Thank you guys so much for your support everyone, but I have a few reviews I want to address.

To bewinha: *giggles* uh hi. Um, ithinkyouarereallygreatandallyourartworkisbeautiful.

To NamelessSaint: Look…what is your problem? Let me like my ship even if you don't, and yes, I've seen Frozen 2. Five times plus the sing-a-long once. I love the movie, but that doesn't mean that I can't see a different trajectory of the Frozen story. You don't see me going to your Elsanna stories commenting on how I think it's gross that you think two siblings should bang. Leave the Helsa shippers alone. I'm allowed to create my own stories because THAT IS THE POINT OF FANFICTION! TO CREATE A NARRATIVE, YOU WANT TO SEE…get off your high horse and leave me alone. K thanks bye.

Okay, rant over. Man, I hate people who drag other people's OTP…no one asked you to read stories that you don't like. Okay, now rant over. I hope you guys enjoy the next chapter. LET THE HELSA SHIP SAIL!

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Turmoil

"On top of your servitude to the royal house of Westergaard, dearest Hans," Caleb takes a sip of his red wine, "your first punishment will be from Filip," Caleb looked down at the young red-head, who lifted his green eyes to meet his brother's.

"What is it going to be, Filip?" Filip, who looks drastically different from his two brothers with his brown hair and blue eyes, smirks down at the youngest Prince. The smell of his newly-pressed army uniform causes Han's nose to wrinkle in disgust.

"I haven't decided, yet, baby brother, but I'm thinking maybe doing some things with that new compression torture Lars has been reading about. Don't want any scars on that lovely face of yours," Filip pats his brother's cheek, "yet. Must keep that Westergaarding face pretty. I don't know what our eleven brothers will do though." Filip quickly flipped around and walked out of the ballroom. Hans' eyes follow him, but he tenses when he hears Caleb chuckle behind him.

"Maybe because Filip is closest in age to you is the reason that he is planning on being so merciful,"

"What do you mean?"

"I know what Rudi and Runo have planned for you," Caleb smirks, "and trust me, you will never be the same." Hans feels a chill run down his spine as he looks at the evil look that spreads across Caleb's face.


Hans' face tenses and the volume of his grunts slowly increases, shifting on his makeshift cot. It had been over a week since he was brought into the settlement, and he had been in and out of consciousness but only briefly. Elsa had barely left the community tent, sleeping by his side, talking to him.

"Filip," Elsa's eyes dart up from the scroll she's reading towards Hans, "please stop," Elsa scrambles to his side seeing the anguish on his face.

"Shhh, Hans," Hans began to thrash murmuring things that Elsa couldn't understand. "Hans please," panic rises in her voice, "you're going to pull your stitches,"

"No! You can't!" Elsa quickly straddles his waist to calm the movements, cupping her cold hands around his face.

"Shhhh," Hans' violent motions cease as soon as the coolness sets in, and he breathes a sigh of relief, "you're okay. You're safe." Elsa's thumbs gently caress his cheekbones. Elsa watches as his face relaxes and suddenly becomes very aware of their position. Elsa looks down at his well-defined chest and gulps. Unwillingly, her hands follow the path of her eyes, gently caressing the scars and burns. They were a map, and she was becoming more and more curious about their stories with each passing day. As her focus is diverted, Hans' eyes slowly flutter open. His mind is foggy, unable to take in surroundings, all he can see is the Queen of Arendelle in white above him.

"Elsa?" Elsa's blue eyes lock with his green and with glee she holds his face again, her bright blonde hair framing the two figures.

"Hans, you're awake!" Her smile widens, but it fades when she sees tears begin to fall from his eyes before a sob shoots through his body.

"Please, forgive me, please," his sobs shake the two bodies as Elsa brushes away the tears. His hand reaches up gripping her hips, pulling her closer, causing her to let out a gasp not only from the pressure but the spark that runs through her.

"Shhh, you're okay,"

"Please, forgive me. Please, make them stop. Save me."

"Shhh," Elsa leans down and places a soft kiss on his forehead, stroking his red locks affectionately, "you are safe. You are okay. Far far away from your brothers," Elsa looks down to see that Hans had passed out again. She looks at the broken man and sees her tears fall on his face.

"Elsa?" A soft knock on the door startles the young blonde and she quickly rights herself. Brushing away the stray tears.

"Yes?" Honeymaren opens the flap and Gale flies in with a tell-tale paper bird in its leaves, "oh, hello Gale," the bird drifts down into Elsa's extended palms, "another letter from Anna,"

"Gale has been trying to get in for the last five minutes," Honeymaren sits next to her friend, "how is he doing?"

"Fine," Elsa unfolds the letter, not making eye contact with her friend, "just had a bit of a nightmare," Elsa shrugs trying to play it off like her insides weren't reeling from the experience.

"He's had a few of them since he got here,"

"Has he?" Elsa puts the letter down next to her before reading Anna's words because she is more curious about her friend's statement. Elsa's eyes finally meet with Honeymaren's.

"When you left to go tend to the forest the other day, he had a nightmare kept calling out the name…Filip, I think,"

"Filip is his twelfth brother, closest to him in age, but even then, he's thirty-four,"

"How old is Hans?"

"Twenty-seven, twenty-eight, if I recall. I'm not certain since I don't know his birthday, all I know that he was two years older than me at my coronation," Elsa picks up the damp cloth and runs it over Hans' twitching brow, "shouldn't he be awake by now?"

"You should let the healers examine him, go read your letter and I'll fetch them." Elsa purses her lips and agrees. She wasn't the most useful person right now, and she needed to see what Anna wanted so she departed for her tent the minute the healers arrived.

Dearest Elsa,

Hi there! Your sister here, but of course you already know that because duh! Who else would be writing to you with Gale as the delivery system? I know you were just here and all, but I desperately need you back here in Arendelle. Kristoff is essentially useless with the wedding planning, plus we have your party to plan so I need your input, and I need some help with the counsel because they just aren't listening!

You think after a year that I would be used to this, but I guess I still need my big sister. Please come soon.

Love always,

Anna

Elsa bit her lip to stop her smile from growing wider. Even at twenty-two her sister still sounded like the over-excited eighteen-year-old from her coronation day all those years ago. Her smile, however, fades when she remembers the man who she had been tending to for the last week in a half. Her sister's ex-fiancée. Her almost murderer. Anna wouldn't understand why Elsa was helping him or why she told the Northuldran people that he could stay with them. She still harbored so much anger towards the Prince, which was justified.

"What am I going to tell Anna?" Elsa lets out of sigh and puts her face in her hands.

"Personally," Elsa jerks her heads up to meet Ryder's stare, who was standing outside of her tent munching on an apple.

"Ryder, I wasn't asking for input,"

"Well, then you shouldn't have left your tent open for anyone to hear your lament," Elsa rolls her eyes.

"Now, I can see why Honeymaren says you're an annoying little brother,"

"I take offense to that statement, but I digress, back to the letter from your sister," Elsa looks back down at Anna's elegant script. "Just don't tell her that Prince Charming is here," Ryder gestures to the large tent, "it's not like she visits us up here anyway,"

"But what if she asks about what's going on up here?"

"Tell her we found a person and they haven't woken up. Easy as that," Ryder brushes his hands together, "she never has to know that Hans is here or that you are taking care of him,"

"Anna and I promised no more secrets,"

"I feel like this is a secret that will be worth keeping. She'll never know he's here so she won't blow a gasket. Us here up North can go about our merry way with our new tribe member, and you can keep doing your spirit stuff while clearing your conscience. It's a win-win-win,"

"I guess you're right," Elsa folds the letter back up and exits her tent, "I should head down to Arendelle, Anna needs me,"

"Don't worry, we'll look after loverboy here,"

"He's not..." Elsa tenses and Ryder lets out a laugh.

"Relax, Elsa, remember I don't know anything about love. Have fun in Arendelle." Elsa glares at the man before calling forth Nokk to head back to her sister.


"Add another stone!" Filip watches as the servants added another five-pound stone onto Han's chest, totally eight now. Hans grimaced at the added weight that constricted his breathing more but took a deep breath in defiance. He wouldn't let Filip see him break. "My, my, forty pounds in and still breathing rather nicely. Add five stones this time please," Filip's blue eyes glint with a sick glee watching his little brother's pain.

By the end, Hans had almost two-hundred and sixty pounds of weight on his chest before he begged Filip for mercy. Hans' face contorts in pain as he sits down on his makeshift cot in his cell. He unbuttons his shirt to reveal the massive bruise forming on top of his sternum.

"One done, eleven to go." The cell door bursts open to reveal Runo, his ninth brother.

"Hello Hans," Runo spits onto the cell floor before lumbering over to the sitting man.

"Runo, what no Rudi? You two always travel as pair figured it was a twin thing,"

"Caleb said I get to start mine early. Rudi will get his turn at you," Runo pulls out a knife and runs his thumb tenderly across the blade, "picked this little idea up when I was visiting the Far East last year, but don't worry I'll make sure it doesn't kill you." With a menacing grin, Runo begins cutting Hans, some shallow, some deep. By the time Runo showed mercy, Hans is covered in blood and twenty new scars etched all over his body.

"What…?" Hans is weak from blood loss.

"Just think, baby brother, the art of Lingchi is death by a thousand cuts. I've just done twenty," Runo smiles sickeningly down at the bloody man, "think of all of the fun we are going to have during this whole process. Guards, please bring a doctor down here. My brother is hurt."


"I mean I just don't understand why those dusty old windbags won't listen to me? I mean, I'm the Queen!" Elsa laughs as she brushes Anna's ginger locks from her chignon before starting her signature dual braids.

"They have a lot of knowledge, Anna, it is wise to listen to them,"

"But I've seen the state of the granaries, they need to be repaired,"

"What are they saying?"

"We'll have to wait till Spring," Anna lets out a huff before crossing her arms.

"That makes sense if you think about it. Right now, the granaries are full in preparation for winter, so repairing them now might ruin everything inside causing a shortage of food for the people of Arendelle,"

"But they might not last the winter,"

"They will. Have faith, my little Queen," Elsa boops Anna on the nose with her pinky eliciting a giggle from the younger woman. Anna turns and embraces her sister.

"What would I do without you, Elsa?" Elsa smiles and pats her sister's cheek.

"Made zero wedding decisions," The sisters laugh, "now off to bed with you. We have an early day tomorrow," Anna gets off the floor and makes her way to Elsa's bedroom door.

"Good night, Elsa,"

"Night, Anna."

"I'm glad to have you home." Anna smiles warmly before closing the door. Elsa looks at the room around her. Though she loved being up in the Enchanted Forest, she did miss the luxuries of the castle. The handmaids scurried to turn down her bed.

"Will you need anything else, Your Highness?" Gerda looked at the young woman in front of her.

"No, thank you, Gerda. That will be all," Gerda nods and turns to leave.

"Good night, Princess Elsa." Gerda gently shuts the door.

"Good night, Gerda," Elsa whispers after her. Elsa turns to her bed and smiles at it before diving into its comfort. "Sure beats a pile of furs."


Elsa's eyes fluttered open and she looked at the moonlight inching across her bed. Her eyes flickered around the room, and her eyes fall on a familiar redhead sitting on her window seat, lounging with his back against the wall staring out into the night sky. He looked so relaxed. Elsa slowly detangles herself from her blankets to head over to him. His eyes never look at her, but his hand extends to her as she nears him. Her eyes look at it with fear, but she feels herself hesitantly reach out to take it. Hans gently pulls her towards him, wrapping his arm around her waist, and her eyes follow his looking out of the window to see the Aurora Borealis dancing across the night sky. She's hypnotized by the lights and finds herself lowering herself onto Hans' lap. The pressure of their bodies meeting causes both of them to divert their attention towards each other. This Hans still had scars, however, his hair and stubble were groomed. He smiles at her while tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear.

"Hi there, snowflake," Elsa smiles and presses her cheek into his hand, placing her own on top of his.

"Hi," Elsa shyly responds as a faint blush graces her pale cheeks. Hans' hand around her waist brings her closer to his body, their faces just a breath apart.

"Why are you awake?"

"The skies awake…"

"So you're awake," Elsa smiles down at the man beneath her which he reciprocates. As his hand at her face slowly drifts lower down her body, her hands go to grip his shoulders tightly, slightly terrified by the rising feelings inside of her. His hands continue their gentle venture downwards before his thumb grazes the side of his breast eliciting a soft gasp left her body. Her body arches to be even closer to his. "Forgive me. That was inappropriate," one of Elsa's hand grips his jawline, while her thumb gently caresses Hans' lower lip.

"There is nothing to forgive," Elsa stops caressing him and a pull that they both feel causes both of their lips to crash onto each other. Her breath leaves her while their kiss deepens. Hans pushes himself up into her body causing all sorts of familiar sparks to ignite in her body. A strangled gasp leaves both of their bodies.

"Elsa," Hans kisses her again and Elsa returns it was the same passion. His hands leave her waist and travel down to her thighs, inching slowly up her nightgown before griping her legs as he stands. Elsa's hands bury themselves into Hans' auburn locks as he carries back to bed. As he sets her down on the bed, crawling on top of her, his hands sliding up her bare thigh, gripping her equally bare hip. Her hips rise to the meet his causing his hips to thrust forward. Her hands travel down his chest, unbuttoning his shirt, but Hans stops her by taking her hands into his.

"Please, let me..." Elsa's closed eyes open to meet Hans' green eyes. He smiles down at her and kisses her forehead.

"Rest now, my darling."


Elsa shoots up from her bed, panting, but is greeted not by the moonlight but the early morning sun. Placing a hand on her hummingbird heartbeat, she tries to rationalize the dream she had woken up from. What would Anna think? A soft knock startles her from her thoughts.

"Your Highness, are you awake?" The familiar voice of Gerda comes from the other side of the wood door.

"Yes," Elsa croaks out.

"Are you ready for your morning bath?"

"Yes. Please come in." Elsa rights herself and gets out of bed to begin her long day of planning with Anna.


Honeymaren hums quietly to herself while she ties off one of Hans' bandages.

"So, when you wake up, we'll have to get walking again. Laying down for almost two weeks and plunging into the icy water of the Dark Sea probably hasn't done you any favors. We'll work on building up your strength then we can figure out where you will best fit in since I don't doubt that we have a place for you. I think Elsa will be relieved once you're awake. She's been blaming herself for all of this even though we told her she shouldn't. She has a big heart, our spirit," Honeymaren's rambling is cut off by a grunt. She looks up at the man's face and sees a pair of green eyes slowly flutter open to lock eyes with her. She smiles sweetly down at him, "hello there. My name is Honeymaren," Hans blinks as if he is trying to process her words. Suddenly Hans gets a panicked look on his face and his breathing quickens, "shhh. You're safe,"

"Hans…my name is…" Honeymaren laughs.

"I know,"

"Where?" Hans looks around and tries to sit up, but pain shoots through him and he lets out a yelp.

"Don't sit up. You're very hurt. My brother found you on the shores of the Dark Sea and brought you back here to our settlement in the Enchanted Forest,"

"Enchanted Forest…?" Honeymaren watches as the panic returns to his face probably from the pain and the unknown.

"It's north of Arendelle. I know you know…"

"I can't be here," Hans goes to sit up again and Honeymaren quickly pushes him back down.

"Now, look here, Princey boy," Hans looks at her in shock.

"How did you…"

"The Fifth Spirit has allowed you passage into our settlement by her good graces, and she has been by your side taking care of you for almost a fortnight. However, she was called away, so you're going to stay here until she returns because if I let you leave...it will be my head on a platter. In the meantime, you will stay here and heal,"

"I'm an irredeemable monster. You don't want me here. I'm a danger to you. To everyone,"

"No one is irredeemable and you are too weak to be a threat to anyone. You can't even sit up without aid," Honeymaren adjusts his furs to cover him again, "and if the Fifth Spirit can see a path of forgiveness with you, so shall we. You haven't wronged the Northuldran and we can always use more people to help with the workload,"

"I don't deserve this kindness,"

"Mercy and kindness are free acts, Hans, now," Honeymaren slaps her things and stands up, "I'll go get some spare clothes for you. This is the longest you've been awake, and, honestly, you don't need any more sleep. I think a two-week nap is long enough," She goes to exit the tent.

"Honeymaren," She turns to see Hans' emerald gaze on her, "thank you," Honeymaren recalls Elsa saying that if Hans feels as though he has a family, a home, he will start to heal.

"Welcome home, Hans." She exits the tent with a warm smile and Hans' eyes drift back towards the ceiling.

"Home." A tear falls from his eyes as he smiles.


Little baby broken Hans. Little baby Elsa navigating conflicting feelings. Little babies Honeymaren and Ryder being my voice of reason and comedic relief. Sisterly time, too. This was just a fun chapter to write. I hope you guys liked it. Let me know what you think!

Love,

KMA