And I'm back, if any of you follow me. This is a Frozen/PJO crossover. R&R, people. And I will respond to all reviews via PM. And BTW, this is a story I have motivation for, and I hope that is a good thing.
Percy was never the best delegate. Being a demigod does that to people. He prefers to be in the action dirtying his hands instead of sitting back and talking about what to do instead. So when Boreas told him, that Aeolus told him, that Zeus told him, that he was needed to go as a representative a random northern kingdom because apparently Khione felt something disturbing her domain there, it is easy to imagine Percy was not a happy Greek.
Of course there were some perks to be going on a "diplomatic" mission for the gods. For instance, he managed to convince Boreas and Khione to bless him because, as he put it, "If I'm going to investigate something with ice magic, at least give me the ability to do so myself." The benefits of being a necessity to the gods
But now, standing upon the prow of the Oceanus' Bane, one of Poseidon's favorite ships, and staring upon the beautiful kingdom of Arendelle, Percy wondered how something that disturbed Khione's sphere over snow and cold could end up in such a bright and spritely place.
The landing was easy, much thanks to Percy's powers and the experience of the crew on hand. After double checking that he was wearing the correct formal attire to be attending the coronation of the Queen, which was the cover story for while he was actually here. His green doublet and black petticoat were pressed and washed, and his black trousers fit to near perfection. Wrapped around his neck was a pendant which hid under doublet, and on the pendant was an engraved Mount Olympus. His hand also sported a signet ring of a trident, as well as the words "Freedom of the Sea" printed around the edge in Ancient Greek. The ring was truthfully his sword, Anaklusmos, but since it wouldn't be logical to hold a writing utensil in his coat pocket, he asked his father to transform the sword into a ring. As he stepped off the ship, he was greeted by a portly man saying, "Welcome to Arendelle! And who might you be my good sir?"
Percy inclined his head respectfully to the man, before replying, "I am Lord Perseus, representative from Greece." He hated having to say "Lord," just about as much as having to say "Perseus." It made him sound uptight and arrogant in his opinion.
"Welcome milord," the man returned, with upmost respect, "You will find the castle very easily, just follow the crowd, and introduce yourself at the gates so the guards let you in! The coronation will be held in the chapel in approximately two hours. Farewell my good man!" Percy returned to farewell and set out to find the castle.
The city of Arendelle was truly a marvel, built on a fjord that was surrounded my many, likely treacherous, mountains and glaciers. The city was abuzz with people and life, animals following their owners about, various horses and animals pulled carts around the market, and Percy swore he saw a man and a reindeer share a carrot. But what Percy found most spectacular was smell: fresh bread, herbs, and chocolate all shed their delectable scent into the air, making the intoxicating air almost too good to breathe.
The congregation of people around the castle was ginormous. People from all classes of society gathered around the gates in hope to witness the princess and soon to be queen. Percy maneuvered his way through the crowd, finally reaching the gate before showing the introducing himself to the guard and showing his invitation.
Percy's first thought when he entered the courtyard of the castle was, it's a lot bigger up close. The castle looked like a really tall building from afar, but up close, Percy had to crane his neck to see even the shortest of spires. All the spires seemed to be elegant, yet still held the necessary boldness and strength to support that this was a defendable castle. As Percy stepped into the middle of the courtyard, a guard quickly approached him. Percy could tell by the guards build that she was a female, and was confirmed when the guard spoke and asked him, "Do you wish for me to escort you to the royal cathedral?"
Percy assessed the guard quickly, noticing the shield strapped on her arm, as well as the sword at her hip. "I would appreciate it greatly if you escorted me Ser…" he left his sentence hanging, hoping to get the woman's name.
"Katelyn, milord. Kate if you must, and there is no need to call me ser." She replied calmly, "I am not captain of the guard, merely another regular assigned to the coronation."
"Very well Kate, I am Perseus, or Percy if you must." He smiled slightly, happy that maybe somebody would refer to him as Percy instead of the dreadfully formal name, Perseus. "Shall we proceed?" Percy followed the regular through a small portion of the castle, namely the grand entrance which held several impressive pictures, fine marble columns, and multiple guards, all rigid in posture with their shields emblemized with the royal crest of Arendelle held close and spears straight. Not a flaw was seen on their armor nor were their sword belts crooked. So these are the Royal Guard? Impressive.
"So Kate," Percy began, "why does a regular as herself end up guarding the coronation?" He was honestly curious as to why an infantry woman was doing royal guard duty.
Kate didn't miss a beat, "Quite simple really, the gates have been shut for some time now and many of the guard and staff were cut, so now when coronation time came, they needed to be absolutely sure that nothing were to happen to either of the princesses." Kate stopped outside of a large door. "This is the cathedral; the coronation should start in a few minutes. Farewell Percy, I hope we may see each other again before we leave."
"I hope we may be fortunate enough to meet again as well," Percy responded, genuinely happy he met someone kind here, "Thank you Kate, and farewell." He opened the door and quickly found a seat. He scanned the room, noticing a few guards around the windows, as well as two by the door he just entered through. A priest stood at the front of the cathedral, holding a scepter and some gold ornament that Percy didn't recognize.
As Kate said, it only took a few minutes for the choir to begin and Princess Elsa entered, head held high. At first Percy was stunned, the princess, only the age of eighteen, held herself similar to that of the most experienced queen's Percy had ever met. Her platinum blonde was tied regally back behind her head, and her blue eyes, as clear as ice set after the first winter storm. She's gorgeous, was the second thing on Percy's mind, his third? Shut it brain.
When the queen finally arrived at the priest and alter, he presented her with the scepter and odd ornament. The queen began to reach for the items, when the priest whispered for her to take her gloves off. Elsa complied, but when she reached for the items again, her hands were shaking profusely. She's afraid of something, Percy thought, but what exactly strikes fear in her so? When the princess took hold of the items and turned around staring above the crowd, Percy noticed the fear that almost radiated from her crystalline eyes. "All hail Queen Elsa!" Percy was startled by the priest's loud proclamation, almost forgetting to stand up and applaud. The queen turned around quickly and placed the items down and swiftly pulling her gloves on, now beginning to calm down.
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After the coronation, we were all escorted to the ballroom, which consisted of more pillars connected to intricate arches on the ceiling. Once we were all situated in the room, the herald announced the entrance of the Queen first, and then announcing the entrance of Princess Anna, who seemed to be an energetic bundle of joy, yet seemed to be at a loss when it came to being near Elsa. While this amused Percy to no end, he also found it slightly disturbing as he tried to figure what could create a gap between them.
As all the representatives moved forwards, Percy followed suit, behind a short man, whose balding scalp showed under his bouncing wig. When the short man arrived in front of the royal sisters, the herald introduced him as the "Duke of Weaseltown." Percy tried and nearly failed to hide his laughter, such the same as Elsa and Anna. The Duke offered to dance with Elsa, who quickly refused and practically threw Anna under the cart by offering her up instead.
Now, it was Percy's turn to greet the queen. When he stepped forwards and bowed the herald introduced him, "Lord Perseus of Greece, my queen."
Perseus rose, and greeted the queen officially for the first time, "Queen Elsa, the honor of meeting with you on behalf of Greece is mine."