The Queen shifted uncomfortably. Parties were not her thing. Granted, this wasn't a party she had thrown, which made the Queen feel more uneasy than usual.
She didn't mind when she was home, surrounded by her people and feeling their warmth. But this was an entirely new place, and she didn't know if she was entirely comfortable with idea of being so far from home.
Her sister was the total opposite. When the Arendelle royals were extended an invitation to a royal ball in a foreign land, the young princess jumped in the air with excitement.
The Queen obliged the Princess' pleas and accepted the invitation.
Perhaps it would be fun to get away with my sister, she thought.
The small kingdom of Carovana would always throw a masquerade ball every year and invite all the local royals to attend. It was said to be the one time of year where royals could relax and forget about their duties and statues and dance away for a night.
The Queen tried to remember to relax as she watched her sister in the ballroom, who was nothing but a blur of green. She looked out at the sea of masks and wondered if she blended in with the masses.
"This is supposed to a masquerade, madam, the point of it is to disguise yourself, not show off. One look at you and everyone knows you're the infamous Snow Queen. But I see you're wearing gloves."
The Queen turned around to see a man dressed in a deep red suit. She scowled, "If youwanted to truly disguise yourself, you would have shaved those sideburns."
Not that any mask could cover that nose up or those eyes, she thought.
A hearty laugh came underneath the mask, "She's as cold as she looks."
The Queen rolled her eyes, "And with those flames on your mask, I assume you're supposed to be, what, fire? How very typical, with your auburn hair. I'm surprised my own eyes haven't burned from the amount of reds clashing together."
The masked figure only laughed harder.
"What's so funny now?"
"Blue and red," He pointed to her and then himself, "Together, we make royalty."
"That's the most ridiculous thing I've heard. Fire and ice don't go together at all."
"On the contrary, both things are so intense that they should go together." Although she could not see his face, she could tell he was smirking underneath it.
She gave out a little huff, "I don't see why fire and ice should meet at all."
"Can we just pretend for one night that our masks truly disguised ourselves and we were complete strangers?" He extended a hand out to her.
"I don't dance," she stated.
"Queen Elsa doesn't dance. You, a stranger, on the other hand…."
She looked at his hand and back up at the mask.
She pursed her lips.
and placed her hand into his.