"Elsa, will you marry me?" Elsa gazed down in awe at the silver ring with blue topaz stones encircling a sapphire. Her potential fiancee had one knee on the stone floor of the Queen's sitting room, holding up the ring and watching her face closely. Hopefully. Around them stood at least half a dozen plush, light blue couches and armchairs. The windows allowed in the Fall sun, letting it shine on the two. They were surrounded by tapestries depicting beautiful winter scenes and the royal family.
Elsa stood there with her hand on her chest, at a loss for words. They remained like this, still as statues, for several minutes.
"Oh, Pierre," she breathed. The fourth son of the King of France let out a breath as she spoke. "You can't...Do you really mean this?"
"Of course," Pierre said, his brown eyes dancing. "I want you, Elsa. All of you. From your hair to your toes. Your love and your family, even your powers. We'll make a great husband and wife."
Elsa let out a breath. She did very much like Pierre. She liked him the moment he stepped off the ship and fell into the lake six months ago. He had stayed since, enjoying himself far too much to go home. But did she love him? The way Anna and Kristoff loved each other? Then she remembered, she was a Queen. Love was not an option. Arendelle needed this alliance with the French to protect them from Russia's invading forces. The fact that she enjoyed Pierre's company was just a plus.
"Yes," she said with a smile. "I will." Pierre beamed and stood, reaching out the place the ring on her finger.
"We'll have a lovely winter wedding," Pierre announced. "Right here in Arendelle. The entire French court will come." On and on he went about his plans for their wedding while Elsa chuckled at him.
Outside the window that was beginning to frost, the Guardian of Fun watched the scene, hsi heart breaking.
"Aunt Elsa!" Little Birgitta cheered and ran up to the Queen excitedly, hugging her around the knees. Elsa chuckled and hugged the girl back, picking her up in her arms.
"Hello, Birgitta," she said.
"Hi, Aunt Elsa," Gustav said shyly, sitting in his father's arms as he approached her, Anna holding baby Inge by his side.
"Hello, Gustav," Elsa said, brushing the boy's hair out of his eyes. Kristoff sat on one of the couches in the sitting room, this one belonging to him an Anna. It looked just like Elsa's, but in green instead of blue. He rested Gustav on his lap.
"Elsa!" Anna said excitedly, jumping up and down slightly. "You're getting married!"
The older sister chuckled again. "Yes, I am."
"This is so exciting! We'll have so much food and the castle will be full of people! Dancing and feasting and talking and meeting people!"
Elsa grinned. "I know, Anna. It's very exciting."
"Where's Pierre, now?" Kristoff asked. Gustav slipped off his father's lap and pulled Birgitta from Elsa's. Kristoff watched the two as they went to inspect the outside.
"He's gone back to France to announce the engagement."
"How long will they be?" Anna asked, bouncing the baby on her lap.
"Papa, can we go outside?" Gustav asked.
"No, son," Kristoff called. "It's going to be bedtime soon."
"A month or two," Elsa estimated how long Pierre's trip to and from Arendelle would take. "He said the French court is rather large."
"A month or two!? That's far too long!" Inge whined and Anna let the baby on the ground so she could join her brother and sister playing peek-a-boo with the tapestry depicting Kristoff working with ice.
Elsa chuckled. "Well that gives us plenty of time to plan the wedding. He wants to wed as soon as everyone gets here."
"Do you?" Kristoff asked. The room went silent.
"Of course I do," Elsa said after a moment. "I said 'yes,' didn't I?"
"But do you love him?"
Elsa sighed. "Yes," she said. How could she explain to these two lovebirds the responsibility on her shoulders? Especially without mentioning how Anna's marriage to Kristoff, a-well, let's be honest-peasant, made things that much harder for her? True, there were their children, but she wouldn't ask Anna to have her children marry for politics instead of love. No, that should be her own children. When she had them. With Pierre.
They contined chatting, the children playing at their feet, until the sun began to set.
"Bedtime, children," Anna announced when the light in the room was glowing orange. The children whined, but minded their mother. Kristoff took Birgitta in his arms as Anna took Inge in hers. Elsa kissed each family member good-bye and walked out of her sister's apartments.
She made her way slowly to her own apartments, enjoying the chill of an autumn evening against stone walls. She passed no one but servants, too busy bustling about to say anything more than "Your Majesty" and give a small bow or curtsy before going along again.
Finally, Elsa made it back to her apartments. She walked through her recieving room, past the couches in her sitting room, into her bedroom. It was minimally decorated. Soft blue curtains surrounded her large bed, which was dressed with the same shade of blue dyed on to the sheets. No tapestries, few candles. She was used to the dark, and felt darkness belonged in a bedroom.
She gazed over at her bed, dressed down and ready for her. But she decided she wasn't tired yet. She brought a large, fat candle over to her desk and began work on her speech to announce her engagement to the people of Arendelle. She worked well into the night. When she was done, the candle was close to dousing its own self. But she blew it out just before it could, and gazed out at the window. In the moonlight, she watched the frost of the oncoming winter bloom on the glass of the windows.
Then she blinked.
No, she was just tired.
But she could have sworn...
She shook her head. She was far too tired. There was no way the frost was forming a snowman just like Olaf. She stood up and changed into her nightgown and cap. Before going to bed, she looked back over at the window that had the frost that looked like Olaf. There was was, the image of Olaf, very distinct against the glass. She blinked. No.
Then something more incredible happened. The frost came off of the window. It floated gently toward her, the image of Olaf coming apart until the frost was now long tendrils reaching toward her. She took a step back, tripping against the bed and falling on her bum on the mattress. The frost tendrils stopped, and began to form another image. A heart with a rose at its base. She tilted her head at it, and there it stayed. Finally, it the frost dispersed, and Elsa was left feeling like she was going crazy. With a shake of her head, she laid down and crawled under the bedsheets. In the morning, she would have to announce her engagement to her good friend, Pierre.
I failed to research before writing this because I was just SO EXCITED to get it up. So please feel free to correct anything I get wrong at any time. Nicely, of course. This is my first crossover, so I'm not sure if I should go into Jack's perspective or not? What do you think? BTW, I will not continue if I don't get reviews. So review, please XP. Take care!
