It was unorthodox in the highest degree. Really, Hans couldn't even guess at how his life had gone this way. It seemed like only yesterday he was coming over to Arendelle, trying to woo one of the shut-in royals and claim a place in a new kingdom for himself.
Obviously, things had not...progressed the way he had planned, but life sometimes had a funny way of landing you where you want to be - even if you didn't know that's what you wanted in the first place.
After the debacle in Arendelle, Hans had expected to never again set foot on Arendellian soil.
And yet, after his trail in the Southern Isles - his homeland - Hans had not, necessarily, been banished. In fact, something quite strange had happened before his sentence had been handed down. Queen Elsa had sent a letter - apparently on Princess Anna's request - that his punishment be handled back in Arendelle, if that was not an overstep to the authorities in the Southern Isles.
His family had wholly agreed with this, not wanting anything else to do with the failure that was the thirteenth son of the Isles. So, he'd been shipped back over to Arendelle, and accepted into an odd situation with the royal family.
Under strict supervision, by the Queen herself, Hans was appointed as an adviser. At first, it was awkward, and he was spiteful toward them all for getting him into such a humiliating position in the first place. But that didn't last too long; it was counterproductive, even if Hans didn't particularly want to be there, he had to admit it was preferable to being in a cell.
And as soon as his attitude changed towards something more agreeable, the more everyone got comfortable with one another. Well, that, and for whatever reason over the years, Anna's children took to him something fierce.
Hans - or, as he was unwillingly being addressed, Uncle Fuzzy-Face - couldn't fathom why.
But he also wasn't going to question a second chance at the family he had always wanted. As strange as it was, they were better than the one he'd been born into.