Hans slept well into the next day. He was awoken by a knock at the door. Two large trunks were there, one a head shorter than he was, and the other came up to his waist.
The captain sighed longing for a simpler life. Or, at least, a life simpler than this. There was a knock on the wood of the bigger one.
"Don't forget, we have to stay quiet, Sophia."
"What was that, Anna?!"
"I said, we have to stay quiet!"
"...why?"
"...uh, 'cause Elsa said so!"
"Ha! Told you Elsa was the boss of you!"
"Elsa's like the boss of everybody!"
"Is she the boss of the guy standing in front of us?"
"...uh."
"Enough!" Barked Hans, "Do you two have no idea how this works?!"
He was expecting them to catch on. He was expecting silence. He was disappointed.
"What?!"
"I think he asked us if we knew how to play the game!"
"OH!" Pause, "What game!?"
Hans pushed them both over with a thud (eliciting a double 'ow') and started dragging the pair to the shore. Of course, Elsa had found his ship, and told his crew where to pick him, and his special packages, up.
"Capin'!"
Hans grumbled, "Take extra-careful care of these, okay?" His crewman nodded, but the not-dead convict insisted, "Exra-extra-careful care! Understood?"
"Yessir!"
Hans pouted, and sat on the deck. He made way for the Southern Isles. His niece was going to be recognized by the state, then... what?
He hoped Elsa had a plan, one that wouldn't lead to another stalemate.