AU: What if Anna wasn't Elsa's sister? What if Kristoff wasn't Anna's love? What happens when the baker's daughter Anna meets Prince Hans and the two fall in love? How will they stay together with Hans's arranged marriage to the new Queen of Arendelle and how will their love survive the winter set off by her?

Anna waltzed through the village a basket of bread in her hand humming under her breath. It was Coronation Day and everyone was a flurry with news of the newly crowned queen opening the castle for the entire day. Looking up at the castle, Anna took in the turrets, the walls, and of course the opening gates. She sighed, if only she were a princess and had servants to wait on her hand and foot, she'd never burn her hands, or stay on her feet all the time, and maybe just maybe she'd get a new dress.

She closed her eyes and imagined a beautiful ball gown, maybe blue or green, and all the princes that would dance with her. Laughing at herself, she shook her head and continued on her way taking a shortcut by walking along the docks. Seeing all the arriving nobles made her giggle at her day dream again and she imagined dancing with her prince, picking up the hem of her dress and twirling around with her bread basket.

She was so enraptured that she didn't notice the man on the horse coming down the dock until the horse ran into her and pushed her back into a rowboat that slid to the edge. Fortunately, the rider had his horse quickly step on said boat to keep it from falling into the water.

"Hey!" Anna yelled, plucking seaweed from her hair.

"I'm so sorry are you alright?!" A handsome voice asked nervously.

Anna looked up into the face of the most handsome man she'd ever seen. He sat tall on his horse, with fancy clothes, adorable auburn hair and sideburns, and dreamy hazel eyes.

"Hey." She sat up and tried to look presentable as she looked up into the face of the handsome nobleman who'd rescued her. He gazed back at her a slight smile on his face until he realized he hadn't helped her up or introduced himself. He dismounted and after helping her stand, bowed slightly.

"Prince Hans of the Southern Isles, at your service."

She was surprised at his kindness, no one had ever bowed to her before, let alone a prince. She curtsied quickly not wanting to offend him, "Anna of Arendelle.. Umm... I'm not a princess or anything, it's just me... Anna, Your Highness." She felt out of place and she couldn't meet his gaze.

The prince reached down and gently cupping his hand under her chin, he raised her head to meet his gaze. "Just you?"

Anna stood up trying to brush the flour off her apron and appear presentable before taking Hans' proffered hand and stepping off the rowboat and onto the solid dock. "Well I suppose I am more than "just" me. My father owns the village bakery and that's where I was taking the bread basket I had before-" She glanced around looking for it before seeing it crushed on the ground.

"Oh no! I'm so sorry!" Prince Hans said. "Let me make it up to you somehow!"

She was about to reply when bells were heard and the prince seemed to jolt back to the reality he was born into. "Bells. The coronation! I-I have to go Anna!" Hans took her hand and looking deep into her eyes he said seriously, "Anna I will make it up to you I promise. I better go though." Anna nodded at him and smiled as he got back on his horse hoping she'd see him again.

As the prince disappeared from view Anna felt something, almost a twang in her heart as she remembered sadly, they could never see each other again. After all, he was a visiting prince and she was just a baker's daughter.