"My name is Helga," Said a blond-haired girl. She was in the corners of the merchant ship, "Man, that was a close one, right?"
"Jo," Her quiet companion replied.
"Can't believe there are still Black Spot Pirates out. My... companion and I were separated. That's why I'm headed to The Arrendelle Port of the Southern Isles."
"Same."
"Oh, sorry. Well, thanks to that Admiral Westerguard guy, seems like somebody's actually doing something about the problem," Sniffed Helga.
"Yes, someone is," Agreed Jo.
"Where're ya from, Jo?"
"Corona."
"Ah, nice place, Corona, don't care for their prince, though. Why, I remember back in the old days, princes were always high-quality. They were raised right, you know."
Her companion snorted, "Yes, and these days they're thieves and liars."
"Exactly!"
"Where are you from, Helga?"
"Arrendelle," the blond smirked, "I have unfinished business there. What do you think of the queen?"
"She's dead, I'm afraid," replied the girl with black hair.
"Ah, such a shame. She's a rare one; a woman with a powerful heart. She did so much damage, but to stand up the way she did, to keep going... such a shame. And I'll tell you something nobody knows..."
"Hm?"
"That Admiral Westerguard guy? Tried to kill her. And she had to trust him to save her kingdom! I'm not her, but if I was, I would be ticked!"
"Arrendelle is no more," Sighed Jo, "I always imagined it the loveliest place on earth."
"It was. But now the only one with the political power to do anything about it is that Prince Kris guy."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, he's a Westerguard, the Prodigal Son."
"I heard he's engaged to the princess..." Probed her companion.
The thin blond rose, hugging herself, "Can't imagine why..." she kept her eyes out for guards, if they spotted her...
"Rumor, perhaps?"
"Anna... I mean, princess Anna has always been a bit wild. It's not unthinkable that she just got engaged on a whim."
Jo remained silent, quietly regarding Helga, "You look familiar..."
"People say that all the time," She brushed her hair around her face self-consciously, "But I assure you, I am no one of consequence."
"Hmm..."
The two were silent for a few moments, letting them appreciate the fact that the oceans were slightly safer than they had been a few months prior.
"Do you know anything about Admiral Westerguard?"
"I met Hans a few times myself."
"And?"
Helga paused, "He has a lot of pain. And, for whatever reason, he likes to hide that."
"Why?"
"I suppose he's afraid. See, every Westerguard goes into the military. The idea that one wouldn't is... well, unthinkable. But Hans was never one for combat. His strength lies in strategy. But something happened to him out there, something he doesn't like to think about."
"I suppose no one could have saved him," Said Jo sadly, "After... the fall of Arrendelle, I wondered if maybe... the queen could have convinced him..."
"Sorry," Apologized Helga, "Hans was lost in a prison of his own making. Where I come from, we have a saying, 'only true love can thaw a frozen heart', but I'm afraid Hans lost his a long, long time ago."
"And he's dead now."
"...sure, if you believe the rumors."
"The rumors say Anna is engaged, and it seems likely. The rumors say that Hans is dead, and that seems likely."
"Rumor also says that the queen is alive, and on her way back to Arrendelle," Smirked Helga, watching the horizon for signs of land.
"Don't believe every rumor you hear," Said her acquaintance.
"I have reason to believe this one to be true," Said Helga.
"...what was your name again?" Asked Jo.
"Ellen," Responded Helga, "I believe I told you my name was Ellen."