This is my first Frozen story, the idea had been bugging me. There will be many video game references throughout the story because I'm a nerd... Anyway I hope you enjoy!

I don't own Frozen

The first thing he realized was the throbbing pain in his head. His eyes adjusted and he took in his surroundings. He heard laughter and music in the distance and followed the sounds. Many people were gathered in what appeared to be the center of town. He received confused looks from the people and he looked down at his attire. He was sporting a battered t-shirt and jeans, accompanied by black sneakers. Everyone else was wearing very outdated clothing.

"Must be a reenactment." He mumbled, making his way through the crowd who had turned their attention to the entrance of a marvelous castle. This is starting to look familiar…

"All hail the Queen!"

"You've got to be kidding me." Realization hits him as soon he sees the queen. He's still trying to make since of this when he feels something nudge his shoulder.

"You got a problem mister?"

"Dude, calm yourself." The man drew back his arm but before he could reach Matt jumped out of the way. Everyone's attention had turned to him once again, including the queen. The man was ready to attack again when the queen herself stopped him and guards swarmed the area.

" Are you okay?" She asked handing the man over to her guards.

"Yes, sort of. Actually, no, I'm not okay. This is all really fucked up. I shouldn't even be here. I must be dreaming." Matt began pacing the ground, ignoring the gasps at his foul language. Somehow he has been sent to the fictional kingdom of Arendelle, which shouldn't even be possible. The throbbing in his head increased and he feels himself beginning to black out. He quickly falls to the ground.

"Oh good, you're awake." He turns his head to see Elsa sitting next to him.

"This is ridiculous…" Rubbing his head, he tries to get out of bed but Elsa pushes him back down.

"You need to rest." He wasn't that tired, and he still needed to figure out how to get home.

"Listen, I appreciate whatever you did for me, but I really need to leave. Like, right now, so if you'll excuse me." Matt got up despite her protests and started looking for his shoes.

"You could at least tell me your name." Elsa crossed her arms as she watched him search.

"Matt. Now would kindly tell me where my damn shoes are?" She points to the corner of the room and stifles a giggle.

"I'm so glad you find this amusing." He snarls. He reaches for the door when he feels tugging at his sleeve.

"Do you even know where you're going?" He ponders the question for a bit, trying to rack his brain for anything helpful. He slouches and shuts the door in defeat.

"I'm completely lost." Elsa gives him a sympathetic look and motions for him to sit down on bed.

"You're attire is very, unusual." She said as she eyed his jeans. He looked down at his tattered pants and sighed. He grabbed his baseball cap off the night table and put it on.

"Looks like I'm stuck in the damned place, for awhile at least. Might as well take a look around." Elsa gives him a small smile as she leads him to the kitchen.

"This is so different from the movie." Matt had seen every inch of the castle and was impressed at how enormous it was in real life, or dream. Whatever this was. They had stopped at the training grounds, watching the guards practice.

"Wow, they're awful! You haven't went to war lately, have you?" Elsa smacks his arm and shakes her head.

"I agree they aren't the best…" Matt laughs and walks toward the men. He had played many videogames and could probably beat anyone of these men.

"Matt, what are you doing?" She yelled, but Matt already had a sword in his hand.

"No offense, but you guys blow." The men started yelling insults at him and raised their swords. Matt laughed obnoxiously at the sight and stood in the middle of them.

"Let's say you're the only hope for man kind and you have to defeat a certain demon king and save the princess, or in this case the queen." He motions towards Elsa and wiggles his eyebrows. Some of the men laughed while others scoffed as Matt continued his speech. "Now, let's pretend I'm the ever so evil demon king, and you," he pointed his sword to a young looking man and gestured him to come forward. "You will be our valiant hero. What's your name dude?"

"Oliver, sir." He unsheathed his sword and prepared to attack. "Remember Oliver, the world is at stake, so don't fuck this up." Matt raised his sword and the man copied his movement. This was very different than holding a Wii remote and swinging in every direction. There wasn't even a safety strap. He gulped nervously; hoping his many hours of Zelda would come in handy, and waited for the man to attack first. His opponent jabbed at his heart and Matt quickly jumped out of the way. Oliver saw his opportunity and thrusted his sword at Matt's side. Matt sidestepped as the tip of the sword grazed his side. "Shit." He breathed as pain soared up his side. The soldiers cheered and Oliver was too busy gloating; Matt saw his chance. With his back turned, Matt kicked Oliver's legs causing him to fall on his front. Kicking his sword, Matt stood over him and whispered "Game over, try again?" He offered a hand, which the man took. All of the men applauded causing Matt to blush.

"Where did you learn that?" One of them said.

"You should teach us!" Another shouted, other men nodding in agreement. Matt sheathed his sword when an older man of the bunch walked up to him. He was decorated with armor. His face had a deep scar right below his right eyebrow. He was tall and muscular looked fragile. He eyed Matt and unsheathed his sword, pointing it at Matt's heart.

"Fight me." His deep voice was intimidating. He held eye contact until Matt looked down. Ignoring the pain in his side he grabbed his sword and raised it, the older man copied. This was like a boss battle that Matt knew he would lose. Moments passed and neither of them had made a move. The man wasn't dumb, he had to be a high rank among the soldiers. Matt grew restless and thrusted his sword forward. His opponent smirked and Matt knew he screwed himself over. The man slashed Matt's sword out of his hands and hit his chest with the butt of his sword. Matt cursed and landed with a thud, clutching at his chest. The man stuck his weapon inches from Matt's head and walked away, his men applauding. Elsa rushed over to Matt and sent a servant for bandages.

"Are you alright?" Matt inspected his shirt, which was spotted in blood. The cut wasn't very deep but would probably require stitches. He was escorted to the castle with the help of Oliver and Elsa. A doctor was called and tended to Matt while Elsa left to attend a meeting. Oliver stayed by his side.

"You really took a beating out there." He said smugly. Matt glared at him and flinched while the doctor finished the stitching. "Please hold still."

"Yeah well, that was the first time I've used a real sword." Oliver raised his eyebrows.

"Lying is a sin, you know. You were pretty decent against me." Matt scoffed. "It's the truth. I'm just lucky I guess." He was lucky; he could've been killed. He grimaced at his newly stitched side and let out a sigh. The doctor told him to change the bandages every few hours and left, leaving the two men by themselves.

"You didn't have to stay with me. I'm a big boy." Oliver chuckled and went to the door. "But thanks." He nodded and left. Matt's stomach rumbled and he got up slowly and headed to the kitchen.

"No peanut butter?" Matt had been raiding the kitchen after his humiliating beat down. He finally found the bread and made a ham sandwich and began to wander around the castle. After minutes of roaming hallways he stumbled upon the library. Hoping there might be a book of how to get home he decided to take a look around. The room was huge; cases of books lined every wall. There was a chessboard and couch in one corner of the room, along with a desk and some stray papers. Matt traced his fingers along the dusty shelves, trying to find something that had legends or myths in the title.

"Oh my god." He mumbled when he saw Romeo and Juliet. Memories of freshmen year flooded his mind. His English teacher had forced him to read the thing, but all he remembered was the star-crossed lovers ended up dying along with other people, which made the book somewhat bearable.

"That's a great book." He jumped at the voice behind him. Anna was staring from the doorway.

"You think this is great?" Matt rose in front of his face. "People say it's a love story, but I beg to differ." He replaced the book on the dusty shelve and continued his search. "I think it's a tale of two stupid kids who want to get in each pants and end up killing people and themselves, but everyone's entitled to their own opinion." Anna gave him a confused look as he made his way to the door.

"Hey wait! My sister told me about you and your amazing swordsmanship and how she's going to appoint you as her Royal Guard." Anna said excitedly. Matt stopped walking and turned to face her.

"What?" This can't be happening. He wasn't suited to be a soldier, let a lone the queen's personal guard. He began pacing the floor; this was too much, like a bad acid trip. Matt stormed out of the room, leaving a shocked Anna behind. Racing up the stairs he finally reached his room. Slamming the door, he jumped on the bed and tried to make since of the crazy situation he was in. Reaching in his pocket he pulled out his cell phone, which was cracked after his sparring session. He threw it across the room and let out a frustrated groan. He lied in silence for a few minutes when he heard a knock.

"What?" A servant opened the door and present Matt with a set of clothes.

"The Queen insisted that you wear these to dinner."

"Yeah well maybe I don't wanna go to dinner." His stomach growled suggesting otherwise. The servant placed the clothes on the foot of the bed and left. Matt began stripping and put on a navy blue tunic, tan pants, and brown leather boots. He studied himself in the mirror. After attempting to flatten his hair he headed down to the dining hall. In the middle of the room sat a beautiful mahogany table with a seemingly endless supply of food. Elsa sat at the end of the table with Anna adjacent to her. Matt sat across from Anna and didn't take his eyes off the plate in front of him.

"So Matt, where are you from?" Elsa asked taken aback by his appetite. He had already eaten the contents of his plate and was getting seconds. Matt swallowed before answering.

"I come from the good land of U.S.A." The sisters looked puzzled at his answer causing Matt to laugh. "America. I'm from America. Under Canada, above South America." Elsa nodded but Anna still looked confused. Matt continued to scarf down his food while the women watched in awe. Elsa coughed nervously and told a servant to bring out dessert. A plate of chocolate was brought out and Matt's eyes lit up.

"I hope you're not too busy tomorrow night." Anna said as she stuffed her face, earning a disapproving look from her sister.

"Actually I planned on sleeping, probably all day. And eating, definitely eating." He finished off his drink and lounged back in his chair.

"Well I, we, were hoping you could join us at the ball." Elsa said, her face turning a light shade of red.

"A ball? Listen, I've been to many dances, and there are things I wish I could unsee." One night he witnessed four girls grinding on each other. Other boys had enjoyed the sight but it had ruined dances for Matt. He shuddered at the mental image. "I don't dance the same way you guys do. It's…complicated." Anna scoffed and opened her mouth to say something but yelped when Elsa kicked her under the table.

"We wouldn't expect you to dance." She glanced at Anna before continuing. "But it would be good for you to get to know everyone." Matt tapped his chin and stood up. "Okay fine, as long as there's food I'll be there." He might as well take advantage of this opportunity. He bid the sisters goodnight and went up to his room. He tore off the tunic and boots, changed his bandages and fell back on the bed waiting for sleep to take him.