A/N: Firstly, I want to thank every one of you who have reviewed/followed/favorited the past few fics I've posted for helsa week u/w/u I haven't had an otp grip me as badly since tahnorra so writing fics about them and having them appreciated by fellow shippers is just amazing! ;w;)/ So, thank you guys, so much!
Now about this one, the prompt was 'cinderella' and I guess what was expected was a sort of fairy tale kind of thing but I took the simple scene of the prince and Cinderella seeing each other for the time and just having an instant attraction. u3u I was listening the the Cinderella on Broadway soundtrack while writing this- specifically, the track "Ten Minutes Ago".

The music in the great hall seemed to cease when he entered the room. Queen Elsa glanced up, wondering just who it was that dared to arrive at the ball so late. Her breath escaped her as she took in his appearance.

Tall with broad shoulders, clad in pristine white, standing with discipline, and eyes bright and green.

Elsa was not aware she had been staring until she realized his gaze had caught hers. She felt a tightening in her chest as embarrassment crept up on her.

They looked at each other from opposite ends of the room. He seemed to watch her with a growing curiosity but Elsa tore away. Her face felt unbearably hot and the thudding of her heart dulled her senses.

Don't feel.

Don't feel!

The young queen reminded herself of how she decided before the event took off that she was not going to enjoy her time. A ball held in hopes of her finding an interest in one of the many eligible princes who were invited was not how she had hoped to celebrate her birthday.

But reality had it where she would not get her way despite being the appointed queen. Her sister among many of the kingdom's officials overruled her wishes. Defeated, she stood at the end of the hall that evening, watching her guests enjoy their time as she patiently waited for the hours to pass.

The music continued and with a cleared head, Elsa looked back up to the doors of the great hall.

He was gone.

Had she been dreaming?

Were her desires to be elsewhere playing tricks on her?

A breath of relief almost escaped her before catching a glimpse of the auburn hair that framed his face.

Oh…!

He was making his way through the crowd towards her and Elsa found it harder to look away. An inkling of a smile was on his lips and his eyes, that brilliant green, refused to leave hers. She twisted her hands in each other, pinching at the fabric of her gloves to keep them from shaking. The concept of time escaped her as he drew closer; the seconds that ticked by felt like eons yet in a few blinks, he was there, standing in front of her, bowing his head, and offering his hand.

"My queen." His voice shook her out of her stupor and her lips parted but she found she could not speak. "May I have this dance?"