The Other Prince

By Alex H S

Summary: After the war, Harry was dumped through the veil; "He must be dark!" they said, "he control's snow and ice like Slytherin!"

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Frozen, it would be awesome if I did but I don't.

-T.O.P-

Chapter 3

The Coronation

Three years had passed since the deaths of the King and Queen of Arendelle. Harry had visited their grave two months after they had died, finally having managed to rein his powers in. He had sat there for hours in front of Evelyn's tombstone crying. He had his gloves with him but took them off just before he left.

"I've been practicing, like you said I should." He'd said, and had created an ice statue of her and himself together. It was permanent and could never be melted, the statue could only be seen by those who knew of Harry's powers.

Three years, and he was finally returning to Arendelle; it was Elsa's coronation. Harry would bet his, rather large, inheritance that Elsa would be absolutely petrified. He knew that the monarch had to hold the sceptre and orb with their bare hands, no gloves allowed.

Harry had often thought of Elsa in those three years, he wondered if her powers had come under control at all but Harry doubted it. If anything, control would have gotten worse with the death of her parents; his certainly had.

So there he was, in his guest room in the castle of Arendelle waiting for the coronation to start. He was dressed in an outfit that was reminiscent of what Walter had normally worn, only it was in dark maroon with silver trim. He also wore the dark silver gloves that were the leaving present from Evelyn.

Harry was startled out of his musing when he felt some snow land on him. Thinking of Evelyn always hurt so he let out his sadness and the frustration that his lack of control brought through tears. He managed to get the snowfall to stop and melt without leaving any mess before he left for the abbey ten minutes later.

When he reached his destination, he was directed to his seat that was in the front row. It seemed that being Crown Prince of the closest ally to Arendelle had its benefits. Although it did have its downsides, he was sat next to the Duke of Weselton after all.

During the ceremony, he noticed that Princess Anna seemed captivated by someone that was sitting behind him. Ignoring her, he focused on Elsa. She looked absolutely stunning in her teal dress and royal purple cape, Harry almost gasped at her beauty when the crown was added. Although, he flinched when the Archbishop said about the gloves.

When Elsa turned around, he was impressed that she had managed to stop her powers from freezing the sceptre and orb straight away. He did get worried, however, when they started to frost over lightly, he could tell that Elsa did too. He frowned and discretely checked to see if anyone else had noticed. No one was reacting to anything so he relaxed.

Facing forward again, he saw Elsa put on her gloves as fast as she could. She then calmly turned to face the witnesses to her coronation. She wore a polite smile but her eyes widened when her eyes landed on him. He frowned as he wondered what could have been the cause of her reaction.

But his own eyes widened when he saw her gloves. His claps faltered as he looked at his own gloves then back at Elsa's, they were exactly the same.

It was the coronation ball and Harry was stood in the shadows of one of the stone pillars, he didn't really like dancing; oh don't get him wrong, he could dance, his Papa had made sure of that, but he didn't enjoy it.

He bowed when Elsa and her younger sister were introduced by Kai and started to make his way over to them. He waited until the Duke had returned Anna after their dance.

He watched as they laughed about the Duke's dancing, it was rather legendary after all.

"Are you ok?"

"I've never been better. This is so nice, I wish it could be like this all the time."

"Me too." Harry gave a soft smile and was about to step in when Elsa stiffened and looked away, "But it can't."

"Why not? If-"

"It just can't." Elsa turned away from her sister rather sharply. Anna excused herself a moment later. Harry frowned and stepped out of the shadows.

"You shouldn't let the powers get between you and your sister."

Elsa turned to sharply face him and her eyes narrowed once again, "And you are?"

"Oh, excuse my lack of manners, Crown Prince Harrison James Arcturus of the Black Isle, your majesty."

"You're Harry…?"

He gave a soft smile filled with longing, "I take it that your mother spoke of me?"

Elsa returned the smile but hers was filled with sadness, "Yes, she said something about wanting the two of us to meet at one point. She spoke of you quite fondly when she returned from her visit to your Kingdom."

"Aye, I missed her when she left. These gloves? These were her leaving present to me."

Elsa's eyes travelled from his face to the gloves, and back again. "Why did she give you them?"

"For the same reason that your father gave you yours. Control."

Elsa stood motionless, "You…have the cur- powers too?"

"I find it as much of a curse as you do. I almost froze your mother one day, King Walter wasn't too pleased."

Elsa laughed, a true laugh, not the fake one's she used when one of the guests said a joke, "I imagine that he was not. He loved my mother very much."

"As he did you. They both did."

Elsa's head sharply faced his again, "They spoke of me?"

"Yes, your mother especially. She was the one to help me control my powers the most, she used comparisons between things you and I had done to make things easier."

Elsa gave another regretful smile when something clicked in her mind, "It was you that created the statue then?"

"You could see it?"

"Yes, though I don't think anyone else could."

Harry laughed, "Trust you to be able to see it, I made it so only people who knew about my powers could see it. I guess you were exempt as you have the very same powers. Did you like it? It was a replica of a scene I painted involving the two of us that week."

"It is beautiful. How did you manage to make it last?"

"I'm not quite sure, I just wished for it to never get damaged in any way when I made it."

The two of them stood in a comfortable silence together, watching the guests for a couple of minutes until the current dance finished.

"May I have this dance, your majesty?" Harry said with a bow. At Elsa's hesitation he continued, "You can't hurt me, remember."

"Very well, but call me Elsa." She hesitantly replied, swapping her coronation cloak for a shorter one that was made for her to dance in that evening.

"Only if you call me Harry, Harrison is too stuffy for my tastes."

Harry led Elsa over to the dance floor and the two got into position.

"Presenting Queen Elsa of Arendelle and Crown Prince Harrison of Black Isle." Kai announced, showing that it was the Queen's first dance. As decorum demanded, all of the other couples stepped to the side of the ballroom to watch the first dance.

"You'd better be able to dance, Harry. I don't want to make a fool of myself at my coronation ball." Elsa smiled quietly, just loud enough so her dance partner could hear.

Harry laughed, "Wouldn't dream of it, Elsa. Papa made sure I could dance well, he was horrified at my dancing when he first saw it. I had sore feet for a month."

"I don't doubt it, Anna spoke fondly of your father whenever he came to stay."

Harry looked at Elsa, questioning, "My father came to stay?"

Elsa returned his questioning glance with a strange look, "Yes. Many times, from what I can recall. Although, only since I was about thirteen and Anna ten. I would hear them playing outside my room."

Harry paused the conversation, leading Elsa gently around the ballroom. Anna and another man burst through the doors into the ballroom, though they sobered up and stood quietly when they realised what was going on. Harry frowned, thinking he recognised the man but he couldn't remember his name straight away, so he turned his attention away from them and onto Elsa again. "Why did you never join them?"

"Because all I would do is hurt them." Elsa replied bitterly, glancing away from her dance partner's face, frowning.

Harry sighed in response, "Neither of us have much control, Elsa; but locking it away only makes it worse. I should know." When Elsa was about to ask what he meant, Harry felt the music swell and come to an end, "I'll explain later."

As soon as they had finished their dance, the guests all burst into applause, even the Duke of Weselton, despite his sour face. Harry imagined that it was sour because Elsa had turned the Duke's offer down, saying she didn't dance; yet she had danced with him anyway. Harry bowed to Elsa and kissed her hand, whilst Elsa curtsied to him. Many people raised an eyebrow when Elsa curtsied; usually the monarch wouldn't curtsy/bow and bow their head to their dance partner, it was a sign of mutual respect and deference; Harry included.

Elsa and Harry moved off of the dance floor back to the throne when Anna came up to them.

"You were beautiful Elsa!"

"Indeed she was, your highness." Harry said, tipping his head to his partner's younger sister. "If you'll excuse me, Elsa. I have something to attend to in my rooms."

Elsa smiled at him gently, "It was nice to meet you, Harry. Thank you for the dance, I shall come find you later about what you said whilst we were dancing."

"Very well. Your highness. Prince…?" Harry trailed off, still not remembering the man's name.

"Oh, Prince Hans of the Southern Isles." The light-brown haired man responded with a small bow.

"Crown Prince Harrison James Arcturus of Black Isle." Harry managed to keep his reaction to the name at a minimum, only narrowing his eyes. Elsa noticed and decided that his reaction couldn't mean anything good.

"Harry, in fact, before you go, would I be able to speak with you? In private?" she added, after she noticed Harry's hesitance.

"Very well, your majesty."

"Anna, Prince Hans, if you'll excuse the two of us for a short moment."

Anna opened her mouth to object when Hans placed his hand on her arm and whispered something to her, causing them both to giggle.

Harry and Elsa walked to the edge of the room and stood in the shadows together.

"Harry, why does Prince Hans worry you?"

Harry stood with one hand behind his back and the other tracing the patterns of the wall, thinking over his answer.

"Two years ago, the Queen of the Southern Isles visited my kingdom, wishing to make a trade agreement. She brought Hans with her, as well as his two youngest elder brothers. Liam and Ryan were friendly, as was Hans at first. After the first week of negotiations, I overheard Hans talking with someone in our courtyard. He mentioned something about an attack on the castle. I ignored it, but not two days later, a group of heavily armed and well trained men breached the castle and tried to kill my father and me. It failed, of course. Although, my father as heavily injured; he'll never be able to walk without a cane again. After that, I started to watch Hans more closely. I started to realise how false everything he did was. He tried to imitate the casualness of his brothers too much, I think, and it showed when you looked for it. Anyway, the day before they were scheduled to leave, my father was poisoned. My goblet was as well, but I hadn't drunk out of it. I managed to procure the antidote, having identified the poison easily. Hans was livid, when I followed him back to his room. Of course, I have no proof. I never stepped forward, a stupid thing not to have done."

Elsa looked livid herself, "I don't want a man such as that in my Kingdom, let alone near my sister." Elsa whirled around and looked just about ready to storm of and slap the would-be murderer around the face, when Harry grabbed her hand. He noticed that the floor was beginning to freeze around Elsa's feet and the temperature around her was beginning to drop.

"Elsa! Control yourself! We have no proof. He may have changed as well, I heard that he suffered quite a bad illness a year ago, it may have awakened him to how precious life actually is."

Elsa sighed and stopped struggling against Harry's firm grip on her arm. She reigned in her emotions with great difficulty, and managed to stop her powers from exploding.

"Fine, but I don't like it."

"Neither do I."

Harry then took Elsa's arm and led her back to her sister.

"Sorry about that, Anna. We had to discuss something to do with a trade agreement."

Harry had to contain a smirk when he saw Hans stiffen at the underlying message. But he quickly returned to acting the part of an excited, young man.

Anna started the subject both of them wanted to bring up, but they eventually tried to explain at the same time, leading to them interrupting each other.

"We would like-"

"-your blessing-"

"-of-"

"-our marriage!" they eventually finished at the same time, looking to Elsa with hopeful expressions.

"Marriage?"

"Yes!"

"I'm sorry, I'm confused." Elsa pulled a deadpan expression that still managed to look disbelieving.

"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?"

"Here?"

"Absolutely!" Hans had finally chipped in on the conversation, looking very much the part of the love struck young man.

"Anna-"

"Oh, we can invite all twelve of your brothers to stay with us-"

"What? No, no, no, no, no."

"Of course we have the room. I don't know. Some of them must-"

"Wait. Slow down. No one's brothers are staying here. No one is getting married." Elsa finally managed to get the two of them to stop babbling on, holding her hands up to calm them down, like one would do with a small child.

"Wait, what?" Anna looked shocked at the fact that Elsa wouldn't agree to the marriage.

"May I talk to you, please? Alone." Elsa finally allowed some emotion to slip onto her face, the desperation at how foolish Anna was being, getting the better of her.

Anna frowned and hooked arms with Hans. "No. Whatever you have to say, you - you can say to both of us."

Elsa hid her frustration well and adopted a calm and polite mask, "Fine. You can't marry a man you just met.

"You can if it's true love."

Harry had to bite back a snort, true love? What does an eighteen year old girl know of true love? It seemed that Elsa was thinking the same thing.

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

"More than you." Harry flinched, this was going to be a low blow, he knew. "All you know is how to shut people out."

Elsa recoiled away from her younger sister as if she had been physically struck, but she quickly gained a cold look on her face. "You asked for my blessing, but my answer is no. Now, excuse me." She began to walk away when Hans butted in.

"Your Majesty, if I may ease your-"

Elsa stopped and half-turned her head to face the couple behind her; Harry had walked forward to stand next to her, his presence offering a calming comfort.

"No, you may not. And I-I think you should go." Elsa walked away but as she passed the Royal Handler she said, "The party is over. Close the gates."

"What? Elsa, no. No, wait!"

Anna grabbed Elsa's hand and pulled off the glove that was concealing her hand. Elsa gasped and spun around, reaching for the glove in a panic.

"Give me my glove!"

Anna held the glove away from Elsa, closer to her chest and desperately responded.

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

Elsa fought tears as she replied with brutal honesty at the person who had upset her.

"Then leave." She said weakly as she saw Anna's hurt face. She turned away, the hurt being too much. She tried to leave, Harry following her, feeling her powers start to shift. He took off his gloves and handed them to her, feeling that she needed them more than he did at that moment.

"What did I ever do to you?!" Anna shouted at Elsa, causing the party to go silent as everyone turned to watch the Royal sisters of Arendelle.

"Enough, Anna."

"No. Why? Why do you shut me out?! Why do you shut the world out?! What are you so afraid of?!"

"I said, enough!" Elsa said, spinning around in front of the ballroom doors.

Harry could feel her powers spike and hoped desperately that her belief in 'Conceal, don't feel' would stop her powers from showing. They did but the temperature in the hall started to drop, slowly at first but it quickly became obvious.

"No!" Harry whispered to Elsa, "Conceal, don't feel, don't let it show." Wishing to keep the gasping guests safe, and ignorant; Elsa closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Once sufficiently calm, she opened her eyes to look at her sister.

"Enough is enough, Anna. I said no."

Harry could see the pain in Elsa's eyes as her sister shouted at her, even though Anna didn't understand the situation. She knew that it was unfair that her younger sister didn't know, but she couldn't do anything about it currently, and from what Harry had seen of her behaviour that day, Elsa's secret would be all over the kingdom by the end of the week. But none of that excused Anna's actions; she was a member of the Royal Family of Arendelle, and she had been raised to behave as such since birth. All family disagreements were kept behind closed doors.

Either way, Elsa was quickly losing her patience, he could tell. He placed a hand on the ballroom doors and pushed them open, causing the hinges to creak lightly from the sudden cold that Elsa had caused. He held the door open for Elsa and nodded his head subtly for her to leave the hall.

Harry honestly didn't understand why he was doing this for someone that he had only just met, but deep inside he knew the answer. He was in a similar situation but he had the power to help her, so he would. Damn his hero complex, he had to help someone if he had the power to do so. He would have even have helped Malfoy.

Well, no…maybe that was a bit of an exaggeration, the selfish ferret deserved every bad thing that had ever happened to him. Including the fact that Scorpius Malfoy wasn't exactly his son…but that didn't really matter, what did matter was that he would help Elsa if he could.

I know that Harry seems very blasé about the entire thing, but this war went on longer than that of cannon. Harry is currently...what...19? So, yeah... Ah, about Elsa, Anna, Kristoff etc... Harry WILL be paired with Elsa. Those hoping different, I'm sorry but I hate Hans and I love Anna and Kristoff too much to split them up. Also, Elsa has SERIOUS confidence issues.

Someone mentioned in a review that the last chapter didn't really go into any detail about his month with Elsa's parents, and that is true. The chapter was quite rushed and was more of a filler or bridge between this chapter and the first so as to get onto the main story.

Wow, I am amazed at the following this story has gained and I am glad that people are enjoying reading it as much as I am writing it. I appreciate the reviews that people have left as well as any constructive criticism that anyone has to offer. This story will be updated only once a month so as to give me time to write the next chapter ;)

Alex H S