A/N: I know I haven't updated in a while, and I apologize for that. School's been unrelenting. Anyway, this is my first crossover story, titled "Originals of Magic". I hope all of you enjoy this first chapter!

Elsa stood aside from the large crowd gathering around her. It was approximately three hours into the coronation ceremony, and she was not enjoying a single minute of it. After all, being around people after being shut inside your bedroom for thirteen years was not a pleasant feeling. However, Elsa tried to see the positive: she was beside her sister for the first time in forever, and she hadn't frozen anybody. The thought of her powers didn't fare well, though. It brought back memories.

Catch me! Anna shouted with joy as she jumped up on a pile of snow instantaneously conjured by Elsa.

Hang on! Elsa replied with relief.

Again! Anna shot back. She was traveling faster now, harder to keep up with.

Gotcha! Elsa caught her sister yet again. She knew, though, that Anna was traveling too fast now. It would not be long until she fell. Wait – slow down!

Elsa slipped backwards on her own ice.

ANNA! Elsa tried desperately to break her fall with a bolt of ice. It was a failed attempt, though; her ice had hit Anna square in the head.

Elsa was jarred back to reality as she heard a voice speak.

"Queen Elsa, your Majesty."

She turned around to see a man bowing before her. He was a kindly-mannered man, with kind facial features and a well-groomed beard and mustache.

"Oh, hello. How may I help you?" Elsa was a little afraid of the social contact. It seemed to do the trick: the man replied back.

"Oh, I do not require assistance. I took a break from dancing – it's a little unnerving, to be frank – and wished to make your acquaintance. Oh, forgive me! My name is Finn, Queen Elsa. Finn Mikaelson."

"I see. From which kingdom do you hail?"

"I do not come from a kingdom. I hail from the United States of America. I was quite intrigued when I heard of a young Princess about to be crowned the Queen on this day," Finn continued, "and I needed a break from my family. So, I am here."

"Word spread out that far?"

"My family are well-connected folk. My mother is, if you will, a very powerful figure." She was, indeed. Esther was, without a doubt, the most powerful of the Original Family. Finn decided to cut off the conversation at this point: "I'm afraid I must be going now, Your Majesty. Pleased to make your acquaintance."

"Likewise, Mr. Mikaelson." Elsa was, to say the least, very intrigued by this curious Finn character. His mannerisms, his posture, his tone . . . something about his character was VERY off to Elsa. She just had to figure out what.

Elsa pondered her situation for a good five minutes. Who was this Finn person? She knew his name, which was a start, but she wanted to know more. Then she slapped herself in the face. Elsa, she thought, what are you doing? You can't even control your powers; what would he say? But the way he spoke . . . it was as if he knew something. She had much to find out about Finn and his family if she were to trust this mystery to be in her kingdom. She was so wrapped up in this that, in fact, she hadn't noticed the two foreign dignitaries speaking with her for the last five minutes.

"Ooh, there she is! Elsa!" Elsa heard her sister's voice. It snapped her back to reality - even more so when she noticed the man at her arm. He was tall and broad, with auburn hair and well-kept sideburns. He looked kind enough, but what was he doing with Anna?

"We would like - " Anna was cut off by a bout of laughter.

"We are asking - " The same happened to Hans.

"The blessing of - " Anna continued what she had begun saying, " - our marriage!"

This was unexpected. Marriage? She only just met him today! This is insanity! Elsa had begun going into a minor rage at this point.

"Marriage?"

"YES!" Anna squealed with an inhuman frequency.

"I'm sorry, I'm confused," Elsa said with a smirk. Maybe this is all a big joke.

"We'll need a few days to plan the ceremony, of course! We need to work out the decorations and a menu - of course, we'll have soup, roast, and ice cream, and - wait, will we live here?!" Anna asked Hans.

"Here?" Elsa replied, shocked.

"Absolutely!" Hans said, with an endearing smile.

"Ohh, we could invite all twelve of your brothers to stay with us! Of course, we have the room, but - "

"Wait, wait, wait, slow down." Elsa cut her off with emphasis as she finally stopped rambling. "Nobody's brothers are staying here; nobody is getting married."

" - what?" Anna asked, dejectedly.

"May I talk to you, please? Alone?"

Anna gazed into her sister's eyes and saw pleading. Desperation. Was it possible? Would Elsa finally let her in? It's time, thought Elsa.

"All right. Alone. Hans, wait here."

FIVE MINUTES LATER

" - I see." Anna didn't know what to think. Ice powers?! So much more makes sense now, she thought.

"Anna, I - "

"Elsa, you don't have to say anything. It doesn't matter. I'm your sister; I love you. I'm glad you told me. You have no idea how long I spent wondering if the reason why you shut me out was because you hated me."

She - she thought I hated her? "Oh, Anna, no - "

"Elsa, you just made my world. I know now that you don't hate me and never did. We'll figure this out - together. Like sisters. After all, that's why you told me, right? Because you know that you can always count on me to be there. To love and cherish my beautiful sister until the very end."

A real smile begun to form on Elsa's face - wait, was this happiness? "Okay. Together."

Finn was walking along a stone road in the kingdom. He'd walked about two-hundred yards from the castle before he'd heard something rustle in the castle garden's bushes.

"Finn," a masked man was standing just a few feet away.

"What is your progress?" Finn asked.

"Bleak. I've made some progress in terms of gaining status within the castle, but it's bleak nonetheless. Why are you doing this?"

"I told you. The Queen is a problem that must be cleansed. And cleansed, she will be."

The man smiled underneath his mask. He was beginning to like this Finn character. If there was anything he'd always appreciated, it was bluntness. To him, there was nothing better than a straight-to-the-point type of guy. "Very well. I can feel that we will work very well together, Mr. Mikaelson."

I hope you guys liked this first chapter. This story will be much longer than Sweet Nothings. The Originals of Magic has much more development in terms of plot, as well as more characters in stock. Rates and reviews are much appreciated!