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Chapter 1
The light off the candle cast a red hue unto Elsa's drowsy expression. As her time as Queen, the political interest in her affairs had grown. She knew that her acceptance of the throne would result in lessened time to herself, but the revealing of her powers had only increased the strain. Countries she was unaware were even still capable of trade were sending forth letter after letter requesting the newly discovered surplus item. Ice. Isles from every direction looked towards Arendelle with hungry eyes. Her eyes combed the room searching for anything to distract her mind from the task at hand. The room was smaller than the office of the former ruler, her father. She could never bring herself to face the issue. Any time she attempted to clear away the remains of her father's legacy from his office, she would find herself overwhelmed with the memories flooding her brain. She knew Anna felt similar by the way she hurriedly scurried past the opening to his wing. Though she tried not to show it, the past influences of their patriarch haunted their thoughts when their eyes lay on his belongings.
The room was painted a cream not too many shades off of the platinum blonde hair Elsa forever donned. A large mahogany was placed near the middle of the room topped with a slate of glass, littered with papers and ink. In front of the desk was a couch provided by Anna so that she may lie as she pestered Elsa for the attention she so dearly craved. Across where two seats for any dignitaries wishing to discuss the matters perched upon the desk surface. Elsa ran her slender fingers through the falling locks of her unruly bangs. Her hair was in a single braid falling down her back. It had once been secured on top of her head, but as the day and stress progressed, it finally released its grasp to further annoy its owner. She wore a dress similar to the once she sported on her coronation day. Instead of a turquoise body, it was a darker violet shade. She had not initially intended on escaping her solitude at midnight for a drink, but to finish the paperwork required for her and Anna to spend the entire day together, she needed a glass of wine. If it had not been for this impulse, she wouldn't have heard the knock at the door. It hit her ears when she strode through the foyer past the front door. It was soft almost unsure of whether or not it wished to be heard. She reluctantly approached the entrance. If it had been any other time in the day, she would have been aware of the dangers with placing oneself in front of a stranger in the wee hours of the night.
The door slowly creaked open and in an instant a man fell forward into the light of the moon. He was tall, possibly at least foot taller than Elsa. His hair was pitch black and his skin was lightly tinted with a tan. He had bags forming underneath his eyelids which held bronze colored irises. He stumbled forward. Silence grew between the two before he finally broke it.
"Where can I find Queen Elsa?" He muttered as his eyes searched the room.
"What are your intentions once you do?" Elsa replied in a stiff tone suddenly realizing the dangerous situation she had placed herself in.
"I need to speak with her." He retorted as though it should have been an obvious thing. He looked down and made eye contact. It dawned on the individual that the person he was seeking was placed right in front of him. "I apologize for not recognizing you on the spot. It is undeniable by your appearance that you are whom I seek." He lowered his stance into a bow to further assure that he meant no harm. "Who are you, and what could you possibly want from me at this time in the night? It is illogical for you to come forth asking questions expecting me to be awake." She began wishing to investigate the stranger that had arrived on her door step.
"But as you can see, my timing is impeccable, for here you are. My name is Prince Nikolas of Cariden. I need your assistance. It is far more important than trade prospects or a partnership that you may assume I am here for." He took a cautious step back to straighten his body out to match the stance a person of royalty was expected to maintain. Elsa could finally view the attire he was wearing. It was similar to the normal uniform of a captain or heir to the throne. He had black trousers matching his hair and a red coat holding multiple Medals of Honor most likely bestowed upon him by his father wishing to make his son stand out to those he greeted. Nikolas quickly stuck his hand out hoping to receive a handshake customary of monarchs. After analyzing the look of confusion and slight anger flashing across her face, he withdrew his hand and began to talk once more.
"May we sit and discuss this situation in a different setting?" His weary indicated that he had most likely traveled all into the night to be her company. She was very familiar with the location of his origin due to her studying of the map that hung in her bedroom for the thirteen years of her solitude. It was not far off from Arendelle, but definitely more than a single day's trip.
She turned on her heel and led the man to her office. The similar corridors melted into his tired mind and he was sure she was taking his around in circles before they arrived at an ajar door. She entered guiding him into her lair of diplomatic decisions.