"Where is that fool of a son of mine?" King Donovan demanded of his eldest son.

"You mean that pipsqueak who disgraced us all several years ago at the coronation of Queen Elsa?" Devon (King Donovan's eldest son) grinned cheekily.

"Yes, I mean that one!" King Donovan practically yelled, standing up and resting his hands on his desk.

Devon's smile faded slightly at his father's tone of voice. "I believe he is in his office," Devon said. "Though what he does there is beyond me." He tried, unsuccessfully, to hide a smirk. "Nobody wants to talk to him or see him anyways."

"Well, go get him," King Donovan ordered, pointing at the door.

"Yes sir, father," Devon said stiffly. He left his father's office as quickly as her dared. Father was upset about something though Devon wasn't sure about what as his father did not see fit to inform him.

"Your Highness, there is someone here to see you," the secretary said nervously as she came in.

"Who is it?" Hans asked.

"He made me swear not to tell you who he was," the secretary said.

"Well, what does he want?" Hans asked impatiently.

"He didn't say. He would only say it's urgent. His exact words were, 'He'll have to see me if he wants to know what my business is'," the secretary said.

Hans surveyed his office. Everything was where it was supposed to be, except for the shattered vase he had thrown in a fit of anger a couple of days ago. "Oh very well then, send him in," Hans said. "And then clean up that vase," he added.

"Yes, Your Highness," the secretary responded. She let the man in and then grabbed a broom and a dustpan to sweep up the smaller shards after she picked up the bigger ones.

Prince Hans briefly glared at the man as he entered before he spoke. "Well, if it isn't Crown Prince Devon," he said mockingly. "I might have known it was you," he growled.

"Hello, little brother," Crown Prince Devon said cheerfully.

"State your business and leave. I have things to take care of," Prince Hans growled.

"Oh," Devon sighed. "And here I was hoping we could have a nice brotherly chat but it appears that you are rather busy," he said dolefully.

"I don't appreciate brotherly chats," Hans stated. "Now what do you want?"

"Father wants to see you," Devon answered. He walked over to Hans' bookshelf and took down a certain book. "Fairytales for Children," he read. He looked over at Hans. "Does wittle Hansie like reading fairytales?" he asked teasingly.

"Father wants to see me?" Hans asked nervously, looking around the room to see if he had left anything suspicious lying around. "Do you know what for?"

"No, he didn't tell me," Devon said slowly. He looked at some other volumes on Hans' shelf. "History of Arendelle. Arendelle's Customs. Arendelle's Trading Partners." He looked up at his little brother. "What's with the interest in Arendelle?" he asked seriously, quite unlike his normal cheerful voice.

Hans flushed slightly. "That was from a few years ago," he said hotly.

"Then why didn't you get rid of them?" Devon asked. "And why keep collecting them?" he asked as he spotted another title. "A Biography of Queen Elsa. A Biography of Princess Anna. The Coronation in Miniatures." He raised his eyebrows when he saw one particular title. "Defenses of Arendelle," he said out loud.

"Look, it doesn't matter," Hans snapped. "But if it'll please you, I'll get rid of them tonight." Hans stood up. "Now, you said Father wanted to see me. I will be on my way then."

"One last thing," Devon said, looking over at Hans' secretary, who was finishing up with cleaning up the vase. "Why is she cleaning up that vase that is apparently shattered?"

"Clumsy servant. She bumped into it earlier today," Hans said with a nervous laugh. The vase had been one of their mother's favourites. "Why do you want to know?"

"No reason. It's not important. I just assumed she was your secretary," Devon said carelessly.

"Look, I don't have a maid anymore," Hans retorted. He moved out of the room at a brisk trot.

Devon turned to the servant. "Did you really break it? I heard a loud crash about three days ago here."

"I really can't say, Your Highness. Prince Hans might hear us," she said nervously.

Devon peeked out the door. "All clear," he said cheerfully.

"If he never finds out I told you this I suppose I can tell you that he threw it across the room," the secretary said. She fled the room with the shards of the shattered vase. Devon left, after one last look at the books on Hans' bookshelf before he, too, left.

"Prince Hans of the Southern Isles is here to see you," King Donovan's secretary, Abby, announced pompously.

"About time too," King Donovan muttered to himself as he paced the room.

Prince Hans cautiously entered the room. "You wanted to see me, Father?" he asked, emphasising the word father.

King Donovan sat down at his desk and picked up paper. "Listen here, Hans. Captain Jeremy has been trying to gather an army of 3000 men as well as ships for them. No one knows why. Captain Jeremy is under your command. I was hoping you might tell me why he was doing so," the king said angrily.

"I think he might have misunderstood something I said. I'll go tell him to disband them if you wish, Father," Hans said. He moved to leave.

"Hold on a minute now. Don't think you're getting off so easily," King Donovan warned. "You will tell Captain Jeremy to disband the soldiers. You will also from now on until a time I see fit, be in charge of overseeing the handling of prisoners." King Donovan stood. "Is that clear?" he asked.

"Yes, yes. Clear as glass," Hans said hastily. "May I take my leave now, Your Majesty?" Hans asked.

"Permission granted. And see to it that you do as I have instructed you. And do not, under any circumstances, go near the barracks or the docks," King Donovan added.

'Yes, Father," Hans sighed as he exited the room. He immediately headed straight back to his office.

Once there he summoned his secretary. "Amelia, send for Captain Jeremy. After that you are dismissed for the day. I am going to bed right after I speak with the captain as I slept poorly last night."

"Yes, Your Highness," the secretary said and curtseyed. She sent a servant to find Captain Jeremy, who promptly appeared. Amelia disappeared to her room as the captain entered the room.

"What is it Prince Hans?" he asked.

"My father has discovered that you are trying to raise an army of 3000 men and ships for them. I want them ready by midnight," Prince Hans ordered.

"It will be as you wish." Captain Jeremy turned to leave.

"And keep it quiet," Hans called after him. Hans sighed in satisfaction.