Welcome back.

Prologue has been done, so now were back in the time of the Movie, just a couple months after it ended.

Got a new character to introduce here so ill let you read on. Enjoy!

June 11th 1800

Arendelle.

What a sadness that he, the son of the man that had successfully elevated his family's position from one of secrecy and misery to one that could most likely overthrow one of the great monarchies of Europe should it wish it, was here. Though the hiding was still a factor in his family's life.

Mason Vane cared little though. He bore little great love for his father. Himself probably receiving less from his Father. A spiteful and disappointing excuse for a son his Father had once called him. A tame insult compared to the rest of the neglect and abuse he had to suffer from his own parent, his Fathers love and dedication being directed to Mason's far more charming and dashing elder brother, who had since gone missing.

And now, here he was. His ship approaching the harbour of the kingdom that his family had long been pitted against. At this moment, he was probably closer to the castle then his ancestors could have ever hoped for, with the exception of the Vane who lost the war, as the stories told it. A member of the Vane family who could not take a lightly armed castle even with a full invasion fleet was a tale told to all Vane children nowadays so that may never repeat the mistakes of the past and condemn their family to the ashes. Yet Mason cared not that he was approaching his Family's old enemies. In fact, in recent decades, the Kingdom of Arendelle and the Vane's had little interaction with each other, let alone conflict. The Vane's had seemed to almost forgotten their ancient pledge to destroy this Kingdom.

So as Mason's ship sailed into the harbour his mind drifted away from even a single thought of revitalising the conflict, he was here for total different reasons. Personal reasons.

"Strange to be here I guess. Eh Mason?" said George, the first mate.

"Why would that be?" Mason replied.

"Well to be next to the castle of the people your family has been at war with for centuries and you only care with finding some woman. What would your Father think?" sneered the first mate, only interested in taunting a man who had been taunted his whole life.

"No, he would not care" Mason said with a sigh. "I'm sure if my Father, the great and almighty Edward Vane, wanted to engage with Arendelle he wouldn't send the son that he said, what was it now? A waste of space and blood?" sarcastically remarked Mason, trying to remember would his dear father had said.

"A total waste of space and blood actually" chuckled George.

"Yes, thank you for that" again sighed Mason as he looked around, gazing at the town.

"Why is it you want this women then?" inquired George. Mason turned around to face the first mate, now coming to the conclusion that this man was most likely paid to keep an eye out for him. The question was, who would care so much for him that they would send someone to spy on him, the very man who had practically been disowned by his own Father and forced to resort to dealing with men who were almost pirates. Perhaps that is why George was paid, to deal with such an unsavoury character.

"Oh, she's been causing trouble. Long story I'm afraid" said Mason in an almost sad tone.

"Well you should forget about her. Since you're here maybe you should attempt an assassination on the Queen. You'd be rewarded, your Father would be pleased and maybe you would finally be able to buy this ship and finally have one to call your own." Enthusiastically suggested George.

Frowning, Mason now felt the disappointment of that George was probably not a spy. He clearly did not know enough to know that his suggestion would not be taken into consideration. It was a sad thing, Mason would have preferred George to not be an idiot and not care about trying to get Mason to splash money around on the ship, something that the first mate probably thought he would get a cut of, thanks to his position.

"You dimwit, have you not been listening? If Father wanted a war with Arendelle he would have done it already, and not sent his disappointing son to do something that any fool with a musket could do. Besides, Father is a scheming and secretive being. Judging on the lack of interest with this place it most likely he is somehow benefiting from peace with Arendelle." Mason said.

"Whatever" groaned George. "Not my business to be interfering with young Lord's happenings!" George laughed loudly, prompting a non-too pleased look from Mason.

"You know I'm no Lord. Oh why do you torment me so!" cried Mason, purposely exaggerating his words to not seem insulted. Yet idiots will be idiots, for George was only concerned with the fact that he thought he had come up with a witty comment. His remarks were not uncommon, Mason had dealt with being a disappointment and failure to the Family for many years now. He had been raised in wealth and luxury, but his adult life had been among pirates and thieves, soldiers and mercenaries and now he had reinvented his life to revolve around him. If his Father wanted him bring glory to the Vane family he would be told him so, not just interfering and manipulating those necessary to make the Vane's more powerful. But alas, he had not and now Mason was free to control his own life, perhaps now able to help his Family in his own way.

But it mattered not now. The Vane's ambitions were quiet as of late. There was no world conquering ambition of old. Now it was just maintaining their prestigious position on life. Outdated ambitions such as the destruction of Arendelle were a thing of the past judging by Edward Vane's current activity and Mason for one was glad that he and his Family were not bogged down and consumed by the wishes of his ancestors. Life was good now and by judging from the stories, the Vane's of the past believed and wanted some really crazy and weird stuff.

"There we go my Lord. Welcome to Arendelle" proclaimed a sarcastic George. "Does my Lord require assistance disembarking the vessel?" he continued, smiling sinisterly all the while.

"Whatever. Go and rent a room and get intoxicated. I'm not leaving until I find this woman" Mason said as he stepped off the ship onto the wharf. While doing so, somewhere deep down within him demanded that he feel a sense of honour by just standing here, in Arendelle. Unfortunately for that part of him, the reality was that this symbolic occasion meant little to nothing to him. What did matter was the difficulty that may arise should someone realise that he was doing such a thing. Despite the lack of attention the Vane's were paying Arendelle now, Mason knew that such a past between the two groups would never be forgotten by them. This was most likely a case shared by Arendelle as well. Mason had no desire to embarrass himself by getting caught.

Raising his hood to hide his face, he made his way towards the town in order to begin his search. Strangers gave curious looks as he strolled past them, hooded with swords rattling in their sheathes. Such almost fearful gazes were not at all surprising for Mason was well armed to say the least. On each side of his hip he bore two custom cutlass's, on his back he carried the only thing that Mason could honestly say he really cared for regarding his family, a long sword that his ancestors of old carried into battle, still being used at the dawn of the nineteenth century. Alongside the swords, he bore two knives and a total of three pistols, each proudly on display in their holsters. His current attire was also a probable factor in curious looks as well. Mason wore a navy blue and partially white coat with black trimmings. Such a coat was normally seen upon the body of a Navy officer. On this coat were buttons of a dark gold colour, made to look like the golden paint had nearly eroded off revealing a black finish. Across his chest were an assortment of dark leather straps, be it for holding pistols or grenades or anything else. On the lower half of his body he bore black trousers of a durable yet expensive quality and material. On his feet were dark boots, perfect for any physical situation. Yet what was most unusual for this day and age, and probably what most people were looking at, was the fact that placed on both arms, leaving practically none of the coat's sleeves on show, were plates of a blackened steel acting as armour. The metal was thin but strong and covered everything from wrist to upper arm to guards on his shoulders.

In terms of Mason himself however, his appearance took that of all the Vane's before him. He was a young fairly tall man of just of twenty four years of age but already he possessed the features that most of his ancestors possessed even in their old age. Dark brown hair which he had cut short and but left untidy and equally dark eyes to match. In contrast, his skin was somewhat pale, allowing his dark newly growing beard to easily stick out. Apart from these features, the other most dinstiquishing features that signalled he was a Vane was a generally strong looking appearance, most notably in the face. Mason possessed a strong jaw and higher than normal cheekbones with a strong brow to match. Oddly for a Vane though, Mason did not have a powerful, square like chin like his Father had but instead had a far rounder one to match a more oval like face. Yet with his hood, Mason hoped that such an appearance was not recognised. They could stare as much as they wanted, just as long as they left him alone to conduct his business, this being the search for a particular dangerous Woman who had been known to have arrived at Arendelle, and not yet left it.

The first order of business was to start asking the locals. The market place, being a busy place of meeting and activity would be the first place he would inquire in. Signs easily led Mason to the market square and no time was wasted in question asking. The questions were simple ones, asking them if they had seen a woman with a certain appearance, had there been any strange activity of late. Useful answers were few and far between unfortunately. If a person didn't back away from him after noticing how well armed he was, then their answer would either be "I don't know" or "I don't think so". It was only after about half an hour of repeating his questions to others when he finally decided that the commoners of Arendelle most likely cared not for anything but their everyday lives. Mason cursed the time he had wasted and decided to venture to another place, possibly a local Inn.

"Excuse me sir?" shouted a voice of authority behind him.

"Yes? Is there something wrong?" Mason said to a group of green uniformed guards in a tone of attempted joy.

"I'm going to ask you to leave this place sir. The weapons you carry are unnerving the locals" said one of the guards, an officer most like.

"Then tell them to not get unnerved." Spitefully said Mason. "I have important business and id like it if I were not bothered".

"Sir, if you do not comply with this request I'm going to have to ask you to relinquish your weapons" the officer said sternly.

"Why should I?" Mason replied, a spike of annoyance building within him.

"We are authorised to sir. We are required to keep the peace" the guard replied.

"And you think that I will break that peace?" replied an agitated Mason, narrowing his eyes and awaiting an answer that didn't come. "I am just here to find someone. Once I have that person I will get back on my ship and leave" Mason just wanted the guards gone so that he may continue his search. He had no desire for trouble as of now.

"You arrived by ship?" the officer asked in surprise. "May I see your papers?"

Mason sighed. "I don't have any papers".

"Then I'm going to have to ask you to come with us. You have illegally arrived in our peaceful kingdom and are carrying dangerous weapons" The officer said, his fellow guards slowly approaching Mason.

"Am I under arrest?" said Mason plainly. "If you want me gone I will get back on my ship"

"Which ship? That ship?" said a guard, pointing towards a ship whose sails were now directing it out of the harbour. "Damn you George. I will not forget this!" thought Mason. The man lacked honour and probably decided it would be best to abandon Mason when he learned that Mason was not in Arendelle in the name of his Family.

"Please do not resist sir" said the officer. But Mason had other ideas. He had no plans on being thrown in a cell. What if his Father found out? He would bring shame upon his family, if it were possible to bring any more upon it.

He would not kill the guards. Apart from that, it was open season and the lead officer learned this with a particularly devastating right hook.

After that, swords were drawn and shouting commenced, both by the guards and the locals. Mason, who decided he needn't use any weapons apart from his body to beat these guards back in the moment of when he first saw them, quite easily used his years of experience in unarmed combat to successfully dodge, disarm and beat the guards, even hearing the occasional bone break. The non-vital ones of course, Mason hadn't been that annoyed with them.

Though despite his quick and easy victory, he did not challenge himself into breaking some sort of unarmed combat record by fighting more of the fast approaching reinforcements. Mason was an expert climber and free runner. He quickly climbed a nearby house and began to run and jump across rooftops to evade capture. By now he had amassed quite a following, guards shouting and running to try and intercept him at a point not even Mason knew could occur. He knew the best they could do to capture was to enter a building, climb to the top floor and attempt to ascend onto the roof via climbing out of the window, without Mason kicking them down. The only other method would be to shoot him down, a fact that mason knew could occur given enough provoking from continued evasion. So because of this, once losing his human train, and descended the current building and looked for a way to look inconspicuous.

He was about to enter what seemed to be a shops back entrance when a horse nearly rode him down. But the horse was not one belonging to a guard, nor was it one of Arendelle either. Atop the fine beast was a tall and well-dressed man. His appearance was one of great beauty, a prince or Lord most likely, and he looked at Mason in a way that anymore could identify the upper classes with.

"Out of the way filth!" he shouted, seemingly insulted that he had to talk to someone he thought a commoner. "I am Price Fredrik of the Northern Isles and I have an appointment with the Queen! Get out of my way peasant!" the pompous fool said.

"Apologies your highness" Mason said with a mock bow in which the Princes ego was too high to realise.

"Humph!" the Prince replied dismissively and resumed his ride. Mason could only stare at the Prince as he rode on with his head held high, now only thinking of how much he would like to catch up with him and give him a good old backhand for speaking like he thought he was better then everyone.

Mason, despite being the son of a wealthy and powerful Lord, surprised some with his willingness to mix with the non-upper classes. Mason himself though, could not understand this. An adventuress person since childhood, he had never seen the boundaries of class, seeing them only as barriers that served as an easy method to isolate two groups of people and practically creating two races within a single species. The disgust that the Prince had just shown when he thought Mason a commoner was, in Mason's mind, a wall that prevented any sort of progress. Not social change as some campaigned for, but progress that allows a nation to grow strong for example. If a barrier is established that completely splits the people of that nation, then a leader may never use the collective power of the people to unite and become a far stronger foe to someone. By simply mingling and getting ones hands dirty, then that person may learn a lot more then someone who isolated themselves from the vast majority of the world. Mason was someone who had ripped down his social barriers long ago, and even without the support of his Father, he had become a successful and even dangerous man.

It made Mason sick as he knew this fancy Prince would probably rather kill himself then associate with any else without a mansion. It was ignorance above all that Mason despised.

While this small rage within Mason was occurring, and while Mason stood still thinking of how much the Prince was a pompous and pathetic little prick, he had totally neglected the fact that before he had the displeasure of meeting Sir ignorant, he was actually trying to evade arrest from a quite large party of Guards. It was unfortunate for Mason that this mistake finally got the better of him, as from both ends of the street came numerous Guards armed with bayoneted muskets and swords. This time, thanks to his stupidity, he had no time to climb to escape for he was already surrounded. Now while Mason was strong and skilled in the art of war, he knew victory in such a situation was slim to none. Mason's strength came more in the way of endurance and powerful but quick strikes. He was well muscled and toned, yet his over build was not so large. He was strong yet surprisingly slim, making it far better to be quick and a better climber, while still maintaining some raw muscle and strength.

"I hereby place you under arrest for crimes of assaulting the Queens guards, evading capture, carrying dangerous weapons with suspicion of ill intent…." The guard went on, and Mason's mind wandered. He knew his capture was imminent though he would not even entertain the thought of giving the guards the pleasure of listening on to his now fairly long list of crimes. "….you will await your time for a court date in a cell. Take him away!" finally finished the guard.

Mason breathed a sigh of relief. If the man continued any more in such a boring and monotone voice, then they could have shot him on the spot for all he cared. Being thrown in a cell was an alright alternative he thought.

Elsa smiled to her people as she gently walked passed them while taking a stroll in the castle courtyard. Finally, for the first time in her life the looks she received were not of fear like they had been not but a few months ago and neither were they looks of confusion and inquisition like they had been before she had exposed her powers and decided to live a very secluded life style. No, now the looks from her people were of happiness and admiration. She had finally found a life she could love. No longer did she need to stay locked up in her room, now she was free to do whatever she wanted and do it without fear, hence the reason she had decided to simply take a walk on this beautiful day, definitely a thing she would have thought unimaginable to do a few months back.

The day was sunny, calm and peaceful, a fact most noticeable without the presence of her sister. She loved Anna, probably more so than any normal siblings thanks to her bravery and dedication to help Elsa when she abandoned Arendelle to an eternal winter. Though as much as this fact was true, Elsa had to admit that today, she was relieved to be briefly spared from Anna's eccentric and almost crazy personality. She had left a few hours ago to see her boyfriend, Kristoff leave for an ice harvest, a task most would find odd in the middle of summer but thanks to Elsa's powers she had allowed the ice harvesters a harvest on a lake she had frozen. Being a chief export of Arendelle, and one normally restricted to annual seasonal activity, Elsa could not pass on the opportunity to increase this trade. If she were to have such powers, then at least some good would be made from them.

So now, until Anna returned, Elsa was content in her peace and quiet, that was until a chorus of shouting made its presence known from the bridge into the castle. Elsa looked into what such a commotion was about and noticed a group of guards trying to restrain an oddly dressed man who despite his current predicament, seemed relatively pleased with himself.

"I bet your so proud of yourself, eh lads? Needing four of you to restrain me. Your guards, not children!" the man said.

"Shut it!" replied a guard, pushing the man who only was relieving in the fact that what he was saying was true, for every time the guards tried to fully control the man, he simply moved in a way that led him to wiggle free of his captors and even land a blow on a guard that, while not really harmed them, made them think twice before attempting the same mistake twice.

Yet despite this, the man made no serious attempt to escape. Perhaps entering a pose that made his looked like he was going to in order to provoke a reaction but that being the limit. Elsa thought that, given a real reason, this man probably could wrestle free of the guards. This combined with the fact his current attire was oddly militaristic, Elsa wondered of what had gotten him into this mess.

"Excuse me gentlemen?" she inquired walking up to the guards.

"Your Majesty!" said a guard in surprise not currently holding the man.

"May I inquire into the reason of this man's arrest?" she asked politely.

"Of course my Queen. This man has been accused of assault on a group of guards with suspicion of using his weapons with deadly intent, as well as resisting arrest" the guard said removing the man's hood, revealing relatively handsome looking, and dark haired man. His appearance was not of a Princes handsomeness, more in the way a wild and adventuress type. The small scars dotted around his face certainly confirmed this.

"Brutality I call it." Said the man. "How you fools become keepers of the peace I will never know" he smiled, staring at the guard who had spoken to Elsa, himself now slowly pulling out a small baton.

"That won't be necessary sir." Elsa regally said to the guard, raising her hand. She looked back to the man, his face still smiling. "Who are you? Why did you feel the need to do what these guards said you did?" she asked, acting as professionally as she could. She was a Queen, and one who had no desire to be unfair to others.

The man did not answer. He dark eyes fixed themselves on Elsa, a look that Elsa knew was currently judging Elsa, for what reason though, was not so clear.

"Answer the Queen scoundrel!" shouted the guard, apparently insulted in the lack of the man's reply, striking the man's back with his baton. Elsa knew her people to be loyal, but there was a limit. The man had chosen to not reply and while rude, was not an act deserved with violence.

"Enough sir!" Elsa said sternly.

"Thank you your majesty" the man said, a tone of possible fake gratitude in his voice.

Elsa then awaited to see if the man would actually answer her previous question, to no avail. Though the man did see that she was awaiting some sort of response and took the queue to speak. "Say your majesty, there are many tales of you. I wouldn't suppose any of them are true?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

Elsa exchanged a glance with the guard she had been speaking to, nodding to indicate free speech was acceptable. "I don't know. What tales may they be?" she replied.

"I don't know either. Which tales do you think I'm referring to?" the mas asked, a sly smile adding to his inquisitive look.

Elsa did not reply immediately. It was obvious that this man was not just another common criminal, his armed forces officer like attire showed this without him even speaking. It was obvious this man was trying to be cunning. Elsa concluded she would play his game.

"I don't know either sir. But I know you know" Elsa said with a smirk prompting a larger smile on the face of the man.

"She's a good one this one" the man said smiling and looking at his captors. "What I speak of are tales of a power that you have. Do the tales do you justice?" he asked.

Elsa widened her eyes and smiled at the man. Now practically admitting he was not of Arendelle, the Queen had now finally reached the point in which she knew was coming. She had been quite liberal with the use of her powers and it was only a matter of time until such knowledge spread to other lands. "I may or may not Sir. Is there a reason you are so curious?"

To anyone with a brain such a comment would not have fooled them, hence the reason the man now looked like he had received his truth, though Elsa cared not. She wasn't trying to hide the fact she had powers anymore.

"Interesting…" the man nodded.

"Why so?" Elsa asked.

"No reason." The man replied quickly, leaving a moment of silence between the two." You seem to be a nice person your Majesty." The Queen bowed her head in gratitude. At least the man had manners. "You possess great beauty and from what I hear, you are a good and benevolent leader" again she bowed her head, smiling. "So I don't suppose you would mind getting these handcuffs off me and letting me go?" the man said with a charming smile.

If flattery was his attempt to escape then he had severely misjudged Elsa's character. She, despite appreciating the man's words, would not be fooled so easily. "You wish for me to pardon you and set you free?" Elsa asked with a raised eyebrow.

"That is what I ask." The man replied simply. "Then we can go to your room and have some fun. Never done it with a Queen before."

Elsa eyes widened in shock. She did not suspect such words, but it appeared he hadn't finished. "Come on! Unless you want to do it here. Either ways fine by me. We can pretend this courtyard is a meadow and you are the field while I am the plough!" he said with a sinister smile.

At first, the guards didn't know what to do, given such an unexpected and ungodly rude comment. Their surprised and shocked faces shot towards the Queen in a state of cluelessness. It was a mind-set shared with Elsa herself. Relationships and romance was a thing Elsa was not well accustomed to, her younger sister being the "expert" in it. Such a fact only added salt in the wound that was the downright disrespectfully filthy comment the man had said. And to a Queen no less! He could have said it to any self-respecting woman, regardless of class and still have received serious consequences. But this man did not care for his free tongue, he simply smiled as if he was actually awaiting a serious answer.

"How- how dare you sir!" Elsa said, still in shock. "I try and be fair and kind to you despite your crimes and now you repay me with that filth? How dare you!"

"Eh, just putting in forward. If you change your mind don't hesitate in telling me" this was the last straw in which the guards knew such a lack of respect should come to an end. The guard with a baton again struck the man, ordering that he been taken away immediately, an order that given the circumstances and disrespect, the other guards were only too happy to comply with. They practically dragged the man before any more words could be spoke.

"I-I don't know what to say your Majesty." Said the lead guard, still as in as much shock as Elsa was. "I must apologise. I should have not let him spoke to you." He said, seemingly ashamed.

"It…..it was not your fault sir. I was the first to speak. If it wouldn't be much trouble I would like you to search the town for clues of his background. His name, his home, anything" Elsa said without emotion, not really sure how to react to such an event.

"Of course" said the guard, trying to sound as respectful as possible. "It is said he arrived by ship, I will investigate the docks" he said as he left post haste, leaving Elsa just stood there, somewhat dumbfounded, curious citizens left wondering what had just conspired.

The man had been relatively nice, even charming originally and just like that, such a change in character. Elsa shuddered at the fact that were she not a Queen, and he not in chains, then what would most likely happen then. Elsa did not originally think the man one that couldn't care less for the shame and pain he would inflect upon her if he tried to get what he just asked for with force.

"Elsa!" echoed a voce behind her. She turned around to see Anna running towards her, now finally back from seeing Kristoff off. "Did you see that man the guards were taking away?" she said happily, giggling a little. "Wasn't he just so hot? Do you know what he did wrong? Are they taking him to the prison? Why is it always the bad guys that look so good?" Anna rapidly shot out, obviously ignorant to the events that just transpired.

"Not now Anna" Elsa sighed, walking back to the castle to rethink what had just happened, her previously happy day now somewhat stained by the arrival of this man.

Another chapter done!

Perhaps a bit long, but I needed it to be in order for some more world building and introducing a new main character. Future chapters will have more plot.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter and wait for future updates. We will see what Mason actually means to the plot soon enough.

Apart from that, thanks for reading and a review, even this early, would be so appreciated.

Thank you.

P.S- If you were wondering, the look of Mason, in regards to clothes etc, not face, was based on Edward Kenway from AC and I changed and added little things.