Disclaimer: This is a silly cross-shiping FanFiction a friend and I came up with to explain our Dracula/Gabriel X Elsa Ship. Thanks go to the wonderful Eskarina =]

Chapter 1 – Welcoming committee

The Dragon, Dracul, the Prince of Darkness and Master of Wallachia, Dracula, was walking the mighty steps from his throne room to the courtyard where his guests would be arriving soon. His metal boots clicked on the stone steps like the chimes of a death bell. His scarlet demi-cloak flapped like mighty wings as he glided past his servants, thralls and minions who all cowered and bowed at his presence. Save the Chupacabra who swept the floor for his passing and the gorgon sisters who disappeared to the kitchens.

So sure footed was the Princes steps that he didn't notice that the courtyard was covered in a sheet of ice. As his foot met the ice he went skidding across the ice only to fall on his rump. Growling he flung his long black hair back, dug his claws into the ground and hauled himself back to his feet. Smiling in success he then realised that he was stuck and couldn't move without slipping.

'What brotherhood sorcery is this?' he muttered looking around. There was a skidding noise at his feet and the sheen of metal, jumping high in the air and throwing his cloak out like wings the Prince looked down and saw two razor sharp blades…attached to shoes?

'It's sorcery but not Brotherhood dear Prince.' Looking toward the voice he saw, skating across the ice on powder blue skates and wearing a flowing white and blue gown, was Snow Queen Elsa of Arrendelle. 'Now would you come down from there and join me?'

This Prince was shocked at first but then brought his cloak in and landed before the queen.

'I was not expecting you so early,' the prince replied, seeing the young fair haired maiden pirouette on the ice as easily as breathing.

'Does anyone ever expect the snow? Now put them on, oh Prince of Darkness, and join me!' Kneeling down Dracula picked up the skates onto to realise that they were two sizes too small. Smiling he leaned back and sat on the cold ground.

'Let me show you how we do things here in Transylvania, your highness,' in one vicious movement Dracula bit into his wrist until his lifeblood flowed freely. Then, dripping the blood over his boots long steel blades formed, gnarled and twisted with a vicious blood red tint, they were the skates of the Dragon!

'That seems like such a waste, don't you need that blood to live?' Elsa chided as Dracula rose to his feet.

'I can always get more, now are we here to talk blood or to enjoy the chilly mountain air you have brought with you?' Dracula asked as he began gliding across the ice as easily as he swept across a battlefield.

'Oh does it bother you my lord?' Elsa tittered as she skated circles around the prince who appeared content in simply skating in one long circle around the frozen courtyard.

'No I must say the cold never did bother me, even before my heart stopped beating,' he replied simply. As if to point this out he flicked back his wrist, producing the long frozen blade of the Void Sword from thin air. Flicking the blade in lazy arcs he fired several void projections at the palace battlements creating a ramp. Dissipating the sword he began skating as fast as he could at the ramp.

Likewise Elsa began forming her hands, summoning the winds and snow to her as she created a controlled blizzard above where the Prince would rise into the air. Squinting his eyes the Prince flew into the blizzard…but didn't come out.

'Dracul? Where are you Prince?' Elsa called looking at the small storm. She thought she could make out shapes within but couldn't be sure so she dissipated the snow revealing nothing but a bloody streak on the wall where the blades of the Prince's skates were imbedded in the stone with Dracula's demi cloak hanging off them like a coat hook.

'Gabriel, this isn't funny!' Elsa cried, melting the ice around her.

'That's not my name, your highness,' a pair of toned pale arms wrapped around the queens arms and chest as she was pulled into the Princes embrace. Drawing his mouth back, his canines elongated. Elsa struggled, attempting to blast him away with ice but he had already crushed a negation stone and his grip was too tight. Dracula lowered his head quickly, fangs aimed at the Queens throat and…stopped a hairs breadth from Queen Elsa's neck, his breath warm against her cold skin.

'It would be so easy to pierce your throat with my fangs…to drink of your blood until there is nothing left…and then…' he whispered into her ear, slowly and calmly as his breath froze the air around them. 'To fill you up with my own blood…granting you eternal life and eternal hunger. What did I say to you the first time we met?'

'"Eu Sunt Dracul, I am the Dragon"' Elsa whispered as Dracula released his grip. 'Sometimes I forget what you are, Prince of Darkness.' She rubbed her neck as Dracula nodded and summoned a flock of bats to bring him his cloak.

'I have offered you the curse of vampirism and immortality on several occasions, you know, and then you could be Snow Queen of Arendelle…forever,' he looked forlorn as he redressed.

'I have enough problems ruling as a Queen of Ice and Snow, being a Vampire Queen would just make things worse,' the Prince shrugged and held his arm out for Queen Elsa.

'I suppose there are worse things than dying of old age…' he muttered as several monstrous vampire beasts lurched from the castle. At their forfront, wearing a sapphire blow coat and longsword, was the Prince's son.

'Like living forever, wouldn't you agree father?' Alucard asked drawing his sword as the monsters washed past him to surround Dracula and the Queen.

'Must we do this now Trevor?' Dracula asked massaging his brow. 'We have an honoured guest to see to, you remember Queen Elsa of Arendelle don't you?'

'My name is not Trevor, Trevor died a long time ago father…but alright.' Alucard padded down the steps sheathing his sword until he came to a stop and knelt before the Queen making it very clear that he was ignoring his father who had begun ordering the Vampire servants to gather the Queens things and take them to her room. 'It is a pleasure to see you again your highness, tell me how is your darling sister Anna doing?'

'She is well Sir Alucard, thank you, she and Olaf will be joining us soon, don't worry.' Elsa replied curtseying.

'Christophe will not be with them?' Dracula asked as the servants lurched past with bags and boxes bearing the royal symbol of Arrendelle.

'No, sadly the ice has been receding in the Southern Isles so he agreed to stay behind to rectify it,' Elsa replied.

'Well if that is to be the case, Trevor…'

'Alucard, I've told you my name is Alucard!' Alucard snapped at his father.

'Alucard,' Dracula continued unabashed. 'The Queen and I will head inside as there is much for us to discuss, why don't you remain and receive the Princess and the Snow Dwarf. I know that Chupacabra is looking forward to seeing Olaf.'

'He probably enjoys being around someone less intelligent than he is,' Alucard replied, cracking the first grin since his arrival.

'Quite so,' Dracula chuckled. With that said Alucard made his way through the courtyard to await the other guests.

'His hair has grown since I last saw him,' Elsa muttered as they walked into the castles main hallway.

'Yes, though not much else, he is still angry with me for the events with the Mirror of Fate and his son Simon,' Dracula replied with a sigh before looking at the queen with a sly grin. 'Do you remember the first time you came here?'

'Of course I do!' Elsa replied. 'It was ten years ago when I was twenty four, three years after my coronation and not long after my invasion of the southern isles.'

'Yes, you appear to have aged only a few years since then, possibly something to do with your magic?' Dracula replied as they found themselves in his library. The massive room was ready for them, a bottle of red wine for the Queen and a golden Goblet of fresh blood for the Prince. The vampire servants pouring their drinks saw them arrive bowed low and left in a flurry of bats.

'Yes, though it was your magic I was interested in at the time. An immortal warrior of over seven centuries with mastery over Ice and Fire magic, the people of the Southern Isles feared you more than I and that was why I brought my golems to your doorstep.' Elsa commented sitting in the chair prepared for her and crossing her silken legs with a sly grin.

'Yes, how little did we know that fateful day a decade ago,' Dracula's right arm erupted in orange and red flames as he used his mastery of Chaos to light the fire. The images of memory danced in the fireplace as the pair recalled that day.