Upon hearing this, Gerda took out the papyrus scroll from her bag. "Dad, trust in what I say," exclaimed Gerda, opening up the scroll. "This map will show us where the dagger is." She looked at the map for around 15 minutes, explaining to Kristoff what the words on the map meant. Kristoff was unmoved. "Where did you find this?" Kristoff uttered through gritted teeth. "In a cave in the mountains," she said. "There was a tomb in the cave. It was raining, and Bae was cold so I took refuge there." Kristoff rolled his eyes. "Gerda, I'm sorry, but many people have come to your mother claiming to have found treasure maps in tombs," Kristoff said. "They all turned out to be fake. Let me see that map." Gerda handed the map to Kristoff. He stood up and paced around the room. Then when he walked by the burning fireplace, he tossed the map into the flames.

"Nooo!" roared Gerda. She quickly leapt towards the fireplace and pulled the map out of the flames. She tried smothering the burning map with her dressing gown. She managed to put out the flames in just a few minutes. "It's too late for Elsa," Kristoff solemnly uttered. "But Anna will get over it soon. She'll get over it like I got over Sven. It's time for this family to move on from Elsa." He got up, turned his back on Gerda, and walked out of the room. There was an expression on Kristoff's face as if he was horrified by what he'd just done, but he didn't turn back to apologize to Gerda.

Looking at the map, Gerda saw that it could now barely be read. Fortunately, she was still able to decipher pretty much everything regarding what the map said, having memorized much of what the map said. She took out her sketchbook and made some notes and sketches of what was shown on the map. Around a week later, it was time for the Arendelle Autumn Harvest Festival. On that day, she knew that her parents had things to do, so she got out of bed early and woke Bae up. Even though Bae was annoyed at having been woken up so early, he reluctantly agreed to carry Gerda in exchange for some carrots. She rode Bae back to the cave where she found the map. She wanted to know what else was there. But when she entered the cave and the chamber hidden in the cave, she found that the chamber was empty. The tomb and the platform that the tomb was resting on were gone! She sighed and rode back to Arendelle.

Two travelers going to the festival were riding in their horse-drawn wagon when they suddenly saw a teenage girl lying on the road. "I'd better take a look, Bill," one of the travelers said to the other. "But this could be a sign that there are bandits nearby, Margaret," warned Bill. But Margaret paid his warning no heed. She took out a glass bottle filled with water, got off her wagon, and went to examine the girl. She bent over and shouted to her, "Were you attacked by bandits?" "Not exactly," a woman cried out from behind a tree. Three bandits appeared from behind trees. Liz was amongst them, and she held a gun. "Get out of the wagon," she said, pointing the gun at Bill and Margaret. Bill and Margaret reluctantly did as they were told. She and her men then tried Bill and Margaret to a large tree. Liz smiled at the teenage girl. "You played your part perfectly, Merry," she said. Then they emptied the wagon, which was filled with pumpkins, got onto the wagon with the men, and rode off.

An auburn-haired man with sideburns was scrubbing the decks of a ship when his superiors arrived to talk to him. The ship was called THE DARK ONE. The man used to have a clean-shaven chin, but now stubble as starting to grow on his face. He had a scar that ran across his right eyebrow. "Master Bates!" the man cried in a fearful manner, referring to one of them. Officer Bates was a man in his 30's, and he had sideburns that were much thicker than his. "Hans, I'm feeling generous today," Master Bates said with a calculating look on his face. "How would you like to be released from my service?" No one, not even Bates, had any official obligation to refer to Hans as Prince Hans nowadays because of what King Jacob of the Southern Isles allowed. Hans blinked as if he thought Bates was playing a trick on him. "Then release me from your service," Hans nervously said. Bates chuckled. "So you shall," he sneered. "But first a demonstration of fealty, then you can spend your worthless life any way you want." Bates clapped his hands.

Guards from the Southern Isles arrived from below deck carrying two prisoners. One was Prince Lars, who was Hans' much older brother. He had graying hair, wore glasses, had long hair, and had a growing beard that made him look increasingly like a dwarf. In fact, it would be easy to mistake him for a beggar. He looked at Hans with an expression that was filled with both fear and anger, as if he thought Hans was about to do something nasty to him. The other prisoner was Kai, who was Lars' son. His "bastard" son to be more specific. Kai had brown skin and short hair. Unlike Hans and Lars, he didn't wear shoes because he wasn't given any by the officers aboard the ship. He was not yet an adult. Bates handed Hans a whip. "What is the meaning of this?" a startled Hans asked him. Bates patted Hans cheek in a dismissive manner, then said, "These two cowards must be taught a lesson. Whip Kai for me!"

Hans took a step back. He had a terrified look on his face. "But… but why?" he stammered. "You know as well as I do that cowards like Lars and Kai must be stopped and taught a lesson," Bates said, with a sadistic expression on his face. "After all, you stopped them from escaping the ship." Hans felt a pang of guilt surge within him upon listening to Bates. The guards stripped Kai's clothes away from him, leaving Kai in his underwear. Hans raised the whip and whipped him once. The scream that came out of Kai was so painful that it would have caused any woman who heard it become barren. Lars sobbed, yelled, and thrashed around like a wild animal upon seeing Hans do this. "Hans, I beg you, don't do this!" yelled Lars, while being restrained by the guards. The guards wrestled him to the ground to prevent him from making any sudden movements. Hans paused for a moment, finding himself reluctant to whip Kai further.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" Bates sternly told him. "Continue whipping him." Hans gulped.

"When do I stop?"

"When Kai is no longer breathing."

Hans felt his hands go cold and sweaty. "But Kai is the prince's son." Bates paused for a few seconds. Then he burst out laughing. Many of the other members of the crew laughed with him. "I'd hardly say Kai qualifies as royalty," chuckled Bates. "Especially not a bastard like him. Especially considering that his own father got disowned by the King." Hans dropped the whip, and Lars smiled upon seeing this. "You wouldn't want to end up with 10 fingers short, would you?" giggled Bates. Sweat trickled Hans face. He raised the whip and began to continue whipping Kai. Wounds began to appear on Kai's skin. "Hans, I'll kill you!" roared Lars. "I'll kill you!" It didn't take long for the guards to gag him. Hans whipped Kai some more, until finally the guilt proved too much even for him. He dropped the whip to the ground, and this time he didn't pick it up.

"What are you doing?" Bates yelled through gritted teeth. "Taking control of my own life and doing what's best for my family," answered Hans. Bates chuckled. The chuckle soon turned to a sinister laugh. Many others joined in. "Take a look at what you've done to your nephew," Bates sneered, pointing towards Kai. Hans' eyes turned from Bates, and he saw that Kai was losing blood at an alarming rate. Kai collapsed to the ground, seemingly unconscious. "No," gasped Hans in a small whisper. He bent down on his knees and placed his hands on Kai's neck to see whether Kai still had a pulse. His worst suspicions were confirmed. Kai was dead. "Hans, you monster!" Lars yelled, for he had managed to free his mouth from the gag. "You irredeemable monster!"

Then something happened that caused Hans to scratch his head. Frost started forming. It first appeared on the hands of the guards who held Lars down. Then the entire ship, including the water the ship was floating on, began to freeze. In no time, the ice spread across every crew member except him and Lars. Now every crewmember except the two of them was frozen solid. But surely Lars couldn't have been the one to have frozen everyone, Hans pondered. But Lars could, couldn't he? "Lars, no way!" Hans cried, running away from Lars as fast as he could. "This is not happening!" He was scared out of his wits. He wanted to jump off the ship, even though he knew that would mean he would crash into the ice down below. He didn't get far when he felt a cold chill spread across his feet. He couldn't move. Looking down he saw that ice had formed beneath him, freezing him to the deck.

"Hans, you can't run from this!" Lars roared with anger. There was something strange about his voice that Hans couldn't put a finger on. It sounded different, strange, yet familiar at the same time.

"Your nephew is dead because of you!"

These words seemed vaguely familiar to Hans. He noticed that Lars was contorting his face as if he was in deep pain. Then the features of his face began to shift. The wrinkles on his face vanished and his grey hair lengthened and turned silver white. "Oh no!" Hans groaned, as if he was sick in the stomach. He now wore Elsa's face. Minutes later, even Lars clothes began to shift in appearance. His dark-grayish blue uniform shifted into a bright blue dress that kind of looked like it was made of ice. His dark boots shifted until they looked like high heels made out of ice. Hans now had the nasty feeling that he was looking at Elsa. "Well, Hans," Elsa said, a menacing smile forming on her face. "We finally meet again. I've tried to kill you ever since Anna's birthday. Now I can finish what I started." She raised both arms up into the air.

Hans looked down at his feet and saw that the ice was starting to spread from his feet and up his legs. Soon he would be frozen solid like an ice statue. He was finding it harder to breathe, and it was agony. "Queen Elsa, don't do this!" he begged. "I swear I'm not the man I was." But Elsa simply rolled her eyes upon hearing this. Hans could feel himself losing consciousness. Seconds later, everything went black.

"Noooo!" cried Hans, thrashing about his hammock. "I repeat, I'm not the man I was!" Hans jerked around so hard that he fell off his hammock and hit the ground with a thud. Tears and sweat dripped down his face as his vision began clearing up. It was only a nightmare, Hans figured. None of it really happened; most of it at least. He looked down at his pants and noticed he had wet them, so he took them off. Hans may have had sideburns in the nightmare he was having, but in real life his appearance was a bit different.