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Chapter 1

Elsa and Anna stood on the dais, welcoming the guests. It was the day after Elsa's 22nd birthday and the council had organized a ball for her to meet a few potential suitors. She had been doing the usual meet and greets for an hour now and had quickly grown tired of the seemingly endless fake compliments from Princes and Dukes, all really wanting her hand in marriage.

The last potential suitor in the line stepped up, a tall man with a light beard. His eyes seemingly glowed cobalt and his attire, while appropriate, was odd. He wore a much simpler dress than the others, a simple black jacket and pants with a white shirt and a bow tie. His black shoes shone, and he carried two drinks in his hands, both flutes of champagne.

"Happy Birthday, your Majesty," he said smoothly, a playful lilt in his voice, "If I do say so, you look like you need a glass of alcohol and I hear the champagne is delicious."

He offered Elsa the second glass and she accepted gratefully.

"Thank you..." She trailed off, prompting a chuckle from the man.

"I do apologize," he said, "I'm Fox...just Fox, your Majesty."

Elsa raised an eyebrow at him.

"No title?" Elsa asked taking a sip of the champagne.

The champagne was indeed delicious, and she made a mental note to find out what possessed the servants to serve such liquid gold.

"No, your Majesty," Fox said with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, "No title."

This intrigued Elsa and the man blinked, the smile now burning in his eyes.

"May I offer you your first birthday dance, your Majesty?" Fox asked.

"Yes, you may," Anna said, cutting off Elsa, "Thank you, Mr Fox."

Elsa glared at Anna but accepted Fox's invitation. He led her to the dance floor as the next song started. As they danced, they chatted softly about small things. Elsa had enjoyed herself such that she hadn't realized they were halfway through the second song already.

"Oh wow," she breathed as they danced, "It's the next song already."

Fox smiled down at her.

"You were enjoying yourself," he whispered, "I would have said something, but I couldn't bring myself to interrupt your fun. This evening is all about you after all.

Elsa was touched by Fox's caring. She knew the men at this ball didn't care about her; just her power, both magical and political. When the song ended, they curtsied, and he led her off the floor.

For the rest of the evening, she couldn't wipe the giddy smile from her face, much to her sister's delight.

# # #

Unknown to the Queen, she had just met an escaped test subject. He was known only as Fox to those few that he introduced himself to, which wasn't many. He mostly avoided people, paying his rent and buying his necessities by hunting freelance for the local butchers. His arrival in Arendelle had been purely accidental but it was a very welcome escape from his former life.

Fox had been engineered from birth to be the ultimate soldier. The only problem that had arisen was the single shred of humanity he had been given by his mother. Since arriving in Arendelle, he had used his abilities and technology to earn himself a reputation as a skilled hunter and fighter. Many a drunken sailor had received a beating from him and the barmaids always gave a relieved sigh when he showed up to the towns largest dockside bar.

For hunting, his main weapon of choice was a Heckler and Koch HK417 A2 with a 16.5'' barrel. It was equipped with a variable zoom optic, canted iron sights, a folding foregrip, a suppressor and a bipod. He loaded it with half jacketed hollow point ammunition for maximum stopping power.

When he went hunting, he wore a tactical black titanium movement enhancing exoskeleton. The exo had a booster pack on the back and a full-face helmet that provided him with a heads up display with information about his surroundings and targets.

He also had a sidearm, a Sig Sauer P226 Mk25 with an Osprey Suppressor fitted to the muzzle. Illuminated iron sights topped it off and a laser sight resided under the barrel. Currently, the Mk25 sat in a holster under his left armpit. It wasn't necessarily the most comfortable, but it kept the weapon well hidden.

As Fox walked through Arendelle with a smile, he thought back to the dance he had shared with Elsa. He hadn't expected the Queen to be so friendly and fun but found himself glad she was. He was renting a cottage on the outskirts of town and while it took him a while to reach it on foot, he enjoyed the walk. Walking helped him think and as the night swallowed him, he couldn't help but chuckle at the fun he had had at the ball.

# # #

The next morning, Elsa couldn't get the attractive Mr Fox out of her head. Unfortunately for her, that provided Anna plenty of ammunition to tease her with.

"Elsa's lovesick," Anna sang as she joined her sister at breakfast.

"No, I'm not!" Elsa hissed back, laughter attempting to break through.

"You have to admit though, Mr Fox was very…distracting," Anna said with a giggle.

Elsa blushed and nodded, hiding in her coffee.

"I suppose so," she sighed and lost herself again.

Her day seemed to fly by until the council meeting started. Internally she groaned as she swept into the chambers and nodded to her council. Some minutes into the meeting, the one question she wanted to avoid was asked.

"Your Majesty, did you find any suitable suitors?" her head councilman asked.

"Well…" she started and immediately Fox popped into her mind, "There was one rather attractive gentleman…"

"The stranger you danced with, your Majesty?" another asked.

Elsa's blush returned.

"That would be correct," she said bashfully, feeling unbelievably awkward, "What is our next topic of discussion?"

Sensing her discomfort, Councillor Judge Jameson, who was the youngest by several years, took the subject change and the meeting continued.

# # #

Sometime later, Fox was walking through the plaza when he spotted a familiar crown of platinum blonde hair. For a brief second, he toyed with the idea of just getting one of the children to deliver some flowers before deciding to do it himself. He quickly bought a bouquet of flowers and tracked Elsa across the plaza. Eventually, he worked his way to her and when she saw who was standing in front of her, Elsa blushed lightly as she smiled.

"Mr Fox," she said, "What a pleasant surprise to see you again."

"Likewise, your Majesty," Fox replied and produced the flowers, "I saw you across the plaza and thought I'd bring you a…present, of sorts."

She blushed harder as she accepted the gift.

"Would you care to join me on my walk?" she offered bashfully, and Fox held out his arm for her in reply.

She accepted it and soon they were walking along the waterfront, arm in arm. People they passed whispered excitedly, not that Elsa or Fox noticed. They were too busy chatting and enjoying the other's company.

"Are you from Arendelle?" Elsa asked eventually.

"Not originally," Fox replied, "I…moved here about a year ago from Alaska. You might know it better as Russian America though."

Elsa frowned slightly.

"That's a very far way to move," she said, "What made you do it?"

"I needed a fresh start," he said with a smile that didn't reach his eyes, "Small towns where everyone knows everyone got old."

Elsa smiled at him. She noted he would smile without his eyes a lot when talking about himself and it made her wonder why. She considered asking but felt he would tell her when he was ready for her to know why he was tentative of the subject. They continued their walk until Fox broke the silence.

"I rather enjoy your company, Queen Elsa," he said with a playfully serious smirk, "Perhaps we should have lunch together tomorrow at the waterfront cafe."

Elsa eyed him curiously as they re-entered the plaza.

"Why, Mr Fox, are you asking me out on a date?" she asked playfully.

"As friends," he replied, "For now."

A light blush crept onto her cheeks as he kissed her knuckles and bowed. She nodded back and left him standing at the plaza entrance. He watched her go with a good feeling in his heart and once she was accompanied by a guard and on the bridge, he left with a smile on his face.