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"Prince Hans of the Southern Isles!" A small old gentlemen angrily pouts in front of Hans, "I demand to have Queen Elsa executed at once. She is a danger to us all. We should deal with her once and for all while we have the chance!"
Hans runs his gloved hand through his hair, sometimes he wishes Anna hadn't left him in charge, "What has she done? She's of no harm anymore. Princess Anna, when she returns will have Queen Elsa melt the snow and everything will be back to normal."
"Princess Anna could be dead for all we know!" The Duke of Wesleton smiles as he stirs emotions deep within Hans.
"How dare you insinuate something as terrible as death! I'm sure Princess Anna will be returning any day now," Hans turns in a huff, satisfied with his beratement of the duke. How dare he even suggest Anna was hurt.
"Excuse me, Prince," A squeaky voice from behind the towering men pops out like a mouse, "dinner is ready, perhaps eating will settle your minds?"
Hans snorts, "It'd be nicer if we could invite the Queen up into her own dining quarters," he raises his voice so that the advisers around him can hear him, "apparently she's too dangerous to even eat!"
The rich nobles raise their brows at the young prince's outbursts as he somewhat childishly storms off to the large dining hall, fed up with all their silly accusations and interpretations of logic. The Duke simply chuckles cruelly, causing Hans to stop in his tracks.
"Perhaps you love, Queen Elsa."
A heavy blush rises to Hans's cheeks as he freezes. He didn't love Queen Elsa... he respected her... The eyes of the nobles lay intently on the spectacle. His head shakes, slowly coming to terms with ignoring the silly provocation. He loved Anna. Anna.
His head swings with slight confusion as he continues on his regular path to the wafting smell of food. Little had he heard the pizzicato tiptoeing of a conniving troll set out to change the course of his life. Bulda snickers to herself, hiding carefully next to the looming statue of an armored knight.
So this was Prince Hans... the man who was taking Anna away from Kristoff. He didn't seem so great... what else could be going on in that big head of hair of his?
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