Everything was upside-down. Kristoff was dead, Anna was in prison, Hans was alive, and Elsa was missing, hopefully dead.
And, worst of all, the whole thing had been done in front of the International Consortium! As if that weren't bad enough, they were now in talks with Hans, the hero!
Baragor muttered angrily.
"Excuse me," Bowed a servant girl.
"Out with it, maid," He snapped.
"Your... beastly associates wanted me to tell you how displeased they are that you are here, sipping champagne and... what was the phrase?" Elsa paused, letting the distasteful language roll off her tongue, "putting it to the pretty princesses, yes, something like that, but a bit cruder."
Baragor's eyes went wide. He turned around. Elsa was there. He could kill her!
"Well, I suppose I might have disregarded one or two duties as leader," He said amicably, "What's it to you?"
"Nothing," She said sweetly, "but it means a great deal to Hans that you shipped him overseas, tortured him, and tried to kill us. Twice. Did you know that the ship you sent was already being pursued? They didn't even have time to do any real damage to me..."
She shook her head in disappointment.
"Oooooh... I'm sure I could correct that," He said, taking a step forward. The smile on her face made him pause, "What?"
"Hans is in the next room, telling them everything about you, and you're wasting valuable time arguing with me, instead of escaping..." She shook a finger at him.
"Someday," He swore, "I'm going to come back, and I'm going to nail you and your sister to the deck of my ship and watch you scream, and burn and cry."
Elsa stood her ground, "I'm not afraid of you."
Baragor leaned in closely, "...you should be."
He left. Elsa's shoulders fell. She'd hoped her bluff would work. Hans was indeed organizing things, but he gave no indication whatsoever that he cared to stop Baragor.
She stomped down the halls, pretending to still be 'Jo'. Heading to the main hall, she went to the two people in the world she understood the best.
"Kai, Gerda... where is he?"
The two were sobbing into each other's sholders. They looked at her in confusion for a moment.
"Where's your son?" She explained.
Kai guided her to where Kristoff's body lay.
"How long did you know?" He asked. She shrugged.
"I knew he had to have help from someone inside the castle. A couple old enough to be his parents. I knew when Hans was coming because you told me, he knew where I went because you told him. You were still working for the boy you adopted. Why?"
"You would understand if you had children, ma'am."
The double doors were shut against entrance. Elsa pushed through them anyways. Hans sat at the head of the table, looking crushed.
"I told the servants to leave me be," He ordered.
"I'm no servant," She responded with more confidence than she felt.
"...you are now, Jo," He said. She sat beside him quietly.
"He was your enemy," Her whispered came quietly, but echoed in the hall.
"Who isn't?" He chuckled back.
"Me."
He laughed, "I... wanted nothing more than to kill you. For months. And now... Kristoffer... who loved Anna more than life, is dead, by her hand. Where's the logic? Where's the fairness?"
"The world isn't fair."
Hans put his head in his hands, "...I have to find Baragor."
"He's on his way out."
The prince sighed, "...I don't have anyone in the world left, really. And nothing ever gets any better. I go to sea to serve my country, I get attacked by pirates. I take to land to rule Arrendelle, I get arrested, I work for Arrendelle, I get kidnapped and tortured."
Elsa laughed, "I know how you feel..."
Hans looked at her for a moment, "You really do, don't you?"
For just a moment there, his lust was non-existent. He just wanted to be there, and be held. Instead, he got up and walked away.
That was power. His favorite brother was dead, and he dealt with it like he didn't care.
Elsa watched feeling sorry in her heart that he thought that was the way to deal with grief.