I do not own Frozen or the Chronicles of Narnia, otherwise I would be publishing actual books about them.

Story takes place right after Frozen and 1 year after the last battle in earth terms, that is in 1950 for Susan, who is 22 years old and takes place in 972 AC for Hans. (Yes, I know Frozen actually takes place in the 1840s, but not in these story.) If you wanna know the rest, then read off.

Hope you enjoy.

"Peter. High King of Narnia," said Aslan."Shut the Door."

Peter. Shivering with cold, leant out into the darkness and pulled the Door to. It scraped over ice as he pulled it. Then, rather clumsily (for even in that moment his hands had gone numb and blue) he took out a golden key and locked it.

It was done. They were now in Aslan's country and had finally left Narnia truly forever. Left it in the hands of the calormen, who had proven ruthless in taking over and would surely prove even more ruthless in governing it.

All were weeping, for all present had a connection to Narnia, all wept . . . All except Aslan.

Seeing how Lucy was the most inconsolable, he went to her. "Lucy, do not weep child," he said in his calm and reassuring voice.

"B-b- but, Aslan, Narnia is g-g- gone, taken over by the calormen, and Susan . . . Susan is as lost as Narnia," she replied, holding her face to her hands and weeping all the more.

Aslan smiled sadly.

"Child, neither Narnia, nor Susan are truly gone, they both have a chance yet."

This seemed to give some hope to Lucy, who looked up with a hopeful expression. "Does that mean we'll see Susan again?" she asked, voice full of hope. Aslan smiled sadly at her once again. "That will depend entirely on Susan." "You rest assured however, that you all are where you belong, and don't weep so, for hope is not yet lost and while things will not have a chance to change for the better in many, many years, there is still a chance for Narnia . . . And for Susan."

"Now, come further in! Come further up!" Aslan shouted over his shoulder as he turned swiftly and shot away like a golden arrow.

"Aslan is right Lucy," Peter said. "It is what is is and what will be will be, so don't weep so much and let's go and worry not too much, for there is a chance that we will meet with Susan yet again, something that will depend on only her, and while she has certainly changed and not for the better, she has always made the right choice in the end, has she not?" asked Peter. "Yes," replied Lucy.

"Well then, let's go," he said. "Time's-a-wastin," said Peter, grabbing Lucy's hand and sprinting after Aslan, followed by all of the others. Her brother Edmund, Eustance, Jill, Digory, Polly and Tirian. All running to their destiny, full of joy.

Aslan and Peter were right. Narnia had faced troubles and overcame them, before and after they had arrived, not to mention that like Peter said, Susan always made the right choices in the end. With these hopeful thoughts, her sadness and sorrow vanished and she sprinted joyfully after Aslan along with everyone else, but not before turning one last time at the now distant door frame and whispering one last encouragement and promise to her estranged sister, whom she nonetheless loved.

"Farewell sister, good luck and until we meet again."


Prince Hans was not, as they say, a happy camper. He was on his way to the Southern Isles, his home if it could be called such, seeing as it had never felt like a home to him. He would be put on trial for his crimes in Arendell and would suffer whatever punishment was given to him by his eldest brother Christian, the King of the Southern Isles.

Truth be told it had not been his intention to kill Elsa or Anna . . . At the beginning that is.

The plan had been to go to Arendelle, charm his way to the Queen and marry her and convince her to make him her equal, giving him the title of King. He then however found out that she was a cold person who lived in an apparent self-isolation according to all accounts and seeing as all accounts weren't many that was saying something.

He could have tried to go with the original plan, but it was too risky, with the odds being against him. He was actually going to go with the plan nonetheless, but as fate would have it, he, or rather his horse Sitron had bumped into what at first glance appeared to be a random girl, but who turned out to be the younger Princess of Arendelle.

He was able to immediately tell that she would be all too easy to charm, much more than the Queen by all accounts, so deciding to go with the newly formed plan B, Hans did just that and charmed his way to the Princess heart. He truly had to give himself credit, he himself was surprised at how easy it had all been. After all, what kind of person would accept a marriage offer of their own free will with someone whom they had known for less than a day? Things got even better when it turned out that the now crowned Queen Elsa was an ice witch, an ice witch! Her self-isolation and cold demeanor suddenly made too much sense and to top it all off that naive girl Anna decided to go alone in a now winter-covered land to search for her sister leaving the Kingdom in the hands of a complete stranger. It was too good to be true.

He made sure that the people and the Kingdom overall were well taken care of. He may have, after all, not cared for Anna or Elsa, but he cared for the people. They had trusted their Queen and Princess to protect them, but one had left them in a frozen wasteland and the other had run after her. This was further proof to Hans that neither sister was fit to rule Arendelle. They did not have what it took and they definitely did not deserve to. If he ruled, the people would not want for anything, he would make sure they were safe, protected and had plenty, he would be the King he had always wanted.

That was the plan, which was reminded to him after Anna's horse returned riderless, with no indication of the Princess whatsoever. Now, he may have been left the protector of Arendelle, may have been a prince and was by all means popular with the people, but he was not the designated heir by the Queen or the courts, so unless he married Anna he could kiss goodbye the crown of Arendelle, something that he wasn't willing to do.

He immediately rode out in search of Anna and wouldn't you know it he instead found the Queen in her newly-made ice palace, which was of course guarded by a snow golem, who he barely managed to defeat without himself dying. He then made haste through the castle finding the Queen at the top, but to his horror she had already been found by the Duke of Weaseltown's guards, although that wasn't what horrified him, rather that the Queen was moments away from pushing one through the window and into the abyss and about to impale the second. He found himself urging her to not be the monster that people thought she was, something that he realised was much like what he himself was trying to do. To his surprise and relief she obliged. His relief only lasted for a moment when he saw the guard trapped against the wall raise the crossbow against the Queen, ready to kill her.

For a moment multiple options flashed through his mind, one where he let the guard slay the Queen and in which he would keep his search for Anna, go along with the plan and have the Duke's men punished later and another where he saved the Queen, since winter was after all still raging and the Queen might be able to fix it, not to mention that he could convince her to abdicate in favor of Anna and go along with the plan to marry Anna. All of that lasted only a moment during which he chose the later option and rushed the guard and directed the crossbow at the air and out of the Queen's path . . . Only for the bolt to cut through the narrow piece of ice holding the ice chandelier and for said ice chandelier to come crashing down on the Queen who barely managed to run out of the way, but was knocked unconscious nonetheless.

That certainly made his job easier, seeing how he wasn't a match for her unnatural ice powers. He took her back to Arendelle, putting the search on Anna on pause and locked the Queen up in a dungeon, with special iron shackles to keep her from using her ice powers. The ice shackles had already been ready for quite some time, apparently being ordered by the king in case things got really bad. He was disgusted that a parent could be ready to do such a thing, further proving to him that members of the royal house of Arendelle were truly unfit for ruling the kingdom. He would however have to think of the deceased king for his commision, seeing how they proved to be useful.

He questioned Elsa once she awoke, but to his chagrin she confessed that she did not know how to stop her eternal winter.

He was ready to continue his search for Anna when the diplomats put him forward as a possible choice for Arendelle's sovereign if Anna herself was not found, which certainly changed things since he didn't wish to marry Anna and was supported by the foreign diplomats, which could certainly change things quite a bit.

He was immediately snapped out of his thoughts when news of the Princess return reached him with the very pale and frail Princess Anna being carried into the room, who also now a full head of white hair instead of her strawberry blond, which he found out was because of Elsa, who had apparently struck her sister with her ice magic.

Anna then asked for a kiss, a true love's kiss to be precise, which according to her would save her from her imminent death.

Well that made his resolve. He did not love Anna, so the jig would be up. He then proceeded to confess his true intentions and his plans for the throne, wanting her to know that her people would be safe and sound, but that he would be a better ruler than she or Elsa could ever hope to be. With that, he left. For as little as he thought of Anna, he couldn't bring himself to kill the naive young girl who had trusted wholeheartedly in him and who reminded him very much of how he himself had been a very long, long time ago. There was no going back now, he was too far in. Steeling his resolve, he went to the dignitaries and proclaimed Anna's death and their last minute "marriage vows"

,along with sentencing Queen Elsa herself to death.

He was ready to take Elsa to be executed when to his frustration, he found out she had escaped her imprisonment, being stronger with her ice magic that anybody could have thought, although that should have been a given, seeing how she had created the eternal winter to begin with.

He had directed the guards on different paths while he himself had trailed the Queens steps and finally caught up with her and told her of her sisters death by her hand which he had at the time supposed to be a full truth, seeing how Elsa had indeed caused Anna's predicament, how she was probably Frozen to death by then and how he couldn't have actually done anything to save her, even if he had wanted to, seeing how he did not actually love her.

The news was enough to cause the Queen to stop and succumb to her sorrow, stopping her storm. He had proceeded to draw his sword, ready to get things over with and become the new king of Arendelle, the King they deserved and needed and finally have a place to call his own. He had hesitated at the final moments, not wanting to actually kill someone who had done nothing to him, but seeing how there was no other way than to carry things through to the end he had swung his sword downward, only to hear a cry of "NO!" and for his sword to shatter on impact on what looked like an ice-blue hand, knocking him backwards, unconscious.

When he came to he was imprisoned in one of the castle's dungeons, much like the one Elsa had been, although he wasn't shackled, seeing how there was no need for it.

Later on, he was visited by the Queen much to his surprise. He still remembered what had transpired clear as day.

The metal door was pulled back and then the announcement came. "Her Royal Majesty, Queen Elsa Of Arendelle." She had then stepped in graceful has ever, still in that sparkling ice dress she had earlier and had stared him straight in the eye for what seemed like hours, but was no more than ten seconds or so when she asked, "Why did you do it?"

Hans contemplated the question and considered lying for a brief moment, but by now there was no point, if he was going to die or spend the rest of his life locked up somewhere, it might as well be with a kingdom of Conscience.

"I always wanted a place to call home," he responded. Looking up, he was met with Queen Elsa's neutral face, which he saw as a sign to keep talking.

"All my life I was ignored by my so-called family, bullied, mistreated and taken for granted." "Leaving was the only solution, so when I heard about your coronation I saw my chance and somehow convinced my brother to let me be the southern Isles representative, although I'm still not sure why he let me, seeing how he's never had anything but disdain for me." My plan was to "charm you" and become your husband and co-ruler, although seeing how you were as cold as the ice you wield and how your sister was just about ready to give her heart out to anyone, well . . . Plans changed and almost worked, but, well, we both know how all of that ended."

"Why didn't you let the Duke's men kill me then? Why did you stop me from killing me in the first place and use that against me? Why Hans?" Elsa asked, sounding sincerely confused.

"I wish I could tell you, but truth be told I don't know myself."

There was a minute or two of silence before Hans spoke and asked the obvious question. "What is to be done with me? Will I be executed? Or left to rot in these cells?" He asked, motioning with his hand to the room around them.

"Neither. It is not for me to take a life and in any case I Would have done likewise to the Duke for attempting the same, even if it wasn't by his own hand."

"You certainly are merciful, much more than you should," replied Hans.

" I will not be what my enemies are, no, you will be sent back to the Southern Isles and face your brother's justice."

Hans gave a humorless laugh. "I was wrong, your majesty, you are crueler than I thought. Any punishment issued by yourself would be a mercy in comparison to my brother's "Justice" although I suppose it makes sense, better to have my brother deal with me than for you to dirty your hands, no?"

His words seem to get to the queen, as she now had a look of rage across her face. "Don't you dare say that." "You of all people who tried to kill me and my sister for the sake of personal advancement, so don't even dare to imply that I am just as bad as you or I'll-" '' You'll what?, kill me? Is that it, because if so then by all means. Go ahead and do it. It would certainly be a mercy compared to the punishment and humiliation that awaits me in my brother's court, so you will certainly not hear any pleas of mercy from me, your majesty."

Queen Elsa's face once again went stoic.

" You will depart on the morrow. Whatever punishment awaits you is by your own cause." And with that she departed to the sound of the metal door locking behind her, that being the last time Hans saw Queen Elsa in his life.

Hans still remembered it all as if it had just happened, although by now it had been about two days since the ship departed from Arendelle.

There was nothing he could do now but wait. Wait for his imminent punishment, a continuation of the torture that had been his life up until now. He honestly hoped that his brother would give him death for his crimes, but he knew it wouldn't be that easy. His brother did not give death just for the sake of it and while he had certainly done enough to receive it, his brother would not dare to kill a royal which he was, along with risk seeming cruel and uncaring and while he most certainly was uncaring, cruel he was not, Hans had to admit.

A sudden lighting strike snapped him out of his musings, making him recoil and hit the wall of his cell above deck. Along with the lighting came a downpour of rain and soon, the sky was shrouded in darkness with rain falling everywhere, only interrupted by the constant lighting that came every now and then. Hans had never been one to fear thunderstorms, seeing how he had been in the navy only weeks before and was technically still a member, not to mention that the Southern Isles had a sea culture, so from a young age he had been taught to appreciate it, not fear it. But even with all that, this storm was different, it was unmerciful, relentless with no sign of coming to a halt and seeing how they were out in the open sea in turbulent waters. . . well, it was certainly a frightening possibility that the ship would sink.

He suddenly recalled that King Agnarr and Queen Iduna, Elsa and Anna's parents had died due to their ship sinking. Oh wouldn't it be an irony if the same happened to him, the man who had almost killed their daughters. An irony to him, a divine justice to others he mused, giving a humorless chuckle.

He was snapped out of said musings when another lightning strike illuminated the sky, giving a tremendous roar, causing him to recoil and hit his head against the wall to his back.

He was rubbing his head when the door to his cell was thrown open, revealing one of the ship guards, a man wearing an Arendellian uniform, tasked by Elsa to escort him to the southern isles.

"What's going on?" asked Hans standing up. "What's going on is that we're evacuating the ship, and while I wouldn't lose much sleep with your death, it is my duty to get you to the Southern Isles, so come along," the man ordered, although it didn't take much incentive for the Westergaard Prince to do so.

They proceeded to board the last boat and were already some distance off the ship when Hans suddenly recalled Sitron.

"Stop!We have to go back for Sitron!" Hans yelled. "Nothing we can do for the poor beast, there's no room and he's too heavy," replied the Arendellian guard.

"I won't leave him," replied Hans, standing up and preparing to jump when the guard grabbed his shoulder, trying to pull him back, only to be met with Hans fist.

With that done, Hans jumped and swam as fast as he could towards the ship, too preoccupied for his friend to care for the frigid water or the yells from the men to his back. Climbing back on board, he quickly headed belowdecks where he was met by Sitron, who was looking panicked but relieved all the same at seeing his master, running to him.

"It's all right, I'm here, it's all right," Hans whispered, his forehead locked with Sitron. A lighting strike snapped him back to reality. "Come on buddy, let's go," he said, urging Sitron forward and up above deck. Re-emerging, they were met by an even worse downpour with no sign of any of the boats, whether it be from them rowing too far away, the darkness or sinking he wasn't sure, although by now it didn't matter as at that precise moment a lighting bolt struck the ship throwing him and Sitron back and setting the ship ablaze. He got back up and helped Sitron do the same. Looking around it was an inferno, the ship going ablaze, bound to be destroyed and sink soon enough. There was no option, if he and Sitron were to die better it be by drowning than by burning. With that conclusion he pushed Sitron off the ship and jumped a moment after.

He re-emerged from the water with a gasp and immediately heard Sitron's neighs .

He swam around trying to find Sitron, an impossible task in the darkness and pouring rain. All of a sudden, the ship exploded behind him. The sudden light was too much for his eyes, blinding him from all else, including the sizable piece of wood that went flying towards him and struck him in the head. The last thing he heard was Sitron's neighs, then the world went black once more.