People. So many people. All with their eyes fixed on her. Elsa looked up and saw the choir singing, but she didn't hear their voices. All she heard was a nervous ringing in her ears. She took the agonizing steps up to the front. Anna was there. Strangely, instead of making Elsa feel better, her little sister's presence gave her an even bigger sense of fear.

Next thing she knew, she was bowing her head to receive the crown being placed atop her head. When she lifted her head, she came face to face with the objects on the pillow in front of her.

'Let's just get this over with,' she thought. She reached for the scepter and the orb, only to be stopped by the bishop.

"Your majesty," he whispered, "the gloves."

Just as she feared. She froze for a moment, then shakily, she took off her gloves. She picked up the objects, and faced the audience. They stood and smiled. She panicked.

The scepter and orb started to freeze. She quickly turned around, set down the objects, and put her gloves back on. She once again faced the audience.

And that's when she saw him.

He was tall, lean, and extremely handsome. He had messy white hair, and looked about her age. He wore very strange clothing, especially for a coronation, and carried a large staff, but it wasn't his clothes she was looking at.

It was his face.

He had a pale complexion, thin lips, and a muscular jaw. But what she was most intrigued by was his eyes.

They were an unnatural blue, and very piercing. There was so much experience in those eyes. They were the eyes of someone who had seen so much, too much. And she was gazing right into them.

She quickly looked away and walked out of the chapel like she had practiced so many times, hoping he hadn't noticed.

He noticed.

She had been looking right at him.

At first, Jack thought that she was looking at the guy behind him, some fancy-schmancy prince from the Northern, no, Southern Isles. But no. She was staring right into his eyes. No, it was more than that. It felt like she had been gazing past his eyes and into his very soul.

She could see him. She believed in him. Which was weird, cause most people her age stop believing in the Guardians.

But while she had been staring at him, he had been staring right back at her. How could he not? She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen in his entire life. What was her name? Oh yeah.

Elsa. Queen Elsa of Arendelle.

'I have to see her,' Jack thought. Wait, what was he thinking? She's the queen. Not exactly just some little kid.

But, he noticed something during the ceremony. She looked scared. Sure, he could understand someone being nervous about becoming ruler, but her face- it displayed pure terror.

'I have to see her,' he thought again. Jack looked around. The chapel was nearly empty now. He went outside into the light. Everyone seemed to be going into the castle.

'There must be some kind of celebration. I should get going. But what would a party be without a little fun?'

He started to enter the castle, flying over the growing crowd. Wait.

"I can't wear this! This is the Queen we're talking about! I need some more 'formal' attire."

As soon as he snuck some appropriate clothing from a shop, which he swore to himself that he would bring back, he entered the castle, in search of the new queen.

Elsa stood by her new throne and watched the people dance. The orchestra played one of her favorite lively tunes, but she didn't bother dancing. She had told the Duke of Weasleton that she didn't dance, which was a complete and utter lie. What else would she be doing for 21 years alone in her bedroom? She had gotten to be pretty good at it.

She stared into the crowd, the feeling of guilt overwhelming her. Just minutes before, she had snapped at Anna and rejected her. She hated herself for it. Anna must think that she has the world's worst sister. Who was she kidding, Anna does have the world's worst sister!

Anna had wandered off somewhere. Elsa was sure that she saw her dancing with a young man. That was just like Anna; she delighted anyone who met her, unlike Elsa, who felt like no one liked her.

Her thoughts were interrupted when she saw a head of white, messy hair weaving though the dancers. The world seemed to go in slow motion as he made his way to her. Finally, after what seemed like ages, he appeared before her.

He was no longer wearing the blue hoodie and brown pants, but was wearing a formal Arendelle suit. He still wore the same white smile, still had the same mischievous eyes.

She didn't know what is was, but something about him made all of her fears, all of her worries, just disappear. She felt safe when she was around him. She had never even spoken to him.

"Hello, Your Highness. Congratulations on becoming, well, Queen."

"Thank you. That's very kind. May I ask your name?" she spoke as calmly as she could.

"It's...Jackson. Jackson Overland. May I have the pleasure in asking you to dance, Queen Elsa?"

"I...I really don't dance."

"Are you sure?" He raised his eyebrows at her and she felt the corners of her mouth rise slightly.

"Well, maybe just one dance."

She had to be dreaming. There was no way that this moment could be real. It was just too perfect.

Jackson held her tightly as they danced to the music. He had one hand firmly behind her back, the other gently holding her gloved hand. He obviously had experience with ballroom dancing.

She mentally scolded herself, for she could not seem to stop staring at him. What was so special about him? He was just some traveler. Just some handsome, friendly, charming traveler. 'C'mon, get it together!' she thought to herself. 'He probably does this to every girl he meets. Why would he pay any special attention to me? Surely he isn't trying to use his charms and humor to get my wealth. Is he?'

What she was really wondering was why he had insisted on dancing outside on the balcony. It was quite odd, the people looked at her as if she were with a ghost, as if she were the only one they saw go out onto the balcony. But strangely, being alone with him didn't make her feel uncomfortable, but rather the opposite.

She had been so busy with her thoughts that she didn't notice that he was staring right into her eyes. She wondered if he could read minds.

"So, Jackson Overland, if you don't really have a kingdom to call your own, why did you come to my coronation? I'm flattered, but I don't believe we have ever met."

"Well, your coronation is kinda the talk of the town, your highness. I heard about it and decided to come and see the new Queen of Arendelle for myself. And I must say, I'm very glad that I came."

"You know, you still haven't told me what your favorite food is, Queen Elsa," said Jackson.

"What? My favorite food?"

"Sure. Here, I'll go first. Mine is-"

"Chocolate?" said Elsa.

"How did you know that?"

"I saw you at the food table getting thirds and fourths of it," Elsa giggled.

"Oh yeah? Well, I saw your longing look at that very same chocolate."

"Alright, yes. Mine is chocolate too. You are quite forward for a stranger, especially toward a queen," said Elsa with a raised eyebrow.

"I like to think of it as being more...personal," said Jack. "Now that we know a little something about each other, we're no longer strangers." Then he gave a smirk that could make ice melt.

"No," said Elsa with a smile. "I guess not."