Elsa

"Excuse me, I don't believe we have had the pleasure of being introduced."

I looked up to see a man with black hair standing next to my chair. "I believe you're correct."

"I am Loki of Asgard, and you are?"

I almost laughed. Did he really not know who I was? "I am Queen Elsa of Arendelle."

His eyes widened slightly, leading me to concur he truly hadn't know who I was. "I didn't know that the Queen of this beautiful country would be so young."

"I'm twenty-three," I told him.

"And naive in the ways of the world."

I raised an eyebrow. "Pray tell, Loki, how would you propose that I become wise?"

His eyes sparkled as if I'd just given him a grand challenge. "Spend an evening in my company and I can assure you you'll become quite...cultured."

I laughed, tilting my head back. "I'm afraid I can't compromise my image."

"Who said anything about compromising images? All I want is to spend an evening having educated discussions with a beautiful woman."

I felt myself blush at his comment. To have a stranger say these things to me was strange; I didn't get compliments like this by my own countrymen!

"What do you say?" he asked me, leaning forward slightly. In doing this, I was able to find that he smelled like ocean water.

"I…" I looked around. No one would miss me, considering this was a party that Anna had decided to throw honor of her first wedding anniversary with Kristoff. "I would love to."

He grinned and offered his hand to help me up. "I have to say, you look stunning in your gown."

I held back my nervous, high pitched, laughter and forced a smile. "Thank you. You look quite handsome yourself."

"I appreciate the compliment, Your Highness. Though I have to say it's an outfit that's been through quite a lot with me."

I tried to not stare at the leather that clung to his skin. While it did look rather worn on the second glance, if you didn't pay too much mind to it, it was magnificent. It just had to have been hand made just for him; not that I was complaining or anything.

"Your stare is much appreciated," he said with a smile; I blushed and looked away from him. One man pays me mind and I'd be such a bumbling idiot if I was supposed to talk.

I took a deep breath. I'm a Queen. I've have to be composed. Not… not whatever all of this is that I'm feeling.

We walked out into the gardens. The warm early fall air carried sweet flora smells and it created peaceful exterior environment.

"So where is Asgard?" I asked the tall man.

He took a moment to respond. "It's far away."

"Why did you come here?" I asked, my interest piqued. I knew that I should tread carefully though, given the tone of his voice.

"I'm a nomad," he said simply.

I noticed his concise sentences but she decided to say nothing about it. "I hope you enjoy your stay in Arendelle."

He looked around. "It's a very beautiful place, you're doing an excellent job, my lady."

"Trust me when I say it started off incredibly rocky," I told him.

"Really now?"

"I froze the entire country in the middle of summer right after my coronation," I told him. "I'm surprised you didn't hear about, even if Asgard is far away."

"My apologies if my lack of knowledge is appalling."

"No, it's fine. I suppose no one can be an omniscient being," I said lightly.

He smirked. "I suppose. If that's what you believe I… feel obligated to agree with you."

"Don't. Every man to his own opinion," I responded as I couldn't help notice the way his eyes seemed to shine in the moon light.

I took a deep breath, realizing how my inner thoughts sounded like…

Anna when she met Hans.

I took a step away from Loki, who raised his eyebrows. "Have I done something to offend you, my Queen?" he asked.

"My sister did not start out having the best of luck with suitors." At his confused expression, I added, "He tried to take over our kingdom by letting her die and then trying to have me imprisoned and then possibly executed."

"That is...greatly troubling. Is that why you have not taken any suitors, my queen?"

I crossed my arms. "I have not taken any suitors because none have appealed to me."

He stepped close to me again, lifting my chin up with his right hand. My arms slowly relaxed as I kept my eyes on him.

"And why haven't they appealed to you?" he asked.

"They're not intelligent enough, and usually not funny. Attractiveness barely matters, but I do have a preference for green eyes," I explained to him, not able to stop talking for some reason.

"Green eyes?" he repeated, his own lighting up with amusement.

"Yes," I said softly.

He leaned in even closer, his breath ghosting my skin.

"I'm sure you're very aware I have green eyes," he said teasingly, yet his voice was low.

I held my breath for a moment, waiting for him to do something. He closed the gap between us, his lips pressing against mine. My first kiss…. from a stranger, no less. I'm no better than Anna, and I'll be lucky if it doesn't turn out as bad as that.

He pulled back, stepping away. "I'm sorry, my queen. If I have offended you, I deeply apologize once more."

"No, no you haven't," I stammered.

"Your surprised face says otherwise," he told me, and I'm sure my blush returned even worse than before. He sighed before speaking again. "I'm afraid I'm letting my… rogue side show."

I took a step away from him again. "I'm afraid that I really can't be around you then," I told him as I walked away, trying to get away as fast as I could.

"Elsa, wait!"

I can't.

Once I was back into the ballroom, I prayed I could blend into the melting pots of skirts and suits, commoners and royals, the workers and the players.

Anything to get away from Loki.

My heart was hammering in my chest so much that it was painful. What had I been thinking, walking away with him in the first place? What was so special about him that I threw decorum over my shoulder and did that. I am a queen and I left with some random man!

"Are you alright?" My sister asked me as she came up, Kristoff in tow. "You look like you've seen a ghost!"

"I'm fine," I told her, trying my best to smile but I was sure it looked terrible. "How are you two?"

"Grand! Simply grand," Anna said with a smile, one of her arms linked with Kristoff's.

"Excellent," I said with a smile. Out of the corner of my eye, I could've sworn I saw leather. "I think I see one of my friends. I bid you adieu until later, yes?"

"Are you sure you're alright?"

I nodded before walking away.

I felt like I couldn't stay in one place or Loki would find me. I couldn't imagine him being angry with me, but I could imagine being uncomfortable. He had, after all, kissed me. Honestly, did he think he could do whatever he wanted? This was my country!

I bumped into something hard and muscular. I already knew it couldn't be Loki because whoever it was didn't smell like him, however it was familiar.

I slowly looked up, already backing away. "Hans?" I said in a small voice. How did he get here? Why was he here? And who let him in?

As soon as the name fell from my lips, he turned and looked at me, smiling. "Queen Elsa. I've been looking for you."


Author's Note : You know those writers who totally get a character's personality down? I'm totally not one of those writers. Anywho, I hoped y'all liked the first chapter (and that it's living up to your expectations if you have any, which obviously you don't have to have). Just some quick background information, this is about two years after Frozen and very shortly after Thor: The Dark World. I am also gonna post every other day because if you've been waiting for this story I've tortured you long enough :P

Hope y'all are having a fantastic day and please review! :)

~HolleringHawk65