Author's Notes: This is my first Fan Fiction so I ask that you not flame but I welcome constructive criticism, questions, comments etc :) Read, review and enjoy lovelies :) (also the M rating will come into play later for darker themes and some romance)

Disclaimer: I own my own personal idea of using the characters from Frozen and Thor in a crossover plot following a Frozen storyline with my own twists and turns along the way. No offense is intended to the creators of either movie and comic book. Use of dialogue of the comics and/or movie is in Fair Copyright Law 107 and copyright to their intended owners; Frozen belongs to Disney Animation Studios, Chris Buck and Jennifer Lee and Crew, and Walt Disney Pictures. Thor belongs to Marvel Comics, Kenneth Branagh and Crew, and Marvel Cinematic Universe.

Summary: Elsa is finally free to be herself when she meets a strange man who has more in common with her than meets the eye. Tempers flare, passions ignite, and an heir to the throne with a Queen find out what they're truly made of. Will love conquer their frozen hearts? Or will they fall prey to their own fears of finally being accepted?

Chapter One: Unlikely Meetings

Elsa walked slowly up the North Mountain escaping the horrified eyes of her kingdom's citizens. She had lost control, releasing her powers over ice and snow in the ballroom. The newly coronated queen was not in power for twenty-four hours and she had managed to show she was the monster parents told about to their children at night; Elsa was the new Snow Queen.

The air was cold; colder than other places he had visited on the desolate planet. The man walked around in the snow trying to decide where to make camp for the night. He had searched along the base of the mountain but to no avail. No one needed to know he was there or who he was for that matter. All that mattered was his desperation for solace as well as freedom from his elder brother.

Elsa smiled when she reached the top of the mountain. "Finally," she thought, "I'm free." She inhaled deeply taking in the fresh air which was something she had not experienced since she was a little girl. A smile grew across her face as she released her hand from her glove, throwing it to the wind. Snow came out from her hands casting beautiful images in the air next to her. "Let it go." the queen thought. Suddenly she laughed and built a snowman her and Anna made long ago when they were kids. She unclasped her violet cloak letting it blow off in the wind. "The cold never bothered me anyways." she whispered softly. With a spark returning to her eyes, Elsa cast her magic forward to create an snow stairway over the gap which stood between her and the highest place on the mountain to be alone. She stepped on the first stair wondering if it would turn to ice or not. To her surprise it did. A laugh escaped her mouth as she began running up towards the peak, stairs forming in front of her. Elsa was finally free to be herself without the fear of being criticized as a monster.

While making his rounds the foreign man saw a glimmer of light appear near the peak. He slowly began to make his way up to towards the top of the mountain when he saw a violet cloak laying in the snow. "This is not right." the man thought to himself picking it up. Regardless of his past, a woman's cloak in the snow was never a good sign. "Guess I'm going to the peak to see if I can find her." He held the cloak for a moment then dropped it back in the snow. When he arrived at the top, he was amazed at what he saw. There in front of him was an ice staircase leading up to a glorious ice castle. He saw a woman in a elegant blue dress quickly retreat back inside from her balcony. "Found you." the man admitted aloud.

Elsa had not seen the man staring up at her marvelous creation which was lucky for him. Over the years Elsa learned that sometimes her powers had a mind of their own in order to protect her from harm. If she had seen him, he may not have lived to tell of her control of the winter. She walked around the castle admiring her work. Suddenly, there was a soft knock at the door. Elsa jumped suddenly but was not afraid. She walked down the stairs to the foyer to greet her new guest. "Anyone who is up here at this height is surely in need of some assistance." Inhaling deeply, she pulled the door open to grant entrance to her guest. The man before her stood tall, his raven black hair tousled from the wind. He looked down slightly to look her in the eyes. Elsa gasped softly upon looking him in the eyes. The eyes upon which she looked were a captivating dark emerald green. The man had a strong angular face with thin, delicate lips; a strong contrast to his masculine features. He wore an unusual black leather outfit accented by dark green and gold metal plating. Elsa knew that he was most definitely not from around here.

The man couldn't believe the woman he saw before him. By his own intuitions he gathered that somehow she had something to do with the creation of the ice castle but wasn't quite sure how. He took in her long platinum hair which complimented her soft pale skin. Never before had he seen eyes so vibrantly blue in all his years of life. The dress she wore complimented her figure in a very beautiful way. "Is there any way I can help you sir?" the woman asked. Her voice sounded softer than the voices of home, something he welcomed very much. The man thought for a moment before answering her question.

"I am looking for somewhere to stay tonight actually."

"Please come inside, um- what is your name sir?" The queen inquired. The man pondered telling her his true identity then decided he desperately needed someone outside of home to know who he was.

"I am Prince Loki of Asgard, and you are?" Loki bowed with respect.

"Elsa, Queen of Arendelle." Elsa curtsied. "Your highness you may stay here as long as you desire. My home is yours for the time being. Please come in for you must be freezing." She stepped aside, motioning him to come in.

"Thank you your grace. The cold really never has bothered me to be fair." Loki walked into the foyer. He couldn't believe his eyes upon looking around. A large snowflake lay beneath his feet while over head was a intricate chandelier, no doubt inspired by the queen herself. "This is quite a spectacular home your majesty." He smiled and turned to Elsa, her beauty astounding him.

"Please, call me Elsa." She paused a moment contemplating if she should bestow personal information about her unofficially abdicating as Queen of Arendelle or not. "Later." she thought then continued aloud, "I'm glad you like it. Come let me show you around."