Greenland the Snow Queen and Norway the Reindeer King

Part 1: The First Time in Forever

Greenland woke up with a large pain in her head, almost like an ice cream headache. She groaned and sat up. Looking around, she saw that she was no longer home. Instead, she was in a large bedroom that definitely was not hers. Greenland was sitting at a vanity, where she had seemingly fallen asleep. She stood up and looked at her reflection and gasped. She wasn't in her pants, jacket and boots anymore. Instead, Greenland was now wearing a white dress with a sweetheart bodice with silver trim, black long-sleeved turtleneck blouse with red and icy blue crystals, a dark red cape and dark brown flats with silver outlines. Her light blond hair was woven in a French braided crown twist bun with a silver tiara on her head. A pair of blood red gloves were resting on the table in front of her.

"Where am I?" Greenland muttered to herself. There was a knock on the bedroom door, making her jump.

"Your highness?" said a voice from the other side, "Are you ready?" Greenland raised an eyebrow.

"Ready for what?" she asked. She heard laughter from the other side of the door.

"The coronation! Did you forget? Your brother is becoming King of Arendelle today." Greenland's green eyes grew wide. She was in a castle, and someone was about to become a king.

"Y-Yes!" Greenland replied hastily, "I'm ready!"

"Alright then, I'll go wake your brother." She heard footsteps retreating from the door. Brother? Did he mean Denmark?

"This can't be happening...I'm just dreaming…" Greenland pinched her arm, but she still remained in the bedroom. "Oh no! Please tell me I'm not in that storybook!" Panic began to surge through Greenland's viens. As it did so, the tabletop she had been resting her hands began to have ice growing on it, starting from her hands. Greenland jumped back in surprise.

"What the holy heck?" she said to herself before her green eyes grew wide with realization. "I'm in a storybook...I have ice powers...oh dear god, I'm the Snow Queen…" Her body relaxed. "Okay...I've read this story a thousand times. I know it by heart! And... oh crap... this isn't going to end well for me..."

"The window is open, so's that door! I didn't know they did that anymore!" sang a faint and deep voice. Greenland's ears perked up. "Who knew we owned eight thousand salad plates…?"

"Is that who I think it is?" Greenland muttered to herself. She walked over to the door and opened it just enough so she could peek out of it.

"For years I've roamed these empty halls, Why have a ballroom with no balls?" the voice sang again, "Finally, I get to open up the gates!" Greenland heard a clatter from down the hall and she stifled a laugh.

"I know that voice…"

"There will be actual real live people, It will be totally strange! Wow, I'm so ready for this change!"

"It's Denmark!" Greenland giggled once again.

"For the first time in forever, there'll be music, there'll be light! For the first time in forever, I'll be dancing through the night! Don't know if I'm elated or gassy, but I'm somewhere in that zone! Because for the first time in forever, I won't be alone." Greenland shut the door and leaned against it.

"It's like when it was just him, me, and Iceland. He's alone again...and it's because of me." Ice began to grow at Greenland's feet. She jumped back and took a deep breath, calming herself down.

"Tonight, Imagine me suit and all! Fetchingly draped against the wall, the picture of sophisticated grace!"

Greenland reached over for the cyan gloves on the table. She ran her fingers against the fabric.

"Suddenly, I see them standing there, a beautiful stranger, tall and fair. I wanna stuff some chocolate in my face!"

An idea came into Greenland's head. She was younger than Denmark, and the servant at the door said that he was becoming King. So...why had the gates been shut the entire time? Couldn't he had just opened the gates himself?

"But then we laugh and talk all evening, which is totally bizarre! Nothing like the life I've lead so far!"

Greenland heard another crash coming from the hall. She sighed. This made no sense. Shouldn't Denmark be in her place and vice versa?

"For the first time in forever, There'll be magic! There'll be fun!" Greenland heard Denmark sing. She put the gloves on the table. "For the first time in forever, I could be noticed by someone! And I know it's totally crazy, to dream I'd find romance! But for the first time in forever...at least I've got a chance." Greenland walked over to her window and gazed out of it, watching the guests arrive. She sighed. Denmark would panic if he found out about this. He could tolerate Norway's magic because he worked only in the basement. However...if he knew Greenland had powers…

The Greenlandic gasped in pain as a memory forcefully made it's way into her mind. It was of a younger Greenland and Denmark. Greenland looked like she was in her early teens. She was crying heavily, and there as blizzard going on around them.

"Hanna!" called out Memory-Denmark, "Come back! Please! It's not your fault!"

"It is!" Memory-Hanna cried, "Stay away from me! I'll just make things worse!" Little Greenland held out her hands in front of her, as a sort of gesture. An icy blast shot out of them and struck Denmark in the chest. He screamed and fell to the ground. "MATHIAS!"

As the memory cut off, tears welled up in Greenland's green eyes.

"I hurt him…" she muttered, "I hurt Denmark…" Greenland looked at her hands.

"Don't let them in…" she sang, "Don't him see…" She looked at the door. "Be the good girl you always have to be…" Greenland put her hands on the vanity's mirror. "Conceal...Don't feel...Put on a show! Make one wrong move, then everyone will know…" The vanity began to cover over with ice, and Greenland jumped back. She grabbed the gloves. "But it's only for today…"

"It's only for today!" Greenland heard Denmark sing.

"It's agony to wait…" She stared at the gloves in her hands

"It's agony to wait!" Greenland pulled the gloves on, hoping that they kept this power at bay. "Tell the guards to open up the gates!"

"The gates…" Greenland opened her bedroom door and sped down the hall.

"Don't let him in, Don't let him see…" she muttered to herself as she passed the servants, "Be the good søster you always have to be…Conceal...Conceal don't feel don't let him know!" The Nordic crashed into someone while in her trance. She fell to the ground with a thud.

"I'm sorry, your highness!" said the servant Greenland had crashed into quickly. They bent down and pulled the princess to her feet. Greenland brushed off her dress.

"It's fine...really…" she said as she looked up at the servant. Her green eyes met familiar violet ones. Greenland's eyes grew wide as they met Iceland's. "Hello, Iceland…" Iceland raised one of his silver eyebrows.

"Iceland?" he repeated in curiosity, "You know that's not my name, princess. It's Emil." Greenland cocked her head in curiosity, but shook it off.

"I-I-I'm sorry," she said quickly, "I just don't know where my head is!" Iceland nodded.

"I understand. You must be excited about the coronation and everything. I'm here to take you there."

"You are?"

"Yes, Prince Mathias ordered me too. But between you and me, I would have done it anyway. You're my only friend here." A blush appeared on Greenland's pale skin as the two made their way to the church.