Chapter 1
Being the 13th born son of the southern isles, I was ignored. I was shut out. My 12 older brothers always left me out of everything. I was just the spare brother.
"Hans. Get in here now." Oh crap. My mother was a cold, ruthless woman who never cared for me. "Yes ma'am, you called for me" I said as cool and calm as possible. "Hans, what is this mess. What have you been up to." She was pissed. But the maid just cleaned my room. "Sorry mother. I'll get right on it". She shot me a cold look and off she went. I was the weakling but then again, I was only 13. My life was just starting. In a rough, rough, rough way.
10 years later...
I finally get to leave. My brothers and parents weren't invited. So I'm alone. I'm free. I'm off to Arendelle. To possibly steal the heart of a possible wife. I sold my soul to the devil for sideburns. And I have to admit, I'm not that stupid little weakling anymore. I am Prince Hans of the Southern isles. Hear me roar.
The boat set course for the closest kingdom. I sat in the throne room of my ship. What if I'm not good enough for the queen? I am the 13th born son of a broke kingdom.
Wow. Arendelle. It's beautiful. The symbol of rebirth hangs everywhere in this kingdom. People dance around spring poles. The sun shines brightly everywhere. What a gorgeous, happy kingdom. A large man greets me at the dock. "Welcome to Arendelle" he says. I would be one lucky guy to rule this kingdom. But I know that the queen is impossible and no one is getting anywhere with her. Hmm... Maybe the princess is my best shot. My horse, sitron, walks beside me. Who is this girl who's running around singing? I jump on sitron and ride him to the docks. I take a better look and inch forward. As soon as I do that, the bizarre girl who was singing earlier bumps into my horse and falls into a boat. Before she falls into the fjord, Sitron holds the boat in place with his leg. "Oh I'm so sorry! Are you ok?!" I say, actually concerned with her mental health. "No! no! I'm fine! I'm great... Actually.." She says in a sweet tone. "Oh thank goodness" I say relieved. "Oh I'm Prince Hans of the southern isles." I say. "Oh! oh! I'm princess Anna of Arendelle!" She says. Every word she says makes her even more attractive. "Princess? My lady". Jackpot.
