Heins
Heins lay on his cot, trying for the what seemed like hundredth time to ignore the obvious signs of commotion outside his tent, packing up the camp to continue their long journey to The Master. He was sure he had never been so miserable in his entire life. In just under a month, he was ripped from his comfortable life as a Prince, made to commit treason against a woman he loved, then lay that woman's flesh open again, and again, and again, every lash of his whip, hoping against hope that he might switch places with her. And there was absolutely nothing he could do about it without risking both their lives.
Ever since Heins was a child, he had had one value, one principle instilled in him- family over everything. He had only once before found himself conflicted on the issue, and that was five years ago, when Hans was returned from Arendelle, bound in irons, with reports of attempted regicide following in his wake. At first, Heins had just refused to believe it, and Hans was allowed to go free by the King and Queen. Then the rumors started, no more than whispers in the night, but they all pointed to one thing- that Hans, his youngest brother, was a traitor and a murderer. Eventually, the official reports started coming in from all over the region, naming Hans as the culprit of a plot to murder the ruling sisters in Arendelle and rule in their place.
It had been Heins who led the call for Hans' arrest. Although two of his brothers stood with him at first (Henry and Henrik), the rest of his brothers, as well as his parents, completely ostracized him. Eventually, even Henry and Henrik abandoned him, succumbing to the pressure of the King and Queen's influence. That was the real truth of why he was ambassador, not to fix the wrong done to Arendelle (although that certainly did contribute), but to get him out of the kingdom as often as he possibly could.
He began to chuckle at the irony of it all: his brother attempts to murder a queen, Heins leads the call for the arrest, then that same brother is kidnapped, forcing Heins to plot against that same queen, who it turns out he has feelings for, but is hurting her more than he could possibly comprehend… it all made his head hurt. Heins stood up and walked out of the tent, where he was met by a stiff breeze that made his coat fly out behind him, and nearly pull him over. Pulling his coat tighter around his shoulders, he began to make for Elsa's tent, to ensure that she had not succumbed to her neglectfully treated wounds. He did not have long to wait. The Dreamwalker appeared, flanked by four men wearing black, and stepped inside Elsa's tent. In moments, they reappeared, the four men now carrying Elsa on her slab between them, and the Dreamwalker following close behind. Heins assumed that the Dreamwalker was somehow suppressing her power while they traveled during the day.
Having reassured himself of Elsa's safety (funny thing for you to say, you bastard, you've nearly killed her every night this week), Heins turned and headed back to his tent to tear it down and prepare for another long day of walking. He supposed they must have already gone nearly 100 miles, and he had no idea how much further they had to go. No one had yet told him their destination.
Several hours later, the company was well on their way down the road, passing mountains, forests, and streams in one long blur. The monotonous walking gave Heins plenty of time to think.
When Hans and Heins were first taken, Heins promised himself he would do whatever it would take to get his brother home safely. He knew that whatever he had to do would not be easy, but he knew that whatever it was, he could do it for his brother. But now (to his unending shame) he was beginning to wonder how much Hans is worth. If Heins were the only one being hurt to keep Hans safe, then that would be just fine by him. But it wasn't, and it was impossible to ignore. With each strike of the whip on Elsa's flesh, his resolve weakened. And now, walking along the path, his resolve returned. Just not in the way he expected. Hans… forgive me.