"…love—your son—Jack Frost." Jack said to Hiccup, who sat across from him at the dining table, a large quill in his hand, writing the letter that would soon be sent to the king and queen of Dreamworks.

"That was a lovely letter, Your Highness."

"Spare me your flattery," Jack joked then quietly added as an afterthought, "I get enough of it from everyone else."

"Of course, Your Highness." Hiccup folded the small piece of paper, putting it into an envelope, then stamping it with Dreamworks's official seal. "Are you ready for today?"

Jack tugged at his shirt, he was never a fan of wearing formal clothes but sometime within the next hour he was going to meet the Queen of Disney and hopefully convince her to help his people.

"I'm not quite sure."

"Do you know what you're going to say to the Queen?"

"No," Jack sighed, "But I do know I'll do anything to help my people, Hiccup. If she did poison our crops then she wants something. I just have to find out what…"

He got up from the table and walked over to the mirror, looking at his reflection, he put some effort into keeping a straight face. His silver-blonde hair was gelled to his scalp, making him look much older than a twenty-one-year old prince. Lifting his hand to his head, he shook his hair out at much as he could. Better.

"Your Highness," Hiccup got up from the chair, holding the tiny parchment, "I must leave now."

"Of course, you mustn't let the Captain of the Guard wait." Jack grinned. Apparently, since Jack already declined the invitation, the Captain of the Guard had insisted he show the prince's advisor around the palace to show him Disney's culture and customs.

"Thank you," Hiccup didn't sound at all excited as he walked over to large white oak door and opened it. "CRESCENT MOON!"

Elsa was standing at the door in her cute maid's uniform, her fist was raised as if she was about to knock.

"Me again," she smiled at Hiccup. Jack felt his cheeks heated up.

"You need to stop scaring me like that," Hiccup mumbled awkwardly as he walked passed her to leave, "Good day."

She entered the room with her cleaning cart giving him a distressed look. "My apologies your Highness," Was she blushing?

"For what?" he got up from his seat and walked over to the kitchen pouring himself a glass of water. Be cool, be cool, be cool. She's only a girl.

"I was late,"

"Don't apologize for being late."

"Of course, Your Highness." she whispered, no longer looking at him, She was now looking around his room, blue eyes squinting slightly, confused.

"Is something wrong?" His teeth stung from taking a sip of the icy cold water.

"No. Nothing, Your Highness. I-I'm just looking for something to clean…"

He grinned, feeling satisfied. He was the messiest person in the palace at Dreamworks but here—here he wouldn't leave a dish for her to clean. It felt wrong, so he stayed up all of last night to clean.

He looked at Elsa again, maybe she stayed up all night too? That's what the purple bags under her eyes suggested, but before he could ask anything about it, someone called from outside his door.

"Prince Jack,"

Jack walked over to the white wooden oak door with a snowflake designed handle, and opened it. It was a royal guard, dressed in fine armor that brought out the blond in his hair. "I'm here to take you to the throne room for your meeting with Her Majesty."

"Of course," Jack said grabbing his blazer and flinging it on. When the Guard noticed Elsa, he took a deep breath as if he knew her. And she looked at the Guard, their eyes having a silent conversation. Jack felt a tinge of jealousy, was this her boyfriend?

He quickly grabbed a quill and dotted something on a piece of paper. Before leaving the room, he walked over to the table Elsa was cleaning and dropped it.

She looked puzzled at the paper, then her eyes moved up to him with a questioning look: what is this?

He winked, you'll see.

Elsa stared at the parchment. It's been almost five minutes since Jack left but she still couldn't bring herself to open the note so instead, she continued to do what she did best, clean. She was heavily working on the kitchen counter, scrubbing the already polished tiles, for no reason at all, this room was annoyingly spotless.

She looked at the white note again, it contrasted perfectly against the dark top of the table. No—she wouldn't read it, no matter how much she wanted to. He shouldn't be acting this way, he's probably just playing with her.

Fine, if this was all a game to him then it wouldn't matter if she played along. Jack probably wrote something stupid on it anyway.

She walked over to the table and opened the note.

Elsa,

Be back after a meeting with your Queen.

Looking forward to talking to you.

- Jack Frost

What was this? A joke? Why would he leave such a pointless note?

Her lips betrayed her, as she smiled at the note, he was so innocent, deep down she hoped it wasn't a game, she hoped he was real. But, he shouldn't be doing this anyway, leaving a note to her—a maid—it wasn't proper. The second he came back from the meeting, she would tell him, he cannot continue to send her notes like this. It was not right, she was a maid and he was a prince.

She quickly walked over to the fireplace where she threw the note. It wouldn't be good for either of them if anybody found out about this. She still had to find a way to stop the Nightmares from murdering him, she didn't need to fall in love with him, he was a target, a distraction. She needed to focus on how to save him, not how to court him.

She couldn't stop smiling.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN? YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS!" Flynn was going to faint, "ELSA?—MY ELSA?" Yep, he was definitely going to faint.

"She's alive?" Rapunzel gasped. "My cousin is alive?"

Flynn looked over at Merida and Rapunzel who sat on the worn-out couch beside him. Rapunzel was smiling and Merida looked like she was going to be sick.

"So let me get this straight," Flynn said to Pabbie who was standing up in front of them. "Elsa—the girl I've known my whole life, my sister, my best friend—is actually Princess Elsa? The girl we all thought died in an assassination eighteen years ago. And she has no idea she's been working in her palace this whole time?"

"Yes," Pabbie said.

"You're wrong," Flynn accused him. Although he felt awful for it, he just couldn't believe it. Elsa—his Elsa—was the Princess Elsa, and he'd been best friends with her like it was nothing—Oh God, the amount of times he made fun of her—the thought made him sick, he was making fun of Princess Elsa.

"I saved Elsa myself—before the Nightmares could get to her." Pabbie explained, "I remember it like it was yesterday, Prince Agnar and Princess Iduna were on their morning stroll with Princess Elsa. Princess Anna was resting in the palace because she was still so young. The assassination was quick and swift. Two arrows—one in Agnar's throat and the other in Iduna's chest. His death was instant, but hers took a while longer. I remember her eyes-oh her eyes! She looked at me and said 'Pabbie, take her and keep her protected until she's old enough,' then I took Elsa and ran. I quit my job as a palace cook and opened the orphanage."

"What about the body?" Merida asked. "There must have been a body or they wouldn't have said Elsa was killed too."

This time, Flynn thought Pabbie looked guilty before he added, "A few weeks after I opened the orphanage, someone left a baby girl outside our house in a basket but, when I opened the door, she was…" he hesitated, "she was dead. I knew they were still searching for Princess Elsa, so I took the dead baby girl and put her in front of the palace. When they found that baby, they assumed it was Elsa."

"We… we need to tell her…" Flynn said. He refused to be mad at Pabbie for lying to them because Flynn knew that if he was in that situation, he would have done the same, he would have done everything to keep Elsa a secret, keep her protected. "She's twenty, she's old enough to know."

"She," Rapunzel paused. "she's the rightful ruler of the throne. The moment she turns twenty-one! She'll be old enough! She can take the throne from Gothel! She can bring back the peaceful kingdom!"

"Oh, no, no, no, Blondie." Flynn ignored the glare both Merida and Rapunzel were giving him. "She doesn't know anything about ruling a kingdom! You can't put that kind of pressure on her!"

"But Gothel is evil!" Rapunzel glared at him, "Someone needs to dethrone her right now and I won't be old enough for another two years!" She tugged at her blond locks of hair. At any other moment, Flynn would have thought it was adorable, but now, he could barely sit still.

"I don't care-" Flynn was cut off by Merida's very loud Scottish voice.

"WE WILL LET THE PRINCESS DECIDE FOR HERSELF WHETHER SHE WANTS TO TAKE THE THRONE OR NOT," Merida frowned at the both of them, as she stood up.

"The girl is right," Pabbie nodded to Merida.

"Fine," replied Flynn, "then we need to get to the palace and tell Elsa who she really is."