Disclaimer: I don't own the story of Frozen or any of its original characters, including but not limited to Anna, Elsa, The King, Olaf, Sven, and Kristoff.
AN: Hi everyone, this is my first fan fiction in a long time, please read and review and tell me what you think.
I am awoken by the sound of rapt knocking upon my door. It is followed by the sound of a harsh voice speaking gentle words. I do not catch what is actually said, for I am still in the process of waking up from my long night of deep sleep. I know who is knocking at my door even though I did not catch what they said. It is, as it is every morning, Gerda, my one and only handmaid. Despite living in a castle full of servants, I am only allowed one handmaid to help me get ready and to tend to my quarters. And, as is just my luck, I landed the sassiest one in father's employment. Gerda always knocked as a curtesy but I knew that she would come in no matter what I said or did not say.
As I begin to come around to the rest of my senses, I notice a very pleasant scent swirling around the room. It smells like breakfast is cooking downstairs. I peel my eyes open to an empty room; Gerda has not yet let herself in, although I have no doubt it will be soon. There is a faint glow of early morning light coming through the windows. I stretch my arms above my head as I sit up, adjusting to the feeling of being awake.
Just as I had predicted, Gerda opens the door and walks inside without any invitation what so ever. She is dressed in her usual teal dress with white apron. The teal is a flattering color against her bright ginger hair.
"Good morning Princess Elsa. I trust you slept well, since it took such a ruckus to wake you up." She pulls open the curtains and the room lightens up a bit, it is still dim morning light though. She grabs me by the hands and pulls me out of bed; she then proceeds to make the bed again.
"You should not call me that, even in private. You never know who could be listening." I begrudgingly make my way to the wash basin and throw some water on my face. It helps to wake me up a bit more thoroughly. I pull off my night clothes and hand them to Gerda to take to the laundry room. She steps into the hall, most likely to hand them off to one of her many busy bees. One of the benefits of having Gerda be my only handmaid is that she is in charge of most of the other servants of the house answer to her.
I notice that I look very thin as I watch myself in the mirror. My ribs are starting to show through my skin again, I sigh out loud and put a hand on my ribs. This weight thing is always such a pain for me, if I gain too much weight, my breasts get too big. But not weighing enough makes me nervous, these ribs make me nervous. Thankfully I inherited my mother's tiny hips, which limit my body's feminine appearance.
"Prince Eza, since you insist on pretending even in private, I've come back to get you ready for your day."
"Which ensemble have you chosen for me today?" I ask her as I raise my arms over my head. With a tight piece of cloth, Gerda binds down my breasts.
"It's a navy blue jacket with beige pants, very classic look."
After she's dressed me, I would agree that I look very classic. After I tie my shoulder length hair up in a fashion befitting of a young prince of Arendelle, I leave the room to go find my father.
I find him exactly where I expect to, in front of the portrait of my mother. He visits it every morning and just looks at it.
"Father," I say, tentatively, "You wanted to speak to me?"
"Eza," He says, turning to look at me, completely cut out of his trance-like state. "You like nice, yes I did want to see you this morning. I am feeling very out of sorts and have decided to give you the morning off of all your scheduled duties. But, we have visitors later, so you need to return here before they arrive. "
"Of course father, that should not be an issue at all. I appreciate the time off from my duties this morning." I bow low and wait for him to dismiss me.
"You are free to go Eza."
As I walk away I feel a warm smile spread across my face for the thought of having a free day is working through my brain. As I walk through the mostly empty castle the sound of my boots is heavy against the floor. The servants are pulling open the windows and pulling back the curtains, and the light of the evolving day is shining through.
I burst through the gates and am faced with bright faces that have been waiting for me to emerge all morning. I pull my gloves on that have been sitting in my pocket. I plaster a big smile on my face, and slowly make my way through the crowd. Shaking hands and kissing children, being touched from all directions.
Once I emerge I am in front of the vendor who sells flowers; there is a lovely young woman admiring some. As I walk past she twirls around and slips on the icy ground, which was my fault I regret, her flowers fly up into the air. I reach my arm out and her waist lands on it, I strain to keep her from falling.
"Oh!" She says as her eyes catch mine; I flash her a smile and she blushes. She struggles to get herself back on her feet. "I'm so sorry, ah! I'm such a mess, woah!" I help her regain her footing.
"My lady I'm afraid your lack of balance is my fault on this morning." I point to the gentle icy swirls all over the ground.
"Are you him?" Her eyes get very big, and her gentle lips fall open.
"Am I who?" I smile at her again, and that blush crawls up from her neck again.
"The ice prince?" She asks shyly.
I smile big, "The very same. I'm Prince Eza of Arendelle, what is your name my dear?"
She lifts her head up and smiles, " I'm Princess Anna of Corona. I'm visiting here with my family."