The pier of Arandelle creaked gently, the boats in the port swayed back and forth slowly as the water splashed around in dance. The giant shadows of the boats hindered the moon from the fish below.

The Prince of the Southern Isles stared at the man who was rowing the tiny raft to Arendellian shores. There was a heavy feeling in the pit of his stomach. It somehow felt like something was wrong, that something bad would happen.

The Prince closed his eyes and clenched his cloak tight against his chest. He did not know if he would be welcomed. It had been already two weeks since he'd last been seen in Arendelle. Maybe things weren't going how he'd thought they were.

"Don't be nervous, boy." The dark cloaked man continued his row. The only thing Hans could see from the man was a large golden tooth, and beard covering his face from him.

"She'll not harm ye."

The Prince sat there in silence, the little waves of the water relaxing him a bit. Maybe the old man was right. He was overwhelmed it was all.

Suddenly the raft clashed against soil, and soon the Prince had to bid a thank you to the man, and farewells.

He fished his luggage from the raft, and slowly made his way into the kingdom. If his gut hadn't deceived him yet, then this greeting with the queen was going to be far from pleasant.

He began his way towards the forest, rethinking about going to the castle gates and presenting himself. Sighing he stared up at the sky. Venus, if he was not mistaken, was at its highest peak: 2:27 am.

Maybe rest was indeed a good idea.

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Staff ran from one room to the other, rushing with wet towels to the queens chambers.

"I'm fine Anna!" The queen held at her stomach while her sister touched her forehead.

"No you are not Elsa!"

This is the fifth time you've thrown up!"

Elsa rolled her eyes and sat in her bed. The smell of wild berries was making her sick, and she had no idea where it was coming from.

Another spurt of liquid came from the queens lips, the scent was getting stronger.

"Do you smell that Anna?" The queen stared desperately at her sister.

"Honestly Elsa... no."

What is it you're smelling?"

The doors to her chambers shot open, Kristoff stood there panting with an old doctor right behind him. "Here he is!"

"I came as fast as possible your highness. I just couldn't find my stethoscope."

Anna looked at him then turned back to Elsa and stood at her sisters side. She hated seeing Elsa sick. Her sister was such a strong person, someone who always overcame any obstacle: sometimes it would take a while, but she'd always overcome it.

"It's alright, Dr. Stone, I'm fine, I'm sorry we had to have troubled you. I've just eaten something that didn't come well to my stomach."

As soon as Elsa finished speaking her insides were spilled out again. Kristoff cringes as the feeling of bile ran up his throat. He pinched his nose and began walking out, "I'll be outside if anyone needs me."

Anna nodded and closed the door behind her husband. She walked towards Elsa again and turned to the doctor.

"This is the 6th time she's thrown up. It started a few hours ago."

Gerda stepped in quietly, "she began sick at 2:27, it's only been one hour and already she's been dehydrated."

The doctor nodded and smiled.

That's what Elsa liked about Dr. Stone. He was a patient man, and never argued about her overprotective family members. Sometimes she even felt like a burden to him. Anna would occasionally call him "because Elsa looks paler than usual". He would check her for the princess' sake, and never had he once complained about doing so.

When this man had sworn loyalty to the royal family, to her father when he was in the throne, he really had meant "whatever time, whatever occasion, whatever emergency. I will always be there to his royal highness and blood. Till the day I retire".

Elsa coughed slightly as she looked at her sister realizing that the doctor was already checking her.

"Gerda, Princess Anna?"

The two women hmphed in unison, letting him know they'd heard.

The man looked back towards the ladies and politely asked them to leave. Anna nodded but worriedly closed the door behind her. She hoped everything was OK with her sister.

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Leaves crackled under his heavy boots, and the cloak he wore over his head flowed freely through the wind. He held tightly his sack of belongings with his right hand, and with his left hand his sword. If he had known it was mating season for coyotes he would've never have gone through that path. Maybe that funny feeling had been the coyotes.

He stared up at the stars, his eyes shining brightly in the pale moon.

Oh how the forest was a truly beautiful place, almost magical. He could hear the birds of night cooing softly, and how the wind brushed the leaves gently. He could see almost as well as day with the moon that was high in the sky, readying to fall back and come the day.

Soon he had reached his little cottage, and rest was going to come. Not as comfortable as when he was in the ship, much less in the island, but rest, sleep, much of what his body needed.

Hans opened the door to his "home" and quickly settled his belongings at the entrance. Without much thought he turned, and as he'd usually do placed a thick clod of wood to lock the door.

Quietly he turned to his oil lamp and lit it, and without much thought quickly tossed himself to his bed, falling asleep soundly. Finally the scent of wild berries leaving him at peace.

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"Your highness, recently you have been under quite a handful of pressure. I understand you have been neglecting yourself. I don't need explaining, I know from experience with other royals, that so many things are expected of thee."

Elsa stayed in silence as he opened her mouth to look down her throat.

"Now it's no business of mine your highness, but rumors are speculating suddenly."

The queen closed her mouth and eyed the man with one brow so high it threatened her doctor to speak.

"And what rumor would that be Dr. Stone?

"That fear is reentering your life."

To this the queen bit her tongue, she hadn't expected this from her doctor. Why was that rumor going around? Was she reacting like her old self?

"Now don't pay any mind to that my queen. But what you do have to explain are these symptoms you have."

The fair haired heiress swallowed and closed her eyes, just the thought of the smell made her stomach weak, and without thought, she spilled out her insides again.

The old man nodded and stood to his bag and returned with a small vile. "Now before I give these to you, enlighten me."

Elsa shook from the aftermath of vomiting.

"You are presenting some symptoms of conception... is there any possibility?"

The queen reddened and stared at the old man with embarrassment. "No Dr. There is absolutely no chances of that."

"Good. You will drink these every three hours, a teacup of good weeds, and a spoonful of honey, and you will be better by tomorrow." He stood handing the vile to the queen and began walking out his bag in hand.

"Plenty of fluids, and stay in bed for the rest of the day. I will tell Gerda so she can take care of everything. Rest now tiny queen."

Elsa smiled at her nickname, since she was a child he'd called her that. Tiny queen... she closed her eyes and soon she fell asleep, the scent not bothering her so much suddenly.

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"Is she going to be alright?" Anna almost crashed into the Dr. As she ran up to him.

"Yes she will, princess Anna." He smiled politely at her and turned to look at Gerda. Though it was never bothersome to attend the royals, it was tiring. And his old bones could feel it.

"Mrs. Gerda, queen Elsa will need many liquids, much rest, and to drink some good weed tea with a spoon of honey. I gave her medication she'll drink every three hours. Her royal highness will be fine, I will be back tomorrow night to check on her."

Both Anna and Gerda smiled and nodded.

"May I walk you to the door?" Gerda politely began with their doctor and soon got lost in the long corridor.

Kristoff suddenly showed up behind his wife. Wrapping his arms around her, and yawning. "Let's go to bed?"

The redhead smiled and nodded, she felt relieved now that her sister was fine. Rest sounded good right about now.

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The morning came and went, and outside of Her Royal highness castle, the town crier shook his bell loudly.

"Convicted prince Hans Westerguaard of the Southern isles, found dead on shoreline!"

The people of Arendelle including Kai gasped in horrified notion.

"Prince Hans of The Southern Isles found dead in shoreline!"

Kai began speeding up towards the town crier, his heart beating so fast he hadn't even noticed when the princess had crossed his path. He held up a hand to the crier and calmed himself before speaking.

"Hello, good day sir."

Is what you have said true?"

The crier nodded, "yes sir, the body was located just a few minutes ago, by none other than Jet Rhyus himself."

Kai gritted his teeth, "but no reports have been sent to her royal highness."

Anna joined in on her trusted butler. Though she had wronged him, he'd forgiven her. "Kai is it true?"

"That's what I intend to find out, princess Anna."

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Fred stared blankly at the body they had recovered from the shore. For once, crazy Jet Rhyus had been right, prince Hans was indeed dead.

"What are we going to do with the body, Jet?"

The dark haired swordsman walked about around his office, signing the last papers to send the body to the doctor to prepare for burial.

"It's taken care of."

The blond Fred rose his shoulders and shook his head, whilst two other guards took the corpse away.

"I hate to have to tell her royal highness the news about our troubled Prince."

Kai burst through the door, his face red with what looked like rage, with an Anna right behind him. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH THE PRINCE!?"

The head guard looked at him with honest confusion. This was not his doing. "I have not wronged, Kai Smith. I simply found the body, I wasn't the one who decided it was your beloved Prince. Fred and David identified."

"It's true," Fred acknowledged the princess and quickly bowed to her.

"How did you know it was Hans?"

Jet eyed Fred and nodded towards him.

"Follow me, as you will see there is no confusing..."

"Anna," Jets eyes burned through her back, "that's no place for a woman such as yourself."

The princess instinctively froze and turned to look at him. Though he claimed to love her sister, he had warning vibes around him all the time. He made her uncomfortable.

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Hans awoke gently, his eyes hardly staying open, though he loved sailing, maybe time off of water was going to do him good.

He slowly stretched and sat up erect in his cot, trying to rid of the drowsiness of sleep. He wasn't sure if he was absolutely ready to enter the town yet.

He had enough rations in his bag for about another good week or so, and there was fresh water just about three kilometers south, not to mention the water in his gourd. Maybe some hunting, a long bath, and a good amount of rest would do him good. That and the feeling in his stomach that just wouldn't leave him, made the decision to not going anywhere easier to make.

He stood slowly from the bed, and walked out to start a fire, some tea and biscuits for breakfast sounded good.

He sat in a rock a good ten feet away from his home, and quietly drank his tea, biting into the biscuits every now and other sip.

Something was off, the air was tense, and the ambient too quite. Something had gone down in the castle grounds.

Whatever it was he was now determined to find out.

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"Queen Elsa?" Kai and Gerda quietly spoke to the queen, they knew the news that was going to come to her would be bad. Hopefully not making her situation worse.

"Kai, Gerda... is everything alright? Is Anna OK!?"

The loyal butler chuckled at the woman's haste comments, though it was not her fault for her traumas, it'd enlighten him. The first thought the queen ever had was of her sister.

"No actually my queen... we have terrible news regarding the Prince..." Gerda closed her eyes and held at her rosary tightly.

The blonde heiress furrowed her eyebrows together and moved the sheets to her side standing immediately from her bed. "I gave strict order-"

Kai interrupted her, "it was unintentional..."

Without letting her loyal servants finish she summoned a black and white dress and clear heels.

"Where is he?"

The servants followed the queen out of her chambers trailing quickly behind her. "Your highness, prince Hans was found dead washed up on our shores. Nothing more was done to him. He drowned, maybe trying to escape when he saw the bounty."

Elsa suddenly froze in her tracks, the walls of her castle freezing quickly.

"Do you have any idea, what this is going to cause?"

The Prince is dead thanks to my foolish decision...

Elsa began to breathe heavily, she needed to go, run away. Clear her mind for a while.

Without warning she ran. Running away just like when the siren had chased her, running and not looking back.

"Queen Elsa!"

Kai rushed after her only to stop a few feet away because of the slippery floor.

"We must get princess Anna."

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Hans cloaked himself from head to toe, covering his weapons perfectly too.

Not many knew of his upper hand in battle, he was swiftly trained as a right handed fighter, but his natural stance held a much better fight. His left handedness always brought up a good surprise in battles.

He began walking out towards the town. walking a good two hours before actually setting foot in pavement.

The first thing he noticed when he set foot in town was the queen of snow herself, Elsa, being hugged by her beloved sister Anna, and the big brute she had of a husband.

Had someone died? slowly he walked about covering his face swiftly, and not exactly knowing why, when a royal guardsmen walked past him.

Hans walked closer to the sisters, pretending to be looking at some fruit at a nearby stall.

"Elsa, please..."

The queen nodded and turned to see the people around her, she was not crying, no. A queen knew better than to cry in public.

"I need to see Jet Rhyus, to settle this matter once and for all. Also... we need to notify the Kingdom of the Southern Isles."

Hans ear twitched slightly as that news hit his senses. Why was his home suddenly involved? He needed more information.

He stared at the sisters as they were lead away by two guards and Sven, if he recalled correctly Anna's husbands name, back towards the castle. his eyes glued onto the queen until she disappeared from his sight.

"Are ye gonna get anything boy?" The salesman smiled kindly at him.

"Oh-yes. I... excuse me... it's just-"

The kind man chuckled. "It's just you had never seen the queen up so close in person, right?"

Hans grunted and blushed, his hood covering most of his face from the man.

"Actually it's, yes. You see... I'm from far east of Arendelle..."

and I really have no idea what's going on about now..."

"The names James boy, nice to meet you." The Prince looked up only to have a hand shoved in his face, the Prince shook it swiftly and smiled. "nice to meet you James. they call me Berrie..." Hans closed his eyes in annoyance with himself for introducing himself with such a horrid alias.

"Well Berrie, town gossip is happenin. Turns out that the Prince of the Southern Isles was found dead just this morning."

His green eyes went wide his mouth hanging open. "What!?"

"That's right laddy... our poor queen takes everything upon herself... she's such a frail little thing, but vicious when she needs to be. God bless her honest heart..." James stared Anthe castle smiling at the image of their queen. "If ida been younger-" he turned to look back, only to see Berrie running towards the docks.

Hans rushed to the sea, desperately wanting to see his face in the reflection of the waters.

He splashed around, wetting his clothes, armor, weapons, boots, everything, wanting nothing more than to recognize his face in the reflection. Gasping for air he calmed himself.

When he looked down, he could see green eyes looking back at him, a sharp nose turned up slightly. Light freckles covered his cheeks, long thin lips, a strong jawline, no sideburns, and raging red hair. He was himself.

It had been a while now since he hadn't let his sideburns grow out. A new style of life, meant a new style of look.

He furrowed his eyebrows together and began to walk out of the water, his clothes heavy and dripping.

If his body was found dead, for some ungodly reason, and he was still physically himself, then what in the hell was going on?

He needed answers, and only Sven knew where to get the answers from. The trolls.