Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters.

Author's notes: I as watching a frozen and thought...hey, let's try another fic! I am currently writing one called,"To Grow Up." It's about Elsa forcing a marriage on Anna to prevent war, but what if she doesn't want to wed to the man that betrayed her? Go review and read...

Please realize this is a fanfic and not going exactly by the script...Elsa is written as a very private and very distant sister in this...and Hans is actually a good guy. Haha. So if you're just going to complain about that, I'm sure you can flame somewhere else.

This will be a prologue of a new fic...I'll be honest. I like reviews & whatever stories have the most decides usually get the most attention!

Marriage of Convenience

Prologue

"Can I say something crazy? Will you marry me?" Hans, the Prince of the Southern Isles was on his knee. Is this how Cinderella felt when Prince Charming asked for her hand in marriage? The story made it seem as if all of her problems were solved. Cinderella not only had a man who loved her, but it was a way for her to get away from her horrible stepmother and stepsisters. It meant freedom!

Freedom. It was the first time Anna had experienced it since she was a child. There had always been gates, bars, or doors closing her in. All she could remember was losing her parents at a very young age. It had hurt for awhile, but it went away in time. She had reached out for her sister, then, desiring love. All she received was a closed door.

That's when Anna realized she would never be able to escape. Was it really her destiny to be locked away forever?

When she was younger, she spent hours reading some of her mother's romance novels. In every single book she read, a prince would come, declare his love, marry the princess, and they would live happily ever after.

Except...there was no such thing as a happily ever after.

"Hans, you're being silly...just because I told you I want to get away doesn't mean i will marry a stranger..."The princess smirked and rested her hands on her hips. A marriage proposal...after knowing each other less than eight hours?

A smile grew on the Prince's face as he stood reluctantly. "You think I'm being rash."

"Rash? More like standing on the edge of a castle and jumping without looking at the sharp rocks where you will land." Her blue eyes flickered in amusement.

It feels so good to actually talk to someone...much better than pictures on the wall. Ugh, it's getting late. I can already hear the music winding down. Does this night really have to end? Do I really have to go back?

Hans looked over his shoulder. From where they were, they could see people begin to slowly trickle to their carriages. The party seemed to be wrapping up. Soon enough, the gates would be closed again.

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The walk to the castle was slow. Anna seemed to be taking her time and enjoying her surroundings. The beautiful night sounds, the chirping crickets, the actual smell of grass. Her hand was tucked properly into the crook of Hans' arm.

"The gates close...and then what happens, Anna? Do you really want that life?"

She reluctantly stopped. "It's my life, Hans, what other choice do I have?"

"...marry me, Anna..." His gloved hands came around to frame her waist. He turned her toward him. Earlier, it had seemed comical, but now?

"Hans-"

He quickly interrupted her,"Anna, think about it! Do you really think we met each other by accident? You want to be free! You want to go outside the gates and have friends and travel the world! You could do that! If you marry me, you wouldn't be under her dictatorship, you'd be my wife... We could get a house by the-"

Whoever wrote Cinderella had drank too much wine. No one met each other and fell in love after a single night. There was no such thing as a fairy godmother or magic...it was all a fairytale!

Fairytales were written for people with a sad, lonely life. They were written for people who needed an escape from their reality. It gave people with a normal life a sense of hope. Anna had prayed many nights that one day she would have a fairy godmother...that she would actually find love.

It never happened. She had spent the entire evening with a Prince. There was no spark, no love, but there was a marriage proposal.

"Why would you marry me if we don't love each other?"

The prince drug his fingers through his hair. Wow, maybe I did drink too much. I'm proposing to a girl I just met. Am I that desperate? "I told you I have twelve brothers...I'm the baby of the kingdom. I'm treated as if I do not even exist. what kind of life is that? I just want...I want a way out. I want a life, Anna, I want a chance to start over and get away from..."

"...from the loneliness..." Anna understood how he felt all too well.

"...if we marry, you can get outside of the walls...and I'll get away from my brothers...it will be...a marriage of convenience..." Hans felt his face flush. He had drank too much. He had enjoyed the young princess' company, but he knew better than to speak so openly to a stranger.

...maybe I should just join the military. I'll get away from them, I can start my own life.

The princess of Arendale bit her lip. Life wasn't magical...it was horrible...and if by some odd reason, you are handed an offer...you take it. "Okay, Hans, a marriage of convenience...can I say something Even more crazy? I'll marry you..."

The two looked at each other. They were complete strangers. They were lonely. Yet, for some odd reason, life handed them an escape to their lives.

...they would take it...

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