Hans walked the halls with a fury. In theory, he should have been escorted down to the dungeons, but nobody was in a mood to deal with the angry prince.
His mood darkened as he cursed everyone, especially Anna for putting him into this situation. How many more lives did he have to snuff out before they would release him from this war?!
He burst into his brother's office, knowing full well what he had to do, "I'm going to need 99 men. Sea-worthy, with no fear and a death wish. And a ship. A big one. With a black flag."
His brother stared back at him at a loss for words, "...well-"
"And I need this by sundown." Hans stormed off. He was huffing by the time he reached the upmost tower of the castle. He collapsed against the wall.
"Hi." Some peasant was trying to get his attention. Hans ignored him. The peasant then picked him up and knocked the prince unconscious.
...
Ten minutes later, Hans awoke with a throbbing headache.
"Wooooow..." He muttered to himself. Kristoff was standing over him with a smug smile on his face.
"Ow."
"You're welcome."
"For what?"
Kristoff gestured to the air around him, "For not having to prove you can fly."
"...touche'." Hans rose to his feet, "You're that, uh, ice, guy, right? Chrissy?"
"It's Kristoff."
"Kristoffy, right." Hans brushed himself off.
"No hard feelings?"
"None."
They both sighed and turned back to the ocean.
"I'm scared."
"...I know."
"Does it ever bother you?"
"Lying to her?"
Hans laughed, "No. Yes, of course lying to her."
"Nope. I like being a ice harvester. Plus, marrying a princess, sooo..."
"Did Baragor recognize you?"
Kristoff shook his head, "Screw it, I've been away from people all my life. Mom and Dad never told me where I was from..."
Hans shrugged, "I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw you. Just out of curiousity, How exactly did you 'meet' Anna."
"An 'accident' actually."
Hans laughed, "Right."
Kristoff shrugged, "Hey, you said you'd help me get the girl of my dreams."
"If you really loved her, why'd she end up in my arms."
Thunk.
Hans woke up again, "So, do we keep pretending not to know each other?"
"Yep."
"You want me to find Anna, don't you?"
"...yep."
"You ever gonna tell her the truth."
"Never."
"Sounds like a good plan, we set sail at midnight."
"Who's this we?" Asked Kristoff. Hans smirked.
"Brother, we're hunting pirates!"