I'm not entirely sure what to write here as an introduction to this story. I've decided to do a little venturing outside of the box by writing outside of the anime fandom I've become so comfortable in. I've never written anything with fantasy elements before, but I wanted to challenge myself, and I hope it will result in something you'll enjoy.
When Anna warned Hans that he was no match for Elsa, I thought, "Pfft! He's the perfect match for Elsa. Just not the kind of match Anna had in mind when she said it.
Thanks so very much for reading. :)
There's method in my madness
There's no logic in your sadness
You don't gain a single thing from misery
Take it from me
You've got it all
You lost your mind in the sound
There's so much more
You can reclaim your crown
You're in control
Rid of the monsters inside your head
Put all your faults to bed
You can be king again
Royal Highness, Queen Elsa of Arendelle,
In response to your letter (your final, I hope), let me be perfectly clear; there will be no apologies from me, nor do I seek your forgiveness. I'm sure my family has already taken it upon themselves to apologize for my many sins, or what they perceive to be my many sins.
It is still unclear whether my title as a Prince of the Southern Isles, and the duties and privileges that go along with that title, have been stripped permanently, or if they've merely been suspended. A kingdom is no better than its king, they say. Even as the thirteenth son, even with the distance between myself and the throne being so vast, I'm still a representative of His Majesty the King. You can be sure that I have, and will continue to be punished for my misdeeds for as long as my father and his subjects see fit, and in the manner of the kingdom's choosing.
You will receive no apologies or excuses for my actions, Your Highness. My fate is now bound to my father, his law, his subjects. But my words, my thoughts, the blood in my veins and the heart that rules it, remain my own. I am not sorry for making an attempt on your throne, and you can be sure I never will be. As a ruler, you shouldn't be so naive to think that wars will not be fought, whether it is between armies of thousands, or armies of one. My only regret is that my arrogance got the better of me. The true hero to my villainy was my own hubris.
Due to its nature, this letter may never find its way to you. But, thankfully, that is no longer of any significance to me. Whether it reaches your hands or not, as far as I'm concerned, it has served its purpose. While it is highly unlikely that I will ever be a free man in the way I always wished I would be one day, I now consider myself to be one in at least one respect.
Formerly Prince Hans of the Southern Isles
P.S. Bite me.
Lyrics quoted above are from Lauren Aquilina's "King".