Chapter: 2 The Offering
Hans doesn't have many fond memories associated with snow. In truth, it hurts him that he cannot fully enjoy the sight of snowflakes blissfully plummeting from the sky. Such wintry wonders remind him of "The Great Freeze" which transpired all those years ago. He's tried to forget about those days, but every lie to hide those wounds has merely opened up another. Snowfall should be a tranquil sight granting solace to the people of the Southern Isles. Instead, it will forever serve as a grim reminder of the ensuing royal funeral.
Daunting bells ring out from the capital's prestigious cathedral. It's been far too long since Hans has returned, and yet he welcomes each clang like an old friend. He'll take as much familiarity as he can on such a somber morning. Feeling Lynn's gentle touch grants him a sliver of calmness. He links arms with her and joins the rest of the royal family. Adorned in inky, dark uniforms, the young men lead a mournful march through the kingdom. Its subjects clear the bricked pathways, bow their heads, and toss flowers against the frosted pavement. The sight of such submissive subjects leaves a bitter taste in Hans' mouth. He wonders if they pay their respects out of true appreciation or if it's fear that spurs them. Regardless, Hans keeps Lynn close and faces forward. Anton's body has been cleaned from his horrendous state. The oldest princes carry him in a casket as white as the snow itself. Golden accents line its polished hinges as they haul him up an incline.
A silver crown shimmers from just behind the casket. Its metallic tint matches the dreary clouds above and lays nestled in wavy, greying tresses. Black hairs fight to remain relevant, reminding all that King Victor was once youthful too. The tribulations of his restless kingdom have taken its toll on the old king's complexion. Thick bags droop from his time-faded and misty eyes. His regal beard trembles as he struggles to fight both age and tears. As if the death of Victor's wife hasn't been hard enough over the years, he now struggles to carry the burden of his lost son. He can hardly look at the casket, for doing so permits memories of his aspirational firstborn to invade his mind. His lost laughter is like an brutal specter, filling his heart with pain and regret. Victor can barely stomach the sight of reaching his wife's hill.
A gentle layer of frost coats the seaside slope as the group approaches Queen Briella's grave. A spot has been sectioned off for Anton beside her as his brothers lower him in.
"We commend unto thy hands of mercy," an elderly deacon presides. "Most merciful Father, the soul of this our brother, and we commit his body to the ground." Each of the deacon's words have tears streaming down King Victor's cheeks. "Earth to earth, ashes to ashes...dust to dust."
"My son," Victor ultimately cracks. "My son!" His outburst prompts the Big Three to move in and console their father. Hans is surprised to see Ben so close as he too joins in. Even after his mother's passing in Hans' earlier years, he's never had the closest relationship with his father. While he's never been entirely ignored by Victor, it's almost as if the king's treated him as a stray dog. He's acknowledged Hans' presence but consistently left things at that level.
When Victor finally speaks, his words are breathy and broken. "Anton...was my star," the king utters through trembling lips. "My shimmering beam of hope in this world of turmoil. There were never any like him nor shall there ever be." Victor clenches a fist as if attempting to reel in his grief. "And I will carry this gaping hole in my heart for the rest of my days." Victor fights to hold back tears as he looks upon the grave with reddened eyes. "His kind soul shall never be forgotten. May he rest in peace beside his kindly mother...my darling wife...and our family's loving guardian."
Hans can't help but subtly shake his head. No amount of years have changed his opinion over the late queen. He finds it ironic that Anton would be buried next to a woman who was the exact opposite of 'kindly.' Hans is snapped free of such thoughts when Victor breaks down again. Contrary to all that's been enforced on the princes, the king succumbs to his emotions. Rather than sob, Victor emits a series of grieving mutters and scoffs. Hans observes the sight until he's taken aback by an unfamiliar face.
A middle-aged gentleman steps towards the king. Hans is used to Ben being the only blonde in the royal family, so this man's presence throws him off. His freshly-pressed suit and distinct gloves give off the impression of servitude. The stranger bows his head and offers a kerchief to Victor, who graciously accepts it. "Thank you, David," the king says.
"David?" Hans whispers as Ben leans over.
"Father's personal aid," his big brother explains.
"He got a new one?" Hans practically blurts. "Again?"
"You know how quickly Father tires of his staff," Ben mumbles. "These days, David and his wife Naomi are the ones serving the crown."
"And where is she?" Hans inquires. Ben's prolonged silence prompts the youngest prince to raise a brow.
"The last we'd heard of her-" Ben begins. "-Naomi had accompanied Anton on his mission to Arendelle. Only...she didn't return with him."
Hans scoffs at the thought and exchanges a perplexed glance with Lynn. "I don't understand," he whispers. "Why wouldn't she come back?"
"This just gets weirder and weirder," Lynn murmurs as the king beckons his congregation.
All heads turn to Victor as he says, "Your big brother dreamed of a better future. Not just for our kingdom, but for those around us." Hans' heart sinks as their father's words drive the others to stare at him. Victor clenches his fist and looks at Anton's grave. "My only wish is for us to fulfill Anton's dream of prosperity. Like his mother, he always believed in seeing things through. And so we must complete his mission."
"Father?" Marcus queries while standing at attention.
Staying true to his affirmation, Victor declares, "We must go to Arendelle and fulfill his call for peace." While Lynn is mostly perplexed by the king's proposition, she worries why Ben is glaring at Hans so much.
Her fiancé remains on edge until they return to the castle courtyard. As Victor calls a meeting in his throne room, Hans is left pacing across the snowy cobblestone. "What's on your mind?" Lynn asks and is determined to get an answer from him.
Hans can hardly look her in the eye as he waves a hand. "D-...do you mind if I look into this meeting?" he asks.
"No," Lynn assures. "I'll come with you. We can-"
"Actually," Hans interrupts with such surprising abrasiveness. "I was thinking I could meet you out here. I'll only be a moment."
"I don't understand," Lynn confesses. "After everything your family's put you through, why go alone? Let me help you-"
"Because," Hans sighs heavily. "I need to prove it."
"How many times do I have to tell you, dear?" Lynn intones. "You don't have to prove anything of yourself to them."
"It's not for them," Hans continues. "It's...for me."
Lynn looses a resigned sigh. "Alright," she murmurs. "I'll wait here but just please be careful. You're the only royal I trust in this 'Court of Snakes'."
Hans struggles to hide his wince. He shoves all of his pain behind a fraudulent grin and proceeds inside. As he seals the doors behind him, Queen Briella's voice returns. His mother's words are as irksome as the clacking doorknob when she speaks. "Now this is a familiar sight," she says. "Then again...you're no stranger to shutting women out. Are you, son?" It's as if the queen has crawled out from her grave and latched herself onto his shoulder. "I will say this," Briella continues. "Just when I thought you couldn't disappoint me further, you still manage to make it happen. At least that first girl of yours was a princess. What kind of fool do you take yourself for? Trying to appeal to this common, forest drudge."
Hans clenches a fist. "Stop," he whispers under his breath.
"Never," Briella asserts. "Someone has to keep you in line because you sure as hell won't. Everything you are is because of me, and still you mock all that I worked for. Everything I sacrificed."
"No..."
"You dishonor my legacy and shame this family. Seeking to elope with this woodland filth."
Hans shuts his eyes as sweat droplets line his forehead. "Please..."
"She'll never really love you. That swine of a peasant isn't even fit to shine my heels-"
"Your majesty?" a voice beckons and Hans gasps. He turns to see the king's new servant peeking through the doorway. "Are you alright?"
Hans swiftly wipes the sweat from his face and recomposes himself. "Oh...oh yes. Fine. But you really shouldn't grace me with such a title anymore. I'm not sure if my father's mentioned it, but I've been exiled."
"He has," David replies while escorting Hans to the throne room. "But I don't think that should matter. After all...current circumstances don't just erase the past now, do they?" Hans slouches at the servant's words, especially as he continues. "Once a prince, always a prince."
While he appreciates that David probably means well, the servant's remarks only stress Hans out further. They enter an elongated chamber and find the rest of the princes congregating around their father. Despite the sadness of Anton's demise, his death has left a power vacuum for those closes to him. Hans watches as his oldest brothers ramble over one another.
"Amazing, isn't it?" Ben remarks and steps beside Hans. "It's like they think that talking louder will somehow shut the rest of them up. And as long as everyone keeps shouting, no one will be heard."
"Idiots," Hans mumbles.
"Hey," a strident voice snaps at both of them. Hans and Ben turn to see their stout, yet muscular sibling. The oldest after Ben, he does his best to emulate a stern gaze. "Show some respect," he scolds. "I don't see you jokers coming up with any plans."
"Didn't you hear, Leo?" Ben quips. "Father already has a plan. He wants to finish Anton's diplomatic mission to Arendelle."
Leo scowls and glares at Hans. "As if that's gonna be easy after what this guy did," he taunts and Hans' heart sinks. "I thought you were messed up when you killed that bird, Hans. But after what you did to Princess Anna? What you were gonna do to Queen Elsa?" Leo smirks and thrives on Hans' discomfort.
His little brother sinks back until Ben interposes himself between them. "That's enough," the blonde prince says.
"Oh, right right." Leo snarks. "Where are my manners? Hans is our little angel after all."
"Leo," Ben asserts in a deeper tone. "You're not one of them," he says and gestures to the Big Three. "So stop acting like it." Leo snorts at both of them and trudges over to their father. "Oh big brother!" Ben hollers. "Don't forget your lipstick!"
Leo peers over his shoulder and snaps, "What?"
"You know...for all the kissing up you're going to do," Ben jests before cracking up. Leo departs in a huff as Ben shares a laugh with Hans.
"Thanks for that," Hans whispers as Ben rubs his back. Their moment is short-lived as Victor calls his twelve sons to order.
"Completing this mission is the best way to honor Anton," the king says. "And it may provide some clues as to what exactly went wrong."
"He did tell us to 'finish it'," Marcus adds. "I believe he was referring to his assignment."
"Those words were also written repeatedly in his journals," Ben mentions. "What exactly had you sent him to do, Father?"
Victor reclines in his throne and strokes his greying beard. "As you all know-" he begins. "-the Southern Isles are on the brink of economic upheaval. Raising taxes was meant to stabilize us, but instead led to unrest. You've all witnessed it firsthand on the Crescent Isle."
There's something about Victor's comment that shifts the room's energy entirely. While Hans has never been to the Crescent Isle, his siblings' expressions are enough to keep him from ever wanting to go there. While his eldest brothers squint their eyes and scoff, Ben bites back an unspoken statement. Although he's perplexed about their reactions, Hans keeps listening to his father.
"Anton never stopped believing in Southern Isles greatness," Victor continues. "And he sought to strengthen our legacy by smoothing out our...rough past with Arendelle. His mission of diplomacy was meant to usher in a new era of trade and prosperity. If we go to Arendelle, we can see his vision through. We can form an alliance and in turn, save our own kingdom from economic turmoil."
"I will stand with you, Father." Marcus declares and the siblings closest to him are quick to concur.
Victor offers a grateful nod. "We'll all go as a show of good faith," he says. "And explain what's become of Anton to the queen ourselves."
"Hold on," Damian blurts. "All of us?" Hans is already bracing as an invisible target materializes on his chest. "Even the one who ruined things for us with Arendelle in the first place?"
"Keep your voice down," Victor scolds. "How many times must I tell you boys? Our loyal subjects are hanging by a thread as it is. Do you have any idea what would happen if they learned of one of their prince's crimes? There'd be even greater riots in the streets! We'd be usurped! Investigations wouldn't stop at Hans."
Damian rolls his eyes and glares at Hans. "We should've just locked you in a dungeon to be done with it," he whispers before flashing a sadistic smirk. "Then that bright-eyed filly of yours could've been mine for the taking."
His remark about Lynn makes Hans' blood boil. He fantasizes about wringing Damian's liquor-filled neck right then and there, but resists. Only the king's voice is enough to pry him out of the infuriating moment. "Hans," Victor says. "Arendellian decree stated that you were to be banned from ever setting foot in their kingdom again. Perhaps it's best if you stay behind."
"Think of it as one less thing you can ruin," Leo jeers. Like a jester appealing to his superiors, he grins when the Big Three laugh at his comment.
"Your majesty," David suggests at the king's side. "Perhaps now is a time for all of us to embrace change. It's been enough time for young Hans to learn his lesson. Why don't we give him a chance?"
Victor grumbles over the servant's words and peers over at his youngest son. Hans doesn't need to return to Arendelle, for he goes back to it every night. The horrors of his actions return like ravenous wolves and gnaw at his very essence. They shred another piece of him away each day, and this pain only solidifies every time he looks at Lynn. Right now, all he wants is to be back with her as he storms out of the room.
"Hans?" Ben worries while the other siblings cackle.
"Can't rely on that one for anything," Rowan guffaws.
Hans hangs his head and returns to the foyer. He opens the doors and finds Lynn patiently waiting for him in the courtyard. Her smile hurriedly fades once she notices his deepening distress. Lynn's brows furrow and she immediately turns defensive. "What did they do?" she growls.
"It's fine," Hans murmurs. "Let's just go home and-"
"It is not fine," Lynn asserts and caresses his face. "Talk to me, Hans. What happened?"
His fiancé's eyes are alight with compassion. He bites his tongue until he feels like it could sever at any given moment. And yet, like every day since they've met...Hans perpetuates the suffering. He looks into her wide, trusting eyes...and lies. "They've chosen to return to Arendelle and complete Anton's diplomatic mission without me," he says. "They believe it would be best for the kingdom. But truly, it's alright. I just-"
"Like hell it is," Lynn snaps and peers over his shoulder. She looks as though she could barrel through the Southern Isles army itself.
"Dear," Hans intones and grasps her shoulders. "Just leave it."
"No," she asserts. "I've heard enough about this abuse and it ends today." She wriggles out of his grasp and stomps into the castle.
"Wait, Lynn!" Hans hollers to no avail. His heart pounds as he chases her inside. "Stop!" he worries and reaches for her hand.
"You don't deserve this treatment," Lynn retorts while lunging away from his reach. Her eyes dart to the king as he exits from his throne room. "King Victor," she declares with zero formality. She doesn't bow nor does she even flourish a hand.
The elder raises a bewildered brow and observes the huntress. "Hm?" he grumbles, not even humoring her with a full word.
"Why is Hans being denied this chance?" she scolds at a volume few use towards the king. "He has done nothing but honor you and put up with decades of abuse amidst it all. Yet now...even as we stand in the wake of your firstborn's funeral, you won't give him a chance. Why?"
All eyes look to Victor and expect him to explode. They await his iron-fisted wrath to come crashing down upon this 'commoner' as he glares at her in astonishment. He subtly grins to her instead. "I admire your spirit, young lady," he says. "You remind me of my Briella." His comment makes Hans sick to his stomach, for his mother was nothing like Lynn. Victor looses a resigned sigh and looks at Hans. "It appears that your betrothed and my servant, David see something that I cannot. Perhaps there is a chance for you to help us make things right, Hans. But I'll leave that choice up to you."
Hans gulps as all pressure falls to him. While his kin know the truth, they look upon him with vile stares. Meanwhile, Lynn's blissful and hopeful eyes are all the more preoccupying. She takes his hand in hers and whispers, "You can make things right. I believe in you."
Hans thinks over the mystery of his fallen brother and wonders what happened in Arendelle. Peering into the opportunity Lynn has opened for him, he cautiously accepts. "I will go," he affirms much to the unease of his brethren.
Suddenly, an idea sparks within Lynn and she turns to the king. "I wish to accompany Prince Hans on this mission."
Any security Hans feels comes crumbling to pieces at his fiancé's request. His eyes widen as the king thinks over her words. He wishes he could telepathically tell his father to reject her, or at least try to sway Lynn's thoughts. All he can do is nervously squeeze Lynn's hand. His grip only tightens as the king decrees, "Wish granted." Hans feels like he could faint at any given moment. While Lynn stands supportive of his endeavor, she cannot understand why he still looks so nervous.
"Are-" Hans stammers. "Are you sure that's a wise idea, father?" Lynn's concern has him rushing to justify his question. "I mean, Arendelle may be surprised with so many visitors."
"It's like David said, son." Victor replies. "Perhaps it's time for us all to embrace change. Maybe even the new Queen of Arendelle will as well."
Hans' eye twitches. Wait, he thinks to himself. New? Elsa's no longer queen? What happened to her? But if she isn't leading Arendelle, then that means...
ONE WEEK LATER...
The kingdom of Arendelle is known for its majestic sights and sounds. No other land can compete with its glistening fjord, chiming clocktower...and snoring queen. The resounding echoes of her slumber emanate from deep within Arendelle Castle's walls. Anyone passing her intricately-painted door might think a bear had taken up residence. But if they were to enter, they'd find someone feistier than any creature.
Queen Anna of Arendelle is truly a sight to behold. Her body's twisted like that of a ragdoll's and shrouded in multiple blankets. Every bedsheets has been pried from its neatly positioned corner and wrapped around her like she's a human pastry. Her auburn tresses are beyond disheveled. They're a chaotic and bushy mess that obscures half of her face in a web of locks. The rest of her freckled cheek lays smeared against the damp mattress. A puddle of her drool increases in size with each blaring snore. And betwixt this lively observation...her fiancé has never been more in love.
His broad-shouldered silhouette looms over Anna's bedside. Her hands twitch beneath the covers as a tray clacks against her nightstand. "Wha-" she mumbles. "Who?" The queen's blue eyes start lazily fluttering open as a hand brushes away her hair.
She giggles as her lover plants a gentle kiss on her cheek and whispers, "Good morning."
Anna whiffs one of the crispy delights on her nightstand and slowly awakens. "G-good morning, bacon," she whispers. "Is that Kristoff?"
Kristoff chuckles over her bumbling words and jokingly holds a bacon strip up to her. In that instant, Anna chomps on the delectable morsel and hums with delight. She rolls over and collapses against his torso with an amorous sigh. "Ur lurv yur," Anna says with her mouth full.
"I love you too," Kristoff laughs and runs his fingers through her hair. The romantic moment is cut short when his fingers get tangled in that wild forest of knots. He carefully escapes the ensnarement and says, "I let you sleep in so-"
"Wait, what?" Anna blurts as her groggy eyes shoot open.
Kristoff gulps. "Well, you'd been working so hard and I-"
"Honey," Anna intones as her calm demeanor falters. "What time is it?"
"It's-" Kristoff hunches forward and shuts his eyes. "Nine."
"NINE!" Anna screeches and has him staggering back. "Kristoff! You know I've been getting up at five all of this week!" She flails in her blankets until they unravel.
"I know," Kristoff says as Anna practically inhales her breakfast tray. "But we've been watching what it's done to you and thought you could use a break."
"We?" Anna mumbles while stumbling out of bed.
"Kai, Gerda...all of us." Kristoff says. "We worry about you, Anna."
"Well don't worry about me," the queen insists before lunging towards her dresser. "Worry about Arendelle! Getting up early is the only way I can stay on schedule! If I finish legislation early enough, I can go out for my daily observation by sunrise, then back to legislation and just in time for-" Anna stresses herself out just by talking about her itinerary. "How the heck did Elsa manage all of this?" she groans while pinching the bridge of her nose.
"I don't have all of the answers," Kristoff assures. "But what I do know, is that Elsa didn't manage Arendelle by running herself into the ground."
"Who's running into the ground?" Anna retorts and glares at her fiancé. "I know I'm not," she says as one of her eyes twitches. She emerges adorned in her queenly attire. Fabrics of the finest purples and blacks line her dress. Her hem is comprised of an elegant green, one of which would be more visible if light was in her room. Kristoff dares to draw the curtains and Anna instantly flinches. "I'm fine," she assures and places a gleaming crown atop her head. "I've got this." She merely turns towards the nearest mirror and realizes she hasn't put makeup on. "Oh for the love of-" Anna huffs. "Kristoff, can you please tell Miss Naomi that we're still on for noon. I'll be down shortly."
"Of course," he says and heads off.
"Hey," Anna beckons before he fully leaves the room. "Thanks for letting me sleep in," she professes as he softly smiles.
"You're a better queen than you think you are," Kristoff tells her. "You're doing amazing, but cut yourself some slack."
Anna gently nods as he shuts the door behind her. Stillness fills her room as she rushes to get her makeup on. Anna has never been a fan of silence. When she was younger, she could've attributed such a dislike to her fear of loneliness. But now, the quiet gives her too much time to think. It lets her idle mind wander into the familiar and unfamiliar. As Anna stares at her own crowned reflection, she is reminded of the legacy on her shoulders. It's almost been a year into her rule, and no amount of reassurance can stop Anna from questioning her resolve. Everyone sees the smiling, brave Queen of Arendelle. To many, she's the hero who smashed the dam and helped free the Enchanted Forest alongside her sister, Elsa. She wants to hold on to that bravado, so that the people of Arendelle will always look to her as a pillar of strength. But in truth, Anna's own pains pry at her from within.
Before she was queen, Anna was a notoriously lengthy sleeper. Now she's forced herself to rise before the sun even has. She needs to keep moving...needs to keep working. Because maybe if she does, the silence will never return. She'll be exhausted enough at night to avoid it altogether. Years may have passed, but the horrors of what took place during Elsa's Coronation Anniversary have never left her. Anna still sees the bloody tears and hears the gut-wrenching screams. There are still nights in which she refuses to walk the castle's shadowy halls. No amount of new furniture and wallpaper can undo the atrocities that Anna experienced. As she finishes touching up her makeup, she unclips a case on her vanity and reveals a bronze necklace. Anna sighs as she runs her fingers against her father's old cross. Passed down from King Agnarr's mother before him, the cross served as both Anna and Elsa's salvations.
Anna shudders as she recalls holding the cross against an otherworldly creature. "Furcas!" her voice echoes from that night. "By the power of God...I condemn you back to hell!"
Anna wishes she could say that was the last time she encountered a supernatural being. But a demon was only the beginning and she'd go one to discover the spirits of the Enchanted Forest years later. At least they had no interest in possessing her sister. Yet in a way, they had taken possession of her. Anna misses her sister dearly. And while she understands that Elsa has her own responsibilities as the Fifth Spirit, it doesn't stop her from missing simpler times. Olaf, the snowman Elsa created, had always been a pleasant reminder of Anna's big sister. But even he wouldn't be gracing Arendelle's halls with his kindly waddle for a while. That snowman was getting smarter every day, and he was staying with Elsa for a week to learn all about Northuldra culture. Although he was irksome at times, Olaf's presence was much appreciated on stressful days. Anna wishes he was around to tell her a random fun fact, and get her mind off the Southern Isles.
She thought she'd seen the last of that kingdom. It had been wishful thinking anyway. Prince Anton of the Southern Isles had arrived months after Anna's coronation and was met with mixed responses from the locals. Thanks to Prince Hans' deeds, no one had a single pleasant thought about the Southern Isles. Yet being the benevolent ruler she was, Anna had been willing to hear Anton out. He'd arrived with the quiet woman now sitting across her council chambers. This older blonde always looked as though she was carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders. And while she identified as Anton's servant, Anna still worried for Naomi's safety. Perhaps it was the queen's own experience with Southern Isles men that drove her to fear for Naomi's wellbeing. It took severe encouragement from her sister, Elsa, to walk a thin tightrope. Anna had been constantly teetering between the benefit of the doubt and all out suspicion. But as Anton's stay continued, his intentions appeared noble. He spoke ill of his brother Hans and made sure Anna knew he was exiled. There had been desperation in Anton's voice as he sought to form an alliance with Arendelle.
While Anna had been too young to understand her father's many sayings, King Agnarr had reminded her that "Desperate leaders spoke for desperate subjects."
But just when Anna started to deduce that the Southern Isles was in an economic bind, Anton fell seemingly ill. They were just starting to progress on potential treaties, and he was hardly able to sit still. Before Anna knew it, Anton was exasperated to return home and set sail without a word. What made his departure even more unsettling was the fact that he'd completely abandoned his servant in Arendelle. But determined to still prove herself to her kingdom, Naomi had stepped up.
While she isn't the most politically skilled, the servant sits tall across from Anna. The queen watches as she tries to make sense of Anton's partially completed treaties. The two briefly make eye contact amidst the quiet chamber. While Naomi nervously grins, all Anna can do is humor her with an impatient smile. The queen appreciates that she's trying, but feels like they aren't making any progress. Instead, Anna proposes a new idea. "You know," she considers. "I can have General Mattias prepare a galleon to take you home."
"So I can fail Prince Anton?" Naomi sputters. "I-...I can't accept that." Her hands scramble over the treaties while her frantic, teal eyes scour each page. "I think this trade deal should be reduced."
"By how much?" Anna inquires and watches Naomi try to comprehend the numbers. She sighs and extends a hand across the table. "Naomi," she says. "I think it's very brave that you're trying to do this for the Southern Isles. But if you really want to help Prince Anton, maybe you should go see him. It wasn't right for him to leave in such a hurry."
"I can't just give up," Naomi insists. "Let me try to understand these treaties again."
Anna huffs. "Well, you're persistent...I'll give you that. You remind me of myself." The queen's cheeks puff as she conceals a yawn. "Excuse me," she mutters.
"It's alright," Naomi assures. "I can tell how hard you work to maintain this kingdom. That's why I was only trying to make things easier. You're so busy, that perhaps an alliance between our nations should be put on hold."
Anna finds Naomi's proposition curious. "It took a lot for me to trust your kingdom," she says. "I'd be lying if I said I fully did. But Prince Anton appeared to be a visionary. One trying to right the wrongs of his younger sibling's past. In the end, I suppose we're all just trying to move forward."
Naomi bites her lip at the queen's final remark. "Your majesty," she begins. "If I may be so bold, what does 'moving forward' entail for you? From my understanding, your sister now protects the northern forest and has an entirely new group to look after. As the crown falls to you, so do those responsibilities." She smiles faintly. "You and that Kristoff fellow are a wonderful pair. I'm sure he'd make a great father."
Anna blushes and fidgets with her taut bun. "He would, wouldn't he?" she concurs.
"Have you thought about children?" Naomi asks.
Anna chuckles. "From time to time. When I was younger, I imagined this dashing prince sweeping me off of my feet. I saw myself getting married and having enough kids to fill every hall in this castle. But now...after all I've seen and done..." Anna simpers and clutches her father's cross. "I'd be happy with whatever I was granted. And any child that blessed these halls would be given every single ounce of love in my heart." Anna's smile falters when she notices a tear dripping from Naomi's cheek. "Oh I'm sorry," she utters.
"No no," the servant insists and wipes her tear. "It's alright. It's just that...no force on this Earth will ever surpass a mother's love," she laments.
Anna's brows furrow at her tone. "Why do you say that so sadly?" she worries.
Naomi lets her lips curl up into a smile once more. "Oh I just get emotional about new parents. So much love. It's the eccentric poet in me."
Anna cautiously nods. "I see. Well, I'll give you time to look over and familiarize yourself with Anton's treaties. In the meantime, I must tend to village legislature. But...shall we meet up later?"
"Of course, your majesty." Naomi concurs and bows. As Anna departs, the Southern Isles servant's grin drops in its entirety. She's left standing in the darkness of the conference room and looming over the dimly lit treaties. As her eyes scour each scribbled word, Naomi runs one of her fingernails across the stamped emblem of the Southern Isles.
Several slams echo from Anna's study. Their swift and cacophonous cadence has Kristoff stealthily peeking in. There he finds his fiancé, flipping through page after page of laws awaiting her approval. Once the papers are to Anna's liking, she clutches a bronze stamper and slams it down. The bold, crocus crest of Arendelle seals her authorization as she stamps away. Kristoff can tell his love is agitated, for each stamp is heavier than the last. Anna's practically attacking each page as she brings the stamper sailing down. As exhaustion pries at the young queen, Anna delivers a mighty slam on the final page and catches her breath. "There," she pants...only to notice Kristoff across from her desk.
"Wow," he teases. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think there was an Earth Giant stomping in here."
Catching on to his jest, Anna glances at the stamp in her reddened palm. "Oops," she chuckles and nervously sets it down. "Hey," she quips. "This thing's great for stress relief."
Kristoff hums in thought and rounds the desk. Before Anna knows it, her man's firm and tender hands are gripping her shoulders. "Know what else is great for stress relief?" he whispers ever so softly.
Anna coos with delight and sinks back into his loving massage. "What's that?" she asks and bites her lip.
"Sledding," he says. While she was hoping for a much more intimate response, Anna welcomes his goodheartedness.
She leans against one of his arms and runs her fingers against it. "If only I had the time," she laments.
"Maybe we could find some time," Kristoff suggests. "You've been working so hard and I'd really like to treat you. Arendelle's Western Gullies are great for sledding this time of year. The perfect blend of snow and ice makes for quite the romantic ride." Anna blushes as he leans in and kisses her cheek. "We'll pick an evening for just the two of us. We can travel the gullies...watch the sunset..."
"Snuggle under the stars?" Anna adds as she faces her man. His cheeks flush with red and the queen's gentle hands caress them.
"Anything for you," is all Kristoff can whisper before their presence gets the best of both of them. Anna finds the ultimate source of comfort in her beloved's lips as she pulls him in for a kiss. She sighs amorously as Kristoff slowly turns her chair to face him. Anna wraps her arms around Kristoff just as he descends to kiss her neck. The queen bites back a soft moan and runs her fingers through his blonde locks. Both she and Kristoff's eyes shoot open when the door knob jingles ahead of them.
"Your majesty," Kai beckons and hurriedly opens the door. "You-" The servant stiffens, for no amount of Anna and Kristoff's rearranging can keep him from deducing that he's interrupted something. "Apologies."
"It's alright," Anna bumbles while fixing her bun. Kristoff's a mess trying to wipe the lipstick from his cheeks. "What's going on?" Anna asks. "Usually you knock."
"I know but this is urgent," Kai insists. "A single vessel is approaching our harbor. A Southern Isles vessel." Kai's explanation puts Anna back on edge as she rises to her feet.
Bystanders watch from across the harbor as Arendellian soldiers scramble into action. Their bulky, green uniforms shine in the sun as they await further orders. "Standby," their leader commands. He stands at the dock closest to Arendelle Castle and is prepared to defend his kingdom at all costs. Greying hairs do little to prevent him from joining ranks alongside younger recruits.
"General Mattias," Anna calls as she approaches the dock. Kristoff, Kai, Gerda, and Naomi all urgently trail behind her. "What's the situation?" the queen queries.
"It's a Southern Isles ship alright," Mattias confirms and passes his telescope to Anna. She peers through and notes the winged symbol of their neighboring kingdom.
"Only one ship," Anna remarks. "Certainly not an invasion force." She gets a closer look and observes several uniformed men atop the ship's deck. "They look like dignitaries of some sort."
"Prince Anton?" Mattias theorizes.
"I don't see him," Anna says and hands the telescope back. "Maybe they're looking for him. Or they're here to take Naomi home. It's my wishful thinking anyway."
"What are your orders?" Mattias asks and awaits her command.
"Maintain a safe perimeter," Anna decrees. "Our priority is protecting the people above all else." She glances over at Kristoff and nods. "The three of us will handle this," she tells says.
The chilling fjord is eerily calm as the vessel closes in. A thin veil of silver clouds accompanies its dark sails while the royal crew prepares themselves. Normally, the salty sea air is a pleasant sensation for Prince Benjamin. But he can't help but feel tense upon seeing Arendelle's soldiers standing at the ready. While his father and older brothers make preparations to disembark, Ben descends below decks. Hans sits with Lynn in their personal and cramped quarters. There's a sense of foreboding in the air as Ben knocks and peeks in.
"We're approaching Arendelle," he informs them. As much as he wants to phrase things differently in front of Lynn, he speaks for Hans' safety. "It's probably best if you stay below decks."
"Why?" Lynn asks.
Her inevitable question has Ben glaring at Hans. He mentally urges his younger brother to make up excuses for his own mess. Swallowing hard, Hans ultimately speaks up. "Just because my father let me tag along doesn't mean he'll let me interfere with his plans."
"For diplomacy?" Lynn scoffs. "Please. After how your father treated you, you'll be medicine for the Arendellians."
Her comment almost makes Ben and Hans choke. "I'm not ready," Hans says to shut her down. "Can we just...stay down here and see how this goes?" He takes her hand in his and stares longingly into her eyes. "Please? Besides, Sitron's in the hold and we should check on him."
His fiancé sulks, but ultimately squeezes his hand. "Alright," she relents. "But we've got to work on your confidence, dear."
The ship docks and Arendelle's finest soldiers stand ready. Anna remains a steadfast symbol of refined regality. She doesn't budge as the ship's ramp clacks before the hem of her dress. King Victor is the first to disembark. He selects only the Big Three to accompany him while the rest of his sons loom over the railing. Anna squints at each royal and combs their expressions for deception. Relief takes her when she doesn't see her ex among them. They all seem as concerned as Naomi has been.
"Queen Anna," the royal elder greets with a bow. "I am King Victor of the Southern Isles. These are my oldest sons...Marcus, Rowan, and Damian."
Anna raises a brow and glances at Mattias. "I thought Prince Anton was your oldest," she sternly inquires.
Victor's faint grin comes crashing down as he shuts his grieving eyes. "He was," the king whispers.
"Was?" Anna asks while Naomi peeks out from the line of Arendellian soldiers.
"Sadly, my firstborn seems to have fallen ill before or during his return to the Southern Isles. He...died shortly after." The confession takes a toll on Victor and Marcus rubs his back for comfort. The news sends a chill running down Anna's spine while Naomi gasps.
"We were hoping that you could provide us with an explanation of some sort," Marcus says. "At least some sort of clue to grant us closure about his death."
"You traveled all this way for answers," Anna realizes. "Anton and I had just begun arranging treaties. Discussions were made to move forward with a potential alliance. One that would undo the errors of your youngest." Victor's guilt-racked eyes trail off as Anna mentions Hans. "But then, he just departed. He left us and his own servant without a word." As Anna gestures to Naomi, her husband emerges from the upper deck.
"Darling?" David beckons and lunges towards the ramp.
His sudden motion has several soldiers readying their swords until Anna raises a hand. "It's alright," she assures while Mattias clears a space for Naomi. The servants dart between the royals and hold each other in a tender embrace.
"David," Naomi rejoices. "I was so scared. I tried to carry on but-"
"It's alright," he says and strokes her blonde tresses. "I'm here."
Victor sighs at their reunion and looks to Anna. "Your majesty," the king utters. "These recent days have taken a grievous toll on many of us. We're all just hurting and searching for answers. Perhaps we can help each other and finish what Anton started." The queen's silence leaves Victor pursing his lips. "I promise you that none of my other children are like...him. They strived to be like Anton instead. And while Hans' exile is well deserved, it could be time for our nations to move forward together."
"My parents had always seen the best in people," Anna finally responds. "I want to do the same, but that trust goes both ways. Can we do the next right thing together? Or will our nations divide again? The choices are in our hands."
"These are not choices any of us want to waste," Victor assures. "I stand ready to make this right. Not for myself, but for my son."
"For Anton," Marcus adds and gets his brothers to reiterate those solemn words.
"So be it," Anna says. "You and your sons will be permitted to stay as we formulate peace treaties. No rooms will be offered and you can stay on your ship. These are my terms."
"And I humbly accept them," Victor replies.
"Soldiers," Anna commands. "Stand down. And Kai, have our chefs prepare a banquet in the Great Hall. Tonight, we honor Prince Anton's life. We celebrate his efforts to bring us together and the promise of a greater future."
Victor flashes a teary-eyed smile before returning to his other sons. Meanwhile, Kristoff and Mattias look as though they might faint. "Anna," her fiancé whispers as they depart from the docks. "Are you sure this is a good idea? I could understand if just the king came...but so many of his sons are here."
"I have to agree with Kristoff," Mattias adds. "We should send these guys packing."
"Prince Anton tried to restore a connection between our kingdoms," Anna says. "I'm giving his father the benefit of the doubt. However, I'd never overlook a potential 'stone in the snowball'." The queen's phrase has Mattias widening his eyes in realization.
"Understood," the general whispers and subtly salutes her.
"Stone in the snowball?" Kristoff questions. "Care to let me in on the plan?" Anna locks arms with him and leans against his shoulder. Only then does she whisper her secret meaning.
In the years following Elsa's coronation, Arendelle Castle has hosted a multitude of events in its illustrious Great Hall. While most gatherings had been met with joyous excitement from all involved, the night's banquet provokes uneasiness. There's tension in the air as Kai and Gerda finish laying out an assortment of platters for their sudden guests.
"I hope the cooks didn't poison these," Gerda gripes.
"They wouldn't dare," Kai remarks only to second guess himself. "Would they?"
"Years might've passed, but the wounds are still fresh for some of us." Gerda mumbles. "We embraced Prince Hans with open arms. Trusted him just as Anna did." Kai shudders when Gerda slams a tray down. "And then he nearly kills them both. The very girls we've been caring for since they were bundled in cloth diapers."
Kai places a soothing hand on her shoulder. "What that man did was beyond despicable," he says. "But we cannot blame an entire kingdom for the actions of one royal."
"I know," Gerda sighs. "It's just that...none of this feels right. Between that prince trying to make peace before mysteriously running off. But then he ends up dead before-"
A sudden cough has Kai and Gerda turning towards the door. Naomi inches her way into the Great Hall and she cautiously waves. "C-can I help at all?"
"No," Gerda shuts down the foreign servant. "We've most definitely got it." As Naomi steps away, Gerda brings her voice down to a whisper. "Redeemed or not," she tells Kai. "I'll find my peace when all of our guests return to the Southern Isles."
Kai validates her sentiments with a nod and motions to the nearby guards. "We're ready," he tells them. The guards ensure that every wall-mounted lantern is set aglow. Then they open the doors as Queen Anna and Kristoff lead their guests inside.
King Victor's eyes widen at such a bountiful and festive display. "The stories don't do your Great Hall justice," he lauds. "It truly is a sight to behold. Right boys?" By the time Victor glances over, his sons are already seeing to the banquet. Damian pours himself the biggest glass of wine possible and chugs it. Embarrassed, Victor tries nervously laughing it off. "You'll have to excuse my sons. They're...grieving."
"Uhuh," Anna affirms and helps him change the subject. "Believe it or not, your late son had suggested a banquet like this if our alliance was ever solidified. The lanterns were actually his idea." Victor raises a brow as she points them out. "Eight proud lights. Seven to represent each of your islands, and one to symbolize Arendelle. All unified around these festivities."
"That's-" the king pauses as if a barrage of thoughts has cascaded over him. "-beautiful," he strains himself to say while thoughts of Anton are still fresh in his mind.
As he remains protectively close to Anna, Kristoff keeps a keen eye on their surroundings. His gaze sways over each of the Southern Isles royals, but ultimately falls on Naomi. While the servant has appeared skittish over the last week, one would think she'd feel more comfortable among her own people again. Instead, Naomi looks as jittery as ever. She can hardly stir her tea as Kristoff traces her frantic stare across the hall. She's eyeing David, whose calmness lays juxtaposed against her nerves. With a swift tilt of his head, he silently beckons her to meet him elsewhere. Kristoff watches as Naomi sets her tea down and speeds down the hall.
"Dear," Kristoff mumbles and Anna leans over. "I'll be right back. I'm gonna check on a possible-" He lowers his voice and whispers, "Stone in our snowball." Anna subtly nods as her fiancé departs. She keeps mingling with King Victor while Kristoff tails Naomi from a distance.
Seeing Arendelle Castle aglow from the ship's hold takes Hans back to Elsa's coronation. No amount of years on his mind nor scruff on his face can shroud the pain dwelling within. Memories race by as if they've only just occurred. And yet he stands idly by...trapped between two stagnant worlds. Lynn nudges him until he snaps free of his thoughts. "Hey," she whispers. "What are we waiting for?" He tilts his head in bewilderment until she continues. "Oh come on, love," the huntress asserts. "We didn't sail all the way over here so you could mope around in here. No offense to Sitron," she adds while petting the horse. "Don't you see? You're still letting their influences get to you."
"What are we supposed to do?" Hans grumbles, hoping to dissuade her. His question only challenges her further and he knows it. "Oh no..." Hans warns.
"Oh yes," she urges. "You're never going to break through your limits if you keep wallowing in your doubts."
"Lynn-"
"Don't you trust me?" she asks. That single question has Hans hanging his head. Lynn brings a loving hand to his cheek. "I trust you with all of my heart," she tells him. "But I need the same from you, my dear. Forget your family's rules. It's about time you made your own mark. We'll do it together-"
"Dear," Hans calls to her with grimness in his tone. "No," he affirms.
His fiancé pouts, yet teases a subtle smirk. "Fine then," she jests. "Guess I'll have to go by myself."
"What?" Hans gasps as Lynn heads for the upper deck. "But-"
"I refuse to stay cooped up in here while the others have all the fun," she asserts. "Even if I must go alone."
Hans' heart races as he imagines every possible discovery Lynn will make without him present. Unable to handle the thoughts any longer, he reluctantly chases after her. "Hold on," he resigns. "I'm coming."
Lynn grins back at him and takes his hand in hers. "I knew you'd see things my way," she jests. "I'm sure the Arendellians won't mind two more guests."
Every step off of the ship's deck makes Hans' feel like he's walking on hot coals. His heart pounds as he observes the kingdom's iconic pier and the memories arrive to plague him.
"Prince Hans, of the Southern Isles."
"Princess Anna of Arendelle."
The greetings haunt him as he winces in dismay.
"I'd like to formally apologize for hitting the Princess of Arendelle with my horse...and for every moment after."
Every moment after, Hans thinks to himself. Anna had no idea what was going to happen. She just-
"Hans?" Lynn beckons from across the quiet dock. "Are you coming?"
"Y-yes," Hans mumbles and hurries to catch up with her.
"Wow," Lynn utters as she peers across an expansive and stony bridge. "Now that's a castle." Hans can faintly make out the green-capped guards stationed at its gates across the way. Knowing his truth will be unveiled if they go straight ahead, he instinctually snatches Lynn's wrist. She notices his forceful grip and urgently looks back at him. "Are you alright?" Lynn asks.
"N-no," Hans mutters and tries to pass his protectiveness off as timidity. "Maybe we shouldn't go to the castle." His eyes trail off towards the moonlit kingdom. "What if we did something better instead?" Lynn raises a brow as he forces a smile. "Your turn to trust me," he insists.
Kristoff cautiously follows Naomi down Arendelle castle's darkened halls. In an effort to remain undetected, he hangs back and glimpses her turning towards a storage closet. Kristoff presses against the nearest wall and leans in. He squints as the faint sounds of a debate echo from the closet. Daring to peek over, Kristoff catches a glimpses of David and Naomi gesturing to each other. They both seem irate, yet Naomi's aggressions turn to pleas. Concerned about her safety, Kristoff decides to put his espionage aside and intervene. He's nearly over to the closet when he overhears David's next statement.
"I thought you cared," the servant grumbles.
"Of course I do," Naomi scolds. "How dare you question my love."
"Then we see this through," David asserts and snatches something from her hands. "For them."
He's about to head out when Naomi takes his arm. "Please," she weeps. "Maybe there's another way."
David sighs and pulls her into a passionate kiss. As they part lips, he wipes the tears from her eyes and says, "I love you." As David departs, he bumps shoulders with Kristoff and quickly bows his head. "So sorry, sir. My wife has just been very stressed with the commitment she's taken on in Prince Anton's absence. She's prone to have such...breakdowns." David rushes off in a hurry and leaves Kristoff to check in the closet.
Naomi's still wiping her tears when he asks. "Is everything alright?"
The servant forces a smile and hurriedly nods. "Yes," she assures. "The last week has just been very difficult. Especially after learning of Prince Anton's passing. I should freshen up in the washroom."
"Mhm," Kristoff mumbles as Naomi heads out and sniffles away.
Lynn's feet wobble as Hans covers her eyes. Her shoes scrape against oddly-wet stones as she hears roaring waters cascade. "Can I see now?" she asks impatiently.
"Not yet," Hans teases and guides her up a jutting stone. "And...now." He lifts his hands and Lynn goes wide-eyed. He's taken her to a rock formation just beneath Arendelle's scenic waterfall. From there, they can see the entire village resting along its glistening fjord.
"Hans," Lynn says and holds him close. "This is beyond beautiful." Her eyes are fixated on the stars above as her jaw drops. "How did you even know about this place?"
"I'd read about this legendary and rather romantic spot in a traveler's book," Hans falsely explains. As he keeps his fiancé captivated, he cannot help but recall how he truly learned of the sight. During Elsa's coronation, a lovestruck Anna had taken him on a tour to all of her favorite spots. She'd guided him up to this very ledge...where he'd sprung his plan into action.
"Can I say something crazy? Will you marry me?"
The words of Hans' past sting him to his core. Yet there stands Lynn, completely mesmerized by the sight as if it were new for both of them. "This is so thoughtful," she says. "I-" As Lynn turns to kiss her fiancé, she suddenly gasps.
"What?" is all Hans can utter before a sword's pommel strikes his head. General Mattias' hit is as stealthy as it is swift and Hans drops to his knees.
"No!" Lynn screams and dashes to her fiancé's aid. Hans can hardly see straight as Lynn lunges at Mattias. Her fist doesn't travel far as another guard snatches her arm. "Let go!" she growls and jabs at his ribcage. It takes two guards to hold Lynn down as Hans realizes what's happening.
"S-stop," he grumbles through his daze as Lynn is taken away. "Leave her alo-" Another guard yanks Hans up by his collar and forces his arms behind his back.
"We were warned about another," Mattias says while staring Hans down. "You must be the Hans her majesty's told me so much about."
"I know this looks bad," Hans stammers. "But please, that woman had nothing to do with anything I've done. I was only trying to look after h-"
"Take him away," Mattias intones as a guard shoves Hans forward.
Hans' knees are numbed by the time he's been dragged into Arendelle Castle. He's hauled beside a confused Lynn, who's just relieved to see him alive. "Hans," she whispers sharply "What-"
"Dearest," Hans interrupts. "Listen to me now more than ever. No matter what these people say. No matter what you hear. It's all lies-"
"Shut up!" the guard moving Hans barks.
As Mattias pushes open the Great Hall's double doors, all look upon the arrival of Arendellian troops. Kristoff is just about to report his findings to Anna as heads turn towards the spectacle. "Queen Anna!" Mattias announces. "You were right to be suspicious. We've found your stone in the snowball!"
"The what?" King Victor sputters and sets a chalice of wine down. "What is the meaning of this?"
Anna stands tall alongside Kristoff. "A snowball fight is all fun and games," she begins. "But appearances can be deceiving and not everyone likes to play fair. I learned that years ago." As Anna says such, the last thing she expects is for Mattias to bring an actual example from her past. No amount of facial hair can shroud a face that still haunts her worst nights. Her fists clench and blue eyes widen as Prince Hans of the Southern Isles is thrown before her. While his arrival prompts shock from even his own kin, none are more astonished than the queen herself. Anna feels like she's living a nightmare as fear swirls amidst anger. Her nostrils flare as she leers down at the captive prince.
Hans is frozen in shock. Once again, so many unwanted stares remain fixated on him as he gulps. Lynn can feel the rising heaviness as she becomes all the more confused.
"Queen Anna," Victor rushes to plead. "I assure you that we had no idea-"
Anna silences the king with a wave of her hand. In all of her years since punching Hans into the fjord, she's often thought about what it would be like to see him again. Yet now that he's at her feet, she wants to say everything and nothing at the same time. Realizing her people are looking to her for a response, Anna clears her throat. As she opens her mouth to speak, someone yells from the upper balcony.
"Royals of the Southern Isles!" David bellows from upstairs. As if his declaration isn't odd enough, those below are unsettled by the lantern in his hand. Anna quickly checks the hall and realizes one of the eight lights has been removed from its wall hook. Naomi can hardly watch as her husband raises the lantern and declares, "Let your sins be paid for in blood! By tooth and claw! Fur and fang!" Anna's heart sinks as David raises his offhand and opens his palm. As he does so, he reveals a smooth stone with intricate claw marks running across it.
The sight has Kristoff staggering back in disbelief as he utters, "Anna...is-...is that a-"
"And from my infernal offering-" David declares as tears run down Naomi's cheeks. "-unleash the beast!" In that instant, David brings his hands together over his head. As he does so, the lantern explodes against the mysterious stone...and sets his body ablaze.
Author's Note: Thank you so much for reading the second chapter in this year's Halloween Special! Your kindness and support is very much appreciated. I'll see you next Sunday for the pulse-pounding continuation of this mysterious tale!
Long Live Imagination,
~ Michael