A/N: When writing this chapter, I didn't want it to be word-for-word what happened in the movie, so I rewrote the dialogue in the scene where Hans meets Anna to make it more concise. R&R appreciated, also thank you, Guest, for your comment, I will be walking through the major points of Frozen again, but this time through a different lens. So kind of Frozen all over again, but with my own twist.

Chapter 2: Welcome to Arendelle

Astride Sitron, Hans could see that the port city's marketplace stretched for blocks. Towering above the stalls of merchants' wares was a great castle, resplendent in the summer sun. He was taking in the beauty of the fjord when Sitron jerked to a stop.

"Fresh citrus fruits! All the way from Spain!" a greengrocer called. The stall was filled with boxes of lemons, limes, and nectarines.

"No," Hans said, pulling back on the reins. The horse nickered and inched closer.

"No!" Hans repeated, trying to turn the draft horse in the opposite direction, but the horse refused, stretching his muzzle towards a large, juicy orange in the barrel closest to him.

"Hey, you!" the merchant cried angrily as the horse took a bite out of the orange.

"Now look what you did," Hans said to the horse, who paused mid-bite, bits of pulp dripping from his mouth. The merchant looked at the horse in disgust.

"I'm sorry, sir," Hans said, embarrassed. "Here, take this."

He threw a coin in his direction and pulled back on the reins again. Sitron took one last bite to finish the orange and as he did, a carriage rushed by, a hound dog baying from inside. Spooked, Sitron reared up and his hooves crashed down, breaking the barrel and crushing several oranges into the ground. Pulp and juice seeped into the cobblestones as the merchant turned livid. He reined Sitron in, patting his neck, then looked at the merchant, who had turned as red as a blood orange.

Hans hastily threw a few more coins down on the table and they rode off back towards the docks. "I'm sorry!" Hans called out as the merchant shook his fist.

"I can't believe you," Hans said. "No wonder why you were so cheap."

Sitron snorted in rebellion. Hans was so embarrassed that he didn't notice that a young woman had walked directly into his horse's path.

"-Nothing's in my way!" she was singing. That is until she collided with Sitron. "Whoa!"

In an instant, she had fallen off the docks into a rowboat. When Hans tried to help her, he lost his footing. In the confusion, Sitron had knocked him into the boat as well, and she and Hanse were both awkwardly lying in the boat.

"Hi, I'm so sorry," they said in unison, which only made them more embarrassed.

"Let me help you up," Hans said, standing uneasily in the boat. He spotted her as she climbed back up onto the dock, then clambered up behind her.

"I hope I haven't ruined your walk," Hans said, rubbing the back of his neck self-consciously. From the way she was dressed, it was obvious that she was from the upper class.

"No, it's okay, really. I'm sorry I walked in front of your horse," Anna replied, rambling. "If I was my sister, you'd probably be worse off. Yeesh. She can't let anything go. Anyway, let's start over. "

"Okay," Hans said, relieved.

"I'm Anna," she said. "I mean, Princess Anna. Of Arendelle. Obviously."

"Princess," Hans said, understanding dawning on him. He had just knocked the Princess of Arendelle into a rowboat. So much for making a good impression. "It's wonderful to make your acquaintance. I'm Prince Hans, from the Southern Isles. This is Sitron, my terrible horse."

"He doesn't look so terrible to me," Anna said, scratching the horse under the chin.

"Well, you just haven't got to know him yet," Hans replied snarkily. "Believe me, you have no idea."

Hans realized that Anna was staring at him, wide-eyed. Hans wondered if there was something on his face. He smiled awkwardly, which only made her seem more intrigued with him. Suddenly, the sound of church bells rang out from the castle.

"Oh, I'm late!" Anna said. "I'm late! The coronation...I have to go. It was nice to meet you, Prince Hans! Will you come to the coronation ball?"

"I don't have an invitation," Hans replied.

"Oh, okay! Well, I'm inviting you!" she said brightly. "See you there!"

Anna started running toward the castle, unlike any upper-class woman he had ever seen. Hans glanced at Sitron.

"Guess it wasn't that bad of an impression, after all, huh?" Hans joked. "Well,

I have a ball to get ready for. We need to find some lodging." He mounted the fjord horse and they continued through the market into the town, avoiding the greengrocer's stall. He hoped that tonight, he wouldn't see anyone else from the Southern Isles. All he had to do was remain calm, and enjoy himself. Stay in control. Don't let any accidents happen. He could do this.