Wooo this is kinda scary okay, this is my first fan fiction written...ever. I always have trouble portraying characters that aren't my own, so please do bear with me and I promise I'll definitely try to do my best! Reviews are not just desired they are needed, but if you're only there to tell me how horrible my story is, then I will ignore it. I take constructive criticism, not outright insults.

Anyways now that that's out of the way, here's a disclaimer!

I don't own anything besides the entire country that is Kolovak, including the queen and Diana. The characters of Frozen belong to Disney and as well as their country too.

Sooo, yeah. Read and critique pretty please! Thank you for giving my story a chance :D

[Prologue]

Monarchs are known for their impeccable grace. A sense of diplomacy and charm were always tacked onto the painted portraits of royals lining the halls; the deceptive strokes hiding the truth of whether they really were admirable at all. Any actual knowledge of the monarchs' true nature would be lost within each brush stroke. Scholars would ask, were they intelligent rulers? Were they merely pigs disguised in fancy clothing? Did they truly do their country justice during their reign?

Diana Loften knew the true nature of her monarchs. Or, rather, she was aware of the queen's nature. The king was often absent from the castle, and he had his own personal guard to accompany him on his trips, thus leaving Diana without a profile of the man. As the captain of the queen's royal guard, Diana tried her best to become familiar with every person her queen came in contact with. She couldn't help the lack of information she had on the king, though. He had his own guard to take care of him, and Diana was content with knowing the faces of the soldiers, rather than the face of the king.

The monarchy of Kolovak was rather new, considering its sudden surge of independence that broke it off from the rule of the mainland. Sitting comfortably near the arctic circle, the tiny island had only gained its title as a country within the last century. The Island of Revolutionaries, it had been called by its neighboring countries.

They wouldn't be too far off.

Diana was all too familiar with the story of her country, how her parents had been a part of the 'Glorious Revolution', as well as when the rulers of this new country died due to the severity of the wounds they received during the battle for independence. Their children succeeded them of course, and the current queen was only a few years older than Diana, who was in her mid-twenties.

Despite their ages drawing close together, the Queen of Kolovak and Captain Diana Loften were practically two different species of human. The captain was loyal to the best of her ability, and she never flinched, never faltered, and never backed down from a challenge. She had earned her rank, and the amount of respect from those under her command was a testament to her achievements.

Her majesty was an entirely different sort of human, if she was one at all. She was not a royal by blood, thus immediately becoming of somewhat lesser importance than her husband to the people of Kolovak. Her job was to be an accessory, a mere jewel on the arm of the king. Her old country had been more than happy to trade her away for a piece of the new country. What few diplomatic missions she was given had all ended in disaster due to one simple factor.

The queen was a complete brat.

She didn't know how to be diplomatic, or courteous. Humility was the wicked witch's water, as most of her handmaidens whispered. Royal in everything but personality, the queen was ruthless in her treatment of the staff. She considered her servants as lower than trash, and she treated the royal guards — Diana's proud group of well-trained knights — as mere servants.

The contempt that the captain held for her majesty was nothing less than justified.

It was with this growing feeling of contempt and irritation that Diana stepped through the large doors of the throne room. Her armor clinked with every step, and her dread grew as the queen's expression became clear. Oh dear, she did not look pleased. Moving a tad quicker, Diana dropped to one knee and bowed her head.

"Greetings your majesty–"

"Silence."

Diana snapped her jaw shut instantly. She knew better than to speak when not spoken to. When she first started as an apprentice of the old captain, she had made the mistake of speaking out against the queen once, when the integrity of her fellow knights was unfairly pulled in to question. She still had the scars from her punishment, and she could still remember the hollow feeling of hunger clawing its way out of her stomach. The damp stone dungeons were not the most hospitable place to stay in during the arctic winter.

Granted, the punishment had earned her the invaluable respect of her team, of which she was thankful for. Women were seldom accepted into the brotherhood of knights with open arms, but Diana had proved her resolve time and time again. Now, she was entrusted with the lives of twelve brave men who were like a band of twelve brothers to her, and one bratty ass queen.

Lost in her thoughts, Diana very nearly missed her assignment from the monarch lounging in her husband's throne before her. She had registered it alright, but it would take some convincing for her to believe it.

"P-pardon me your majesty, b-but could you please repeat that..?" She asked in the most respectful way possible, her eyes wide in disbelief and shock.

The queen scowled down at the soldier, using her hooked nose as a sight to glare at Diana with disgust. She heard her queen grumble under her breath, something along the lines of, "Stupid uneducated peasant.."

The captain had plenty of practice with reigning in her anger when she needed to, and this was definitely one of the times where she needed to draw upon her limitless patience – assuming that it was an easy task to do so. Her left gauntlet quietly squealed as she flexed her hand into a tight fist, the metal grating against each other as she moved. Thankfully, it didn't draw the attention of the queen.

"Pay attention this time, captain. You are capable of that much I presume?" The royal sneered. She didn't give Diana the chance to respond, launching straight into the assignment's objective.

"You are to take my place at a ball held in Arendelle, per his majesty's orders. It's apparently the princess' birthday, and there is to be a festival right after. The king wants you to stay in Arendelle for at least a month to attend the festival and ball in my name. He said something about diplomacy and trade with Arendelle's current queen."

Diana gulped. It was one thing to be sent as a guard for the queen, but to take her place? Of course, she understood the political applications of the assignment; anyone would be better at representing Kolovak's people than the queen herself. Diana did have some experience with resolving diplomatic issues too, as she preferred to talk out a disagreement than take to her sword. Her battle skills were used as an ultimate defense, at all times. She would only ever use an offensive tactic if the queen's life was in danger (which happened quite a lot).

But still! What was his majesty thinking? Sending a fully trained soldier as a diplomat for trade with Arendelle's queen — it was like sending an attack dog up against a grizzly bear, or a polar bear. From the rumors that had circulated around the globe, Arendelle's queen also had ice powers. Was this a peace-keeping mission or a secret ploy to start a coup? There were too many factors to analyze!

"M-my lady um.. I..." Diana paused. She had never refused an assignment before, and the consequences would most likely be brutal, perhaps even worse than the beating she took for her brothers. Was a refusal worth the beating?

The queen's hot glare nearly burnt a hole into her chest plate, as if she could physically see the war raging inside the loyal soldier. Diana's shoulders sagged as she silently admitted defeat.

"Yes, my queen."