As he walked through the corridors of the castle he could hear the gasps and whispers of familiar maids. Their faces grew with horror and some stood still with shock. He was wearing his admiral uniform. He would tell everyone he was alive.
"It's the prince..." One maid whispered as her eyes stared at him wide with horror.
No one dared to move or interrupt him as he moved across the long hallway. He was headed to the throne room where his father had requested to meet that morning.
He had not let Gretel behind. He would present her as his daughter, but he would not mention Elsa for the saftey of her kingdom.
He would make sure to tell his mother before anyone else. He walked along and made turns to reach for her bedroom. He placed his fingers on the door of his mother's bedroom and knocked quietly, for her only her to hear. He would make sure she was the first to know before anyone else. He no longer cared about the consequences of his sudden resurrection he was no longer in Arendelle.
The door opened slowly and when the queen of the Southern Isles set her eyes on him they went wide with shock and horror.
"Hello mother."
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"What were you trying to accomplish by faking your death!"
King Hansel yelled at his son. Hans kept his eyes straight ahead at his mother who was crying whilst she held his daughter.
"You know the state of this country and with this scandle you will call even more attention to us!"
The prince's eyes were straight ahead, only looking to his mother. He glanced once at his father's red face but looked casually back towards the queen.
"What were you trying to prove!?" The king came face to face with Hans once more.
"I didn't plan any of this." He was calm as he spoke respectfully.
"Then what went through your head!? Who was that man we burried as a prince in our lands!?"
The redhead shook his head, "I have no idea."
The king only grew more angry when Hans answered.
"Hansel calm down our son is alive! You should be greatful he lives!" She smiled down at her granddaughter and her big cheeks.
"Who knows about your true identity!?"
Hans looked menacingly towards his father as the king yelled at him.
With a red face he asked once more. "Does queen Elsa know!?"
Hans suddenly smirked and nodded his head, "yes she's aware of this situation."
Hansel paced around in his wife's bedroom and shook his head with his hands behind his back. Then he looked up to his son with wide eyes. "And she let you bed her!?"
"You don't need to know that information father."
The king's wide eyes went to his granddaughter and a big smile errupted through his lips. "This is her daughter isn't she!?"
Hans kept a straight face and shook his head. "No."
The king grunted with anger. "Why are you back?"
"You brought me here father. Or maybe it was care that brought me back, I really don't know why I'm back."
There was a loud chuckle from his father's part and Hans was as still as a stone, "you think you have a chance with the queen!?"
Hans looked out towards his daughter. "I simply need recognition as your son. Let the people know I'm not dead."
"Let me explore Arendelle and it's surroundings when you become king and you have my recognition. I will even sort things out to our partners as to what happened to not scandalize."
Queen History looked saddened at her son, but her lips said nothing.
"I am not the ideal prince charming to Arendelle. However, I know I have a chance with the queen."
Queen History closed her eyes and cried in silence.
"We have a deal father."
"My son, prince Hans of the Southern Isles, welcome home." The king smiled wickedly and turned his back to them walking out of his wife's bedroom.
Hans let out a deep breath and turned to face the queen. "I'm sorry mother..."
The queen looked out the window lost in thought. "Why are you following along to your father?"
He placed his hands behind his back and faced his daughter. "I love her..."
"And you can't love her without hurting her!?"
"She won't accept me as a peasant! She's the queen, not the princess!"
"There is no shame in being humble."
He looked at the queen with saddened angry eyes. "For royalty it is."
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There was a feast welcoming the prince of the Southern Isles, and his daughter.
There was people from all over the country. There was liquor, music, dancers, it was a huge carnival. Nothing like Arendelle.
The Southern Isles seemed vulgar with it's festivities and Hans did not like it one bit. The women dancing were partly naked not respecting the presence of the queen, much less the ladies of his brothers.
It seemed corrupted.
The hours passed by and his brothers were heavily drunken now. They were screaming at the dancers and demanding from their wives to lay to rest. Heaven was the only one, besides Hans, who had not drank one pint of liquor.
He had kept close to his mother who was holding lovingly at her granddaughter.
"Mother I must speak to you. May we?"
The queen nodded her head and without attention slowly walked away to her chamber with Gretel in her arms. A few minutes later Hans went on and followed behind his mother.
He felt strange now. He was home, buy his heart was not. There was guilt heavily in his chest, but his mind was set. He turned left until he reached the Queen's bedroom.
Knocking softly on the door he waited. The queen opened and he quickly walked inside, to see his baby girl sitting on the bed with big blue eyes.
"What is it Hans?" She walked with him and sat him on her bed as she played with the princess.
"Mother, my daughter is the princess of Arendelle."
She stopped playing the Gretel and her eyes met with her son's.
"You told your father she was nothing to the queen."
"I need to protect my daughter and my wife."
The queen shook her head, "your wife? What are you not telling Hans!?" She picked up the princess again and the girl giggled with joy, but her grandmother was as serious as could be.
"Mother, I need to tell you everything so you can understand what has happened in the past two years."
There was a moment of silence until the queen nodded her head.
"I'm listening."
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Elsa looked emptily at the mirror in front of her, it had been two months now that her husband and daughter had gone to only God knew where. There was no news of anyone seeing them. In her heart she knew that they no longer resided in Arendelle. How was her daughter? She did not know. We're they traveling the seas? Would Hans really place their daughter in danger.
He was an expert navigator, she knew that well. He was after all an Admiral. However, her father had been one too.
Her eyes were sad, like that of a lonely child. Had she just...
Days went on and she continued her duties as queen but life had no meaning to her now.
Prince Agnaar of Arendelle grew quickly and she was becoming accostumed to his presence. She wished, however, that it would be her daughter that who she held.
There was no sunshine that day. The queen had called a meeting in the council room. She was holding onto the little prince as her advisors stared at her from their respective seats.
Gordon stared at the emptiness of her majesties eyes as they say in the council room. He knew that longing in her eyes well.
"My humble opinion is that the queen has her own family." There was sincerity in his voice and there was soft hums across the table of the meeting room.
Some kept their opinions to themselves for fear of the queen bashing out at them.
Gordon locked eyes with the queen, his grey eyes tired. "I know that longing look in your eyes queen Elsa... You need a family of your own. No longer for the crown but for your own good."
Faustino build up the courage as well to speak. "My queen we are not here to attack you, but here to advise you."
The queen looked up angirly and the men closed their mouths. "I have a family." Her throat went thick.
"This meeting has nothing to do with my needs for carnal love. We are here to set matters about our partners. The harvest is in it's prime, we need to ship out as soon as possible. Next week our first agricultural shipment takes place I want no errors. That is what I called this meeting for."
The air seemed to drop a good degrees. "I need everything to be perfect." Her eyes seemed distant suddenly and she grazed her nephew's cheeks with her thumb.
"Call princess Anna and Kristoff."
The room was silent as the queen stood with the small child in her arms.
"My queen, if I may?" Guinevere shrinked into her seat when Elsa looked her way.
"Whatever happened to Van Buren?"
The queen shook her head and continued her walking around the table with the small prince. She didn't know what to answer, but she could see Frederick in the corner of the door go as stiff as a pole.
"He..." She looked back to the expecting eyes of Guinevere. "He departed from Arendelle... To return to his home. He did not say why... But I assume he knew what he was doing."
"How could that boy be so foolish?" Faustino blurted. "he had everything here. All served in a silver platter. He did not even thank anyone for the fest we prepared in honor of his daughter and the prince."
"Well last I saw of him," Gareth, another fellow councilman decided to speak up as well. "He was speaking to the king of the Southern Isles."
Suddenly all eyes were on him. "What?"
"Yes. I passed by whilst the party was on and about."
Elsa was suddenly intrigued, "and what was the conversation about?"
"Well... He's not a treacherous man, that's for one. I was proud over the fact that he defended Arendelle."
There was a smile on the councilmens faces, but the queen looked worried. Hans had tried to speak to her about an important matter, but she hadn't given him the chance. Her mind went around to the feast, the look of hopelessness in his eyes.
"What else did you hear?" Elsa looked towards the man and he furrowed his brows as if trying to remember.
"If my memory serves me right he offered him refuge if things did not go well in Arendelle for him and his daughter."
Guinevere rolled her eyes. "Well if that boy left then I'm glad. If he was that easily convinced to leave Arendelle then he did not deserve to be here."
Gordon shook his head and his eyes lingered to the queen. "It was a good thing he left before we offered him to be your suitor my queen."
The room dropped in temperature once more. "What?"
"He was a bad choice from our part."
"He seemed like a good one."
"Shame the boy felt Arendelle did not offer him enough."
Elsa listened blankly at her council as they spoke about Hans being an acceptable suitor for her. Her eyes rimmed with tears. "Stop. All of you." She paced once more. "He has a daughter!"
Gordon rose a brow, "my queen that has never stopped anyone. Your great, great grandfather married a widowed queen with a son of her own."
"You surprise me."
Guinevere suddenly looked at the queen. "Your majesty?"
Elsa began to feel her heart beat fast in her chest. All this time she could have been with him. There was no one to stop her from loving him. All the information crashed into her being too fast. As she processed it she began to feel dizzy.
"I need to go." She quickly began to walk away. She needed to be alone.
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He set foot on royal lands, his royal lands. The ones that his father had legally given to him. But only now, he did ambition them. He would give them to his daughter for her to sell, or do as she pleased.
He held onto Gretels little hands helping the small child take her first steps. She was growing very fast.
The days were going by and each and everyday his daughter would absorb her surroundings like a sponge. His mother helped him in so many ways. She bathed the princess. Helped feed her when she was not at a servant woman's breast. She changed her, and did her hair. She loved her ever so.
All he needed now was go forget about queen Elsa.
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"Elsa!" Anna ran out towards her sisters bedroom. "Elsa!" She knocked loudly, scared almost.
When the queen opened the door Anna rushed inside with her son.
"Elsa!" She panted as the queen looked to her.
"Anna what is it? Are you ok?" The queen took her nephew from her sister and Anna began to shake her head.
"He's back!"
Elsa's eyes went wide, "Jet Rhyus?"
Anna now calm, looked at her sister. "No. Worse. Prince Hans."
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