The journey from the Southern Isles to Arendelle had been long, and rather torturous. He had always looked to the sea as a sort of silent comfort for each thought that wished to churn in his head like the tumultuous waves below.
Yet, this trip, they’d offered no reprieve.
Every time his eyes blinked closed he saw the face of his youngest brother. Crouched in his cell, dirt and grime creasing the once gentle corners of his face… the corners that had used to turn up in a jestful, loving grin, that had used to laugh and race and prattle about his day.
It was his fault, in a way, Hugo knew. Leaving the Southern Isles after Adina’s death probably had not been the correct decision for any of his other brothers’ states of mind. Their family had never been complete, and he had worked to further himself and push on the cracks already forming.
“Hanschen?” He could still hear the laugh that accompanied those gentle, unsure words. “Why did you do it?”
“You don’t know, brother? It’s a pity. I thought for sure it was you who had suggested it to me.”
So now he set sail to meet with more people that he had to apologize for a transgression he did not commit. Upon arriving on the small, beautiful island, his eyes took sight of a young, redheaded girl standing by the docks, staring anxiously at the ship as it took dock. Hugo, quill and scroll in his hand, waited until the boat had safely docked before putting away his writing and swinging himself over the side of the ship.
“Good morning,” he greeted, good-naturedly, light blue eyes brushing over the features of the younger, shorter woman in front of him. Gleaning information from the citizens was one of his favorite pastimes They always offered bits and pieces to a story that he could not even begin to form from so far away, nor within the castle walls. “Are you a resident of Arendelle?”
Does he not know who I am?
Anna pondered for a moment, considering just making herself out to be some commoner from the streets of Arendelle–give herself a fake name, maybe even blend up an accent. That would certainly throw him off his game.
Oh, Hans had told her all about his brother’s–how none of them had given the poor boy any love. She supposed she blamed every last one of them for the way her once-beloved prince had turned out in personality. The stories he shared made Anna sick to her stomach, especially when reflected on how her older sister had treated her.
But then again, no. Anna would come out and say her name–maybe those sky blue eyes would show some regret.
“I am a resident, you could say. My name is Anna, second born sister to the Queen of Arendelle, Elsa. Is there something your ship is doing here? I thought that when I… when I sent Hans back home, I made it very clear I wanted no business with the Southern Isles.”
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