"It's over," Said Baragor. The delegation of European diplomats looked apprehensively at him. Arendelle was a peaceful place. There had never been a problem here- ever. Well, except for that one time, but what were the chances something that bad would happen again?

"I am afraid," Said the French ambassador, "We need to review the signatures on the paper!"

The English ambassor scoffed, "That's completely unnecessary. We have all the proof necessary to strip that so-called queen of her 'authority' and give it to someone a bit more..."

"Me?" Asked Baragor.

"Not yet," Came a familiar voice.

"Hans..." growled Baragor. His baby brother was alive. REALLY?! How was this still possible? Hans was burned, beaten, and half-drowned. Yet here he was, alive and well. And also, apparently, the ruler de facto of Arrendelle.

"Hello, big brother," Hans smirked out, taking his feet off Elsa's... now his... desk, "How can I help you gentlemen?"

The French ambassador looked at him dubiously, "If memory serves, you tried some sort of scheme here before, yes?"

Hans waved his arms dismissively, "Nonsense. This is a completely different matter. The queen is gone, as is Princess Anna. Since we are at war, right now, I, the supreme commander of all military forces, am in charge of matters of state."

"A word, brother," Asked Baragor with tenacity. The edge in his voice was noticeable now. He was on the edge of either victory, or defeat, and only the next few seconds would determine which would be his.

Hans swiveled impishly in his chair. This was just too good. Both girls were gone, and he sat in control of Arrendelle- almost. Baragor marched up and leaned over the desk.

"Brother..." He began. Hans smiled.

"Brother!" His face lit up, "Are you going to kill me now?"

Baragor forced himself to be polite, "NO! I only did that because Kristoff forced my hand! I have only looked out for you!"

Hans shot his elder sibling a look, "Really?" His eyebrow quirked up. His tone was dubious.

"Yes!" Nodded Baragor emphatically, "Who fed you in prison? Who secured your release?"

"Who trapped me on a pirate ship?"

"Kristoff!" Swore Baragor, "I am just trying to fix what you've messed up!"

The two glared daggers at one another. The French ambassador cleared his throat.

"Excuse me... we have a problem."

The two Westerguards turned in surprise. The ambassador continued, "We have a court-order here stripping Arrendelle of its independence as a nation. From here on out, it will be under the protection of the Southern Isles crown. Is this acceptable?"

The brothers exchanged glances, knowing full-well that there was no way they could trust the other. Then again, it's not like they had much choice in the matter.

"We'll take it from here," They both chimed in. The ambassadors nodded before leaving.

"How did you manage this exactly?" Hans questioned, leaning back in his chair. Now that he had a face to which he could assign the Black Spot, it was easier to deal with his fears.

"...Arrendelle was never going to release you," Said Baragor evenly. He had Hans' habit of walking around the room while talking, "Queen Elsa was going to put you to death."

"Of course," Agreed Hans, "And?"

"After your death, Arrendelle was going to make an arrangement with the Black Spot pirates..."

Hans scoffed, "It's just like a woman to think that would work."

Baragor ignored that. He had to. Technically, Elsa hadn't thought that would work. She hadn't signed the paper. In her absence, the council ruled. But they had signed the paper, which was a death sentence in any civilized country. Therefore, Baragor planned on seizing control by blackmailing the council. If Elsa or Anna returned, a simple civil suit would clear up the matter, and Baragor would have nothing.

"She's still out there, you know," Said the older prince.

Hans scoffed, "I would like to kill her, so slowly. Soooo... sooo... slooooowly..."

"You'll have your chance," Agreed his brother, "But right now, I'm more concerned about Kristoff. He'll no doubt go looking for his precious Anna."

Hans nodded, "She means everything to him, remember?"

"Yes..." Baragor said, "You told me as much."

Hans' head tilted, "You know, I never realized you had much interest in your brother's lives!"

Baragor shrugged, "Well! I have no choice now, do I?"

Hans regarded his brother with suspicion. After some contemplation, though, he asked the question neither of them was ready to answer.

"What next?"

Baragor nodded thoughtfully, "Next... we kill Elsa. She has to die."

Hans sat there in silence. The two went through their options. Not much could be done. Hans was recognized by the people of Arrendelle, in this moment of crisis, and Baragor was recognized by the international community.

"And Kristoff?"

"I will deal with Elsa. You... take care of Anna."

Hans' eyebrow lifted, "Why?"

"Without her, Kristoff will have no reason left to fight. He'll just disappear again."

"I'm going to need a ship."

The brothers shook hands, smiling. Both were already plotting the demise of the other.

"Oh, and as for Elsa?" Asked Hans, "I want to kill her myself."

Baragor smiled, "Good."