[The dignitaries of their countries are sailing home from Arendelle. A guard from the French Dignitary tosses Hans inside a cabin on a ship and locks it]

I shall take this scoundrel back to his hometown. We shall see what his 12 brothers think about his behavior.

Arendelle thanks you, my lord.

[escorted to his ship with his two bodyguards by a troop of Arendellian soldiers]

This is unacceptable! I am a victim of fear! I have been traumatized! [fakes a neck injury] Ah... My neck hurts... Is there a doctor that I can see? [sees no one listening to him] And it demand to see the queen!

[sarcastically]

Oh, I have a message from the queen: "Arendelle will henceforth and forever no longer do business of any sort... with Weaseltown".

[roughly escorted to his ship]

Weaseltown! It's weaseltown!