Disclaimer: I'm not Chris Buck, Jennifer Lee or Kiera Cass. I do not own any of these characters or the idea of a Selection. This is purely for fun and I'm not making any money off of it.

A/N: Hey everyone! It's me again, this time I'm back with my very first crossover fic! This one is going to be massive, at least 30 chapters, but possibly many more. I hope you all enjoy it.

Anna Arendelle, Princess of Swendway, sat on the soft leather sofa in the Queen's study. Her hands were clenched tightly in her lap and her eyes were focused on her older sister as the Queen paced around the small room. The tension between them was unusually high and it infected the room, making it hard for Anna to draw in a breath.

"And you're sure there's nothing we can do to persuade them?" Anna asked. Her voice sounded thin and reedy to her ears, betraying her fear.

Elsa wrapped her arms around herself and stared out the window toward the fjord. "They want us out of the palace, Anna. They don't want a woman in charge of the country, let alone a witch." Her voice broke on the word and she closed her eyes.

"They can immigrate to Italy or even Ilea for that matter," Anna protested angrily, her hands crushing the velvet of her skirt in her frustration. "We aren't keeping anyone here against their will!"

The Queen didn't respond immediately, instead she leaned her forehead against the window and the glass frosted over quickly. She couldn't always keep her power under control when she was upset, and it was something that the Easton family were quick to point out to the media nowadays. They were afraid of her, of what she could do if under extreme stress. The Easton's were an old family, a family with political ties, who felt that the Arendelle line (and Elsa in particular) no longer had the kingdom's best interests at heart. They were causing trouble, spreading rumors and speculation in the kingdom. Unfortunately, they were getting much more vocal and the people of Swendway were starting to listen. It was why she had summoned Anna to her study in the first place.

"What if…" Anna said hesitantly, trailing off with a question in her tone.

Elsa turned from the window, one pale brow raised. "Yes?"

Anna twisted her skirt in her hands, the material lifting from the floor and showing off her delicate ankles. It wasn't ladylike, but she was too preoccupied with her thoughts to care. "Well, one of the concerns is the continuation of the family line, right?" She took a deep breath and pressed on before Elsa could interrupt her. "They aren't thrilled about having a woman in charge of the kingdom, but what if you got married? It wouldn't fix everything, but the people might quiet down if there was a male presence in the monarchy."

Ice blue eyes widened at Anna's words. Elsa moved from the window and crossed the room to sit by her sister's side on the sofa. "Marriage? Me?" she whispered, a dry laugh escaping her lips. "Do you really think the same men who are afraid of me would be willing to marry me?"

Anna shrugged. "Do you have a better idea?"

Elsa's eyes narrowed as she looked into Anna's face. Her younger sister was so youthful, her optimism unhindered by reality. She wished she could be that free, but her position as Queen didn't allow it and neither did the powers she had been born with. She would always have to be careful with her emotions and understand how the world really perceived their family. They were royalty, which meant they were constantly under watch by the people around them, and because she knew the way things worked, she knew that a marriage for her was out of the question. But… it didn't have to be that way for Anna.

Her thoughts raced a mile a minute, lingering on something her sister had said just a few minutes before. Ilea. The answer was Ilea.

"As a matter of fact, I do," Elsa said breathlessly, a laugh in her voice.

"Well, spill it!" Anna demanded, nearly bouncing off the sofa with her enthusiasm.

"No one will want to marry me, but I'm not the only one who can continue our bloodline." Elsa beamed at her sister, genuine excitement filling her up. "Anna, the people adore you! What if you get married instead? The entire nation would celebrate every moment of your courtships!"

Confusion filled the princess's teal blue eyes. "Courtships? Plural?"

"I think it's time for Swendway to borrow an idea from our Ilean friends," Elsa said and squeezed Anna's hand. "We are going to hold a Selection."