Hello! Welcome to my very first frozen fanfiction. I'm pretty new to fanfiction. I love frozen very much and ever since a few months ago, I've been an avid reader in Frozen Fandom. So, I thought I'd give it a try. Any reviews, follows, and favourites would be very much appreciated. :)

The prince pulled his hat once he was inside the dungeon. His steps were steady but sure. As he passed along the cells, he could feel a few prisoners casted him a stare of ignorance. He couldn't risk taking a glance towards them as he would eventually reveal his identity. His destination was only to one of the cells that was located at the far end of this dreadful place. His time was limited and his plan needed to be carried out immediately. He saw the guard who was posted right outside his intended destination and tightened his grey uniform.

"I'll take over here, you go get your break." he said to the guard.

The man tilted his head slightly. A confusion written on his face.

"My break isn't due for the next hour."

"I'm telling you to get an extra hour. You deserved it. I know you want to spend time with your newborn as much as you could rather than guarding this low life over here."

With that, the other man's face brightened. "Thank you. Remind me to repay you someday."

The prince smiled, "Of course."

He waited until the guard's footstep disappeared before he walked towards to that particular cell. From where he was standing, he could see the shadow of a man who sat at the dirty floor of his cell, burying his face in between his arms. His auburn hair that mirrored his own looked disheveled. His once well built body was thinner to the point he could almost see him as merely a living bone.

"Brother." he called out.

The person in question didn't look up or even acknowledging his presence at all. The prince let out a heavy sigh.

"Hans!" he tried again, louder this time.

Slowly, the prisoner lifted his head and looked towards him. His eyes were bleak. Even with the darkness of the cell and the only source of light was from the tiny window in the size of a fist, he could see a dark circle under the prisoner's eyes combined with a freshly purple fluffy shades. It made his stomach churned.

"What do you want, Lars?" Hans croaked.

"Come here! I have something important to tell you. Quick!"

"I don't want anything from you. Just leave me alone!" his voice was cold.

For a split second there, Hans felt a little bit glad about his brother's presence. Only for a few second before he banished that feeling completely. He didn't care much about him as his other eleventh brother. Well, at least he was the least he could tolerate, before his imprisonment. For someone he considered to be the most decent man out of his other twisted conniving other brothers, Lars was the only one Hans had trusted with his life. The only who had ever treated him as a real person. Until Lars decided to join the alliance with his other family members to disowned him. So, why would he listen to him?

Lars couldn't help but feel the twinge of guilt in the pit of his stomach. He had no idea how badly his father and other brothers had treated Hans ever since he was stripped off of his title and being thrown into the dungeon. Eight years in his imprisonment and not once Lars had ever visited the former prince. He simply just could not see his beloved little brother who was once a very genuine man turned into a monster the moment he decided to become a murdering bastard who prey for the weak. It was something he could not condone. Yes, his other brothers were crueler but he expected more from Hans as he was always been loved dearly by their late mother. To even think he is capable of doing such thing just made him mad with himself.

"I don't have much time, Hans. Listen to me. There has been a coup. I'm getting you out of here." Lars blurted out. He knew he didn't have much time.

That successfully drew the attention of the former prince. He looked up to his older brother. Clearly conflicted and worried at the same time.

"What coup?" Hans asked.

"The army of Bergen had infiltrated our borders and it seemed they're heading to the palace soon. I heard from someone down at the tavern just before I came here. It seemed someone from Bergen had already been inside the castle to make sure father is inside. They're launching the attack at midnight."

Hans's brow furrowed as he reluctantly stood up and walked towards his cell bars.

"Bergen? I've never heard of that kingdom for so many years. The last I heard it was destroyed by unknown force. At least what the rumour said." he said. His curiosity won over his hurtful feelings towards his brother.

"I don't know if it's true or not. But I noticed a few people in town who were not belonged here. I'm telling you, it's happening. You need to get out of here."

Hans scoffed. "Why do you care? I'm going to die here anyway. I have nothing left. Why would I leave this place? If they managed to seize the kingdom, they would kill me. I supposed it's better to die fast rather than a slow agonising death that father had promised me."

The words that left his mouth felt like a million stab wounds penetrating Lars's soul simultaneously. But he had no time to play the guilty here, because all he cared about was getting his little brother out of this place. He knew he'd done a terrible thing, but he also knew he didn't want him to die. No matter how much disappointment he caused. He also knew Hans deserved better after everything he endured during his childhood.

Lars sighed. "I'm sorry I never come and visit you ever since you were brought here. I didn't know they did to this to you. I thought they were just going to lock you up. If I'd known, I would try to do something about it."

Hans smirked bitterly. "No you wouldn't. The fact that you were so oblivious about what they were going to do to me, after years living with their cruelty, had just proved your despise for me is even greater than the others."

The older brother gritted his teeth. "You went too far this time, Hans! You know I care about you, I always have! But when you turned to be the monster that does not even have a slightest remorse after what you've done, yes, I despise you! And hope to God, you rot in here, forever!"

"I don't have to justify my action to you! Because I did what I thought was right to save a kingdom, I do not regret anything from that! Not a thing!"

Lars was ready to spat him with a lot of colourful curse words he could think of, but held his tongue. No point arguing now, he had important matters at hand. One of which would be smuggling his little brother out of the dungeon.

"I know you're angry with me. I deserved that, and I'm still disappointed in everything you did, but you're still my brother, and I do care about you, Hans. Who do you think gave you that proper three meals a day? If I don't care about you, you'd be dead by starvation by now. I begged father to give you at least a proper meal."

Without waiting another word from his brother, Lars reached for his cell key that he stole from his father's study early in the evening. He opened the door to Hans's cell and tossed him a grey uniform just like the one he had. Southern Isles guard uniform.

"What is this?" Hans raised his brow once more.

"Well, if you're going out of here, you're going out incognito."

Hans sighed heavily. "Lars, why are you doing this? I don't deserve this, you know that."

"Oh, I know. You see, the thing is Hans, I made a vow to our mother just moments before she died. I would always protect you no matter what."

Lars paused a moment as he swallowed the lump on his throat. Suddenly the memory of their late mother made him surrounded by sadness. "She loved you so much. I couldn't resist the look on her face and eyes when she made me promise."

Hans on the other hand was struggled to keep his feelings in check. The death of his mother was still a sensitive topic for him. Especially when he was the culprit behind her demise. The self loathing swirled violently inside of him, he had to clenched his fist and closed his eyes.

"Stupid Hansy! It was all your fault! She was dead because of you!" yelled Gregory.

"You are not worthy of anything Hans, because you know what you are? You are a monster! What kind of a person would kill his own mother!" his father hissed while cradling his wife lifeless body.

The former prince snapped out of his thought and shook his head. Without any words, he changed his clothes rather quickly. This is not the time to get gloomy over the past. Lars was right, if they were going to get out of here unharmed, the faster the better. It took only a few minutes for him to dressed as one of the castle guards.

"How do we get out of here?" Hans asked.

"There's a secret passageway behind the bookshelves in Father's study."

Hans's eyes widened in shock. "Father's study? Are you mental? Going there equals a suicide mission, you know!"

"That's the only way you're going to get out. You can't get out from the gates. Somebody might recognise you."

"What about you?"

"I can't leave, Hans. I'm still the Prince of the Southern Isles. I will fight for my country until my last breath. You however had been released from that duty. You're a free man now."

Hans eyed his brother carefully. Lars was the only one who had never treated him badly during his childhood. He was only the one who he could trust. He just didn't understand why he would hate him so much over what he did eight years ago? Surely if Lars was smart he'd understood that he had no other choice to do what he did. Yet, he didn't try to ask his side of the story, nor had a gut to face him directly.

"You know, Hans. I know that deep down inside, there's still some good left in you. Because I refused to believe someone as pure as you once was, could just lose it easily. You can still be a better man. I'm giving you a chance now. Please don't waste it, anymore. Be the man that mother always believed you could be." Lars said while looking straight to his little brother.

Hans caught sincerity in those green eyes that mirrored his. A twinge of warmth appeared inside his already wilting heart.

"I have a feeling this will be the last time I ever see you. So long, brother. Good luck."

Lars pulled his little brother into a firm hug. He might not survive the fight, but he knew Hans could and deep down believed that at the core, he was still a good man. He just needed a right guidance and influence.

Hans started to walk away from the dungeon. No one paid attention to him with the disguise he was wearing. He looked like a regular castle guard. He made his escape through the entrance of the dungeon and went to his father study that was located in the north wing. Growing up in this castle, made Hans pretty familiar with every corner of the building. It was easy for him to find a shortcut that will lead him to his destination.

He glanced towards a few people in the castle and immediately recognised some of the servants, but there were also a few that he wasn't familiar with. For him they looked almost suspicious. He walked pass a servant who was wearing a regular leather vest but he noticed a tiny bulge inside the vest, he guessed it to be a gun. What kind a servant have a gun inside the castle? Lars was right. There were a lot of suspicious people. Which only meant he needed to get into the study right away. The former prince fastened his steps but not fast enough to raise any attention.

The only problem he was concerned though was how he would gain access to the room if his father was there? If he'd recognised him, he would immediately call in his guard and his plan would fail just like that. He could always knocked him out. Yeah, maybe it was the better option. He would pretend he had something important to tell the king, so the guards outside of his study would let him in. After that, it wouldn't be hard for him to knock a sixty five year old man.

He let out a relieve breath once he saw the guards weren't posted in front of his father's study. It could only mean King Balder was not in the study. He crept in slowly and found the room was indeed empty. Upon entering, Hans glided towards the bookcase to his left, inspected it for a while. There were a lot of secret passageway throughout the castle. Hans was familiar with most of them. He just never knew there was one in this room. Slowly, he tried to slide the shelves and felt it moved. Once he opened it enough he saw a dark long tunnel. Just as he was about to step in, his ear caught a faint voices that came from the next room. It was his father's private library that connected directly to his study. His curiosity kicked in and decided to take a listen.

He moved to the other side where there was a door connected to the other room. He opened it slowly very slowly hoping not to alert whoever it was inside the room. He saw his father was sitting on the couch. There was someone else with him. He couldn't quite see her face as her back was to Hans. The only thing Hans's noticed was that her jet-black hair shined that it almost didn't look real.

"You don't think I would let you get away with your failure, do you?" asked the woman.

His father raised two of his hands. "I didn't fail, Regina! The two of them are still alive! You can just take them down, yourself! Beside it was eight years ago! Why did you just showed up now?"

The woman charged towards the King in a flash at an impossible speed. Hans eyes widened. She held the king's neck on her palm.

"If your son would just do what I specifically told you to do, my job would be done by now, but no, your greedy, useless son went too far and almost kill her! We had a deal, Balder! You know the consequences of your failure! Because of that I had to launch my contingency plan that took eight bloody years to prepare!"

"Wait! Wait! I could still do that again. I could still help you got the Queen and Princess of Arendelle and bring them to you!" fear was written all over King Balder's face. Something Hans had never seen before.

"No. I'll do that myself this time. I should've known better than to trust you! This time I will take them my self. Then I could proceed my initial plan. I will be very happy to see the look in Agnarr and especially his precious little wife's face, when I kill two of their lovely daughters in front of their very own eyes! But now, I'm going to finish you first."

The woman let out a laugh that sent chill through Hans's spine.

Horrified by what he just witnessed, Hans's mouth went agape. So he was merely a pawn all these times? He remembered the King ordered him to come to Arendelle with a task to court the newly crowned Queen of Arendelle herself. Hans gritted his teeth. So, the real reason he wanted him to marry to Arendelle's crown was to eventually take both sisters and eventually have the crown for himself. His anger boiled up quickly. There was a tiny voice in his head that told him to see what the witch would do next to his father. He wanted to see it, he wanted to see the fear in his father's eyes again when he met his end. He wanted his father to pay for everything he put him through.

The next thing he saw was a blinding light that came out of the woman's palm. Hans's eyes widened. In an instant, King Balder was choking the air out of his throat while blood bursted out of his nose, ear, mouth, eyes, even his shiny clothes soaked with the crimson red liquid. The former prince froze in his place. His heart was pounding in his ear. Clearly still couldn't believe what he saw. What kind of magic was that? He felt chills ran through the back of his neck and very slowly retreated back to the bookshelves to make his escape.