May: So here it is after a very looong hiatus! Or was it short? Anyway, this is another chapter. Hope that you enjoyed this as there would be revisions later on regarding certain stuff(which includes Elsa and Anna's name).

I do not own Frozen and all its associated characters within the story, I only own some of the OCs and the some of the plot.

Chapter 4

"So, you invited the Snow sisters to the party, " an auburn haired man spoke as he looked at the shaggy blond haired boy across from him. "and have come here to invite us as well."

The blond stuttered, as he no doubt was facing a member of an influential family. "Considering that they are a part of the school community."

The auburn haired man let out a scoff. "Considering? Right after the youngest had punched me in the face a few years back." he snarled.

The other was about to answer when another voice spoke.

"She wouldn't be inclined to if you hadn't insulted her sister."

The auburn haired man looked up and a smirk graced his face as he looked at the newcomer. "As if you would have fared better if it were you, Hans."

Hans let out a sigh as he strode inside the room. He then smirked back at the other. "At least I could have dodged, not unlike you, Richard."

Richard snarled and stood up quickly from his chair, glaring at his youngest brother. "Oh? Is that so?"

Hans didn't say anything and just let his eyes roam the room only to see a blond haired youth sitting on a chair across from Richard.

"What is Kristoff doing here?" he asked. Richard rarely lets anyone into their house before, only selected ones.

And the fact that Kristoff is here...well, it wouldn't bode well.

Richard looked at his brother then turned to look at his guest who was sitting awkwardly in the chair. "Ah, he's here at my behest."

Hans gritted his teeth. How dare the older treat such people like he was a prince? He could've sworn that it was to make the other feel less than he is right now.

He then looked at Kristoff. "I'm sorry you have to go through this. You can leave now if you want."

Kristoff looked at him for a moment then stood up and made his way towards the door. Before he leave, he turned to look at Hans and spoke. "I don't know what your history with the Snow sisters but...it should be better to treat them like they're part of the community."

And left.

Hans then turned to look at his brother. "In any case, Richard. Don't ever dare insult the sisters again if you don't want Anna punching you again."

The older scoffed. "What is it to you? You have never met them before in your life! You were overseas living the life while me and our brothers worked under our father!"

He looked at the older with a hard stare. "Indeed I haven't. But I have seen and heard things, Richard. More than you would ever thought possible."

The older sneered. "Say what you want to say, Hans. But you don't control my life nor anyone else's. And if I were you, don't interfere with my affairs."

Then left him standing alone in the room. His hands clenched at his sides. There will come a time that his brother would feel what it's like to be him.

For now, he will just content himself as he watched the older dig his own grave. Nothing will serve the older better but a slap on that arrogant face of his.

"Got yourself scolded again, didn't you?" Heinrik chastised as he saw Hans enter the balcony. His hair disheveled.

The younger chuckled as he shook his head. "Not really. Although..." he sighed as he leaned on the balcony railing.

"Although what?" the older inquired as he stepped closer towards the younger. "What got you worked up?" he asked.

Hans looked at him then let out a sigh as he leaned on the balcony. "I was just thinking about my dream and the Snow sisters."

The older raised an eyebrow. "Was that the 'killing of the Queen' dream?" his face then frowned. "Maybe you should consider looking into another perspective."

The younger shook his head. "How can I? Everything I do reminds me of the Queen of Arendelle. There's nothing much I can do."

"Except maybe to fix what was broken." the older mused.

Hans looked up at the older, an eyebrow raised. "Pardon?"

Heinrik let out a sigh then turned to look at his younger brother. "Dreams are messages. Maybe the dream have a message for you that you needed to fulfill."

"And what would that be?" Hans scoffed at the mere thought of dreams the bringer of messages. "You do know that I don't believe in those things."

"Believe what you will, Hans." the older told him. "But...what you're having is more than a mere illusion. It really tells a message."

"When have you become psychic?" Hans asked sarcastically. "As I remember, I didn't set an appointment with you."

Heinrik didn't retort but just fixed the glasses on his face. Then looked at the younger seriously. "Hans...do take me seriously. I'm the only one you could talk to about these dreams you're having...if you'd come to our other brothers...they would have labeled you as weak."

He then turned to walk away. Hans turned to look at him.

The older turned to look at him, a small smile on his face. "Take this as a chance to redeem yourself. Maybe, just maybe, the Queen of Arendelle would forgive you this time around."

Satisfied, Heinrik turned and walked back inside, leaving Hans alone in the balcony, the cold night air softly kissing his cheek.

"Forgiveness..." Hans mused as he looked at his hands. "Is that what it would come to at this time?"

"Can't I have another chance at redemption?" he asked as he looked up at the moon, shining against the stark night.

Unknown to him, someone was watching him from behind one of the curtains, a smile on his face as he retreated back.

Hans smiled up at the moon. His thoughts elsewhere.

Maybe Heinrik was right...it was time for him to make amends.

For a crime that had passed in time.