sadly a bit lost in this city."

Hans gulped at seeing her smiling eyes. Whenever he would meet a woman, they would be flattered by his flirtations. Yet the moment they knew his name, they paled and fled as if he had the plague. The princess on the other hand was the very first who seemed comfortable arround him and it did him well. "It would be my honour and pleasure, your highness."


Elsa returned in her carriage, although she couldn't contain herself and very so often peak through the curtains to watch him on his horse as they rode to the castle.

Her advisor and close confidant of the queen, Kai, saw the curious dreamy look that the princess had on her face. She didn't know. He had completely forgotten to tell her about the prince's curse, which every dignitary and commoner alike knew. To die at such a young age was not only tragic for him, but also for the possible widow he would leave behind when he died on his 21st birthday. "Your majesty, about Prince Hans..."

"Yes Kai?" nodded the princess her approval to speak on.

"Well, there is something important to know." Kai shifted uncomfortably in his seat, not knowing how to bring such a heavy subject. "Prince Hans is-"

"Your majesty, we've arrived!" called the captain of the guard out before Kai could finish the truth.


"Wait is that our Hans?" whispered the Southern queen to her husband when she saw the rider next to the carriage.

"It is." said the King back as they saw Hans offer his arm to the princess, which she gladly took. "Where did he met her?"

"I don't know either. We'll ask him later on in private, after the ball." spoke the queen as final word, since the princess and her son were already close enough to hear them.

"Her royal highness, princess Elsa of Arendelle"

"Your majesties." the young princess courtisied before her hosts. "its wonderful to make acquintances with you."

"Likewise, your highness." smiled the southern queen to ease the nervousness she saw on the younger royal. "Please, you must be tired from your journey. The servants will aid you with your luggage and will lead you to your chambers to have a bath drawn for you."

"You are most kind" The blue eyes slightly diverted from the king and queen to their youngest heir. "As is your son."

Hans felt himself grow slightly red from the compliment she gave him and he quickly averted his gaze downwards to keep his composure.

"I'm glad to hear that." The queen hadn't failed to notice the exchange of glances between the princess and her son and slight worry gripped her. She would have to break it to her son soon enough that neither of them could give in to their attraction and she dreaded it. Quickly she took her husband's hand and went back inside.

Elsa fundled slightly with her gloves, feeling uneasy at not having someone at her arm. She nearly asked Kai when she heard a familiar voice call for her. "Your majesty, may I ask twice for your hand?"

"You may."

I wanted their first meeting a bit different than Philip's and Aurora's and not simply be a complete rehearsal of Disney's Sleeping Beauty. To keep the surprise.

Hans cutting his hand with his own sword was made up at the moment. ;) But I finally figured out how it will go. Take your guess on how the prophecy will happen!