Hello, everybody! AdoniaAlma here, as I ferociously type the first chapter for the best idea I have had yet! I look forward to hearing from you as you read this three way fanfiction. I hope you love my original characters, storyline, and twists and turns deep into the labyrinth of my mind... Enjoy!

All Tangled Up and Frozen with a Bunch of Dragon-riding Vikings

A Tangled/Frozen/How to Train Your Dragon Crossover

Chapter one: Wedding Bells and Stormy Seas
Elsa's POV

Today is the day. My sister and her schizophrenic, reindeer-loving, ice-selling, raised-by-trolls boyfriend are getting married. Don't get me wrong, Kristoff is a great guy! He's a little strange, but he's nice. And he really loves Anna- if he didn't he wouldn't have waited so long to marry her.

It's been a full year since my coronation. One year since the kingdom discovered that their beloved queen possessed magical powers over ice and snow. I froze the kingdom over by accident, and nearly killed my sister. Her fiancé at the time- that monster of a prince who left Anna to die and would have killed me too, if Anna hadn't have sacrificed herself for me- Prince Hans, had come up with the idea that he could weasel his way into becoming the supreme ruler of Arendelle. His plans failed, I remained Queen, and Anna fell in love- true love- with Kristoff.

I have been able to control my powers since then, discovering new ways to use them for good and magnificent things. In fact, I have a lot to do today... I am going to surprise Anna and Kristof with some gorgeous custom-made ice sculptures in the courtyard. They are having a winter themed wedding... Kind of weird, since it is the middle of summer, but considering who we are, it isn't all that strange. If you think about it.

Okay, forget thinking about it. Just go with it.

Anyway, I suppose I should get out of bed and get started... But my bed is so warm... Then again, the cold doesn't bother me anyway, so I guess that's irrelevant. I'm just lazy and don't want to get up! But I will. For Anna.

"She's getting married today," I say to myself before jumping out of bed and hurriedly getting dressed. I brush through my hair and expertly braid it, just along the crown of my head, leaving the rest of my long white locks hanging in loose curls down my back- I've been trying new things with my hair and I kind of like it this way.

There's a knock at my door.

"I'm up!" I call out. Very unladylike for me, but I'm so excited about today that I really don't care. "Who is it?" I open the door, apparently very unexpectedly because Anna fell back and landed on her posterior.

"Oof," she grunts at the shock of falling, then gets up like nothing happened. She throws herself at me, screaming. "ELSA! I'm getting MARRIED today! Can you believe it? I'm so excited! I-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, Anna!" I say, placing my hands on her shoulders. "You need to go back to your room. The servants will be there shortly to help you get ready. Oh, and Rapunzel and Eugene will be arriving at the port in a few hours, but I'll be there to greet them. They went around the storm, and they are later than they said they'd be, but they'll be here. So you don't have to worry about it."

They were held up by a huge storm that was headed toward Corona, their kingdom, but they wouldn't miss Anna's wedding for anything. It's going to take more than a storm to stop our cousin Rapunzel!

We met Rapunzel for the first time the year after our parents' death. Actually, our parents died en route to Rapunzel and Eugene's wedding. I was still in hiding, of course, and Anna never left home then, so we weren't on the ship when it went down during the storm. I shudder at the thought of riding a ship... To me, the risk is just not worth it. Maybe I'm being unreasonable, but I don't care: my parents died at sea, and I have no desire to out myself in a position in which I could suffer the same fate.

Anyway, Rapunzel came to visit us with Eugene a year after their marriage and our parents demise. During that visit, we met twice and spoke very little. However, Rapunzel and Anna became extremely close. I remember the look on Anna's face when they were reunited at my coronation... She was delighted to see Rapunzel and her lovable scoundrel of a husband. It's just natural that they are to attend the wedding tonight.

I see the excited sparkle in her eyes and I can't help it: I giggle. "Oh, Anna! I'm so happy for you!" I hug my sister, and we relish the contact. Physical contact is one thing we haven't had much of until this past year, and now we get as much of it as we can. Just last week, Anna sneaked into my room in the middle of the night and started a tickle fight! Just like when we were kids...

I smile at the memory, but Anna snaps me out of it.

"Hey! Earth to Elsa," she shakes me gently. "I am so happy, too. More than you, I bet." She giggles again, and wiggles and shakes. She's so excited she can't even hold still!
She takes a deep breath and forces herself to hold still, crossing her arms over her chest. "I'm going now. To my room. To be in exile... until tonight." She is feigning disappointment, but I know she is really thrilled. I hug her again.

"All right," I say. "Go. Good luck." I kiss her on the cheek, blink once, twice, and suddenly she's gone.

I sigh and walk through the open door, closing it behind me. I truly am excited for Anna, but I'm also a little sad for me. I know I shouldn't feel this way, but it's like... I'm about to lose my sister. To a schizophrenic... Never mind, I shouldn't call him that.

"Kristoff and Anna belong together," I say to myself, my voice barely a whisper. "I don't belong with anyone." Maybe I'm being dramatic. But it's true! Once the two love birds tie the knot, I'll be spending a lot more of my time alone.

Just one more change I'll have to get used to.

This past year has been so full of change. For one, Rapunzel and Eugene became King and Queen of their kingdom. And they had a baby! They named him Prince Raymond. Rapunzel was worried at first, because he has golden hair like she did when she was born, and a strange red sun-shaped birthmark in the middle of his forehead. I'm guessing that there is magic in the child. That's nothing to worry about though; our family has had a history with magic, and being born with it? It's nothing we can't handle.

I'm living proof of that.

Also this year we have hired more help at the castle, and the gates have stayed open. I'm still not used to so many people being around... I am ashamed to say that I'm somewhat socially... Well, unacceptable. But I would never admit that to anyone.

"Good morning, Your Majesty," a servant girl smiles at me and nearly drops the armload of white roses she is carrying. "Whoaaa, aahhhh!" She catches herself, barely.

"Good morning," I say quietly, hurrying along. I didn't even stop to help her! I just stood there and stared at her. How rude... Ugh, I really am awkward.

Finally, I arrive at the courtyard and begin my work. It's more like fun really. A flick of the wrist, a wave of the hand, a couple moments of pure magic, and there it is! A perfect image of Kristoff and my sister, standing hand in hand, frozen in beautiful sparkling ice.

I continue to build sculptures one by one. I make Anna in her wedding dress, holding a bouquet of beautiful flowers. I make one of the two of them in the sled Anna gave Kristof last year. Of course, I have to make one of Kristoff and Sven, his reindeer...

I'm in the middle of forming Kristof's nose when suddenly a shout from one of the guards breaks my concentration and my ice-Kristoff suddenly has a very long, thin nose. I'm reminded of a favorite childhood story of mine... Pinocchio.

"Look at that!" The guard is shouting, pointing out toward... The sea.

Guards are swarming on the wall, all of them murmuring. Their concerned voices worry me, so I decide to see what's going on. I use my power to launch myself into the air, a flurry of snowflakes in my wake. I land gracefully on the wall, surprising the guards. They all jump back, as I stare out at the sea, frozen in shock at the sight which a moment ago had them spellbound.

The storm that had been raging in the north was now raging just off the shores of Arendelle, maybe a mile out. And there, flailing among the gigantic waves, was a small ship. Guards' voices began to ring out around me.

"They're going down!"

"There's no way they'll survive that."

"That ship is a goner, that's for sure."

"Can anyone make out the crest on the flag?"

"It's too far away, and the wind and waves are making it so that you can't see anything but the ship itself."

"No, look carefully! It looks like a-"

"Viking warship!" This is crazy! Vikings? This close to Arendelle? What...?

"The storm must have driven them this far," someone shouts. And then one man cries out three words that give me chills...

"HERE IT COMES!" And it was the biggest wave I had ever seen, headed straight toward the tiny ship.

"They're all going to die!" Another guard says, softly. He's standing next to me, and I turn to look at him, he has a haunted look in his eyes. I know that he's right... Any one on board is sure to be killed.

Suddenly, I'm flying out to the open sea, over and amidst the raging waves. I don't even know what I'm doing. Adrenaline is rushing through my veins, and all I can think is...

My parents died like this.

I have to stop it from happening to the people on this ship.

So there you have it! First chapter down... Tell me what you think. I love a good review- or even a bad one. I want to know what everyone thinks, fLamers included. And, yes, the L in fLamers is capitalized- because flaming is kinda lame, if you think about it. But where there are no flames, there's no fire, right? So, fLamers, you are welcome to say whatever you like about my story. :) ...just to be fair I do it sometimes too...

Anywaaaayyyy, I could always use new ideas! If you have a pairing you like, or an OC you want me to use, just tell me. I'll see if it's something I can use.

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Peace!

P.S. okay, so autocorrect is a big jerk and keeps changing Arendelle to Alindor. Alindor is the name of a country in one of my fiction stories, it's unpublished and it probably won't be published. Anyway, so yeah. Autocorrect hates me. So if you're reading my story and you see Alindor pop up, let me know. Like, where it is and all that. It's such a pain, but my ocd makes me crazy when I find out there's a typo. Thanks guys!

P.P.S. Okay, so I guess I spelled Kristoff wrong. Two f's, my bad.