[ Indie Post Frozen Hans Westergard. Multiverse and multiship ]
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❂ –– ❝ Only a little? ❞
With their position, a runaway and a banished, you’d think that the two of them would be more serious than they were some days. That they would be working day in and day out to support each other and take care of the cabin they kept. But with the money that they had made from selling their ship, as well as small jobs they picked up on the side every so often, the two were set fairly well.
So on days that they were both feeling a good amount of energy, they went out and did whatever they felt like doing. That day, it seemed that the activity they would partake in would be tree climbing. Hans was ahead of Anna and the two were laughing and having fun—well, that was before a branch broke and Hans fell a bit, catching himself on the next branch and almost biting clean through his lip. The former prince managed to split it, though, and when Anna called attention to the minor wound, he touched the split, only for his finger to pull away with some blood on it.
❝ It’s not that bad. ❞
❀ –– The Princess smiled slightly and shrugged. She looked over the objects on the desk, and then crossed behind it to spin a globe that sat neatly on the corner. She wondered how much of the world she would live to see.
❝ It’s nothing. Nightmares. ❞
So yes, something was the matter. And it was a rather big something. She wouldn’t say anything night past, laying awake for hours until the sun rose, but she hadn’t been sleeping well at all. Nightmares of Elsa not even remembering her name, nightmares of being thrown in prison for crimes she didn’t commit ‘against Arendelle’s Queen Elsa’- but both of those things, she knew, weren’t even possible. However, this evening’s nightmare had really struck her, and she couldn’t bare to be alone after it.
❝ I’ll admit I can still be a child about them. They just feel so…real. ❞
She had dreamed that Hans had died.
❂ –– Hans raised a brow the moment that Anna said that nightmares were what were keeping her up, turning in his seat slightly so he could watch her, His gaze dropped to the globe as it spun, only to go back up when the former princess began to talk about the dream again.
Nightmares weren’t uncommon for the male, but that was when he would actually get some sleep. Most times, his nights were spent reading the few books he snagged from the family’s library on his way out or what he bought in the market. And if it wasn’t that, he was taking care of what he needed to do around the cabin. Just the sign of a restless mind that didn’t want to focus on what was going through his thoughts. Nevertheless, when he would get sleep, unpleasant dreams weren’t too far away, so he could sympathize with Anna.
❝ Come here. ❞
He turned his chair so he could face Anna, nodding his head to motion for her to come over. Since they had started living together with Anna running away with his banishment, he had become softer around her, more aware of how she was feeling, and wanting nothing more than to help. Hans wanted her to come closer so he could hold her, see if he could help in any way. It was fairly heartbreaking to see her upset or bothered–something he wouldn’t admit to then or even a bit later.
♤ : Cooking headcanon
Hans can actually cook well. Being the thirteenth born, he spent little time with his parents running the kingdom, and was more or less terrorized by his brothers. The servants were his only source of real entertainment, and so he would follow them around. Numerous times he had been pushed out of the kitchen because it was too dangerous, but he was persistent. And after a while, they finally let him in and he watched and asked if he could help. So he learned how to cook and about spices and preserving food between studies. It also helped to avoid his brothers at all costs. So what he was taught and what he saw stuck with him, and now that he’s been banished, he can actually cook food for himself instead of being lost.
❀ –– Anna nodded slightly in understanding as she continued to slowly approach him, and stopped a few feet behind him, leaning forward at the waist to catch more of his face when he spoke.
❝ It’s beautiful- and I have to admit, your voice is, too. ❞
She paused, pink dusting her cheeks and then she straightened up, wandering away from him again and toward the tiny desk in his quarters, lined with cartographer’s tools and maps.
❝ I’m sorry to have barged in. I can’t sleep. ❞
❂ –– Hans was fairly surprised when the compliment passed her lips, and when he turned his head to look and see her face, he could just barely catch the color on her cheeks. Then again, the candlelight wasn’t something that he could trust. He could just be seeing something not there.
A brow raised as she apologized for coming in, shaking his head afterwards and turning to face the former princess.
❝ It’s fine–is something the matter? ❞
❀ –– ❝ Reven går der ute, mor
vi låse vår tid.
Kom, sitte ved min side, mor
og synge en liten sang… ❞
She smiled as she set further foot into his cabin. Danish and Norweigan were
not all that different from one another, she could understand it mostly.
❝ Wherever did you learn that lullaby, Hans?❞
❂ –– Hans paused when Anna’s voice chirped up, finishing the verse in Norwegian. He understood most of it and smiled, turning his head to look to her when she asked where he learned that.
❝ My brothers were notorious for sending me to be with nightmares when I was little, so my mother would sing me that every so often. ❞
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9. Giving a Lecture
❂ –– ❝ You can’t do that—You could have gotten hurt
Do you even get how long it’ll take for you to learn how to outrun a kestrel—
You’re still learning how to land—
You’re not even listening to me, are you? ❞
And there, in the middle of the forest, could a disgruntled Hans be seen, a hawk perched on his arm and tilting it’s head at him as he yelled at it. When he was younger, his brothers had shown him how to spot out a hawk’s nest, sneak and take one of the eggs for them to hatch, raise, and train. It was shortly after he and Anna had obtained a cabin for them to live in near a small village that he spotted one not unlike those that his brothers had pointed out to him.
A few days of watching, and then a couple of years after obtaining an egg, Hans was left to train the bird of prey. And it was days like these that he was seriously regretting the choice that he had made out of nostalgia and slight wonder. The bird had narrowly dodged being attacked by a kestrel, and if it hadn’t come back, Hans… probably wouldn’t have had to worry about it. Still, he was going to yell at it until he thought the point came across.
The man fumed for a few more moments before the hawk’s attention turned away from him, squawking at someone in his peripheral vision. The former prince turned his head to see Anna standing there, arms crossed over her chest and a brow raised with that oh so familiar smirk plastered to her lips. Hans smiled slightly to her and let out a dry laugh before clearing his throat and setting the hawk on a branch he used as a perch for it.
❝ Uh—how much of that did you see? ❞
Anna packed the things from her own ship with relative ease. She hadn’t brought a lot, just essentials, assuming she’d be coming right back home within a few days. Of course, now she wished she’d packed more. Then again, it was best to travel light, and she didn’t know how small Hans’ vessel really was. No doubt she’d have to stay below deck while he got them out to sea; the Princess of Arendelle seen with the man who tried to kill her sister was bound to be noticed and protest.
She joined Hans on the docks and didn’t say much. She carried three bags, one of clothing and two of other sorts of necessities, and they were all relatively light. She stayed below the deck until she could no longer hear the bustle of people, just water, and silence, and the creaking of the boards above her as Hans moved around. She climbed the stairs back up, and looked out to see that the Southern Isles docks were brown splotches, getting smaller and harder to discern as they moved.
“Well.” she muttered, standing at the edge of the ship and looking down into the waters. “I guess this is our home for a while longer. I trust they gave you- or you took- food to last us through a few weeks at sea? I didn’t think to take provisions from my own ship, or I would have.”
Hans was unsure of what he would be met with when he made his way to the ship, only knowing that there would be no one to see him off. The sentence was determined before he was put on trial, leaving for the guards and a few of his brothers to have prepared a vessel for him to use. When he arrived, he found it stocked with food that could easily be preserved and whatever else he would need to go a few weeks without stopping for previsions.
Settling himself on board, the former prince waited for Anna to join him, and once she boarded with the three bags she had, he prepared for the ship to sail off. His royal garb had been discarded, replaced with commoners clothing, a contrast even as he still help his regal posture. Few people were on the docks, and those few stole glances every so often before going on there way. Hans ignored them when he began to sail away from the dock, glad to be away from harsh gazes and out from under the thumb of his family. As disgraced and betrayed he felt, the weight that had been on his shoulders for so long was lifted.
There was a bit of relief there.
It wasn’t until they were a long way away from the docks did Anna resurface, and looking to her as she stood at the edge of the ship, he listened and nodded his head. "They gave me enough food for a while without stopping anywhere, and it’s not like we can’t go to another kingdom and trade for other goods.“
