Authors note: Again thank you for all of the reviews. Now for your pleasure, here is a new chapter, we will be seeing more of the Southern isles and meet more chapters. Hopefully you will all enjoy it.

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Southern isle's palace:

There was no sleep to come inside the palace, all night Hans stayed starring up at the ceiling of his room listening to the many creaks the palace made and all of the foots steps as some servants and guards went about their rounds.

From darkness came light as the sun rose announcing the start of the day, slowly getting up he rubbed his eyes before looking at Pascal who occupied the spare pillow of the bed, the little chameleon looked quite comical as it slept on its back, tongue hanging out and made a sound which suspiciously sounded like snoring.

Careful not to wake Pascal Hans got out of bed and got ready for the day, when dressed with a simple shirt, vest, pants and boots he walked over to Skadi who was napping.

"Skadi, Skadi" said Hans as he gently poked the owl, opening its eyes the owl stared before turning its head hoping to ignore Hans and continue its sleep.

"Skadi, you need to wake up, I can hide Pascal but not you if somebody decides to enter the room" said Hans as he walked over to the large window that was in the room and opened it, huffing Skadi stretched her wings before flying off and landing on the window sill.

"Fly around a bit and meet me outside by the stables, will bring you something nice" promised Hans,

"Fine, as long as its not eggs" the owls gaze seem to say and Hans agreed as he was sure that feeding eggs to an owl counted as cannibalism, which was disgusting when he though about it.

"No eggs" Hans promised, nodding Skadi flew out the window and towards the sky, Hans watched her for a moment before closing the window, a little too noisily as Pascal jumped awake and stood kinda like a startled cat would.

"Sorry Pascal" said Hans, Pascal stood up and stuck out its tongue at him.

"Sorry, again" said Hans sighting before placing his hand down so Pascal could climb up and hide in the pocket of his vest.

With that Hans left the room, only to spend close to 3 hours wandering around the palace hopelessly lost,

"Why must all halls and doors look the same?" though Hans as he was sure that he was going in circles, then there was a loud bam as a door opened, the first reaction Hans had was to hide behind a pillar.

"So you heard about him right?" he heard one voice say,

"About Aurora? Aaron? Help me out here Henry" said another voice, taking a peek from his hiding place Hans saw it was two men, probably around 30 if his guess was accurate, both were dressed in rich attire, their imperial coats were sown with gold thread and buttons, the most vibrant blue and green colors Hans ever saw which complemented their white trousers and black shoes.

"Must be one of the...my brothers" whispered Hans to Pascal who nodded in agreement,

"No Soren, I am talking about our brother uhhh..whats his name?" said one who had the green imperial coat, his hair was brunet and had an anchor mustage.

"Oh yess Ludwig, our little brother whats-his-name, the new one, no I have not heard about him" said Soren who had the blue imperial coat, his hair was ginger color and had sideburns which ended in an elegant beard.

"Yes that one and I have not heard much too, except some gossip about how he got in the way of Rudi punishing two street urchins" said Ludwig,

"He got in the way? Why would he? They were of no importance" said Soren,

"I don't know, but here is what I want to know, why would mother and father want him back after they threw him away?" said Ludwig,

"Its not his looks or intelligence that's for sure, I heard from mother and father how ugly and dumb he was" said Soren before laughing,

"Oh great just what we need in this family" groaned Ludwig,

"Don't worry, we will just ignore him, the others think the same" said Louis before the two left to another room, neither of them knowing Hans had heard everything.

Leaving his hiding spot Hans stared at the door where he saw Soren and Ludwig go into, in all honesty he was quite shock and hurt that they though of him in such a way, it hurt even more because in Corona he was always held in a high degree of respect, respect of course which he had earned, nobody had anything bad to say about him and most of all nobody disrespected him in such a way.

But here in the Southern isle's, it seems that he was not held at the same high regard as he was back in Corona, he was not even considered family from the looks of it.

"Whoever wrote that stepparents are evil...I am going to find them and have them change it to the parents being evil" said Hans, if his life was a fairy tale, it would be obvious that his stepparents are his loving parents while his biological parents and siblings are the evil ones.

Pascal nodded in agreement as the two left to continue their search for the kitchen.

After wandering around Hans decided to try some doors in the hopes that behind one of them would be the kitchen.

"Common room, library, drawing room, some kind of class room" muttered Hans as he opened and closed doors, while Pascal was looking quite pale as he held his rumbling stomach.

"I know your hungry, I am hungry too" said Hans as he tried one last door, this one look quite interesting.

It was a large and grand room, there were mirrors on the walls and large windows letting light in, such a huge contrast to the dark and draped halls Hans and Pascal spent hours wandering around.

Closing the door behind him Hans walked into the room, enjoying the light as if he had been locked away in darkness for what seemed like an eternity.

Pascal made a noise and pointed, at the other side of the room, tucked away in a corner was a piano, walking over to it Hans ran his hands through the piano keys while Pascal got out of his pocket and climbed down to the keys and up to a perch, sitting there he seemed to smirk a bit as if saying "I know you want to",

"I really should not" said Hans sitting on the piano bench, Pascal continued to move his hand insisting for Hans to play.

"Alright" said Hans as he stroke the piano keys, the very instrument brought many good memories of the afternoons with his parents, his papa Alexander personally taught him how to play, it was one of the many things they bonded through.

Pacing both hands on the keys Hans pressed them, playing at first slow, but gaining speed as he began to re familiarize himself with the instrument. The melody he played was melancholic, haunting, maybe a manifestation of his feelings of longing for his loving parents, grandparents, family, friends and home.

As he played he did not notice the door opened and a young girl walked in, her hair were red curls which were picked up in a bun, her eyes blue, skin as white as snow, wore a long sleeve white top and a skirt which was all pink tulle that reached her knees, in her hand she carried a pair of white ballet slippers.

At first she looked quite puzzled at the sight of a stranger in her personal dance area, but smiled a little as she enjoyed the music before walking over and tapped Hans in his back while saying "Excuse me senor" startling Hans.

"Sorry senor, are you a new worker? I have seen all workers but never you" said the girl,

"Uh, no, I am not a worker, my name is Hans" said Hans composing himself,

"Oh, your my tio, I heard of you from the servants" said the girl as she put on her ballet slippers and laced them up,

"A what?" asked Hans as both he and Pascal look equally confused,

"Tio...uncle...sorry...my mom is Spanish...or at least she was till...never mind...my name is Crown princess Katarina Westergaar Aragon of the Southern isles..or at least I will be...unless my dad re-marries and gets a boy..." she said then added sadly "He really wants a boy...",

"I am sorry to hear that, you seem like a charming girl" said Hans,

"Thank you, glad you see it like that, my other uncles even my dad call me a mosca" said Katarina,

"Mosca? You mean..fly" asked Hans trying to remember the meaning of the word,

"Exactly, they say I am as annoying as that" huffed Katarina,

"So Kata-",

"Please call me Karen, my nombre (name) is just too long it rivals the Nile river" said Katarina now Karen,

"Okay Karen as long as you call me Hans" said Hans,

"Okay and what a cute frog you have" said Karen pointing at Pascal who looked insulted,

"That is Pascal and he is not a frog, he is a chameleon" explained Hans,

"Coooolllll! I have never seen one up close, better hide him, the family hates reptiles, if they find Pascal he will be very very muerto (dead)" said Karen making Pascal shriek as he understood what muerto meant.

"Over my dead body they will" said Hans as Pascal quickly went back to Hans vest pocket where he would be safe.

"I hope not, I like Pascal" said Karen,

"I like him too" said Hans then asked "Why are you here?",

"I should be asking that to you, nobody comes to my dance space" said Karen,

"Dance space? You dance?" asked Hans,

"Yes, been taking ballet since I could walk, well not literally but you know what I mean" said Karen,

"I see, well then sorry if I intruded in your private room and I will leave as soon as possible" said Hans as he got up,

"No, you can stay, frankly it will be nice to speak to another uncle who is not a jerk" said Karen then added sheepishly "Also...the musician quit last week and I was kinda hopping you would...",

"Play a bit?" finished Hans,

"Just a bit, music helps my practice" said Karen,

"Alright, if afterwards you can show me around, I was lost and it was how I got here" said Hans,

"Its a deal" chirped Karen as she quickly put on her ballet slippers, tying them up nicely before going to the center of the room waiting for the music cue.

Hans played again, this time the melody was much more cheerful and bouncier as it floated through the air, it seemed to affect Karen as she danced happily through the room, it was quite an impressive sight as she pirouetted, jumped and performed other complicated moves to perfection.

Smiling Karen ended in a point before bowing, Hans clapped before saying "Your really good",

"Thank you" said Karen bowing before walking over and saying "Come on I'll show you where the kitchen is"

Together they left, after a while Hans invited his niece to try some hot chocolate, which she was more than happy to.

So Karen sat down and waited, soon Hans appeared with a tray that had a tea pot, cups and saucers on top of it.

"Thanks, it means a lot that you watched me dance...nobody seems to care...not even my own father and stepmother" said Karen after a while,

"Maybe their busy, but surely they do care" said Hans,

"No they do not, one time I told my father and stepmother that I was going to go a for walk, they were like "Yes, thats fine" but I was gone all day and part of the night and they did not notice" said Karen sadly "Its like I don't exist",

"Maybe it was a one time thing?" said Hans as he tilted the pot and poured the content into a cup before giving it to Karen.

"What is it?" asked Karen looking at the rather thick looking brown liquid,

"Hot chocolate, its a recipe my grandmother taught me, it involves grinding chocolate, melting it and mixing very little cream and sugar making it thick and creamy" explained Hans as he sat down and poured himself a cup before drink it in small sips.

Karen smelled it, took a small sip before her eyes lit up and drank it down in two glubs.

"That's delicious!" she declared happy,

"Glad you like it" said Hans as he reached for the pot and offered "Want some more?",

"I can have more?" asked Karen hopeful,

"Of course" said Hans finding it a bit odd of her asking such a question as he poured more chocolate into the cup.

Smiling Karen sipped when soon they heard the door open.

Turning Hans was surprised to see a woman standing at the door. She was older than he was, maybe in her middle thirties, dark brown hair which was tied in a tight bun, combine that with her dark colored dress she looked quite drab and sad, like she was in a state of eternal mourning for the loss of something or somebody she had lost.

"Katarina did you-" she stopped when she saw the two,

"Would you like to join us?" asked Hans as he stood up and offered her one of the empty seats,

"Your truly not from around here" she commented,

"No, I come from Corona" said Hans then sighted "I have noticed things are very different here compared to there",

"It is, but I learned that you either get used to it or settle" said the woman as she walked over then her eyes widen as Hans stood up and pulled the chair for her to sit.

Very careful, even afraid, she sat the down, Hans pushed it so she was close then poured a cup of hot chocolate for her making her look even more shocked.

"Try it aunt Helga, its great!" Said Karen happily, taking it carefully Helga took a sip then hummed "Its good",

"Thank you, but what do you mean by settle?" asked Hans,

"We are all pawns here, to be used and re used, nothing more" said Helga "You should know, you were part of the court in Coronas".

"Yes I was, but it was not like that" said Hans,

"No? Were your parents not expecting you to marry that Princess?" said Helga,

"They were not expecting anything of me, just for me to do whats right and marry for love" said Hans,

"Marry for love?" asked Helga even more baffled, even Karen was baffled as her father was planning to marry her off to high nobles.

"Yes" said Hans "My parents always said that God gave us all a heart to share, that from loving and being loved back we gained all the happiness in the world",

"That's beautiful" they heard, turning Hans saw his other sisters in laws. Like Helga they were beautiful, but looked so sad.

"Hi auntie Adelaide, Gisela... hello...Stepmother Theresa" said Karen, hesitating towards the end.

"Your parents sound like they were happy" said Adelaide,

"They were" said Hans softly as he looked down as he remembered his loving parents.

"Can you tell us a bit about them?" asked Gisela,

"Of course" said Hans getting up and pulling the chairs for them surprising them.

Once sat down Hans spoke to them about his parents Alexander and Amelia, how they were so in love, their time together.

The sister in laws and Karen listened, to them is like listening to a fairy tale, the perfect loving relationship which when compared to what they have...

It was nothing, it was what they wanted, but cannot have, at least not while their married to their current husbands.

Their husbands were not the loving type, they went either as neglectful as Lars who hardly even looked at Helga to emotionally abusive like Adelaide.

There were mean comments such as them being called fat or ugly, ignored, nothing was said.

It was as if they did not exist and if they did it was just to sit still and look pretty...


Arendelle town:

The sun slowly set behind the mountains and sea as Elsa waited in the town square for Anna to show up. She was patient as she knew Anna was busy at work in the dress shop.

Though Elsa wished Anna would come back home, she was proud of all the accomplishments Anna had achieved, the dresses she had mended, improved even made were nothing short of beautiful. Secretly Elsa has bought several of the dresses her sister had made,

"Snow" she heard, looking she smiled as she saw Anna running over and hugged her,

"Glad to see you again sis" said Anna,

"You too and thank you for not calling me Elsa in public" said Elsa,

"Sure, but care to explain why do you want me to call you snow...and how did you come up with that name?" said Anna,

"Oh nothing...just somebody I knew called me that a long time ago" said Elsa with a small smile,

"Let me guess, Ross red" said Anna with a playful grin,

"How do you know?" demanded Elsa,

"I may or may not have overheard you and mom talking about him" said Anna then added dreamily "He must be the one if you have not forgotten about him",

"Anna there is no such thing as the one" said Elsa exasperated as she knew what was coming,

"Yes there is, Kristoff is the one...for me...but still the one" said Anna happily "I can never imagen myself being married to anybody else",

"But this is different Anna, I have not seen him in years, besides I barely know who he is" said Elsa,

"But who is not to say that fate is already pulling the strings so you and him can meet again" said Anna happily "Any day now you and him will be crossing paths again, oh oh maybe when you do you two will get to know each other better, fall further in love, get married...Oh it will be just like a fairy tale"

Elsa covered her mouth and giggled a bit at the comment, Anna had always been a hopeless romantic, she was the girl who would spend all her childhood reading fairy tales and day dreaming about when her true love would come. At a certain point Elsa envied Anna for that as she had the luxury of being able to fall in love with whoever she wanted, but not Elsa, as heir she was expected to marry a king or prince, somebody of high social class, wealth and connections, even if she did not have that obligation Elsa doubted that she would be able to open herself enough to be with another person.

She had heard the word controlling being used to describe her, but she could not help it, she just did not like anything impulsive or surprising, she wanted everything planned out to a t and that was how she liked it.

"I don't think life works that way" said Elsa shaking her head,

"Alright then sister, hows about a bet?" said Anna with a grin,

"What kind of bet?" Elsa said crossing her arms,

"Nothing much...just a small thing...I am willing to bet that you my dear sister will meet Ross red again and not only that I will also add that you will realize that he is the one for you and that you will want to marry him or he will want to marry you or both" said Anna,

"Anna that is impossible, it will never happen" said Elsa,

"Oh it will, I am sure of it and when you see that I am right, you my dear sister will pay for my wedding when Kristoff decides to propose to me" said Anna sure of herself and her win,

"Alright then, but if I win you will drop the whole the one and stop pressuring me about the love thing" said Elsa,

"Its a deal, but trust me, you will be seeing me making your wedding dress soon" said Anna mischievously as it seems that her sister did not notice that she did not put a timeline in her bet,

"Alright change of subject, what do you feel like having today?" asked Elsa as she and Anna began to walk towards the inn district of Arendelle,

"I heard that there is an inn called the running turnip, it makes sandwiches to die for for a reasonable price" said Anna as she grabbed Elsa's arm and began to drag her to the inn.


Southern isles:

Day in, day out, it all blended into one as Hans stared out the window, its been about a month since he first arrived to the Southern isles and its been nothing but a nightmare.

No matter how hard he tried to get his family to like him nothing seemed to work as every effort ended with them just getting angrier and angrier with him.

His brothers played tricks on him, the worst they did was trying to "accidentally" push him off a long flight of stairs. Yelling mean comments was usually their favorite.

Then there was Lars, he was the only brother who was not mean to him, he was not kind either as he acted as if Hans did not exist.

Turning around he faced his brothers who were in a recreation room, some were playing English billiards, others played darts, Lars was reading a book while Caleb and Anton watched.

"Pss pss... watch this" whispered Anton to Lars and Caleb before "accidentally" dropping his cup of tea and saucer unto the ground, the dark tea spilled unto the expensive hand made silk rug.

Caleb was going to yell at Anton for it only to stop when Hans noting it walked over and picked the cup and saucer up, raising eyebrows among the brothers.

Though this was not out of the ordinary for Hans, this was shocking to the brothers as them being prince's such manual work was seen as beneath them, never once they had to pick up after themselves or clean up.

"What are you doing?" asked Lars shocked,

"Picking up the cup" said Hans as he held out the tea cup and saucer.

"Why? We have servants, they do things for us" said Caleb, to him this was embarrassing even an insult,

"I am sure their very busy trying to keep this place clean, I am not going to give them more work when I have two perfectly good hands and can handle it myself" said Hans before he turned and left the room.

Getting up Hans looked confused at the stares he was getting from his brothers, but could not really figure out why so he excused himself and left.

Once gone Jurgen complained "Just what we needed, a brother who behaves more like a servant rather than a prince",

"It was bad enough he goes around acting like a common person but this! How will we survive the shame?!" said Rudi,

"You know... maybe its high time we taught him a lesson" said Caleb,

"What do you suggest?" asked Anton,

"If he acts like this... then we should treat him like it" said Caleb then gestured them to come close and whisper what he wanted.

In all honesty Caleb did not feel sorry, in his eyes Hans was an interloper, another mouth to feed, so planning this was not at all bad in his eyes.

To be continued...


Fun Fact: Karen was made in honor of Hans Christian Anderson story the red shoes, while her looks were inspired by a famous ballerina actress called Moira Shearer who also had a lead role in a movie called the red shoes that was inspired by the story of the same name.

What we see here is a clash of ideas/cultures, you see in the Victorian times there was huge social changes going on, especially for the royal classes due to the french revolution. Yes that happened years ago but it still caused a great effect and the fear of it happening again was still there. So royals and high classes in around the 1820's or so began to try to relate to their people, reach out to them, show them that they are just like them and that they care. Most of the royals did this by teaching their children basic things people of the lower class did like cooking, having some chores, they also attended charity work and such and were seen to interact with people of the lower classes more often.

We see this in Hans as his parents raised him to be the ideal proper Victorian gentleman who was supposed to be honorable, pious, educated, a gentleman, hard worker, family oriented and charitable. (And yes these were the ideal of that time but that did not mean that people followed that ideal all the time... or at all... as a lot of men and women did not really follow these ideals).

This sadly clashes with his brothers and family who stayed in the old ways of royalty which the sons, their mother have an autocratic and absolute rule, with that father on the top of everything. Basically they were expected to be treated like mini gods with them not lifting a finger as they have servants to do everything for them (And yes even the servants dress them).

Combine that with the fact that Hans is practically a stranger to them we got a recipe for disaster.

Authors note: Anyway things are getting more interesting, will this lead to Hans eventually leaving for Arendelle and meeting Elsa? We shall see.

So please stay tuned for the next chapter, please remember to review when done.