These are the first three chapters. I'm going to try to upload three(ish) chapters per week. Hope you enjoy! Please comment, rate, etc.

Chapter I

"Don't let them in. Don't let them see."

She never wanted anyone to see.

"Be the good girl you always have to be."

She hadn't been good for a while now.

"Conceil. Don't feel."

That was impossible.

"Put on a show. Make one wrong move and everyone will know."

How they didn't already know was a surprise to her.

"But it's only for today."

More like every day.

"It's agony to wait."

She'd been waiting for three years. It never gets easier.

"Tell the guards to open up the gate."

Since Sam left, she never wanted those gates to open again.

Elsa stood at her window, watching the crowd surge into the castle. Anna was running through the mass, letting her inner child run free. Elsa could understand some of Anna's excitement...if she liked people. Honestly, she detested them. Ever since Sam-

"Your Majesty?" Elsa sighed deeply. She hated when they called her that.

"Robert, you've known me too long to be calling me by my mother's title."

"To-be your title, Your Majesty."

"Well, I hate it. Call me Elsa."

"Yes Your Majesty." Elsa glared at him through the corner of her eye. Robert, the guard in her doorway, shrugged. "Halvdan's orders, Your Majesty."

"The orders of a guard top the orders of the Queen?" Elsa turned to Robert, who was turning pale. "Well you insisted on pointing out my 'to-be title'."

"Your Majesty, I apologize-"

"Robert." He started at her. "Just Elsa."

"But Your Majesty-"

"That's all I want to hear about it, Robert. Please, Elsa is preferred-"

"He'll fire me!" Elsa watched Robert carefully as he tried to fix his composure. "Your Majesty, I'm to call you by your royal title. Order to all guards who wish to keep their uniforms." Elsa fiddled with her gloves, contemplating what she just heard.

"Send Halvdan to me."

"Your Majesty, he's helping with the ceremony-"

"I will not have him ordering such threats amongst my guards. I need them to protect me because they want to, not because they're scared into it. Bring him to me immediately."

"Yes Your Majesty." Robert saluted and left, his green uniform ruffled from speeding towards Halvdan. Elsa sighed once more, knowing what was putting Halvdan on end. Rumors had spread about a young assassin sneaking into the coronation this afternoon. Elsa and Halvdan knew the people were not actually discussing a real assassin. They were hinting at Sam.

Chapter II

"This is a bad idea."

"Yup."

"They'll catch you."

"Yup."

"Sam, Halvdan is the Captain of the Guard now. He knows-"

"We can only hope so."

"This isn't funny. You're wanted for treason against Arendelle."

"I was a guard for Arendelle. Captain, if I remember correctly."

"Sam, stop it."

"Stop what? Pointing out my past achievements?"

"This attitude is going to get you killed."

"Jake, I've always been this way. It's not like I'm acting any different than I have any other day of my existence."

"Yes. That's probably why you're wanted for treason."

"I'm wanted for treason because daddy didn't like me sleeping with his daughter."

"Well 'daddy' is the King of Arendelle."

"Was. And it's not my fault she's pretty. And insistive." Jake rolled his eyes as he fixed Sam's collar. "You know, it's all your fault really."

"What?"

"That I'm a criminal."

"Why's that?"

"Because, to sleep with a princess, you need to have a wide range of experience with the sexual arts." Sam smiled wolfishly at Jake, who was stunned. "Oh don't be so modest; it was all because of your teachings I ever did half the things I did to that poor girl. And this fasion sense of yours is fantastic-" Sam continued, turning to see the entire outfit Jake had picked out in the mirror. A white dress shirt with a blue overcoat, brown dress pants, black boots that went up to the knee, and a navy blue hat with a large golden feather on top. "I look like a classic French nobleman."

"You look like a nobleman invited to a coronation who can't fix his God damn collar." Jake turned Sam around once more, trying to fix the dress shirt. Sam watched him carefully, noticing his rigid posture, his shaky hands, and his worried eyes. "If you get caught, I'll kill you myself. You know that, right?" Sam couldn't help but smile at Jake.

"I'll be fine. You know that." Sam checked the outfit in the mirror, tilted the hat to the left to cover the deep, unmistakable green eyes that anybody and everybody could recognise, kissed Jake on the cheek, fixed the collar, and started to leave.

"Why do I care about you, Asshole?" Sam smiled at the routine conversation they had every time Sam was about to do something considerably stupid.

"Because you're my best friend. God only knows why."

Chapter III

Halvdan glared into the morning light, focusing on every face which passed through the front gate. He knew damn well the notorious traitor to the crown, Sam Williams, was going to sneak into the coronation. Everyone knew it. The adults listening to their neighbors. The children skipping in the streets, singing songs like "the Assassin's Return to Arendell, the man who rang the King's bell, sank his ship, crash his course, now he plays with the old man's corpse", even the elders were stirring up trouble, saying if the Assassin showed up, the coronation might be worth attending. Halvdan didn't agree; if Sam returned, all hell would break loose, especially since the Duke of Weasle Town...pardon, Westleton, was here.

Halvdan had all but five of his men scouting the crowd. Each of them stood erect, eyes zoned onto every face. He told them all to find a male, dressed as a soldier or a noble, appearing out of no where, roughly six feet in height, dirty blond hair, intense green eyes, knows the grounds too well for any visitor. He knew Sam well, so he told them every single detail about the past Captain of the Guard. It got to the point where he had to approximate things so the guards weren't overwhelmed with specific details.

He looked on with his other men with his specific details, however. Height: five feet, eleven and three-fourths inches. Hair: dirty blond, length slightly past the ears. Eyes...Halvdan couldn't think about the eyes that plagued him every night. Those intense, deep, rich green eyes that reminded him of the emeralds from the coast of the Southern Isles. The eyes that he trained with, worked with, partnered with, fought with, lying his life down on the line with till the day they were banished from Arendelle. Every time he imagined them, he was sent back in time to when those eyes were seen daily…