Authors Note: I decided to write a Frozen fanfiction on a pure whimsical streak of inspiration, and this is my first Disney fanfiction - so *crossed fingers* and hopes all will go well. Also, I would just like to mention that this chapter is more or less an introduction and I assure you Hans will be featured more frequently throughout the story. Furthermore, I will happily read any reviews, and I hope you enjoy the story.
Disclaimer: I do not own Frozen, or any Frozen characters.
A blossoming spring had been illuminating Arendelle, bringing a sense of solidarity and warmth to the humble Kingdom. Queen Elsa had been sitting on her throne for just over four years now, and had become well at ease with the duties of a fully-fledged queen, and just like the spring, she grew into her powers more and more each day.
Princess Anna and Duke Kristoff had been happily married for three years now, and had just had their first baby, Tobias – he had a minor tuft of dark ginger hair and lilac eyes, just like Elsa and Anna's mother's. Elsa had many a time been afraid to hold the infant, in case of possibly giving the boy a chill, or hypothermia; however, eventually she found the courage to take the boy into her arms and cradle him as if he were her own – Elsa did long for the happiness which Kristoff and Anna had, but she also realised that being a monster would always cost her that. So, whenever she kissed Tobias goodnight, or watched over his cradle, held him in her arms, or watched Anna holding him, she looked into the eyes of the third heir to the throne.
The celebration of the infant's birth was beginning within hours, and Elsa was helping her sister with Tobias as she frantically had her ladies-in-waiting dress her. Elsa silently sat in the corner of the room in a president chair, which could honestly compare to the softness of a feather bed – clearly it was a seat for a mother. She held a sleeping Tobias in her glove-clad hands; they were new, and bore the crest of Arendelle on each wrist's hem – her hair was tied back in the tradition royal knot and she wore a dress of deep purple and blue – unmistakably the queen of Arendelle.
One of the ladies tightened the corset around Anna's miniature waste and the other two positioned her light pink dress around her legs, ready to pull up. "It's just weird you know – I mean I gave birth seven days ago, and Tobias' bladder is probably more in control than mine, but you know – got to have a party I guess." Anna ranted and as she held the top rim of the corset. Elsa removed a hand from under Tobias and covered her mouth as she let out a tiny giggle at the end of Anna's last remark. "I'm sorry, I know I must seem like I'm going berserk, but I pushed him out just the other day, I'm tired and in pain – and I don't think I'll even be able to hold down one canapé without regurgitating!" on that note Anna had just been dressed and she grabbed the skirt of the garment – as un-ladylike as the action could possibly be – and jumped off her platform, then marched over to her baby and sister. She peered down at her son and beamed. "He's not very big, I know – but God it hurts Elsa!" with that she widened her eyes and shook her head very slowly. Elsa couldn't believe how many years she had wasted without her sister, and her humorous language and quirky behaviour, and yet she was still humble and only ever wanted to be loved – Elsa had learnt one thing, if nothing – that she would always be by her sister's side, no matter what: because life is only short.
"At least you look beautiful." Anna, still holding onto the sides of her dress sighed with an extreme exhale and then pouted.
"Thank you. But I'm just so tired!" She stomped on the ground, and her youth shone through. The ladies then feather braided Anna's hair and the sisters ascended into the main hall of the castle, but before leaving, Elsa passed baby Tobias into Anna's hands and said: "you better wake him up, you're good at that." And the sisters smirked at one another and funnily enough, both couldn't wait to get in there and take a dip at the chocolate fountain.
The celebration had been exceptional and pleasant - after the presentation of the baby and royal family was over, the stress drifted off of Elsa's shoulders like dusty snow, and she found that she actually enjoyed herself. Although, she did have to stick to speaking to the people, in matters of government and formal affairs – she wasn't as lucky as Anna and Kristoff who would be able to comment on the last conversation they had, with one another, and make private cheeky jokes or comments on some of the people attending; Whereas Elsa had to keep herself to herself, and simply gossip within her own mind.
After a little while, Elsa decided to take a saunter to the deserts table and glance over the snacks. Spotting a chocolate truffle, she slowly removed a glove, finger by finger – it seemed as if time had slowed, as she focused her mind. You just want that chocolate, do not mess up. She picked up the truffle with thumb and finger, and finished the thing in two bites. Elsa normally would have eaten slower and with more grace, but chocolate is an emotional thing. And emotions trigger ice to fly from her fingertips. She would visit the kitchens later anyway. In that moment she turned around and took a glance at the crowd for a second, and was happy to see unity all in one room.
Just then, she heard someone clear their throat behind her, and then proceed to say: "My queen?" She turned to see a man with deep ginger hair and light hazel-green eyes accompanied by an unmistakable chin. In the shock, Elsa's eyes widened and she inhaled quickly grabbing her glove from the table and dragging it onto her pale, naked hand. "Prince Hans. What a pleasant surprise."