A/N: GUESS WHO'S ALIVE?! *points at self* THIS GIRRRL! yeah, my life's a mess hahahahahaha. I, again for the millionth time, apologize for taking forever. But I think we all know that you won't be seeing frequent chapters from me :')

IMPORTANT! (not really): Scenes in italics are memories!

Useless note about me: I've been so obsessed with Hamilton these past couple of months, it's not even funny.

Another useless note: Who's excited for Moana?! I can't wait for it and it's music! *no not because of Lin what are you talking about?* hehehehehe

So, I'm a bit rusty so don't expect much from me. i'm sorry, but I do hope you like it! Now, enjoy!

"Faster!" A man yells as gunshots are heard. Rain starts falling and people started getting separated.

"Wait!" a voice calls. Suddenly, everything fades as a sound of ice breaking is heard, followed by a scream.

"Are you sure that this is what happened?" a voice that sounded familiar to Elsa asked. She felt a soft, comfortable thing under her. Where was she?

"Yes, Your Highness. I found her Majesty fainted in the garden," another voice answered, oddly familiar as well.

Elsa groaned as she sat up and looked around the room, feeling confused. Wait, was she in the Southern Isles ? What happened? She was in the garden, then she started singing, then- Jack!

"Darling, you're awake!" Hans exclaimed, sitting next to Elsa's bed and holding her hand. Elsa just blinked at him, feeling even more confused. "How are you feeling?" he asked her gently.

"I-I'm fine. Just a light headache," She murmured, not feeling like she should tell Hans anything. "What happened?" she asked, not sure if what she saw in the garden was real or not.

"Your guard, Jacob, found you fainted in the garden. Did something happen? Are you sure you're alright? " Hans asked, looking worried.

" O-oh," Elsa murmured. So, it really was her imagination. Then again, she was too lost in her thoughts. But, she still couldn't help the pang of disappointment in her chest. "It, it must have been from the trip. I didn't rest," she explained, more to herself than to Hans.

"I'm glad you're fine." Hans smiled.

Elsa tensed when she caught sight of someone with white hair from the corner of her eye enter the room from the.

'Ignore it. It's your imagination, ' she thought to herself. 'It has to be,'

Her thoughts were proven wrong when Hans turned to the young man. "Darling, I'd like you to meet your guard, Jacob Foyd," he announced, and Elsa forced herself to be look at the said.. Guard.

"Your Majesty." Jacob bowed. Should she even be calling him that? She knows who he is... Sort of... maybe.

Elsa blinked, realizing that she might have been staring. "Thank you, sir Jacob," she spoke with as much firmness as she could muster, mostly feeling like she's about to faint again.

Hans nodded to the guard, dismissing him. "I hope that he's as good as his reputation. If he ever bothers you, then you could order to replace him," he told her, receiving just a nod in reply.

"Yes, of course," she murmured.

"And, I hope you are ready to have dinner with my parents tomorrow night," Hans added.

"Tomorrow? I thought that they won't be arriving this week," Elsa managed to ask. Most of her mind was occupied with Jack- Errrr- Jacob.

"Apparently, they finished early, and they can't wait to see you." Hans beamed at her, receiving a weak smile from the platinum blonde.

"I can't wait as well," Elsa told him, "I'm still feeling slightly tired, though. Could you please leave me alone to rest?" she asked as politely as she could.

Hans blinked before nodding quickly. "Oh, o-of course." he kissed her hand before excusing himself and walking out of the room.

Elsa exhaled. She's never told Hans to leave her alone before, not since their engagement. Was she too rude? Was he suspecting anything?- What was she thinking?! She's got another matter at hand!

She slowly got up from bed and started pacing around the room. Jack, her best friend that was presumably dead for three years, is alive. If this was a fairy tale, she'd believe it. But, it isn't. He's actually alive, and he looks absolutely different.

Which raises yet another unanswerable question. How in the world did he end up looking like that..in the Southern Isles...with no memories- if it were him- No one just changes their hair and eye color. Maybe hair is a possible option- in a way- but...eyes? That just makes no sense.

Elsa covered her face to stifle a groan. What was she doing? She'll be a queen in a couple of months and here she is, thinking about an old childhood cru- no, childhood friend.

Why does she care anyway? For all she knows, her mind could be playing tricks on her. She's been wanting someone to talk to for the past few weeks and her mind made her imagine her guard as her dead friend.

Then, why did she want to have another look at him? Why did she want to talk to him so desperately?

She huffed. No, she was just doing all this to distract herself from the wedding. Maybe a quick warm bath will help her relax, then she might explore the rest of the castle and prepare to see the king and queen of the Southern Isles tomorrow. She could even practice some painting!

Elsa nodded firmly to herself. Yes, that's what she'll do. No more of that nonsense. She pushed her hair back before walking into the bathroom.

She got out about half an hour later and wore one of the dresses in her wardrobe. It was a yellow dress that looked incredibly expensive and smelled new. This was definitely not her favorite color, but that was the least of her problems. She brushed her hair and put it in a braided bun then walked out of her room.

"Your Majesty." Jacob bowed.

Elsa stared at him for a moment before quickly looking away and pursuing her lips. Right, he'll be following her everywhere. She could just ignore him, it wouldn't be that strange. She gave him a stiff nod and walked past him.

"Does Your Majesty have any plans for today?" Jacob asked, taking her by surprise. Was he attempting a small talk? With her? Well, that's definitely new.

"Nothing specific. I was hoping to see more of this palace," Elsa stated stiffly, not glancing at him once. She knew she looked tense, but no one would act any different if they were in her place.

"Would Your Majesty like me to show you around?" Jacob asked politely, a hint of eagerness in his voice.

"No, I want to do so myself. Thank you," she replied. She can't handle talking to him, how could she handle looking at him?

"Very well, Your Majesty." Jacob nodded.

Elsa was grateful that her didn't speak again. She started wandering around, with Jacob following her.

She ended up wandering into a chamber full of oil paintings, similar to the one in Arendelle's palace. Jacob would occasionally provide her with information about the people in the said paintings, receiving small nods from her.

"This is lady Charlotte, the daughter of one of the Duchesses," he told her.

Elsa furrowed her eyebrows. "Why would their Majesties have a painting of her?" she asked, unable to keep to herself.

"Her mother carries a close place to the Queen's heart. Furthermore, the artist fell in love with her beauty." Jacob chuckled.

Elsa titled her head, trying to get a better look at the painting. Lady Charlotte was indeed a beautiful young woman. She had raven black curls, hazel eyes and sand toned skin. She seemed like a kind person. The rich green dress she wore made her look even more beautiful.

"No wonder he did," the future queen of Arendelle murmured, feeling the slightest bit jealous of the girl. She sighed before exiting the chamber, with Jacob quickly following.

Jacob had eventually led her to different places like the ballroom and the throne room. She was still cold with him, giving stiff answers and not looking at him. Whether he noticed or not, she did not know. Neither should she care.

Elsa roamed around for a bit more before deciding to sit in the garden and paint. She could use the distraction and the fresh air.

"It looks beautiful so far," Jacob commented after watching her paint for a while.

Elsa had to stifle a sigh. Of course he wouldn't be quiet for long. "Thank you," she replied stiffly, keeping her gaze at the painting.

"May I ask a question?" He asked. She could easily command him not to talk, or to leave her alone, but she preferred this over awkward silences that made her overthink everything.

"You may," she told him.

"How did Your Majesty and Prince Hans meet?" he asked. "If that's not too personal," he quickly added.

Elsa stopped painting for a brief moment, "We met in Corona," she decided to say.

"And, Your Majesty and Prince Hans have been in love since then?" Jacob asked carefully. Elsa didn't look at him, but she could feel him leaning a bit more forward.

She glanced at him, her lips in a thin line, "I'm afraid that is too personal," she stated with a hint of sternness.

"I apologize, Your Majesty," he apologized, keeping his gaze on the ground and not speaking after it.

Elsa went back to her painting, but her mind was somewhere else. She couldn't believe that she hadn't asked or did something too bold yet. She knew that he was the reason for her discomfort, but she couldn't bring herself to set the mind to ask Hans the give the job to someone else.

It was as if she wanted him to stay.

Elsa frowned and blinked a few times to clear her mind off that terrible idea. She didn't want him to stay, she shouldn't want him to stay. A similarity in the face proves nothing.

She snapped back to reality, not wishing to think too much, glancing at her engagement ring every once in a while. Jacob's question had brought some memories back to her. It's strange how quick time flies

"Elsa, I introduce to you the king and queen of the Southern Isles," King Adgar told his daughter.

Elsa looked at the kind looking adults in front of her. The king was slightly thin with ginger hair and a beard. His smiled showed the crinkles at his warm brown eyes, proving that he isn't as young as he looks. The queen was plump with chocolate brown hair, clam green eyes , and a beautiful kind face. She seemed to be a wise woman despite being several years younger than the king.

The crown princess bowed to them before looking at the other two young men that were standing beside them. "And these are their sons, Prince Edward and Prince Hans," her father continued.

"You might remember me, Your Highness . We met at your birthday last year?" Hans told her , ignoring his brother's pointed look.

"I'm afraid that I don't remember you," Elsa replied politely, "I apologize," she added. It was true, she barley remembered anything from her eighteenth birthday, she didn't want to.

"It's fine. I understand." Hans smiled reassuringly.

"Father, may I leave? Aunt Primrose was hoping I could help her with a few matters," Elsa asked her father politely. The king agreed. "Your Majesties." She bowed before leaving.

Hans met her later that day. She had tried to avoid him and his brother, but obviously failed at doing so. She had hoped to stay with Anna, but her sister had a piano lesson. So, she was currently stuck with Hans walking beside her, whom she ignored. She found her mind zoning out as he spoke about things he liked, which were oddly similar to what she liked.

"What are you thinking about?" Hans asked. Elsa glanced at him, pondering on whether she should answer or not.

"The past," she simply replied.

"Ahhh...Arendelle?"

"...Perhaps."

"Perhaps?"

"Yes," Elsa stated, showing that she had no intentions of elaborating on her answer. Their conversation fell into an awkward silence and she hoped he would let her be.

"So, you and Princess Anna play the piano," Hans spoke again and Elsa groaned internally.

"Yes," she replied.

"I've always loved listening to piano. One of my favorite pieces has to be the Erlkönig ," Hans told her, earning some of Elsa's attention.

" Erlkönig, you say?" she asked, looking slightly curious.

Hans nodded. "Yes," he answered.

"Why is that?"

"Hmm..?"

" Why is it you favorite?"

"The story of the poem is quite interesting. Franz Schubert's music matched his words."

Elsa smiled a little, "I'm quite fond of that piece, you know," she told him, watching his reaction carefully.

"You do?" Hans asked, raising an eyebrow with the smile never leaving his lips. "I suppose we have much more in common than I thought."

"How did you know we had anything in common in the first place?" Elsa asked, her lips in a polite smile.

Hans blinked, seeming caught off guard, before his confidence returned. " It was a hunch," he told her, giving her a charming smile.

"Would you like to know what I think, Prince Hans?" she asked, stopping to fully look at him.

"I would love to." He beamed at her.

"I think that you had memorized all this information to try and woo me. You should have done a better job. Franz Schubert created just the piano piece, the poem was written by Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe years before," Elsa deadpanned, her face emotionless. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have duties to attend to," she added before walking past the bewildered prince.

Elsa chuckled quietly to herself. She still couldn't believe that she had actually told him that.

"The painting is indeed beautiful, but why is it so sad?" Jacob asked, snapping Elsa out of her thoughts.

She took a good look at her painting. It seemed normal to her. Some green plants, flowers, pond, nothing looked necessarily 'sad'. "I see nothing wrong with it," she stated.

Jacob furrowed his eyebrows in a way that made Elsa quickly shift her gaze a away from him. "The colors..something is off with them. They're dull," he spoke thoughtfully, before looking directly at her.

Elsa shifted uncomfortably under his icy gaze. "I suppose it's just how you see it," she replied stiffly.

"I think it's just how one sees the world," Jacob stated, shutting up when Elsa gave him a pointed look for a brief moment.

Not even ten minutes had passed before the guard spoke again. "Why does Your Majesty see the world so darkly?" he asked.

She huffed. "I simply picked the wrong colors, that's all," she told him.

Jacob shrugged. "Perhaps," he told her before noticing the shadows' position on the ground. "I'm afraid I won't be able to stay for long with Your Majesty," he informed, only receiving a stiff nod from Elsa. "May I ask, what will Your Majesty do with the painting?" Jacob asked after a few moments, unsurprisingly.

Elsa exhaled. "You ask too many questions for a guard, Sir Jacob," she told him.

The white haired guard paused before giving an answer. "And you give very few answers for a queen, Snowflake."

A/N: Hello! Did you enjoy this? I know that I'm very rusty. So.. about how Elsa acted during this chapter, please remember that she'll be queen so she can't do things by impulse.. or she isn't allowing herself to do so. I hope it turned out well for you :)

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18th November 2016