I remembered this story we used to read in school when I was like 8, and I thought I could use the story idea to make a Kristanna story. Of course I had to tweak it here and there but if it'll make you wanna read more, it ends in tragedy. Review please!

Chapter 1

The waves crashed against the pier endlessly. It was so deep, it was near impossible to see the bottom. Anna was sick of her life. She was sick of her royal duties, her suffocating corsets, the pointless etiquette and courtesies and the useless powders and concealers. She was tired of having everything done for her, and she was tired of her future planned out long before she was even born.

Anna stepped over the railings, shaking a little. Her hair whipped around her face with a mind of its own . She took one last breath, and let go. She closed her eyes and waited for the impact. There was none. What was going on? There was a hand grasped around her wrist. It was firm and clumpy. It started pulling her up. Anna struggled against it, trying to let go. Why couldn't she even die in peace?

When she was over the railing, the hand let go. She looked her rescuer's face. He was a man she had never met before, around the same age as her. Blond and innocent. He was dressed in clothes suited for travelling up in the mountains. He was probably an ice harvester. His hand was still around her wrist when she had stood up. He didn't think she would thank him. Anna looked deep into his eyes. They were understanding.

"What's your name?" He asked. Anna felt tears escaping. Her lip was wobbling, and her body was shaking. "Anna." She said. He gave her a soft smile. She looked away. She was a mess, and in a very vulnerable state. She was about to ask the man's name when she heard a group of palace guards approaching. If they saw her like this, especially with a man, who knew what would happen? They must've known she was gone.

She muttered a thank you before running off deep into the night. The man didn't see her again for a while.

Anna's father was a soft, gentle and understanding man. But even he couldn't change the fact that a king's daughter must be a perfect princess. Everyday of her life, she wished she was someone else, she wished that she could just run away.

There was no point. The gates were guarded 24/7, and she was only ever allowed to leave the castle with multiple escorts and bodyguards. Anna often wondered if she had a sibling, or cousin, maybe then everyone would be less protective of her. She was the only heir to Arendalle. She didn't know why her mother and father had never had another child.

She knew her father loved her mother dearly, and they loved her very much. But even so, she sometimes they would loosen the reins a little.

Anna was now 16 years old - of marrigable age. No engagement balls or arrangements had been made, but she suspected something would be done soon. She dreaded that day, the little freedom she had would be gone forever.

"Your majesty?" It was Kai, her manservant. He was knocking at the door to the library, where she had cushioned herself in the love behind the shelves, in her own little secluded corner. She sighed. There was never a moment of peace.

"Yes Kai?"

"You're needed in the throne room immediately, my lady."

Anna huffed. She hated when people called her that. It made her sound so snooty and horrible. She knew better now than to ask the servants to call her by her name - they wouldn't dare.

"Thank you Kai. I'll be there in a moment." She was careful to be articulate, however she could afford to be a bit more liberal around the staff. Kai opened the door, waiting for the princess. With grace and a perfectly straight back, she sauntered out of the library and headed towards the throne room.

When she got there, two old men in white wigs and red jackets with gold buttons simultaneously opened the huge doors as she strolled in with her head held high towards her father. She nodded a thank you to the two men as they shut the doors. Once they were closed she relaxed, dropping her shoulders, arching her back and swinging her arms as she skipped over to her father.

"You wanted to see me Papa?" Said Anna.

The king cleared his throat and turned to face his daughter. Looking her straight in the eye, he said, "My dear girl, I know you feel I have always protected you too much. Now you are of marrigable age, I feel since your future husband will be your lifelong partner and the father of your children, you should be able to decide for yourself who you marry."

Anna flinched at the word 'husband'. She was curious. Where was this going? His face fell into a sad smile. "And so, " he began. "I have been urged by my council to start accepting requests to have foreign princes court you. I want you to know that even though you must choose one man, the choice is completely yours."

As if on cue, the doors opened and a handsome young man with a soft expression on his face walked through the door. "Anna," said her father. " Meet Prince Hans of the Southern Isles."