I don't own Frozen or Tangled. They both belong to Disney
A haggard ship wormed its way through the mountains, its destination - Arendelle. The ship belonged to the Royal Ice Harvester, Kristoff Bjorgman and his fleet of twelve or so men. They had just finished harvesting the quarter's allotment of ice from the northern mountains - half for Arendelle and the other half for the kingdom's trading partners. Everything was going well in his eyes. They had the ice, he'd be back early, and he had the love of the amazing Anna - Princess of Arendelle.
What he didn't know, however, was the fact that, on his ship, lurked a stow away who had hopped aboard the ship as it had stopped for supplies off the coast of Denmark. A one Eugene Fitzherbert - going by the name of Flynn Rider once again after…
No matter. What mattered was the he was on the ship, with one goal in mind…
"Alright men," Kristoff yelled. "We're home!"
There was a raucous cheer of the men on board which lasted briefly, before they started hauling the ice to who knows where. Flynn surmised that they had special storerooms to keep the ice cold.
He listened for hours before he had deemed it safe to spring from his hiding spot. Once free from his spot, the thief's next plan of action was to just walk off the ship, but without looking, he had fallen off and into the icy water below.
Luckily he was a good swimmer, but unluckily, a guard had heard the commotion and came to check it out.
"Wha- Someone there?" The guard stood in his spot near the ship for a few minutes before stalking off, muttering under his breath. "Must'a been Olaf, again. Damn snow man!"
Flynn waited until he was sure the guard was gone, then swam up, gasping for air. He pulled himself up with a rope that was anchoring the ship to the port, and stood still on his hands and knees.
"Shit, shit, SHIT!" Flynn whispered harshly. He then remembered that the guard could still be anywhere around. He stood up, tried to shake the excess water from himself, and proceeded to make a plan in his head to reach the castle.
"Alright, Rider…" he sighed. "You can do this."
Elsa sat on her bed in a long light blue nightgown that reached to her ankles. It was elegant enough to be summer gown, with it's off the shoulder collar and long sleeves that ended mid wrist. It wasn't made of ice. Despite what the rest of Arendelle thought, she didn't always wear ice; that did get exhausting.
Her hair was down, and she was currently brushing it. She remembered, before the incident with Anna, that her mother mentioned something about brushing her hair 100 times to keep it soft and luscious. Her mother would sit with her in this very room - the King and Queen's room that Elsa was forced to move into after her coronation - and brush Elsa's hair. They would talk about anything and everything. But then, everything went to shit. She hurt the baby of the family, and for that, had to get locked away. Her life was no longer warm and cuddly, neither physically nor emotionally.
"100," she said.
Elsa turned to place the brush on her night table before pulling the covers off her bed and setting underneath them. She turned the light off, and rested her head on the pillow, just looking at the canopy of her bed, then glancing at the crown beside the brush.
"Good night, Queen Elsa…"
With that, her eyes fluttered closed, ready to dream. However, the young queen was oblivious of just what was to come.
Flynn looked up at where he thought Elsa's bedroom to be and grabbed a grappling hook from the belt on his waist. He threw it in the air, satisfied with the clanking noise it had made as it latched onto the balcony. He tugged the rope before smirking and started scale the wall. Soon Elsa's crown would be his, he'd be able to sell it, and finally be able to live like royalty.
He had finally made it to the balcony after hours and hours of scaling the walls. He pulled himself by the balcony rim, landing on the cold stone floor beneath him. It wasn't the most silent, but he'd take it. Especially since, glancing into the bedroom, the Queen hadn't woken up. He silently mused that he had been right in assuming this was where her room was. It was a huge boost to his ego.
He left the grappling hook on her balcony, carefully entering the bedroom through the floor to wall window that she had so foolishly left open. He carefully pushed aside the purple gossamer curtains, scanning the room for any sign of the crown. He grinned when he found it, silently tiptoeing across the room, to her nightstand.
Elsa stirred in her sleep, which immediately froze Flynn in place - metaphorically, of course. Flynn stood still for a moment, then continued to move as he realized the queen wasn't waking up.
He leaned over the nightstand, grabbing the crown and quickly placing it in his satchel. He was about to leave, but snuck a glance at the queen's sleeping face. He had seen her once before, at her coronation, back when he and Rapunzel were still…
"Damn it Flynn… that's over."
Elsa stirred again, this time giving off all the signs of waking up. Flynn's eyes widened, trying to make a run for it, but in his haste, he had tripped over a floor rug.
"Shit!"
"W-wha?" she muttered, waking up.
Flynn looked back at her. She was still in bed, but he knew that wouldn't last. He ran toward the balcony, grasping the hook in his hands.
"I'd love to stop and chat, but I gotta run!" He started to quickly rappel down the wall.
Elsa was now fully awake. She glanced at her night stand, looking for the crown, finding it gone. She pushed the sheets away from her, running toward the balcony. Her hands gripped the railing as she looked everywhere for the person that had stolen her crown, but she could see nothing… until she saw a dark figure running at the base of the castle.
"Got you, thief!" She pushed out her hands in front of her, making a ramp of ice that she slid on. It was a bit unnerving, sliding on her ice as she made it, but she had to get that crown back.
She had made it to the base of the castle, just as the thief crossed her, running past her in the other direction toward the docks. "Stop!" she shouted.
Her hands darted out in front of her, shooting ice spikes at him, but he was too fast and agile. She ran and ran, until her feet were getting sore from running on the cobblestone. She paused briefly to make slippers from ice, then continued running, trying to catch her breath.
"St-stop!"
"That would defeat the purpose of me getting away, now would it?" Flynn couldn't help it, but her constant cries of "stop" made her sound like a broken record. He did feel a pang of guilt though, as he looked back at her, seeing that she was leaning against a lamp post, out of breath. His guilt suddenly turned to pain for he had just smashed into another lamp post.
Elsa heard the sound and ran up to check on him as fast as she could. She snatched his satchel and grabbed her crown, throwing the satchel back at him. "Who…" she breathed deeply. "Who are you?"
"... mraa…" he groaned.
"T-tell me who you are, or I'll-" she turned him over, gasping at the face before her.
"E-Eugene?"
"I-It's," he sat up, rolling his shoulder and cracking his neck. "Flynn."
"But, you're supposed to be in Corona… with my cousin."
He snorted at the mention of Rapunzel, "Don't talk about her right now."
"W-What happened?" Elsa suddenly felt a lot less concerned with the crown now, than she did about Rapunzel and Eugene's relationship.
"Elsa…" he warned.
"Did you leave her? Is that it?" she felt anger rise up in her. She had only met Rapunzel once, but from their correspondence, she felt like she already knew her. Rapunzel was a sweet young lady, bubbly and kind. She didn't deserve a deserting husband.
"... We never got married."
Elsa looked at him, confused. "What?"
Flynn was about to answer her question when a disheveled looking Anna had come running toward them. Despite just being caught, he couldn't help by grin at the Princess's bed head.
"Elsa, what the hell?" She looked between her sister and Flynn, eyes squinting.
"Anna…" Elsa stood up, dusting off her nightgown. "What are you doing out here?"
"I couldn't sleep and I saw you gliding on ice from my window. You seemed to be chasing someone." She yawned, gripping her robe tight.
"Anna, go back to sleep. Everything's okay."
Anna yawned again, "Hey Eugene."
"Anna," he nodded, still opting to sit on the ground beside the lamp post.
"Anna, please, just go to bed."
"Okay, okay…" she turned to leave. "Last time I worry about my sister… just sayin'."
Elsa rolled her eyes in a very un-queenly way. She faced Flynn and held her left hand out to him; her right hand clenching the crown.
Flynn looked up at her hand before taking it, "You a leftie?"
"Just, get up."
Flynn took her hand, wincing as he stood up. "So what's next?"
"I'm locking you up," Elsa said flatly.
"And throwing away the key?" Flynn scoffed, shaking his head. "Typical. You get caught stealing one tiny crown and you get thrown in jail."
Elsa looked bewildered, "You're making jokes?" She poked him in the chest. "This isn't a joking matter… now come with me."
"Uh… ... ... No."
Elsa's eyes narrowed. She placed her hands on his, pulled them together, and froze them.
"Yeowch!" he yelped in pain from the cold.
"Come with me, and we'll switch those out for a less cold set of iron ones."
Elsa had just come back from locking Flynn up in the holding cell. She didn't like it, not at all, since she knew this man as her cousin's fiancé and should be husband, but she had to do what she had to do. Now, though, it seemed like she needed answers as to why he was here, and he was being so flippant about everything.
She entered the large library that was between her and her sister's bedrooms. It was also - coincidentally - the room that Hans left Anna to die in.
"Where is it, where is it," she searched the section on royals and their kingdoms. "Aha!"
She was going to get to the bottom of this. First, she needed to know if Rapunzel was ever betrothed to a prince at birth - that would explain the wedding never happening.
She brought the book out from its perch on the bookcase, and moved to sit in one of the armchairs in front of the fireplace. Her hands opened the book, going through each page, looking for the information she needed on the kingdom of Corona. "There it is!" she placed her finger on the heading and started to read.
"The Kingdom of Corona, led by King Frederic and Queen Arianna." She skipped over a few parts that described his conquests and what he did for his kingdom, then started reading when it came to their child.
"The Lost Princesses," she started. The book still hadn't been updated, it seemed. She'd have to get on the royal historian for that… but oh… he left after her parents deaths. But wait… The Lost Princesses, plural? She was always under the impression that there was one. She didn't think Rapunzel had a sister.
"The Lost Princesses were taken from the King and Queen shortly after their births. It is said that a disgruntled servant had taken them, but no one knows for certain. Nor if, to this day, if they still live. All the King and Queen can do is but to hope-"
She skipped down further.
"At birth, one of the Lost Princesses was promised to the son closest in age of the Southern Isles, cementing the relationship between Denmark and Corona."
"W-Wait what? The Southern Isles?" She closed the book, attempting to place it back on the shelf; but before she did, papers had fallen out.
"Let's see what we have here…" Elsa gripped the papers in her hand, reading over the first of them.
"Twin unnamed princesses, born to King Frederic and Queen Arianna of Corona -"
She skipped down the the bottom of the page where there was a portrait of The King, Queen, and two babies. One with shoulder length blonde hair, and the other with striking almost white hair and pale skin. This piqued her interest, needless to say.
She put that paper down and looked at the other. It was an adoption notice with the stamp of Corona. But why would there be an adoption paper in her parent's library?
"Adoption Notice… Sex: Female … Eyes: Blue … Hair: Light Blonde... Biological Parents…" It seemed that the King and Queen of Corona had signed this part.
"Adopted by: Queen… Iduna a-and King Agnarr of Arendelle," Elsa put her free hand over her mouth, eyes welling with tears as she scanned the rest of the paper. Was she the child in question? Was she adopted?
The last paper in her hands seemed to be the most damning of them all. It was another old letter with the Corona seal. With trembling lips, Elsa started to read the the letter.
"Dear sister,
It saddens Frederic and I to have received news that you can not conceive..."
Elsa paused. This wasn't looking good for her. She was beginning to think that her whole life was a lie. Despite feeling like her world was closing in on her, she kept reading.
"This is most terrible news for both you and your kingdom. As King and Queen, you know the fears of not having an heir to take the throne when you can no longer do so. And as two people wanting a family, the fear is greatly doubled. The King and I have spoken quite thoroughly about a solution that we believe would keep our kingdoms unified and provide you with an heir. With much consideration, dear sister, we have decided that our first born shall be yours."
Elsa dropped the paper in disgust. Her whole life was lie. Her parents were actually her… aunt and uncle? She felt horrified, sick to her stomach. How could a family do such a thing?
She couldn't believe it. The proof was there, but she still denied it. Elsa looked around the room, looking for anything that would tell her otherwise. Her eyes fell upon the desk near the window - surely that would contain more letters. She would find one, and it would clear up all this mess.
She rushed to the desk, like a madwoman on a mission. She grasped the gold handle of one of the drawers, yanking the drawer out so that it landed on the carpeted floor with a dull thud. There were some more letters and… a diary.
She grabbed the diary, opening the cover as gently as possible for it was quite old. On the first page was written, in neat script, "The Diary of Queen Iduna of Arendelle - 1817."
She turned to a page that might have been around her birth, unless her real birth were a lie. She flipped to December - the 22nd to be exact - but she could only find December 24th. She scanned the page, nothing. She briefly wondered what Rapunzel's birthday was.
"Aha," she remembered that it was May 12th. If she were Rapunzel's twin, then there should have to be an entry in May. She flipped to the closest May date she could find, May 23rd.
"We have sailed for days, but at last we made it to shore two days ago. I could not believe that my sister was having twins, and one of them would be ours. I was so excited. We had been escorted to the castle, and told to wait for my sister and her husband in the throne room. Our wait was not long, however, because there she was, with a bundle of joy in her arms. At that moment, I could think of nothing more than to hold her. Arianna brought her to me and gently placed the infant in my arms. She was such a sight to see… and so unusually quiet for a child."
"Very light blonde hair was so contrasting to my sister's original pallor, but then again, she wasn't as tan as she was when we were growing up in Arendelle. Arianna had asked me if I wished to see my niece, and of course I agreed, much to Agnarr's dismay. He had told me on the ship that we would just come for our child and then leave. Sometimes I regret marrying that man, but of course I had to be blinded by his title."
"After seeing the little one asleep in her crib, we had signed the necessary papers sealing them with the marks of Corona and Arendelle. I now held my daughter in my arms. We had an heir, finally. Arianna invited us to stay for a feast, however Agnarr disagreed and we made haste to the ship after saying our farewells. Once on the ship, he asked me what to name our daughter. I thought for a moment, and the perfect name came to mind. That of a woman I had met on the farm who had shown me kindness. Her name was Elsa."
"No," Elsa dropped the diary on the floor, clenching the carpet as she leaned over the letters and diary, sobbing through the night.
This was really supposed to be something else as I started writing it, but I came across a theory about Elsa being Rapunzel's twin. If you want to hear the details, here's the video watch?v=Lhf9dekzyq4
I made a few changes, but the theory is pretty much the same. And I gotta say, it is convincing. But, I don't know, maybe I just like conspiracy theories.
And sorry there's not a lot more Flynn/ Elsa, but there will be later on. I just wanted to give the back story before getting to the good stuff.
Yay! A deeper connection between Corona and Arendelle!
Oh, and the Disney Wiki states that the Southern Isles is in Denmark. The map of the Southern Isles somewhat - and that's a very tentative somewhat - looks like Zealand so I went with it.