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"This is Hjalmerr." Hans gestured to his eldest brother, a robust bearded redheaded man that towered over both of them.

He bowed deeply. " Your grace."

Beside him was a waifish slip of a woman, whose white blonde hair was pulled back into a bun so tight it looked painful. Other than that, she had a kind face and faint laugh lines.

"I am Sofia, your grace. These are our daughters. Katja," Sofia curtsied low, and her daughter followed suit almost exactly, she gestured to a plump but cheery looking sixteen year old with golden curls, "and Rosa." She laid a hand on the top of the younger child's flaming red hair when she did not curtsy.

Elsa curtsied carefully in response. "It is nice to meet you both."

"Nice, hm? Little brother, you shouldn't have lied to her." Hjalmerr looked to Hans with a jovial grin.

His wife placed a hand on his, and spoke almost warningly. "Helmi, be kind to him!"

"My love, I was only kidding, he knows that." He pressed his fingers over Sofia's with his free hand. "Right, brother?"

Hans looked as if he did not appreciate the joke but was trying to pretend he did. "Of course. Of course. My apologies, Elsa. My brothers will find any reason to tease me endlessly." He guided her down the line.

"Next is Karstjen." The man in question was a stern tanned man, who looked as if he never smiled. He had dark auburn hair slicked back to reveal his severe widows peak and flinty eyes. Elsa found herself wondering if he had killed anyone, and if he could be trusted. Karstjen bowed low with military precision. "My queen, my sword is yours for as long as you are a part of this family."

She still wasn't sure how much to trust him, but the words put her at ease. Hans, not so much. Not saying a word, he led her down the line.

"Magne." Hans said, to both Elsa and his blonde unshaven brother who was distracted, looking about him, as if to pretend he wasn't even there. "The less said about him, the better."

"And you're one to talk, boy!" Magne leaned in to meet Elsa's eyes, peering into hers with his bloodshot black ones. "I don't doubt he forced you into this." He smelled unwashed, like cheap liquor. Elsa stared back, unwilling to speak. The drunkard cleared his throat noisily with a disgusting sound, right in her face. "My baby brother is a shifty one."

"Quiet, Magne. Do you think to get her to trust you, so she can have a swift tumble down the stairs like your wife?" Hans hand clenched into a fist at the Queen's back. Magne glared at his youngest brother.

There was a space between Magne and Hans' next brother that was, presumably, supposed to be filled by another person.

"Where is Lewo?" His eyes narrowed, glancing around. The coward was never where he was supposed to be.

One of the guards spoke up. "Prince Lewo has not been seen since this morning, my liege."

Hans sighed. "Blasted craven. Introduction to him will have to wait."

Oskar was next. He was a well-built redhead with a brilliant smile and long hair. Hans hated him the most. He had regaled her with a flourish and a bow, and Elsa found herself trusting him easily. He had a relaxed way about him that was easy to like. "Your grace." Oskar kissed her hand for a long moment, and Elsa's face grew warm.

"Enough." Hans ground out, sounding almost jealous as he placed both hands on either side of her shoulders and moved her along to the next man.

"This is Niklaus." Hans' expression was impassive, but his time of voice revealed a kind of respect.

"Minister Niklaus, please. And you'll forgive me for not bowing." Hans' white haired brother, who wore the white collar of a priest, placed a hand to his own thigh, which looked withered within its pant leg.

"A bad leg." His weathered face seemed to be prematurely aged, as if he had witnessed and withstood countless horrors at the hands of his family, which could have been why Hans sounded so reverent of him.

Elsa curtsied out of respect.

"Osvald and Rejner." Hans held his hand out to gesture to both of them, his tone mildly disgusted. Osvald looked like a younger, less miserable, Niklaus, though with a scar across his face that looked quite old.

"He's his twin," Hans explained, "and the bane of my existence."

Osvald winked to Elsa, instead of bowing, and smirked, feigning seriousness but it came off as sarcasm. "I love you too, baby brother."

Rejner, who was a blonde, was too busy making kissy faces to his statuesque, if appearing to be emotionless, dark skinned wife to even look at Elsa and Hans.

"He was married not too long ago."

She swallowed hard, hoping he wouldn't expect her to respond to that kind of thing.

"And finally, Stanislaw, Tjalff, and Vendel." Stanislaw had dark hair coiffed into a pompadour, and stood stiffly. "Your majesty."

Vendel bowed very low to the ground, his white hair in a thin braid down his neck, before looking up at Elsa with red eyes. She had never seen anything like that before, but offered her hand to him. "My queen." He clasped her hand in both of his, milky skin remarkably warm. His hands were sweaty.

While that was happening, Hans looked around. "Tjalff is missing too? Did they all run to a brothel?" He sounded more annoyed than anything else.

Elsa silently counted his brothers. He had said he had twelve. She only counted eleven, including the ones who had vanished. "Shouldn't there be twelve?"

"Thirteen, actually. Not counting me." Hans looked down the line. "There's Diederik and Meinhard. Diederik died when I was a baby, and I've never met Meinhard. He ran away from home after Diederik.."

Elsa watched his expression. "Oh."

"I never knew either of them so it doesn't matter."

"They're still your family."

Hans shook his head. "How can I consider them family if I'd never met them? Meinhard doesn't want any thing to do with us."


Jekaterina had gone unseen the entire rest of the day until just after nightfall. Hans had walked in on her washing her hands free of blood. She was licking it off like a cat.

His own blood ran cold at the sight as he stopped short. "Whose blood is that?"

The dowager gave him a cryptic smile. "You have two less brothers now."

Hans felt weak for a moment, staring at the blood on her hands. "Mother..."

"They will never pretend they cannot see you ever again."

His mouth ran dry. He realized then where Tjalff and Lewo were.

Jekaterina stared at him, seething, her face white and nostrils flaring. "Ungrateful!" She wrenched the blade beside her at his feet where it skittered to a stop beneath his boot.

"How could you kill Lewo and Tjalff?! They weren't hurting anyone. Those weren't even the ones who would tease me about that!" He could still remember it. Tjalff would be teased as well, for his white hair and red eyes. Tjalff was the one who insisted he could always see him, even when all his other brothers pretended not to be able to. And Lewo was just a coward and went along with everyone else, but he never outright said anything mean to him.

Hans let out an anguished cry and covered his face. "I didn't want my brothers to be killed!"

"Just your bride then, hm?" Jekaterina slipped past him, placing her hands on his cheeks to lift his face. "You had no trouble when it was the Queen of Arrendelle you were going to murder, my son."

Hans flinched from her gaze at first, before slowly raising his green eyes to meet her gray ones. "I regret that. You know I do." He tried to turn away from her again, but she held him tight. "I'm not built for murder."

"Coward." Jekaterina hissed, fingernails digging into the smooth flesh of his face. "Are you really less than I?"

Hans lowered his gaze. "I guess I am."


Anna was the one to come across the bodies first.

She screamed loud enough to be heard through the entire castle, and Kristoff came running. She was sobbing, as he cupped her face in his hands, kissing her forehead and cheeks.

"It's okay.. They're not going to hurt you." Kristoff stroked her cheek, wiping her tears. All while side eyeing the corpses, which had been stacked like firewood in an armoire. They had tumbled out when Anna was fetching a blanket for Gunter and she obviously screamed to bring the house down.

Anna, still trembling, looked up at her husband with wide eyes. "Get Elsa."

"You're coming with me then. I don't want you alone with these." Kristoff held her close as they went to find the Queen.

"Elsa!" Anna called out as soon as they approached her, running to her sister and hugging her tight. "There's bodies. They fell out of the cabinet."

Elsa looked her over. "Are you hurt?"

"N-no! I-I think someone killed them."

Someone. The unspoken name between them that meant Hans. It had to be him, no one else would go that far.