Chapter 1:

"A Marriage Interrupted, or Fate intervenes?"

Lord Cutler Beckett, Dead Mans Chest.

Elsa was awe struck, and completely lost for words. Anna, her darling baby sister, was a vision of heavenly beauty, adorned in their mothers wedding gown. Anna beamed as she gazed at her reflection in the mirror, while her maidens applied the finishing touches to her bridal ensemble. Elsa noticed Gerda, the head maid, take out a handkerchief and wipe away some tears. Elsa was hardly surprised, since Gerda practically raised Anna after their parents' death.

After Gerda and the maids left the room, a wave of guilt washed over Elsa. She should have been there, she should have supported her, all those years of silence and isolation. Now here they were, on her sisters big day, all that time lost, and it felt like she was losing her again, this time to Kristoff. Elsa closed her eyes and hung her head, guilt and remorse weighing her down.

Anna noticed a change in temperature, and looked over to her elder sister, seeing ice begin to crawl along the rug from under Elsa's dress, the same she wore at her coronation. Anna threw her sister an apologetic smile before walking over to her and taking her exposed hands. "Hey, what's wrong?" Elsa looked up into her sisters eyes, barely speaking above a whisper "It's just, all those years I spurned you away and left you alone. I caused you so much pain. Because of me, you nearly froze to death and yet somehow, you still love me, and we rebuilt our relationship. But here we are on your wedding day, and it feels like I'm losing you all over again. I know I'm being selfish, but-"

Elsa was cut off by a suffocating embrace from Anna. "Elsa, you're not selfish. I'll always be there for you, no matter what. Kristoff will be my husband, but you're my sister, we share blood. I love you, and I'll never stop loving you." Elsa smiled into her sisters shoulder and returned the hug. Their moment was interrupted by a knock on the door from Kai, the chief steward. "Pardon me Your Majesties, but it's time."

Kristoff stood at the altar, gazing out at the chapel congregation. Most of the guests were the dignitaries that attended Elsas coronation, while some were relatives of the sisters, like the Princess of Corona. Kristoff couldn't remember her name, but he know it was something weird. She was the one with the hair, he thought, which didn't really narrow it down. He'd met so many royals over the last number of days, they all started to look the same. However, the Princess' husband ("Was it Flynn or Eugene. Or was it both," Kristoff mused) did know how to through a bachelor party.

Kristoff looked to his left to see his best "men", Sven and Olaf, both looking their best. Olaf even wore a cravat. "Nervous, my son?" Kristoff turned to see Bishop Crilly wearing a kind smile. "That obvious, huh." was the best Kristoff could say in response. "This is not my first wedding, young man" the Bishop chuckled, before reaching up his sleeve and pulling out a flask. "Take this, Master Bjorgman. 'Tis a potion that grants its user unlimited courage" he whispered. Kristoff took the flask and opened it, before putting the cap to his lips and taking a large swig of the potion. The taste burned his mouth, and caused his face to sour. Kristoff stared at Bishop Crilly "What kind of courage potion is this?!" The Bishop answered nonchalantly. "Irish whiskey."

Kristoffs mouth made an "oh" sound, before taking a smaller drink. Soon after he returned the flask to the Bishop, the choir began the wedding march. Kristoff turned as the congregation stood, only to see his bride, who looked like an angel had fallen from the heavens. She was being walked up by her sister, who looked like she was brimming with pride and, Kristoff thought, just a hint of sadness. The Royal Guard, led by Captain Haugren, filed in behind them. Soon, the procession arrived at the altar, where Anna and Elsa hugged briefly, before Elsa turned to Kristoff, embracing him just as she had done Anna. Elsa stood on her toes and whispered into his ear "Take care of my sister." Kristoff looked over at his bride to be. "Always." Elsa stood down from the altar and took her place among the guests, allowing the ceremony to begin.

After what felt like an eternity, it was finally time for the vows. Bishop Crilly turned to Kristoff first. "Kristoff Bjorgman, Royal Ice Master of Arendelle, do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to love and to cherish, in sickness and health, till death do you part?" Kristoff looked deep into Anna's blue eyes. "I do." Anna grinned like a Cheshire cat, and supressed a giggle. The Bishop then turned to Anna. "Anna Agdarsdotter, Princess of Arendelle, do you take this man as your lawfully wedded husband, to love and to cherish, in sickness and health, till-"

The Bishop was interrupted by the opening of the chapel doors, followed by the marching of a Palace Guard. The guard went to Captain Haugren, and whispered something in his ear. Haugren gave the guard a look of incredulity, before bending down to the sitting Queen, and whispered to her "Your Majesty, there are a number of war frigates after docking in the harbour. Their leader and his second in command are in the castle. He wants to speak with you." Elsa nodded her head, rose from her seat and left the chapel, leaving everyone in stunned silence. The Bishop coughed, and broke the silence. "Shall I continue?" Kristoff and Anna both turned to the Bishop, stunned. "Um, I'll take that as a no, then."

Elsa entered her throne room, flanked by Captain Haugren and her Royal Guard. She saw the two men instantly, both with their backs turned to her. One was distinctly larger tham the other, and wore a deep burgundy cape with a collar, while his copper coloured hair was slicked back. The smaller man wore a black military tunic and had auburn hair. Elsa cleared her throat before speaking "Gentlemen, if you're here to declare war, you picked the WRONG day." On hearing her voice both men turned, but neither curtsied. The larger man was actually quite handsome; a square jaw, distinctive cheek bones, a proportional nose and, Elsa noticed, a large scar on the left side of his face that ran from his forehead to the corner of his mouth. He wore a red tunic with gold embroidery under the burgundy cloak, with dark brown boots and matching leather gloves. He was easily bigger than Kristoff. The other man wore a black military tunic, with gold buttons on his chest and red embroidery. His face was- Elsa stopped dead in her tracks.

"You." Elsa blanked.

"Me." Prince Hans Westergaard of the Southern Isles responded.

The larger man intervened. "Queen Elsa, my name is Baron Kruger Von Helsgrad of the kingdom of Eldurfjord. I am here on behalf of the Nordic Alliance of Nations, of which Arendelle is a member, if you recall." Elsa nodded. She was aware of the Alliance. It was established during her fathers reign, and included many countries from the region, like Arendelle, Weselton and the Southern Isles.

Baron Kruger smiled. "Good. Then it is my duty to deliver you this information, your Majesty". He took a scroll out from behind his back, unfurled it, and started reading.

"Due to the significant amount of supporting evidence, and the testimony of one Duke Willhelm of Weselton, it is hereby decreed that Elsa Agdarsdotter, Queen of Arendelle is a danger not only to the Nordic Alliance of Nations, but to her own nation of Arendelle as well. Therefore, she is ordered to relinquish her crown and surrender all other titles and lands, or face open war."

Authors Notes: OK, so this is basically a page 1 rewrite. I'm way happier with it now. Let me know what you guys think though.