Author's Note: Wow! I didn't think I'd get this amount of readers so quickly. Thanks for your interest. But if you're looking for a complex plot with a lot of conflict, you'd better set your sights elsewhere. This is M for a reason, I went in ready to give in to guilty shipping. Regardless, here's the update.
UPDATE 4/18: Wow, I was really hard on myself back then. Originally this was going to be little more than a smut story with a cheesy ending. But now it's going to get a sequel-so if you are looking for conflict, you could hang in for the ride!
If her life taught her anything, it was that suppression made things worse. After a guilty night relieving herself with private thoughts, Elsa emerged ready to silently break off the attraction she had toward Anna. She had a meeting with a neighboring kingdom, one with suitors. It was possible Elsa could agree to go out with one and be done with it.
The doors were blue, covered in intricate gold patterns that took root at the base before branching out higher and higher into spikes. Elsa straightened her crown. This kingdom was involved in some of Arendelle's most important trades, and that was more incentive.
When the King opened the door, he recoiled from the cold. "Oh—my Queen!" he said, bowing. Shimmying backwards to pull the door in further, he called over the wind. "I suppose this sort of weather doesn't bother you."
"No, I suppose not," Elsa replied, walking in. A gold-trimmed red rug stretched across the floor, reaching far down. The walls and ceiling adopted the ornate theme on the outside. Elsa smiled fondly at the king as he led her down to his meeting room, speaking about their current affairs.
"Well then, that is that," he said after they'd finished. They nodded to each other from opposite ends of the table. "And just in time," the king continued, standing and closing his eyes, "I believe Agathe has just got lunch on the table." The most delicious aromas were coming from the doorway, where the castle cooks now stood. They marched inside with great profession, laying the fruits of their labor on the table. Then they returned to the door and parted in two rows, heads held high in regard to the two figures entering. They came into view—indeed, these were the princes, awake and dressed their best.
When they looked at Elsa they beamed. Elsa returned the gesture. They really don't look too bad, she thought as they came closer to the table. Both had sandy, soft hair, with friendly faces and strong bodies. As she stood to introduce herself she found their handshakes firm yet soft. A jolt of self-consciousness hit, and she let go in time for ice to come shooting from her fingertips.
"Oh, there it is!" said the taller prince excitedly, clapping his brother on the back. "Amazing!" Elsa had turned to the side holding her hand close, but at the wonder of her hosts, she extended and allowed herself to trace out a few patterns.
"That is one crazy power," said the younger brother. He was chubbier than his elder, with a rounder face, but Elsa thought that suited him. He seemed kind, and none of the three were treating her like a freak-show attraction. Who knew, her problem could be sorted out after all!
Elsa kept quiet during the lunch. You can't be alone forever, she'd told herself during the boat ride to the kingdom. It's way too much work, and people will wonder…
Inevitably, the time came for a little fun. They were swept to the ballroom, which seemed even more luxuriously grand than her own. Its sheer size made her self-conscious again, and she wondered if anyone else would be joining them.
A string quartet stood on one end of the room. Elsa joined the King for a dance, out of custom. Warmup. She turned next to the older brother, Adam.
The music changed. Adam held out his arm. Elsa took it.
It wasn't bad. Adam didn't trod on her toes or hold her too tight or trip over her feet. He was quite skilled at dancing. Elsa's heart rate lowered. She moved in closer and looked up.
Her body tensed. There was something wrong with the sight above her. The shoulders of a man, connecting to arms and hands that held on to hers. His chin moving to the music, a small smile visible above it. Their bodies touching. Elsa was suddenly terrified, and discovered she was frozen into place, unable to move herself except with Adam. A chill ran up her back. She did not want this.
Miraculously the song ended. Elsa and Adam parted. Standing a few feet apart, they bowed. Egil and the King clapped for them as they came back.
"Excellent! Excellent! And I say, Adam really took the lead near the end!" the King said, patting his son on the arm.
Egil, the younger brother, was next. Elsa had an easier time with him; she knew what to expect. He was surprised by her icy touch. But he soon got over it, and even seemed to view it as a fun little quirk. Elsa's stomach filled with black as they danced.
In the end they showed her the door, and in respect to their treatment, she curtsied to them before leaving. Adam and Egil looked at her, Adam's hands together, Egil bent slightly as he looked at Elsa. They were waiting for her word.
"I hope we can do more trade with you in the future," she said.
She turned around quickly, not wanting to see their faces.