A/N To apologise now, I am spelling Ana's name KNOWING that it is spelt Anna by 'official' things because the name Anna does not imply that it is pronounced 'arr narr', Anna implies 'Eh Nar'. It is a mistake on my half, and while the early chapters will still have Ana, I am trying to change it and my ways to the correct spelling, please be patient. For now, think of this as that weird fanfiction that doesn't spell her name right and you should be fine.

Most of this chapter is what is in the movie, it's just giving you an idea of my writing style, and a few more emotions and thoughts that may or may not have been there before. the critical part is down the bottom, where Elsa refused to give the blessing of her sisters joining. If you don't want to read all of it, just skip to that.

"Can I say something crazy?" Hans dropped to one knee in front of the princess. "Will you marry me?" With the moon reflecting off his golden brown hair, making him seem to glow, the 13th prince of the southern isles looked exactly like the prince Ana hand been dreaming of all her life.

"Can I say something even crazier?" She paused in surprise of herself. "Yes!"
Holding hands the entire way back, giggling and planning they made their way back to the ball room.

They did a poor job of weaving in and out of the crowd in their efforts to find the new queen of Arendelle, bumping into and squishing through conversations with only a quick apology.

"Can I get around you please?" Ana barely looked up at the man as she pushed past, Hans following apologetically, only slightly concerned about her lack of social skills, but happy that it really will be too easy on his part.

"Oh there she is!" Ana exclaimed finally. "Elsa!" Ana caught herself, "I mean, Queen." She dipped a quick bow. "Me again, um.." she grabbed Hans' wrist and pulled him forward, using him to hide the fact she really had no idea how to talk to her sister. "May I present Prince Hans of the Southern Isles."

"Your Majesty," Hans gave a small bow with his head. Elsa nodded back, but said nothing.

"We would like-" they started together, before laughing gleefully.

"Uh, your blessing," Hans continued, looking at Ana lovingly.

"Of our marriage!" They finished together, as Ana rested her head on Hans' shoulder, laughing.

Elsa's eyes widened. A blessing was not what she was expecting. "Marriage?" Elsa repeated, very confused.

"Yes!" Ana exclaimed, still in a fit of gleeful giggles.

Elsa tried to regain composure, "I'm sorry, I'm confused."

Ana got off Hans' shoulder and looked right at Elsa. "Well we haven't worked out all the details ourselves. We'll need a few days to plan the ceremony- of course we'll have soup, roast, and ice cream," Ana continued as if it were obvious. Suddenly she grabbed Hans and looked at him urgently. "Wait, will we live here?"

"Here?" Elsa repeated, slightly panicked.

"Absolutely!" Hans responded, grabbing his fiance's hands.

"Ana." Elsa tried to distract her.

"Oh! We can invite all twelve of your brothers to stay with us!"

"What? No!" Elsa was being drowned out. "No, no, no, no, no."

"I mean, sure we have the room. I know some of them-"

"Just wait!" Elsa was still trying to be heard over her sisters excitement. "Slow down."

"Finally Ana looked at her.

"No one's brothers are staying here, no one is getting married."

"Confusion swept over her little sisters face. "Wait, what?"

"May I talk to you, please, alone?"

Hurt, Ana replied "No." She stepped back to stand beside Hans. "Whatever you have to say, you can say to both of us."

Elsa swallowed her panic, took a breath and started. "Fine. You can't marry a man you just met."

""You can if it's true love!" Ana argued.

"Ana, what do you know about true love?" Elsa wanted the conversation to end, even if she hurt her only sister's feelings.

"Ana gripped on a small thread of lasting anger and almost spat out her next comment. "More than you! All you know is how to shut people out!"

Elsa, wounded, hardened her voice. "You asked for my blessing, but my answer is no. Now-" she paused, not wanting to say anything else. "Excuse me."
"Your majesty," Hans jumped in, "if I may ease your-"

Elsa bit back her anxiety and brought out a stiff "No, you may not." She took a breath as Hans retreated. "And I- I think you should go." She started towards the doors, passing a guard. She hated to do this, but she felt she must. "The party is over." Her voice was icy as she commanded. "Close the gates."

"Yes, your Majesty," he replied.

Ana bulked, eyes wide. "What? No! Elsa no!" She dashed forward and grabbed for her older sisters hand, but coming away with the glove instead. "Wait."

Elsa gasped as her hand hit the cool air. She spun and focused on the glove in the princesses hands. Almost in tears of anxiety, Elsa shouted "Give me my glove!"

She tried to reach for it, acutely aware of her exposed hand.

"Elsa, please!" Ana continued, still fighting for the attention. "Please. I can't live like this any more!" Ana begged her sister to see the fear of being locked away again.

"Then leave." Elsa said simply.

"A look of horror crossed the princesses face, quickly changed to anger.

"Fine." Ana dropped the glove in the space between them.

It was Elsa's turn to be horror struck, but her sudden fear was lost on her sister, who turned on her heel and marched out other side door, deeper into the castle. Hans' tried to grab her, pull her back, but Ana paid him no attention, and continued on her way, shaking him off.

Elsa picked up the glove and put it on, backing towards the door while the peoples attention was on the door the princess just left through. She didn't make it before they turned back to her, so she straightened herself up like a Queen and walked gracefully out, a quick "Thank you," to all that attended her coronation, as the door opened and closed around her.

She was reminded of the people that were waiting in the courtyard by a guard just outside the room. She nodded, and made her way to see them, swallowing down her hurt and fear.

Carefully, she stood at the top of the stairs and waved, giving a quick and well rehearsed speech to her loving subjects. they cheered and she accepted several gifts, but she did not touch one of them, keeping both hands behind her back, under her cloak.

The whole speech and gift accepting, and even listening to several compliments, took less than half and hour, and Elsa made her way back to her bedroom, exhausted.

A/N AH HA! Plot TWIST. What do you think? Potential? No? It has been a while since I've done a fan fic. Any hints and tips would be greatly appreciated.