They won't see tears, they won't see tears, they won't see tears...
Anna sniffed. It was hard not to feel sorry for herself. Her sister was gone. Her fiancée was a traitor, and everybody seemed to have accepted the rule of the Southern Isles.
Taking a breath, the princess thought through her actions. She had no choice but to accept Kris... whatever he was. The council had (unsurprisingly) voted unanimously that she ought to get married. It made sense. The couple were very popular with the people, and without the rule of Elsa, nor the threat of Hans, people needed to get a sense of familiarity. What better way for everyone to get along than if the princess from the last monarchy married the duplicitous, two-faced jackal brother of the current ruler? (Who was also a two-faced jackal.)
Bizarrely enough, this situation made Anna appreciate Hans more. Not as a fiancée, but as a prince. Up until now she had been sheltered by her parents and sister. Now she was alone in the world, trying to figure it out as she went along. In a way, the princess wished to be more like him. Sure, he was a snake, but he was good at it.
"What would Hans do?" She queried. A number of disturbing answers sprung to her mind. Mostly murder. Of course, anything she could think up, the Westerguards would see coming. They were like that; so sneaky that didn't even have to try. So, the young bride-to-be tried a track she was more comfortable with, "What would Elsa do?"
Lock herself inside?
...no. She'd have dignity, and grace. Elsa would face this problem with a level head. Surely the International Consortium would be back. And when they did...
When they did she could sue for independence. Surely, once the courts opened, they would see that Anna herself had nothing to do with whatever had happened under Elsa rule. And once Anna was queen...
"Then what?" She questioned herself. She was no queen. She was barely an adult. The first thing the princess was going to do was banish Westerguards from her shores.
But that was not enough. She had to prove not only her innocence in dealing with the pirates, but also that Arrendelle existed as an independent nation, was hers to rule, and that she could rule.
But how to suspend the marriage?
In a fairy-tale, she would just give out impossible demands, but that was unlikely to work here. What she needed was a bargaining chip. Something the Westerguards needed. Something that scared them. But what scared Baragor?
It took the princess but a moment to realize what scared the prince the most. What would distract him endlessly. Anna let the tears flow, then smudged them away.
Running down the hall, she banged on the prince's room until he came to the door. His eyes were wide with confusion and concern. He had never received such a visitor.
"He's back!" She screamed, running into the room. Lies came pouring out of her mouth, "I heard him!"
"What? Who?"
"Hans!" She screamed, "Hans is back, and he's going to kill me!"
There was a second of silence as the information sunk in. She watched Baragor's eyes narrow, widen, and have the understanding dawn on him. He'd never suspect that she would lie.
"Go to your room, lock the door, and do not come out until I say it is safe," He ordered.
She nodded and left. A slow smile crept across her face. The Westerguards were always so crafty they forgot the reason that sometimes threats do not exist.
Anna locked herself in her room, and concentrated on the legality of the occupation of her home. Hopefully, it would soon be over.