## Chapter 2: The Wrath of King Westergard

The king's anger was a palpable force, a heavy weight that pressed down upon Hans like a physical presence. His father's eyes blazed with fury, his face reddened with rage as he spat out words that cut deep into Hans's soul. The air seemed to vibrate with the king's displeasure, making Hans's skin crawl with unease. "You've brought shame to our family, Hans," King Westergard thundered, his voice echoing off the stone walls of the harbor. "You've failed us, failed yourself. You're a disappointment, a weak and feeble excuse for a prince." The king's words dripped with venom, each one a deliberate strike aimed at Hans's heart. Hans's brothers, Rudi and Runo, snickered and jeered, their eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. Even Lars, who had always been the most level-headed of the brothers, looked on with a mixture of sadness and concern. Hans felt a pang of regret, knowing that he had let them all down. The king's tirade continued, each word a fresh blow to Hans's battered ego. He stumbled backwards, feeling like he was drowning in his father's anger. The world around him began to spin, and for a moment, Hans thought he might collapse. But he stood there, frozen in shame and fear, as his father's anger washed over him. As the king's rage showed no signs of abating, Hans's mind began to reel. He thought back to his time in Arendelle, to the mistakes he had made, to the pain he had caused. He remembered Anna's face, her eyes filled with tears and disappointment as she rejected him. The memory stung, and Hans felt a fresh wave of shame wash over him. But the king would not be silenced. He raged on, his words a relentless drumbeat of criticism and condemnation. Hans felt himself becoming numb, his emotions shutting down as he struggled to cope with the onslaught. He glanced around at his family, searching for some sign of support, some glimmer of understanding. But there was none. Lars, however, looked on with growing unease. He had always known that his father could be cruel, but this was different. This was a level of anger and hatred that Hans had never seen before. Lars took a step forward, his eyes locked on the king's, but he hesitated, unsure of how to intervene. The king's anger finally began to subside, leaving Hans feeling drained and defeated. He stood there, his head bowed, as his father's disapproval washed over him like a cold, dark wave. He knew that he had a long and difficult road ahead of him, one that would require him to confront his mistakes, to make amends, and to find a way to redeem himself in the eyes of his family. But for now, Hans was trapped in the darkness of his father's wrath, unable to escape, unable to find a way out. The king's final words hung in the air like a challenge, a reminder of the expectations that Hans had failed to meet. "You'll pay for your failure, Hans," the king spat. "You'll pay dearly." As the king turned and stormed off, Hans felt a sense of despair wash over him. He knew that he was in trouble, that he had a long and difficult road ahead of him. But he also knew that he couldn't give up, not now, not ever. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come, and followed his family out of the harbor, into the unknown.