I knew as the thirteenth son of a king
That I’d have to marry
Into the throne somewhere
And I heard of Elsa, and I saw my chance
To strike a romance
And marry an heir
It was instantly clear no one was getting close to her
Then I bumped right into you
And got a clue into how starved for love you were
So desperate, you agreed to marriage on the spot
And I thought I’d stage an accident or a coup d’etat
But then you sisters doomed each other, and it's worked out well
Once I kill Elsa, and give you this ring
I’ll be King Hans of Arendelle