A/N: Oh yeah! I decided to write a Frozen fic, centered on Christmas and other fluffy things. Don't worry, nothing totally serious going on her, just some Elsa/OC and Kristanna with a twist. Ooh, and let's not forget Olaf's subplot. All will be revealed more clearly soon!
For now, just enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to Frozen, I just own King Henrik and Lady Yvonne.
Chapter 1: Arrival
Anna woke up to the sound of bells. She stretched her arms wide, yawning, as she dragged herself out of bed and to her window. She squinted at the gathering haze on the glass and rubbed it with her fist. She peeked out the peephole and saw the brick-paved streets of Arendelle topped with snow, flurries coming down from the sky slowly and gracefully. People were conversing in the streets, and a group of them were caroling, ringing bells as they walked down the street. She gasped, smiling.
She realized that it wasn't another out-of-the-blue snowstorm created by Elsa. It was December, and it was close to Christmas. She didn't know whether it was five or ten days away from Christmas, or even weeks. She felt filled up with excitement that this was the first Christmas she was spending with her beloved sister and new friends. Spending time with Elsa was new to her ever since July. She now was aware of her sister's power over snow and ice, and she wasn't afraid. Everything that was once rocky and awkward between them had been resolved, and now she got joy from seeing her sister in person every day ever since.
Another upside to this year's Christmas was spending it with Kristoff. Just thinking about Kristoff gave Anna butterflies in her stomach and a smile on her face.
She grabbed her robe and fastened it around her waist. She opened the doors of her bedroom and jumped out into the hallway, giggling happily, and zoomed down the hall to her sister's bedroom. She didn't bother knocking. She rushed right in to see that Elsa was still in bed, sleeping without a sound. Anna went to her window and yanked open the blinds, letting sunshine into the room. Elsa winced in her sleep, and then opened her bright blue eyes nonchalantly. Anna laughed and went to her side.
"Merry Almost-Christmas!" she said cheerfully, swinging her legs as she sat on the bed.
"It's not Christmas, yet, Anna," Elsa mumbled, sliding a loose strand of her white-blonde hair behind her ear as she rose from her pillow.
"That's why I said 'almost,' silly! It's beautiful outside," Anna said, "When are the guests going to start to come? Wait, how are we going to fit them all in the castle? How big is the Christmas dinner going to be? Like, super-big or moderate? Ooh, are we going to start decorating—"
"Anna," Elsa chastised, smirking.
"Sorry," Anna told her awkwardly. "Just curious."
Elsa sighed, sitting next to Anna now. "The guests are from the Northern Isles—hopefully they won't be planning to kill any of us." Anna smiled weakly, memory of Hans coming to mind. "The crowned king is visiting along with his niece. Only two bedrooms, perhaps. And the Winter Ball isn't going to be big. We begin decorating when our guests come."
"Is the king some grumpy old guy? I really don't want to try to be nice to some grumpy old guy, especially if he's anything like the Duke of Weaseltown." Elsa smiled at Anna's ranting.
"He's nothing like the Duke of Weselton . . . I hope."
"You hope? So, you didn't bother getting to know more about the Northern Isles? He could be a psychopath. Maybe not even him; maybe it's his niece who's sick!" Anna exclaimed.
"Anna, relax. No one from the Northern Isles is conspiring and mentally ill, of that I can assure you." Elsa got out of her bed easily. "I'll meet you downstairs at nine. The Northern Isles royal family will be arriving at noon. Kristoff can come along if you'd like." She raised her eyebrows, waiting for her response.
Anna bit her lip and nodded, the butterflies coming back to her. "Yes, I'd like."
Now Anna had to be the first to ask Kristoff if he'd like to join them. Bidding her sister farewell, she hurried to the place she figured Kristoff would be: the palace stables. He always visited Sven in the morning, and he'd feed him carrots. It may have been a few months since he had begun staying with her and her sister in the castle, but despite the upgrade, he was still the same. Anna admired that.
Just like she hoped, Kristoff was with Sven, both chewing on carrots. She breathed to herself and ran her fingers through her red hair to make sure it'd stay down, as she hadn't made time to brush it since she woke up fifteen minutes ago. She walked up to the two, smiling.
"Good morning," she greeted, her voice trembling. She coughed, acting like it was nothing. "So, what's going on?"
"Nothing," Kristoff answered, shrugging.
Nothing? Anna thought. Why does he always answer 'nothing' when something is obviously going on? I mean, he could say, 'Chilling with Sven, eating some carrots, how 'ya doing, Anna?' But no. The answer is always nothing. He's so difficult!
"Hey, I was wondering . . . well, Elsa suggested that, um . . . maybe you'd like to . . . meet the Northern Isles royal family with us at noon? Since, you know, you're like part of our family, so it makes sense for our family to meet their family . . . 'cause you're like my brother." She laughed, realizing what just came out of her mouth.
Your brother, Anna? Really?
"No! Not my brother, but I mean . . . we're really close," Anna stuttered, cheeks red from embarrassment. "So, yes or no?"
"Yeah, sure. The more people, the merrier, right?" he said.
Anna nodded, her smile beginning to falter. "Great! I'll go tell Elsa. See you then." She went to go back upstairs, but ran into the stable wall instead. She held her head in pain, sighing. Kristoff got up and put his hand on her shoulder, and asked, "Are you okay?" His voice was full of concern. Not dull concern, but soft concern.
"Yeah. You know me. Never looking where I'm going," Anna answered, still holding her head.
"Let me see your forehead." She moved her hand and opened her eyes, meeting with Kristoff's warm brown eyes. She smiled with closed lips as he moved his thumb over her forehead, ignoring the slight pain. "Does that hurt?" She shook her head, still in her dream world.
But then reality soon came crashing into her. She still had to get ready!
"Ooh, I better—I better go! I'll see you soon, okay?" He removed his touch from her head and she nodded gratefully. She started her way up the stairs.
.:.^*^.:.
Elsa came by the palace entrance, putting on her gloves. Yes, the kingdom embraced her icy powers, but she didn't want to freeze her new guests. She had to make them feel welcome, just as she remembered her parents did when she was little, before they closed the gates. Her handmaiden, Tatia, adjusted the falling tiara on her head, but she waved her hand.
"It's fine, really." She smiled and fixed it for herself. Her hair was cascading down her back in curls today, and her simple navy-blue, long-sleeved dress surely wouldn't make the visitors uncomfortable. She took in a sharp breath.
"My queen, should we open the doors?" a guard asked.
She glanced at Anna, who nodded. "Yes, you may," Elsa said.
The guards opened the doors, and four different guards with gray uniforms proceeded in, two figures in between them. The guards in the front slid out the way. A man, tall and lean, who presumably was the king, looked way younger than the Duke of Weselton. He was actually strikingly handsome. He had a clean-shaven face, bright green eyes, ivory skin, and short, well-kept honey-blonde hair, which was quite unusual. He didn't wear a crown, which made Elsa feel silly. She felt her tiara shift, and it was suddenly in Tatia's possession. She nodded thankfully.
The girl beside the king was short, with her brown hair up in a bun in contrast to his blonde hair, sporting an elaborate but small purple hat with lace and a net covering a small portion of her face. Her eyes were gray and her skin was pale, but there was a scar on her cheek, taking away from her beauty. Her matching purple gown had a moderate train, and it was surprisingly not covered in snow.
"Presenting His Majesty, King Henrik and Lady Yvonne of the Northern Isles," one of the guards announced in a booming voice that projected across the room. Yvonne curtseyed as Henrik bowed, placing one hand behind his back and the other by his stomach. Elsa curtseyed in response. "Her Majesty, Queen Elsa and Princess Anna of Arendelle, accompanied by Sir Kristoff." Elsa heard Anna stifle a giggle. She sighed silently.
"It's an honor, Your Majesty," Henrik said, his voice smooth like honey. He extended his hand towards Elsa. She smiled and gave him her hand, shaking it.
"The pleasure is all mine, Your Majesty," Elsa said, a faint smile on her face, thinking of how many times the word 'majesty' would be used over the next couple of days.
"You may call me Henrik."
"Then you may call me Elsa."
The two let go, but Henrik's gentle green eyes were still on Elsa.
Kisses! ~TwistedTelepath!
