DONT READ UNLESS YOU WANT CANCER

I APOLOGIZE FOR EVERYTHING

"Welcome back, evil bro!"

Hans tried to run from what evils his oldest brother had planned, but Will jumped on his younger brother and noogied him before he could do anything. "Get off of me, Will."

Will smiled impishly. "I heard that you tried to steal Arendale and got kicked out. Oh, and the twins are looking for you."

Before Hans could come up with an answer, his golden haired cousins burst in the room. Bradley and Ford ran over to Hans as soon as they saw him. "Hans!!! We missed you!!"

The twins fussed over him, asking him about what had happened. "What happened in Arendelle?" "We heard about something happening there, and they said your name!"

Hans blushed a deep crimson. "I-I don't want to talk about it..."

The twins started up again, but before they could, Sam waltzed in. "Oh, if it isn't Hans! Father wants to speak with you. Something about reclaiming your honor or something...? Anyway, I have to go compose more now. Mother wants me to make a sonata for her tea party tomorrow! Ta ta!"

Hans grimaced. Great, now Dad's mad at me too. What does he want? "Okay, you all can say hi to me later. I have to talk to Dad."

Hans slipped out of the room and down the hall leading to the throne room. "Reclaiming my honor? All of my twelve brothers probably don't have to do this..."

He reached the massive pearly doors leading to his father's room. He stared at it for a second, rehearsing what to say to his father mentally before opening the doors. "D-dad?"

His father and mother sat on the throne opposite him, brown beard prominent on his face. Seeing Hans made him furrow his thick, bushy eyebrows. His mother spoke up first, her blonde hair resting atop her head in a bun. "Son. We've heard about Arendale."

Uh oh. Hans straightened his back and plastered on one of his charming smiles. "I would have thought you would, since as you rule most of the-"

His father stood up, gripping his scepter in his right hand hand. Hans' mother gave him an apologetic smile as the king thundered on. "Do not patronize me with your sweet talk. I've had you banned from the Seven Isles. Leave this place and do not return."

Hans stood there in silence. He was banned from his own home? His mother cleared his throat and turned to his father.. "George... Let's think this through first before we act..."

The king ignored his mother and turned his back to Hans. "I've made up my mind, and you cannot change it. I refuse to be associated with anyone who is a thief."

Hans reached out to his father, and words spilled from his lips faster than he could process them. "But father, where will I go? No other kingdom will take me in, and I'm not sure I'd live without ever seeing you again... Besides, you could always have me work in the castle as a servant! Please, Father!"

The king stopped. "That last bit... Say that again."

Hans cleared his throat, "Work as a servant...? Father, what are you-"

Hans' mother could tell what the king was thinking, and she added on. "As punishment for what he did, he could work in the Arendelle castle for a month, no pay."

The king smiled. "Alright, Hans, you won't be banished. But in return, you must work for Queens Elsa and Anna in their castle for a month, no questions asked."

Hans swallowed a scream. Working for them? ...But it was better than being banished... "Okay."

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The next day, Hans had packed all of the stuff his father would allow him to take - a shirt and a pair of pants - into a bag and set off for Arendelle once again. He looked down at the note fluttering in his hand as the smell of fish and sea salt hit his nose.

The days on the boat passed quickly, and before he knew it, he was back in Arendelle. Almost immediately, someone yelled, "It's Hans! Get him!" and a group of rabid people jumped on him.

He escaped, barely making it to the castle. He wiped his brow and handed the note to the guard. "Hi... My father needs you to have this."

The guard read it over and looked at Hans dubiously before giving Hans the note and leading him inside, through the castle, and to the throne room.

A smell like mint hit him when he walked in, and he could see Anna and Elsa ice skating with pillows strapped on their chests, bumping into each other every few minutes. Anna noticed him and screamed, and started hitting him with her pillow. "What are you doing here?!"

Hans raised his hands in surrender. "My dad sent me to work here for a month, no pay! I have a note to prove it!"

He pulled it out and handed it to Anna. She read it. "Oh, so that's... Hmm... Alright then! First off, you are not Hans anymore, you are... Jack Winter. Your first job is to clean up this ice!"

Elsa frowned and started to object, but Anna leaned over and whispered something to her. Elsa's frown deepened, and she spoke aloud, "Anna, that's just mean. Hans, could you clean the observatory for me?"

Hans nodded. "Okay. Where is it?"

"Upstairs and to your right."

Hans bowed, mimicking what he had seen his servants do, and went where Elsa told him to. Only, the area where he was supposed to go wasn't the observatory, but the storage room. Confused, he stopped a butler that was walking past. "Hey, buddy, could you tell me where the observatory is?"

The butler shook off his touch and said, "My name is Alfred, not 'buddy,' and we don't have a observatory."

Hans felt his anger rising, but he managed to keep his poker face on. "Oh, okay. Elsa - er, the Queen told me to clean it, but if it doesn't exist, then I guess there's no point..."

Alfred sighed. "Those two sisters love to pull pranks on people, especially new workers. But I do have a job for you to do. Run downstairs and tell the Queen that the trap has been laid. And if they ask, tell them the room is clean."

Hans ushered out a breath of relief before dashing back down the stairs and into the throne room. "Excuse me, Els - Queen Elsa, Alfred told me to tell you that the trap has been laid."

The two sisters looked at him, Elsa clearly at a loss for words. Anna answered, "But what about the observatory? Is it clean?"

Hans smiled. "Yes, and I was going to start working on the other rooms, but Alfred told me to run down here first."

Anna blinked, confused. Elsa cleared her throat awkwardly. "... Okay... Could you then, uh... Help the cook named Cook?"

Hans bowed respectfully. Sure, because you don't have one. "Yes, I'll get on it right now. Anything else?"

Anna tapped her chin. "Ask Sergio to help with the garden."

Hans raced off to do what the princesses told him, only to find out that they were even more ridiculous tasks. He found out that the was a cook named Cook, but that he hated when others messed up even the smallest detail in a dish. Sergio the gardener was a little too attached to his plants, but somehow, he finished both tasks by the end of the day without losing it.

He was just walking to the servant's area when Alfred pulled him aside. "Hey, you're Hans, correct? I just wanted to let you know that the queens rigged your bed to dump water on you. I would suggest sleeping outside tonight. There's a house next to the horse stables."

Hans smiled, but on the inside he was fuming. First these stupid tasks, and now a bucket of water? This is getting aggravating. "Thanks for letting me know, Alfred."

He found the house easily enough and ended up sleeping there. Day after day, Hans was subjected to even more ridiculousness from the Queen and the princess, but he ended up making strong friendships with Alfred, Sergio, and a meek little scullery maid named Tiffany.

Finally, the last day of work had come. Hans was overjoyed. "Finally, I'm done."

He finished everything that needed to be done in record time, and he helped everyone with their jobs as well. Hans was so happy to finally be done, and he left the castle with a smile on his face and a heart several times bigger than it had been before.

(Okay so I know this SUCKED but I can't Frozen well. Or at ALL.)