Hello, all! It's Val here!
You probably don't know me, so... hi! I'm kinda new to the Frozen scene, I haven't done much uploading yet but I will now! Hope you enjoy my very first story! I have tons more ideas, so just you wait!
Plot:
Anna is a princess. She wasn't supposed to even talk to the subjects, not as far as she did.
Well, it's not like she planned it.
Kristoff's a nobody. Unimportant. But a chance meeting with a princess changes that.
It was love instantly. And it was real, true, unbreakable love, the kind that you read about in storybooks and wish for but never get. The kind that can never change or go away, as much as you may want it to.
The problem? Besides breaking the "no talking to commoners" rule, Anna is to find a suitor. A prince, from a fairly rich country, for her to marry. A prince,and nobody else. The one she really loves is far from that...
So they come up with a plan. Kristoff can easily pretend to be a prince from some really, really far kingdom, right? Then they can get married, live in Arendelle, and be happy forever, right?
Wrong. It will not be that easy.
The girl ran into the streets, her green silk skirt folds flying out behind her. Her fists were clenched and her face was contorted in a grimace of frustration and anger, and a bit of sadness too. The hour was just approaching dusk; not many were out at this hour.
The guards took a few steps out of the castle door, but soon decided against it. They had learned long ago to never question the princess. Most likely she needed fresh air.
"I hate him." she muttered repeatedly. "I hate him and all his stupid kind, all those stuffy princes who can only talk about trade and wealth. Why do they have to do this to me? I don't need a suitor, I don't! Oh, please, just let me live my life the way that I want-"
Thud.
Being so distracted with her grumbling rant, she had speed-walked straight into some man's solid chest and fallen backwards.
"S-sorry!" she stuttered, attempting to rise.
"It's fine." the man said quietly, holding out a large hand to help the girl up. It was then that she finally took a good look at the person she had bumped into. Very tall, with muscles strengthened from long years of whatever heavy lifting he did. Young, only a few years older than her, with defined features that were admittedly more handsome than the disgustingly formal princes she had been seeing too much of lately.
"Are you alright?" he asked kindly. He noticed her crown, and widened his eyes, adding a "Your Highness" and a bow to his extended hand.
"Fine," the girl grumbled, brushing strands of red hair out of her face as she reached for the man's hand and hauled herself up. "Don't worry about the formalities and stuff. I'm just Anna."
"Princess Anna, I might say," the man replied with a small smile. "Kristoff. Bjorgman, that is. Um…"
There was silence, during which both of them were awkwardly staring at the ground, not knowing what to say. The conversation wasn't supposed to happen at all. Anna wasn't even supposed to be standing there in the first place.
Then Anna broke the silence. "Listen, uh… Kristoff, right? Yeah, I kinda should go back to the castle right now." she said quickly.
Kristoff raised his eyes. "May I ask what happened?" he questioned.
Anna shrugged. "Long story. Suitors. Not fun. Ran out. Things happened."
"Hm." Kristoff looked at her. Some part of him, deep down inside, took a bit of pleasure in hearing that she was not in fact married. He told that part to shut up. It would never happen anyways...
"Hey." Anna snapped her fingers under his nose. "You still with me?"
"What? Oh, yeah. Yeah." Kristoff said, shaking his head clear. "I guess you know the way."
"I do. But thanks." Anna paused, and with a heavy sigh, turned away. "Guess I have to go. Well… goodbye, Mr. Kristoff. It was… nice seeing you."
"You too," Kristoff said gruffly, giving a small wave. He so very much wanted to speak longer with this beautiful princess, but she was the princess. No one was ever allowed to talk to her.
As Anna walked off, she kept glancing behind her, waiting for Kristoff to leave but only seeing him standing there, watching her disappear down the castle bridge.
"Princess Anna?" chirped a voice, a maid, most likely. "Princess Anna, please wake up!"
"Ugh…" Anna groaned, sitting up amongst the fluffy pink sheets. For the second night in a row, she had dreamed about her encounter with Kristoff the mountain man. She knew it was forbidden, but she couldn't stop thinking about him, especially when she woke up in the morning with a feeling of longing that she wanted to deny but couldn't.
"You've got another meeting today!" said the voice.
Another meeting.
That was what the staff called her "dates" with the potential suitors. How many was it so far? Ten? Twenty? More? Anna hadn't even heard of that many countries.
Ever since their parents died in a terrible storm, her sister Elsa was to take over. Now that it was official, Elsa was trying to tie Anna off with some Prince. It was terrible, really.
"Who is it this time?" Anna asked tiredly.
"Prince Stefan of the Lucan Islands." the maid answered. "He's very handsome! Tall, golden hair, deep brown eyes..."
Handsome. That's what she had been told for every single prince. Some of them were, but others were not, at all.
Ha, Anna thought. That guy sounds like Kristoff…
Him again. Why couldn't she just forget about the commoner and go on with her life? It would be easier for everyone, including him, if that night had never happened.
"I need to forget about it!" Anna whispered to herself.
"What was that?" the maid at the door said.
"Nothing," Anna sighed heavily. "I'm getting ready now."
"You know, our main export is metals such as silver and aluminum," said the Prince, delicately wiping his mouth. They were eating dinner in the main dining room, supposedly getting to know each other. So far, it was putting Anna to sleep.
"Oh, really?" she said, feigning interest.
"Yes," said Prince Stefan smugly, fixing his brown eyes on her. They weren't warm brown, but more like a dull mud color. "We're very rich from it."
Kill me now. Anna groaned silently. Her head drooped slightly and she stifled a yawn. How much longer do I have to listen to Mr. Stuffypants here brag about how rich he is?
"... and then, I said to the Duke, 'If you want to trade with us, that's too bad!'" laughed Prince Stefan. Anna tried to act amused, but really, she was dead on her feet.
Finally, it was too much. "I'm not feeling too well," Anna lied, standing up. She clutched her stomach for effect. "Although that was… ah, enjoyable, I think you should leave."
"Oh, of course, Princess." Prince Stefan bowed to her. "I hope to see you in the future."
He proceeded to stroll towards the door, Anna running right in front of him. She couldn't get out of there fast enough.
Yeah, it's short, but that just sounded like a good place to end, and it's just the beginning! Hopefully I can update often.