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>Summer on the coast was always the most tepid for miles and miles, during the highest sun months you could happily spend the whole day outside in nothing but a long-sleeved shirt. Of course, higher up, that wasn't the case- the higher you climbed, the colder it fell, and by the time you reached Mirror Lake well into spring its surface would have at least a half a foot of ice to maneuver. It was a good thing, too, as after the disheartening news of the loss of Arendelle's King and Queen, talk of a coronation spread just as quickly. Their reclusive and mysterious daughter would finally have to come out, food would be imported from all over the country, hunters would be out in droves, farmers would get paid in gold, and ice harvesters would have to make sure it all stayed frosty until the day arrived. Lots of work meant lots of money, and lots of money meant-

>"loooooooots of carrots, Sven, think of it- every single one. All of them. Imagine it--" the man spoke between grunts, hauling a sled of wrought iron tools. "Carrot cake. Baked carrot pie, still steaming hot.... Oh man, I'd get a solid pine pair of ice picks. With- with folded steel-"

>he mused to himself as he worked, but mostly it was to keep his spirits high. He was looking forward to what the new demand of ice would earn him, but what he dreaded most... was having to actually haul it into town himself. With the others far too busy to do it themselves, it was up to him and entering town was something he did as a last resort... his purse of money however was as empty as his stomach, which took precedence, and nomatter how many good thoughts he tried to think of, they couldn't push the inevitability out of his head.

 

>they arrived a day later with a sled full of glassy ice, kept under furs to prevent it from melting. Sven was beaming, of course, happy to recieve pats and giggles from townspeople, but Kristoff kept his head down and his eyes straight. "I have nothing to say, let's get this over with." he kept telling himself. "in, and out, in and out."  They arrived at a large gate behind the castle's kitchen, which was already crowded with merchants, and people hauling food and spoils in through the massive wooden doors. Sven grew more and more excited at all this hustle and bustle but Kristoff was the opposite, he kept his mouth shut and tried to restrain his friend until they were guided within. His massive haul of ice stood out and soon, assistants came to usher him inside.

 

>They set to unpacking. It went uneventfully, until a whistle was blown and suddenly a hush shoved everyone to the sides of the massive corridor; a red and gold carriage, with a concession of men on horses, slowly glided in. Kristoff looked up, eager to see the person who was holding everyone up... and as he did, he locked eyes with one of the men inside. Kristoff's face, angry and glaring, the mysterious man inside with auburn hair, half-lidded with disdain. Slowly the cavalcade passed, and behind it closed the gates and the loading and unloading resumed... until angry arguing snapped Kristoff's attention back to the present.

>"Well, we can't keep it here!" "I don't care. We need at the other end." "Can't you see I have this to deal with??"

>The men's escalating arguming was beginning to upset Sven and Kristoff strided over "Is there a problem?"

>"This idiot," one of the men gestured to the other, "forgot to send this over to the other end, and now we have too much here. We need it in the galley and we need it now!" "You jackass, I ordered the right amount! YOU were in charge of it, past the doors!" They continued bickering until Kristoff barked "O-okay! okay! I'll.. I'll take it, I'll take it over! Just... shut up."

>They did, immediately, their faces turning to grins. "Great, bud, listen, go in through the stables in the back..."

 

>Kristoff lead Sven and his now dripping carriage of ice through the corridor in the back, but, away from the noisy crowds he realized he was lost. I mean, no, not lost, of course not, how hard could it be... all he had to do was find somebody to ask. "Stay here, Sven. I'll be right back."

>Inside, the castle was much warmer than he expected. He unbuttoned his coat, sliding it off his shoulders, folding it and laying over his shoulder, He rolled his sleeves up, revealing his arms, and grabbing the front of his shirt, rapidly tugged at it fanning himself. He was completely alone. "Hello? H..hello?" He looked through a few doors. "Hello?" He suddenly heard a shuffle from the next room.

>"Oh, hey," he said, hopping through the room into the next, "I need he- uh, I need some directions, I- hello?"

>The door closed gently behind him. Kristoff turned- the man from the carriage stood, hand on the knob. "Oh. Uh, I need to get to the g-galley," He said nervously. This man was obviously of high rank and Kristoff had always been nervous around people like that. However, this man hadn't moved a muscle.

>"Um... c-can you.. tell m-" "hold him." "w- what?"

>two men grabbed Kristoff from behind, and before he knew it his hands were tied. "I- I, wait, I'm here to deliver ice, I'm not- I'm, I just was looking for hhgg--!!" they gagged him. Hans coolly, his hands folded behind him, walked up, his expression was distant and detached, as Kristoff was unsure whether reacting violently would land him in more inexplicable trouble than he was already in.

>"Sit him down." And they did, forcing him into a chair. They bound his legs.

>"I'm sorry. We can't have mysterious trespassers on a day like today. You understand. There's no sort of risk any of us can take." Hans bent down, face to face with Krisotff, who leaned back in apprehension. "If I take this off, don't scream, all right?" Kristoff furiously nodded.

>Hans slid a gloved finger down Kristoff's cheek, hooking snug cloth, and tugged gently- off it slid, revealing the rest of his panting face, a string of saliva trailed down his chin from the moist fabric. "I'm sorry," he gasped, "I-I'm just an ice harvester. I've got melting ice to deliver, I have to-" Hans didn't seem to be paying attention and with his thumb, wiped it away. "I... I... oh no..."

>"Your ice will be fine. You will be paid. Don't worry." Hans straightened up. "guards. See to it his ice gets where it needs to be. Park his sled in the loading docks, supply his steed with food and see to it his payment is tripled for this..." his eyes shot back to Kristoff, "...inconvenience."

>"Right away, your Highness." and they ran off with haste. Kristoff watched them leave, then, agape, stammeded "y-your majesty? Y- are you a.. a King?"

>"No, no no, no... not yet. Not yet. Soon." Hans mused, turning his back and pacing the floor.

>"Th..that's good. Congratulations. Your highness. Um, th-this has all been a misunderstanding. I.. I wasn't invited to the coronation. I need to be going-"

>"They didn't invite you? A strapping young man who was so kind as to deliver much-needed ice from the mountain lakes? That's a terrible shame. You know.. I wasn't really invited either. My family was. I'm only allowed to be here because of my name. I doubt they'd notice I was missing. I am Prince Hans, of the Southern Isles."

>"Heh... it's, it's an honor, your highn-" "Oh shut up." He snapped.

>"W- I'm sorry, I- oh, wait, I-" Hans, suddenly enraged, spun around and marched up to Kristoff's chair. He had no time to react before Hans landed a punch, right across the jaw, so hard Kristoff's chair nearly tipped over. Limply the chair wobbled back into place. The momentary shock dawned on him, and he moaned in pain. Wincing he looked up, and another punch from the other side hit him in the face with a sickening crack.

>"I'm s-s-sorry," Said Kristoff weakly, "I won't come here aga-" but was cut off, as Hans' gloved hand grabbed his chin, forcing his bloodied face upwards to Hans' lips, he kissed him roughly, voraciously.

>Before Kristoff could yell, on the gag went, slowly it stained red. Hans, breathing nearly as hard as Kristoff, wiped his face, and licked the blood off of his lips.

>"So this must be what it's like to have servants. We don't have waitstaff where I'm from. Hahaha, so disposable. Truly the Princesses have a cushy life. I can't wait."

>Hans ripped off his gloves and coat, and with hurried purpose ripped his scarf from behind his neck with a snap and began to unbutton his shirt. Panting with anticipation, he chuckled. Kristoff, starry from being hit as hard as he was, blinked to refocus his eyes and upon realizing what had just happened, snapped to attention. He struggled against his bonds, nearly tipping his chair again, and whimpered. Hans, now in a laced-up undershirt, Dug his hands into Kristoff's vest and ripped it open, as well his flannel shirt.

>"time-" panted Hans, busy at work, "is of the essence. You SEE-" he had finally freed Kristoff's shirt's last button, revealing his chest which swelled as he breathed, "I don't mind telling you, nobody would believe a social outcast and a lowly subject like you- but I plan to marry Princess Anna. She will be all mine." Kristoff jumped at Hans' cold fingers hooking his waistband, "I guess you could say, before one enjoys a royal banquet..." he nearly sang, yelling as his excitement grew, "One needs an appetizer to whet their appetite!"

>Kristoff struggled, shaking his head feverishly, "mm- MM! MM!! MHH!" but it was too late. The snaps of his trousers were pulled apart, and Hans' hot breath was upon him. Kristoff was powerless, years of only his thoughts kept his urges at bay and all it took was a skillful, soft hand around him and he was already hard.

>"Long live the King." Said Hans, and Kristoff gasped- his head rolled back, unable to look in shame, and Hans with practiced skill gave him a feeling nothing in his life could've ever prepared him for. It took no time at all before he was nearly there- his twitching gave it away- and he came with great force in Hans' mouth. Like a dessert he quickly swallowed it all. Kristoff, sweating and panting, sat, clothes open and legs spread, still bound. Hans rose to his feet. As Kristoff in stark contrast, disheveled and in a sorry state relaxed and and before he looked up at him, Hans had already redone his jacket.

>"I couldn't risk getting any filling on me. Damn those cream-filled cakes. You know how it is." he chuckled. From within a pocket he took a small golden knife... and stabbed it into the seat of the chair between Kristoff's legs. Kristoff yelped, he was definitely paying attention now.

>"your reward. That knife is probably worth more than you are. Free yourself, and get out quickly. You know where your sled is parked. And for god's sake, clean yourself up..." Hans tossed Kristoff's jacket over his exposed body, "This is a royal affair! Have some dignity. If you don't mind, I've got a supper to attend."

 

>"Sven! Sven!!" The reindeer turned, a mouth full of carrots. His happy expression vanished at Kristoff's terrified face, his owner running and tripping twoards him like he was being chased. "Sven, we have to get out of here. We, we have to get out."

>With clumsy urgency, he threw the wooden door open and gave Sven a slap. They took off. Kristoff was silently thankful everyone else had ran, as he goaded Sven to top speed. "N-nothing is wrong. Just... Take me home. Take me to the trolls, I need.. I need their help." Kristoff wiped his eyes. "I.. I never want to remember anything, nothing about coming here. I hate this place. I hate this palace. Never again!" He snapped the reins.