**Chapter 2: A Royal Reprimand**

The warm sunlight of the Southern Isles cast a stark contrast to the chill that ran down Hans's spine as he stepped off the boat and onto the familiar soil of his homeland. The once-charismatic prince, who had effortlessly wooed the hearts of the Arendelle sisters, now stood before his family, his head hung low in defeat. His parents, the King and Queen of the Southern Isles, stood before him, their faces etched with a mixture of disappointment and disgust. "Hans, what have you done?" his mother asked, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and sadness. "You've brought shame to our family, to our kingdom. Your actions in Arendelle were reckless and foolish." Hans's eyes dropped, unable to meet the gaze of his family. He knew he had let them down, and the weight of that realization was crushing him. His father, a man known for his stern demeanor, looked at him with a deep sadness in his eyes. "You've thrown away your chance at a future, at a life of purpose. What will become of you now?" As his family berated him, Hans's mind wandered back to Arendelle, to the sisters he had betrayed, to the pain he had caused. He thought of Elsa, her icy powers a reflection of the coldness in his own heart. He thought of Anna, her optimism and warmth a stark contrast to his own darkness. And he thought of Olaf, the little snowman who had seen the best in him, even when he had lost sight of it himself. The words of his family faded into the background as Hans's thoughts consumed him. He felt like he was drowning in his own guilt, unable to find a lifeline to cling to. His parents' disappointment was a heavy burden to bear, but it was nothing compared to the weight of his own regret. As the day wore on, Hans's brother Lars took him aside, his expression a mixture of concern and frustration. "Hans, I don't know what to do with you," he said, his voice laced with exasperation. "You've always been the charming one, the one who effortlessly won people over. But now...now you're just a shadow of your former self." Hans looked at Lars, his eyes empty, his heart heavy. He knew his brother was right. He had lost himself, lost his way. And he didn't know how to find his way back. Lars's expression softened, and he placed a hand on Hans's shoulder. "I'm worried about you, Hans. You're not yourself anymore. I'm going to get you help, but I need you to meet me halfway." Hans nodded, a small, almost imperceptible movement. He knew he needed help, but he didn't know if he was ready to face his demons just yet. Lars's eyes narrowed, his brow furrowed in concern. "I'll do whatever it takes to help you, Hans. But I need you to be honest with me. What's going on in that head of yours?" Hans hesitated, unsure of how to respond. He didn't know how to explain the emptiness, the darkness that had consumed him. As Lars waited for an answer, Hans's mind began to wander again. He thought of Anna, and the pain he had caused her. He knew he didn't deserve her forgiveness, but a part of him hoped that one day she would be able to find it in her heart to forgive him. Lars's voice broke into his thoughts. "Hans, I think I know what I need to do. I'm going to reach out to Anna, see if she can help you." Hans's eyes snapped back to his brother's, a mixture of surprise and dread. "No," Hans said, his voice barely above a whisper. "You can't be serious." But Lars just nodded, his expression determined. "I'm afraid I am, Hans. I want to help you, and if Anna is the only one who can do it, then so be it." Hans felt a sense of panic wash over him. He didn't know if he was ready to face Anna, to face the consequences of his actions. But as he looked at Lars, he knew he had no choice. His brother was determined to help him, no matter what it took.