Baragor sat in his study. Well... it wasn't his study quite yet. The International Consortium would be sending a delegation to decide the actual legal standing of... whatever he was.

He smirked. This wasn't going as smoothy as he wanted. Initially, he had no desire to take over Arrendelle, and he still had no reason to. But once Kristoff had dropped off the map, and Hans was shipped home in a cell, curiousity won out. He packed up and sailed here.

...he sighed.

What should he do next? He had Anna and Kristoff- the wrong couple to have! He needed Elsa and Hans!

...not that Elsa and Hans were a couple. No, no, no... such a thing was impossible. Besides which, they were dead. Hopefully. Once the delegation showed up, Anna would marry Kristoff, and Baragor would sail back to the Southern Isles a hero. And really, that was all he wanted.

Every one of the Southern Isles princes were raised to see themselves as heroes. It was essential that they maintained their honor in public. The fact that Kristoff had pretended to be a commoner, and Hans had turned traitor against, well, everyone, had long been a black spot on their family's name.

Baragor smirked at his own word-play.

Soon, the whole world would see how noble and powerful the Westerguards were. No doubt, the Black Spot Pirates were almost extinct, hiding out in coves and caves, wherever they thought that they wouldn't be hunted down. If only Hans hadn't taken such thorough notes on their habits...

But it was too late to worry about any of that now. It was game over. He'd won. All that fighting, all that damage, just to win. And he had. So why did he suddenly feel so nervous? Hans was dead, right? Elsa was dead too!

...right?

There was, however, an off chance that certain strings were loose, and not tied up nicely. And the thought of that made him... afraid. The ice queen was powerful enough to stop shipping and slam the country into winter for months. If she had survived, she could make his life very, very difficult in the eyes of the international community.

...And Hans... he was supposed to obey orders. He always had, actually. But now he was missing presumed dead. If one were dead, then the other could cause a looooot of problems. Together they weren't much of a threat, obviously, always chasing the other around like cats. Baragor found the whole thing foolish. The two of them would fight forever if need be.

But they had to be dead. No other answer made sense.

So all that was left was to get Anna to go along with his plans. How hard could it possibly be to convince her to marry the man she was in love with? Okay, yes, he'd lied to her for months about who he was, murdered a person here or there, and was related to people she hated with a vengeance. Still, she would see reason, and soon.

Baragor continued pacing. Soon, he would return home a hero. Then he would get the recognition he deserved. He took out a letter and wrote the fleet, informing them he would be coming out to meet them soon enough. After handing it off to Kai, the prince left the room, shutting the door behind him, and went down the hall to Anna's room.

Kristoff was still outside it, silently waiting for her to break. Baragor sighed. His younger brother was many things, but even he wasn't patient enough to outlast the red-head's stubbornness.

"Take a walk," Baragor commanded. Kristoff glared up in contempt, "Oh... don't look at me that way, brother. She was going to figure it out eventually. Besides, I'm about to fix everything."

Kristoff held up a finger, "One hair..." He threatened.

The older man rolled his eyes, "Yes, yes, not even a hair on her fine head will be damaged. Now go."

The outdoorsman wouldn't go far. But Baragor didn't need a lot of room. He took out a key, and let himself in.

Anna ignored him at first, then issued an order of her own, "Go."

Baragor smiled amicably, "I'm not my brother, Miss Anna."

She turned to regard him, slowly, as if... unsure of what he was, "No."

It was an understatement. He went to the window, and flung it open, blinding her in the sun's rays.

"Get dressed," He ordered, "And I hear you haven't been eating the food you've been sent. That will end now. I don't know who you think I am, but let me assure you; I am an ally."

Anna scoffed, rolling on her side, away from him and the sun. Baragor decided to teach her a lesson. He grabbed her arm and yanked her out of the bed like a ragdoll.

"Now, listen here; your sister's dead. And so is my brother. That's life. It would be nice to bring them back, but, who cares? You have a choice: wallow in the past, and watch as your kingdom falls apart, or get up, plaster a smile on your face, and get to work."

She pushed his hand off, "Go."

Baragor sighed in frustration, "No. You are getting married in two month's time. And when you do, you will finally bring peace between our peoples," He rose to full height, "I will be leaving this country soon. Kristoff will rule. And you will be a good wife. Understand?"

"I don't you can make me do anything," She said quietly, dejectedly.

Baragor took a long breath, "...do you know what I can do to you?"

Anna looked away.

"I didn't think so. I can destroy you- it would be so easy. But I'm letting you live so Kristopher can finish the job he came here to do. So get dressed, go outside, and spend time with your future husband."

He then left.

Anna sat for awhile, feeling sorry for herself. She wondered what Elsa would do. Then she realized this was exactly what Elsa had done. After that, she decided she had to move on. Maybe her sister really was alive. Or maybe she was dead. But there was nothing to be done sitting in her room.