So… I've decided to turn this into an alternate ending/scene one- shots book! Each chapter will have a different scene. Enjoy and please review!

To my previous reviewers: Thank you for the reviews! Also I will be adding to this, don't worry.

Part 1 of a 2 Shot!

Chapter 2: Similar Troubles (Helsa)

"...and here is my youngest son, err… umm..."

"It's Hans, dad!" A voice shouted. Loud jeers followed.

Hans grimaced as he was prodded along by his father. It was the annual Traders' Ball in Arendelle, and his father had been set on them being a good impression. That is, his other brothers being good impressions. King Aaron hadn't spared his thirteenth in line a second glance. Not that I matter anyway. He thought glumly. He took a few steps forward apart from his family and stiffly bowed to the royal family of Arendelle. King Adgar and Queen Idun gave kind nods, and the Arendelle princesses five year old Anna and eight year old Elsa politely curtsied, just as they had done to his twelve other brothers.

Yes. Hans Westerguard had twelve other brothers. Twelve elder, stuck up, power hungry, trouble seeking boys. Except for the tenth brother, Lars, he despised all of them. Not to mention his father who always forgot his name and sometimes that Hans even existed.

A loud slap on his back snapped him out of his daydream. "This son of mine- very imaginative yet quiet! And as I was saying," King Rupert continued, "we make excellent trading partners and allies. Our kingdoms are both prosperous and powerful! Cheers to our two kingdoms!"

About an hour later, Hans was seated on one of the ballroom chairs, bored out of his mind as he watched the partygoers dance and celebrate. Men in expensive tailored suits and women in lavish party gowns swooped this way and that to the festive music. Servants, cooks, and maids scurried around, keeping the dishes full and the glasses topped. Royals conversed in mind numbingly boring politics and trade decisions. All oblivious to the ten year old boy slouched on the chair, bored to death. Suddenly, he heard a scream of anger and a flash of platinum blonde braid streaked before his vision, followed by a barely noticeable trail of tiny snowflakes. Hans sat up. Who was that? He stood up to go investigate. All of a sudden, he lost his ability to move his legs and he was flung face first and painfully onto the floor, smacking right into a spilled puddle of wine a maid was about to wipe up. A collective gasp filled the room as Hans struggled to his feet. He looked down at his feet and realized his shoelaces had been sneakily tied together tightly. And on top of that, his new starched white shirt had a large red stain on it! And Hans swore one of his brothers had "accidentally" spilled a splash of wine on the floor right before his eyes.

Everyone in the ballroom was staring at him, mouths wide open.

"My, that clumsy fool!" He heard a lady whisper.

"Can't even stand up properly without causing a mess! Look at that poor maid- she's trying so hard to clean that mess up!" Another voiced hissed.

"Goodness, that little idiot!" A man growled. "That shirt he's wearing must have caused a fortune!"

Ears burning and eyes welling up with frustrated tears, Hans yanked apart his shoelaces and ran as fast as he could out into the palace's garden, promising himself he would never return to that ballroom as long as he lived. He stormed past the beautifully planted flowers and rows of interesting foliage, no exact destination in mind. When he was completely out of breath, he stopped at a bank of smooth pebbles. Hans picked up a handful and with an enraged roar, hurled them into the air. The small stones sailed through the colorful evening sky and plunged back into the garden.

"OWW!"

Hans's anger evaporated immediately as he heard the hurt cry. Running toward the sound of the cry, he found the girl with platinum blonde hair and large blue eyes. She had been sitting at the bank of a stream, face pressed into her hands. Judging by the streaks of tears on her face and the redness in her eyes, Hans figured she had been crying for a good half hour, at least.

"H- hey," Hans began, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hit you, Princess Elsa!"

The blonde looked at him sadly and nodded. "I know." She looked back at the stream with a sad sigh.

"What's wrong?" asked Hans. "You look sad. And why aren't you at the party?"

"It's stupid." Elsa said bluntly. "I don't want to be there."

"Why?"

"My dad called me an ice freak in front of everyone. They laughed and then a whole bunch other things happened that I don't to describe..." Elsa said icily.. "How about you? Are you here to taunt me too?"

"No! My stupid brothers. Had to get away from them for a bit." Hans growled, kicking at a blade of grass.

"I'm sorry." Elsa's voice softened.

"Yeah, I really hate them. They made a big scene right in front of everybody and tied my shoelaces together, making me fall flat on my face. And they pulled the whole 'Hans is the unlucky thirteenth in line' card again."

"Ouch."

"They've been mistreating me for years." Hans slid down beside Elsa on the bank. "Ever since they learned I was the thirteenth in line, they treat me like trash! Why does everyone think thirteen is such a bad number?"

"I don't know." Elsa replied softly. "But okay- I was crying because of my family."

"What happened?"

"Ever since my parents learned I had some- er- different abilities, they haven't loved me anymore." Elsa sighed. "They just love and care about Anna now. They think I'm a freak inside. At parties like this we all pose like one happy family, but inside, I know they only love Anna."

"That sounds terrible!" Hans yelled. "Why would anyone do that to you?"

And for the first time in months, Elsa pulled off a single leather glove and held up her palm. Three snowflakes suddenly materialized and danced on her palm.

"Because, I have ice powers. Witch powers." Elsa's jaw was set with anger and frustration. "I know I'm a freak. I am one!"

Hans barely cared Elsa had powers. He didn't care she was different. "We both have been long mistreated and hated by our families. Why stay? We could run away and join the circus! Be pirates! Join the army! Be partners in crime!"

"I'm so done with them! Every time they call me stupid or freak or threaten to whip me if I get close to Anna, I want to kill myself even more!" Elsa sobbed, tears streaming down her face.

Hans was sobbing now as well. All the hate he had been dealing with crashed down on him and the only thing he wanted to do was to get away. After a few minutes of both of them sobbing on the bank, they were dry of tears. The only feeling left in both of them was the pure desire for revenge and that burning sensation of hate.

They looked at each other, eyes hardened and bright with anger. "Time for revenge." THey shook hands firmly, and even at that young age they knew what was to come. Blood, revenge, war, hate, and oh so much more.

Be reminded this is in a completely alternate universe, events are different. Part 2 of this coming!