From Under a Tree

A short giggle escaped the lips of a young fair haired child. Her eyes were big and wide, and the color of the sky. Her nose was, slightly, slightly turned up, and her lips as pink as a rose. She was smiling at the kitten her mother had given her. It was her first real responsibility, her first real belonging, the first ever gift her mother had given her.

"I think," she called out to the small white creature, her hands bribing the animal close to her. "I'll call you snowball."

The child's mother stared down at her with serios eyes. She felt guilt, rage and disgrace. Gretel was the child's name. Her mother stood ahead of her, staring at the child's father as he rose a red brow towards her, and frowned slightly. The kingdom could never know of her daughters existence. Much less of her relationship with him.

"Gretel, honey?"

The small five year old stared at her mother with big blue eyes, smiling a beautiful smile.

"Your mother has to go." The red haired man spoke, grabbing at his daughters hand.

The child pulled away from him rapidly and clung to her mothers platinum blue dress. "No ma-Elsa please don't leave."

Without much thought the blonde queen turned on her heel and walked away. Tears threatening to spill from her eyes.

~7 years earlier~

"Long live the queen, long live the queen!"

The crowd beneath her screamed in unison. It was an overwhelming feeling, guilt even, after all she had done to her people and they still prided over her?

"No queen has ever been more powerful than our queen. Nor will there ever be!" A man, the town baker, shouted from beneath her balcony.

A chill ran down her spine. She was royalty and though her heart denied it, and feared it the most, she really was. She was Queen. No her Majesty, Queen Elsa of Arendelle.

The fair haired woman bowed, as she spoke before her subjects. So many things to be said, but only a few words where more than enough, she had promised to make things better, nothing in Arendelle would be the same.

"From this day forth, the doors to Arendelle, our kingdom, our ports, our culture, will be open to the world!"

The crowd cheered with excitement, some whistled as the good news came to them, it had been long enough time. Finally would they freely travel and bring goods to their families. As for when the gates were closed many families had been separated. The economy had been difficult. And now that this queen was promising better, and her power enormous there was nothing to stop their joy.

Their ports agriculture, trades, the economy was sure to grow.

The crowd cheered as the queen bid her farewells, and went back to celebrate this achievement. The kingdom would surely progress now.

~1 year later ~

Queen Elsa sat erect at her desk, the stress of the paperwork getting the better of her. If only she was as good at doing work than she was at eating chocolate, them it would be easy. Alas she sighed and quickly got back into the piles and piles of papers. Approving laws, denying permits. Signing recognitions. Everything a queen had been trained to do.

Every morning she would wake up, ready herself to attend her council, agree with the same things everyday. She would argue about the same things every morning, sometimes getting a laugh out of her, sometimes annoying her, but she would do her queenly duties.

she had almost no personal life, and she had to live happily about it.

After she would stop for a quick breakfast with her sister Anna, though sometimes she preferred to be alone. Not that her sister bothered her. Oh no it was the opposite. She loved Anna dearly. But Elsa couldn't bring herself to have a casual conversation. It was not in her nature. To the queens relief and at a time displeasure Anna would quickly run out, daily if she may add, to run off in a wild adventure with her beloved husband Kristoff Bjorgmen.

Elsa sighed again, a pen stuck in her hand and a sloppy frown on her face. She sat in her desk then shook her head, her mind had wandered and now she'd just lost a good fifteen minutes of her work time. Time, the was going to come out of get free time later.

She rolled her shoulders slightly and wriggled her fingers, tiny snowflakes spilling from the tips of her fingers. It had been a good 7 months since she'd last gotten away, since she had actual free time. She wanted to wander back to her ice palace.

She smiled at the thought. Maybe going for a little while to linger by herself would do her good. She'd have to cut down a few extra free time from her week to make up for the lost time, yes she could free up some space. Maybe then couldshe relax, actually relax.

As she stood from her desk to stretch, a knock erupted upon her door. The queen in a better less stressful state continued her work, piling more papers and sat back down. She yelled a come in and let the intruder inside.

A scrawny old man wearing a brown robe entered her office, smiling at her with yellow teeth. To Elsa this man, though part of her council, seemed untrustworthy. To her; if someone pleasured in seeing others suffer, then it was as good as seeing an enemy. But alas he had been part of her father's council and they had managed well in her father's reign.

She sighed once again, for the man was staring at her with his yellow teeth proudly displayed.

Once he noticed her attention, he stretched out his hand and beckoned for someone to come in. "Queen Elsa, this is my son."

She looked the man up and down. A soldier nonetheless, she could tell by his stance and hard gaze. Though he was handsome, with dark hair and fair skin, a sharp nose, and hard jaw, he seemed as disrupted as his father.

"A pleasure to meet you." She nodded with no emotion. "What is the meaning of this meeting, sir Gordan?" Her displeasure evident. And though the council thought they were playing smart the queen was catching along.

They had been doing it for days. First it was Guinevere who had brought upon her eldest son, a tall thin ugly man, with his pride on his shoe size, if that meant anything.

Then it was Phillipe, with his son also. A man with dark hair and skin, serious gaze and much muscle.

And after it was Angus who brought the queen what was his third and closest to age son. This man was angelic no doubt. His jaw was hard, his body toned. His skin flushed. He was what the queen called handsome. But something was going on. Why were the council members bringing their sons to her? Was it a message? A treachery? Then it had hit Elsa. A Prince Consort.

Gordon frowned at the queens coldness, but continued on his offering. "My queen." He sat across from her, his son in a perfect military stance. "It has come to the councils attention that her Majesty has come of age to marry."

The queen shook her head, and continued on with her work. "You see, and as members of your council, and seeing you have not received any marriage proposal, or an offering to court thy... then we as a whole assembled to offer you our best of kin. You see, well my queen," Elsa grunted, it wasn't like her, but he was offending her.

"Get out."

The man stopped his rambling, "excuse me?"

"A queen does not repeat herself."

Gordon rose a brow, "as you wish my queen." He quickly turned on his heel, not wanting to push her any longer and bowed before exiting.

The man's son on the other hand did not, he stayed there, staring at the woman before him. The queen involuntary shook, he gave off bad vibes. He stayed there for a few minutes before placing his hands behind his back and bowing to his queen. "It was a pleasure my queen. I do hope I have a chance as to winning your heart." His statement sounded fake. He turned for the exit and before he stepped out completely he gave her his name. "Jet Rhyus." And with that, he left.

Elsa groaned and deflated in her seat, with a flick of her wrist a cold wind closed her door. She had known. Her council was always out to get her. Since day one of her reign.

Now more than ever did she need freedom. She needed to go to her Ice palace.

A small thin figure in a black cloak rushed from tree to tree. The light of the moon flickered in between the leaves as they shimmered with the paleness of the bright moon.

Elsa huffed as she reached the north mountain, her dark cloak now shimmered in ice as it evaporated in thin air.

She smiled as she walked on the now repaired bridge, and saw the snow monster that was eagerly waiting for her. From afar she could see tiny little snow figures jumping up and down. Her "babies" were eager to see her.

"Hello Marshmallow."

The giant grunted as he lifted his tiara and bowed to the queen.

Elsa giggled in her queenly way and nodded. She walked into the castle and closed the door silently behind her.

The queen sat at her throne, as her creations sat there in front of her. Just staring and smiling.

It felt odd to Elsa. No other human being, that she knew of, could do anything like this. These creatures she had created, they were alive and most of all they were part of her. She knew that though they couldn't talk correctly, they felt emotions. They in a way were her.

Elsa sighed, deciding it was strange to try and speak to them. She closed her eyes and remembered Anna. How she had received so many marriage offerings after her own coronation as princess, not that she was envious no. but she was a royal too, she wanted her happy ending.

Elsa turned to face the waters surrounding the north mountain, the boats docking in. She had received not before, not after her coronation, a marriage offer. She deflated as she remembered that hardly anyone had even tried to near her during her coeonation. In fact many countries that had sent eligible men later sent apology letters to her. And now her own council was aware of everything. Now they were offering their own sons so that she could have a husband.

Olaf touched her hand, "it's OK Elsa. We're here for you."

At this she smiled, at least she wasn't completely alone. "Thank you, Olaf."

She smiled softly and sat there with her creations.

The sun shone proudly as the time of day hit Arendelle. It was a cool morning and the birds were happily chirping. Elsa stood from her bed, it was soft and cold, made from ice. Her palace was odd that day, a color she had never seen in its walls shone proudly. The color pink. She stared at the wall as it slowly drifted from pink to its original pale blue. "That's odd."

She rose and redid her hair, the gown she had worn the past day evaporated, and soon a dark purple one with darker long sleeves adorned her body. Oh how grateful she was of this ability. Once she had created it, it wouldn't melt unless she desired it.

Another part of her abilities that she had recently discovered, was that she could control the weather. Fog, rain, wind. She could also teleport, and recently she could control water, as she practiced, more and more things would become afloat.

Elsa closed her eyes as the events of her councilmen crashed back into her memory. She would have to return soon. They would surly be frantically running around the castle grounds to see where she had gone. And for what? To argue about the things they had argued about for days, to agree on the same things too. She heaved a sigh and walked down the stairs her heels leaving soft prints as she did so.

"Marshmallow," she summoned a white blazing snow horse to take her to her back. "take care of everyone for me, I'm not sure when I can come back."

He nodded to his queen and with that she left.

The ride through the woods was so far calm. The birds chirped happily, the sun was warm and cozy. Everything in the day felt right. From afar the queen could hear the lumber men chopping wood. The leaves flickering as the wind passed, the gentle hooves of her beast as it casually walked through the trench.

Suddenly she stopped. Lumber men? She strained to listen, and shushed her horse as it snorted to listen better. These were private Woods. No one was allowed through this area, she had made sure of it as soon as she could to own the oak woods. These were the ones that led to her Ice castle. Her secret passage. She pulled on the snow horse's reign and hiyad it towards where the banging of axe against wood echoed from.

The queen straightened her posture as she neared the spot. Nonetheless there had been intruders. Around were fallen trees no doubt cut down by hand. Closing in on the man she could see raging red hair, strong arms and an axe as it fell onto the oak forcefully.

Elsa stopped her horse, anger evident on her face. This man how could he!? Did he not know? She slid down from her beast and began to walk towards the intruder.

"These are private woods, belonging to her Majesty queen Elsa of Arendelle." her voice was firm just like her stance.

The man looked up to her, his hair wet, sweat beading down his chin.

"Prince Hans!" Her eyes went wide. Surprise, fear, and excitement? Went through her body, almost like a bucket of boiling water would feel like.

The queen quickly turned to her horse who had suddenly, due to her emotions, begun to rear.

She held up her hands trying to control it, and at the same time trying to avoid getting stepped on. She lifted her hand and before she could recall the beast to her; the former Prince ran up to the arctic beast and laid a warm hand on its neck, making the wild beast calm. The queens eyes went wider. He just stopped HER steed.

The beast she could only control with her powers; he had controlled by simply touching it.

His hands caressed the neck of the beast gently, making it snort in return. The warmth of his hand soon left him and soon the powers of the steed began intangling him, bright frost began to cover his hands gently as he shuffled it's white locks.

Hans smiled as he whispered gently, the horse began nodding Its head as if agreeing.

"What are you telling him!?"

Elsa's stance was aggressive, and she slowly began approaching him. The former Prince looked back towards her, and lifted his hands in surrender. " my queen I really mean no harm..."

"I can't trust you!"

She burst frost at his feet, making the beast wild again.

Hans nodded and tangled his hands in the horses mane, again calming the beast. "It would make sense."

"What!?" She faltered and her stance went soft. How was he capable of doing that? The horse was made of ice. Her hands went up to her chest, anxiety taking the better of her. How could he say such a thing, he would make it sound as if what he'd done was insignificant.

"Hans, you almost killed me!"

The Prince stared at her, his hands loosening the horse. He stroked the animal softly in its rear, making him run a few yards away. Not really knowing how to reply he just stood there. She had been right, it was true, she couldn't trust him. He indeed had tried to kill her, and thought he'd killed her sister, the intentions were there. But it didn't happen.

"But I didn't."

Elsa couldn't believe what she'd just heard. He made it sound so casual! Was killing someone casual!?

Her face contorted into a scowl, and she blasted him angirly, freezing him in place. Her beast went wild behind the Prince and before she could blast him again ran up to her nearly knocking her to the ground.

What in the world was happening!? Why had HER horse just done that? Was she going crazy? Was the horse not under her command? Wait this was her creation, she had not made machines, these creatures she'd make had their own feelings.

Elsa brushed her dress off, as she commanded her horse to be elsewhere.

Confusion, curiosity she didn't quite know what to call it. Hans had controlled her beast, her powers, how had he done that?

The queen gracefully recollected herself and began a slow steady pace towards her intruder. She had encased him in an iceblock. She had called out her guards with a snow dove, she had a few minutes with him.

"Why are you not paying your sentence?" She stared at him dead in the eyes.

"I told you I mean no harm queen Elsa." In fact I didn't even know I was left behind in Arendelle... Hans stared at her as her thin figure encircled him. He soon began to shiver and he could feel his lips were going purple.

"I didn't ask that Prince Hans."

"I frankly answer queen Elsa. I was simply chopping wood. In this forest, I didn't know they were private woods." He calmly answered her despite the circumstances, fully trying and failing to not shiver s he spoke.

"Your highness, are you alright!?" Jet Rhyus was the first to ask and first to get there. He was part of her guard?

Without questioning the guardsmen walked up to the encased Prince, the queen flicked her wrist and the ice melted.

The red haired man looked at the queen dead in the eyes. "My queen I really advice against taking me away from these woods..." his voice was almost a whisper, Elsa could barely hear him, "I'm almost finished... I just really need to get home... today is the last day." Elsa turned to look at the head of her guard and nodded. He's lost his mind.

Jet took a long look at the convict Prince. His dark blue eyes scorching at the the red head. He was going to take him away, whatever fantasy world this chump was living in, he was going to beat it out. Jet smiled as he hit the Prince in the back of his head with the butt of his sword and his two men dragged the Prince away.

Elsa stared at the unconscious Prince, and his purple lips. She was going to get the doctor to see him soon, what if she'd caused hypothermia?

"Get this man a doctor." She stared at Jet Rhyus who merely nodded and walked away, down the trench further into the forest nearing the castle the guardsman smircked. He would respect his queen wishes after he was done with the demented soul."Take him to the interrogation unit."

Elsa sighed. She knew she'd done what a queen had to do, but her heart ached.

She was a chicken hearted queen. Her eyes threatened tears, she had never been so cruel with anyone. Hans didn't deserve to be treated so cruel.

This man though dangerous, was still just a man. Maybe trying to survive, if he had paid off his sentence, though only within a year and 7 months, then maybe he'd learned something. She walked towards the blocks of lumber and scraped her long thin fingers against them curiosity taking the better of her. She would always admire men. So rough in the exterior, yet soft like children on the inside.

A man like Kristoff, roughlooking, yet soft and humble.

Elsa shook her head, she shouldn't ever compare Kristoff to a man so ambitious like Hans. Kristoff worked hard to get where he was, unlike herself and Hans. Suddenly she saddened, she criticized someone for being so full of themselves, but maybe she too had to remember that she was born royal.

Elsa recollected her thoughts and looked up at the sky, it was starting to get late, and if she didn't guess wrong it had to be around noon. With the paperwork, and a new prisoner, she had loads of work to do. With the heave of a sigh and a flick of her wrist the queen summoned her blazing snow horse. But before she could jump on she turned towards the blocks of wood. And There ahead of the wood she could see a little cottage, and as soon as she saw it her stomach dropped.

Did he have a family? How long had he been staying there? Was there children? A woman?

Elsa frowned at herself for over thinking. He was a monster, nothing more but a blood thirsty killer, at least that's how she wanted to think of him. Nothing more than an emotionless monster.

"Don't be the monster they fear you are..."

She couldn't possibly think he was the one wholived there...

Before she knew it she had walked across the trench passed the door to the cottage, and snooping around the little home. The first three things the queen had noticed was that for one he had casually situated himself in Arendelle, making her somewhat scared. That meant that he had been around the town, Anna had been around the town, he could have easily attacked her. Second that there was piles and piles of letters only from god knew who sitting on a table piled into thick bunches, and third, the small makeshift bed at the corner of the house.

There was a fire going on and Elsa suddenly felt even more guilty as she saw the small amount of lumber besides the chimney. Was he really just casually chopping wood for himself?

Elsa closed her eyes, holding in her breath. She had just arrested a man for chopping wood in her Oaks. When she had promised liberty to her country.

She deflated once again, this time siting next to the table where the letters lay scattered around. There was random letters to random people, she assumed. Elsa hit her head to the table and shifted her gaze to the dying fire then slowly to the letters that lay scattered throughout the table. One in particular stood out from the rest, a large envelope with large written letters. "To her royal highness queen Elsa of Arendelle,"

She quickly made to grab it. Maybe he wasn't just here to live peacefully. He was intercepting her letters from the kingdoms, no wonder she had not received a marriage proposal.

She opened it so fast that the letter almost fell through her fingers.

"My dear queen Elsa.

It is I yes, Prince Hans Westerguard. Prince of the lost seas. Yes I was entitled differently. Why? Well simply because of my accomplishments. I have become part of the royal Navy. Mother is so proud of me.

After my year's service, I had decided to do something useful with my life. I was done suckling off of other people's breast. Strangely it's satisfying.

I'm honestly just writing out of habit.

Wanting to apologize.

With ever letter I write, it seems you're the one it's directed to.

For today that is all. I just felt the need to tell you about my accomplishments."

Elsa stared at letter and the envelope. Then turned to look at the rest. They had other random addresses, but they were all dedicated to her.

She carefully opened another letter, her hands now trembling, why was he doing this?

"My love, Angela.

For so many nights I've dreamt of you my queen, those warm nights are the ones. Sometimes I dream I lay next to you, hold you by the hips. My fairest woman, how I wish to be able to hold you all night, caress your long legs. Kiss your bosom lips. See your golden eyes and brown locks of vicious curls.

how I wish it was I that lay between-"

Elsa blushed deep and shoved that letter back into the envelope. That one was obviously for someone other than her. Something in the pit of her stomach went warm, but she quickly dismissed it as admiration for the Princes writing style.

She continued on, not because she wanted to see more of his letters, she kept telling herself. But because he could be intercepting them.

Another letter by the Prince himself towards her.

"Sadly today, queen Elsa, is not a good day for me. The love of my life Angela has been handed away for marriage to settle an uprising war between countries. I'm not sure whether to be proud of her or should I be disgraced. She put her feelings aside to save her kingdom.

She has killed one man, to save many. She will do a fine bride and queen. I'm truly devastated."

Elsa stared at the page and turned to see the rest of the letters. One last one, were they all written by him?

"Queen Elsa,

Today I write to deliver the news. She is expecting.

You could not imagine the woe I feel.

Betrayed...

Disgraced.

Not worthy."

Elsa frowned and furrowed her eyebrows. She had a few questions for this man. Why was he writing to her? Why had he never sent them? Who was Ángela?

She quickly left the letters back in place and swiftly turned to the entrance. She needed to see, and know why Hans was in Arendelle, and writing letters to her.

Distracted she walked towards the door, but before she could exit, a small old woman stopped her. In the elders hands was a small basket full of wild berries.

"Hello, Hans,"

Elsa froze as the woman reached into her basket.

"I hope you're doing good today. You smell different today, almost feminine." She waved her hand and pointed it towards her nose. "You know, this nose doesn't lie." The old woman cackled a loud laugh and reached out towards the queen, grabbing her wrist.

"You're thinner too,"

Elsa gulped loudly as the woman's grip tightened, why was she afraid?

"You're not Hans..."

Elsa froze in place and her arms filled with goosebumps. Her eyes were wide and her breath heavy, what did this woman want with Hans?

Suddenly the woman's eyes began to glow a blue light and her white hair began to rise. The queen began to pull on her arm trying to snap away from the old woman.

The lady opened her mouth releasing a devastating loud cry to Elsa it was demonic, she had never witnessed something so frightening as this.

Elsa panicked and writhed her hand away from the old woman falling back to the ground her legs scraping against Hans lumber as she slid.

"What have you done to Hans!?" To the blonde heiress the voice of the old woman sounded like one hundred combined.

The lady began to float in thin air as a young blind girl began to take her form. The womans white hair was now golden, and her wrinkles had disappeared. Her small basket was clung to the belt of her dress but now lay forgotten.

Elsa moved back in horror. Was this how people felt about her powers?

The girl now ahead of the queen screamed once again then just stayed floating in mid air, staring at the queen in dead silence.

"Return the Prince to me." The voice of a small girl now replaced the old woman's shaky voice.

Elsa's eyes flashed and soon a vision of some sort passed through her.

"Three moons nights is the only time I have, please set me free."

The girl grasped Elsa's arms and somehow made her use her powers. White powder covered the forest quickly, and soon the whole kingdom had been frozen again.

"You don't understand what you're doing!"

Gerda shook her head as she took the warm soup to the newest of prisoners. "He is a person nonetheless. Whether you like it or not I will feed him. It is Arendelle customs, and debt to him. He took care of us in the eternal winter."

"Do you forget that he also tried against the crown!?"

Gerda ignored the guard and brushed past him, smiling at the prisoner and leaving the food behind for him to eat.

Hans had been interrogated and beaten. Though he had done nothing wrong they'd done so.

Suddenly the ambient went silent, and the song of a woman played as the kingdom suddenly went white and cold.

Hans stood knocking over the food that had been brought to him.

"LET ME OUT!

QUEEN ELSA IS IN DANGER!"

The convict Prince held at the bars violently shaking his hands trying to get out.

"THE QUEEN IS IN DANGER!"

The red head backed away from the cell holding his head. His swollen lips began to bleed from the stress he felt.

She had gotten to Elsa, he had to save her. She'd be dead in three days time. They had to kill the siren.

"Woman!" Hans called up to Gerda who was staring at the snow outside the window.

"THE QUEEN IS IN DANGER UNLESS-"

Hans felt a blow to the stomach suddenly. He saw stars and when he opened his eyes saw a pair of big blue-green eyes glaring at him with murder intent. The woman held a mop to his stomach, "what have you done to Elsa." Her voice was dangerously low.

"Princess Anna. Please," Hans begged, he had been so close, he had warned. He knew they couldn't, shouldn't, trust him. But this time it was real. He was on their side.

"She's in danger... the siren... she's cursed Elsa. I'm her guardian."

Anna's eyes narrowed. She pushed the mop further into his stomach. Why should she trust him?

"You may think it not true, but ask your guards. Elsa stayed behind in the oak woods."

Anna didn't budge.

Hans stared at her, accepting her disbelief. He slowly retreated and clasped his hands behind his back, walking slowly back to the bench of his cell and sat, staring at her.

"You have three nights to save Elsa. whether you believe me or not."

Anna didn't drop her stance, in fact she threw the mop at him. Hans smirked, he had easily dodged the attack and shook his head closing his eyes.

The queen turned to look around, her sight was failing her, she could see nothing but darkness.

"Hello?"

The world around her echoed. She could hear crickets around her and smell the scent of burnt lumber. Where was she? Why was everything so dark?

The queen made to stand and walked on wobbly feet. Fear was now taking over her, why couldn't she see? Why couldn't move according to how she used to?

Moving her hand to her face a horrible realization hit her. She had gone blind.

"No!"

Again she moved her hand to her face and failed to see, everything was dark.

"No!"

She fell to her knees and began to sob, she couldn't see anything, she didn't know where to go, where she was.

The queen wiped at her tears and felt her skin strange. Bags under her eyes, her hair was stiff, she smelled different too. It hit Elsa, she was the blind old woman now.

Panicked engulfed the young queen and she sobbed loudly, her voice was corrupted and her movements slow.

Noises were loud, and smells were extreme. She felt like throwing up, why was this happening?

Suddenly she felt dizzy, dizzy, dizzy, and crashing to the ground she went, vomit escaping her lips.The last thing she smelt was the mesmerising scent of wild berries.

Anna spoke through ground teeth. "What do you know, Hans!?"

The Prince looked at her with a a tiny smile. He knew that even if he told her everything she still wasn't going to believe him. Why even bother. He was the only one who could save the queen, but again she wasn't going to believe him.

"In order for me to tell you everything I know, one you have to believe me. Two you'd have to let me go. And three it would take too long to tell you everything. But what's the point, princess?"

The princess blushed in rage, and walked out of the dungeon slamming the doors shut loudly. She would have to go to Pabby, Hans was not doing any favors, much less did he want to help. Elsa had been gone for half a day. No one knew where she was, and why was there another eternal winter. No one could explain why. And the Prince? Well he wasn't being much help.

She quickly made her way to the stables and began preparing her horse, readying herself for another search party, Elsa had to appear.

"Whoa there. Where are you going feisty pants?"

Her husband gently lifted her from the waist into the air bringing her down from her steed.

"Kristoff, it's Elsa."

The ice harvester nodded, "I know, Anna, it's Elsa. I can kinda tell, I mean she set off another eternal winter."

The princess frowned at him and pushed herself away from his grip.

"This time it's different. Hans is back."

"What!?" The blond furrowed his brows just the name of that man triggered his anger.

"I think he did something to Elsa." Anna mounted the horse ready to get to Pabby, the troll king was surly going to help. Her long cape covered her completely, the cold was getting worse by the minute.

"That creepy sonova-"

"I need to get to Pabby, are you coming?"

"Sven!" The clumsy reindeer ran into the stables his tongue hanging out as he did so. "Let's go see Pabby."

Hans walked back and forth in his cell, they had two more nights to save the queen. Two more nights or she would turn into the siren, and this time, everything would be chaos. The Snow Queen again would be free, and this time only god knew when the next key would be born to engulf her. Every one hundred years she would switch bodies, unluckily for them she'd found Elsa's.

Hans grunted. if she took over the queens body. The siren would become the Snow Queen, a younger reincarnation of her. then everything would plummet, the world itself would be frozen solid.

Elsa's body was the one she'd found. Once he'd become part of the lost seas... everything had changed, he was a key, they knew it. He was the one that had the darkness to engulf her. They'd explained everything to him. It had been his last day, if Elsa hadn't shown up. If he had just stayed in his cottage.

Hans closed his eyes, his lip aching again. It had taken him almost a year to get the siren to grow old, she had almost been dead, he would've been free of the curse of darkness. He would've been able to have his happy ending.

The planets were aligned and the moon was full now was the time, three nights time. He needed to get out.

The Prince walked back and forth and back and forth, when suddenly a cling hit his ears, the lock turned and Hans made to look at the door.

A thin gentleman in a butler outfit greeted him. "Good evening Prince Hans."

He stepped inside and soon a smaller woman walked in, the woman who had brought him food.

"My name is Kai Smith. And this is my wife Gerda Smith.

We are here to hear out your story. We want to believe you, so please, no lies. I have been part of a curse. A piece of glass was once stuck in my eye, and the snow queen had entrapped me. I know about the lost seas organization, they helped rid of the snow queen. So please, Prince, give us hope. Will we recover queen Elsa?" Kai stared at him with hope in his eyes. "Elsa Is a good young lady, troubled with the powers of a dangerous force."

"They crowned me their Prince."

Kai nodded, so he was a part of them.

"Elsa is now entrapped in the sirens body, she's transferring herself to Elsa's own. I have three nights to kill the siren. I'm the only one who can do it."

"How can we trust you?" Gerda questioned him, her eyes full of fear. "Will you harm our queen?"

Hans grunted, for that mistake he'd commited everyone would question him.

"If I save the queen, I rid of my own curse."

"Absolutely not." Jet Rhyus head of the guardsmen stood, his hand slamming on the hardwood table. "He cannot be let free."

"May I remind you, Jet, that when none of their Royal Highness are present I am the one in charge?"

Jet ground his teeth. His face scorching rage. "I will come with him."

Suddenly the doors burst open, ten nobles standing behind each other. "Is the council the last to know of everything!" Guenevere, a small woman with giant hips and small waist screamed at the guardsman. "Queen Elsa is lost, there is an eternal winter going on. Our crops... everything is going to the garbage."

"I knew having her as queen would result in nothing but trouble."

"She's uncontrollable."

"The late king should have never of accepted her as heiress!"

"Where is princess Anna!?"

"None of them are capable of being royals."

"Breed with them to make good kings and queens."

"Quiet!" Kai burst out of rage. This council needed to learn how to respect instead of question or criticize the way the crown was handling things. Now, they didn't know what was going on.

"Before you all speak, have the decency to ask what is happening."

"Oh, and exactly what is happening!?" Deven, a tall thin council member asked Kai. His glasses falling out of his face.

"The queen is under a curse." Anna burst through the doors with Sven Olaf and Kristoff in tow.

"What do we do then your majesty!?" Guenevere spoke up, her voice filled with worry.

"We must quickly resolve this or our crops will not be saved in time."

Anna eyed the council viciously making all ten of them stand perfectly erect like soldiers.

"We need Prince Hans."

The doors to the dungeon burst open, Anna walking in with Kai, Jet, Gerda, Kristoff and Olaf in tow.

"Can you all stop being so dramatic?" The Prince stood from his laying position, and shook his head.

Jet opened the door to Hans cell and stepped inside. "Where is she!?" The guard gripped Hans from his brown shirt, lifting him a good two feet from the ground.

"Put me down. I know where she is. But I have to do it alone."

"You dirty sonova-" Kristoff grabbed Anna before she could go after Hans.

"Ask your little troll. He knows that what I say is true."

Anna began towards Hans again only to be stopped by Kristoff again. "you're the only one that can save her, but only because you have no feelings. Your heart is full of darkness. You're not capable of feeling anything, there's no other reason!"

"You offend me princess Anna. I am capable of feelings."

Hans pushed Jet away from him, and brushed past the five people that were hoping he would bring Elsa back.

"I'll be back in two nights time."