The Duke looked out the window at the growing snowstorm. He rubbed his arms and shivered.

"It's getting colder by the minute." Duke said. "If we don't do something soon, we'll all freeze to death."

Hans came in, putting on his most distraught face.

"Prince Hans." Spanish Dignitary said.

"The Guardian...Jack Frost...is…dead." Hans announced.

"What…? No…. Mon dieu." Various Dignitaries said.

Hans stumbled, weak with grief. The men helped him to a chair.

"What happened to him?" Duke asked.

"He was killed by Queen Elsa." Hans admitted.

"Her own guardian." Duke said.

Hans was really laying it on thick now.

"At least he was able to appoint me the new King of Arendelle, before he died."

He bowed his head in a brilliant display of teary grief.

"There can be no doubt now; Queen—no, just "Elsa"—is a monster and we are all in grave danger." Duke said.

"King Hans, Arendelle looks to you." Spanish Dignitary said.

Hans nodded; he knew what he was being asked to do, and he would do it with the perfect amount of authority and gravitas.

"With a heavy heart, I charge Queen Elsa of Arendelle with treason and sentence her to death. Furthermore, I accept the title of King Hans of Arendelle, granted me posthumously by Guardian Jackson Overland Frost, may he Rest In Peace."