Baragor did his best to stay alive. This whole plan was flawed from the start. It was supposed to be a clear-cut victory, blackmail one sister by using the other one against her, take over, and frame someone for his crimes.
Instead, Hans, the littlest brother, had managed to become the biggest pain. He was Protector of the Southern Isles Port of Arrendelle. The International community regarded him as a hero, and what was left of the Black Spot pirates feared him as the worst of villains.
A stab of jealousy coursed through the Westerguard. He recalled some of the books that he'd read on his family's history. Yet of all the infamous incidents, Baragor doubted that his would forgotten.
"Kill Elsa, kill Anna, repeat..." he muttered to himself. When he had watched his brother in prison, he had not appreciated just how much a man could hate the girls. Now he understood- Anna, so self-assured. She was tough and energetic, but had an attitude that made her seem vulnerable. The princess had a way of getting close to people, and then taking them down a peg or two. Baragor wished she had really been taken by the Black Spot pirates, they would have nailed her down to the deck of their ship and tortured her. Perhaps an opportunity would present itself.
Then, Elsa. Baragor loathed her. She needed to be taught a lesson in humility. She also needed to die. Baragor wanted the pleasure for himself. He'd ordered her death the night of the attack on Arrendelle, but everyone's favorite protector was there.
Which raised a question that had been bothering Baragor for quite some time now; was Elsa dead? He figured Hans would kill her, but now he wasn't so sure.
No one had seen the ex-queen for months, but, like any of his pesky annoyances, she seemed to have endless luck.
Baragor chuckled. Kristoffer didn't. Yet he was one of the worst problems of the group. Unlike Hans, who was motivated by revenge, or the sisters who were motivated by their relationship to one another, Kristoff was motivated by love. And as such, was the easiest to manipulate. At first, anyways. But as time went on, the blonde had displayed a deference to Hans and Elsa that could not easily be explained. Hans was his brother, and Elsa his lover's sister...
yet he began to treat them as a unit...
"No!" Hissed Baragor. It was impossible. Unthinkable! Hans hated Elsa more than anything in the entire world! And Elsa hated Hans. He was just about the only thing she truly did hate!
The idea of the two of them together disgusted him.
But if there was something there... perhaps it could be used as a weapon against Hans. That was something the younger Westerguard would never see coming.