* A/N AT END OF CHAPTER

CHAPTER 2.

Elsa meets with a governor of Arendelle. Anna gets ready for the Festival.

* ELSA

Elsa watched this scene between her sister and Kristoff from the window of her room facing the back garden. As Kristoff stood up and starting to leave, she felt Anna lifting her eyes up and quickly moved out of sight. Elsa's room was very much a princess's room, with a large queen sized bed and a desk with a small hand mirror on top of it. She did not look at the mirror much, except to brush and braid her long silver-white hair everyday, into a pony tail, which was long and fell down her back.

When Elsa saw her sister and Kristoff look at each other with that intensity, she felt almost out of place in her own body. She had this sick isolating clutch in her stomach that stayed with her even afterwards, when she sat down by her desk. Thoughts ran through her, about Anna and Kristoff, and a hatred, not of them, but of the general idea of what they were experiencing. She was seeing two people, so open to the world and capable of losing themselves in others, while she was so closed. Even if she wanted to open herself, it seemed impossible to her, being who she was and who she has been for so many years.

Soon she saw that it was past noon, and got dressed in a royal robe.

There was a knock on the door.

"Your majesty," the maid said from the other side. "The governor is here to see you."

As queen of Arendelle, she was responsible for many aspects of running a kingdom and satisfying the common people. But because of her age and her relevant naïvety to the subtleties of government, those matters were mostly dealt with by the governor. Elsa has been meeting with him more and more every day, as he slowly transfers the powers he held to her.

The governor, an older man, who had been a childhood friend of her father, met her for lunch at the dinning hall, a large room, magnificently decorated, with a long wooden table. They ate with silver cutlery, and the governor updated her on the state of the kingdom.

"Elsa," he said with a soothing and deep voice. "I think you are doing a fine job."

Elsa smiled modestly and with composure, but it was clear from an experienced eye that she very much liked to be praised. "Thank you," but I haven't done anything."

"You've taken interest in the affairs of the people."

"You mean by opening the gates once a week and having people come in if they have complaints? I thought that was the least I could do."

The governor lifted his fork in the air and waved it, "no, there's plenty of queens that do not care about their people."

"They should," Elsa said.

After they finished eating, the governor went back to his estate at the edge of the city, and Elsa went back upstairs.

* ANNA

The afternoon was ending, and Anna was getting more and more excited about the Harvest Festival. Kristoff had finished the song many times, talked with a raspy voice. There was nothing like young love to eat away an afternoon, and although they did absolutely nothing the entire day, they found it to have been a productive and eventful one.

"Are you going to take Sven?" Anna asked, as they left the garden and walked back into the castle.

"Of course," he said. "He likes it a lot. It's one of his favorites."

Anna knew this, as Kristoff had told her before, but she loved to ask all the time. The kind of affection Kristoff felt for his reindeer showed Anna the kind of person he was, and she still asked as if to remind him of it so that he would not change. When they climbed up the stairs and made down the corridor to Anna's room, Anna went in and closed the door as Kristoff waited in the hall.

"What should I wear?" She asked with her voice muffled by the door.

"Something nice."

"Oh what about this? No, this."

"Anna"

"I know, I know..." Elsa, hearing the noise from her room, walked out to see Kristoff pacing by Anna's door.

"Red or green, it doesn't matter... Elsa, my queen," Kristoff said and bowed.

"Thank you Kristoff, but please don't call me that," she said.

"But..."

"We are the same age."

This was fact, but somehow Elsa and Kristoff were so entirely different that their age seemed to only magnify that, instead of being something the two had in common. This was not to say Elsa was aged and not youthful in appearance, or that Kristoff was too youthful, but simply that Elsa carried herself with more composure and gravitas.

"Is that Elsa? Elsa, you have to get ready for the festival, go get changed!"

"Anna, you know I'm not going," she said.

"Why not," and Anna opened the door. She was wearing a red dress that went down to her ankles, with a red white blouse.

"Why not Elsa, you promised."

"I don't feel well."

"You don't feel well?" Anna took Elsa by the hand, and leaned forward to look at her.

"You seem fine. Your hands are a little cold though."

"My hands are not cold," Elsa said indignantly, as she was just starting to not wear gloves.

"They are, Kristoff, feel Elsa's hands." Kristoff did not move and just smiled, showing Elsa a look that showed his exasperation how Anna was both kind-hearted and often strangely insensitive.

"Oh, nevermind, but you have to come Elsa."

"I think I'll stay in, you two have a good time," and saying this, she turned and went back into her room, closing the door. Anna was more quiet afterwards, as the two of them, and Sven, and three guards dressed plainly walked with them out of the castle gates down into the market streets where the festival was held. But like all people of her character, after seeing the lights, the singing, smelling the food being cooked and the laughter of young children and adults alike, soon returned to her usual cheerful and happy self.

A/N

Please review/critique, etc. Sorry if I'm just jugging these chapters back and forth. I really want to get the right length for each chapter. There's all kinds of things to take into consideration like attention span, etc. If you have already read this and is reading it again, new chapters will be posted soon.