Are you ready to meet Elsa's suitors? I've gotten all my plans for the trilogy writing down, now execute time! Hey, I have gotten some reviews :)

Lord Destroyer: No, Klaus hasn't any powers. If you don't include using the power of true love, then Klaus is an ordinary Lord of Arendelle, who knows Elsa way too well and is dedicated to those he truly loves. If you did get a firepower vibe last chapter, this is because Klaus is very angry man when provoked and isn't a fan of advisors that are too big for their slacks (or dress). Fire and anger are truly one in the same, but after reading this and next chapter, my words would truly make sense.

CartoonGurl201m: As you wish…

So yeah! I'm crazywildchild and this is chapter 2 of TALS Part 1: Thawing a Frozen Prison…. Here's The Suitors Assembly.

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Klaus, many OCs and TALS trilogy © crazywildchild :)

The sun begun its rise as the day was beginning. Klaus wasn't much of a morning person. He smirked while his thoughts were contradicting whatever he was currently thinking. He groaned since his contradicting thought blurted that he loved one. Elsa always had been a morning person ever since he could remember whereas Anna and he weren't. When they were younger, Anna would bother one of them to play with her. The sky's awake, so I'm awake, so we have to play! Whoever taught her how to speak had something wrong with them. He laughed mentally as he thought about what the tutor had to told her. The sun's awake, so you're awake, so you have to learn! He moaned as the sunlight got into his eyes. He placed a pillow over his head to block it. Before he could get back to his doze off again, the heralding trumpet sounded. He sighed. It looked like he wasn't getting anymore sleep. The announcements of the arriving suitors who utterly amuse him will be heading back to their kingdoms every one of them. Klaus smiled cheerily thinking that he might be the one doing the deed.

Klaus walked over to his balcony's window and looked at out over the sea. It was as calm as he was usually. Its beauty seems to relax some of his worries about the event. There was still that nagging voice said, Go for it and he hadn't needed to be a pureblood noble. His father, Sir Sebastian, was raised as a nobleman whereas his mother, Lady Katrina, was a daughter of the local shoemaker. That didn't stop him from falling in love with the most beautiful woman he had ever laid his sights on. It was a prince and pauper story. His father mightn't be a prince, but he was a son of one of the many dukes in Arendelle. Klaus couldn't remember who through since his father never mentioned anything about his family. He smirked as he thought the time the knight almost slipped being roaring drunk while saying anything and everything. The late queen stopped him from drinking his wine hungrily Klaus laughed as he outfitted himself. His smile increased as this day might be a bit interesting. The lord wore a dark green cotton vest over some navy silk collared shirt. He wrapped a short maroon sash around his waist. His pants were a near black color.

Klaus went to check the seaside view again exiting to the balcony. There were many more ships now. He frowned grimly. It's time to be Mr. Nice to those suitors. He sighed as he leaned against the railing. Sometimes being considered less than what you are takes a toll on your heart. He looked to his left and saw some suitors down in the courtyard awing the frozen fountain displays. He smiled Elsa had outdone herself. The frozen centers were rams, the scared animal of Arendelle, on their mountain peaks. Klaus stood as he saw some familiar faces. It was the King and Queen of Corona, Eugene and Rapunzel. Another look around the courtyard was a person that Elsa wouldn't ever have invited with his brother's current reputation in Arendelle. It was the eighth son in royal family of the Southern Isles.

"Charles."

His name rolled off Klaus' tongue like poison. All the princes of he southern isles looked similar: the auburn hair, those traditional sideburns, cunning and devilish smiles and always wanted to rule something. The King of the Southern Isles was the third brother. The eighth brother knew and hated him, as he doesn't use the formalities like he should. He rolled his eyes. What could be more frustrating that those thoughts? Maybe the advisors thought how about we invite someone from the Southern Isles as well as the Northern peninsula, which was a well-known trade partner of Arendelle. He felt the anger from yesterday arising. Klaus tired to calm down, but it wasn't working. Maybe later roaming the gardens would set his mind at ease.

Klaus chuckled horribly. He walked back into his room. The view became only a deserted memory. All he thought of was his plan that the old man collaborated with his wise, courageous and bit judgmental words last night. It was surely perilous if he did take on the persona, but only if he did, then he wouldn't give Elsa some heartache. Klaus was going to be playing someone that either sister recognized. As he thought about the little things, he hadn't realized someone had been knocking. He looked at the door in horror as he listened. Knock. Knock. Knock. Three knocks only two used it beside him. He thought which sister was it. The lord smiled as a muffled voice pronounced his name. He smirked as the fear had vanished quicker than it arrived. It was Princess Anna. The Lord of Arendelle silently thanked whoever was watching him from heaven that it wasn't the queen herself.

"Come in," He called smiling.

The door opened slowly as if she thought he was still sleeping or getting dress since she had her hand over her face. Klaus rolled his eyes and replied lowly, "I'm descent, Anna."

"Oh, this is awkward." She laughed nervously. "I'm positive that you haven't seen yet."

"No, I haven't seen ships approaching in the harbor." He shrugged while continuing to lounge on his couch. "It's too early for anything here."

The princess laughed, "Come on, we need to get downstairs."

"Your way?" he smirked.

Anna grinned nodding while she pulled her childhood friend out of his isolation state. It wasn't anything he hadn't felt before with her. Anna was the only sister of the royal family he considered his sister. His relationship with Elsa was more leaning towards romantic feelings than sibling love. Anna knew exactly what he was thinking with no words exchanged between them. There were lines, but she knew how to read those with reading the man's face. He smiled at least one sister won't hate him. Hopefully, Cyrus felt the same way.

Elsa sat on her throne as she was forced to see all of the participants. Some she wanted to send them back home while others seem to surprise with their feats. Kai begun calling off the names, but she was hardly paying any attention. She frowned as meeting these suitors was a waste of a perfect day. The queen sighed mentally as regal and poise ladies don't show anything openly.

Elsa caught the sight of her strawberry blond right hand in the corner of her eye. Anna was dragging poor, defenseless Klaus behind her. Elsa smiled, as he didn't want to be there much like herself. That thought was very amusing. To be honest, Klaus was very amusing on these days. Elsa remembered, when she came out of her room occasionally, she would see him at least crash into one object or many. He was dragged by the happy, overexcited princess. His hazel eyes wouldn't ever change towards Anna. He might have complained about the incident, but what was surprising he was always like that even when Elsa froze the table on accident once when they were at least five. He was napping during their lessons once again and frankly, she wanted to tease him about. His drool would became solid ice. She giggled as he spit out of the ice. He glared at her for a while but he laughed it off. You'll get it, princess. The five-year-old Klaus smiled evilly. You'll get it at least expected moment. Klaus had gotten his revenge through a raging tickle fire at her sensitive sides. She shuddered.

"Your majesty, the Count of Austria, Marcos Wagner," Kai introduced her first suitor.

The count was handsome and charming man about a couple years older, Elsa could admit, but something about his frown postured on his face got her uninterested fast. He had short brown hair and darkened brown eyes. Elsa couldn't throw the idea that he was a killer with those eyes. He bowed humbly. It gave her mixed feelings about the count. The queen held her hand out for the friendly kiss upon it. His smile was filled with pearly whites. Elsa forced herself to stay poise and regal as the ruler of Arendelle. That smile had her believe those thoughts about his murderous nature. Elsa had to conclude that he took pride in his country since he was wearing the colors. According to Klaus, Count Marcos was a warrior through and through. He was attending to assessment his strengths with others and proving himself that he's not only a lower than any prince or duke. Elsa presented her hand. The Count of Austria grabbed it and kissed it as for tradition. Elsa was happy that she was wearing gloves since he was a bit on the sloppy side. The queen was disgusted.

"Prince Kellan of Demark."

The prince was an older man who seemed to be delighted in his looks and was very flamboyant and fetching. He wore his hair a low short ponytail. He went to run his hand through his hair. Prince Kellan didn't seem to be some of the spoil princes that Elsa had expected from the royal family of Denmark. He was attractive but not too much and his smile was very ordinary. Elsa rolled her eyes. She kept thinking about Klaus. She was going to struggle the Lord of Arendelle for those thoughts. Prince Kellan's green eyes shined slightly. While Klaus' hazel eyes had a warm glow seen through any darkness. A frown appeared on her face. The lighting in the room gave his light brown hair a shiny coat. Elsa was pleased that Kellan had good taste in colors. He was in some blue shades from navy to sky blue and going to darker blue lighter than the navy. The Prince of Denmark also kissed her hand with less saliva. Klaus told her that he didn't knew the prince personally. That meant he hadn't a clue why the prince had entered.

"Prince August of France."

Elsa was pretty sure that the French prince had reminded her of her late father. He was about thirty years. Prince August had light blond hair, brown eyes and a thin mustache. Prince Auguste smirked as he caught her gawking. She blushed. He was handsome and very charming yet there was a sadness in his eyes. She was curious now. Why had they been filled with some much dread? Was there one he loved and been forced to union his kingdom to hers? Elsa could share that since the one she loved was standing by her sister. She never felt jealousy towards her sister even if she was a closer to Klaus than Elsa ever was. She felt jealousy towards Klaus more than Anna. Klaus spent those ten years of isolation with Anna everyday and every minute of those days. She frowned it was so pity to be jealous that her sister had a good time with another. The thing she missed the most was the time she couldn't spend with her little sister. She presented her hand to the French prince. He gently took it as placed a feather-like kiss. She blushed for the hundredth time that day.

"Prince Zander of the Land without Rain."

Prince Zander was far from fair skinned. His skin was a golden tan. His brown eyes brightened as he smiled wider. It was purely white. He bowed and explained it wasn't appropriate to kiss a maiden's hand in his country with an amusing look. Elsa saw Klaus when she met Prince Zander's face. It was amazingly awing how he had the same smile to the slight details that Klaus always did. The queen amused thinking that Klaus and Zander could be brothers. When Kai instructed the prince to his exit, Zander smiled again.

"Thank you, good sir." He bowed to Kai.

Elsa watched Prince Zander walked over the Lord of Arendelle as if he knew him. The queen tried to listen to their conservation before Kai announced the next possible suitor to become her king. She forced herself not to roll her eyes. It was very interesting that Klaus could rub bits of his personality on other people even the royalty and their officials around the world.

"Duke of Maldonia, Chinwendu Bashir."

While the next suitor was introduced, that craze prince he only met once when he was vising the kingdom of Irin, which was formally known as the Land without Rain, hugged Klaus. It was a strange place. The strangest person he met was the first heir in centuries to born into the court of Irin and Zander's father, Boutros, was chosen by the previous ruler's advisors from many nobles within the region. Klaus remembered him because he was a good man and was like the late King of Arendelle as taking pride in his country, loved his people, and gave all he could in order to rule his kingdom with a just heart. It was a noble undertaking.

"How are you, Klaus?" The prince smiled.

Anna looked confused as she turned to Klaus, "You two have met."

"When I visited Irin, I met the royal family." Klaus explained. " Zander and I became friends instantly. I really didn't want to return to Arendelle."

She slapped his shoulder and laughed, "You wouldn't leave your queen for anywhere, milord."

"It's good to see you again, Prince Zander." Klaus bowed humbly.

"It's Zander to you, dear Klaus." He amused. We'll talk again, later. Lord Klaus. Princess Anna."

Elsa hadn't noticed that the next suitor was already in front of her. She looked at Klaus, Anna and Zander while they were talked briefly. The queen was very confused. Her poise and regal persona was broken when her expression changed to utter confusion. The Duke of Maldonia looked as confused as she was about what she was feeling. He was a concerned looking man. His blond hair was a short crew cut. His dark skin didn't go much with the yellow color of his hair. Those brown eyes had this control and calm persona, which reminded her of another thing about Klaus she absolutely adored. It was something she couldn't believe. All these suitors made her want Klaus as her king even more than a simple suggestion between her parents and her. It was a brief conversation held before they departed to the wedding of the Princess of Corona. She sighed. Her mother explained that true love should be why she married. Her father jokingly mentioned Klaus and her wedding would be a strange affair. She blushed as she quickly faced the fireplace of the drawing room. Her father placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, as he told her when she was queen, she should find a man who cares about the country as much as he loved her.

"Your highness, please call me, Wendu." He bowed. "I prefer Wendu."

Elsa nodded, "In all honestly, Wendu, you call me, Elsa."

"Thank you, Queen Elsa. I prefer to call you by your title." Wendu smiled, "This is your country. Maybe if you visit Maldonia, I might consider it."

Elsa smiled as she nodded. He was a very well mannered man. His smile made Elsa forget her fears. She seemed at ease a bit. The queen held out her hand as Wendu kissed it modestly.

"Prince Damian of the Northern Isles"

Prince Damian smiled as he walked towards her. The Northern and Southern Isles were related once. Elsa always had a better diplomatic relationship in the Northern region of the Isles. His auburn hair was shorter than the princes that she knew from the Southern Isles. He had a freshly shaved face. His smile was something that she didn't even want to think about it. All these men smiles so far had reminded of a certain Lord of Arendelle. She had to admit it was brilliant. According to Klaus, there are only two princes belonging to the Northern Isles' royal family compared to the thirteen princes of their neighbors. Elsa's hand was grabbed gently and kissed fashionably manner.

"Duke of Portugal, José Eduardo Azevedo."

Elsa felt those three suitors had gotten through the fastest. The Duke of Portugal was a good-looking tanned man with spiky brown hair and gorgeous hazel eyes. Elsa felt hazel-eyed men were assumed, in her book, the kindest and gentlest for anyone. He was happy for being there forcefully. She hardly believed that some came to get the title of King of Arendelle. That had depressed her ever since the advisors had told her that this was a good competition. This might see who was interested in her was currently being defining as an understatement. Kai presented the Duke of Seville came with the Spanish prince, Ferdinand. Duke of Seville, Jesper Maurice Alvarado, was another older man who had seemed too happy to be there. He was smiling idiotically. His bronzed skin was the home of dark brown hair and somewhat odd blue eyes. Elsa thought he might've down this before and having those women fall heads over heels, but she wouldn't be added to that list. The Prince of Spain was called and displayed a fake smile as if he was feeling the exact opposite of his brethren. His skin was also tan. Each suitor placed a quick peck on her hand. Kai had gotten through most of the names and he was currently losing his queen in her own thoughts until he spoke the name that she felt fright.

"Prince Charles of the Southern Isles."

Elsa felt disgusted and probably looked the part. It wasn't strange to hear the advisors forgive the Southern Isles' kingdom, but Elsa and her close compatriots had other ideas. Prince Charles looked like an older Hans. This made Elsa and, what she could see, Anna shiver. Elsa looked through her peripheral vision at Anna, who was protectively in the arms of Klaus. It was simply something a kingdom can overlook when looking at a broken heart of the princess, an attempted assassination of the queen, and very strained diplomatic relationship between the Southern Isles and Arendelle and its allies. She let out her hand for a simple kiss upon it. The prince bowed and knelt as if he was planning on proposing to her and whispers went throughout the room. She rolled her eyes.

"My deepest apologizes, your majesty, my brother isn't much of a gentleman yet. He doesn't understand our relationship with our allies. Arendelle wasn't meant a conquest."

"Your apologize isn't accepted, Prince Charles." Elsa said authorized yet it sounded like venom. "What your brothers' actions created chaos and cannot be forgiven. Kai, please escort Prince Charles away."

Kai escorted the Southern Isles' eighth prince away from the queen. Elsa forced herself not to send him to the dungeons. Kai called the final suitor and the Duke of Wales was a short young man who was only eighteen. Elsa didn't want to be mean, as she usually never took interest in younger men. Vincent Bevan seemed to be a very kind, quiet soul. Elsa frowned mentally she was afraid to ask him to excuse himself from the tournament, but she couldn't bring herself to say that. When his sky blue eyes met hers, she felt déjà vu moments before. It was different because it was about her sister. Do you want to build a snowman? She sighed mentally as she leant her hand towards the boy. He kissed it and bowed. He walked off the stage getting thumbs up by Prince Zander. That one was a strange creature.

Elsa was sick of all the suitors, as she couldn't make any more judgments mentally. She continued to sit on her throne thinking about why Arendelle didn't have a competitor. Klaus had offered, but it was never explored. She wished Klaus was apart

She sighed and mumbled, "I'm done with this tournament."

This had the most wasted night that Elsa spent it as the Queen of Arendelle. The music started again. Everyone seemed to be having an enjoyable experience except for her. Elsa looked towards Anna and Klaus dancing around the floor. She walked Klaus' smile grew bigger each time Anna laughed. Her heart felt something she felt towards Klaus and her sister's relationship. Jealousy. Why did she think that friendship would become some romance? Anna had Kristoff and she was happy, as the queen wasn't told otherwise. She had grown to love how Klaus had treated anyone without knowing exactly whom they were. It was truly a gift that Elsa wished she had. There she saw her sister's happiness with her childhood crush had broken a bit of her heart. It was something that no one should ever feel, but she felt it bad. She sighed. The Duke of Maldonia walked towards her and humbly bowed.

"Your majesty, do you care to share a dance?" Wendu smiled. "Your majesty, do you care to share a dance?" Wendu smiled.

"I would like that, thank you." Elsa took one more glance towards Klaus and her sister. "t had to be impossible to feel anything for her, as she was the Ice Queen of Arendelle.

Wendu laughed, "He likes you I can see that. The way he looks at you. He seems very shy, but a friendly gentleman.

"Wendu, you haven't known Klaus your whole life," the queen smiled blushing. "He's definitely not a shy character."

Klaus leaned against one of the pillars in the throne room. He was certain that he had to appear as his alter ego soon than later. His thoughts were about to catch up with his lies. It wasn't anything he hadn't felt before. Klaus frowned. It was only a strange and lawless idea. He was surprised that the old man gave him permission to go on with his plan to prove that true love could conquer anything even some mug looking, bad mannered and over unrealistic princes, dukes and the count. Klaus admitted that some princes and two dukes were nicer than the others. His eyes glanced around the room as the queen danced with some princes all friendly too. He smiled sadly as she had the right to and all. This was for her happiness through he thought the opposite.

"Hey stranger." A familiar voice said amusingly. "This is how Arendelle celebrate birthdays. I want in!"

The Lord of Arendelle looked up and saw the King and Queen of Corona. Eugene was smiling his strange grin that Klaus knew something was going on. Rapunzel smiled at him as she stepped away from her husband to kiss the lord on his cheek.

"Klaus how are you?"

"I've been better." He laughed. "No, this is a party for me."

"Too bad." Eugene frowned. "Well, you get two beauties as friends. You're so lucky."

Rapunzel looked at him glaring. Eugene said he was jokingly playing with his friend. Rapunzel had somewhat reminded Klaus of an older Anna. The queen was about his age, but she was a bit older. Before he knew it, he had a princess on his arm and he received a modest kiss. Eugene laughed like a hyena as he joked about Klaus' attraction to royals and how he always finds the hearts of princesses. Klaus frowned as he remembered when he told Eugene about how most princesses wanted him and his charming, eccentric personality and how they want the cutest little heirs for their kingdoms. The retired King of Corona was also in this conservation and admitted that Klaus was very lucky to be friendly and handsome yet serious man.

"Hello Klaus." Elsa walked up hooked arms with the Duke of Maldonia.

"I'm Chinwendu Bashir." The man spoke offering his hand.

"Klaus Hendriksen." His face went blank.

The Duke of Stealing True Loves had gotten on Klaus' last nerves and dropped his hand back to his side. Anna stopped the lord to knock that smile off his face. She grasped his hand firm. It was their trigger as if they both knew exactly what each other was thinking that instance. What made him even angrier was when the duke leaned to whisper into his queen's ear. The queen promptly giggled as silently as a proper lady should. His anger would give him in some diplomatic trouble with Arendelle and Maldonia. He smiled politely, which was a sign that Elsa took that he was completely ticked by the situation. Elsa did have her devious moments. She smiled inwardly as she was amused when he was like this. Maybe Wendu was right. He had feelings for her.

Elsa switched from his devious love to the proper, poised queen of Arendelle.

"I believe we haven't met properly." Elsa smiled, "Welcome to my lovely kingdom."

"Thanks," Rapunzel replied. "I'm Rapunzel and this is my husband, Eugene."

"We fairly acquainted with this young man," Eugene roped his arm around the Lord of Arendelle.

Elsa smiled as Klaus' face became brightened to a light red. "He hasn't mentioned either of you."

Eugene gasped overdramatically and fully hugged Klaus' head, which caused him to turn into a walking tomato. "He's a very bad boy in not doing that and not very good neighbor either."

Klaus' face started to change to another color before Rapunzel reacted.

"Eugene!"

"What?"

Eugene had realized he was choking the poor lord. He let go of his head and helped Klaus back on his feet. The lord held on the pillar and inhaled uncomfortably until his breath was gain again. Elsa felt a bit worried about the lord currently. Her heart was beating harder than it ever did when the two people that she loved the most in this world were injured. Klaus began choking and realized that he was going to be sick. Eugene started apologizing, but Klaus stopped him saying it was fine and that he would live. Anna helped him to a standing position. He thanked and kissed her brotherly upon her forehead. The King of Corona asked if Klaus wanted a little help to get back to his room. The lord nodded. The men walked out of the throne room and Eugene was only one returned. This saddened Elsa. Nothing could tell her why did she felt this awkwardness in the pit of her stomach. He was the only one who had broken her wall of isolation. She wanted to be by his side. He was the only one who could take her heart. She sighed watching the others enjoying the night. Kristoff had finally made it and gotten to dance with her sister. She was really lucky to have more than one man to care about her.

"Hello, your majesty." A voice said. "Would you join me in this dance?"

Elsa turned breaking her thoughts and saw a masked stranger. He offered his hand and Elsa was hesitant in taking his hand. His smile was encouragingly. The young monarch smiled softly. She took her hand as he spun her around to face him. He smirked slightly as being very suspicious that she wasn't enjoying herself. Elsa hadn't met his eyes yet. Klaus smiled inwardly. It was a bit awkward. Elsa seemed to have gotten into their tempo than the song's tempo. The queen looked upon the stranger. His dark brown hair glowed with a natural golden shimmer. He was in a dark jacket with matching pants. His shirt was a ghostly red. She took one look at his shining hazel eyes under the black mask. Those eyes had this similar warm and curious look. Elsa leaned onto his shoulder as they continued around the floor. The stranger was friendly, handsome, and very charming yet mysterious, secluded, and gingerly. He had to be the Prince Charming that most would discard because of he wasn't much a talkative person. He spoke politely and very quiet. It was interesting. He smiled as he spun her again. They were brilliantly in tempo. Elsa felt her heart beat even harder. It was something she hadn't felt in a long time. The man's hazel eyes might have done flipped the butterflies in her stomach.

"What is your name, stranger?"

He pauses and smiled softly," It's Cyrus."

"That's a beautiful name."

They continued to dance around the throne room. Cyrus had caught six princes, two dukes and the count staring at Elsa and him dancing. Prince Charles and his mates, Prince Ferdinand of Spain and Prince Auguste of France, collectively laughed. Cyrus thought his presence was truly stopping the world's rotation. He stopped dancing, which caused the queen to lift her head. He smiled awkwardly. The elder advisor stood as he smiled at the two. He nodded. The wise old man knew that he was Klaus. There was one person that knew his little secret. He nodded thanking the old man silently.

"Cyrus?"

"I've got to go, my queen." He smiled. "I'll see you tomorrow, your highness."

"Wait," She called.

Before Elsa could ask him any more questions, he escaped out of sight. The only thing she found was a torn piece of his cape on a sharp corner. She looked at the piece as she grabbed for it. The windy night blew it away as she examined it. Elsa tried to reach out. It was riding the current and out her reach. This tournament was getting stranger than Elsa could think it would.

"Your majesty," Kai come out onto the balcony. "It's time to dismiss the suitors to their rooms."

"Thank you, Kai." Elsa smiled.

Kai guided her majesty back into the throne room. Everyone bowed and curtsied when she entered. It was a disturbing watching her sister curtseys, but it was anticipated. Anna smiled when Elsa moved past her and received a smile from the queen. Her smile was different than her usual regal smile she kept on when they had guests. Anna giggled slightly as she placed her hand to hide her smile. She met someone she took interest in, but who was it. The princes, the dukes and the count had given her another kiss on her hand. When Prince Charles of the Southern Isles arrived to place his kiss, Anna felt herself trying to not gag. She wanted to tackle the eighth son and to punch him repeatedly in his smug face when he reached for her sister's hand. Elsa was disgusted as she pulled away her hand. Prince Charles looked amused while he complimented her hair. She simply waved her hand for Kai to take the prince out of the throne room.

Anna went towards her sister and whispered, "Are you okay?"

"Yes," Elsa replied.

Anna giggled, "You met someone. Is he here?"

Anna eyed the princes, the dukes and the count as if they were one of them. Elsa laughed softly.

"I assure you it's not one of them."

"Then who?"

"He'll be participating tomorrow. His name is Cyrus."

"Cute?"

"Highly." The queen smiled dreamily.

The sisters shared a giggle. Anna and Elsa walked out of the throne room together arm in arm. The two parted ways, as Elsa wanted to check on her friend while Anna complained about her warm bed was waiting for her return. Anna teased her as she accused her that she wasn't only going to check up on the lord. The queen slapped her sister's arm in disbelief. A blush rushed upon her pale face. Anna laughed as the princess kissed her sister's cheek gently. The princess smiled and winked at her sister happily. Elsa rolled her eyes how could she have such a great relationship with her exact opposite sister. She laughed slightly.

Elsa walked a little further to locate her childhood friend's room. The thoughts in her head ran around the mysterious guest. She felt like she could fall and be caught in his arms. She sighed, but she didn't notice the person she was looking for was right in front of her. She wasn't much paying attention in front of her as she ran into the Lord of Arendelle, who had gotten out of the assembly early. She quickly apologized. He chuckled.

"You really don't have to apologize so formally, Snow Beauty."

Elsa felt her legs trembled as he spoke a name that she hadn't heard in those undying thirteen years of isolation. She'd seen it in his little letters to her as some were only between them. Anna would only write on the envelope saying, do you want to build a snowman or some didn't say much of anything as she colored pictures on it instead like one with them making a snowman, Klaus and Anna waving or Klaus covered in snow while Anna giggled. Elsa blushed not wanting make connect with his hazel eyes. The queen agreed that Klaus had his dreamboat qualities: his smile, those warm eyes, and the gentlest heart in Arendelle. She forced herself not to sigh, as he was right there. He felt her forehead while he thought she might've had a fever. Elsa felt her face was hot because she was thinking of two men at once.

"You're burning up." Klaus observed. "Are you okay, Elsa?"

"I'm fine, Klaus. Don't worry about me." She lied and smiled a phony sweet smile.

He smiled as if catching her in the act, "Okay. You'll call me if you need anything."

The queen nodded. The lord walked off in the direction of his room. Elsa looked to see where he went, but when she looked around, the lord was gone. She sighed happily. If it was a sin to fall in love with two men, Elsa was true believer of that sin. Unknown to her, Klaus didn't quite arrive to his room as he hid behind a pillar. He smiled, as this is true love not the tournament that he was sure. Cyrus was entered into the tournament at the queen's command.

Yes, Cyrus has entered! Who else thinks this duel thing is a little creepy? Will Klaus become a bit crazy while he plays as Sir Cyrus of Arendelle? What do you believe? Plus here are the ages of the other suitors (title and first name only):

Count Marcos: 25; Prince Kellan: 27; Prince Auguste: 29; Prince Zander: 23; Duke Wendu: 28; Prince Damian: 20; Duke José: 19; Duke Jesper: 27; Prince Ferdinand: 28; Prince Charles: 26; Duke Vincent: 18.

Who's your favorite suitor so far and why? Read & Review! xD

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