HANS:
I'll start with the beginning.
I mean, that's where stories usually start, right? The beginning?
Anyway.
My name is Prince Hans I of the Southern Isles. I'm the youngest of thirteen burly, redheaded brothers. Naturally, I was neglected and isolated because of this disadvantage; I would never inherit the throne. Mother and Father hoped to use me as a mechanism, hungry for more power...when they heard the news that a young queen was to be crowned in Arendelle, they sent me to represent our kingdom, and potentially win the hand of the (queen preferably) or the Princess.
But we all know what really happened, don't we?
And now, here I am, rotting away in the confinements of this cell, barely surviving off bread crusts and withering in my own shame. I don't know what overcame me, maybe it was ambition, maybe it was the effect of the neglect I endured for all those years, but whatever it was, I repent. I regret it all with every fiber in my being. Sometimes I wish I could just end it. I wish that I could just let it all bleed out, and let my soul finally be free from all this guilt, but then, that would be giving up.
And I can't let them win.
I will be king.
Someday...
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Ice Burns
FanfictionIt's a few years since the Great Thaw in Arendelle, and Elsa decides to forgive Hans and absolve him of his crimes. When Anna is kidnapped by Hans' eldest brother, the two must work together to save her.
