Okay! Here's the next update! We're coming up to the last chapters of HD,HM so hang in there! This chapter is a bit gory and angsty (okay it's very gory and angsty :P) so be warned! Here we go, hang on to your lunch folks!

When he woke, all he felt was pain. A pounding radiating from the back of his head, making him feel nauseous. He kept his eyes squeezed shut as the earliest of sun shone in his face. The cell was still cold, but it was also damp now and curiosity got the better of him as he pried his eyes open. He squinted, trying to adjust his pupils to the light in the room. He looked up and saw water dripping from the ceiling. He shifted his weight slightly, before noticing the shattered chain that once restricted his movement – and escape. It was only then, that Hans noticed the glint of metal out of the corner of his eye.

He saw the two guards, partially frozen but mostly dead. Their ice encased boots sealed to the ground, surrounding the far corner. The dead guards were gory – a shard of ice lodged in one of their necks, and the other had a thick, ragged spike straight through his torso, protruding both sides – and Hans was no doctor, but he could tell the blood seeping on the ground didn't belong to either of them. He panicked as he stood to cautiously peer behind the carnage. He saw red and mostly red – but it was the ripped blue court dress and tussles of platinum hair that made him scramble across the room. He lifted her gently, freeing her from her human cage and placed her on the stone ground in the open. He brushed his fingers against her neck, feeling no pulse, only unnatural cold – even for her. Understanding washed over him like a crushing wave, as a horrible feeling of loss nestled in his stomach. He gently pulled her into his lap, positioning her so that her head rested on his shoulder. His gaze drifted over her perfect features, noticing how abnormally peaceful she looked, even in death. As he pressed a kiss to her temple, anger built inside him and an anguished scream ripped from his throat, echoing through the empty halls. His eyes deadened as something deep inside of him snapped.

The ship leaves at dawn, he thought. Hans stood abruptly, carrying Elsa like the bride she would never get the chance to be.

"I made a promise I would get you home, my Queen," he murmured, a darkness settled deep in his voice, "I will not break it."

Sierra was the first indication that he had found the right dock and the right ship. He noticed her eyes flicker down to the form he carried in his arms, now covered in a thin cotton tarp out of respect. Sierra's fists clenched as he walked closer.

"C'mon! We've waited for you long enough," she whispered harshly – directed to Hans but her eyes were still on Elsa, "The Queen?" She asked him, already knowing the answer, tears now stinging the back of her eyes. Hans nodded and she smiled darkly. She could see the anger in him, and while she did not respect or like the prince, she could appreciate his emotions, "Well then, have I got a surprise for you."

One day had passed since the refugee ship left port – one day since the Queen of Arendelle died. Since his Queen died. He was numb – he knew that – and he knew the pain would only get worse. He was no stranger to grief – having lost his parents, fiancée and sister – and he knew it changes a person. It embitters them.

As he sauntered down to the brig, a cruel smile played upon his lips. Before yesterday, he never did realize how… twisted Sierra could be, even after knowing her for over three years. Hans had built up enough courage to tell her what happened after she had left. He told the young brunette of his hatred for his brother – his thirst for revenge. His wishes were met with an evil smirk and a wicked chuckle. He knew she was angry, but now, she was borderline insane.

"I told you when you boarded, I had a surprise for you," she caught his gaze, as his interest grew, "and I never break a promise. The once powerful King Viktor lays in our clutches, helpless to our swords. A king for a queen – I believe that's fair."

"You… you have him? Here?" Hans swallowed hard as he imagined his brother dead by his hand. It was a sweet thought for those he tormented – especially Hans.

"We saved him for you."

Viktor's prison was guarded by Sierra herself and someone else familiar. The Prince Consort of Corona, he asked himself. As the thirteenth prince of the Southern Isles stood before metal bars, Flynn Rider gave a slight nod of approval. Before she left, Sierra whispered something in Hans' ear.

"Do it for Heidi. And Elsa."

And then there were two. Two brothers separated by hatred and violence. One the tormentor, the other the oppressed. Viktor was chained and sitting - his restraints only long enough for him to stand against the hull of the ship. Hans paced in front of him, before producing a long, sharp dagger.

"Oh, how the mighty have fallen," Hans smirked before kicking his brother sharply in the gut, "Get up you coward! You have no guards to protect you know!" Viktor, still reeling from the blow to his stomach struggled to his feet.

"Little brother, are you just mad because I put down another of your whores?" the fallen king provoked. He regretted it immediately when he was pressed against the wall, a blade to his jugular.

"You will not speak of her in that way," Hans hissed, dragging the knife slowly to produce a long, shallow slice. Viktor yelped in pain, causing his younger brother to chuckle. "So many years you put me down. And so many years I put up with it. I was too scared to face you directly so I inflicted my anger and hatred on strangers. You, among all of our brothers, were the worst – the cruelest. You – brother – have taken too much from me. Now I take from you."

Screams were heard from the brig, as a corrupted king was brutally beaten by his scorned brother. When the anguished cries had stopped, everyone on the ship knew why. And when Hans stepped foot on the deck, dripping with his brother's blood, he collapsed on the wood possessed by tortured sobs. He had lost his sister, and now, he had lost the woman he loved too. His heart was empty and his fate cruel. He mourned Elsa's death, biding his time until he had to face her sister. The ship docked in Arendelle the next day. He returned to the kingdom he betrayed with their Queen in a box. His fingers brushed against the rugged pine wood.

"You're home, my love," he croaked, "You're home."

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