Chapter 2– The Coronation
"Hello… where I'm I now?" Prince Fredrik shouted as soon found himself to wonder around in a dark-yet-familiar place. As he looked around, to soon see solid-ice walls in dark purple and blue glow everywhere. "Wait, I know this…"
A sudden voice then said "Get it together," Fredrik soon saw where he could have heard the voice, for he knew it would be at the upper floor of the ice palace from his 1st dream.
The beautiful girl he saw before was pacing nervously as she felt her own panic rising, as she told herself. "Control it. Don't feel, don't feel." Just then, ice cracked behind her. Looking around, she realized a trail of ice had formed behind her- and it was going up the wall!
Frightened, she gave a sharp cry and continued working to keep herself under control. "Don't feel. Don't feel. DON'T FEEL!"
Fredrik soon remembered what happened last time he was here, but seeing her in such pain, he knew he had to do something… only to see lose the feeling on his feet.
He looked down to see that his feet were turning into solid ice. Fredrik soon started to panic a bit. "Oh, no, no, no, NO!" He soon tried to reach over to her side… only to slip on the icy floor, and looked to see his legs soon turned ice.
He soon turned back see the ice on the floor began to change and grow into a series of sharp spikes. "Please… help…" as Greg used the last of his quickly losing strength to reach out his hand to the frightened queen only to soon see everything going black…
…As Prince Hans was lightly tapping Fredrik 's shoulder, to help him stay awake for the coronation ceremony inside a cathedral. The cathedral was packed with people and with Prince Hans sitting beside with another person who was asleep. Fredrik was sitting behind Hans in next row and was just waking up.
Fredrik was still a bit drowsy as an orchestra played and a choir sang while the royal procession walked down the very long center aisle. He was more concerned than ever about his recent dreams.
"What does it mean?" he thought to himself as the bishop soon led the way, followed by Elsa, looking regal and serious, and finally Anna, holding the train of Elsa's dress.
As soon as Fredrik's eyes were getting better, he soon saw what Elsa was like… and soon gave a small gasp. He wasn't sure what he really seeing, so he lightly tipped on Prince Hans's shoulder and whispered to him. "Is… is that really, Elsa?"
"She is indeed… soon to be Queen Elsa of Arendelle." Hans replied as Fredrik realized that she was the girl from his dreams. He froze in shock at first seeing her… only to soon be calm, seeing her in her firm beauty, and started to wonder if she could really have powers.
At the altar, Elsa and Anna faced the bishop. Near him lay a silver platter holding the royal crown, scepter, and orb.
Peeking over her shoulder, Anna spotted Hans and Fredrik; they soon waved at Anna, who giggled as the sleeping person was asleep on Han's shoulder.
The bishop placed the crown on Elsa's head. Then he turned for the scepter and orb and presented them to Elsa. She reached for the royal items, but the bishop cleared his throat. "Ahem. Your gloves, your Majesty."
Elsa took a sharp breath, and slowly removed the gloves and placed them on the satin pillow. Fredrik watched carefully to see what will happen. With a deep breath, she took the orb and scepter into her hands. She turned to face the crowd.
"As the undoubted queen, protector of this dominion," the bishop intoned, as Elsa's eyes widened as the scepter and orb began to freeze in her hands! Fredrik could believe what he saw, Elsa does have powers. She tried desperately to control her emotions. She was just so nervous!
"Keeper of the doctrine and government thereof from this day forward, I present to you Her Majesty… Queen Elsa of Arendelle!" the bishop finished his decree. Elsa quickly placed the orb and scepter back on the silver tray and grabbed her gloves.
The people in the church rose. "Queen Elsa of Arendelle!" they echoed. With a sigh of relief, she realized that no one had seen the ice on the orb or the scepter. She smiled at the cheering crowd. She made it through the ceremony.
Unknowing to her, that only Fredrik saw the ice; fortunately he was relieved as she was that everything went well… but then began to feel nervous, nervous about meeting Elsa, and wondered if he should even speak her at all.
Later, at the coronation ball, Elsa and Anna stood side by side in long receiving line at the entrance to the Great Hall. Elsa felt relaxed, almost content, now that the most difficult part of the Coronation Day was over. Festive music filled the air as guests danced across the floor of lavishly decorated ballroom.
While Fredrik did enjoy himself a bit snacking on small bits of chocolates and a nice drink in fine glass, he stood around one the pillars of the ballroom, watching Anna and Elsa getting along.
While he remembered most of his last dream, he still remembered the first dream with Elsa, how she was truly happy to create a simple snowman to a grand ice palace… and also remembered how beautiful she was in her gown of ice and snow.
Not to mention that he still has to make Business in trade with Arendelle to help his home of Bjornhult … and warning them of the Duke's plan of exploitation. The thoughts of helping his home kingdom and Arendelle, soon gave him new courage, into meeting Queen Elsa.
He was about ready to introduce himself to Elsa… until the Duke's bodyguards stood behind in his way.
"Um… would mind moving a tiny bit, you're kinda in the way, please?" he politely asked them nervously. They gave him a crossed stare as they still blocked Greg from seeing Elsa or Anna, but could be able seen why as the Duke was presenting Himself to the new Queen and Princess.
"The Duke of Weaseltown," a royal attendant announced. "Weselton, Duke of Weselton, your Majesty" the Duke corrected him. "Oh so that's what it's called." Fredrik said to his guards after hearing the Duke. "As your closest partner in trade, it seems only fitting that I offer you your first dance as queen." As preformed a warm up dance move, The Duke then bowed his head... for his toupee to come loose.
Anna and Elsa tried their best not offended him. "Thank you," she said "Only I don't dance." The Duke looked offended, so Elsa quickly nudged Anna forward. "But my sister does." Anna was a little startled. "Oh, lucky you." the Duke said taking Anna's arm.
"Oh I don't think..." Anna tried to say something about this, only for the Duke to lead her to the dance floor. "If you swoon, let me know, I'll catch you." The Duke said, as Elsa whispered sorry to Anna.
Unfortunately, the Duke was a horrible dancer; He couldn't seem to take one step without crushing Anna's toes. As he bobbed up and down, his toupee bounced back and forth on his head-and he never stopped talking.
"like a agile peacock, speaking of... so great to have the gates open, why did they shut them in the first place, do you know the reason?" he asked Anna, she simple answered no. "No? alright, hang on they don't call the little dipper for nothing" As Elsa chuckled at Anna and her dance partner, Anna simply smirk at her, as the Duke danced around her. "like a chicken with the face of a monkey, I fly!"
After the dance, Anna limped back to Elsa. "Well, he was sprightly," said the Queen with a smile. "Especially for a man in heels!" Anna replied. Both sisters giggled.
"Are you all right?" Elsa asked more gently. Anna smiled. "I've never been better," she said, glancing into Elsa's eyes. "This is so nice. I wish it could be like this all the time."
"Me too," Elsa said wistfully. Then caught herself and stiffened. "But it can't."
"Why not? Anna asked, surprised at Elsa's sudden change of attitude. Elsa tensed. "Because it can't,"
She said firmly. Anna's felt all her old disappointment rushing back. "Excuse me," she said. Elsa watched sadly as Anna walked away.
Fredrik was also a little sad to see what just happen. "I hope Anna will be alright." He said to himself.
He then saw that Elsa was just as sad as Anna, he wish he could try to speak to her, but the Duke's guards were still blocking Greg from meeting her…
Until the Duke was walking towards his thugs. "You two! Where are your manners? Can't you see you're blocking this boy's way?"
He said with a small fiendish smile. The guards also got a fiendish smile, but soon made room for Greg to walk by as the Duke presented himself to Greg while he was holding a full glass.
"So my boy, which kingdom are you from exactly?" he asked him. Fredrik wasn't really looking forward to him, with his kingdom competing with his, to exploit Arendelle's tradable goods and riches, and keeping him from meeting Elsa, and whatever trick he was thinking of now, but thought just to play along.
"Bjornhult." he answered. "I've heard of that place, I've also heard that Bjornhult doesn't appear to have some good trades, but you couldn't be in Arendelle for that, could you?" the Duke asked "And if I 'am?" Greg asked back. The Duke was swirling his glass. "Oh, well I just wanted to know if you were going tell her anything else important."
"Well, I'm sorry, but that my business to know, so I ask if you just stick to your own business, Mr Duke. Hope you had a good trip." He soon decides to finally meet the new Queen as he walked passed by the Duke.
"Same thing to you." The Duke said as he lightly lifted his left foot at Fredrik 's right leg, making him Trip and spill a bit of his drink… on to Elsa's cape.
Fredrik was petrified to see the wet mark on the cape, as he slowly look up hoping if the person wouldn't have even notice… to soon realize that the cape was Elsa's. She noticed as she looked to see the mark and lifted her head to setting her sights on Fredrik for the first time.
"Why, you Klutz!" the Duke shouted. "I… I'm…" Fredrik was breathless to let something like this happen. "No need to worry, my queen, we'll see that this… this… boy, will be escorted out without making too much of a scene."
Elsa was glancing into Fredrik 's eyes, seeing how innocent he was and after seeing Anna leave; she couldn't bare anyone else to leave. The Duke snapped his fingers, as his guards both grabbed hold of Greg's shoulders.
"There's really no need of this, this isn't even a bad stain, this will just dry up." Elsa said defending Fredrik. "But next time, he might have one that will stain!" the Duke replied to Elsa. "I insist that this pest should be thrown out the gates… immediately!"
"He's right." Fredrik said with both pride and shame. Surprising both the Duke and Elsa, as he brushed of the guard's hands off his shoulder and in royal posture gave the Duke, his glass and bowed to Queen Elsa.
"Queen Elsa, I at least only wish to thank you for having me here to your beautiful kingdom, forgiving me for what happened, and hope for nothing but the best for you… thank you." As he stood tall with some dignity, as Elsa watched him walked through the crowd of guests.
The Duke then had a feeling of accomplishment as and his thugs strolled by behind Elsa. "Glad we took care of him, the nerve of him trying to make business with Arendelle and telling her about me exploiting their riches…" realizing what he just said. "…You don't think she heard that, did you?"
In which she did, but soon pretended ignored him, as she walked across the ballroom.
