June 17, Night Time
Today I left the Southern Isles to get another chance for the throne. On a ship addressed as "The Jakson", I am sailing to Arendelle, a Norwegian kingdom. There, Princess Elsa will be crowned ruler. I will somehow charm the soon to be queen, somehow put her to death, and rule a kingdom. Oh, what a dream... To be a beloved ruler!
Some of my brothers got that luxury. Aleksander, the oldest brother out of my family's 13 sons, did for certain. He had been coronated as soon as my Mother had died. My mother had died when I was only but of seven years, and Aleksander was of 26. I don't know how old my mother was, nor do I care. When my brothers would tease me, she would NEVER tell them to stop. When I would show my love for her...
"Oh Hans," she would say in a compassionate and caring voice. And then, every word that fell out was unbelievable as a child. She would smirk and say seriously, to my astonishment, "If only anyone loved you."
She told me that all the time. Those were the last words she ever said to me, and I will NEVER forget that. I shall not speak about her to any other person. The only person who actually showed sincerity was the eighth oldest in the family, Nikolai. We would always have sword fights, and run around the ballroom, playing the usual games children play. He always said we will be buddies forever- but that was a promise he just couldn't keep. He went into arranged marriage at age 16 by order of my oldest brother, Aleksander. He left to take the throne of... where ever he lives now. I have never been able to contact him since.
Enough with the reminiscing.
I am hearing people talk on the deck above. They are saying such as "Princess Elsa is a stern one.... I'll be shocked if she'll ever find a suitor WILLING to take her." That scares me.
I need to sleep. It is way past dark. The captain said we should be on the shore of Arendelle by tomorrow, midday. Now, if only I can get the stubborn one to marry me...
June 18, Early morning
Today is the glorious day! We arrived safely on the shore of Arendelle, and a few hours early. I'm looking handsomer than ever, and I'm ready to take my crown.
While I'm righting this, I'm hearing more talk about the princess, and it's only sounding harder and harder to have her want to marry me. Hopefully this will work out like I plan.
June 18, Midday
The most amazing thing happened.
While on the dock of the fjord, riding upon my horse, a girl, probably of 17 or 18 years, jumped in my way. She was knocked in to a fishing boat, which almost fell into the fjord. The horse put its front legs into the boat, saving it from falling in water. She was thrown to the back of the boat. The red head then spoke up.
"Hey! watch where you're-"
She looked into my eyes.
I jumped off my horse and went to help her up. I could see the lust in her blueish-green eyes. Yet she was blind to the fiery hatred in mine.
"My lady," I said to her, in a sincere voice, "Apologies from myself, knocking you into a fjord, and every moment after."
"Hello!" She beamed.
We exchanged glances.
"I'm Prince Hans, of the Southern Isles."
"Princess Anna, of Arendelle."
I smiled. Could it be? An answer to my prayers?
"Princess?" She nodded.
I bowed, and for some reason, my horse began to take his hoofs off the boat, and Anna was thrown to the front of the boat. And then, I fell on HER. My horse then stepped back in the boat, and then I was the one who fell back, and she landed back on me. Although she acted embarrassed, I can tell she liked it. When she started to get up, she mumbled something, but she ended up calling me gorgeous.
"You're lucky you bumped into me... If it would have been my sister, Elsa, she..."
The naive princess trailed off, and mumbled some more.
"She's a stick in the mud. But it's just me."
"Just you?"
Anna's face was red. "I'm sorry, I would love to stay and talk, but I have to get back. Sorta my sister's coronation."
"Okay. I guess I will see you around."
