Control

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He never truly considered himself as evil, no he was just resourceful.

Yes he did ruin his own plan by pursuing the younger, more naïve, of the two sisters instead of following his original intention of coming to Arendelle, thinking that the Princess would serve as a shortcut for him, one that did not cost him as much time seeing how she took in his every word so easily. Yet it was before it was revealed to everyone that the Queen wielded magic, one capable of freezing the entire kingdom with a snap of her fingers.

The situation required him to improvise even more, but it was nothing he hasn't done before; his entire life has been him improvising as he go, to tip-toe and avoid points that would cause him trouble either from his many brothers or from his own father, it was his way of life.

Thus, when Anna had returned back to Arendelle, shivering and freezing as she slowly turning into an actual ice, demanding for him to kiss her as an act of true love that could somehow save her, he knew her fate was sealed. Because he didn't love her, and neither was she to him, it was only in her mind that she did as she was desperate for someone, anyone, that she had accepted his marriage proposal without even a pause.

Well, he must admitted that betraying her by not kissing her, instead of doing so and proving that it would not work, was a little cruel. But honestly, his brothers' faces were the ones he was seeing at the time, how he wished he had that power against them, and he had let himself enjoy it a little too much.

Now that he has left Anna in the hands of time, he moved on to the other sister.

The cold, ice wielding, Queen that has ran to leave her kingdom to fall into the depth of unforgiving winter for her own freedom.

He had no idea how he could possibly make her stop the winter, he wasn't even sure that she could, seeing that even her own sister was unable to, and it left him with only one idea in mind.

To stop something he had to get rid of the source.

Though, as he held his sword above his head, ready to strike the mourning Queen below him to end the winter once and for all, he could not bring himself to swing it.

Yet perhaps there was a way, no matter how complicated it may be.

Only an act of true love could save me. It was what Anna had said to him, and if he had to take a wild guess, should it work then somehow it could rid of the ice in her heart. Perhaps Elsa was just one giant heart that needed thawing; the only difference was that he actually had the time to work on it.

He was coming back to his original plan, after all.

Sheathing his sword back, he had lowered himself into one knee, one hand resting on the Queen's back, and despite the glove he was wearing coldness still bit him from her very own skin, yet he paid no mind to it. "My Queen," her head remained lowered as she cried frozen tears for her sister, prompting him to gather her in his arms before he lifted her up, and her arm slipped around his neck as her face buried against his chest.

She was far too shaken up to even understand what was happening.

He carried her back to the castle, and her hold had only tightened when the Duke has spoken, questioning his reason of bringing her back despite the fact that she was a monster. Yet it was her kingdom and she belonged there, no matter what she or whoever else might think.

"You declared for the Queen to be sentenced-"

"Please," he had interjected as he gave a stern look to one of the dignitaries that had started to speak up. "Could you not see the pain Her Majesty is in after the death of her sister? She is not a heartless monster." He carried her away then, ignoring the bombardment of questions from the men, not even the subject of the wedding vow he had exchanged with Anna could stop his feet from bringing her into one of the guest bedchambers in the castle, slamming the door behind him before he gently placed her onto the bed.

"I never meant for any of this to happen." Her voice was quiet, like a small child, a terrified one, as she looked up at him with wide fearful eyes. Frost began to form on the sheets where her hand had rested, where her fingers had curled around it as her lips trembled.

"I know." He sat by her side despite the clear presentation of her power and how easily it could come out, taking her hand and pried it off and away from the sheets so he could properly hold it. "You are a good person, Your Majesty."

She did not flinch when he pulled her back into her arms, a little tense perhaps but she did not recoil, and despite how cold she felt, he did not let go. Support was what she needed, desperately itching for it even when she said nothing of it, and he could tell that he had done the exact thing when she softened in his embrace, even when just a little.

"I believe you would be able to end this winter, and I would be there by your side, this is my promise to you."