Prince Hans of the Southern Isles couldn't be happier. Though Elsa's witch-like powers could have been a setback in his plan, it seemed like they could turn out to benefit it. The only problem was Anna running after her. But she would come back, hopefully without Elsa, and then they would be married.
He could be King by tomorrow.
Looking around at the confused and dumbfounded citizens of Arendelle, Hans caught a familiar face in the crowd. His eyes scanned back over the dark sideburns and...
No. Flynn Rider? What was he doing here? He held a young woman in his arms, but that was no surprise. Both himself and Rider had always been quite the ladies' men. He must have found out he was going to be at the coronation, stole some noble's clothes, and had been following him at a distance, hoping for revenge. Yes, that must have been it.
But how had he escaped from a death sentence several years ago in the first place?
Hans quickly turned his head as Rider looked in his direction, the wheels in his head turning. Well, perhaps it was time to teach Rider another lesson. But this time, it would be permanent.
"What a day this turned out to be," Eugene sighed as he collapsed onto the bed.
"At least we got a place to stay." Rapunzel sat on the edge of the bed and gazed out the frosted window of the inn with a shiver.
"I knew we should've packed our winter clothes."
Rapunzel smiled and narrowed her eyes at him. "You're the one who told me not to bring the coats!"
"But you're the one who listened to me."
As another tremor ran down her spine, Rapunzel slid under the blankets of the bed, curling herself into a ball.
"I think I'm done with coronations," Eugene continued. "Next time, we'll just send them some flowers and chocolate or something."
Rapunzel elbowed his ribs. "Eugene."
"All I'm saying is, every time we go somewhere trouble always manages to find us."
"You mean you always manage to find trouble."
"Me? Trouble? Where have you been for the past three years, blondie? I've been a saint." He blew out the lantern on the table next to him and settled back down into bed again, shifting closer to Rapunzel and placing a soft kiss on her forehead. "Goodnight, Rapunzel."
"Goodnight, Eugene."
There was a long silence before Eugene muttered with a smile clear in his voice, "Don't let the frostbite bite."