Hello, everyone! This is my first fanfiction, and I'm pretty excited about it. This story is a loose expansion of a couple of pictures made by DeviantArt user xxMeMoRiEzxx. This story will mostly focus on Joseff and Blomst, but there will be some Kristanna and Elsa x OC.

Please feel free to review!

~Courteney

Chapter One

Joseff grunted under his breath as his mother, Princess Anna of Arendelle, combed back his messy blond hair.

"Mom, I'm fine." he said, swatting at his head.

"Of course you are," Anna said, "I just want to make sure that you look nice." Joseff rolled his eyes at his mother's antics and stood up, fixing his hair how he liked it.

"Mom, I'm really fine." he reassured her, putting his hands in front of him in an attempt to both comfort his mom and protect himself from her patting hands. Anna simply crossed her arms and huffed in mock irritation.

"Okaaay," she said, "But don't blame me when all of Arendelle thinks you look like a slob."

"First of all, Mom, I do not look like a slob, and second, it's not even all of Arendelle. It's' like...four council members."

"Joseff, your aunt is naming you the crown prince of Arendelle. The heir. You need to look nice." Joseff blew out a long breath and crossed his arms. Sensing her sons budding irritation, she added, "Why don't you go into town and buy her some flowers?" Joseff grumbled incoherently under his breath and began to walk out of the door.

"Oh, and Joseff," Anna called after him, "Nothing white or blue! Or purple! Try pink or orange or something; something to brighten her up a bit!"

Joseff walked down the street with his hands in his pockets and his head down. He never liked getting upset with his mom, but ever since Queen Elsa asked him to be her heir, he'd been on edge. He hadn't wanted to say yes, but he couldn't have exactly said no. Elsa would have been upset thinking she had done something wrong and his mom would have killed him for hurting her sister. He didn't even want to be king, though; the whole aspect of monarchy seemed boring and monotonous. Joseff sighed deeply, the subject of kingship weighing heavily on his mind, and entered a small flower shop.

The shop was empty. Joseff walked slowly over to the counter and into the middle of the shop and waited. Nothing happened, not much to his surprise. I should leave, Joseff thought¸ no one's here. Instead, he decided to yell like an idiot.

"Hello?" he called out hesitantly, rocking back and forth on his feet.

"Oh...uh, just a minute!" a feminine voice called from behind the counter. He saw the ruffle of a pink dress near the ground.

"I need some flowers." Joseff stated, leaning forward on the counter.

"I figured as much," the girl retorted tartly, "but you're going to have to give me a moment, sir." Joseff sighed and drummed his fingers impatiently on the counter as he watched the occasional flash of pink fabric disappear and reappear. Finally the girl stood up and faced him. She was different from most of the women in Arendelle. She had a tanned complexion with dark brown hair and emerald eyes; she was quite extraordinary. Joseff found himself almost speechless for the first time in his life. The girl looked him up and down, her eyes catching on his royal medallion. They widened immediately as she realized who he was and she dipped into a curtsy.

"Your Highness! I...I'm so sorry! I didn't expect...I didn't know it was you." She peeked up at him nervously, awaiting his response.

"Oh, no, you don't have to do that." Joseff grabbed the girls elbow and lifted her up, flashing a cocky grin. The girl returned his smile weakly.

"Allow me to introduce myself, Your Majesty. My name is Blomst Folkestad." She stuck her hand out for him to shake but quickly retracted it, curtsying instead. Joseff responded by grabbing the hand she had dropped and kissing it, causing her to blush a bright red.

"Joseff. Just Joseff. No Prince or anything." He said smoothly. "I would like to purchase some flowers." Blomst blinked and chuckled nervously.

"Oh, I'm sure I could find something around here." she said with a bright smile, gesturing toward the expanse of flowers on the wall. Joseff looked around the room, catching some glimpses of oranges, reds, and pinks, but he still had no idea what to get his aunt.

"Well, see, here's the thing," he began, jumping up on the counter, causing Blomst to gasp in surprise, "You mind?" he asked, resuming after she wordlessly shook her head no, "I need to get some flowers for my aunt, you know, the Ice Queen. I'm sure you've heard of her?" Blomst smiled and rolled her eyes.

"Yes, I am quite familiar with Queen Elsa. What's the occasion, may I ask?" Joseff opened his mouth to answer, but cut himself short, snapping his mouth into a firm line. No one was supposed to know about him being named Elsa's heir. At least, not yet, Joseff thought grimly.

"No, you may not." He said curtly. Blomst blinked back her surprise and unusual hurt.

"Okay," she managed, "Well, what color were you thinking about getting?"

"Something warm. No whites, no blues, no purples." he said emotionlessly. Blomst wondered what had happened to the charming young man who entered her shop not ten minutes before.

"Alright," she said a bit too gleefully, attempting to lighten the mood, "Well, we do have some-"

"Dammit," Joseff yelled, slamming his fist on the counter, "Why can't they just leave me alone?" Blomst barely had time to wonder where this sudden outburst had come from when Joseff began yelling again. "I mean, it's not like I ever even wanted to be king!" Blomst's eyes widened. King? Joseff had begun pacing around the small shop. He turned back to look at Blomst, a pained expression on his face. He rubbed his face with his hands vigorously and fell against the door and then looked around him, as though remembering his surroundings, becoming embarrassed by his behavior.

"I'm terribly sorry," he said in a pained voice, "I should go. Thank you for your time."

Blomst watched as Prince Joseff walked out of her shop. What just happened? She played back the details of his visit in her head, trying to discover the problem. His mood had immediately darkened when she asked the occasion and then he mentioned something about being king. Blomst knew that Queen Elsa and King Arvid had been unable to have children for some time, but she never thought of the queen naming one of her sisters children as the heir to the Arendelle throne. Nor had she considered that none of Princess Anna's children would even want the throne, but by the way Joseff had acted, it was obvious that he didn't.

Blomst rubbed her hands together. She had an unusual desire to help him, but she had no idea how to. Well, she thought, he did need some flowers. Blomst looked around her shop and wondered what kind of flowers would suit the Ice Queen of Arendelle. Her eyes immediately locked on a basket of dark red snowflake looking flowers. Blomst grabbed a handful of the flowers and tied them together with a silver ribbon. She grabbed her shawl from its place draped over the wooden chair by the door and headed out of the door.

Blomst stopped in front of the palace and stared up at it. She had never been this close to it before, and she had never spoken to anyone near it, either. She took a deep breath and strolled toward one of the guards near the gates.

"Excuse me," she said, "These are to go to Prince Joseff of Arendelle, please." The guard looked suspiciously at her for a moment before reaching to take the flowers.

"Wait!" she exclaimed, pulling the flowers back and fishing through her pockets for a tag for the flowers. "Would you happen to have a quill, by any chance?" The guard grunted and disappeared into the palace, returning a minute later with a quill in hand. Blomst thanked him and addressed the flowers before handing them to the guard.

To Just Joseff. No Prince or anything.

~Blomst