Prince Alois, second son of the king and queen of the Southern Isles and all-around people's man. Quick to laughter and particularly skilled at domestic and foreign relations he is content to serve as ambassador of his kingdom and right hand-in training to the heir of his land.
Currently trying to attempt some measure of damage control in Arendelle, though it's not exactly an easy task.
{ Independent OC for Frozen, the second oldest prince of the Southern Isles. }
[[ Quick update! I’ve been dealing with housing stuff the past few days, and moving into my new apartment today/continuing tomorrow. So not dead! Just busy with living and back to school things! Writing will pick up most likely by Wednesday! ]]
Once Hans could finally find his big brother, he felt completely proud. It had been many times the ones one of his older brothers hid the poor redhead’s toys, and some times, Hans ended crying on his room, not knowing where they were until the Queen forced his brothers to return the toys to him. And they would hide them again anyway. In some part of the castle, there was a forgotten stuffed pony.
-“Hunting? Wow, could we please go hunting, please, please, pretty please?”
The boy begged, giving small jumps. He was exited about the idea of going to the forest. He was not allowed, not yet. He could go but along with someone. And Alois could take him. He could play with the bunnies he trapped!
Hans wrinkled his pointy nose as the blonde man ruffled his auburn hair. He didn’t liked when they messed his hair, mommy had combed it that morning! He tried to fix his hair afterwards, looking up at him, his smile slowly fading in.
-“Alright! You stay, there,”
He pointed at the wall to his left, just besides Alois’ former hiding.
-“And count to fifty! No cheating.”
With a small giggle, he began to give little steps backwards. He was smaller, which meant, more places to hide! this would be so fun.
Hans' evident excitement was certainly amusing. He hadn't thought that his offhand comment would cause such a reaction- Alois tried to recall the age at which he'd first been taken hunting, but he had memories of going out for far longer than was probably allowed. Then again, it wasn't like he was the biggest fan of rules. Even the ones he managed to remember.
"Alright," he said with a laugh. "But not today. Best game is out early. And you'll need a horse- do you have one yet?" He had to, didn't he? Al was pretty sure that he'd gotten Pericles when he was younger than his brother.
He bit his lip when he saw Hans' disgruntled expression. Wil was normally even tempered but Al had lost track of the number of times he'd been grabbed into a headlock and forced to suffer the same indignity. A rite of passage he was more than happy to pass down to the younger generation.
Alois placed a hand over his heart as he took a step to the left, where Hans had indicated. "-Do you doubt my honor? Oh honestly." He swallowed his laugh and made a gesture to the hallway before making a show of covering his eyes.
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"Alois, where are you headed? Why are your trunks packed?" Hans looked to his brother and over to the many trunks which were being hauled out of the castle.
Everything but his personal satchel had been packed the night before. As he adjusted the strap over his shoulder, a voice caused him to still in his actions before turning towards the door. He quirked an eyebrow at his youngest brother, which was at odds with his otherwise deadpan expression.
"You know why," he replied, finishing then turning around. "Seeing as you incited an international incident.”
”Well you are wrong, I am not content. I’ve decided to join father’s army.” The younger brother’s gaze fell to the empty space of the stone floor between them. ”At the very least it will send me away from the Southern Isles. It could very well open new doors for me as well as become an outlet for my aggravation. Staying here with all of you is a daily reminder of my failure as a prince and a man.”
Finally, Hans looked to his brother with a steady gaze. “I believe this to be best for all of us, we have many colonies that need our protection outside of Scandinavia.”
There was the matter of Arendelle which would always haunt the youngest prince. “Thank you, Alois.” He had hoped that sincerely apology was all he needed to be understood by the older man.
Alois was struck momentarily silent. He wanted to have something to say- he always had something to say, but the first thought that came to mind how practical the idea was. Royal presence in the army was common enough and looked good from all sides. Giving back to the people, protecting the crown, watching out for family and state- if he managed to do something good there he might even look good enough to change public opinion of himself and the rest of the royal family.
"-It's a good idea," he replied quietly, a groan at the edge of his words. "I hate that it's a good idea." He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. It was a good idea that might have the consequence of getting his brother killed. His stomach tightened, but he refused to let the consternation show on his features. He was still frustrated, still angry with his brother but that didn't change the fact that the whole prospect was worrying.
As much as he wanted to he didn't look away. He couldn't accept Hans' gratitude or the apology, he hadn't earned it. He hadn't done much of anything of value if he was being honest with himself. Maybe if he had things would not have worked out this way. But he hadn't; so he moved his hand to the back of his neck and tried not to look as struck as he felt.
"Do you-" Alois cleared his throat before continuing, "-Have you made arrangements? Do you know when you're leaving? ... Does father know?"
He'd been expecting the knock on his door. He'd even expected its timing- his brother was nothing if not punctual. And perceptive. Qualities that should have been, by all accounts, enviably positive. But the moment he heard knuckles against wood Alois groaned and let his head slump further forward.
"Alright," Wilhelm's voice cut through the space, muffled only slightly by the door between them. "Tantrum time's over."
Alois grimaced. He had planned on sulking for at least a quarter hour more. "It's hardly fair to call it a tantrum," he replied petulantly. So much for his escaping to his room and taking to silence like some sort of mournful monk. Wil had seen to it that it had lasted for a grand total of five minutes. Bastard.
"Well it's about as much as you ever do. Open the door?"
He could have argued- after all, all he'd done was place his bow back in the armory before the session had officially ended and stalked quietly off the pitch. Their instructor hadn't noticed, but it had been too much to hope the same of Wil as well. Still, he didn't acquiesce right away, instead huffing a long, aggrieved sigh before letting his head fall back against the wood with a loud thunk.
"Don't you have something important to take care of? Sorry- something boring to take care of?"
Wil said nothing and Alois could picture his expression: knowing, slightly amused, almost unreadably straight for those who had not spent a lifetime studying the many moods of Prince Wilhelm. He hated that even without speaking Wil still managed to chip away at the dark cloud hanging over him, and he hated even more that he was finding it difficult to hang onto his self-pity. It had been refreshingly indulgent.
"You're the worst," Alois told him matter-of-factly, reaching for the knob.
"I know," his brother replied as the door swung over him. As expected the older boy was leaning against the wall, arms crossed gently over his chest while Alois remained obstinately seated on the floor of his room.
They stared at each other for a few long moments, Wil patiently waiting for Alois to say something and Alois staying stubbornly tacit. It wouldn't last, they were both aware of it, and Wil would never be the one to break first. But it was still nice to pretend that he had any measurable sway over his older brother.
"Worse than the worst," He finally huffed out, getting to his feet and shedding the dramatic flair as he went. It was a little disappointing that the few times he gravitated towards difficulty he came out of it within an hour. Though it was probably to Wil's satisfaction.
Sometimes it was hard to believe that they were only a year apart in age, particularly when he was wearing that serenely patient expression. Like Alois was some sort of child, or Wil held all the answers despite the fact that he was only sixteen and still neck deep in lessons every day.
He eased the door shut behind him and they beat the familiar path down the hallway- past the grimly dark suits of armor and the unwavering tapestries. Silence would not last; as they cut through the main parlor to reach the side entrance, a chorus of voices floated by. Alois raised an eyebrow as the triplets came through, loud enough that their mingled voices bounced against the hard surfaces and filled the hall with noise that lingered even as they left for some unknown destination- on their heels their youngest brother, tiny and sniffling about something or other.
Alois shrugged, laughing lightly as they ducked out into the sunlight and left the stone halls of the castle behind.
"Were we that loud when we were their age?" He mused. Wil rolled his eyes and shoved his elbow into his ribs.
"Louder. And far more terrible."
"Still are." A thick layer of pride smothered Alois' words.
They slumped down in their usual spot: a largely unvisited corner of the gardens that were already more maze than anything else. It had been good that they'd gotten away so much in their younger years, as they had nearly the entire grounds of the estate mapped and could now easily find any spot to talk where they would not be interrupted by a stern-faced maid or, far worse, the towering, unyielding figure of their father.
"It's Isabel." Wil wasted no time on preamble and Alois would not have expected anything less.
"Have I reminded you lately that you are, in fact, the worst?"
Wil only laughed as much as he ever did- the ghost of a chuckle on his lips as his eyes tightened. "C'mon, Al. I'm not stupid."
"I know that. God forbid my life be a little easier."
"You know she had to leave."
And he did. As often as her family visited the country, as many summers as she'd spent living there, of course she had to leave. Every time it was a little harder to say goodbye but it had never felt like this. They had never left on an argument, he had never seen her off without a kiss to hold until she came back. He had never felt the separation so deeply that it actually drove fear into his heart. Al never realized that he could feel fear.
"It feels- different," he confessed, looking back at the blissfully unaware blue sky. "Usually it doesn't seem like... I just- I feel like this time-"
Wil was altogether too patient with him, waiting calmly as Al tried to choke out the words. It was harder than he thought because he wasn't like this. He flirted, he kissed, he did what he liked with whomever he wanted and bounced back from any misstep without missing a beat.
"I feel like she might be thinking about her future."
It was something he couldn't think about, not yet. Second born of a prominent king he'd have to think about it some day but he was only fifteen and even entertaining the notion of future felt like being pressed against the precipice of a sharp, dark ravine. It had to sound so stupid to Wil, oldest son who could afford to think of nothing but the future.
But all Wil did was clap a hand to his shoulder. Ever quietly understanding, Al wasn't sure if he felt better or worse about the whole thing.
"If she is, she'll talk to you. She wouldn't decide anything without, right?"
Al couldn't nod. Wil paid that no mind.
"I've seen you two together. I've seen the way you look at each other. She'll return and you'll sit down and talk like adults. Now, c'mon." He stood and offered a hand. "Worrying does not suit you, too out of place."
He had to bark a laugh at that statement. "Are you serious? My aged-prematurely brother, who gave me not one but five volumes of political history to read while I was sick with influenza, is telling me not to be serious? What, are you inhabited by a demon?"
"Only for today," Wil replied mildly. "Desperate times and all that. We're going riding. Get your things."
"Whatever you say, M'lord, M'liege." They walked off together, leaving the worry to sink into the soft grass of the garden behind them.
The light was fading quickly beyond the horizon and the darker it became, the more Alois found himself straining as he leafed through the book on French political standards he hadn't needed to read since his teenage years. At least, not since he believed he was past the age where he would be advised to spend his energy on indoor tasks as his father had framed it.
To his credit, he lasted longer than even thought he would. These matters were best left to his older brother- while he was certainly capable of brushing up on political history, staying still and cooped up indoors was not on his list favorite activities. The French would have to wait; his muscles were aching for movement. He set the volume aside and scrubbed a hand under his eye.
"Never again," he vowed, "It is entirely unnatural to sit in a single position for this long."
The little boy got into Alois' bedroom and hid under the bed laughing softly, thinking his big brother hadn't seen him hiding there.
There was a lot to be said for returning home- namely the fact that he would finally have the chance to sleep in his own bed again. Or, at least, that was the plan. He moved to sit but paused when he heard the distinct sound of person coming from under the mattress. He might have worried but Alois was fairly sure that most intruders wishing harm didn’t giggle.
Slowly, with a gentle, amused smile on his lips, he knelt down at the edge of the bed and lifted the corner of the sheet that hung over it, exposing the little boy below.
Trying not to laugh, he teased, “-Did you know that goblins like to live under beds?”
The smile on his face turned to a frightened face. “G-goblins? W-what’s that?!” He came out from under the bed tearful and ran to hug his brother. “Save me!! Don’t let them eat me!!” He broke to mourn scared.
"You mean you haven't heard of goblins?" Alois replied, voice bordering on the edge of a laugh. "They're little, evil creatures that like to play tricks on humans. And they hide in the dark to wait for people to find them by accident."
He gathered his little brother in hug and playfully ruffled his hair. It wasn't his aim to terrify the boy- just fulfill his role of teasing older brother. "You don't need to worry, Matt, they can't touch you while I'm here. See, I defeated their king once in battle and they're too scared to come near!"
The little boy got into Alois' bedroom and hid under the bed laughing softly, thinking his big brother hadn't seen him hiding there.
There was a lot to be said for returning home- namely the fact that he would finally have the chance to sleep in his own bed again. Or, at least, that was the plan. He moved to sit but paused when he heard the distinct sound of person coming from under the mattress. He might have worried but Alois was fairly sure that most intruders wishing harm didn't giggle.
Slowly, with a gentle, amused smile on his lips, he knelt down at the edge of the bed and lifted the corner of the sheet that hung over it, exposing the little boy below.
Trying not to laugh, he teased, "-Did you know that goblins like to live under beds?"
"Don’t get too close." //Because I have your thread in my sights, I just need motivation to reply to it.
"-What?" Alois' brow furrowed in concern and he very nearly took a step forward before remembering himself and rocking back on his heels. He raised both hands in a show of peace.
"Wouldn't dream of it," he replied gently, regarding the young queen carefully. Disturbing her was the last thing he wanted, and though he wasn't quite sure what he'd done he wouldn't dare disrespect her wishes. Which meant showing that he was nonthreatening as possible.
"I- is everything alright? I hope I haven't done something to offend you."
"I- oh my." Alois grinned broadly before clasping a warm hand gently around his mother's shoulder. "A beautiful name, mother. My god, another sibling- congratulations are in order!"
Concern passed briefly over his features for a moment. "I know the- whole experience can be difficult. Are you feeling well?"
Elsa smiled politely at the prince, “Oh, feel no need to call me Majesty, like I said, Elsa is fine.” The young Queen was a little amused at the princes mistake, then she took no thought to it. The blonde haired women, whom was constantly mistaken as to have white hair, curtsied slightly. It had been a while since she had done that, not a lot of royalty passed through Arendelle, only for big events she hosted. Or, Anna hosted. Her little sister loved balls, big dinners, anything that brought people of their own status to the kingdom. Despite what her younger sister says, Elsa is sure she only likes those events to see Kristoff annoyed and all flustered.
An olive branch of sorts? More like damage control. After what occurred a while back with Hans, the youngest prince from the Isles, Elsa had been expecting one of the other princes to come and try to clear their name. Elsa didn’t judge an entire family by one man though, she liked to think the best of people when she first met them, and then label them afterwards. “Other matters?” Nodding more to herself, Elsa threw a long slender arm towards the castle, “If you like we can step inside and talk about these, other matters.”
Other matters usually meant just more paperwork for Elsa, but that was nothing she wasn’t use to. She was Queen, and with the title came responsibilities, ones that sometimes annoyed the young women, but she knew it had to be done. At least Alois seemed nice, usually when the rare occasion came that a King or Prince came to talk about things with her, they were snotty, rude, and utterly boring. Elsa would be forced to sit in a room with them as they blabbered nonsense in their breathy, nasal voices. It sent the Queen off the edge sometimes.
"I'll try to get used to it- formalities have always been a necessity." Alois could imagine his father's indignant expression at the proposal- a crowned royal asking to be called by name?- but he'd long ago learned to distinguish true propriety from the king's standards and the thought did nothing but amuse him. The old man never quite caught onto the concept of adapting to fit one's surroundings. Fortunately, that was something Alois was much better at.
Being a glorified political janitor didn't sound entirely appealing, and he shrugged in a manner meant to convey his sentiments- what can you do? "In all honesty, you can imagine what those must be." He had to assume that with the throne came sharp wits. Besides it wasn't as if what had happened was any secret. "But I agree, best not to spoil such a beautiful day by airing the conversation outdoors."
His smile stayed warm but his voice dropped a little lower. "I imagine the topic at hand is not one that is pleasant for you. I want to thank you, perhaps prematurely, for any generosity you feel you can give. It is utterly kind of you, to even entertain the thought of a meeting." It wasn't a lie- he did highly respect the fact that she hadn't sent him away immediately upon hearing mention of his family. Not many would even allow the conversation to go this far. Growing up he had never met a royal who wasn't harsh in word and deed.
"Alois, where are you headed? Why are your trunks packed?" Hans looked to his brother and over to the many trunks which were being hauled out of the castle.
Everything but his personal satchel had been packed the night before. As he adjusted the strap over his shoulder, a voice caused him to still in his actions before turning towards the door. He quirked an eyebrow at his youngest brother, which was at odds with his otherwise deadpan expression.
"You know why," he replied, finishing then turning around. "Seeing as you incited an international incident.”
Hans thought himself a man, but his brothers made him feel like a child. They were always scolding and mocking him even now at 23. He’d thought each decision out carefully and weighed the consequences, even in Arendelle he knew he could face death for his actions but power was within reach and he’d gone to far to turn back.
He eyed his older brother, his glaze unwavering, not willing to back down. Even if his brother returned holding his own head, Hans would refuse to feel sorrow. “Just how are things now, exactly? Should I not be content with my punishment? Would you not be?”
Well at least Hans had his pride- one thing Alois was sure would be hard to strip from his brother. But if he wasn't careful it might be his undoing. Or at the very least it wouldn't help his situation, not as precarious as it already was. And he didn't like this, he didn't like seeing his youngest brother suffer. Not that it could be helped, and not that he was feeling entirely soft, particularly facing down the other's attempt to preserve dignity.
"They're awful," he replied, honestly but without any trace of sadness in his voice. His tone was even, blunt. "At each other's throats, entirely miserable. Acting reckless." He'd accomplished a fairly unemotional tone for the most part, but the last was sharply pointed, then followed quickly by a sigh.
"Honestly? You should." He didn't look away, just took a moment to mull over his words. "I would, had I done what you did. But don't mistake contentment for stagnation. If you're smart you'll learn from this- keep your head down but fight to do better."
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