[Unaware of Asura's deeper thoughts, the prince continues with the woodwork, grabbing another log from the pile before swinging the hatchet down once more. He can definitely see how this can get exhausting after a while, but he's determined to last for a respectable amount of time. Heh, maybe he's just preparing himself for his punishment back home, who knows what his family is going to do with him after they hear about his crimes in Arendelle.

...

But a smile spreads across Hans' face when Asura brings up food, looking genuinely delighted by the thought of someone making food for him. The worst part of being here is having no servants-- mainly, no one to cook him anything.]

I can't think of a better motivation than that, Asura. Call me spoiled, but I'm still not used to preparing my own food. [He laughs slightly, expecting the ridicule his comment may derive.]