Hans: The Story Behind Frozen's Villain

Chapter 2

Hans woke up in his bed the next morning. A swollen lump remained on the side of his head, throbbing when he touched it. Hans got out of bed and headed towards the mirror, trying to get a better view of Martin's damage. A splotch of dried blood remained next to his eye, just another reminder that when his brothers attacked, blood was drawn. The palace doctor hadn't even bothered cleaning up his face a bit. Hans held back another round of tears - something he seemed to do more often than usual - and flopped back onto his bed. His gray comforter seemed to swallow him whole as his small body curled into a ball, making him feel smaller than he ever felt before.

"Why can't they love me," he whispered, "all I ever want is to be loved." Tears began to stream down Hans' face. He couldn't hold them in anymore. Anger, sorrow, and agony spilled out of the eight yeas old as he remebered every single thing his brothers ever did to him. There was that one time Erik tried to poison him at dinner because Hans had tried to sit in Erik's girlfriend's seat. Oh, and those three brothers had been ignoring him for multiple years now. And when Martin beat Hans up so hard there was a dent and a few blood splatters on the wall, but his mom yelled at him for causing the mess instead of Martin. There was also an instance where the twins Morten and Magnus slammed Hans into the window so hard that a huge gash opened on his back. Hans still had the scar.

Enough was enough, Hans decided. As soon as he got the chance, he would leave the Southern Isles for good. Hans never wanted to rule there anyway. The Southern Isles were no place for him, all his brothers already had their places and the summers became way too warm. When the time came, he would escape and never look back. Ever.