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Title: The Truth About the 13th Prince
Author: Tsubame Ongaku
Fandom: Disney’s Frozen
Pairing: Anna and Hans of the Southern Isles
Rating: T
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Disney.
Summary: Nobody ever remembered the 13th Prince of the Southern Isles. It didn’t help that it was clear that he could never hope to inherit the throne. That was why he believed that the only way he could be loved and find love was to be king.

Notes: After watching ‘Frozen’ with my two friends, one of my friends asked me to write a fanfiction about Hans ‘getting the  girl’ after being so disappointed with what happened at the ending. I actually agree that what happened to Hans didn’t really make sense to me. I didn’t know about writing a fanfiction though. I am too lazy to do it lately. However, I caved in and decided to write. I decided to write something through the eyes of Hans and try to explain his strange behavior while of course giving him the girl. 

Credit: This was beta’d by my good friend Steshin. The same friend that asked me to write this. GIF source can be found here. Thank you, very much, Keavc! I was looking for you like crazy!

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Disclaimer: The world you are about to enter is completely fictional. The characters belong to the Disney. Any events or characters resembling real people are purely coincidental… or I am just psychic. :D

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The Truth About the 13th Prince


By Tsubame Ongaku


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The door to the king’s private library was closed again. A six-year-old Hans of the Southern Isles stood in front of it with a book about Finance in his arms. The book was thick and was half as big as he was. The young boy had a proud and smug look on his face. It had taken six months of study, but he could finally confidently talk to his father like a big boy.  

“This time”, he whispered. “This time. Father will be proud.” He was confident that this time —- his father will not close the door on him. Father could not tell him to leave anymore while he had “big boy” talks with his eldest brother, the Crown Prince. 
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He was confident. That was what he thought … but the quivering of his cold fingers told a different story. Shyly, Hans pushed open the heavy doors of the library and found his father and brother at the desk. It looked like they were having a deep discussion about the expenditures of the Crown Prince’s latest escapade with his wife. 

“That budget was supposed to go to the rebuilding of the irrigation!” The king shouted as he slammed his palm against the surface of his oak desk. “Not to buy a new phaeton! There is a good number of them already available for you and your wife’s disposal at any time. What is the need for another one?!”

The younger man looked very unconcerned. “This is the latest model father! Livia and I agreed that as the Crown Prince I shouldn’t embarrass myself by appearing in an outdated phaeton. It would be an embarrassment to the kingdom! If you ask me, father, you should really be thanking me.”

“You are my heir! It is time you start acting like one I can be proud of!”

Despite how young Hans was, he could already sense that this would be a bad time to bother his father. The arrival of his third brother confirmed it. Alain was the third prince and he had been looking for him because it was time for his horseback lessons. Needless to say, he wasn’t overly happy to see Hans in front of their father’s library again. 

“Hans, what are you doing here? Your instructor is looking for you. You are late for your lesson again,” he whispered. He didn’t want to bother their father and brother. Slowly, he pulled the child away from the door and quietly closed it before continuing. “Father will not be pleased to hear that you missed your lesson again —- what are you holding?”

It seemed that the older brother didn’t notice the heartbroken expression Hans made as the door closed on his face again. Hans quickly recovered though and held his book up with his tiny hands and smiled proudly. “I wanted to show daddy what I learned.”

Alain looked far from impressed. In fact, he didn’t look like he believed him at all. Who would believe that a child that was barely learning how to groom his pony would know anything about finance? The eighteen-year-old Alain didn’t even know the difference between equitable and a table. There is no way that a six-year-old could. “He’s busy with Ivan right now. You shouldn’t bother him.”

“I’m not. I just wanted to show daddy that I can understand ‘big boy’ stuff too.” 

The third prince gave an exasperated sigh and took the book from the boy. It was ridiculous that the he was even allowed to even dream about understanding it. He made a note to himself to speak with his classroom teacher after brunch. “If you want to be a big boy, you can start by not lying.”

Hans had no hope to compete with Alain who was more than twice his size and weight. That didn’t mean he wouldn’t try. He jumped up as high as he could and tried to reach for his book. “Give it back! Give it back to me! I haven’t showed daddy yet! I wasn’t lying! I did my best! I do understand —-” 

His pleas were met by deaf ears. A few minutes later, Alain was gone to look for the ridiculous person who gave such a book to a child and fire him. 

Again, Hans was left at the hallway alone. He never understood why this always happened nor could he understand why his brother refused to believe him. He did understand about debit, credit and how to begin book keeping. He studied and studied so hard in secret.

He turned to stare at the closed door again and willing for it to open for him. Of course, it didn’t. His father couldn’t see him … because he wasn’t a ‘big boy’ like his brother. Maybe it was also because he wasn’t his father’s air. 

Why does his father need an air? And you can’t see air. Could his father really see him when he becomes air? Is that what he needed so father would see him? Their oldest brother didn’t look like he wanted to be the air. Can’t he also be an air? What did he have to do?

It was clear that he wasn’t getting answers from his father … or his brothers. 

He stood there staring at the door for several minutes before leaving as well. There was no point upsetting his brother even more by not showing up for his lessons at all. 

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His mother was a beautiful woman. While his twelve brothers all took from their burly father, he took after his mother. You’d think that would make his mother love him the most —- but it didn’t. His mother was always busy flaunting the accomplishments of his second brother. 

Cedric was said to be the most handsome brother and took after their father the most. He was a captain of his own fleet, had good looks and was the second son. This made him quite popular with the ladies, which was why he was their mother’s favorite. He was the son she could flaunt to her friends.

Hans could remember looking for his mother in one of her garden parties. He was always shooed away because he was young, but he cold always remember the fond look on his mother’s face having Cedric beside her as she enumerated his countless accomplishments to her friends. 

At the age of eight, his intelligence was more apparent. However, because of this he saw his father even less because all his instructors insisted that he buried himself more in his books. By the time he was ten years old, he forgot all about pleasing his father and his mother. He excelled in his studies … attempting to show his brothers that he was the best. 

His attempts were always close but not close enough. Despite being more intelligent than average, he couldn’t compete with Cedric. He was also quite good with the sword, but their eldest brother, Ivan was even better. 

He was quite bitter. He was always going to be “The Thirteenth Prince.” No one remembered his name or what he accomplished. He was simply the thirteenth prince. But that didn’t mean he was going to let it show. To the people of the Southern Isles, the thirteenth prince was a pleasant young man. He had a ready smile and beautiful manners. Hans hid his real face well. 

That didn’t mean he has never loved. 

When he was eighteen, he met Marie. 

Marie was the princess of the Western Isles. She had a beauty that was unmatched. She had dark hair that was common for the people of the Western Isles, but had purple eyes that were rare like jewels in their land. Hans fell in love almost instantly but he wasn’t the only one. Most of his brothers did too. 

Being the youngest and closest to her age, he was naïve enough to believe that he had a chance. He courted her like a man possessed. At that time, he might as well be possessed. She was —- his first. That night, he thought it meant that she felt the same way for him. 

The next day, he searched for her in order to propose. He found her at the pavilion in the garden with the other noble ladies. Before he could interrupt, he heard his name. They were talking about him. 

“I heard you and the thirteenth prince have become quite close,” one of the ladies said. 

Marie smiled mischievously. “Very close. I dare say he might be in love with me.” 

“Oh! Then, should we be expecting wedding bells to chime soon?”

She first answered with a shrug. “Maybe. I am fond of him. ‘tis true but —- I have caught the eye of the third prince. Don’t you think that would be the better match? The first prince of Solaria seems to have his eye on me too. He is not as handsome as the Southern Isles brothers but I could be queen. The thirteenth prince? That is simply out of the question. A match with him would never do.”

He froze and quietly walked away. That day, he told himself that it was foolish to fall in love and decided never to make that mistake again. Love only existed if he was king. As the thirteenth prince, he was nothing. 

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Five years passed after hearing that dreadful conversation. The Southern Isles received an invitation to the soon-to-be-queen Elsa of Arendelle. There had been a lot of talk about the princesses of Arendelle. There were a lot of questions about why the royal family had kept the doors of their palace closed. 

As he had expected, the older brothers didn’t really feel like going. It wouldn’t at all be interesting if the queen was especially frigid, no matter how beautiful rumors said she was. However, they couldn’t refuse the invitation either. Much to their surprise though, Hans volunteered. 

The brothers didn’t think much of it. They simply thought that their youngest brother was simply being pleasant as he always was. Cedric wasn’t so sure. He gave Hans an odd look of suspicion. Though Hans had never done anything to earn suspicion, Cedric always felt that there was something odd about their youngest brother. 

Maybe it was those rare moments when he could see a different kind of smile on Hans’ face. It was an almost cunning smile that Cedric just didn’t trust. “You don’t have to, Hans. I’ll go.”

“I don’t think it is wise to leave your fleet at a time like this. You and Ivan are needed here”, he insisted. 

“Alright. Stay out of trouble, Father was good friends with the late king.”

The Southern Isles was planning the wedding of the sixth prince to the fifth princess of the Northern Isles to strengthen the bond between the two kingdoms. They were still in the middle of negotiations. Cedric hated to admit it but his brother was right. 

“I will not let you down, brother.”

“See that you don’t.” 

After that, Hans left the room and Cedric took a deep breath. He wasn’t sure but he thought he saw that cunning look in his eyes again. 

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Hans slammed the door behind him as soon as he entered his chambers. Talking with his second brother was quite tiresome. “How dare that fool speak to me that way? He is only the second son, but he spoke to me like he was a king. How stupid.” 

Cedric.

His mother’s favorite. 

Out of all his brothers, he was probably the most tiresome. He was more clever than the crown prince, Ivan and the one the people desired most to be king. The way he was always looking at him was almost like he suspected something. 

He reached for one of his favorite sandwiches he had one of the maids send up earlier. 

It was such an annoyance to keep playing the perfect prince and it made him hungry. 

He didn’t need to keep acting for long though. Just a little more and he can finally have everything he ever wanted. He would be king. On top of his fireplace was a snow globe that he had custom made five years ago during his trip to the Northern Isles. It was his first encounter with snow.

It was always spring in the Southern Isles, so he didn’t have a lot of experience with snow. On the trip, he found the snow so beautiful and strangely so much like himself—cold and at times quietly resentful. He bought a snow globe to remind himself of the truth about himself and not to forget. 

In the morning, he leaves for Arendelle. He smiled because he already knew what waited for him there. 

It would be a throne. He would be king … and he didn’t care who would get in his way. 

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The second princess of Arendelle was not quite what he expected. She was the total opposite of Marie of the Western Isles. 

Her name was Anna.

She was not the beauty Marie was and she was extremely awkward. It was clear that she had no training at all in the rules and decorum of court. She didn’t flutter her eyes or play coy nor did she seem aware to use her feminine wiles at all.  

This girl was extremely naïve … and obviously desperate for love.  

It was going to be more ridiculously easy to become king than he thought. Of course there was also the small problem of the older sister of course. He’d done his research and he knew that he didn’t have a chance with the future queen.  As queen, she would be expected to marry appropriately. 

It would just be the matter of marrying the second princess and find a way to get rid of the older sister. 

Of course he had no taste for killing, but it was necessary. 

What he didn’t expect though was how much this girl was very much like himself. Beyond the love for chocolate and sandwiches, she was just as lonely as he was. He could tell whenever she would look to her sister. 

Queen Elsa always stood tall in front of her throne and looking every inch a monarch, looking very much like his brother Cedric. Most of the attendees gathered around the queen, wishing her a long reign. None of them gave any attention to the second princess in front of him. That was good. It would make winning her heart even easier. Loneliness and longing made a prey easier to catch.

He knew that better than anyone but … 

“Do you want to eat sandwiches?” she asked. 

He was stunned for a few seconds. That was a very unprincess-like snack after all. “How did you know?! I love —- grilled cheese sandwiches.”

“—- Grilled cheese sandwiches!” She said at the same time. “That’s because I love them too!” 

They were too much alike … but then he chose to remind himself that he wasn’t naïve as she was. He wasn’t at all trusting and warm either. He had frozen his heart long ago. That was what he told himself but before he knew it, she was dragging him all over the palace like in some kind of love ballad.

After some time, he brought her to his ship and began showing her around. This was something he had never done for a girl, even when he was still in love with Marie, she had hated being cramped inside a ship and disliked the salty smell of the ocean. He found that very ironic because her new husband’s castle was beside the ocean. 

The cabin was empty with the exception of the snow globe on top of his bedside table. It was the only decorative article in the room, so of course it was the first thing that she was curious about. 

“This is beautiful”, she whispered. “My sister and I … used to play in the snow often when we were kids.”

“What happened?” he asked.

“I told you … she shut me out. She never told me why. If she told me she hated me, maybe I wouldn’t be feeling like this.” She sounded like she was about to cry. 

Someone had closed the door on her too. He was suddenly brought back to the time of his childhood where his father, mother and brothers shut the door on him too. “I will never do that to you.”

“Really?” she asked. Her look was so trusting but he refused to feel any guilt. 

“I promise.” It was then that he kissed her. Calculating each of the lips and every stroke of his tongue. He was quite determined to have her fall in love with him that night. She was already at least half in love with him. She was surprised by it at first, but didn’t push him away. This was natural, wasn’t it? Because in her head, he loved her and she loved him. 

He was tempted to test how far she was willing to let him go. His hand slipped from her cheek to her shoulder —- but they were interrupted by a knock on the door by one of his men. He was telling them it was time to return to the palace. 

“That is a beautiful sword”, she said pointing at the sword displayed on the wall in his room. 

“That’s a gift from our father. My brothers and I all have it.” It had a golden handle with intricate designs etched on it. It also had the kingdom’s crest with the number 13 on it. It was a constant reminder that he was the thirteenth prince. 

She grinned mischievously. “Are you any good with the sword?”

“I wouldn’t say good. I’d say I am pretty great at it.” He wasn’t sure what to make of what she just said. Was it necessary? Ladies playing with swords are unthinkable after all.

“Do you mind if I try it?”

He didn’t see the harm, so he took the sword down from its mantle. “By all means.”

To his surprise, she took the sword from him and expertly handled it. “I’ll be the judge of that.”

So the little princess wanted to play? He decided to accept her challenge, but it was the only sword in the room. He grabbed a candelabrum just in time to block her first thrust.  It was a surprisingly challenging duel and he had to admit that he hadn’t had an enjoyable duel like that in a long time. 

He had such an enjoyable time; he almost wanted to kiss her. She almost looked like she was blushing. Her cheeks were red from the sudden exercise. He was unfortunately interrupted a second time by one of his men, this time, to tell them that their horses were ready. 

To prove how much he ‘loved’ her, he gave her his precious snow globe, an action that surprised even himself. He always saw himself as that snow globe. Cold and frozen. It made no sense to him at that time to give a part of himself to her.

They left for the palace not long after, but they took a detour to the falls where Hans proposed marriage. 

As he had planned, she said yes. However, she didn’t want to elope with him. Anna wanted to tell her sister and get her blessing. She seemed quite confident they’d get it. 

“You ask for my blessing and my answer is no”, Queen Elsa said. 

It infuriated Hans inside because she spoke like Cedric. He always had to have the last word too. Unfortunately, it seems that the queen had more sense than her younger sister. It seemed it would mean winning her the hard way and be a good boy a bit longer. 

But things got interesting when the queen was revealed to be some sort of sorceress. 

The queen was making this easy. All he needed to do was bring her head on a silver platter and he would win. He would finally succeed in something his brothers never did. He would become king before they do. 

When Anna left to chase her sister, she left him in charge of her kingdom. It was clear now that her trust in him was absolute. Hans asked her if she could trust Elsa —- but what the question should really be was … could she really trust him?

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A few months after his failure to capture the kingdom of Arendelle and was returned to the Southern Isles in disgrace was Hans’s brother’s wedding. It was the third son; Alain’s wedding and the kingdom had invited the queen and the princess to show their sincere apology for the actions of the thirteenth prince. 

Hans was punished of course. A lot of his personal privileges had been taken away for the time being and he was forbidden to leave the palace unless to go out for family functions. There was no more going out with the dukes and enjoying a bit of vice, nor could he even ride his horse out in the country. 

He was inside a magnificent cage. 

The wedding had to be beautiful, so the preparations were long and grueling. Elsa couldn’t attend but Anna did and she brought with her a beautiful ice sculpture from her sister as an apology for her absence and a gift for the newlyweds. 

The ice sculpture was that of a life-size polar bear. 

Word from the men that came with her was that she was currently seeing a commoner named Kristoff. It was a relief that she didn’t bring him. Not that it would have made a difference. But it seems she hadn’t forgiven him—and honestly who could blame her? The first few days of her stay, she had flatly refused to see him alone and she never gave him any opportunities either. She never left her room alone and she timed her arrival to any event when the room would be full when she arrived. 

In the short time they have been apart she had become quite clever. 

It didn’t hinder him. It only motivated him —- to be a lot trickier. 

She was not the only one that knew how to time things right. He could give her lessons. 

On her third day in the kingdom after the wedding rehearsals, he knew that she would be fitted for her dress and with most of the people in the palace busy with the preparations with the wedding just days away. He knew that she would be walking back to her room alone after the fitting. Midway, walking back to her room, he surprises her buy pulling her into an empty room. 

She tried to fight back of course, but he told her. “Keep quiet and give me a chance to talk!” 

He wasn’t even bothering to act like the perfect prince anymore. 

“Let me go. I don’t want to talk to you —- yo-you liar!”

“Would you —-”

“You lied about everything! You lied about loving me…”

He didn’t deny lying about loving her, but he responded, “Not everything was a lie.” 

Anna looked at the room behind him. On the table was a half-eaten plate of sandwiches. Grilled cheese sandwiches. So he hadn’t been lying about that. Now she was confused. She couldn’t filter out any more what was true and false.

“The only thing I lied about was loving you.” 

She turned to him and she had a lot of hatred in her eyes. 

“What did you expect, your highness? How could anyone fall in love after just one day?”

“I did! I loved you!”

“How do you know? Being trapped in the palace, you probably didn’t meet a lot of people. I was probably the first guy your age to pay any attention to you at all.”

She became very quiet. It seems that he had hit a nerve. If she hated him before, she really hated him now. He left her to die a painful death. How could he expect her to forgive him for that? “You left me for dead.”

“Even if I kissed you, you would have died anyway. I couldn’t let the chance to be king pass by.”

Painfully truthful. “Why? Why do you want to be king so badly?”

“That is none of your business. You can go now. I just wanted to tell you that. Not everything I told you … was a lie.” For some reason, he didn’t want her to continue believing that for the rest of her life. 

“No. I want you to tell me.”

How stubborn. He didn’t remember this about her. “Give me a reason why I should.”

But she couldn’t. It was strange how it should matter to her at all after what he had almost done to her. While she was distracted, he moved closer to her and very slowly placed his arms around her. She was trying, but somewhere inside her was the same naïve girl he knew. Much  more slowly, this time … he wanted her to fall in love with him again. 

He took his time. After all, they were alone and nobody would probably realize they were missing until much later. She made his seduction easy because she had her hair done up. It made it easy to kiss her slender neck. He could feel her shiver under his lips and it wasn’t from the cold. 

She wasn’t immune to him after all. 

“What are you doing?” she demanded finally, fighting the haze that seemed to overcome her. 

“What does it look like?” he grinned, lifting her chin up in a familiar manner. It wasn’t the gentle smile that she fell in love with the first time. It was cunning and confident. “I don’t care how long it takes. Somehow, I’ll make you fall in love with this me.”

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Title: The Truth About the 13th Prince

Author: Tsubame Ongaku

Fandom: Disney’s Frozen

Pairing: Anna and Hans of the Southern Isles

Rating: T

Disclaimer: Characters belong to Disney.

Summary: Nobody ever remembered the 13th Prince of the Southern Isles. It didn’t help that it was clear that he could never hope to inherit the throne. That was why he believed that the only way he could be loved and find love was to be king.

Notes: After watching ‘Frozen’ with my two friends, one of my friends asked me to write a fanfiction about Hans ‘getting the  girl’ after being so disappointed with what happened at the ending. I actually agree that what happened to Hans didn’t really make sense to me. I didn’t know about writing a fanfiction though. I am too lazy to do it lately. However, I caved in and decided to write. I decided to write something through the eyes of Hans and try to explain his strange behavior while of course giving him the girl. 

Credit: This was beta’d by my good friend Steshin. The same friend that asked me to write this. GIF source can be found here. Thank you, very much, Keavc! I was looking for you like crazy!

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Disclaimer: The world you are about to enter is completely fictional. The characters belong to the Disney. Any events or characters resembling real people are purely coincidental… or I am just psychic. :D

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The Truth About the 13th Prince

By Tsubame Ongaku

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The door to the king’s private library was closed again. A six-year-old Hans of the Southern Isles stood in front of it with a book about Finance in his arms. The book was thick and was half as big as he was. The young boy had a proud and smug look on his face. It had taken six months of study, but he could finally confidently talk to his father like a big boy.  

“This time”, he whispered. “This time. Father will be proud.” He was confident that this time —- his father will not close the door on him. Father could not tell him to leave anymore while he had “big boy” talks with his eldest brother, the Crown Prince. 

He was confident. That was what he thought … but the quivering of his cold fingers told a different story. Shyly, Hans pushed open the heavy doors of the library and found his father and brother at the desk. It looked like they were having a deep discussion about the expenditures of the Crown Prince’s latest escapade with his wife. 

“That budget was supposed to go to the rebuilding of the irrigation!” The king shouted as he slammed his palm against the surface of his oak desk. “Not to buy a new phaeton! There is a good number of them already available for you and your wife’s disposal at any time. What is the need for another one?!”

The younger man looked very unconcerned. “This is the latest model father! Livia and I agreed that as the Crown Prince I shouldn’t embarrass myself by appearing in an outdated phaeton. It would be an embarrassment to the kingdom! If you ask me, father, you should really be thanking me.”

“You are my heir! It is time you start acting like one I can be proud of!”

Despite how young Hans was, he could already sense that this would be a bad time to bother his father. The arrival of his third brother confirmed it. Alain was the third prince and he had been looking for him because it was time for his horseback lessons. Needless to say, he wasn’t overly happy to see Hans in front of their father’s library again. 

“Hans, what are you doing here? Your instructor is looking for you. You are late for your lesson again,” he whispered. He didn’t want to bother their father and brother. Slowly, he pulled the child away from the door and quietly closed it before continuing. “Father will not be pleased to hear that you missed your lesson again —- what are you holding?”

It seemed that the older brother didn’t notice the heartbroken expression Hans made as the door closed on his face again. Hans quickly recovered though and held his book up with his tiny hands and smiled proudly. “I wanted to show daddy what I learned.”

Alain looked far from impressed. In fact, he didn’t look like he believed him at all. Who would believe that a child that was barely learning how to groom his pony would know anything about finance? The eighteen-year-old Alain didn’t even know the difference between equitable and a table. There is no way that a six-year-old could. “He’s busy with Ivan right now. You shouldn’t bother him.”

“I’m not. I just wanted to show daddy that I can understand ‘big boy’ stuff too.” 

The third prince gave an exasperated sigh and took the book from the boy. It was ridiculous that the he was even allowed to even dream about understanding it. He made a note to himself to speak with his classroom teacher after brunch. “If you want to be a big boy, you can start by not lying.”

Hans had no hope to compete with Alain who was more than twice his size and weight. That didn’t mean he wouldn’t try. He jumped up as high as he could and tried to reach for his book. “Give it back! Give it back to me! I haven’t showed daddy yet! I wasn’t lying! I did my best! I do understand —-” 

His pleas were met by deaf ears. A few minutes later, Alain was gone to look for the ridiculous person who gave such a book to a child and fire him. 

Again, Hans was left at the hallway alone. He never understood why this always happened nor could he understand why his brother refused to believe him. He did understand about debit, credit and how to begin book keeping. He studied and studied so hard in secret.

He turned to stare at the closed door again and willing for it to open for him. Of course, it didn’t. His father couldn’t see him … because he wasn’t a ‘big boy’ like his brother. Maybe it was also because he wasn’t his father’s air. 

Why does his father need an air? And you can’t see air. Could his father really see him when he becomes air? Is that what he needed so father would see him? Their oldest brother didn’t look like he wanted to be the air. Can’t he also be an air? What did he have to do?

It was clear that he wasn’t getting answers from his father … or his brothers. 

He stood there staring at the door for several minutes before leaving as well. There was no point upsetting his brother even more by not showing up for his lessons at all. 

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His mother was a beautiful woman. While his twelve brothers all took from their burly father, he took after his mother. You’d think that would make his mother love him the most —- but it didn’t. His mother was always busy flaunting the accomplishments of his second brother. 

Cedric was said to be the most handsome brother and took after their father the most. He was a captain of his own fleet, had good looks and was the second son. This made him quite popular with the ladies, which was why he was their mother’s favorite. He was the son she could flaunt to her friends.

Hans could remember looking for his mother in one of her garden parties. He was always shooed away because he was young, but he cold always remember the fond look on his mother’s face having Cedric beside her as she enumerated his countless accomplishments to her friends. 

At the age of eight, his intelligence was more apparent. However, because of this he saw his father even less because all his instructors insisted that he buried himself more in his books. By the time he was ten years old, he forgot all about pleasing his father and his mother. He excelled in his studies … attempting to show his brothers that he was the best. 

His attempts were always close but not close enough. Despite being more intelligent than average, he couldn’t compete with Cedric. He was also quite good with the sword, but their eldest brother, Ivan was even better. 

He was quite bitter. He was always going to be “The Thirteenth Prince.” No one remembered his name or what he accomplished. He was simply the thirteenth prince. But that didn’t mean he was going to let it show. To the people of the Southern Isles, the thirteenth prince was a pleasant young man. He had a ready smile and beautiful manners. Hans hid his real face well. 

That didn’t mean he has never loved. 

When he was eighteen, he met Marie. 

Marie was the princess of the Western Isles. She had a beauty that was unmatched. She had dark hair that was common for the people of the Western Isles, but had purple eyes that were rare like jewels in their land. Hans fell in love almost instantly but he wasn’t the only one. Most of his brothers did too. 

Being the youngest and closest to her age, he was naïve enough to believe that he had a chance. He courted her like a man possessed. At that time, he might as well be possessed. She was —- his first. That night, he thought it meant that she felt the same way for him. 

The next day, he searched for her in order to propose. He found her at the pavilion in the garden with the other noble ladies. Before he could interrupt, he heard his name. They were talking about him. 

“I heard you and the thirteenth prince have become quite close,” one of the ladies said. 

Marie smiled mischievously. “Very close. I dare say he might be in love with me.” 

“Oh! Then, should we be expecting wedding bells to chime soon?”

She first answered with a shrug. “Maybe. I am fond of him. ‘tis true but —- I have caught the eye of the third prince. Don’t you think that would be the better match? The first prince of Solaria seems to have his eye on me too. He is not as handsome as the Southern Isles brothers but I could be queen. The thirteenth prince? That is simply out of the question. A match with him would never do.”

He froze and quietly walked away. That day, he told himself that it was foolish to fall in love and decided never to make that mistake again. Love only existed if he was king. As the thirteenth prince, he was nothing. 

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Five years passed after hearing that dreadful conversation. The Southern Isles received an invitation to the soon-to-be-queen Elsa of Arendelle. There had been a lot of talk about the princesses of Arendelle. There were a lot of questions about why the royal family had kept the doors of their palace closed. 

As he had expected, the older brothers didn’t really feel like going. It wouldn’t at all be interesting if the queen was especially frigid, no matter how beautiful rumors said she was. However, they couldn’t refuse the invitation either. Much to their surprise though, Hans volunteered. 

The brothers didn’t think much of it. They simply thought that their youngest brother was simply being pleasant as he always was. Cedric wasn’t so sure. He gave Hans an odd look of suspicion. Though Hans had never done anything to earn suspicion, Cedric always felt that there was something odd about their youngest brother. 

Maybe it was those rare moments when he could see a different kind of smile on Hans’ face. It was an almost cunning smile that Cedric just didn’t trust. “You don’t have to, Hans. I’ll go.”

“I don’t think it is wise to leave your fleet at a time like this. You and Ivan are needed here”, he insisted. 

“Alright. Stay out of trouble, Father was good friends with the late king.”

The Southern Isles was planning the wedding of the sixth prince to the fifth princess of the Northern Isles to strengthen the bond between the two kingdoms. They were still in the middle of negotiations. Cedric hated to admit it but his brother was right. 

“I will not let you down, brother.”

“See that you don’t.” 

After that, Hans left the room and Cedric took a deep breath. He wasn’t sure but he thought he saw that cunning look in his eyes again. 

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Hans slammed the door behind him as soon as he entered his chambers. Talking with his second brother was quite tiresome. “How dare that fool speak to me that way? He is only the second son, but he spoke to me like he was a king. How stupid.” 

Cedric.

His mother’s favorite. 

Out of all his brothers, he was probably the most tiresome. He was more clever than the crown prince, Ivan and the one the people desired most to be king. The way he was always looking at him was almost like he suspected something. 

He reached for one of his favorite sandwiches he had one of the maids send up earlier. 

It was such an annoyance to keep playing the perfect prince and it made him hungry. 

He didn’t need to keep acting for long though. Just a little more and he can finally have everything he ever wanted. He would be king. On top of his fireplace was a snow globe that he had custom made five years ago during his trip to the Northern Isles. It was his first encounter with snow.

It was always spring in the Southern Isles, so he didn’t have a lot of experience with snow. On the trip, he found the snow so beautiful and strangely so much like himself—cold and at times quietly resentful. He bought a snow globe to remind himself of the truth about himself and not to forget. 

In the morning, he leaves for Arendelle. He smiled because he already knew what waited for him there. 

It would be a throne. He would be king … and he didn’t care who would get in his way. 

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The second princess of Arendelle was not quite what he expected. She was the total opposite of Marie of the Western Isles. 

Her name was Anna.

She was not the beauty Marie was and she was extremely awkward. It was clear that she had no training at all in the rules and decorum of court. She didn’t flutter her eyes or play coy nor did she seem aware to use her feminine wiles at all.  

This girl was extremely naïve … and obviously desperate for love.  

It was going to be more ridiculously easy to become king than he thought. Of course there was also the small problem of the older sister of course. He’d done his research and he knew that he didn’t have a chance with the future queen.  As queen, she would be expected to marry appropriately. 

It would just be the matter of marrying the second princess and find a way to get rid of the older sister. 

Of course he had no taste for killing, but it was necessary. 

What he didn’t expect though was how much this girl was very much like himself. Beyond the love for chocolate and sandwiches, she was just as lonely as he was. He could tell whenever she would look to her sister. 

Queen Elsa always stood tall in front of her throne and looking every inch a monarch, looking very much like his brother Cedric. Most of the attendees gathered around the queen, wishing her a long reign. None of them gave any attention to the second princess in front of him. That was good. It would make winning her heart even easier. Loneliness and longing made a prey easier to catch.

He knew that better than anyone but … 

“Do you want to eat sandwiches?” she asked. 

He was stunned for a few seconds. That was a very unprincess-like snack after all. “How did you know?! I love —- grilled cheese sandwiches.”

“—- Grilled cheese sandwiches!” She said at the same time. “That’s because I love them too!” 

They were too much alike … but then he chose to remind himself that he wasn’t naïve as she was. He wasn’t at all trusting and warm either. He had frozen his heart long ago. That was what he told himself but before he knew it, she was dragging him all over the palace like in some kind of love ballad.

After some time, he brought her to his ship and began showing her around. This was something he had never done for a girl, even when he was still in love with Marie, she had hated being cramped inside a ship and disliked the salty smell of the ocean. He found that very ironic because her new husband’s castle was beside the ocean. 

The cabin was empty with the exception of the snow globe on top of his bedside table. It was the only decorative article in the room, so of course it was the first thing that she was curious about. 

“This is beautiful”, she whispered. “My sister and I … used to play in the snow often when we were kids.”

“What happened?” he asked.

“I told you … she shut me out. She never told me why. If she told me she hated me, maybe I wouldn’t be feeling like this.” She sounded like she was about to cry. 

Someone had closed the door on her too. He was suddenly brought back to the time of his childhood where his father, mother and brothers shut the door on him too. “I will never do that to you.”

“Really?” she asked. Her look was so trusting but he refused to feel any guilt. 

“I promise.” It was then that he kissed her. Calculating each of the lips and every stroke of his tongue. He was quite determined to have her fall in love with him that night. She was already at least half in love with him. She was surprised by it at first, but didn’t push him away. This was natural, wasn’t it? Because in her head, he loved her and she loved him. 

He was tempted to test how far she was willing to let him go. His hand slipped from her cheek to her shoulder —- but they were interrupted by a knock on the door by one of his men. He was telling them it was time to return to the palace. 

“That is a beautiful sword”, she said pointing at the sword displayed on the wall in his room. 

“That’s a gift from our father. My brothers and I all have it.” It had a golden handle with intricate designs etched on it. It also had the kingdom’s crest with the number 13 on it. It was a constant reminder that he was the thirteenth prince. 

She grinned mischievously. “Are you any good with the sword?”

“I wouldn’t say good. I’d say I am pretty great at it.” He wasn’t sure what to make of what she just said. Was it necessary? Ladies playing with swords are unthinkable after all.

“Do you mind if I try it?”

He didn’t see the harm, so he took the sword down from its mantle. “By all means.”

To his surprise, she took the sword from him and expertly handled it. “I’ll be the judge of that.”

So the little princess wanted to play? He decided to accept her challenge, but it was the only sword in the room. He grabbed a candelabrum just in time to block her first thrust.  It was a surprisingly challenging duel and he had to admit that he hadn’t had an enjoyable duel like that in a long time. 

He had such an enjoyable time; he almost wanted to kiss her. She almost looked like she was blushing. Her cheeks were red from the sudden exercise. He was unfortunately interrupted a second time by one of his men, this time, to tell them that their horses were ready. 

To prove how much he ‘loved’ her, he gave her his precious snow globe, an action that surprised even himself. He always saw himself as that snow globe. Cold and frozen. It made no sense to him at that time to give a part of himself to her.

They left for the palace not long after, but they took a detour to the falls where Hans proposed marriage. 

As he had planned, she said yes. However, she didn’t want to elope with him. Anna wanted to tell her sister and get her blessing. She seemed quite confident they’d get it. 

“You ask for my blessing and my answer is no”, Queen Elsa said. 

It infuriated Hans inside because she spoke like Cedric. He always had to have the last word too. Unfortunately, it seems that the queen had more sense than her younger sister. It seemed it would mean winning her the hard way and be a good boy a bit longer. 

But things got interesting when the queen was revealed to be some sort of sorceress. 

The queen was making this easy. All he needed to do was bring her head on a silver platter and he would win. He would finally succeed in something his brothers never did. He would become king before they do. 

When Anna left to chase her sister, she left him in charge of her kingdom. It was clear now that her trust in him was absolute. Hans asked her if she could trust Elsa —- but what the question should really be was … could she really trust him?

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A few months after his failure to capture the kingdom of Arendelle and was returned to the Southern Isles in disgrace was Hans’s brother’s wedding. It was the third son; Alain’s wedding and the kingdom had invited the queen and the princess to show their sincere apology for the actions of the thirteenth prince. 

Hans was punished of course. A lot of his personal privileges had been taken away for the time being and he was forbidden to leave the palace unless to go out for family functions. There was no more going out with the dukes and enjoying a bit of vice, nor could he even ride his horse out in the country. 

He was inside a magnificent cage. 

The wedding had to be beautiful, so the preparations were long and grueling. Elsa couldn’t attend but Anna did and she brought with her a beautiful ice sculpture from her sister as an apology for her absence and a gift for the newlyweds. 

The ice sculpture was that of a life-size polar bear. 

Word from the men that came with her was that she was currently seeing a commoner named Kristoff. It was a relief that she didn’t bring him. Not that it would have made a difference. But it seems she hadn’t forgiven him—and honestly who could blame her? The first few days of her stay, she had flatly refused to see him alone and she never gave him any opportunities either. She never left her room alone and she timed her arrival to any event when the room would be full when she arrived. 

In the short time they have been apart she had become quite clever. 

It didn’t hinder him. It only motivated him —- to be a lot trickier. 

She was not the only one that knew how to time things right. He could give her lessons. 

On her third day in the kingdom after the wedding rehearsals, he knew that she would be fitted for her dress and with most of the people in the palace busy with the preparations with the wedding just days away. He knew that she would be walking back to her room alone after the fitting. Midway, walking back to her room, he surprises her buy pulling her into an empty room. 

She tried to fight back of course, but he told her. “Keep quiet and give me a chance to talk!” 

He wasn’t even bothering to act like the perfect prince anymore. 

“Let me go. I don’t want to talk to you —- yo-you liar!”

“Would you —-”

“You lied about everything! You lied about loving me…”

He didn’t deny lying about loving her, but he responded, “Not everything was a lie.” 

Anna looked at the room behind him. On the table was a half-eaten plate of sandwiches. Grilled cheese sandwiches. So he hadn’t been lying about that. Now she was confused. She couldn’t filter out any more what was true and false.

“The only thing I lied about was loving you.” 

She turned to him and she had a lot of hatred in her eyes. 

“What did you expect, your highness? How could anyone fall in love after just one day?”

“I did! I loved you!”

“How do you know? Being trapped in the palace, you probably didn’t meet a lot of people. I was probably the first guy your age to pay any attention to you at all.”

She became very quiet. It seems that he had hit a nerve. If she hated him before, she really hated him now. He left her to die a painful death. How could he expect her to forgive him for that? “You left me for dead.”

“Even if I kissed you, you would have died anyway. I couldn’t let the chance to be king pass by.”

Painfully truthful. “Why? Why do you want to be king so badly?”

“That is none of your business. You can go now. I just wanted to tell you that. Not everything I told you … was a lie.” For some reason, he didn’t want her to continue believing that for the rest of her life. 

“No. I want you to tell me.”

How stubborn. He didn’t remember this about her. “Give me a reason why I should.”

But she couldn’t. It was strange how it should matter to her at all after what he had almost done to her. While she was distracted, he moved closer to her and very slowly placed his arms around her. She was trying, but somewhere inside her was the same naïve girl he knew. Much  more slowly, this time … he wanted her to fall in love with him again. 

He took his time. After all, they were alone and nobody would probably realize they were missing until much later. She made his seduction easy because she had her hair done up. It made it easy to kiss her slender neck. He could feel her shiver under his lips and it wasn’t from the cold. 

She wasn’t immune to him after all. 

“What are you doing?” she demanded finally, fighting the haze that seemed to overcome her. 

“What does it look like?” he grinned, lifting her chin up in a familiar manner. It wasn’t the gentle smile that she fell in love with the first time. It was cunning and confident. “I don’t care how long it takes. Somehow, I’ll make you fall in love with this me.”

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The End

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