After days and days worrying about this chapter, it's finally posted. Yay! I've been gone for a while since I had lots of projects to do and catch up to. But today, I found some time planning for this story. So without further ado, I'll let you readers read this awaited chapter.

Oh, I almot forgot to ask. Dear readers, do you know anyone who can make a story cover for this story? Or if you know how to make one? Please make me one. I admit I'm not an artistic one when it comes to drawings or arts. But please do me a favor. I really am need of a picture that will serve as a cover.

Disclaimer: I do not own Frozen or the plot of The Proposal or anything that you are familiar with. They belong to their rightful yet wonderful owners.


The Proposal

Chapter Six - Arriving in Hoy

The Queen and the Prince were in the docks early that morning, with people rushing in and out of the boat for the supplies and luggages. The sun hasn't risen yet, but Elsa could see that it's on the horizon, peeking a little. She smiled and Hans, noticing this, cleared his throat, getting her attention from the magnificent view.

She turned to him curiously. "Yes, Hans?"

"Uh... Er, I-I... You..." What do I have to say? he thought. There's nothing to say. "What are you, ah, looking at?" he asked, squinting.

"Oh," It completely took her by surprise. She thought he was going to ask about yesterday, but he didn't. "The sunrise."

"Beautiful, isn't it?" he asked, smiling. He didn't mean the sunrise, it was her. Though, he completely went overboard, there was still a little pride in him.

The Queen let out a tinkling laugh, and stared at the horizon again. "It is."

"That's not what I meant," he said without thinking. Realizing what he blurted out, he blushed and looked at his feet.

"Then what, pray tell, do you mean?" she asked, trying not to burst out laughing. She noticed that Hans shifted awkwardly and flushed even deeper - it that is even possible.

"You." One word, one syllable. Yet it has a great effect on the Snow Queen. She blushed a bit, and let out a nervous laugh.

"Oh, Hans... Really, you shouldn't flatter me but... thank you," she said softly, crossing her arms, a small smile on her lightly-painted lips and her cheeks a tinge with pink.

Hans looked up, shaking his head, still a bit embarrassed. "It's nothing but..." he paused, looking for the right words. "But there's something I've been meaning to as-"

"Your Majesty, Your Higness!" a servant came running towards them. He bowed. "The boat is ready. Are there other things you need?"

Elsa shook her head. "Nothing. We will be on the boat in one moment." She dismissed the servant with a wave of her hand. "What were you saying, Hans?"

"Hm? Oh, it's nothing! Hehe..."

She pursed her lips before linking her arm with his. "Come on. Boat's ready. We can't make them wait for us."

Hans let out a small chuckle. "Indeed." Then, they walked side by side on their way to the boat. When the anchor was raised, Elsa rested her chin on her hand, staring at Arandelle, with Hans dutifully at her side.

"I'm going to miss Arandelle."

"Who wouldn't?" he asked, staring at the magnificent kingdom. "Arandelle is my second home."

Elsa laughed in agreement. "Of course it is," she said softly, pushing the thoughts about yesterday out of her head. "Now, come on! There's a delicious breakfast coming right up!" Hans laughed as Elsa pulled him along.


Three days has passed, and they were still at the sea. It was nighttime, the sky was full of bright stars. Everyone was asleep, except Elsa. The Queen was in her nightgown, and her hair out of her bun. She raised a hand at the sky, smiling to herself.

"What's making the Queen fully awake at the time like this?"

She jumped upon hearing the voice, and turned around. She saw Hans in his nightclothes, his hair a mess. He sat down next to her, and the two enjoyed each other's company.

"I should be asking you the same thing, Hans," she said softly, hugging her knees to her chest.

"Only if you answer my question."

"Very well," she said, glancing at him. "The sky's awake, so I am awake."

A smile made it's way slowly on his thin lips, his hand resting on his forehead. "I just couldn't sleep. Something's been bugging me for a while now."

"What is it?" Elsa asked, staring at her companion, worry clouding her icy blue eyes.

Hans shook his head. "There's nothing to worry, Elsa," he said softly. "It's just... I'm going to see my family again. I never seen them since..." he gulped, hesitating. "I went to Arandelle for your Coronation."

Then it hit her. Of course, she thought. She remembered that Hans had twelve older brothers. "It's no big deal seeing your family again, right?"

He looked away and Elsa felt guilty for what she said. There was an uncomfortable silence until Hans spoke up. "They heard the news two years ago, I'm sure. They were right all along," he whispered, a trickle of tear fell from his eye. Elsa was sympathetic, yet confused. What made them right all along? What he said next made her stomach lurched in terror and sadness.

"I'm a monster."

Elsa quickly faced Hans and cupped his face both in her hands, her cool skin touching him. "You are not a monster," she scolded him lightly, wiping away the tears that threatened to fall from his eyes. "Hans... you aren't."

He nodded quietly. She opened her arms wide for him and he welcomed her embrace, without hesitation. How can someone so cold be so surprisingly on fire? Elsa ruffled his soft auburn hair, humming the national anthem of Arandelle. He chuckled, amused at her choice of song.

"Any better song in your mind, Hans?" she asked, her voice laced with sarcasm but with a teasing smile. He pulled away from her and coughed.

"Nothing in my mind, Your Majesty. But I suggest we should retire to our quarters. We will be in the Southern Isles first thing in the morning." he said, standing up and offering his hand to her.

She took it and brushed some dust on her nightgown. "I suppose. Good night, Hans." she curtsied.

He bowed. "Good night, Elsa."


"Aye, anchor's down! We reached our destination, bless the wee sea!"

Hans groaned as he watched, once again, sailors rushing everywhere. Southern Isles, his home, still looked the same. The warm, summer atmosphere. My father must be doing good job handling the kingdom, he thought. Elsa stood beside him, hands clasped around his right arm. "Ready?"

She beamed. "Ready as I'll ever be," she said before breathing in deeply. He took this as a signal, and he led her out of the boat, out of the docks, where a carriage was waiting for them. Hans opened the door for Elsa, and their journey to Hoy was a very long one.


"Prince Hans? Queen Elsa?" the chauffeur called.

It was Elsa who answered. "Yes?" She had been sleeping, and she blinked several times to get her eyes used to the darkness. It was probably around dinner when they arrived at the ancestral House of the Westerguards. She saw Hans sleeping soundly across from her.

"We have arrived," the chauffeur said, opening the carriage door. "Welcome to the ancestral House of the Westerguards, located in Hoy."

"I see. Thank you, good sir." she said, handing him a small pouch of gold.

"No, thank you, My Queen. I will be dropping off the luggages at the main hall," he said, bowing before wobbling away.

She turned to the sleeping Hans and shook him lightly. "Hans!" she whispered. "Psst, Hans!"

He groaned. "Not now, Mother," he said groggily. "It's still early."

"Hans," she said softly, still shaking him. "It's Elsa? Come on, wake up. We finally arrived. Wake up."

His eyes fluttered open, and she was now staring at those emerald green eyes of his. She found herself admiring them, but she had to stop. Now's not the time. "Oh, sleepy head. Get up, we couldn't keep everyone waiting."

Hans chuckled sleepily. "No one's expecting us, Elsa."

Elsa blinked. She turned away, hiding her own embarrassment. "Well, let's get a move on. It's dinner time and I'm quite hungry. And it will probably take us long, since I have to meet the King and the Queen."

"I suppose," he said, fixing his suit. "But we're here for Mother's sixty-fifth* birthday, and for solving that issue we had back in Arandelle." Elsa pursed her lips, both hands on her hips, studying him. "What?"

She fixed his purple cravat and tucked it inside his suit. "Looks better," she mumbled before standing beside him. They started walking slowly towards the doors. She looked beautiful as always. But something's missing. Her gloves!

"Elsa?"

"Hm, Hans?"

He touched her hand, which was resting on his arm. "Where are your gloves?"

"I don't need it," she said calmly, staring ahead. They were fast approaching the Westerguard House.

"But-"

Elsa stopped him by placing her other hand on top of his. "You're here. I trust you," she smiled.

And for the first time in forever, coming back to his homeland didn't scared him anymore.

End of Chapter Six.


*A minor change. As you can recall, on Chapter Four, Elsa told the Duke that they are going to Hoy to celebrate Queen Sabel's fiftieth birthday. While planning the names and ages of Hans' twelve older brothers, it seems that fifty is not an age enough to raise thirteen children. I made her a bit older so there will be no harm done.

A/N: Hans's twelve older brothers will be introduced on the next chapter so stay tuned. Please do continue to support The Proposal. xx