Anna sat numbly on the deck of Hans' ship. It was sailing directly behind Gunther's. Within a couple hours, they docked at a castle. The crew disembarked.

She watched them go, but not really thinking about what was happening. Then she spotted her sister on Gunther's ship.

"Elsa!"

The queen's eyes lit up with recognition.

"Anna!" She created an ice bridge between the two. Clutching the belt, she ran across it into her sister's arms, "Are you okay?"

Anna nodded before her voice cracked, "It's... Hans. He's..." She couldn't even complete the sentence.
"I know," She said, "I just found out. I can't believe it, this whole time..." Elsa stopped herself, "Where's Sophia?"

Anna just started crying.

"No," Said Elsa. She hadn't gone through all this to find out- "NO!"

She jumped from the ship, running up the courtyard.

"His highness, Prince Hans of the Southern Isles," Chorused a herald. Elsa stopped, dead in her tracks. She knew it. Somewhere, deep in her heart, she knew he was alive. The beauty knew her beast still lived. Anna followed her sister, unable to stay on the ship with her beloved adopted daughter's body, "...and Princess Sophia of Arrendelle!"

Relief flooded both of them as Sophia, clad in royal robes, stepped forward. She beamed at the crowd, "Hi everybody! I'm a princess!"

Her eyes landed on Elsa and Anna, "Elsa! Anna! Come with me!"

Hans' followed her gaze. Anna was too distracted, but her sister... her sister was holding a belt in her hands, and glaring at him. She also clutched the ring Sophia had given her- proof of Westerguard blood. Proof someone would love her.

He swallowed hard. Sophia clutched his hand hard, dragging him inside.

"Come on, Uncle Hans! I want to meet everybody!"

He allowed himself to be dragged along. They were taken directly into the king's hall. Hans thought about the lack of shock on Elsa's face. She knew him better than he suspected.

"Brother!" Said King Archer with forced cheer.

Hans bowed, "The heir to the throne."

"Oh? It looks like a girl to me!"

"There are some... complications regarding her custody."

"Well, Hans I would grant it to you in light of her parents' death but-!"

"Welcome!" Cried the herald, "Queen Elsa of Arrendelle!"

The crowd grew silent as the young platinum blond beauty entered the area.

"Your majesty," She quietly greeted, bowing low.

"My apologies," Said Archer, hand over heart, "It wasn't my intention for you to run into my brother!"

Elsa smiled with equally false sweetness, clutching her sides where the belt had gone. A bruise had formed under her dress.

"I was about to take custody of little Sophia," He smiled darkly, "After all, she can't remain in the hands of a convict..."

Elsa paused. What was the right move here?

"As per our laws, Sophia must be raised by a man of the Westerguard blood. And since criminals are not to be treated like men-!"

"No!" the entire room turned to Elsa. The belt was useless without Hans to verify it. She desperately thought of a way out, any way out, "Hans isn't actually a convict."

Archer smirked, "You yourself-!"

"Misjudged him, I know. But he has not technically been tried with any crime yet."

The court held its breath silent. Elsa continued, "Has he been convicted of any crime yet? I mean, he's been dead... so, I assume no verdict was carried out. Dead men are men, after all. And convicts are not men. Hans was trying to recover his niece, correct?"

Hans met her eyes with confusion. She crossed the court to his side, "We are here together, to clear up the matter."

Archer glared, "I am... glad my little brother's... rudeness has been forgiven, but please. Sophia will be remanded into Hans' custody," He turned from her to his brother, "And he will raise her here, since he's nowhere else do go. Do you, boy?"

Hans looked down. This was the only place he would be allowed to live. Even Busby's prison was no good. And if Gunther used the Westerguard Meridian connections to keep an eye on him during the heir-seeker fiasco, then even Meridian would be off-limits.

Elsa cleared her throat, and presented the ring Sophia had given her, the proof that Sophia was heir to the throne, "Hans! ...will be coming with me."

Archer raised a brow. That ring was supposed to be given to a bride, "I'm afraid I don't follow. He's one of my subjects, and an actor of my court. He can't just leave whenever he wants, you know. He has... duties here. And fulfill those duties he will."

"Not if he was king of Arrendelle."

Gunther scoffed, "You aren't dead; he cannot be king!"

Elsa let her lip curl into a sneer. Two Westerguards had failed to kill her now, "I believe you misunderstand. I'm not here to prosecute Hans, nor to try and court custody of Sophia. I'm here," She grabbed the murderer's hand, "to announce our betrothal."

She held up the ring as proof.

Dead silence.

Hans said, "What?"

Anna said, "What?"

Archer said, "What?!"

Sophia said, "Yay!"

a.n. Apparently, I have been a bit too vague previously. I meant to say that I have completed the story and dole it out when I get reviews. Sooo... I'll upload a few. The story is done, and I just didn't like the ending. Sorry.