"Ah, your Majesty. I see you're awake. It would be an honor to humbly welcome you to The Southern Isles."
"Hans," she breathed, contempt dripping from her tone, "What is the meaning of this? How am I here? Why have you brought me here?" She screeched, letting her anger run loose as frost painted the ground in a circle around her feet.
"Queen Elsa, calm down. The questions you ask are ones I cannot answer, for I too am a prisoner," he smiled condescendingly gesturing to the chain around his ankle.
"Do not disrespect me you… bilge rat! After everything you have done to me and my sister, I'm surprised you can even look me in the eye! Let alone foul the air with the patronizing screech of your voice!" Elsa's chest heaved as her fury turned to hatred and she lunged toward her cell mate. Hans grabbed her forearms before she could inflict any damage. For a moment, he marveled at himself for subduing the mighty Ice Queen just by restraining her arms. That was before, of course, a smirk tugged at her lips as she pressed her hands to the prince's chest. The freezing sensation resonated through his torso; feeling like hundreds of daggers had pierced his skin causing him to gasp in pain and release his hold on Elsa. Hans continued to stumble backwards, inadvertently sitting down on his stone bed, drawing in forced, ragged breathes.
"You're over-confidence is your weakness, Hans," Elsa snickered, savoring the small victory, "You never expect someone to challenge you." The former prince sneered up at her glowing silhouette, hatred evident in his eyes. He chuckled,
"I only need to fail once, before I learn how to truly succeed against any opponent."
"A true shame you might not get that chance," Elsa mocked – sticking her bottom lip out for emphasis. Before Hans could retaliate, the heavy dungeon door opened loudly, as three men stepped into view. Two were obviously guards, but the third, he looked… royal.
"King Viktor of the Southern Isles!" One guard proclaimed while mirroring the movement of the other by turning on heel to face the king's side. Viktor looked hard at Elsa while stroking his red goatee. A loathsome smile crossed his face as he began to speak,
"Queen Elsa of Arendelle – it truly is an honor to have you as our guest here in the Isles. I hope your stay so far is… satisfactory?" Elsa had already realized that if a man were related in any such way to Hans, he would be – at best – obnoxious. But vile? This vile? She didn't think it was humanly possible. Nevertheless, she acted accordingly.
"I have not been conscious for 20 minutes and I have already found the company to be less and adequate," she gestured towards Hans – who was sulking in the dark corner of the cell, chortling occasionally at the blatant sarcasm, "Is there anyway a guest of my stature could obtain more pleasant companions?"
"Your Grace, I'm afraid my little brother is the best we can do."
"Why am I here?" Elsa spat, finally tired of the juvenile banter.
"You are our guest. I thought I al-," Elsa cut him off.
"Enough! Enough with the games! I want answers and I want to return to my kingdom!"
"All in due time, Queen Elsa," Viktor snickered, starting to leave, "Oh and Hans, do try to be a gentleman. I'd hate to separate you two." The second the door slammed, Hans pushed himself off of the stone wall, arms crossed over his chest.
"And now you've met my brother," he said dryly.
"What a disgraceful waste of air. The oldest I presume?"
"Nay, my Queen, Second to oldest. Viktor offed Thomas two years before your coronation."
"So it runs in the blood. Doing anything for ultimate power," Elsa sighed, as she sat down on her hard cot.
"Kristoff!" Anna screamed as she ran into her fiancé's arms. Tears stained her face as she was borderline hysterical, "Kristoff, I don't know what to do!"
"Anna, calm down. What happened? What are you so upset about?" Kristoff soothed. Anna looked into the scruffy ice harvester's face before she buried her own in his shoulder.
"I-it's Elsa," she said through muffled sobs, "She's been kidnapped."