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The agreement

The men aboard the ship were pleased to announce the dramatic change towards calm weather to the captain. The fleet, for nearly three weeks, experienced rocky waves and discourse to their route and back, some of the incidents particularly taxing. The involvement of pirates and rival navies had taken a toll on their handsome battleship, as well as raised weariness and various sickness. However, to all this they have endeared, and they were nearly home.

Hearten by the crew's mood and ready to address the Admiral, the captain knocked twice before entering the other's quarters. Closing the dark oak doors, he saluted the Admiral, and despite having to face the man's back, proceeded.

"I'm here to report that my navigator estimates roughly two days before we dock. But as you know, the earlier agreement with the King specifically requires us-"

The captain blinked, before realizing the cigar being offered to him.

Briefly, he considered, and took it. Once secured in his mouth, he lit the Admiral's before his own, and continued.

"Thank you," he piped. "The King required us to stop at the neighboring country before returning home."

Small rings of smoke issued from the naval officer's mouth, but since the captain couldn't directly see the front of the man's face, the smoke seemed to waft around the back of his head, snaking through his auburn hair. For a moment the captain was unsure if he was heard.

"That is to say, the contract you signed with the King was made legally binding the moment you leased this ship and its men. The King commanded us to head to the Kingdom of Arendelle before returning to the Southern Isles, because that was the agreed terms."

The quarters steadily began filling with smoke, until the Admiral lifted the latch and opened his window. The salty sea breeze waft in, and the man exhaled the smoke from his mouth slowly. He nodded to indicate that the captain should proceed.

"That is all," the captain replied. He held the cigar to avoid the ashes from falling into his white beard and uniform. "However, I'm a little curious - the terms were not fully explained to anyone but you, Admiral."

The captain waited, until at last the Admiral seemed content with the view from the window. A violent red sky was ebbing in the horizons, the captain noted. The weather tomorrow would be equally as good as today. He straighten his back as the naval officer turned to face him.

He was the youngest, objectively the most handsome the captain has worked with. He couldn't be more than twenty-three of age, and yet his talent and knowledge of warfare and sea surpassed many of the captain's previous partners. The Southern Isles had much to offer this past century, despite it's earlier skirmish. The full profile of the officer finally came to view, his navy uniform pinned with several badges. He extinguishes his smoke.

The captain raised a brow, expectant for an answer.

But Prince Hans just smiled.


It was half past five before the adviser knew how to proceed, and by then he grew anxious; the meeting began at four.

The documents had been thumbed through, numerously. The envelope had long been discarded, yet still Queen Elsa could not make a decision other than her initial one. As royal adviser, it was his duty to see through Arendelle's welfare, regardless of the whims of the Queen. He attempts to persuade her a second time, despite her weariness, and the fact her shoulders drooped while her hands braced her neck.

"Please reconsider, your Highness," he begins once more. "Other than the Kingdom Corona, your trade partners are not nearly as financially feasible. We have been secured for up to a year since your coronation, but since severing ties with Weselton, our exportation income has dropped dramatically."

The words seemed to stir the Queen, and she lowered her right hand, which was pinching at the bridge of her nose, to grasp at the paper lined with the royal accountant's numbers. Her eyes skimmed at the notes for the fifth (perhaps seventh) time.

"Our citizens aren't aware, but if things continue, it won't be long until they are directly affected as well."

Elsa finally regards the adviser.

"If-" she began, unsure whether or not to voice her confidence, "if Princess Anna continues to secure trades at the rate she has now-"

"While we appreciate the Princess' diplomacy, even her skills in bettering foreign relations would not be enough to keep the kingdom afloat."

The Queen's eyes flicker towards the World Map, and back towards the advisor. He seemed to sense exactly what direction her mind was heading off to, and seized the chance to further emphasize his point.

"You are correct," he said, heading off to the map, "in thinking about the distance of your current partners; they are simply too far away. Not only do they bring little profit, we must consider the money it cost to sail to them. Which is why we must improve relations with-"

"Enough."

Bound to listen to the Queen's orders, the adviser silenced himself. But his forefinger finishes his sentence anyhow, and Elsa was force to agree to his point. His fingers, still placed upon the map, landed on the script letters of the Southern Isles.

She turned to the letter on her desk, which had started to fray around the edges from the amount of times it's been read and re-read. It started innocently enough:

To the Honorable Queen of Arendelle,

As we have continually offered an extended hand of friendship to one another, I agree with my advisors that currently we must officially secure our relations. In order for us to trade without any mishaps, we had apologize for the incident that occurred during the Great Thaw by providing many pardoning goods that would have otherwise benefited our Kingdom if we had traded them. Consider this proposal regarding the return of the Admiral of our navy, if you should host a celebration regarding his return-

She always stopped there after reading it fully twice. It all concluded to what she regarded as an unlikely feat. She stares at the loopy signature of the Southern Isles King.

"The King wants me to hold a ball for his brother," she summed up.

"Yes-"

"The same one that tried to overtake my throne by murdering my sister and me."

The temperature of the room rapidly decreases.

"Yes," the adviser answered, all the while seeing his breath come out in small puffs, before evaporating completely.

"Exactly what punishment was bestowed upon him by his brothers the past year?"

"He was banished to a remote country side for six months, near isolation before he was allowed to return to the royal castle. They stripped him of his title. Although he is recognized as a royal he had to work his way up that social status once more."

"So essentially, nothing."

The adviser could see tiny snowflakes drifting from the ceiling.

"We've been through this, my Queen. It's been a year. Old grudges surely can not outweigh the needs of our people. Now we need an answer, and there can only be one-"

"I know," she said, a bit too loudly, and if she wasn't careful, the frost would spread completely over her table-

"I know." She thinks of the crown, her people and her late father.


It's midnight before Elsa agrees to retire, and that's only because her servant insisted.

"Kai," she murmured, swallowing a yawn. "When will Anna be back?"

"Your sister wrote four days ago when she was in Corona. She should be back any day. Why, your Majesty?"

They reached the doors to her room. The northern lights that managed to gleam past the hallway curtains shined at Elsa's hardening expression.

"Inform her," she said, grimly and disliking every word, "That Prince Hans of the Southern Isles should be arriving here within two days, and we shall welcome him to our humble abode."