Hans Westergaard 1

Hans had arrived in Arendelle as a representative of the Southern Isles, ostensibly to strengthen diplomatic ties and gain a firsthand understanding of the kingdom's dynamics. There was no urgency to his visit, no grand pronouncements; only time, observation, and measured courtesies.

That morning he walked through the outer corridors of the palace, letting the stillness of the place speak for itself. The ancient stones, the watchful guards, the soft echoes of the still-sleeping court… everything spoke more than it seemed. Hans paused for a moment, placing his hands behind his back, in that practiced posture he had learned as a child.

"Arendelle is quieter than I imagined," he remarked in a gentle tone, as if speaking both to himself and to anyone who might hear him . "Sometimes, the quietest places hold the most interesting stories."