"Bitch!" Baragor screamed at the top of his lungs.
After days had turned to weeks, which had turned to months, one would think that Baragor Westerguard's rage would subside slightly. That assumption was false.
Each day, and each failure of each day just reminded him of what he had lost, and who was responsible for that loss.
Hans.
Hans had fought the Black Spot Pirates, had been the one to start the eternal winter- Hans had been the one to save Arrendelle. And now he had the audacity to make that bitch queen again?!
That was the rub. Westerguards fought one another for power on a daily, nay, hourly basis. But this was worse. He gave all that power to a mere woman?!
"Bitch!" He declared. After everything he had done for Hans, his foolish little brother had trusted his former enemy? Obviously, he just did not know how to keep a woman in her place.
Baragor growled. There was only one woman he could stomach- barely. Illyana.
Now that was a woman who knew her proper place! No doubt she would remind Hans of his true nature. He was a vicious killer, not some icy, untouchable's servant boy! Clearly this 'Elsa' was ignorant in the ways of men; their wants, needs, and desires! Had it not been for the International Consortium, Baragor would still be in Arrendelle with his foot on her neck!
He growled in frustration again.
It was all going according to plan! Hans wanted Elsa. What had changed? What sort of devilry had the Arrendelle royalty been up to that changed a proud man into a meek, bumbling servant?!
The more Baragor thought about it, the less sense it made. Hans had her.
…whoops!
He didn't 'have her' have her, he 'had her' in a violent way.
Erk!
Baragor shook his head. He meant that Hans had Elsa pinned down- er, he had the advantage over her. Yes, that was it. The advantage- and, therefore, he could do as he wished with her. So why hadn't he?
Killed her- yes, that was it. Why hadn't Hans taken care of her, instead of… taking care of her?
The more the pirate prince thought about it, the more it seemed like his brother was less her enemy, and more her admirer. This didn't change their circumstances, but it might explain… no. Hans was not so foolish as to actually love that thing, was he?
After all his brothers had taught him about emotions being weaknesses how could he allow it? Besides which, Hans didn't have a shot with her. Besides being the ex-fiancée of the princess, he had actually tried to kill the queen! There was no way, none, that any of his sins were forgiven.
Unlike men, women didn't forgive or forget. Not that men did so out of higher moral calling. Oh no, they did so because they understood the reality of their situations. Baragor had forgiven Hans not due to some brotherly love, but due to his need for an 'in' to Arrendelle. He could see his brother's foolishness clearly now. Perhaps the bitch queen believed she could negotiate some kind of deal.
Baragor almost felt sorry for his brother. He was obviously naïve to assume the queen would set him free. Although, it was funny- she had been the one to propose freeing him. As if she would ever keep her word!
Baragor laughed.
Such a ludicrous proposal! Her sister hated Hans! They would never hold up their end of the bargain! He had simply reminded her council of how releasing the prisoner would reflect on their record. It had been a short conversation.
So everyone knew the truth. Elsa would screw over Hans (not literally), the council would screw over Elsa (not literally) and Baragor would screw the council.
Hmmm… most likely not literally.
Elsa was not a friendly person. She had estranged many countries with her stunt at her coronation. Not her freezing everything and fleeing (although that had been an issue), but due to her inhospitable nature. The thought that she would actually condescend into talking to Hans- getting his side of things, was laughable. No doubt she made it through the title of his report on the pirates, blushed furiously, then ran back to her room to cry about how hard her life was.
Baragor had proven time and again that he was the best man for the job. But between Hans' influence on the International Consortium, and Elsa's inability to dispose of his other brother, it was impossible for him to return to Arrendelle. He had to split them up.
Baragor smirked to himself. He knew how to get between them. He just had to rely on their own hatred to undo them.
"I hate that bitch!" He cried again.
a.n.
I know this is a short chapter. But I needed to fill some time whilst trying to upload the next one! It super-long, and there's a big reveal in it! Anybody care to guess?