Hans closed his eyes, feeling the wind whistle through his hair. The short auburn locks flew wildly around his head, but he paid them no heed.
Below him, people were beginning to shout.
"Traitor!" a woman screamed.
"Bastard!" some man shouted.
Hans' eyes snapped open. "Now, now. That is not a very kind word, is it?"
The other angry villagers' shouts drowned out the man's response.
Hans glared at all of them, annoyed as heck. He'd been stood up on some wooden crates and tied to a wooden pole while the townspeople shouted and threw rocks at him. Clearly they hadn't forgotten him.
The only reason he'd ended up like this was that he'd decided to push his luck. He'd come out during the day and payed the price. Now after a week of harassing the citizens of Arendelle, they'd caught him.
Now if only they'd figure out what they wanted to do with him.
Some wanted to turn him in to the queen. Others thought it would be a good idea to throw burning sticks at him. Then there were those that thought his older brothers should come teach him a lesson.
The prince began to struggle against the ropes around his waist, shoulders, and legs. Man, they sure do know how to tie knots around here... Groaning in frustration, he banged his head against the pole.
No one had even noticed how ruggedly handsome he looked! He'd left a little stubble on his jaw when that idiotic guard helped rescue him, and cut his hair while still leaving it messy.
I almost wish they would kill me... Then I wouldn't have to listen to their boring squabbling. Hans sighed quietly, gazing at the villagers around him.
