Queen Elsa of Arendelle

RP and Ask Blog for Queen Elsa of Arendelle. Mun is 30+. Mature and NSFW Themes unfit for those under 18. Not accepting new RP partners, but will happily answer any asks.

[frostflowerangel]

The is a Helsa blog There will be smut. A lot of it. Mun and partner are 30+ There will be kink. If you have questions regarding which ones will be explored, feel to ask on anon.

[frostflowerangel]

The scent of blood hung heavy in the air as Klaus Westergaard the tenth prince of the Southern Isles quietly crept through the dungeon below the castle. Moonlight through the small windows the cells he passed the only light in the seemingly infinite darkness. Each step was soft and deliberate as not to wake the guards (which he had drugged with a sleeping potion in coffee he had brought them) or any occupants.

Klaus had no choice. He had ran out of all legal options. The king had overridden every motion, every verdict.

Hans had been locked away to rot, tortured and beaten by several of his brothers on many occasions, but what had happened earlier that day forced Klaus’ hand. It would be impossible for the youngest prince to survive another one.

With oil he had taken from the kitchen, Klaus lubricated the lock and the hinges of the door before sliding his skeleton key in and slowly turning it. Silently, he opened the door and stepped inside to find his brother bloody, bruised, and shivering.

“Hans,” Klaus softly whispered as he worked the locks on the shackles binding Hans’ wrists and ankles, “I need you to wake, but remain quiet.” A dark cloak was wrapped around his youngest brother. “You are leaving. I have a boat waiting for you and a letter explaining the situation to those at your destination.”

____

“Your majesty!” A maid burst into the queen’s office, out of breath and wild eyed. “The docks! Important! Needed immediately!”

“Marie,” Elsa put down her pen and walked over to the woman, “take a breath and try again.”

“No! You! Docks! Now!”

___

“Captain Nilsen, what is going on?” Elsa with her small entourage of guards approached a small a ship surrounded by what seemed to be every other guard in the kingdom.

“Your majesty,” Captain Hadrian Nilsen was in his late twenties, handsome, with striking blue eyes and short, perfectly coiffed sandy blonde hair, “this is a delicate situation…”

“I want information, not excuses.” She flatly replied, not wanting to waste time.

“Of course, your majesty.” he flushed slightly. “Please, follow me, but I must warn you, this will be difficult.”

Elsa followed Captain Nilsen onboard and up to a large man that looked somewhat familiar.

“Your majesty,” the man bowed, “Lance Strongbow at your service.”

“Oh! You are friends with Prince Eugene, are you not?”

“I am, but, uh, he needs a doctor now.”

“Who?”

“Prince Hans.”

___

She clapped her hands over her mouth as she gasped in horror when she saw the prince covered partially in a cloak and dried blood; if she had not seen his chest moving she would have believed he was dead. “Get him out! Take him to the castle and get the doctor!”

“Your majesty, this is Prince Hans!” Captain Nilsen protested.

“I do not care who he is! I will not allow him to die like this! Take him carefully and do NOT let my sister see him or know he is here!”

“Yes, your majesty.” Nilsen raised his arm and gestured with his fingers above his shoulder for his men to move and follow the queen’s orders.

“Your majesty,” Lance handed an Elsa an envelope, “this is from Prince Klaus, his older brother. Please, read it when you can.”

___

Her Majesty Queen Elsa of Arendelle,

There is much I wish to say and ask, but I do not have the time. I have sent him to you to protect him from our family. I realize the gravity of what I ask, but plead for your mercy as an elder sibling trying to save his younger.

His life is your hands.

Prince Klaus S. Westergaard

[frostflowerangel]

“Can we focus on the task at hand instead of bickering like children?!” The queen yelled, trying to get both of them to stop acting like kids.

[frostflowerangel]

The scent of blood hung heavy in the air as Klaus Westergaard the tenth prince of the Southern Isles quietly crept through the dungeon below the castle. Moonlight through the small windows the cells he passed the only light in the seemingly infinite darkness. Each step was soft and deliberate as not to wake the guards (which he had drugged with a sleeping potion in coffee he had brought them) or any occupants.

Klaus had no choice. He had ran out of all legal options. The king had overridden every motion, every verdict.

Hans had been locked away to rot, tortured and beaten by several of his brothers on many occasions, but what had happened earlier that day forced Klaus’ hand. It would be impossible for the youngest prince to survive another one.

With oil he had taken from the kitchen, Klaus lubricated the lock and the hinges of the door before sliding his skeleton key in and slowly turning it. Silently, he opened the door and stepped inside to find his brother bloody, bruised, and shivering.

“Hans,” Klaus softly whispered as he worked the locks on the shackles binding Hans’ wrists and ankles, “I need you to wake, but remain quiet.” A dark cloak was wrapped around his youngest brother. “You are leaving. I have a boat waiting for you and a letter explaining the situation to those at your destination.”

____

“Your majesty!” A maid burst into the queen’s office, out of breath and wild eyed. “The docks! Important! Needed immediately!”

“Marie,” Elsa put down her pen and walked over to the woman, “take a breath and try again.”

“No! You! Docks! Now!”

___

“Captain Nilsen, what is going on?” Elsa with her small entourage of guards approached a small a ship surrounded by what seemed to be every other guard in the kingdom.

“Your majesty,” Captain Hadrian Nilsen was in his late twenties, handsome, with striking blue eyes and short, perfectly coiffed sandy blonde hair, “this is a delicate situation…”

“I want information, not excuses.” She flatly replied, not wanting to waste time.

“Of course, your majesty.” he flushed slightly. “Please, follow me, but I must warn you, this will be difficult.”

Elsa followed Captain Nilsen onboard and up to a large man that looked somewhat familiar.

“Your majesty,” the man bowed, “Lance Strongbow at your service.”

“Oh! You are friends with Prince Eugene, are you not?”

“I am, but, uh, he needs a doctor now.”

“Who?”

“Prince Hans.”

___

She clapped her hands over her mouth as she gasped in horror when she saw the prince covered partially in a cloak and dried blood; if she had not seen his chest moving she would have believed he was dead. “Get him out! Take him to the castle and get the doctor!”

“Your majesty, this is Prince Hans!” Captain Nilsen protested.

“I do not care who he is! I will not allow him to die like this! Take him carefully and do NOT let my sister see him or know he is here!”

“Yes, your majesty.” Nilsen raised his arm and gestured with his fingers above his shoulder for his men to move and follow the queen’s orders.

“Your majesty,” Lance handed an Elsa an envelope, “this is from Prince Klaus, his older brother. Please, read it when you can.”

___

Her Majesty Queen Elsa of Arendelle,

There is much I wish to say and ask, but I do not have the time. I have sent him to you to protect him from our family. I realize the gravity of what I ask, but plead for your mercy as an elder sibling trying to save his younger.

His life is your hands.

Prince Klaus S. Westergaard

[frostflowerangel]

“Oh! And if the ice will collect more from the air as it passes through! That could throw off the trajectory and require more force to compensate for the extra mass.”

[hornedhans]

“And exactly which direction the snow is headed..” Hans jotted down Elsa’s comments then pushed up his glasses with his free hand. “For all I know, that boulder you hit me with was a LOT bigger upon initial launch..”

[frostflowerangel]

“I think it had to have grown on the way over? I mean it came out an alphorn which isn’t that big.”

[hornedhans]

“It got BIGGER??” Hans balked at the comment, accidentally scratching his pen so hard over the paper that it ripped right through the page. “… aw shit.”

[frostflowerangel]

“It had to to be the size you describe since it came out of this,” she pointed to the alphorn she launched the snowball from.

[hornedhans]

Hans stared in disbelief, recalling the very day a mysterious ice boulder fell from the sky and sent him flying back into a pile of manure. It had to be at least his height in circumference when it struck him. He pushed up his glasses and looked to the alphorn once he brushed off the shock.

“Alright..” he coughed into his fist and deepened his voice to sound more manly. “Let’s… let’s get started then.”

[frostflowerangel]

Elsa blew lightly into the horn and a small snowball popped out and splatted against the cobblestone, “Okay, maybe a little more force than that, but I don’t want to cause any damage.”

[hornedhans]

“Angel, some damage is necessary.” Hans argued and stood up, adjusting his glasses again, looking like a romance novel hero. “It’s part of the experiment..”

[frostflowerangel]

She took a breath and hesitantly blew harder causing another snowball to launch out of the alphorn and fly across the bailey, growing in size, before landing on the fountain like a pierced olive.

[hornedhans]

A fresh pen was acquired and Hans began to jot down the first few test runs. Elsa experimented with her breathing that altered the sizing of the launched snowball. Each launch was sent flying towards the fountain, as it was a sturdy structure and there wasn’t the risk of hitting a passing horse near the range fence. It was almost noon, so the sun was high overhead and increased heat had to be factored in with each trajectory.

“Hey Sasquatch!” Hans cupped his hand and hollered to Kristoff on the other side. “How does it look over there??”

[frostflowerangel]

“Wet,” Kristoff flatly replied as he wiped some of the castoff snow from his face.

[hornedhans]

“Walk it off, blondie.” Hans waved a dismissive hand and turned back to the table to add more notes.

Green eyes narrowed as he considered the results. Red hair casually fell over his face which he slicked back. He then reached for his cup of coffee and stood proud and tall while taking a long sip. His Adam’s Apple bobbed with each drink, and he let out a sigh of satisfaction once he felt the caffeine enter his system.

[frostflowerangel]

He was just as dramatic as he was beautiful, “Clearly the snowball grows exponentially the farther it goes.” Elsa measured each of the snowballs and the distance they were launched. “Could it become dangerous if it goes too far? I mean if I sent one to Enchancia it might swallow the whole kingdom!”

[hornedhans]

“That wouldn’t be too great a loss..” Hans grumbled. At least he’d finally be rid of that shrill bratty princess with an obsessive crush on him.

[frostflowerangel]

“I don’t want to hurt anyone!” She stamped her foot in frustration creating a brief icy fractal pattern on the ground. “Or have to have to pay to rebuild a castle or other things…”

[hornedhans]

“Only joking, angel.” Hans raised his hands in self defense. “Only a joke, I promise-“

“HEY GUYS!” A shrill voice greeted from behind.

[frostflowerangel]

“Oh, hello, Anna, what brings you here?” Elsa smiled at the sight of her sister.

[hornedhans]

“Is it true?!” Anna stood on the tips of her toes to peek around Elsa. “Are you guys really launching giant snow balls across the field?!”

[frostflowerangel]

“There’s more to it, but, yes,” she sighed and rolled her eyes a bit. “I’m trying to see if I can…creatively export ice and snow.”

[hornedhans]

Anna stared blankly, tilting her head. She looked between Hans, Elsa, the array of launching equipment, and what appeared to be a very soaked and very annoyed Kristoff standing at what she assumed to be the target.

[frostflowerangel]

“I’m not aiming for him!” Elsa defended herself, “I’ve been aiming to the fountain! I just need to work on it…”

[hornedhans]

“He could use the shower though!” Hans loudly guffawed at his own joke.

[frostflowerangel]

“You were the first one she nailed with a snow ball, asshole!” Kristoff snapped back.

[frostflowerangel]

The scent of blood hung heavy in the air as Klaus Westergaard the tenth prince of the Southern Isles quietly crept through the dungeon below the castle. Moonlight through the small windows the cells he passed the only light in the seemingly infinite darkness. Each step was soft and deliberate as not to wake the guards (which he had drugged with a sleeping potion in coffee he had brought them) or any occupants.

Klaus had no choice. He had ran out of all legal options. The king had overridden every motion, every verdict.

Hans had been locked away to rot, tortured and beaten by several of his brothers on many occasions, but what had happened earlier that day forced Klaus’ hand. It would be impossible for the youngest prince to survive another one.

With oil he had taken from the kitchen, Klaus lubricated the lock and the hinges of the door before sliding his skeleton key in and slowly turning it. Silently, he opened the door and stepped inside to find his brother bloody, bruised, and shivering.

“Hans,” Klaus softly whispered as he worked the locks on the shackles binding Hans’ wrists and ankles, “I need you to wake, but remain quiet.” A dark cloak was wrapped around his youngest brother. “You are leaving. I have a boat waiting for you and a letter explaining the situation to those at your destination.”

____

“Your majesty!” A maid burst into the queen’s office, out of breath and wild eyed. “The docks! Important! Needed immediately!”

“Marie,” Elsa put down her pen and walked over to the woman, “take a breath and try again.”

“No! You! Docks! Now!”

___

“Captain Nilsen, what is going on?” Elsa with her small entourage of guards approached a small a ship surrounded by what seemed to be every other guard in the kingdom.

“Your majesty,” Captain Hadrian Nilsen was in his late twenties, handsome, with striking blue eyes and short, perfectly coiffed sandy blonde hair, “this is a delicate situation…”

“I want information, not excuses.” She flatly replied, not wanting to waste time.

“Of course, your majesty.” he flushed slightly. “Please, follow me, but I must warn you, this will be difficult.”

Elsa followed Captain Nilsen onboard and up to a large man that looked somewhat familiar.

“Your majesty,” the man bowed, “Lance Strongbow at your service.”

“Oh! You are friends with Prince Eugene, are you not?”

“I am, but, uh, he needs a doctor now.”

“Who?”

“Prince Hans.”

___

She clapped her hands over her mouth as she gasped in horror when she saw the prince covered partially in a cloak and dried blood; if she had not seen his chest moving she would have believed he was dead. “Get him out! Take him to the castle and get the doctor!”

“Your majesty, this is Prince Hans!” Captain Nilsen protested.

“I do not care who he is! I will not allow him to die like this! Take him carefully and do NOT let my sister see him or know he is here!”

“Yes, your majesty.” Nilsen raised his arm and gestured with his fingers above his shoulder for his men to move and follow the queen’s orders.

“Your majesty,” Lance handed an Elsa an envelope, “this is from Prince Klaus, his older brother. Please, read it when you can.”

___

Her Majesty Queen Elsa of Arendelle,

There is much I wish to say and ask, but I do not have the time. I have sent him to you to protect him from our family. I realize the gravity of what I ask, but plead for your mercy as an elder sibling trying to save his younger.

His life is your hands.

Prince Klaus S. Westergaard

[frostflowerangel]

“Oh! And if the ice will collect more from the air as it passes through! That could throw off the trajectory and require more force to compensate for the extra mass.”

[hornedhans]

“And exactly which direction the snow is headed..” Hans jotted down Elsa’s comments then pushed up his glasses with his free hand. “For all I know, that boulder you hit me with was a LOT bigger upon initial launch..”

[frostflowerangel]

“I think it had to have grown on the way over? I mean it came out an alphorn which isn’t that big.”

[hornedhans]

“It got BIGGER??” Hans balked at the comment, accidentally scratching his pen so hard over the paper that it ripped right through the page. “… aw shit.”

[frostflowerangel]

“It had to to be the size you describe since it came out of this,” she pointed to the alphorn she launched the snowball from.

[hornedhans]

Hans stared in disbelief, recalling the very day a mysterious ice boulder fell from the sky and sent him flying back into a pile of manure. It had to be at least his height in circumference when it struck him. He pushed up his glasses and looked to the alphorn once he brushed off the shock.

“Alright..” he coughed into his fist and deepened his voice to sound more manly. “Let’s… let’s get started then.”

[frostflowerangel]

Elsa blew lightly into the horn and a small snowball popped out and splatted against the cobblestone, “Okay, maybe a little more force than that, but I don’t want to cause any damage.”

[hornedhans]

“Angel, some damage is necessary.” Hans argued and stood up, adjusting his glasses again, looking like a romance novel hero. “It’s part of the experiment..”

[frostflowerangel]

She took a breath and hesitantly blew harder causing another snowball to launch out of the alphorn and fly across the bailey, growing in size, before landing on the fountain like a pierced olive.

[hornedhans]

A fresh pen was acquired and Hans began to jot down the first few test runs. Elsa experimented with her breathing that altered the sizing of the launched snowball. Each launch was sent flying towards the fountain, as it was a sturdy structure and there wasn’t the risk of hitting a passing horse near the range fence. It was almost noon, so the sun was high overhead and increased heat had to be factored in with each trajectory.

“Hey Sasquatch!” Hans cupped his hand and hollered to Kristoff on the other side. “How does it look over there??”

[frostflowerangel]

“Wet,” Kristoff flatly replied as he wiped some of the castoff snow from his face.

[hornedhans]

“Walk it off, blondie.” Hans waved a dismissive hand and turned back to the table to add more notes.

Green eyes narrowed as he considered the results. Red hair casually fell over his face which he slicked back. He then reached for his cup of coffee and stood proud and tall while taking a long sip. His Adam’s Apple bobbed with each drink, and he let out a sigh of satisfaction once he felt the caffeine enter his system.

[frostflowerangel]

He was just as dramatic as he was beautiful, “Clearly the snowball grows exponentially the farther it goes.” Elsa measured each of the snowballs and the distance they were launched. “Could it become dangerous if it goes too far? I mean if I sent one to Enchancia it might swallow the whole kingdom!”

[hornedhans]

“That wouldn’t be too great a loss..” Hans grumbled. At least he’d finally be rid of that shrill bratty princess with an obsessive crush on him.

[frostflowerangel]

“I don’t want to hurt anyone!” She stamped her foot in frustration creating a brief icy fractal pattern on the ground. “Or have to have to pay to rebuild a castle or other things…”

[hornedhans]

“Only joking, angel.” Hans raised his hands in self defense. “Only a joke, I promise-“

“HEY GUYS!” A shrill voice greeted from behind.

[frostflowerangel]

“Oh, hello, Anna, what brings you here?” Elsa smiled at the sight of her sister.

[hornedhans]

“Is it true?!” Anna stood on the tips of her toes to peek around Elsa. “Are you guys really launching giant snow balls across the field?!”

[frostflowerangel]

“There’s more to it, but, yes,” she sighed and rolled her eyes a bit. “I’m trying to see if I can…creatively export ice and snow.”

[hornedhans]

Anna stared blankly, tilting her head. She looked between Hans, Elsa, the array of launching equipment, and what appeared to be a very soaked and very annoyed Kristoff standing at what she assumed to be the target.

[frostflowerangel]

“I’m not aiming for him!” Elsa defended herself, “I’ve been aiming to the fountain! I just need to work on it…”

[frostflowerangel]

The scent of blood hung heavy in the air as Klaus Westergaard the tenth prince of the Southern Isles quietly crept through the dungeon below the castle. Moonlight through the small windows the cells he passed the only light in the seemingly infinite darkness. Each step was soft and deliberate as not to wake the guards (which he had drugged with a sleeping potion in coffee he had brought them) or any occupants.

Klaus had no choice. He had ran out of all legal options. The king had overridden every motion, every verdict.

Hans had been locked away to rot, tortured and beaten by several of his brothers on many occasions, but what had happened earlier that day forced Klaus’ hand. It would be impossible for the youngest prince to survive another one.

With oil he had taken from the kitchen, Klaus lubricated the lock and the hinges of the door before sliding his skeleton key in and slowly turning it. Silently, he opened the door and stepped inside to find his brother bloody, bruised, and shivering.

“Hans,” Klaus softly whispered as he worked the locks on the shackles binding Hans’ wrists and ankles, “I need you to wake, but remain quiet.” A dark cloak was wrapped around his youngest brother. “You are leaving. I have a boat waiting for you and a letter explaining the situation to those at your destination.”

____

“Your majesty!” A maid burst into the queen’s office, out of breath and wild eyed. “The docks! Important! Needed immediately!”

“Marie,” Elsa put down her pen and walked over to the woman, “take a breath and try again.”

“No! You! Docks! Now!”

___

“Captain Nilsen, what is going on?” Elsa with her small entourage of guards approached a small a ship surrounded by what seemed to be every other guard in the kingdom.

“Your majesty,” Captain Hadrian Nilsen was in his late twenties, handsome, with striking blue eyes and short, perfectly coiffed sandy blonde hair, “this is a delicate situation…”

“I want information, not excuses.” She flatly replied, not wanting to waste time.

“Of course, your majesty.” he flushed slightly. “Please, follow me, but I must warn you, this will be difficult.”

Elsa followed Captain Nilsen onboard and up to a large man that looked somewhat familiar.

“Your majesty,” the man bowed, “Lance Strongbow at your service.”

“Oh! You are friends with Prince Eugene, are you not?”

“I am, but, uh, he needs a doctor now.”

“Who?”

“Prince Hans.”

___

She clapped her hands over her mouth as she gasped in horror when she saw the prince covered partially in a cloak and dried blood; if she had not seen his chest moving she would have believed he was dead. “Get him out! Take him to the castle and get the doctor!”

“Your majesty, this is Prince Hans!” Captain Nilsen protested.

“I do not care who he is! I will not allow him to die like this! Take him carefully and do NOT let my sister see him or know he is here!”

“Yes, your majesty.” Nilsen raised his arm and gestured with his fingers above his shoulder for his men to move and follow the queen’s orders.

“Your majesty,” Lance handed an Elsa an envelope, “this is from Prince Klaus, his older brother. Please, read it when you can.”

___

Her Majesty Queen Elsa of Arendelle,

There is much I wish to say and ask, but I do not have the time. I have sent him to you to protect him from our family. I realize the gravity of what I ask, but plead for your mercy as an elder sibling trying to save his younger.

His life is your hands.

Prince Klaus S. Westergaard

[frostflowerangel]

“Oh! And if the ice will collect more from the air as it passes through! That could throw off the trajectory and require more force to compensate for the extra mass.”

[hornedhans]

“And exactly which direction the snow is headed..” Hans jotted down Elsa’s comments then pushed up his glasses with his free hand. “For all I know, that boulder you hit me with was a LOT bigger upon initial launch..”

[frostflowerangel]

“I think it had to have grown on the way over? I mean it came out an alphorn which isn’t that big.”

[hornedhans]

“It got BIGGER??” Hans balked at the comment, accidentally scratching his pen so hard over the paper that it ripped right through the page. “… aw shit.”

[frostflowerangel]

“It had to to be the size you describe since it came out of this,” she pointed to the alphorn she launched the snowball from.

[hornedhans]

Hans stared in disbelief, recalling the very day a mysterious ice boulder fell from the sky and sent him flying back into a pile of manure. It had to be at least his height in circumference when it struck him. He pushed up his glasses and looked to the alphorn once he brushed off the shock.

“Alright..” he coughed into his fist and deepened his voice to sound more manly. “Let’s… let’s get started then.”

[frostflowerangel]

Elsa blew lightly into the horn and a small snowball popped out and splatted against the cobblestone, “Okay, maybe a little more force than that, but I don’t want to cause any damage.”

[hornedhans]

“Angel, some damage is necessary.” Hans argued and stood up, adjusting his glasses again, looking like a romance novel hero. “It’s part of the experiment..”

[frostflowerangel]

She took a breath and hesitantly blew harder causing another snowball to launch out of the alphorn and fly across the bailey, growing in size, before landing on the fountain like a pierced olive.

[hornedhans]

A fresh pen was acquired and Hans began to jot down the first few test runs. Elsa experimented with her breathing that altered the sizing of the launched snowball. Each launch was sent flying towards the fountain, as it was a sturdy structure and there wasn’t the risk of hitting a passing horse near the range fence. It was almost noon, so the sun was high overhead and increased heat had to be factored in with each trajectory.

“Hey Sasquatch!” Hans cupped his hand and hollered to Kristoff on the other side. “How does it look over there??”

[frostflowerangel]

“Wet,” Kristoff flatly replied as he wiped some of the castoff snow from his face.

[hornedhans]

“Walk it off, blondie.” Hans waved a dismissive hand and turned back to the table to add more notes.

Green eyes narrowed as he considered the results. Red hair casually fell over his face which he slicked back. He then reached for his cup of coffee and stood proud and tall while taking a long sip. His Adam’s Apple bobbed with each drink, and he let out a sigh of satisfaction once he felt the caffeine enter his system.

[frostflowerangel]

He was just as dramatic as he was beautiful, “Clearly the snowball grows exponentially the farther it goes.” Elsa measured each of the snowballs and the distance they were launched. “Could it become dangerous if it goes too far? I mean if I sent one to Enchancia it might swallow the whole kingdom!”

[hornedhans]

“That wouldn’t be too great a loss..” Hans grumbled. At least he’d finally be rid of that shrill bratty princess with an obsessive crush on him.

[frostflowerangel]

“I don’t want to hurt anyone!” She stamped her foot in frustration creating a brief icy fractal pattern on the ground. “Or have to have to pay to rebuild a castle or other things…”

[hornedhans]

“Only joking, angel.” Hans raised his hands in self defense. “Only a joke, I promise-“

“HEY GUYS!” A shrill voice greeted from behind.

[frostflowerangel]

“Oh, hello, Anna, what brings you here?” Elsa smiled at the sight of her sister.

[hornedhans]

“Is it true?!” Anna stood on the tips of her toes to peek around Elsa. “Are you guys really launching giant snow balls across the field?!”

[frostflowerangel]

“There’s more to it, but, yes,” she sighed and rolled her eyes a bit. “I’m trying to see if I can…creatively export ice and snow.”

[frostflowerangel]

The scent of blood hung heavy in the air as Klaus Westergaard the tenth prince of the Southern Isles quietly crept through the dungeon below the castle. Moonlight through the small windows the cells he passed the only light in the seemingly infinite darkness. Each step was soft and deliberate as not to wake the guards (which he had drugged with a sleeping potion in coffee he had brought them) or any occupants.

Klaus had no choice. He had ran out of all legal options. The king had overridden every motion, every verdict.

Hans had been locked away to rot, tortured and beaten by several of his brothers on many occasions, but what had happened earlier that day forced Klaus’ hand. It would be impossible for the youngest prince to survive another one.

With oil he had taken from the kitchen, Klaus lubricated the lock and the hinges of the door before sliding his skeleton key in and slowly turning it. Silently, he opened the door and stepped inside to find his brother bloody, bruised, and shivering.

“Hans,” Klaus softly whispered as he worked the locks on the shackles binding Hans’ wrists and ankles, “I need you to wake, but remain quiet.” A dark cloak was wrapped around his youngest brother. “You are leaving. I have a boat waiting for you and a letter explaining the situation to those at your destination.”

____

“Your majesty!” A maid burst into the queen’s office, out of breath and wild eyed. “The docks! Important! Needed immediately!”

“Marie,” Elsa put down her pen and walked over to the woman, “take a breath and try again.”

“No! You! Docks! Now!”

___

“Captain Nilsen, what is going on?” Elsa with her small entourage of guards approached a small a ship surrounded by what seemed to be every other guard in the kingdom.

“Your majesty,” Captain Hadrian Nilsen was in his late twenties, handsome, with striking blue eyes and short, perfectly coiffed sandy blonde hair, “this is a delicate situation…”

“I want information, not excuses.” She flatly replied, not wanting to waste time.

“Of course, your majesty.” he flushed slightly. “Please, follow me, but I must warn you, this will be difficult.”

Elsa followed Captain Nilsen onboard and up to a large man that looked somewhat familiar.

“Your majesty,” the man bowed, “Lance Strongbow at your service.”

“Oh! You are friends with Prince Eugene, are you not?”

“I am, but, uh, he needs a doctor now.”

“Who?”

“Prince Hans.”

___

She clapped her hands over her mouth as she gasped in horror when she saw the prince covered partially in a cloak and dried blood; if she had not seen his chest moving she would have believed he was dead. “Get him out! Take him to the castle and get the doctor!”

“Your majesty, this is Prince Hans!” Captain Nilsen protested.

“I do not care who he is! I will not allow him to die like this! Take him carefully and do NOT let my sister see him or know he is here!”

“Yes, your majesty.” Nilsen raised his arm and gestured with his fingers above his shoulder for his men to move and follow the queen’s orders.

“Your majesty,” Lance handed an Elsa an envelope, “this is from Prince Klaus, his older brother. Please, read it when you can.”

___

Her Majesty Queen Elsa of Arendelle,

There is much I wish to say and ask, but I do not have the time. I have sent him to you to protect him from our family. I realize the gravity of what I ask, but plead for your mercy as an elder sibling trying to save his younger.

His life is your hands.

Prince Klaus S. Westergaard

[frostflowerangel]

“Oh! And if the ice will collect more from the air as it passes through! That could throw off the trajectory and require more force to compensate for the extra mass.”

[hornedhans]

“And exactly which direction the snow is headed..” Hans jotted down Elsa’s comments then pushed up his glasses with his free hand. “For all I know, that boulder you hit me with was a LOT bigger upon initial launch..”

[frostflowerangel]

“I think it had to have grown on the way over? I mean it came out an alphorn which isn’t that big.”

[hornedhans]

“It got BIGGER??” Hans balked at the comment, accidentally scratching his pen so hard over the paper that it ripped right through the page. “… aw shit.”

[frostflowerangel]

“It had to to be the size you describe since it came out of this,” she pointed to the alphorn she launched the snowball from.

[hornedhans]

Hans stared in disbelief, recalling the very day a mysterious ice boulder fell from the sky and sent him flying back into a pile of manure. It had to be at least his height in circumference when it struck him. He pushed up his glasses and looked to the alphorn once he brushed off the shock.

“Alright..” he coughed into his fist and deepened his voice to sound more manly. “Let’s… let’s get started then.”

[frostflowerangel]

Elsa blew lightly into the horn and a small snowball popped out and splatted against the cobblestone, “Okay, maybe a little more force than that, but I don’t want to cause any damage.”

[hornedhans]

“Angel, some damage is necessary.” Hans argued and stood up, adjusting his glasses again, looking like a romance novel hero. “It’s part of the experiment..”

[frostflowerangel]

She took a breath and hesitantly blew harder causing another snowball to launch out of the alphorn and fly across the bailey, growing in size, before landing on the fountain like a pierced olive.

[hornedhans]

A fresh pen was acquired and Hans began to jot down the first few test runs. Elsa experimented with her breathing that altered the sizing of the launched snowball. Each launch was sent flying towards the fountain, as it was a sturdy structure and there wasn’t the risk of hitting a passing horse near the range fence. It was almost noon, so the sun was high overhead and increased heat had to be factored in with each trajectory.

“Hey Sasquatch!” Hans cupped his hand and hollered to Kristoff on the other side. “How does it look over there??”

[frostflowerangel]

“Wet,” Kristoff flatly replied as he wiped some of the castoff snow from his face.

[hornedhans]

“Walk it off, blondie.” Hans waved a dismissive hand and turned back to the table to add more notes.

Green eyes narrowed as he considered the results. Red hair casually fell over his face which he slicked back. He then reached for his cup of coffee and stood proud and tall while taking a long sip. His Adam’s Apple bobbed with each drink, and he let out a sigh of satisfaction once he felt the caffeine enter his system.

[frostflowerangel]

He was just as dramatic as he was beautiful, “Clearly the snowball grows exponentially the farther it goes.” Elsa measured each of the snowballs and the distance they were launched. “Could it become dangerous if it goes too far? I mean if I sent one to Enchancia it might swallow the whole kingdom!”

[hornedhans]

“That wouldn’t be too great a loss..” Hans grumbled. At least he’d finally be rid of that shrill bratty princess with an obsessive crush on him.

[frostflowerangel]

“I don’t want to hurt anyone!” She stamped her foot in frustration creating a brief icy fractal pattern on the ground. “Or have to have to pay to rebuild a castle or other things…”

[hornedhans]

“Only joking, angel.” Hans raised his hands in self defense. “Only a joke, I promise-“

“HEY GUYS!” A shrill voice greeted from behind.

[frostflowerangel]

“Oh, hello, Anna, what brings you here?” Elsa smiled at the sight of her sister.

[frostflowerangel]

The scent of blood hung heavy in the air as Klaus Westergaard the tenth prince of the Southern Isles quietly crept through the dungeon below the castle. Moonlight through the small windows the cells he passed the only light in the seemingly infinite darkness. Each step was soft and deliberate as not to wake the guards (which he had drugged with a sleeping potion in coffee he had brought them) or any occupants.

Klaus had no choice. He had ran out of all legal options. The king had overridden every motion, every verdict.

Hans had been locked away to rot, tortured and beaten by several of his brothers on many occasions, but what had happened earlier that day forced Klaus’ hand. It would be impossible for the youngest prince to survive another one.

With oil he had taken from the kitchen, Klaus lubricated the lock and the hinges of the door before sliding his skeleton key in and slowly turning it. Silently, he opened the door and stepped inside to find his brother bloody, bruised, and shivering.

“Hans,” Klaus softly whispered as he worked the locks on the shackles binding Hans’ wrists and ankles, “I need you to wake, but remain quiet.” A dark cloak was wrapped around his youngest brother. “You are leaving. I have a boat waiting for you and a letter explaining the situation to those at your destination.”

____

“Your majesty!” A maid burst into the queen’s office, out of breath and wild eyed. “The docks! Important! Needed immediately!”

“Marie,” Elsa put down her pen and walked over to the woman, “take a breath and try again.”

“No! You! Docks! Now!”

___

“Captain Nilsen, what is going on?” Elsa with her small entourage of guards approached a small a ship surrounded by what seemed to be every other guard in the kingdom.

“Your majesty,” Captain Hadrian Nilsen was in his late twenties, handsome, with striking blue eyes and short, perfectly coiffed sandy blonde hair, “this is a delicate situation…”

“I want information, not excuses.” She flatly replied, not wanting to waste time.

“Of course, your majesty.” he flushed slightly. “Please, follow me, but I must warn you, this will be difficult.”

Elsa followed Captain Nilsen onboard and up to a large man that looked somewhat familiar.

“Your majesty,” the man bowed, “Lance Strongbow at your service.”

“Oh! You are friends with Prince Eugene, are you not?”

“I am, but, uh, he needs a doctor now.”

“Who?”

“Prince Hans.”

___

She clapped her hands over her mouth as she gasped in horror when she saw the prince covered partially in a cloak and dried blood; if she had not seen his chest moving she would have believed he was dead. “Get him out! Take him to the castle and get the doctor!”

“Your majesty, this is Prince Hans!” Captain Nilsen protested.

“I do not care who he is! I will not allow him to die like this! Take him carefully and do NOT let my sister see him or know he is here!”

“Yes, your majesty.” Nilsen raised his arm and gestured with his fingers above his shoulder for his men to move and follow the queen’s orders.

“Your majesty,” Lance handed an Elsa an envelope, “this is from Prince Klaus, his older brother. Please, read it when you can.”

___

Her Majesty Queen Elsa of Arendelle,

There is much I wish to say and ask, but I do not have the time. I have sent him to you to protect him from our family. I realize the gravity of what I ask, but plead for your mercy as an elder sibling trying to save his younger.

His life is your hands.

Prince Klaus S. Westergaard

[frostflowerangel]

“Oh! And if the ice will collect more from the air as it passes through! That could throw off the trajectory and require more force to compensate for the extra mass.”

[hornedhans]

“And exactly which direction the snow is headed..” Hans jotted down Elsa’s comments then pushed up his glasses with his free hand. “For all I know, that boulder you hit me with was a LOT bigger upon initial launch..”

[frostflowerangel]

“I think it had to have grown on the way over? I mean it came out an alphorn which isn’t that big.”

[hornedhans]

“It got BIGGER??” Hans balked at the comment, accidentally scratching his pen so hard over the paper that it ripped right through the page. “… aw shit.”

[frostflowerangel]

“It had to to be the size you describe since it came out of this,” she pointed to the alphorn she launched the snowball from.

[hornedhans]

Hans stared in disbelief, recalling the very day a mysterious ice boulder fell from the sky and sent him flying back into a pile of manure. It had to be at least his height in circumference when it struck him. He pushed up his glasses and looked to the alphorn once he brushed off the shock.

“Alright..” he coughed into his fist and deepened his voice to sound more manly. “Let’s… let’s get started then.”

[frostflowerangel]

Elsa blew lightly into the horn and a small snowball popped out and splatted against the cobblestone, “Okay, maybe a little more force than that, but I don’t want to cause any damage.”

[hornedhans]

“Angel, some damage is necessary.” Hans argued and stood up, adjusting his glasses again, looking like a romance novel hero. “It’s part of the experiment..”

[frostflowerangel]

She took a breath and hesitantly blew harder causing another snowball to launch out of the alphorn and fly across the bailey, growing in size, before landing on the fountain like a pierced olive.

[hornedhans]

A fresh pen was acquired and Hans began to jot down the first few test runs. Elsa experimented with her breathing that altered the sizing of the launched snowball. Each launch was sent flying towards the fountain, as it was a sturdy structure and there wasn’t the risk of hitting a passing horse near the range fence. It was almost noon, so the sun was high overhead and increased heat had to be factored in with each trajectory.

“Hey Sasquatch!” Hans cupped his hand and hollered to Kristoff on the other side. “How does it look over there??”

[frostflowerangel]

“Wet,” Kristoff flatly replied as he wiped some of the castoff snow from his face.

[hornedhans]

“Walk it off, blondie.” Hans waved a dismissive hand and turned back to the table to add more notes.

Green eyes narrowed as he considered the results. Red hair casually fell over his face which he slicked back. He then reached for his cup of coffee and stood proud and tall while taking a long sip. His Adam’s Apple bobbed with each drink, and he let out a sigh of satisfaction once he felt the caffeine enter his system.

[frostflowerangel]

He was just as dramatic as he was beautiful, “Clearly the snowball grows exponentially the farther it goes.” Elsa measured each of the snowballs and the distance they were launched. “Could it become dangerous if it goes too far? I mean if I sent one to Enchancia it might swallow the whole kingdom!”

[hornedhans]

“That wouldn’t be too great a loss..” Hans grumbled. At least he’d finally be rid of that shrill bratty princess with an obsessive crush on him.

[frostflowerangel]

“I don’t want to hurt anyone!” She stamped her foot in frustration creating a brief icy fractal pattern on the ground. “Or have to have to pay to rebuild a castle or other things…”

[frostflowerangel]

The scent of blood hung heavy in the air as Klaus Westergaard the tenth prince of the Southern Isles quietly crept through the dungeon below the castle. Moonlight through the small windows the cells he passed the only light in the seemingly infinite darkness. Each step was soft and deliberate as not to wake the guards (which he had drugged with a sleeping potion in coffee he had brought them) or any occupants.

Klaus had no choice. He had ran out of all legal options. The king had overridden every motion, every verdict.

Hans had been locked away to rot, tortured and beaten by several of his brothers on many occasions, but what had happened earlier that day forced Klaus’ hand. It would be impossible for the youngest prince to survive another one.

With oil he had taken from the kitchen, Klaus lubricated the lock and the hinges of the door before sliding his skeleton key in and slowly turning it. Silently, he opened the door and stepped inside to find his brother bloody, bruised, and shivering.

“Hans,” Klaus softly whispered as he worked the locks on the shackles binding Hans’ wrists and ankles, “I need you to wake, but remain quiet.” A dark cloak was wrapped around his youngest brother. “You are leaving. I have a boat waiting for you and a letter explaining the situation to those at your destination.”

____

“Your majesty!” A maid burst into the queen’s office, out of breath and wild eyed. “The docks! Important! Needed immediately!”

“Marie,” Elsa put down her pen and walked over to the woman, “take a breath and try again.”

“No! You! Docks! Now!”

___

“Captain Nilsen, what is going on?” Elsa with her small entourage of guards approached a small a ship surrounded by what seemed to be every other guard in the kingdom.

“Your majesty,” Captain Hadrian Nilsen was in his late twenties, handsome, with striking blue eyes and short, perfectly coiffed sandy blonde hair, “this is a delicate situation…”

“I want information, not excuses.” She flatly replied, not wanting to waste time.

“Of course, your majesty.” he flushed slightly. “Please, follow me, but I must warn you, this will be difficult.”

Elsa followed Captain Nilsen onboard and up to a large man that looked somewhat familiar.

“Your majesty,” the man bowed, “Lance Strongbow at your service.”

“Oh! You are friends with Prince Eugene, are you not?”

“I am, but, uh, he needs a doctor now.”

“Who?”

“Prince Hans.”

___

She clapped her hands over her mouth as she gasped in horror when she saw the prince covered partially in a cloak and dried blood; if she had not seen his chest moving she would have believed he was dead. “Get him out! Take him to the castle and get the doctor!”

“Your majesty, this is Prince Hans!” Captain Nilsen protested.

“I do not care who he is! I will not allow him to die like this! Take him carefully and do NOT let my sister see him or know he is here!”

“Yes, your majesty.” Nilsen raised his arm and gestured with his fingers above his shoulder for his men to move and follow the queen’s orders.

“Your majesty,” Lance handed an Elsa an envelope, “this is from Prince Klaus, his older brother. Please, read it when you can.”

___

Her Majesty Queen Elsa of Arendelle,

There is much I wish to say and ask, but I do not have the time. I have sent him to you to protect him from our family. I realize the gravity of what I ask, but plead for your mercy as an elder sibling trying to save his younger.

His life is your hands.

Prince Klaus S. Westergaard

[frostflowerangel]

“Oh! And if the ice will collect more from the air as it passes through! That could throw off the trajectory and require more force to compensate for the extra mass.”

[hornedhans]

“And exactly which direction the snow is headed..” Hans jotted down Elsa’s comments then pushed up his glasses with his free hand. “For all I know, that boulder you hit me with was a LOT bigger upon initial launch..”

[frostflowerangel]

“I think it had to have grown on the way over? I mean it came out an alphorn which isn’t that big.”

[hornedhans]

“It got BIGGER??” Hans balked at the comment, accidentally scratching his pen so hard over the paper that it ripped right through the page. “… aw shit.”

[frostflowerangel]

“It had to to be the size you describe since it came out of this,” she pointed to the alphorn she launched the snowball from.

[hornedhans]

Hans stared in disbelief, recalling the very day a mysterious ice boulder fell from the sky and sent him flying back into a pile of manure. It had to be at least his height in circumference when it struck him. He pushed up his glasses and looked to the alphorn once he brushed off the shock.

“Alright..” he coughed into his fist and deepened his voice to sound more manly. “Let’s… let’s get started then.”

[frostflowerangel]

Elsa blew lightly into the horn and a small snowball popped out and splatted against the cobblestone, “Okay, maybe a little more force than that, but I don’t want to cause any damage.”

[hornedhans]

“Angel, some damage is necessary.” Hans argued and stood up, adjusting his glasses again, looking like a romance novel hero. “It’s part of the experiment..”

[frostflowerangel]

She took a breath and hesitantly blew harder causing another snowball to launch out of the alphorn and fly across the bailey, growing in size, before landing on the fountain like a pierced olive.

[hornedhans]

A fresh pen was acquired and Hans began to jot down the first few test runs. Elsa experimented with her breathing that altered the sizing of the launched snowball. Each launch was sent flying towards the fountain, as it was a sturdy structure and there wasn’t the risk of hitting a passing horse near the range fence. It was almost noon, so the sun was high overhead and increased heat had to be factored in with each trajectory.

“Hey Sasquatch!” Hans cupped his hand and hollered to Kristoff on the other side. “How does it look over there??”

[frostflowerangel]

“Wet,” Kristoff flatly replied as he wiped some of the castoff snow from his face.

[hornedhans]

“Walk it off, blondie.” Hans waved a dismissive hand and turned back to the table to add more notes.

Green eyes narrowed as he considered the results. Red hair casually fell over his face which he slicked back. He then reached for his cup of coffee and stood proud and tall while taking a long sip. His Adam’s Apple bobbed with each drink, and he let out a sigh of satisfaction once he felt the caffeine enter his system.

[frostflowerangel]

He was just as dramatic as he was beautiful, “Clearly the snowball grows exponentially the farther it goes.” Elsa measured each of the snowballs and the distance they were launched. “Could it become dangerous if it goes too far? I mean if I sent one to Enchancia it might swallow the whole kingdom!”

[frostflowerangel]

The scent of blood hung heavy in the air as Klaus Westergaard the tenth prince of the Southern Isles quietly crept through the dungeon below the castle. Moonlight through the small windows the cells he passed the only light in the seemingly infinite darkness. Each step was soft and deliberate as not to wake the guards (which he had drugged with a sleeping potion in coffee he had brought them) or any occupants.

Klaus had no choice. He had ran out of all legal options. The king had overridden every motion, every verdict.

Hans had been locked away to rot, tortured and beaten by several of his brothers on many occasions, but what had happened earlier that day forced Klaus’ hand. It would be impossible for the youngest prince to survive another one.

With oil he had taken from the kitchen, Klaus lubricated the lock and the hinges of the door before sliding his skeleton key in and slowly turning it. Silently, he opened the door and stepped inside to find his brother bloody, bruised, and shivering.

“Hans,” Klaus softly whispered as he worked the locks on the shackles binding Hans’ wrists and ankles, “I need you to wake, but remain quiet.” A dark cloak was wrapped around his youngest brother. “You are leaving. I have a boat waiting for you and a letter explaining the situation to those at your destination.”

____

“Your majesty!” A maid burst into the queen’s office, out of breath and wild eyed. “The docks! Important! Needed immediately!”

“Marie,” Elsa put down her pen and walked over to the woman, “take a breath and try again.”

“No! You! Docks! Now!”

___

“Captain Nilsen, what is going on?” Elsa with her small entourage of guards approached a small a ship surrounded by what seemed to be every other guard in the kingdom.

“Your majesty,” Captain Hadrian Nilsen was in his late twenties, handsome, with striking blue eyes and short, perfectly coiffed sandy blonde hair, “this is a delicate situation…”

“I want information, not excuses.” She flatly replied, not wanting to waste time.

“Of course, your majesty.” he flushed slightly. “Please, follow me, but I must warn you, this will be difficult.”

Elsa followed Captain Nilsen onboard and up to a large man that looked somewhat familiar.

“Your majesty,” the man bowed, “Lance Strongbow at your service.”

“Oh! You are friends with Prince Eugene, are you not?”

“I am, but, uh, he needs a doctor now.”

“Who?”

“Prince Hans.”

___

She clapped her hands over her mouth as she gasped in horror when she saw the prince covered partially in a cloak and dried blood; if she had not seen his chest moving she would have believed he was dead. “Get him out! Take him to the castle and get the doctor!”

“Your majesty, this is Prince Hans!” Captain Nilsen protested.

“I do not care who he is! I will not allow him to die like this! Take him carefully and do NOT let my sister see him or know he is here!”

“Yes, your majesty.” Nilsen raised his arm and gestured with his fingers above his shoulder for his men to move and follow the queen’s orders.

“Your majesty,” Lance handed an Elsa an envelope, “this is from Prince Klaus, his older brother. Please, read it when you can.”

___

Her Majesty Queen Elsa of Arendelle,

There is much I wish to say and ask, but I do not have the time. I have sent him to you to protect him from our family. I realize the gravity of what I ask, but plead for your mercy as an elder sibling trying to save his younger.

His life is your hands.

Prince Klaus S. Westergaard

[frostflowerangel]

“Oh! And if the ice will collect more from the air as it passes through! That could throw off the trajectory and require more force to compensate for the extra mass.”

[hornedhans]

“And exactly which direction the snow is headed..” Hans jotted down Elsa’s comments then pushed up his glasses with his free hand. “For all I know, that boulder you hit me with was a LOT bigger upon initial launch..”

[frostflowerangel]

“I think it had to have grown on the way over? I mean it came out an alphorn which isn’t that big.”

[hornedhans]

“It got BIGGER??” Hans balked at the comment, accidentally scratching his pen so hard over the paper that it ripped right through the page. “… aw shit.”

[frostflowerangel]

“It had to to be the size you describe since it came out of this,” she pointed to the alphorn she launched the snowball from.

[hornedhans]

Hans stared in disbelief, recalling the very day a mysterious ice boulder fell from the sky and sent him flying back into a pile of manure. It had to be at least his height in circumference when it struck him. He pushed up his glasses and looked to the alphorn once he brushed off the shock.

“Alright..” he coughed into his fist and deepened his voice to sound more manly. “Let’s… let’s get started then.”

[frostflowerangel]

Elsa blew lightly into the horn and a small snowball popped out and splatted against the cobblestone, “Okay, maybe a little more force than that, but I don’t want to cause any damage.”

[hornedhans]

“Angel, some damage is necessary.” Hans argued and stood up, adjusting his glasses again, looking like a romance novel hero. “It’s part of the experiment..”

[frostflowerangel]

She took a breath and hesitantly blew harder causing another snowball to launch out of the alphorn and fly across the bailey, growing in size, before landing on the fountain like a pierced olive.

[hornedhans]

A fresh pen was acquired and Hans began to jot down the first few test runs. Elsa experimented with her breathing that altered the sizing of the launched snowball. Each launch was sent flying towards the fountain, as it was a sturdy structure and there wasn’t the risk of hitting a passing horse near the range fence. It was almost noon, so the sun was high overhead and increased heat had to be factored in with each trajectory.

“Hey Sasquatch!” Hans cupped his hand and hollered to Kristoff on the other side. “How does it look over there??”

[frostflowerangel]

“Wet,” Kristoff flatly replied as he wiped some of the castoff snow from his face.

[frostflowerangel]

The scent of blood hung heavy in the air as Klaus Westergaard the tenth prince of the Southern Isles quietly crept through the dungeon below the castle. Moonlight through the small windows the cells he passed the only light in the seemingly infinite darkness. Each step was soft and deliberate as not to wake the guards (which he had drugged with a sleeping potion in coffee he had brought them) or any occupants.

Klaus had no choice. He had ran out of all legal options. The king had overridden every motion, every verdict.

Hans had been locked away to rot, tortured and beaten by several of his brothers on many occasions, but what had happened earlier that day forced Klaus’ hand. It would be impossible for the youngest prince to survive another one.

With oil he had taken from the kitchen, Klaus lubricated the lock and the hinges of the door before sliding his skeleton key in and slowly turning it. Silently, he opened the door and stepped inside to find his brother bloody, bruised, and shivering.

“Hans,” Klaus softly whispered as he worked the locks on the shackles binding Hans’ wrists and ankles, “I need you to wake, but remain quiet.” A dark cloak was wrapped around his youngest brother. “You are leaving. I have a boat waiting for you and a letter explaining the situation to those at your destination.”

____

“Your majesty!” A maid burst into the queen’s office, out of breath and wild eyed. “The docks! Important! Needed immediately!”

“Marie,” Elsa put down her pen and walked over to the woman, “take a breath and try again.”

“No! You! Docks! Now!”

___

“Captain Nilsen, what is going on?” Elsa with her small entourage of guards approached a small a ship surrounded by what seemed to be every other guard in the kingdom.

“Your majesty,” Captain Hadrian Nilsen was in his late twenties, handsome, with striking blue eyes and short, perfectly coiffed sandy blonde hair, “this is a delicate situation…”

“I want information, not excuses.” She flatly replied, not wanting to waste time.

“Of course, your majesty.” he flushed slightly. “Please, follow me, but I must warn you, this will be difficult.”

Elsa followed Captain Nilsen onboard and up to a large man that looked somewhat familiar.

“Your majesty,” the man bowed, “Lance Strongbow at your service.”

“Oh! You are friends with Prince Eugene, are you not?”

“I am, but, uh, he needs a doctor now.”

“Who?”

“Prince Hans.”

___

She clapped her hands over her mouth as she gasped in horror when she saw the prince covered partially in a cloak and dried blood; if she had not seen his chest moving she would have believed he was dead. “Get him out! Take him to the castle and get the doctor!”

“Your majesty, this is Prince Hans!” Captain Nilsen protested.

“I do not care who he is! I will not allow him to die like this! Take him carefully and do NOT let my sister see him or know he is here!”

“Yes, your majesty.” Nilsen raised his arm and gestured with his fingers above his shoulder for his men to move and follow the queen’s orders.

“Your majesty,” Lance handed an Elsa an envelope, “this is from Prince Klaus, his older brother. Please, read it when you can.”

___

Her Majesty Queen Elsa of Arendelle,

There is much I wish to say and ask, but I do not have the time. I have sent him to you to protect him from our family. I realize the gravity of what I ask, but plead for your mercy as an elder sibling trying to save his younger.

His life is your hands.

Prince Klaus S. Westergaard

[frostflowerangel]

“Oh! And if the ice will collect more from the air as it passes through! That could throw off the trajectory and require more force to compensate for the extra mass.”

[hornedhans]

“And exactly which direction the snow is headed..” Hans jotted down Elsa’s comments then pushed up his glasses with his free hand. “For all I know, that boulder you hit me with was a LOT bigger upon initial launch..”

[frostflowerangel]

“I think it had to have grown on the way over? I mean it came out an alphorn which isn’t that big.”

[hornedhans]

“It got BIGGER??” Hans balked at the comment, accidentally scratching his pen so hard over the paper that it ripped right through the page. “… aw shit.”

[frostflowerangel]

“It had to to be the size you describe since it came out of this,” she pointed to the alphorn she launched the snowball from.

[hornedhans]

Hans stared in disbelief, recalling the very day a mysterious ice boulder fell from the sky and sent him flying back into a pile of manure. It had to be at least his height in circumference when it struck him. He pushed up his glasses and looked to the alphorn once he brushed off the shock.

“Alright..” he coughed into his fist and deepened his voice to sound more manly. “Let’s… let’s get started then.”

[frostflowerangel]

Elsa blew lightly into the horn and a small snowball popped out and splatted against the cobblestone, “Okay, maybe a little more force than that, but I don’t want to cause any damage.”

[hornedhans]

“Angel, some damage is necessary.” Hans argued and stood up, adjusting his glasses again, looking like a romance novel hero. “It’s part of the experiment..”

[frostflowerangel]

She took a breath and hesitantly blew harder causing another snowball to launch out of the alphorn and fly across the bailey, growing in size, before landing on the fountain like a pierced olive.

[frostflowerangel]

The scent of blood hung heavy in the air as Klaus Westergaard the tenth prince of the Southern Isles quietly crept through the dungeon below the castle. Moonlight through the small windows the cells he passed the only light in the seemingly infinite darkness. Each step was soft and deliberate as not to wake the guards (which he had drugged with a sleeping potion in coffee he had brought them) or any occupants.

Klaus had no choice. He had ran out of all legal options. The king had overridden every motion, every verdict.

Hans had been locked away to rot, tortured and beaten by several of his brothers on many occasions, but what had happened earlier that day forced Klaus’ hand. It would be impossible for the youngest prince to survive another one.

With oil he had taken from the kitchen, Klaus lubricated the lock and the hinges of the door before sliding his skeleton key in and slowly turning it. Silently, he opened the door and stepped inside to find his brother bloody, bruised, and shivering.

“Hans,” Klaus softly whispered as he worked the locks on the shackles binding Hans’ wrists and ankles, “I need you to wake, but remain quiet.” A dark cloak was wrapped around his youngest brother. “You are leaving. I have a boat waiting for you and a letter explaining the situation to those at your destination.”

____

“Your majesty!” A maid burst into the queen’s office, out of breath and wild eyed. “The docks! Important! Needed immediately!”

“Marie,” Elsa put down her pen and walked over to the woman, “take a breath and try again.”

“No! You! Docks! Now!”

___

“Captain Nilsen, what is going on?” Elsa with her small entourage of guards approached a small a ship surrounded by what seemed to be every other guard in the kingdom.

“Your majesty,” Captain Hadrian Nilsen was in his late twenties, handsome, with striking blue eyes and short, perfectly coiffed sandy blonde hair, “this is a delicate situation…”

“I want information, not excuses.” She flatly replied, not wanting to waste time.

“Of course, your majesty.” he flushed slightly. “Please, follow me, but I must warn you, this will be difficult.”

Elsa followed Captain Nilsen onboard and up to a large man that looked somewhat familiar.

“Your majesty,” the man bowed, “Lance Strongbow at your service.”

“Oh! You are friends with Prince Eugene, are you not?”

“I am, but, uh, he needs a doctor now.”

“Who?”

“Prince Hans.”

___

She clapped her hands over her mouth as she gasped in horror when she saw the prince covered partially in a cloak and dried blood; if she had not seen his chest moving she would have believed he was dead. “Get him out! Take him to the castle and get the doctor!”

“Your majesty, this is Prince Hans!” Captain Nilsen protested.

“I do not care who he is! I will not allow him to die like this! Take him carefully and do NOT let my sister see him or know he is here!”

“Yes, your majesty.” Nilsen raised his arm and gestured with his fingers above his shoulder for his men to move and follow the queen’s orders.

“Your majesty,” Lance handed an Elsa an envelope, “this is from Prince Klaus, his older brother. Please, read it when you can.”

___

Her Majesty Queen Elsa of Arendelle,

There is much I wish to say and ask, but I do not have the time. I have sent him to you to protect him from our family. I realize the gravity of what I ask, but plead for your mercy as an elder sibling trying to save his younger.

His life is your hands.

Prince Klaus S. Westergaard

[frostflowerangel]

“Oh! And if the ice will collect more from the air as it passes through! That could throw off the trajectory and require more force to compensate for the extra mass.”

[hornedhans]

“And exactly which direction the snow is headed..” Hans jotted down Elsa’s comments then pushed up his glasses with his free hand. “For all I know, that boulder you hit me with was a LOT bigger upon initial launch..”

[frostflowerangel]

“I think it had to have grown on the way over? I mean it came out an alphorn which isn’t that big.”

[hornedhans]

“It got BIGGER??” Hans balked at the comment, accidentally scratching his pen so hard over the paper that it ripped right through the page. “… aw shit.”

[frostflowerangel]

“It had to to be the size you describe since it came out of this,” she pointed to the alphorn she launched the snowball from.

[hornedhans]

Hans stared in disbelief, recalling the very day a mysterious ice boulder fell from the sky and sent him flying back into a pile of manure. It had to be at least his height in circumference when it struck him. He pushed up his glasses and looked to the alphorn once he brushed off the shock.

“Alright..” he coughed into his fist and deepened his voice to sound more manly. “Let’s… let’s get started then.”

[frostflowerangel]

Elsa blew lightly into the horn and a small snowball popped out and splatted against the cobblestone, “Okay, maybe a little more force than that, but I don’t want to cause any damage.”

[frostflowerangel]

The scent of blood hung heavy in the air as Klaus Westergaard the tenth prince of the Southern Isles quietly crept through the dungeon below the castle. Moonlight through the small windows the cells he passed the only light in the seemingly infinite darkness. Each step was soft and deliberate as not to wake the guards (which he had drugged with a sleeping potion in coffee he had brought them) or any occupants.

Klaus had no choice. He had ran out of all legal options. The king had overridden every motion, every verdict.

Hans had been locked away to rot, tortured and beaten by several of his brothers on many occasions, but what had happened earlier that day forced Klaus’ hand. It would be impossible for the youngest prince to survive another one.

With oil he had taken from the kitchen, Klaus lubricated the lock and the hinges of the door before sliding his skeleton key in and slowly turning it. Silently, he opened the door and stepped inside to find his brother bloody, bruised, and shivering.

“Hans,” Klaus softly whispered as he worked the locks on the shackles binding Hans’ wrists and ankles, “I need you to wake, but remain quiet.” A dark cloak was wrapped around his youngest brother. “You are leaving. I have a boat waiting for you and a letter explaining the situation to those at your destination.”

____

“Your majesty!” A maid burst into the queen’s office, out of breath and wild eyed. “The docks! Important! Needed immediately!”

“Marie,” Elsa put down her pen and walked over to the woman, “take a breath and try again.”

“No! You! Docks! Now!”

___

“Captain Nilsen, what is going on?” Elsa with her small entourage of guards approached a small a ship surrounded by what seemed to be every other guard in the kingdom.

“Your majesty,” Captain Hadrian Nilsen was in his late twenties, handsome, with striking blue eyes and short, perfectly coiffed sandy blonde hair, “this is a delicate situation…”

“I want information, not excuses.” She flatly replied, not wanting to waste time.

“Of course, your majesty.” he flushed slightly. “Please, follow me, but I must warn you, this will be difficult.”

Elsa followed Captain Nilsen onboard and up to a large man that looked somewhat familiar.

“Your majesty,” the man bowed, “Lance Strongbow at your service.”

“Oh! You are friends with Prince Eugene, are you not?”

“I am, but, uh, he needs a doctor now.”

“Who?”

“Prince Hans.”

___

She clapped her hands over her mouth as she gasped in horror when she saw the prince covered partially in a cloak and dried blood; if she had not seen his chest moving she would have believed he was dead. “Get him out! Take him to the castle and get the doctor!”

“Your majesty, this is Prince Hans!” Captain Nilsen protested.

“I do not care who he is! I will not allow him to die like this! Take him carefully and do NOT let my sister see him or know he is here!”

“Yes, your majesty.” Nilsen raised his arm and gestured with his fingers above his shoulder for his men to move and follow the queen’s orders.

“Your majesty,” Lance handed an Elsa an envelope, “this is from Prince Klaus, his older brother. Please, read it when you can.”

___

Her Majesty Queen Elsa of Arendelle,

There is much I wish to say and ask, but I do not have the time. I have sent him to you to protect him from our family. I realize the gravity of what I ask, but plead for your mercy as an elder sibling trying to save his younger.

His life is your hands.

Prince Klaus S. Westergaard

[frostflowerangel]

“Oh! And if the ice will collect more from the air as it passes through! That could throw off the trajectory and require more force to compensate for the extra mass.”

[hornedhans]

“And exactly which direction the snow is headed..” Hans jotted down Elsa’s comments then pushed up his glasses with his free hand. “For all I know, that boulder you hit me with was a LOT bigger upon initial launch..”

[frostflowerangel]

“I think it had to have grown on the way over? I mean it came out an alphorn which isn’t that big.”

[hornedhans]

“It got BIGGER??” Hans balked at the comment, accidentally scratching his pen so hard over the paper that it ripped right through the page. “… aw shit.”

[frostflowerangel]

“It had to to be the size you describe since it came out of this,” she pointed to the alphorn she launched the snowball from.

[frostflowerangel]

The scent of blood hung heavy in the air as Klaus Westergaard the tenth prince of the Southern Isles quietly crept through the dungeon below the castle. Moonlight through the small windows the cells he passed the only light in the seemingly infinite darkness. Each step was soft and deliberate as not to wake the guards (which he had drugged with a sleeping potion in coffee he had brought them) or any occupants.

Klaus had no choice. He had ran out of all legal options. The king had overridden every motion, every verdict.

Hans had been locked away to rot, tortured and beaten by several of his brothers on many occasions, but what had happened earlier that day forced Klaus’ hand. It would be impossible for the youngest prince to survive another one.

With oil he had taken from the kitchen, Klaus lubricated the lock and the hinges of the door before sliding his skeleton key in and slowly turning it. Silently, he opened the door and stepped inside to find his brother bloody, bruised, and shivering.

“Hans,” Klaus softly whispered as he worked the locks on the shackles binding Hans’ wrists and ankles, “I need you to wake, but remain quiet.” A dark cloak was wrapped around his youngest brother. “You are leaving. I have a boat waiting for you and a letter explaining the situation to those at your destination.”

____

“Your majesty!” A maid burst into the queen’s office, out of breath and wild eyed. “The docks! Important! Needed immediately!”

“Marie,” Elsa put down her pen and walked over to the woman, “take a breath and try again.”

“No! You! Docks! Now!”

___

“Captain Nilsen, what is going on?” Elsa with her small entourage of guards approached a small a ship surrounded by what seemed to be every other guard in the kingdom.

“Your majesty,” Captain Hadrian Nilsen was in his late twenties, handsome, with striking blue eyes and short, perfectly coiffed sandy blonde hair, “this is a delicate situation…”

“I want information, not excuses.” She flatly replied, not wanting to waste time.

“Of course, your majesty.” he flushed slightly. “Please, follow me, but I must warn you, this will be difficult.”

Elsa followed Captain Nilsen onboard and up to a large man that looked somewhat familiar.

“Your majesty,” the man bowed, “Lance Strongbow at your service.”

“Oh! You are friends with Prince Eugene, are you not?”

“I am, but, uh, he needs a doctor now.”

“Who?”

“Prince Hans.”

___

She clapped her hands over her mouth as she gasped in horror when she saw the prince covered partially in a cloak and dried blood; if she had not seen his chest moving she would have believed he was dead. “Get him out! Take him to the castle and get the doctor!”

“Your majesty, this is Prince Hans!” Captain Nilsen protested.

“I do not care who he is! I will not allow him to die like this! Take him carefully and do NOT let my sister see him or know he is here!”

“Yes, your majesty.” Nilsen raised his arm and gestured with his fingers above his shoulder for his men to move and follow the queen’s orders.

“Your majesty,” Lance handed an Elsa an envelope, “this is from Prince Klaus, his older brother. Please, read it when you can.”

___

Her Majesty Queen Elsa of Arendelle,

There is much I wish to say and ask, but I do not have the time. I have sent him to you to protect him from our family. I realize the gravity of what I ask, but plead for your mercy as an elder sibling trying to save his younger.

His life is your hands.

Prince Klaus S. Westergaard

[frostflowerangel]

“Oh! And if the ice will collect more from the air as it passes through! That could throw off the trajectory and require more force to compensate for the extra mass.”

[hornedhans]

“And exactly which direction the snow is headed..” Hans jotted down Elsa’s comments then pushed up his glasses with his free hand. “For all I know, that boulder you hit me with was a LOT bigger upon initial launch..”

[frostflowerangel]

“I think it had to have grown on the way over? I mean it came out an alphorn which isn’t that big.”

[frostflowerangel]

The scent of blood hung heavy in the air as Klaus Westergaard the tenth prince of the Southern Isles quietly crept through the dungeon below the castle. Moonlight through the small windows the cells he passed the only light in the seemingly infinite darkness. Each step was soft and deliberate as not to wake the guards (which he had drugged with a sleeping potion in coffee he had brought them) or any occupants.

Klaus had no choice. He had ran out of all legal options. The king had overridden every motion, every verdict.

Hans had been locked away to rot, tortured and beaten by several of his brothers on many occasions, but what had happened earlier that day forced Klaus’ hand. It would be impossible for the youngest prince to survive another one.

With oil he had taken from the kitchen, Klaus lubricated the lock and the hinges of the door before sliding his skeleton key in and slowly turning it. Silently, he opened the door and stepped inside to find his brother bloody, bruised, and shivering.

“Hans,” Klaus softly whispered as he worked the locks on the shackles binding Hans’ wrists and ankles, “I need you to wake, but remain quiet.” A dark cloak was wrapped around his youngest brother. “You are leaving. I have a boat waiting for you and a letter explaining the situation to those at your destination.”

____

“Your majesty!” A maid burst into the queen’s office, out of breath and wild eyed. “The docks! Important! Needed immediately!”

“Marie,” Elsa put down her pen and walked over to the woman, “take a breath and try again.”

“No! You! Docks! Now!”

___

“Captain Nilsen, what is going on?” Elsa with her small entourage of guards approached a small a ship surrounded by what seemed to be every other guard in the kingdom.

“Your majesty,” Captain Hadrian Nilsen was in his late twenties, handsome, with striking blue eyes and short, perfectly coiffed sandy blonde hair, “this is a delicate situation…”

“I want information, not excuses.” She flatly replied, not wanting to waste time.

“Of course, your majesty.” he flushed slightly. “Please, follow me, but I must warn you, this will be difficult.”

Elsa followed Captain Nilsen onboard and up to a large man that looked somewhat familiar.

“Your majesty,” the man bowed, “Lance Strongbow at your service.”

“Oh! You are friends with Prince Eugene, are you not?”

“I am, but, uh, he needs a doctor now.”

“Who?”

“Prince Hans.”

___

She clapped her hands over her mouth as she gasped in horror when she saw the prince covered partially in a cloak and dried blood; if she had not seen his chest moving she would have believed he was dead. “Get him out! Take him to the castle and get the doctor!”

“Your majesty, this is Prince Hans!” Captain Nilsen protested.

“I do not care who he is! I will not allow him to die like this! Take him carefully and do NOT let my sister see him or know he is here!”

“Yes, your majesty.” Nilsen raised his arm and gestured with his fingers above his shoulder for his men to move and follow the queen’s orders.

“Your majesty,” Lance handed an Elsa an envelope, “this is from Prince Klaus, his older brother. Please, read it when you can.”

___

Her Majesty Queen Elsa of Arendelle,

There is much I wish to say and ask, but I do not have the time. I have sent him to you to protect him from our family. I realize the gravity of what I ask, but plead for your mercy as an elder sibling trying to save his younger.

His life is your hands.

Prince Klaus S. Westergaard

[frostflowerangel]

“Oh! And if the ice will collect more from the air as it passes through! That could throw off the trajectory and require more force to compensate for the extra mass.”

[frostflowerangel]

The scent of blood hung heavy in the air as Klaus Westergaard the tenth prince of the Southern Isles quietly crept through the dungeon below the castle. Moonlight through the small windows the cells he passed the only light in the seemingly infinite darkness. Each step was soft and deliberate as not to wake the guards (which he had drugged with a sleeping potion in coffee he had brought them) or any occupants.

Klaus had no choice. He had ran out of all legal options. The king had overridden every motion, every verdict.

Hans had been locked away to rot, tortured and beaten by several of his brothers on many occasions, but what had happened earlier that day forced Klaus’ hand. It would be impossible for the youngest prince to survive another one.

With oil he had taken from the kitchen, Klaus lubricated the lock and the hinges of the door before sliding his skeleton key in and slowly turning it. Silently, he opened the door and stepped inside to find his brother bloody, bruised, and shivering.

“Hans,” Klaus softly whispered as he worked the locks on the shackles binding Hans’ wrists and ankles, “I need you to wake, but remain quiet.” A dark cloak was wrapped around his youngest brother. “You are leaving. I have a boat waiting for you and a letter explaining the situation to those at your destination.”

____

“Your majesty!” A maid burst into the queen’s office, out of breath and wild eyed. “The docks! Important! Needed immediately!”

“Marie,” Elsa put down her pen and walked over to the woman, “take a breath and try again.”

“No! You! Docks! Now!”

___

“Captain Nilsen, what is going on?” Elsa with her small entourage of guards approached a small a ship surrounded by what seemed to be every other guard in the kingdom.

“Your majesty,” Captain Hadrian Nilsen was in his late twenties, handsome, with striking blue eyes and short, perfectly coiffed sandy blonde hair, “this is a delicate situation…”

“I want information, not excuses.” She flatly replied, not wanting to waste time.

“Of course, your majesty.” he flushed slightly. “Please, follow me, but I must warn you, this will be difficult.”

Elsa followed Captain Nilsen onboard and up to a large man that looked somewhat familiar.

“Your majesty,” the man bowed, “Lance Strongbow at your service.”

“Oh! You are friends with Prince Eugene, are you not?”

“I am, but, uh, he needs a doctor now.”

“Who?”

“Prince Hans.”

___

She clapped her hands over her mouth as she gasped in horror when she saw the prince covered partially in a cloak and dried blood; if she had not seen his chest moving she would have believed he was dead. “Get him out! Take him to the castle and get the doctor!”

“Your majesty, this is Prince Hans!” Captain Nilsen protested.

“I do not care who he is! I will not allow him to die like this! Take him carefully and do NOT let my sister see him or know he is here!”

“Yes, your majesty.” Nilsen raised his arm and gestured with his fingers above his shoulder for his men to move and follow the queen’s orders.

“Your majesty,” Lance handed an Elsa an envelope, “this is from Prince Klaus, his older brother. Please, read it when you can.”

___

Her Majesty Queen Elsa of Arendelle,

There is much I wish to say and ask, but I do not have the time. I have sent him to you to protect him from our family. I realize the gravity of what I ask, but plead for your mercy as an elder sibling trying to save his younger.

His life is your hands.

Prince Klaus S. Westergaard

[frostflowerangel]

“I’m so sorry!” She bent and wrapped her arms around her neck and rested her cheek on his shoulder. “I really didn’t know.”

[hornedhans]

Hans nearly toppled over in surprise from the sudden affection. His long legs kicked back in the air and he threw his arms around her to ensure she didn’t fall out then met her gaze once he reset himself in the chair.

“Angel,” he said her pet name softly and adjusted his glasses. “It’s honestly okay. And I think you’re focusing on the wrong thing.. your ice. It can travel. PRETTY FAR.”

[frostflowerangel]

“If launched by an alphorn while I’m out of my mind,” she reminded him, “I don’t know if it would work intentionally.”

[hornedhans]

“You’ve NEVER experimented with this?” Hans raised a brow and adjusted his glasses. “You can create complete and functional housing structures in a matter of hours. You can freeze over a large body of water on a warm summer day. You can create SENTIENT SNOW PEOPLE… but you’ve never thought just how far your snow can reach outside of solid ground?”

[frostflowerangel]

“No, I just always thought it would just melt outside of a certain range. I mean, I froze Arendelle, but not the entire region.”

[hornedhans]

“That was a complete accident.” Hans countered and pushed himself out of his seat to grab the nearby globe and spin it towards their hemisphere. “And we don’t know how far it reached beyond the ford. For all we know, you might have reached the middle of the ocean!”

[frostflowerangel]

“Yes, but it was also launched at great speed which would decrease the time it had to melt. I really doubt a ship could move that fast.”

[hornedhans]

“Who says a ship needs to be involved?” Hans countered and crossed his arms. “Apparently your lung capacity works just fine.”

[frostflowerangel]

“I hit you with it! And I wasn’t aiming! I can’t just launch giant ice balls via alphorn and hope they land where they’re supposed to!”

[hornedhans]

“….. can we at least try..?” He asked as she towered over him in his seat.

[frostflowerangel]

“How would I even begin?” She paused and rushed over to his desk to began to frantically write. “I would have to know the weight and force I’m capable of, but with the right navigational tools I might be able to figure it out mathematically.”

[hornedhans]

With the straggling party guests finally sailing home (save for a few royals who stayed to try and increase trade with Arendelle), there was some much needed free time to be had. The decorations were taken down. The animals were being collected back on their vessels..

Which was somewhat of an issue for Anna..

“NOOOOOO!! Please!! Please don’t take the sloths!! They’re so cute!!” Anna shrieked as she clawed at the handler’s assistant. “They can stay!! We’ll give them a happy, comfortable life here in Arendelle!”

“Y-your highness.. please..” the handler implored. “You’ll upset the sloth…”

“Please!! I’ll do anything!!”

“This climate isn’t really suitable for a sloth anyway…”

“I’ll pay you!!”

“It’s against my moral code to even consider that offer..”

“But—“

“Princess Anna!” Gerda arrived just in time. The handler’s assistant was ready to toss Anna into the harbor if she tried to grab at the sloth again. “You’re being summoned to the castle. Apparently your sister and her.. erm… consort… are…”

The stewardess fished her notebook out of her pocket and flipped to the recent page.

“Setting up a catapult in the riding range to test her majesty’s magical trajectory…?”

“OOO! I wanna go!” Anna relinquished her grip on the sloth handler and took off for the range.

[frostflowerangel]

“Okay, we’ll slowly move it back with each shot I make. I’ll have to take in account for the curvature of the earth into account if I want to send it any real distance.”

[frostflowerangel]

The scent of blood hung heavy in the air as Klaus Westergaard the tenth prince of the Southern Isles quietly crept through the dungeon below the castle. Moonlight through the small windows the cells he passed the only light in the seemingly infinite darkness. Each step was soft and deliberate as not to wake the guards (which he had drugged with a sleeping potion in coffee he had brought them) or any occupants.

Klaus had no choice. He had ran out of all legal options. The king had overridden every motion, every verdict.

Hans had been locked away to rot, tortured and beaten by several of his brothers on many occasions, but what had happened earlier that day forced Klaus’ hand. It would be impossible for the youngest prince to survive another one.

With oil he had taken from the kitchen, Klaus lubricated the lock and the hinges of the door before sliding his skeleton key in and slowly turning it. Silently, he opened the door and stepped inside to find his brother bloody, bruised, and shivering.

“Hans,” Klaus softly whispered as he worked the locks on the shackles binding Hans’ wrists and ankles, “I need you to wake, but remain quiet.” A dark cloak was wrapped around his youngest brother. “You are leaving. I have a boat waiting for you and a letter explaining the situation to those at your destination.”

____

“Your majesty!” A maid burst into the queen’s office, out of breath and wild eyed. “The docks! Important! Needed immediately!”

“Marie,” Elsa put down her pen and walked over to the woman, “take a breath and try again.”

“No! You! Docks! Now!”

___

“Captain Nilsen, what is going on?” Elsa with her small entourage of guards approached a small a ship surrounded by what seemed to be every other guard in the kingdom.

“Your majesty,” Captain Hadrian Nilsen was in his late twenties, handsome, with striking blue eyes and short, perfectly coiffed sandy blonde hair, “this is a delicate situation…”

“I want information, not excuses.” She flatly replied, not wanting to waste time.

“Of course, your majesty.” he flushed slightly. “Please, follow me, but I must warn you, this will be difficult.”

Elsa followed Captain Nilsen onboard and up to a large man that looked somewhat familiar.

“Your majesty,” the man bowed, “Lance Strongbow at your service.”

“Oh! You are friends with Prince Eugene, are you not?”

“I am, but, uh, he needs a doctor now.”

“Who?”

“Prince Hans.”

___

She clapped her hands over her mouth as she gasped in horror when she saw the prince covered partially in a cloak and dried blood; if she had not seen his chest moving she would have believed he was dead. “Get him out! Take him to the castle and get the doctor!”

“Your majesty, this is Prince Hans!” Captain Nilsen protested.

“I do not care who he is! I will not allow him to die like this! Take him carefully and do NOT let my sister see him or know he is here!”

“Yes, your majesty.” Nilsen raised his arm and gestured with his fingers above his shoulder for his men to move and follow the queen’s orders.

“Your majesty,” Lance handed an Elsa an envelope, “this is from Prince Klaus, his older brother. Please, read it when you can.”

___

Her Majesty Queen Elsa of Arendelle,

There is much I wish to say and ask, but I do not have the time. I have sent him to you to protect him from our family. I realize the gravity of what I ask, but plead for your mercy as an elder sibling trying to save his younger.

His life is your hands.

Prince Klaus S. Westergaard

[frostflowerangel]

“I’m so sorry!” She bent and wrapped her arms around her neck and rested her cheek on his shoulder. “I really didn’t know.”

[hornedhans]

Hans nearly toppled over in surprise from the sudden affection. His long legs kicked back in the air and he threw his arms around her to ensure she didn’t fall out then met her gaze once he reset himself in the chair.

“Angel,” he said her pet name softly and adjusted his glasses. “It’s honestly okay. And I think you’re focusing on the wrong thing.. your ice. It can travel. PRETTY FAR.”

[frostflowerangel]

“If launched by an alphorn while I’m out of my mind,” she reminded him, “I don’t know if it would work intentionally.”

[hornedhans]

“You’ve NEVER experimented with this?” Hans raised a brow and adjusted his glasses. “You can create complete and functional housing structures in a matter of hours. You can freeze over a large body of water on a warm summer day. You can create SENTIENT SNOW PEOPLE… but you’ve never thought just how far your snow can reach outside of solid ground?”

[frostflowerangel]

“No, I just always thought it would just melt outside of a certain range. I mean, I froze Arendelle, but not the entire region.”

[hornedhans]

“That was a complete accident.” Hans countered and pushed himself out of his seat to grab the nearby globe and spin it towards their hemisphere. “And we don’t know how far it reached beyond the ford. For all we know, you might have reached the middle of the ocean!”

[frostflowerangel]

“Yes, but it was also launched at great speed which would decrease the time it had to melt. I really doubt a ship could move that fast.”

[hornedhans]

“Who says a ship needs to be involved?” Hans countered and crossed his arms. “Apparently your lung capacity works just fine.”

[frostflowerangel]

“I hit you with it! And I wasn’t aiming! I can’t just launch giant ice balls via alphorn and hope they land where they’re supposed to!”

[hornedhans]

“….. can we at least try..?” He asked as she towered over him in his seat.

[frostflowerangel]

“How would I even begin?” She paused and rushed over to his desk to began to frantically write. “I would have to know the weight and force I’m capable of, but with the right navigational tools I might be able to figure it out mathematically.”

[frostflowerangel]

The scent of blood hung heavy in the air as Klaus Westergaard the tenth prince of the Southern Isles quietly crept through the dungeon below the castle. Moonlight through the small windows the cells he passed the only light in the seemingly infinite darkness. Each step was soft and deliberate as not to wake the guards (which he had drugged with a sleeping potion in coffee he had brought them) or any occupants.

Klaus had no choice. He had ran out of all legal options. The king had overridden every motion, every verdict.

Hans had been locked away to rot, tortured and beaten by several of his brothers on many occasions, but what had happened earlier that day forced Klaus’ hand. It would be impossible for the youngest prince to survive another one.

With oil he had taken from the kitchen, Klaus lubricated the lock and the hinges of the door before sliding his skeleton key in and slowly turning it. Silently, he opened the door and stepped inside to find his brother bloody, bruised, and shivering.

“Hans,” Klaus softly whispered as he worked the locks on the shackles binding Hans’ wrists and ankles, “I need you to wake, but remain quiet.” A dark cloak was wrapped around his youngest brother. “You are leaving. I have a boat waiting for you and a letter explaining the situation to those at your destination.”

____

“Your majesty!” A maid burst into the queen’s office, out of breath and wild eyed. “The docks! Important! Needed immediately!”

“Marie,” Elsa put down her pen and walked over to the woman, “take a breath and try again.”

“No! You! Docks! Now!”

___

“Captain Nilsen, what is going on?” Elsa with her small entourage of guards approached a small a ship surrounded by what seemed to be every other guard in the kingdom.

“Your majesty,” Captain Hadrian Nilsen was in his late twenties, handsome, with striking blue eyes and short, perfectly coiffed sandy blonde hair, “this is a delicate situation…”

“I want information, not excuses.” She flatly replied, not wanting to waste time.

“Of course, your majesty.” he flushed slightly. “Please, follow me, but I must warn you, this will be difficult.”

Elsa followed Captain Nilsen onboard and up to a large man that looked somewhat familiar.

“Your majesty,” the man bowed, “Lance Strongbow at your service.”

“Oh! You are friends with Prince Eugene, are you not?”

“I am, but, uh, he needs a doctor now.”

“Who?”

“Prince Hans.”

___

She clapped her hands over her mouth as she gasped in horror when she saw the prince covered partially in a cloak and dried blood; if she had not seen his chest moving she would have believed he was dead. “Get him out! Take him to the castle and get the doctor!”

“Your majesty, this is Prince Hans!” Captain Nilsen protested.

“I do not care who he is! I will not allow him to die like this! Take him carefully and do NOT let my sister see him or know he is here!”

“Yes, your majesty.” Nilsen raised his arm and gestured with his fingers above his shoulder for his men to move and follow the queen’s orders.

“Your majesty,” Lance handed an Elsa an envelope, “this is from Prince Klaus, his older brother. Please, read it when you can.”

___

Her Majesty Queen Elsa of Arendelle,

There is much I wish to say and ask, but I do not have the time. I have sent him to you to protect him from our family. I realize the gravity of what I ask, but plead for your mercy as an elder sibling trying to save his younger.

His life is your hands.

Prince Klaus S. Westergaard

[frostflowerangel]

“I’m so sorry!” She bent and wrapped her arms around her neck and rested her cheek on his shoulder. “I really didn’t know.”

[hornedhans]

Hans nearly toppled over in surprise from the sudden affection. His long legs kicked back in the air and he threw his arms around her to ensure she didn’t fall out then met her gaze once he reset himself in the chair.

“Angel,” he said her pet name softly and adjusted his glasses. “It’s honestly okay. And I think you’re focusing on the wrong thing.. your ice. It can travel. PRETTY FAR.”

[frostflowerangel]

“If launched by an alphorn while I’m out of my mind,” she reminded him, “I don’t know if it would work intentionally.”

[hornedhans]

“You’ve NEVER experimented with this?” Hans raised a brow and adjusted his glasses. “You can create complete and functional housing structures in a matter of hours. You can freeze over a large body of water on a warm summer day. You can create SENTIENT SNOW PEOPLE… but you’ve never thought just how far your snow can reach outside of solid ground?”

[frostflowerangel]

“No, I just always thought it would just melt outside of a certain range. I mean, I froze Arendelle, but not the entire region.”

[hornedhans]

“That was a complete accident.” Hans countered and pushed himself out of his seat to grab the nearby globe and spin it towards their hemisphere. “And we don’t know how far it reached beyond the ford. For all we know, you might have reached the middle of the ocean!”

[frostflowerangel]

“Yes, but it was also launched at great speed which would decrease the time it had to melt. I really doubt a ship could move that fast.”

[hornedhans]

“Who says a ship needs to be involved?” Hans countered and crossed his arms. “Apparently your lung capacity works just fine.”

[frostflowerangel]

“I hit you with it! And I wasn’t aiming! I can’t just launch giant ice balls via alphorn and hope they land where they’re supposed to!”