Author's Note:

Greetings!

This is my first ever Fanfiction, so go easy on me! The whole plot line to this story was dreamt up while watching Frozen, as it seemed that Elsa's platinum hair corresponded with her powers, so why cant Anna's red hair correspond with a power? Apologies if this story is dire, I am always learning and I expect it to get better with each passing chapter! I WILL be including the ol' Elsanna ship, BUT, there will be little description of sex scenes or the like, so you smut lovers beware! Otherwise, just enjoy the ride as I write this possibly long story.

Ok, now thats out of the way, here is some exposition. The story is set shortly after the end of Frozen; about 2-3 months. There have been sweeping social changes within the Kingdom of Arendelle, and Queen Elsa and Princess Anna alike are feeling the stress of their now public position, and people are jealous of the newfound power that their Kingdom wields.

Falling..

Falling...

Elsa's ice blue eyes shot open. She breathed deeply, closing her eyes and rubbing her temples to soothe her manifesting headache. Its only a nightmare Elsa. Get yourself together. Elsa slowly peeled away the now frozen furs covering her and sat on the side of the bed, head in her hands. It was only a nightmare. It was only a nightmare. Elsa glanced out of the window, scanning the blood red horizon for a peek of the warm sun. Before dawn again. When will I ever get a decent nights sleep. She slipped down onto the oaken floor, making creaking sounds as she cooled the warm wood. Elsa walked to her vanity, gazing dumbly as the dishevelled beauty that stood before her. Her platinum blond hair was frozen to her face, with rivulets of sweat frozen down the nape of her neck. I look a mess. Elsa concentrated as she willed the ice to unfreeze, causing it to evaporate instantly, leaving only a thin veneer of salty residue covering her face, neck and hair. Bath time. Elsa walked into her bathroom, disrobing as her long, pale legs made long strides to the enormous brass bath that was the centrepiece of the bathroom. She rest her hand on the side of the bath, causing it to frost over, while opening the tap to release the torrent of icy water from the fjord. Cold, just how I like it. She slowly lowered herself into the bath, sliding slowly down the side until she submerged herself. Slowly and with care, she rubbed the sponge over her face and neck, removing the last vestige of sweat, before slowly massaging her scalp and hair. She grabbed the lavender soap from the side, covering herself with the lather, before sinking down to her neck in the bath.

Elsa woke with a start to the door of her chambers opening. The sun shone brightly outside the windows of her bathroom. Shit, I have a meeting with my government this morning. She jumped from the bath, grabbing a towel to dry her damp hair, before forming an ice gown, to not startle the person in her room. Elsa entered her chambers, seeing her hand-maiden Gerda standing by her door, before bowing at the presence of Elsa. "Your majesty, your advisors are requesting your presence at the council meeting". Shit shit shit shit. "I just got out of the bath, send for someone to fix my hair and I will be ready". "As you wish, your majesty". They are not going to be happy that I am late again to the weekly meeting. Thirty minutes later, Elsa was ready to face her advisors. She was in a foul mood because of her nightmares last night, causing the air around her to chill and the floor to frost over. My cleaning staff must hate me.

Elsa stopped outside the large oaken door to the council chambers, straightening her back and adopting a more regal presentation of herself. She pulled the braid over her left shoulder and smoothed her fringe back, before creating an intricate ice circlet around her head to substitute for the crown she lost on the mountain. Her mind pushed herself back to the eloquence lessons with her mother. Back straight, chin up. Elsa pushed the slab of wood open to reveal the council, with her 10 advisors sitting around an oval, mahogany table. They all stood curtly to her presence, before Elsa waved them down, gliding into the ornate gilded throne at the apex of the table. "Apologies for the wait gentlemen, I had other matters to contend with". I need to work on my lies. "An apology is not needed your majesty" her Minister of Finance Lord Curzon announced, shivering slightly at the decreased temperature,"we wait at your pleasure". "So, gentlemen, how fares the Kingdom?" Curzon stood immediately, pulling his morning coat around his bulging, waist coated belly. "Your majesty, the trade embargo upon Weselton has caused a 43% drop in trade, there are over 600 metric tonnes of goods at the docks waiting to be shipped for sale, and the amount in the coffers is decreasing; the fiscal year will end with great debt". "I can attest to this your majesty" Lord Geddes, the Minister of Trade stood as Curzon sat with a thump back into his seat, "The loss of trade has been substantial, with many Arendellian businesses losing profit". This is not how I imagined the trade embargo to turn out, don't we have other people to trade with? "Lord Fairfax, I want you to get onto the next ship to Weselton and try and re-open trade between us". As much as I would like to leave that rat to his Weasletown, we need his trade. The Foreign Minister stood and bowed, before walking towards the exit, delegating commands to his valet. "Is there anything else gentlemen?". Minister of War, General Roos stood slowly and faced Elsa, sagging jowls swaying at the movement. "Your majesty, there have been reports of a military mobilisation in the Southern Isles. We do not know why the vessels were mobilised; however, it is not inconceivable for King Christian to be mobilising for revenge against the sinking of the SIS Freja last month, as well as the treatment of his brother, Hans". The ministers all turned to look towards Elsa, who sat eyes wide at the news. The Freja, Admiral Bartram was foolish to sink it for straying into Arendellian waters. What am I to do. "What do you suggest we do General?" Elsa said meekly, cringing at the sound of her scared voice. "I recommend a full mobilisation of our navy and defend our home fjords. The Southern Isle Navy would destroy us in open water, but we can defend the fjords, should they attack that is". A war, so early into my reign. What would father do. "Mobilise the navy".

That's chapter 1! Just setting up a bit of ol' exposition and backstory before I start introducing additional elements to the story. I felt that the Kingdom of Arendelle lacked a cohesive government so I set up a rudimentary cabinet, as to make it seem Elsa is more human, and not a brilliant tactician or economist. Oh well, chapters will follow sporadically. I will update from now on by a chapter by chapter basis, rather than this paragraph by paragraph style. A review upon my style would be appreciated!