AN: Sorry this is a bit late, I fell asleep typing it and went camping over the weekend. But I hope you guys enjoy it anyway. So without further ado, I give you: The Coronation

Disclaimer: I don't own Frozen.

The dignitaries and guests sat in pews in the castle's chapel, eagerly awaiting the ceremony, but even more anxious for the ball that would follow. A choir above the altar sung a beautiful song in Norwegian. Nels and Alex sat about halfway back in the chapel, without a very clear view of the altar. The Duke and Duchess of Victoria had finally quieted down, and the ceremony began.

The two singers from the courtyard, who Nels now realized were the princesses, stood next to a priest who was holding what Nels assumed to be the symbols of royalty in Arendelle. A golden scepter and a small golden ball with a name that he couldn't place, nor did he really care to try. He wasn't much for caring about insignificant facts.

The queen stepped forward to take the two objects before being briefly halted by the priest, who requested she remove her gloves. Even as far back as he was, Nels could see her hands shaking as she lifted the two symbols of the cushion and turned to face the crowd. The priest recited a small phrase in Old Norse. Of course they teach us fucking Latin in the Navy. What the hell is the use of a dead language? At least Old Norse is still spoken, Nels thought, frustrated that he couldn't translate. "What's he saying?" he whispered to Alex, who somehow knew Old Norse.

"As she holds the holy properties and is crowned in this holy place, I give you…" the prince translated.

"Queen Elsa of Arendelle!" The priest finished.

The entire crowd stood and repeated "Queen Elsa of Arendelle!" The sound reverberated off the walls of the small chapel. Queen Elsa had whirled around and put her gloves on again, completely disregarding the two royal symbols and placing her hands modestly in front of her.

The coronation ball

A quartet played a quick tune as the guests spun around and clapped to the rhythm on the dance floor. Nels stood near the throne, away from most of the crowd, a glass of champagne in his hand. He had been talking to several foreign dignitaries earlier. The French dignitary was very polite, at least for a Frenchman, and had given the admiral some tips on how to talk with women. The Spaniard behaved as expected, being no less than jovial and just tickled pink to meet Nels. And the emissary from the Southern Isles, a young prince by the name of Hans Westerguard, had caught his attention. Sitnalta and the Southern Isles were friendly enough, considering both hated Gallica, and neither were too fond of Weselton either. But something about this prince…

He really rubbed me the wrong way, Nels thought as he sipped his champagne and frowned, both at the bubbly drink and Hans. He was so obsessed with Princess Anna, why he was asking me anything I have no idea. He knew more about her than I did, than half of the people here, I'd guess. And those sideburns, the admiral grimaced, and decided the champagne just wasn't quite strong enough. He set his glass down, slipped a hand into his coat, and pulled out a flask of Sitnaltan firewater. He put it down like it was nothing, not even flinching or giving the slightest hint of a cough. His throat felt like it was melting. I guess that's why they call it firewater, he thought, starting to put the flask away.

A hand shot out of nowhere, grabbing his wrist. "Really, Nels?" Alex asked. "Champagne just not good enough for you?"

The admiral shrugged, glancing around at the dancing nobles. "I guess. I'm just trying not to lose control."

"So you stand in a corner, drinking? How many times were you dropped when you were little?"

Nels chuckled. "More than my fair share." He yanked his arm free and took another swig.

"Come on, Nels, this party is amazing! At least three young ladies have already asked me to marry them, and even more want me to introduce you to them!"

"I told you I'm bad with people, Alex. I'm not moving from here."

"If you're trying not to lose control, then put the damn flask away, and go and mingle with people!"

Nels opened his mouth to reply, completely ready to cause a scene, when the song ended and the band began playing a different song. An announcer stood next to the throne and called out "Queen Elsa of Arendelle!" the new queen strode regally in front of the crowd and took her place in front of the throne. Her head was held high, and she seemed to radiate an aura of power, despite being so young. "Princess Anna of Arendelle!" Princess Anna, the redhead, dashed out in front of the crowd before giving an awkward little wave and having to be placed next to her sister by the announcer. The entire crowd applauded the new monarch.

"She's worse than I am!" Nels laughed to Alex.

"At least she tries." Alex turned away to talk to an emissary from Belgium.

"Eat shit. Oh hey," he tugged Alex's sleeve. "Look who it is!" He pointed at the Duke of Weselton, who now stood in front of the queen and princess. The tiny man went through a small flurry of what Nels assumed was a show of his dancing skills, but ended up looking like a fool when he finished with a bow and his toupee fell off. The two cousins stifled laughs as the Duke dragged Princess Anna to the dance floor and proceeded to give her several broken toes, scoliosis, and mental scarring so deep that no shrink would be able to cure her. They had broken out into full laughter by the time she had dragged herself back to the throne.

"Now's our chance! Let's go get the announcer and meet them!" Alex squealed like a child.

The throne

"Your majesty, Grand Prince Alexander of Sitnalta and Vice Admiral Nels Erakson the Fearless of the Royal Sitnaltan Navy!" the announcer bellowed.

The two men bowed to the queen and princess. "'The fearless?'" Nels whispered to Alex. "When the hell did I get a title?"

"After you decided to sail through a damn hurricane."

The two straightened out, their cheeks still rosy from laughter. They stood about half a head taller than the girls, even with the platform the queen and her sister were standing on. Nels's jaw dropped as he came face to face with the queen. She was more beautiful than he could have ever imagined. Her eyes were as blue as ice, her skin as pale and as flawless as porcelain, and her blonde hair was tucked up behind her head in a bun. He had to consciously close his mouth before he started to drool. His eyes traveled further down her body, showing him her curvy figure, which was well concealed by the dress she was wearing. It was turquoise, with a matching bodice, and a black top underneath. A long purple cape adorned her shoulders. The dress appeared to be made of velvet, and Nels, who was overheating in his cotton dress blues, wondered how she wasn't having a heat stroke. He didn't believe in love at first sight, but with that first look at the queen, he, just like every other man in the room, was smitten.

Just remember what the Frenchman taught you… He stepped forward, placed his hands on either side of her head, and kissed both her cheeks, causing her face to redden. He did the same to Princess Anna, noticing a small white streak in her hair as he did so. Just like Derek and Emily, he thought. His hand brushed the streak, and even through his glove, he could feel how much colder it was than the rest of her hair.

The two princesses were blushing furiously, the announcer, and Alex were staring at Nels with horrified expressions on their faces. "Excuse us for a moment, your majesty," Alex managed before dragging Nels away."

"Wait, what? Did I do it wrong?" Nels cried out as Alex dragged him back into the crowd.

When they reached an open spot, Alex whirled around and slapped Nels. "What the hell was that?"

"For God's sake, stop slapping me! The Frenchman said to-"

"Goddammit Nels, you're taking love lessons from a Frenchman? And also, you're hitting on the queen? Hey!" He snapped his fingers in front of Nels's face who was now staring ceaselessly at the queen, ignoring him.

"I just thought that's how you people greeted each other!" Nels distractedly protested.

"You people?!"

"You know, royals."

"Nels, please, just don't mess this up-" the admiral completely tuned his cousin out, returning to staring at the queen. She's blonde, unlike her sister. That painting in the hallway showed their parents as red and dark brown. Her sister has a white streak - she always wears the gloves. His gaze drifted down to his own gloved hands. And the streak is cold… Nels's body temperature was much lower than that of normal people, who usually felt very hot to him. But Elsa… she'd felt almost… normal. He racked his brains, trying to piece this together. The white streak in Anna's hair was as cold as ice, and identical to the ones that had appeared on his brother and sister's heads after he'd struck them. And the castle gates had been locked for thirteen years.

Is Elsa like me? He wondered. He finally looked back up at the sisters. Anna had said… something to Elsa, who had turned away. Anna excused herself and walked away sadly while Elsa just sort of stood there. Why doesn't she go after her? He looked around. Of course. Conceal, don't feel. If I'm right, she's probably having a hard time keeping herself collected, on the biggest day of her life, surrounded by morons. It'd be enough to break me.

"You didn't hear a word I just said, did you?" Alex asked, jerking Nels back to reality.

"Wait, what?" Nels asked, completely lost.

"Didn't think so. I stopped talking like a minute ago. You've been staring at the queen, and I think you're starting to freak her out."

Sure enough, Elsa was glancing back at Nels every once in a while, but jerking her eyes away when she saw he was still watching her. Finally, she gave a little wave to him, smiling uncomfortably. He waved back and began walking towards her, bowing when he reached her.

So much for making a good impression, he thought when he stood. The queen was obviously still creeped out.

"Your majesty, I apologize for my earlier behavior, and for staring at you nonstop. It's just that I'm not used to being around people, we're awkward – I mean I'm awkward, you're gorgeous – wait, what?" He stopped, realizing he was just digging himself a deeper grave.

But Elsa was trying not to laugh at the awkward admiral. Alex had facepalmed but was laughing hysterically at his bumbling cousin.

Nels decided to try to start over, even though it was too late. "Your majesty, I was wondering if, uh… I mean I'd be honored if you would…"

"Your majesty, I think he's asking you to dance," Alex managed to finish for him.

Queen Elsa regained (or at least tried to) her regal composure. "Thank you admiral, only I don't dance. But my sister – "

"My lady, I apologize for interrupting again, but neither does he. But I can promise you that he's not nearly as bad as the duke of Weasel Town," Alex interjected. "Please. You're the first woman besides his sister he's actually been able to talk to."

So he's trying to play the pity card. I guess he knows what he's doing, Nels thought.

Queen Elsa sighed, knowing they wouldn't take no for an answer. First her sister walking out, now these two. They were funny, sure, but this night wasn't quite turning out as good as she'd hoped. "Admiral, I would be honored to." She offered him her hand and walked to the dance floor with Nels.

Unlike the Duke, Nels actually could dance. He was better than Elsa, but that wasn't saying much. Being locked up in isolation for thirteen years hadn't helped her social skills much, but from what she got from Nels, neither did sailing. Her heart pounded as the couple danced. She was grateful that she had her gloves on, feeling the fear build up inside. He led as they waltzed around the dance floor, in the middle of a circle of other dancers, who eyed Nels jealously. He tripped over his own feet at least twice, stepped on the queen's trailing cape, and accidentally stepped on her foot. But she stepped on him about a dozen times. Their clumsy dancing had worked wonders to calm her down. Nels's toes ached as he led her back to the throne. "Thank you, my lady."

"Your majesty," Kai interrupted, now with the French and Spanish dignitaries in tow.

"Excuse me," the admiral said as he scurried off to find Alex.

Princess Anna and Prince Hans walked back into the ballroom, hand in hand, smiling from ear to ear. This ought to be good, the admiral thought as they made a beeline straight for the queen. He abandoned his search for Alex.

"There she is! Elsa! I mean, Queen, me again," Anna said, interrupting the queen's conversation with the two dignitaries. The princess cleared her throat. "May I present Prince Hans of the Southern Isles."

Prince Hans bowed to the queen. "Your majesty." He and Anna giggled. "We would like – "

"– Your blessing –"

" – Of our marriage!" the two finished in unison.

I was right, this IS getting good! Nels thought as the happy couple worked out all the details of their wedding.

"No one's brothers are staying here, nobody is getting married!" Queen Elsa interrupted their fantasy.

"Wait, what?"

"May I speak to you please? Alone?" the queen glanced around quickly, then back to her sister.

"What, no. Whatever you have to say, you can say to both of us."

Elsa sighed. To Nels, it looked like she was going to say something else to Anna. "Fine. You can't marry a man you just met."

"But it's true love!" the princess protested.

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

"More than you, all you know is how to shut people out!" Anna cried. Elsa recoiled slightly, trying not to let the pain show.

Should I do something? Nels asked himself. If I'm wrong, I'll look like a fool. But I already look like a fool. Dammit, I have to do SOMETHING or this party could get a whole lot cooler. He facepalmed. Great, now I'm making puns.

Elsa had begun to walk away. "The party is over. Close the gates." A guard ran off to execute her orders.

"Elsa, please!" Anna rushed forward to grab her sister, accidentally grabbing the glove off her left hand.

"Give me my glove!" Elsa shouted, making a grab for it with her right hand, tucking her left one away. Oh shit,Nels thought and rushed forward to intervene.

"I can't live like this anymore!"

The gates closed for thirteen years, opened only for today. Nels's eyes widened in fear. She can't control it.

"Enough Anna," Elsa growled back. Nels finally reached Anna, sensing the queen was about to lose her cool. He put a hand on the princess's arm.

"Anna, please. Stop." He tried taking the glove from her.

She pulled away. "No, why? Why do you shut me out – "

"Anna, stop!"

" – Why do you shut the world out?"

"Anna, goddammit she's had enough!" Nels almost shouted.

"What are you so afraid of?" Anna shouted, unaware that every eye in the room was facing them.

"I SAID ENOUGH!" Queen Elsa whirled around, blue light shooting out of her left hand, forming a half circle of wicked spikes around her. Everybody in the ballroom jumped back, except Nels. He tore the glove out of Anna's surprisingly strong hand.

"Sorcery," The Duke of Weselton whispered. "I knew there was something dubious going on here!"

Elsa was paralyzed with fear as the entire crowd just stared at her with fear in their eyes. All but three looked at her as if she was a monster. The admiral began taking small steps forward, his hands held out in front of him as if he were trying to calm down a child. "Elsa-"

The queen pushed through the doors and ran down the hallway. The Duke and his thugs immediately gave chase, screaming "monster" the entire way. Anna, Hans, and Nels sprinted after them. Nels heard an explosion from down the corridor. Shit, that can't be good, he thought until he saw the three other men sprawled on the steps, ice and frost all around them. Never mind, she's doing just fine, he thought with a small chuckle, making sure to kick the Duke as he ran by. Everybody was too distracted by the queen's outburst to notice the small patches of ice forming at his own feet.

"Elsa!" Anna cried out. The three ran out of the courtyard through one of the side entrances, emerging at the shore of the fjord. Elsa was standing there backing away from them slowly, ice forming at her own feet. She glanced back, and saw the fjord freezing beneath her. Giving one last look to her sister, she turned and dashed across the black water, turning the surface to ice with each step. "Elsa! Stop, please!" Anna shouted once more before slipping on the ice. Hans knelt down next to her. Nels ran past the two, gaining on the fleeing queen.

"Goddammit Elsa, we're not going to hurt y-" he tripped and smacked his face off the ice, sliding until he came to a stop. "Elsa, please!" He shouted, pulling himself to his knees. He lifted his hand to his face, covering his now bleeding nose. A small flurry danced through the air around him. The queen, the beautiful young sorceress, reached the other side of the fjord, still in a dead sprint. Nels's next words were no more than a whisper and nothing less than the truth.

"Please… I love you…"

Whew! 3,000 words, by far my longest chapter yet. Sorry if the end disappointed any of you, made you mad, etc. but it's what I had planned for this part. But, as usual, thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed it, and please leave me a review. Seriously, will somebody please write one? I don't like begging like this so please just do it. But anyway, thanks again, I'll see you soon. And please tell your friends about this story if you haven't already. And remember: go forth and be a force of awesome!

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