Gordan ground his yellow teeth together, how could the queen have sent that letter without first notifying them! The council was there to help with decisions!

He stood up angrily and slammed his left hand on the table. "Do you have any idea of what you have caused!?"

Angus Who was calm and recollected breathed in deeply. "Sit down Gordan."

Guinevere fanned herself excessively, "your highness I don't usually agree with," she paused slightly swiping her eyes up and down Gordan, her red lips turned back, "these people... but I'm afraid that today they're right!"

You didn't give us the time to take down those wanted signs of the Prince!"

Phillipe closed his eyes. "That's not the problem, your highness. The problem is we have limited time... and that bounty was scattered all over the country... the King and Queen... if they see it... will think the worst of things." He turned to look at Gordan, who was head of the council meeting and nodded, pushing up his glasses.

Elsa had her hands tangled together. She was trying so hard not to freeze everything right now. They were right. She criticized Anna, but she was acting the same way.

Mentally she cursed herself. Her father had told her so many times, "lead with your head, not with your heart". It was true, the heart is treacherous.

Gordan sat down finally, trying to contain himself. Yes it had been their fault the bounty existed, but Elsa had also agreed on the matter. Before letting the King and Queen though know, she should have called a meeting, so they could make preparations. They had no idea if the Southern Isles Royalty was accompanied by navy fleet. It could potentially be the end of Arendelle. First rule of political service, always think ahead.

"I'll get my son to take down every single paper that was put up." He managed a smile, "everything he's said he's completed. I'll see it to him."

The rest of the council got to their feet quickly. Everyone had a task. Some preparing papers for trading matters, some arranging their welcoming. And finally some ordering the staff to prepare rooms. And her last quiet council member General Gerard was setting up a fleet, they had to be ready for anything.

Elsa stood from the meeting table and hugged herself, walking slowly to her room. She always managed to ruin everything. She was the reigning monarch, yet she felt like the queen of screwing things up.

They had about two nights to ready everything for their visitors.

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Gerda slowly opened the door to her husband's room. Yes it had been true that these two would not share a room, and since they were married they only shared their bed a few times. Only nights of passion, and love.

"Kai, are you in here?"

It was very early in the morning, and already she had been up for hours. "The King and Queen of the Southern Isles have arrived, they are waiting to be courted."

The man lazily opened one eye, it had been so long that he'd slept in. And everything that had happened lately was affecting him. Maybe later he would have Dr. Stone check on him.

He sat at the edge of his bed, his eyes drowsy from sleep, and throat dry from lack of water.

He had been intending to speak to the queen about his suspicion, but time was against him.

Jet Ryhus was quickly becoming an enemy, and so closely was he watching him. He was beginning to feel like a deer to a wolf.

He quickly got up suddenly remembering his tasks and began dressing for the day, his wife stepping out of the room. He would bring the King and Queen of The Southern Isles to see Her royal Majesty queen Elsa of Arendelle.

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Hans pilled up the racks of fruits so they could look appealing to the customers, for now maybe he would settle down and not question the path the lord had put him in.

Since he begun working with James, everything felt right. Maybe being royalty was the curse he had upon him.

The prince stood proudly, admiring his pallet, he had arranged full heads of grapes, color by color, from green to dark purple, and oranges from smallest to large.

It was early in the morning, but already the royal guards were rushing about towards the port.

"Look it there boy!" James finished unloading his carriage and placing the last batch of fruits with the other goods. "The Royal vessel of The Southern Isles."

Hans simply moved his eyes towards the large ship. So his family had come to pick up his "remains". He suddenly felt the pit of his stomach drop. Mother...

Though he had always seeked the approval of his father, his mother had always been there for him.

"They're here early." was all Hans answered, suddenly in a saddened mood. How it was going to break his heart with the sight of woe in his mother's eyes.

Wrapping his cloak around his face tighter, he sat on a stool waiting for his family to walk past the vegetation shop.

He mentally fantasized on showing himself just to see the look in their faces, but decided against it. They would think he had done so to call for attention, fake your own death... maybe it was better this way.

The merchant man bowed as the twelve princes walked past his shop, none of which showed any interest. James looked up only to lower himself again when the old King and Queen walked past him.

The queen walked past them with a dark umbrella, and a black veil over her face. A black dress was adorning her aging body, and she wore her hair in loose greying curls.

Hans looked up with pride when his brothers passed, but quickly looked down when his parents slowly followed. So the whole family is here?

"Lad, c'mere, I have to return home. Bring back the last batch of vegetables and herbs, I can't believe I left em behind. I'll be an hours time."

The redhead smiled and nodded. This indeed was a much better life. Humble people, no pressure, and honesty.

He felt the need though, to run up to his mother and hug her. Those tears she was hiding in public made his stomach weak. He could tell, her eyes spoke nothing but grief. Sighing Hans closed his eyes, she was the only one who cared.

Grabbing an apple, he took a bite from it, when he came back to realization, a girl with dark long hair and big hazel eyes stood right ahead of him. Her neat brows were knitted together.

"Where is my father?" She walked towards the prince, making him stand and scrunch his face.

"He returned to your home, he seemed to have forgotten some herbs and vegetables." The prince avoided the girl by standing as far away as possible, and hid his face with his hood.

"Why do you hide yourself?" She walked closer to him, suddenly grabbing at his long cloak.

"Because... it's none of your concern, noble. Now please leave me at peace."

Heidi smiled suddenly, she was such an odd girl, always getting into trouble. Loving freedom and curiosity.

"You're a convict aren't you?"

The redhead shook his head, "aren't you supposed to be home, like every woman?"

The girl giggled, "you're the one to court me, why don't you take me home?"

"Because that's highly inappropriate."

She smiled at his answer, he maybe wasn't a convict, but he definitely wasn't a commoner. She could tell simply by the choice of his words.

Sitting down on a stool next to the prince she giggled.

Hans closed his eyes but minded no attention to her. She was obviously trying to get under his skin.

"I help my father every Friday, this is the only bonding time we have together, he usually brings me with him... but since you are here, I no longer count." She laughed softly.

"You know, I met Amos here. He was selling flowers, and the moment I saw him .. I just knew he was the one." Hans stared at Heidi, why was she telling him?

"My father is accepting, he let Olga be courted by Adnan, a stable boy for the royal guards. When Amos first showed interest in me, father loved the idea. I could be working with flowers, seeing that I love them so much." She smiled softly towards Hans, he was quietly listening to her. He quietly wondered if maybe she was explaining all this cause she had no one to talk to?

"But one day, when Amos was going to ask for my hand, was when a fleet of pirates decided to show up. There was no warning, no nothing. When their captain saw goods, he had waltz around ordering what was to be taken, his crew mortifying everyone. They had beat my father down leaving him showered in his own blood. They took everything from the shops around us, trying to also take me."

When Amos saw this he had ran up to the captain and tried to pull me take me away from them. They beat him and broke him. When they had him on his knees ready to be decapitated, his father ran up to the pirate, on his knees telling them, "don't hurt the boy, take her, but don't kill my only son". "

Hans turned when a wild ruckus sounded from his left side, there was James with the rest of his vegetation and herbs, coming in to the pavement of the town center.

"It was then," Heidi continued, "that the queen herself had come to save us all. She froze the captain solid from his neck down and the rest of his crew. She repossessed the boat and let us go. Since then father cannot tolerate Amos and my love. It wasn't his fault! His father was the coward, not him!"

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Elsa closed her eyes tightly, listening to the report Jet Rhyus had. Her nails were clawed tightly in her throne. She had about a good ten minutes to greet the royal family.

"We succeeded your majesty, there are no more papers posted around town. I've sent the scouts further into every county and small village, soon all of Arendelle will have no trace of such papers."

"Thank you Jet Rhyus, I am pleased... you are all dismissed."

The crew turned and began for the door, all but the head swordsman himself. "My queen... once this ordeal is over... maybe a little more time than that; could you accompany this humble worker of yours-"

Elsa knew, everytime he encountered her, there was some type of offering.

She stood from her throne making him kneel. There was no emotion in his eyes no trace of love in his voice. Everything sounded so forced with him.

She had no idea anymore how to say no to him, he wouldn't listen. "Jet... this... I appreciate your attention, but please-"

He stood and stepped away from her, his face obvious with rage. "Say no more." Without more said, he stepped outside the throne room, barely containing himself to throw over the tables and knights displayed outside the throne room.

Fine your highness. I wanted to do this without magic, but you leave no other option. You will be mine. He strode off to the stables, ready to visit the darkest point of Arendelle. He would set up his crew, and leave Fred in charge, the trip would take a month to return, but he would do it, there was absolutely no other way.

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"Your highness, queen Elsa. The royal family of The Southern Isles. I present to thee, Queen History, and King Hansel Westergaard."

Elsa awaited their entrance standing, she wore a long black dress, covered in sparkly shards of ice, her shoes were dark in hue, and her queenly crown sat atop of her perfectly braided hair. She was wearing a dark veil, and black lipstick.

Queen History, walked in quickly, desperately trying to see the queen. She bowed before her younger equal, and with tears in her eyes hugged Elsa.

"Please... where's my son?" Elsa stood there motionless, when suddenly she felt tears forming in her eyes.She had forgotten how pure a mother's love was. It had been too long.

"I'm sorry I had to have brought you all with such devastating news..." she distanced herself from the queen, but held her hand whilst guiding them towards where the body was lain.

Only the queen and King followed behind her, their 12 sons laughing back in the throne room.

She lifted her hand and with a swipe, cleared the ice from the coffin. Two guards opened it, and as soon as Queen History saw the corpse, she dropped to her knees. Elsa knew... the queen hoped it wasn't real. King Hansel closed his eyes in grief, holding against his wife.

"We will take him from your hands." Was all the King said before he grabbed his wife and walked outside of the throne room.

Servants quickly waited on them taking each and ever family member to their designated room. It would be two weeks before they left. The queen had powers of ice, until then, Hans would have to be frozen. And once on Isles waters he would be thrown over seas... letting the admiral rest in waters.

For now, rest was a good idea for the royals.