There was fog that morning. The fjord was covered by it.
The boats slowly bounced up and down as the small waves from the water clashed softly against the wood of the vessel.
He wanted to throw up. He did not want to go. He clung on to Gretel as his father's men began the load.
He had spoken to James about his leaving he had not told him where. The man had agreed to his departure with tears in his eyes. He told no one else.
There was yelling in the background but Hans paid no mind to it. They were simply loading the king's belongings.
He did not want to go.
His brother came along greeted him kindly and walked on to his room in the ship where he and his wife would stay with their daughter. That meant that the queen had already formally bid her farewells.
He would not see her... There was no use... She would not stop them from leaving.
Soon they lifted the anchors and the prince could not help but look out to see if she was there. Alas she was. She wore a dark blue shimmering dress, so fitting to her cold personality. He loved her so though so much that now what he was was for her. To be with her.
His eyes twinkled with tears, and his daughter began to move around in his arms. His heart clenched as the vessel began to move. He was going home, and he would leave behind the woman he loved ever so much.
He did not know how long it would be until he would see her again, but he hoped in his heart that he would see her soon.
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Days had gone by and Elsa was devistated, she had not spoken to her husband since the day of the christening. She had not seen him. She had not heard anything from him, from Gretel.
Kai looked to the queen as she paced around. He knew and she knew what she needed.
He kindly looked to her and sighed. "Your majesty," he whispered almost, "go to him, fix this, you cannot be like this!"
Elsa looked to him with watery eyes, "he doesn't want to see me, Kai."
He shook his head with a smile. "Try harder my queen. It's only a matter of time. If he loves you like he says he does then he will accept your apology."
The queen looked hopeful and bit her lip. "I will see."
She began towards the door but the butler stopped her. "Queen Elsa, promise me you will formally name him your husband. Explain the situation to the council. Everything that has happened and how it happened, fill him with honor and trust my queen, but don't just promise, take action my queen."
Elsa bit her lip and looked out towards the door. "First I have to see if he accepts me once more."
There was a small nod from the butler, and the queen walked past him. "Thank you Kai, for being the voice I need."
He smiled once more and went on to pick up the cold tea from the Queen's room.
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She rode in silence in her snow steed.
She had forbade anyone to follow her, including Anna who wanted to see her goddaughter. She needed to see them alone, to be able to hold them, kiss them, speak of truths.
She soon arrived to the merchant man's property and soon enough was greeted by that very man.
"Your highness..." James bowed low to the queen but Elsa could feel something off about him. He was not happy as he had always been.
Her heart clenched in her chest and she felt bile rising on her throat. "James..." She quickly unmounted her steed and began towards the big man who now took off his working hat.
"James please tell me they're alright!?" Her eyes were watery now and the man shook his head.
"I have no word from them..."
A sudden dark cloud began circling the sky, "what do you mean!?"
James looked to the ground with tears in his own tired eyes. "The lad took Gretel... And left."
"No!" Snow began, "where are they James!?" Her eyes were wide and snow began to fall heavily, a raging storm covering the land.
"Queen Elsa!" James fought against the raging winds trying to near the devistated woman. He managed to break through the blizzard and reached the girl who was down on her knees crying with one hand covering her eyes.
"Queen Elsa!"
Her eyes went up to the big man who called after her and she looked around herself white covered everything. She had lost control.
"Where are they James!?" She cried, and the man kept pushing himself towards her.
He came to a stop when he placed his arms over her small shoulders.
"Me queen... Please, he promised to be back... He didn't say when..." James rubbed circles in her upper back, with his own tears running down his face. "The only thing he told me your majesty is that he will take good care of yer daughter... And that he loves ye."
Elsa's wide eyes went to him. "What?" She asked between sobbs.
"The boy loves ye my queen." He smiled through the tears and the queen suddenly stopped crying. "I have to go after them which way did he go!?" She stood from her spot, the blizzard around them hindering.
"You're majesty he's been gone fer a week already... I wouldn't know where he is at."
She turned to face him, "why did you not say anything!?" She was desperate now.
"I..." She fell once more to the ground, her nails digging into the snow beneath her hands.
"I wanted to make things right..." Tears flowered through her eyes once more landing on the ground as frozen tears.
James bit his lips and sighed, "your majesty... I'm not one to be sayin things to ya... But the lad tried so many times... You just didn't accept that he was a humble farm boy..."
Elsa's eyes went wide again and she looked out towards the fjord.
"No."
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They arrived unharmed to the Southern Isles.
The weather was warm compared to Arendelle, and the sun burned the princes skin. His daughter had blushed cheeks from the heat, and overall it was a much more warm country than Arendelle.
The streets to the Isles were much as he had left them, with the occasional difference of renewal.
There was a large fountain in the middle of town and then the entrance to the castle. Not much had changed.
He slowly unmounted from the royal carriage to the inside of his home, the castle.
The place was big. It was much bigger than the castle Arendelle hosted, but it was also much lonlier. The walls were covered by the great past kings of the land, all of which honorably served the great nation of the Southern Isles.
Hans went through the long corridors, until he walked past through to the guest bedroom where the royal gaurds officially welcomed him to his bedroom.
His father had made sure that the servants and maids knew that he would be arriving. They had set everything up for him already, a bath, clothes, a personal maid to watch his daughter, food, and a luxurious room.
Hans clenched his jaw at the sight of everything his father was providing for him. He felt like a treacherous bastard. He did not deserve any of those things that were being provided for him. He was no longer a Westergaaurd!
He angirly kicked at his luggage out of guilt mostly, and to his dismay his daughter reacted negatively. She began to stir and cry.
He hushed her softly and brushed her gently against his chesfell asleep and he laid her to rest on the crib that had been assigned to the room.
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His arm reached out for the shaving blade and he smoothly swiped away any fuzz that had been on his face. His eyes were on himself in the mirror, but his mind wandered around to her. Did she know? If so did she wonder where they were?
With a splash of cold water he turned to the luxurious room he stayed in. Why had he accepted to return as a Westergaaurd? There were things a man just could not be anymore.
With a gentil kiss on his daughters forehead he laid down for the much needed rest. Would he not dream of her he would enjoy sleep.
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Queen History paced in the throne room as her husband sat in his respective chair.
"You brought him back Hansel!?" Her eyes were desperate and bloodshot, he could see them through the lights of the candles.
"He is not royalty!" She looked to him.
"He is."
She narrowed her eyes towards her husband and walked towards him. The chair was high above ground but she still neared him.
"How would you know if he is, he is an Arendellian orphan!"
"No he's not." The king smiled. "There's something about this boy... It just clicks to me... He's a Westergaaurd."
The queen stomped her foot on the ground. "Hansel, I understand your need for power, but why go so far as to ruin someone's life for your country!?"
The king rolled his head to relief some tension and slowly came back to look at his wife.
"My dear History, please I only made this boys life much better. He is in love with the queen. I will give him the chance to marry her."
"What!?" She looked to him unbelievingly, "you are after Arendelle once more!?" Her eyes teared. "We lost our son because of that ambition of your Hansel! When will you stop!?" She began to cry at the memory of her youngest son and the king rolled his eyes at her.
"This time it will be different. I know the queen has feelings for this man. He has bedded her."
Queen History took in a sharp breath, "Hansel, do not disrepect the queen that way. You cannot speak of something you do not know of!"
He smirked suddenly, "the boy told me himself."
History closed her eyes and gave her husband her back. She refused to talk to her husband on such an intimate subject about the queen.
"I do not accept that you brought that boy here just to fulfil your ambition. I don't care if the country is in desperate need of revival!"
The king stood as she said those words. "I don't care what you say History, I will not let the nation of my father fall because of some pitiful womans feelings. My family has been the most powerful family for the past century. If you think that I will stop for the likes of you, then you are wrong."
He lifted an accusing finger towards her. "You and your nation fell on their knees. You are lucky I accepted you as my wife. Never in your life mistake this marriage for anything else but arrangement. I have never felt anything but pity for you and your people."
History closed her eyes at the reminding words from her husband.
"I will never do what you ask of me. You are nothing."
The queen nodded her head and her eyes went cold, she began out from the throne room and walked into her private chamber. She did not cry anymore, she was accostumed to the devil of husband she had.
Though it was true that they only married for the saftey of her kingdom. A kingdom that was now long gone and served under the rule of the Southern Isles.
She laid in her bed and looked to the ceiling. It was days like those that she missed her mother. Rolling on her side she closed her eyes. She would pray that Berry Van Buren would stay humble, and stay true and protect Arendelle despite his situation.
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