"Hey! Hey guys! Does anybody want to play-"

"You're so bad at this! You're never gonna catch me!"

"Oh, yes I will! Take that!" Henry took a dramatic swing at younger brother, Hudson, with a sword.

"Guys! Don't you want to p-"

"Oh, would you shut up already?" The eldest of the brothers, Hammond, looked up from his book. He had stood in the corner of the room, leaning against the wall and watching as ten of his younger brothers raced around the ballroom. Some fought with wooden swords, some played chess, and others preferred to race around in a game of tackle tag.

"If I've said it once, Hans, I'm pretty sure you've heard it before. Nobody. Cares." With an irritated glare, he pulled his novel back in front of his face, leaving Hans standing there alone.

"Well… Well… you know what? Fine! Ignore me! That's okay!" Hans was only five, but he had spent a good bit of time being shoved around. Being the youngest, he was a victim of bullying and being flat out ignored by all of his older brothers.

"Oh, Just lighten up!" Havard laughed, shoving Hans as he ran by.

"Stop pushing me!" He cried out as he tried to catch his balance.

"Oooh, what are you gonna do about it? Tell mom?"

"Ooooohhh!" And mocking chorus followed Havard's insult.

"She won't do anything and you know it. You're just a little twerp. Nobody even likes you."

"Yea! We didn't even need another brother."

Hans looked around the room. Their insults molded to the form of a roaring ocean. He roughly brushed away tears with the collar of his coat.

"Aww, are you gonna cry? Are you gonna go cry to mom? Oh wait! She won't care!"

"It's too bad nobody loves you." With that, several of the boys laughed. Hans, feeling plenty deflated, ran out of the room trying to hide the tears. The cruel laughter followed him out the door. It wasn't long before he ran right into the second oldest brother, Homer.

Distracted from his book for a moment, he looked up to see who had bumped into him. But seeing it was only Hans, he shrugged and turned back to his book, pushing the door aside and going in the room with the rest of the boys.

Truly hurt by being ignored and bullied, he ran all the way up the stairs, into his room, and slammed the door before scrambling up on his bed to cry. After a good hard sob, he brushed off his face with a blanket. Although it accomplished little, as his face had become hot and sticky.

He sat there for a moment, allowing himself to become angry. He then stood, going over to the dresser and fumbling through the drawers.

"You want to ignore me? Fine. You're going to treat me like I don't matter? Fine!" He pulled out a little pair of gloves, pulling them onto his hands.

"I'll make you notice me. Just you wait. One day, you'll all notice me."

"Prince Hans? We are about to take port in Arenedelle." Hans was roughly pulled out of his thoughts.

'U-Oh. Very good. Thank you sir." He stood from the bench where he sat, trying to shove aside all of the thoughts. Somehow they continued to linger.

"I am taking a very big chance, you know. I mean, honestly, Hans. You are not exactly the… best, person who could be sent. Some of your brothers are far better suited for-"

"Mother, please. I know. Just. Give me this chance! Give me this one chance to prove myself!"

"I already know you hardly stand a chance. But please. Do NOT ruin everything. At least TRY to gain trust and respect from the princess and the queen. We need this."

"Mother, I promise. I can show you. I can prove to you that I'm better than you all think I am! I can do this I swear!"

"You had better be right. Do NOT make me regret this."

"Prince Hans!"

"Yes?" He jerked his head, turning to look at the captain's assistant.

"Daydreaming again, are we?" The man smirked.

"Only momentarily," He muttered.

"Ah, well. I was sent to tell you we are about to lower the gangplank. It was assumed you would want to be the first one out."

"Oh. Right. Of course." Hans stood, adjusting the collar of his shirt and running his fingers through his hair. Pulling his shoulders back, he strode off to the direction of the gangplank. He collected his thoughts, preparing himself for what was ahead. His goal? To win a kingdom.

Upon stepped down on dry land, he was presented with his horse. He surveyed the busy little kingdom, momentarily dreaming of a day when he ruled his own kingdom. A day when his family was proven wrong. The day he accomplished greatness.

After mounting his horse, he headed in the direction of the castle, hoping to mingle with the staff and make a good impression on the people. He went over plans in his head. Things to say, mostly. He muttered to himself, hardly paying attention to his surroundings anymore. But as he and his horse rounded the corner, they came to a startling halt as a young girl ran out in front of them.

With a cry of surprise, the impact sent her sailing into a nearby rowboat. The boat slid forward, threatening to drop her into the water. He quickly urged his horse forward, catching the boat with a hoof.

"Hey!"

"Oh! Oh!" In one sweeping motion, Hans jumped down from his horse and rushed forward. "I'm so sorry. Are you alright, miss?" He leaned forward, holding out his hand to her.

For a moment, she just stared at him with her lively blue eyes. She admired his face silently before taking his hand. "Yea, I'm fine. Thank you…?"

"Prince Hans of the southern isles," He responded, gently pulling her up from the bottom of the boat.

"Princess Anna of Arenedelle," she said with a smile.

"Princess? My lady." Hans automatically bowed, ashamed of himself for starting off so poorly. Unfortunately, the horse bowed with his owner, lowering the boat towards the water. The royals both fell into the back of the boat. Seeing the mistake, the intelligent horse quickly put a hoof back down, lurching the little boat back up at a parallel.

"Sorry! So Sorry. This is awkward. I mean. Not your awkward, it's just, I'm awkward. You're gorgeous- wait, what?" Anna struggled to sit up and smooth out her skirt.

"I would like to formally apologize for hitting the princess with my horse, and for every moment after."

"Oh, no no. It's fine. I mean, if you had hit my sister… yeesh." Anna smiled, grabbing hold of a nearby post and pulling herself out of the boat and back on the dock. "But lucky for you, it's just me."

"Just you, huh?" Hans stood, turning to watch her.

"Just me." For a moment, they stood, smiling at each other. Soon the faint sounds of bells drifted in their direction.

"...the bells… the bells! The coronation! Oh, I have to go. I should go. Bye!" With that, Anna spun around, dashing back in the direction of the castle. Hans smiled, watching her go.

"Maybe things will work out… Maybe I can still fix things…"