Years later

In preparation for Elsa's coronation, the gates of Arendelle opened to the public for the first time in years. Merchants, diplomats, and sightseers from across the globe came to see the mysterious kingdom. They traded enchanting stories and exotic goods from their homelands. While Elsa was nervously practicing to control her powers for the ceremony, Anita was excitedly preparing to explore the market square. She danced and sang around the hallways of the castle, hoping that there would be visitors from Turia she could connect with.

As Anita walked into the square, her breath was taken away. Normally it was fairly quiet with the people of Arendelle just socializing or trading supplies, but now it felt like a real town's center. She asked a villager where the merchants from Turia had set up shop. Anita loved Arendelle, but tears began to well in her eyes as she began to see people with a shared skin tone and smell the food of her original home. Time seemed both to slow to a crawl and move too quickly at the same time. She wished that the people she met could speak hurry up and recount the happenings of Turia at a thousand words per minute, but she also wanted to sit and listen to the beautiful accents she had so longed missed forever. However, she needed to attend to her royal duties and greet other delegations.

As soon as she turned the corner towards the Asiana booth, she slammed into a horse. Falling backwards into a small boat, she let out a scream of surprise. The horse placed its hoof on the boat to keep it from tipping over the dock.

"Hey! Don't you ever watch where you're going?" Anita frustratedly yelled.

"I'm so sorry. Are you hurt?" The rider called out, as he peeked over to see what had happened.

Holding up a hand to block out the sun, Anita could now make out her unintentional assailant's features. She was taken aback by his handsomeness. With unblemished chocolate skin and a chin that had to have been carved from stone, the rider exuded regality.

"Yeah, I'm sorry. I should have paid more attention. But I'm okay. I'm great, actually." She said.

He stepped into the boat and offered his hand to help her up, also in awe of Anita's beauty.

"I'm Prince Hans of the Southern Isles."

"Princess Anita of Arendelle."

"Princess…? Of Arendelle…? My lady." Hans dropped to his knees and bowed his head, with his horse following suit. Anita would have laughed at the absurdity had this not caused the boat to tip over and send Hans tumbling on top of her.

"Err… Hi… Again…" She said not, not actually being sure what to say as her mind was too busy taking in his scent. The horse quickly corrected itself, slamming its hoof back onto the boat. This sent Anita and Hans tumbling back in the other direction, with Anita landing on top of him."

"Oh boy." Hans said, knowing this must have been the worst first impression in the history of first impressions.

"This is awkward. Not that you're awkward, but just because we're –I'm awkward. You're gorgeous. Wait, what?" Anita had no idea what she was even saying anymore, feeling her cheeks begin to blush. Hans quickly got to his feet and helped Anita up again.

"I would like to formally apologize for hitting the Princess of Arendelle with my horse…and for every moment after."

"No. No-no. It's fine. I'm not THAT Princess. I mean if you'd hit my sister Elsa, that would be-yeash! 'Cuz, you know. But, luck you, it's-it's just me."

"Just you?"

However, just as the conversation was starting to gain some sense of normalcy, the bells began to ring.

"The bells. The coronation. I-I-I better go. I have to–I better go." Anita began running off towards the castle, before turning back to wave goodbye. As she rushes off again, Hans waves back. So does the horse.

"Oh no." Hans accepted his fate, falling into the water with a splash.

The coronation takes place inside of a massive church chapel. It seemed like every person on the planet had convened to watch the proceedings. Anita stands to the side of the alter, scanning the crowd for Hans. He waves at her from his pew with a fresh change of clothes.

"Conceal. Don't feel. Conceal. Don't feel." Elsa whispered to herself under her breath as she made her way to the alter. There, she waited for what felt like an eternity for the bishop to place the crown on her head. After, he presents her with the royal scepter and orb. Eager to have this over as soon as possible, Elsa nervously begins to reach for them.

"Uh, your Majesty. The gloves." The Bishop interrupted.

Elsa sighed. She had hoped he wouldn't have noticed. Hands shaking, she removed the gloves and grasped the orb and scepter. Turning around to face the crowd, the bishop began to chant in old Norse.

"Sehm hon HELL-drr IN-um HELL-gum AYG-num ok krund ee THES-um HELLgah STAHTH, ehk teh frahm FUR-ear Uthear..."

Elsa was splitting all of her concentration between trying to keep her powers at bay and trying to make the bishop speak faster through sheer force of will.

"…Queen Elsa of Arendelle." The bishop finally finished just as the orb and scepter began to freeze.

"Queen Elsa of Arendelle!" The crowd cheered.

Just in time, Elsa managed to set the orb and scepter back down on the pillow before anyone noticed the ice. She picks up her gloves and slips them back on. She had made it.

Later in the castle's great hall, the crowd had come together to celebrate. Springy music filled the halls as guests danced, ate, and enjoyed each other's company. Elsa and Anita came together for the first time in ages.

"It's crazy. I mean. I knew you'd always become Queen one day but like you're actually the Queen now."

"Thank you. I'm just glad to have all the formalities out of the way. You look beautiful by the way"

"Thank you. You look beautifuller. I mean, not fuller. You don't look fuller, but more beautiful."

"Thank you. I guess this is what a party looks like huh?"

"It's warmer than I thought. This is so nice. I wish it could be like this all the time."

"Me too.." Elsa caught herself. She stiffened up and looked away. "But it can't."

"Why not? If we-"

"It just can't."

Anita's smile dropped. She had been enjoying the attention from her sister, but now felt like it was also fleeting.

"Excuse me for a minute." Anita walked away. Elsa watched her go, distraught and wishing she could explain why.

Anita wasn't sure where she was going, but she couldn't continue the conversation with her sister. She did her best to weave through the dancing crowd. However, she was caught off balance by a bowing man's butt.

"Glad I caught you." Hans said smoothly, catching her just before she hits the ground."

"And it wasn't even your fault this time" She quipped back.

"Do you care to dance?"

They spent the rest of the night lost in each other's company, dancing around the ballroom, walking through the rose garden, and chatting on the balcony.

"Okay wait, wait. So you have how many brothers?"

"Twelve older brothers. Three of them pretended I was invisible, literally invisible, for two whole years."

"That's horrible."

"It's what brothers do."

"…And sisters. Elsa and I were really close when we were little. But then, one day she just shut me out, and I never knew why."

Hans took her hand and brought her in close. "I would never shut you out." After a pause, he continued. "Can I just say something crazy? Will you marry me?"

"Can I just say something even crazier? Yes."

They returned to the reception giddy with excitement.

"Elsa! I mean, uh Queen. Me again. Um. May I present Prince Hans of the Southern Isles."

"Your Majesty." He bowed.

"We would like uh…" Anita began.

"Your blessing…" Hans picked up where she left off.

"Of…"

"…our marriage!" They said in unison.

"Marriage…? I'm sorry I'm confused."

"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 and then–Wait. Would we live here? Or would I go to the Southern Isles? Or we could split time?"

"Anita. You need to slow down. No one is moving anywhere. No one is getting married."

"Wait, what?"

"May I talk to you? Alone, please."

"No. Whatever you have to say, you-you can say to both of us." Anita exclaimed as she hooked arms with Hans.

"Fine. You can't marry a man you just met."

"You can if it's true love."

"Anita, what do you know about true love?"

"More than you. All you know is how to shut people out."

"You asked for my blessing, but my answer is no. Now, excuse me."

"Your Majesty, if I may ease your-" Hans began to nervously interject.

"No, you may not. And I think you should go." Elsa cut him off and began to walk away. "The party is over. Close the gates."

"What? Elsa! No. No, wait!" Anita yelled, seeing her newfound freedom slipping away. She ran towards Elsa, trying to grab her hand but taking her glove off in the process.

"Give me my glove!"

Anita held the glove away from Elsa, knowing she had no other leverage.

"Elsa, please. Please. I can't live like this anymore."

Both of the sisters were fighting back tears at this point.

"Then you should leave."

"What did I ever do to you. Why do you shout me out?! Why-why do you shut the world out?! What are you so afraid of?!"

"Enough!"

Elsa couldn't hold her powers back any longer. Ice shards shot from her fingertips, spiking across the floor to surround her. Before anyone could process what had just happened, Elsa had already run out of the door.

She ran straight out of the castle and into the town square, where the people of Arendelle and their guests initially cheered for her. She couldn't even process what they were saying. The only thing she knew was that she had to keep running, straight out of Arendelle. Excitement in the crowd quickly turned to panic, as they noticed the strengthening blizzard that followed in the Queen's wake.

"Elsa! Wait, please!" Anita desperately called out."

Elsa glanced back towards her sister, but turns away. With no where left to run, she tentatively walked onto the fjord. As it freezes under her step, she broke into a stride again. Her magic was completely unbound, engulfing Arendelle in an eternal winter.

"I'm going after her." Anita declared. "Bring me my horse, please."

"Anita, no. It's too dangerous." Hans said, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"Elsa's not dangerous. I'll bring her back, and I'll make this right."

"I'm coming with you."

"No, I need you here to take care of Arendelle."

"…On my honor."

With that, Anita snapped the reins and rode out into the snowstorm.