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“I’ve never visited another kingdom before,” she resumed gently, carefully breaking the silence between them. “The Southern Isles, are they as beautiful as they say?”

At first, Hans seemed not to have heard her, for he kept staring out at the sea.

“They’re… ordinary, I suppose,” he replied at last, his tone distant and tired.

Elsa hesitated, unsure whether to press further…but curiosity, and a sincere wish to ease his sorrow, won out.

“Ordinary? That’s all? Surely there’s something more intriguing about them, especially being so far from Arendelle.”

Hans sighed softly, more in resignation than irritation, and turned slightly toward her, his expression unreadable.

“We’ll arrive first at Navigator’s Crown.” he said at last, still somewhat reluctant. “It’s the main island, the largest of all. That’s where the castle is, the royal courts, and the rest of the family. They’re waiting for us there.”

Elsa nodded slowly, noticing the tension in the prince’s face.

“I see. Is that where you grew up?”

“Yes,” he replied shortly.

An uncomfortable silence threatened to settle once more, but Elsa, determined to keep him distracted and genuinely intrigued, gently pressed on:

“And the other islands? There are seven in total, aren’t there?”

Hans seemed to wrestle with himself for a moment before giving a brief reply:

“Yes, seven. Each one different from the others.”

“And which is your favorite?” She asked quietly, surprising even Hans with the genuine curiosity in her tone.

He frowned slightly, thrown off by the queen’s persistent interest. Then, almost in spite of himself, a spark of enthusiasm lit his features as he answered:

“Elysium. Without a doubt, Elysium. It’s connected to the southern currents, so its waters are always the warmest. It’s simply dazzling. I had a magnificent mansion there, right on the coast… the sunsets were so beautiful. Oh, and the women—” His enthusiasm faltered abruptly at the sight of Elsa’s raised eyebrow and her subtly amused expression. He cleared his throat quickly, a faint flush rising to his cheeks. “The women, well… were ordinary. I mean—the landscape. The landscape was the most charming thing. I didn’t mean—what I meant was…”

Elsa pressed her lips together, suppressing a laugh, though her eyes sparkled with amusement.

“I have no doubt the landscapes are stunning, Prince Hans,” she replied, her voice laced with gentle humor.

I was just here reading part of the story… This was one of my favorite chapters. I used to love writing those conversations between Hans and Elsa. Oh, it makes me a bit sad that the story is coming to an end.

Don’t miss this last chapter, A Friend in Winter:

The Thirteenth Prince. Chapter 8.

The Queen of the North discovers, with bitter dismay, that not even all her power can move the pieces on the board at her will.

Her domain ends at the fjord of Arendelle, for the Southern Isles answer only to their King. And their King has changed.

Struck by losses no man could endure without breaking, Richard Westergaard is no longer the affable sovereign who once inclined toward her. Something in him has hardened. And though Elsa extends a hand to her ally, even kindness is now received as an affront.

A monarch’s word is law.

But when the heart turns to stone, even law may be corrupted.

And what was once a promise… had best be kept, or words may turn into threats.

Good morning, dear readers!

I woke up today feeling like adding a bit of drama to your lives. Chapter 8 of The Thirteenth Prince is in the works — I haven’t finished it yet (we’re halfway there!), but the storyline is already taking shape and oh boy… it’s intense.

So I thought I’d drop a little synopsis here. What do you think?

Our beloved Richard is about to have some very heated arguments with several characters — and not even Elsa, with all her grace and good intentions, is going to be spared.

Chapter 7: The Twelfth Prince.

Hans nodded, though not solemnly. “Well. A young princess. Orphaned. Future ruler of rich and mysterious lands… And single, I take it?”

“Don’t start,” said Aldric, already smiling.

“Who’s starting anything?” Hans replied, feigning innocence. “I’m merely… analyzing the political landscape.”

“She’s out of your reach,” Aldric replied. “No one knows anything about her. She’s been isolated from the world since childhood. Richard tried to help you—he sent a marriage proposal to the Arendelle royals in your name a few months ago.”

Hans stopped dead in his tracks, spinning around with a look of alarm.

“What???”

“Mhm.” 

“And you’re just telling me this now ?”

Aldric raised an eyebrow, amused.

“I wrote it in at least two letters. But since you never read them, idiot…”

Hans put a hand to his forehead.

“For heaven’s sake, Aldric! You’re telling me I was a candidate to marry the future Queen of Arendelle and I find out by accident, walking down a hallway ?!”

Until the distance between them vanished completely.

“Ah…” he whispered. “I see.”

He looked at her with a chilling intensity.

“If you think, that one day I’ll look you in the eyes and say I regret what I did… if you expect real apologies, redemption and tenderness… let me spare you the wait.”

His tone dropped, lower and crueler. Elsa had to step back.

“If I could turn back time, I’d marry your sister. Marry her just to strangle her on the wedding night… and crown myself King of Arendelle.”

The air seemed to crack.

“And you,” he added, stepping closer, “I’d run through with my sword and watch you beg for one last breath.”

The temperature dropped instantly. A white mist escaped both their lips.

Elsa clenched her fists. Frost bloomed across the walls, as if her power had been wounded, awakened by the violence of his words into something feral.

Hans felt it. And without hesitation, took her frozen hand and pressed it to his chest, over his heart.

“Go on,” he whispered. “Finish it.”

Hey everyone, just a quick update!

I know the next chapter of The Thirteenth Prince is taking a bit longer than expected (as I warned!), but the upcoming three chapters— trust me, they’re going to hit hard.

To give you a taste of what’s coming… here’s a little gem from one of the most intense scenes I’ve written so far.

Enjoy—and brace yourselves.

Chapter 6: The things we lost to Time.

On the other side of the castle, Hans was sleeping soundly for the first time in weeks, dreaming of something as absurd as an endless banquet table where he was the guest of honor… and just as he was about to bite into a golden leg of lamb, he was abruptly awakened by two tall, shadowy figures wrapped in shining armor.

“Wha—what…?” Hans stammered, trying to sit up, still tangled in his blanket. “What’s going on?”

“Her Majesty requests your immediate presence in the throne room.”

“The Queen?” he said, incredulous. “Now? Why? What did I do?”

Henrik, who was in the bunk across the room, was already alert.

“What’s happening?” he asked, while the guards were already grabbing Hans by the arms.

“Hey! Hey, let go of me!” He protested, struggling as best he could. “What’s wrong with you?! Why are you doing this? I didn’t do anything! Henrik, say something! I was asleep!”

“Her Majesty was clear,” one of the guards repeated, unmoved.

“Clear? It’s not like I set the castle on fire! At this hour?! I’m in pajamas!”

Henrik, still too confused to intervene, simply watched as Hans was dragged out of the room.

Chapter 5: The end of a storm.

A storm shakes Arendelle… but not nearly as fiercely as the one Elsa and Hans carry within.

After a humanitarian mission leaves them trapped and utterly alone, duty gives way to confrontation. At last, the words left unsaid in the castle are shouted through mud and ice: accusations, long-held silences, and the apology Hans still can’t bring himself to voice.

But pride offers no warmth. The past doesn’t heal.

In this chapter, Elsa is forced to face—without restraint—the man who once tried to destroy everything, while Hans learns that redemption isn’t earned only through tasks well done, but by trying to heal what’s broken.