Chapter 17

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“Hans?” I asked.  “Hans who?”

“Hans,” Anna answered.  “Prince of the Southern Isles.  Last time Elsa and I saw him, he tried to murder the both of us.”

“So he’s not very good.”

“Evil.”

“How exactly are we going to get to the Southern Isles?”

“On a boat, it’s only a short drive.”

Anna walked towards the harbor and boarded one of the boats.  She went over to the steering wheel, and started it up.  The boat started to pull away from Arendelle Harbor.

The drive was fairly quiet.  Anna was stressing out too much to speak.  I stared at the horizon, waiting for land to appear.  After about fifteen minutes, land could be seen from the horizon.  Anna steered the boat towards the island and docked it in the harbor. 

“Come on,” Anna said, “Hans is probably in the manor.”

“The manor?” I questioned.  “Shouldn’t he live in a castle?”

“The Southern Isles is very rich, so each of the princes has his manor on each of the twelve biggest islands.  The king lives in the castle on the biggest island, Kongelig Island.”

“How do you know this much about him?”

“You learn a lot after courting someone for a day.”

“You dated him?  I thought he tried to murder you!”

“Yes, it’s a long story.  Now come, we must sneak in the back door.”

Anna walked around to the back of the manor.  Luckily, there was a backdoor that had been left unguarded.  Anna tried to pull it open, but it wouldn’t move.

“Darn, it’s locked,” she said.

Anna reached into her hair and pulled out a hair clip.  She twisted it into the lock until there was a click sound.  She pulled out the clip and opened the door.

“Hans is such an amateur,” she smirked.

I followed her into the manor.  Because the manor was located on a hill, we entered on the lowest level, the dungeon.  Who puts a door in the dungeon?  This manor was really badly planned out. 

“Hello?” a voice asked. 

“Elsa!” Anna shouted, thinking that was who the voice belonged to.

“Anna!” the voice responded, it must have been Elsa!

The dungeon was very empty.  We walked all the way to the back to find Elsa’s cell, and none of the others were filled.

Elsa looked tired and frightened.  She was locked in the cell, and managed to get up to greet Anna and me.

“Elsa!” Anna gasped.  “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, but why did you come here?”

“I needed to rescue you.”

“As much as I thank you, you shouldn’t have come.”

“Of course I should have come!  You need to be freed!  You need to come back to Arendelle!  You can’t live here with Hans forever!”

“Anna, you don’t understand.  You need to go.”

“I’m not leaving without you Elsa!”

Suddenly there was a noise, a small noise, but still a noise.  There was something moving, and it was here with us. 

“Um, did you hear that?” I interrupted.

Anna and Elsa stopped their bickering and went silent.  There it was again.  It almost sounded like footsteps.

“This is what I’ve been trying to tell you,” Elsa whispered.  “It’s a-”

“Trap,” an ominous male voice finished.

Anna and I quickly separated to hide.  She when into the cell next Elsa, and I hid behind the wall of Elsa’s cell. 

“Princess Anna, how nice of you to come here,” he said, stepping into the light. 

The voice belonged to a man with brown hair and hazel eyes.  He wasn’t overly tall, but still taller than both Anna and Elsa.  He wore fancy clothing, so I figured he must be some sort of aristocrat.

“Why don’t you stay a while,” he finished, slamming the door to the cell Anna was hiding in.

“Hans!” she shouted, coming into view.  “Why are you doing this!  Let Elsa and me go!”

“Isn’t it obvious?” he asked.  “I’m taking over Arendelle.”

“You can’t do this!” Anna screamed.

“Yes, I can.  You and Elsa are in a cage.  There is no one to stop me.”

With that, Hans walked out the door, probably towards the docks to drive to Arendelle.  Once I was sure he was gone, I came out of my hiding spot. 

“What are we going to do?” I asked.

“Here,” Anna said, slipping her hair pin through the bars of the cage, try unlocking it. 

I stuck the pin in the lock, but it wouldn’t go in.  The lock was made differently from the back door. 

“It won’t work!” I said.

“Try harder, shove it in,” Anna suggested.

I pushed it in with all the force I could make.  I heard a snap and looked down at my hands.  The clip had broken in half. 

“I’m sorry, Anna,” I stammered, “the clip broke.”

“It’s fine,” she replied, “I have a billion of those at home, let’s try a different plan.”

“Anna, there’s nothing we can do, Hans outsmarted us this time,” Elsa said.  “We’re stuck here.”

“So you’re just going to let Hans take over Arendelle?” Anna shouted.

“That’s really all we can do.  Arendelle doesn’t have a ruler.”

“Actually, you are wrong,” I said.  “Arendelle has me.”

“Lisa, we couldn’t let you go back there,” Elsa protested.

“Hans is a murderer!” Anna added.

“Listen, I know that I haven’t been here very long, and I know that I am not the perfect princess, but I also know that a princess would do anything to save her kingdom, so I’m going to save Arendelle.”

“Ok,” Anna sighed, “you’re right, but you don’t have a way to get back.  You can’t drive a boat.”

“Actually,” Elsa said perking up, “I may be able to solve that problem. I have some connections here in the Southern Isles.”

“Who’s that?” I asked.

“King Justin, Hans’s eldest brother.”

“Oh your boyfriend,” Anna teased.

“Anna!  How many times do I have to tell you, he is NOT my boyfriend!”

“Oh sure he is, you just won’t admit it.”

“Well, whoever he is, King Justin, where do I find him?” I asked, intervening.

“He’ll be in his castle,” Elsa answered.  “It’s on Kongelig Island.  The biggest one.  The easiest way to get there is the monorail.  When you get to the castle, ask to speak with him, tell him I sent you.”

“See, you do love him,” Anna protested.

“Anna, enough!”

“Ok,” I said.  “Ride the monorail to the castle on Kongelig Island, speak to Justin at the castle, tell him you sent me.”

“Yes,” Elsa assured me.

“Oh, and here’s a tip,” Anna added, “always call him King Justin, only Elsa’s allowed to call him ‘Justin.’  He demands respect from everybody except his lovebird.”

“He is not my ‘lovebird!’”

“Well, I’ll get going,” I said, stepping towards the door.

“Good luck Lisa,” Elsa stopped fighting with Anna, “and remember to be quick, time is not on your side.”

“Have fun with Elsa’s boyfriend!” Anna chimed in as I stepped outside.

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