Nico Di Angelo101: Sorry about that, may I ask which parts? No offence it is boring and tiring as hell. It is also so, very exhausting and time consuming.

GeeklygirlJelsalover: I have done what you have requested in this chapter.

WickedMagic: Don't worry about Nathanial, he's not a Hans.

olimacproductions: It's tradition, its what royals do. It's how they are raised.

Chapter 13: Arrival

The ship that Pitch was on soon landed at the broken down docks. There were gaping holes and splinters everywhere. It looked like someone hadn't been too careful with their repair of the dock, almost as if they had given up on it. Pitch wasn't sure where he should step for fear of plummeting below. He carefully managed to step around the gaping holes in the dock and manage to get onto dry land. He could see a miserable town before him, one that had long since given up on ever making a recovery. Well Pitch was here to tell them that it was time to come out of the shadows and show everyone who they were. Pitch made his way forward into the town. He could see eyes following him as he went. Clearly, the inhabitants of this town were not used to strangers. Pitch continued to walk with his head held high. He wanted to look impressive, intimidating to these people. He passed the town square which had a well that Pitch thought hadn't been used in years. In front of him was a large manor, much larger than his own. Pitch knew that this belonged to the King; it was the biggest building in sight. Pitch walked up to the front door and knocked.

"Go away," he heard in response.

Well what a friendly bunch, Pitch thought. He wondered if this is how they treat all visitors but then Pitch had to remind himself that they probably didn't have any more visitors. Pitch was probably the first they had in a very long time.

"I need to see the King," Pitch said. "It's very important."

"Didn't you hear me? I said to go away!"

"I wish to see the King!" Pitch demanded forcibly.

"Go away!"

"I won't go away until I have seen his majesty."

The doors open and a meek little man wearing rags opened the door. Pitch wasn't exactly too impressed with what he saw. How could the King let someone like him work for him? Was the King's standards lacking in some regard?

"You're a stubborn one aren't you?" he said.

Pitch swept passed him and headed into the house. Pitch could see that this house was once a grand building and held many treasures. Now that grand building was fading and those treasures were collecting dust and spider webs. The old meek man told Pitch to follow him which Pitch did. He led Pitch through the castle until Pitch entered a grand hall which led up to a golden throne which a man was sitting wearing a crown that was too big for his head. He gave Pitch a bored look as Pitch walked up to him. When Pitch got closer, he could see that the man wasn't really a man after all, he looked quite young, more a boy's age. He didn't look any older than twenty, maybe twenty one. He had long auburn hair that fell around his eyes and down his neck. He had dry and pale skin as if the King hadn't seen the light of day. Pitch was sure that if he stood up, Pitch would simply tower over the boy. There was something about the boy as if he didn't care about anything in the world. Pitch had never seen such a pathetic person. He just hoped that would all change very soon.

"Lord Pitch Black," the King said in an equally bored voice.

"How do you know my name?" Pitch asked. He had been quite taken aback that the King would know who he was especially since he was so far away from home.

"I know many things," the boy droned to Pitch. "But what I don't know is why you are here in Fellen? Surely you belong in your own kingdom, The Southern Isles?"

"The Southern Isles would not help me with what I desire your majesty," Pitch explained.

"What is it you desire Lord Black?" the King said clearly not interested at all with Pitch.

"I wish to take a kingdom for myself," Pitch said. "I am not royalty but I would like to be."

"Well surely The Southern Isles would make you Governor of the kingdom you wish to seek. Surely they would help you expand their empire. They could even get a fine Princess or Queen for you to marry and thus make you a Prince. That would surely give you what you desire, a chance to be royalty."

"They have tried that with a particular Queen."

"Why not marry her then?"

"Because I wish for her to be my Queen instead of her being my Queen," Pitch said.

"So this is the kingdom you seek?"

"Yes my Lord."

"My previous statement still holds then; why not get The Southern Isles to aid you in this…quest?"

"You see they do not wish to annoy the kingdom's Queen. The King's brother tried to take over it some years ago and did some pretty nasty things to the Queen and the Princess. Ever since then, my King, King Viktor, has tried to make it up to the Queen."

"Who is this Queen?" the King was now examining his own fingernails.

"Uh," Pitch didn't know whether or not the King was listening to him but nonetheless, he decided to continue. "Queen Elsa, milord."

"Queen Elsa," the King said. "Queen Elsa of where? Surely a Queen needs a kingdom."

"Oh of course, Queen Elsa of…of Arendelle."

The King suddenly sat up straight. The other members in the room had forgotten what they were doing originally and now were giving Pitch their full undivided attention. Pitch knew that now, he held all the cards. He had them right where he wanted them. He felt like a spider luring the fly into his web and had now caught it.

"Arendelle?" the King whispered.

"Yes," Pitch nodded.

"The same kingdom that sent my kingdom into a spiralling mess and sent my grandfather into despair and depression? That kingdom?"

"The very same."

The King looked at everyone around him. They all nodded at him as if to tell him to hear our Pitch which was exactly what Pitch wanted.

"Very well, Lord Black, let's hear what you have to say."

"I wish to become King of Arendelle and I believe that you could aid me in that quest."

"What's in it for us?" the King asked. "Why should we help you?"

"Because I know that for a very long time, your family has wanted to get back at Arendelle and this is your chance."

"My chance eh?" the King leaned his head towards Pitch. "My chance to get back at Arendelle? What makes you think that I want to get back at them eh?"

"Because King Klaus VI of Arendelle has turned your kingdom into a crumbling pile of dust and for so long now, I know you have wanted revenge. Join me and together we will take Arendelle and inflict the pain on Queen Elsa and her family just like how her family inflicted pain on yours."

King Diederik XII gave a man, who looked like one of his advisors, a look. He then nodded at the King.

"Alright," King Diederik XII said. "I think we have a deal here Lord Black."

"Her majesty dances very well," Prince Nathanial said.

"You are very kind," Elsa replied.

Elsa was at the ball to celebrate the arrival of Prince Nathanial and his family. The ball had just begun and it hadn't taken Prince Nathanial to ask to be Elsa's dance partner. Elsa, who had been flattered, had agreed. They were dancing a waltz, a dance that happened to be Elsa's forte. She loved a good waltz which Prince Nathanial seemed to pick up on rather quickly. Nathanial spun Elsa around and as she did, Elsa passed Anna and Kristoff on the dance floor who seemed to be enjoying themselves. Elsa always was surprised at how well Kristoff could change from being an ice harvester to a Prince of Arendelle. He would wear his usual garb around the castle but he would change into an elegant Prince at times like this. Elsa had a sneaking suspicion that Anna was somehow responsible. Elsa did admit that she did a good job. Elsa quickly looked back at Prince Nathanial and his chocolate coloured eyes met her bright shining blue ones. He seemed to be entranced by her.

"Your castle is a lovely home, your majesty," Prince Nathanial remarked.

"Thank you," Elsa said. "It's been my family's home for generations. I have enjoyed living here very much."

"I can relate," Prince Nathanial said. "My family have lived in the same place for many, many years. I love my home but it's nice to get out and visit other places."

"I know how you feel. I remember when I first went to Sweden with my father. I was young, only four I believe. I remember being overwhelmed by the royal palace. It was simply remarkable."

Prince Nathanial smiled. "Of course being very little at the time, I don't remember your visit."

"I remember you though," Elsa giggled. "You were barely one year old, a tiny little thing you were. It's hard to imagine that such a tiny thing has grown into the man before me."

Prince Nathanial matched Elsa's laugh. Elsa hated to say but she found it very easy to talk to Prince Nathanial but when she looked at him, she didn't feel the same way she felt about Jack. When she first met Jack, she could feel something along the lines of attractiveness, the very beginning of what was to be a romantic relationship. Sure, Prince Nathanial was very handsome, Elsa had been attracted to him and there would be no doubt he would make a good husband and a good father. Everything about him screamed perfect but somehow Elsa didn't think so. He wasn't Jack which meant he wasn't perfect.

"Is her majesty tired?" Prince Nathanial asked. "You haven't spoken for a while."

"Oh what?" Elsa realised she had been too caught up in her own thoughts to realise what was going on. "Oh, yes, a little, maybe."

"If you want, we can stop."

"No it's fine," Elsa smiled.

Bunnymund watched the crowd dancing before him. In one hand was a plate full of food and in the other hand was a chicken wing he was eating. If Bunnymund had to pick his favourite thing about the balls, it was the food. Of course being a guard, he wasn't actually invited to the ball, he was just told to watch out for any suspicious or reckless behaviour. He was supposed to be watching the guests but he instead was enjoying himself as he ate the food that was intended for the guests.

"Do you ever stop eating?" Jack asked watching Bunnymund.

"I'm hungry," Bunnymund said.

"Yeah so am I but that doesn't mean I'm going to go and stuff my face with chicken wings."

"You should, they're delicious."

Bunnymund and Jack looked back at the dancers. Bunnymund traced Jack's gaze and saw that his eyes were pinned firmly on Queen Elsa and Prince Nathanial. Bunnymund suppressed a smirk which was quite a difficult thing to do. He quickly regained himself and went back to eating his food.

"Who is this…Prince Nathanial guy?" Jack gestured towards the guy and Bunnymund could see that Jack was trying his best not to sound jealous.

"I don't know, some Prince from Sweden," Bunnymund answered. "He's the youngest son so he won't be King of Sweden but I hear he quite popular over there."

"So that's all he has going for himself? The fact that he's a good chap?"

"The looks department certainly helps," Bunnymund said. "All the ladies seem interested in him. He who stands tall with his perfect brunette hair that just seems to sit just right without the need for a comb. I can't even get my hair right and that's with a brush."

"Well looks aren't everything," Jack scoffed.

"Somebody sounds jealous," Bunnymund sang in a very low voice.

"What?" Jack said turning to face him.

"Oh nothing," Bunnymund said. "I didn't say anything."

"Oh okay."

Bunnymund smirked as Jack turned away. He was giving Prince Nathanial a small look of disgust.

"You think she is going to marry him?" Jack asked Bunnymund trying to sound if the question was of no real importance but failing to do so.

"I don't know," Bunnymund shrugged. "He is the best match we've seen; he's certainly ticks all the boxes plus he is royal."

"Don't remind me," Jack muttered darkly.

Bunnymund couldn't help himself. He patted Jack affectingly on the back. Jack gave Bunnymund a funny look and Bunymund instantly realised what he was doing. He awkwardly took his hand back and quickly used it to resume eating. Jack seemed to shrug it off as he resumed his sadden look in the direction of Queen Elsa. Bunnymund wanted to say something encouraging but he didn't know how to start. Should he just come right out and say it or should he warm his way up to it?

"So how's it going with this girl of yours?" Bunnymund asked.

"What?" Jack looked confused for a moment before realising what Bunnymund was talking about. "Oh, okay I guess."

"Did you talk to her?" Bunnymund asked knowing the answer.

"Yeah, we talked.

"And?" prompted Bunnymund.

"She and I, well, I don't really know how to define our relationship but we're getting there."

"So when's the wedding?"

"I don't think there will be one, her…uh…father wants her to marry someone else."

'What a pity," Bunnymund said. "You know if it was me I wouldn't let anyone come between me and a girl I cared and loved very much."

"So you would go for it?"

"Absolutely!"

Jack seemed to think about Bunnymund's advice. Bunnymund just hoped that Jack would take it and do the right thing.

Lord Anton was watching the ball from the balcony outside with a glass of champagne in his hand. He was chatting to his beautiful wife about the current affairs of the palace. Anton pretended not to know that she would then instantly gossip about what they had discussed to all her friends.

"Anton," came a voice that belonged to his fellow advisor Dierk.

"Excuse me my love," Anton said to his wife.

Dierk and Anton set off at a pace. Anton knew that Dierk wanted to discuss something privately with him. They didn't speak for several minutes. They just wandered around the garden. Anton wondered if Dierk was deciding on what to say. The matter must be quite delicate if Dierk was having trouble getting words out. Usually he would say anything that was on his mind. It was one of his many, er, talents.

"What can I do for Dierk?" Anton asked him.

"Lord Anton, I need your help regarding a very delicate matter," Dierk responded.

"And what matter would this? It wouldn't so happen involve a certain marriage between our sovereign and a visiting Prince from Sweden would it by any chance?"

"As a matter of fact it does," Dierk stopped in his tracks. "Lord Anton, Queen Elsa trusts you beyond everyone else, well apart from her own sister and brother-in-law, I need your help on this."

"I see," Anton twirled around the champagne in his glass. "You want me to speak to her majesty about marrying the Prince?"

"Indeed I do."

"You want me to convince her to marry Prince Nathanial?"

"Yes," Dierk was nodding furiously.

"I am flattered that you think I possess some magical convincing skills. The truth of the matter is that Queen Elsa will either marry him because she wants to or she won't marry him because she wants to. Either way, will be her decision."

"But she trusts you, she listens to you. Please just promise me you will talk to her about this?"

"Alright," Anton sighed. "I promise."

"Thank you," Dierk said.

The end of the ball soon came to a close. Elsa had enjoyed herself. She had enjoyed dancing and talking to Prince Nathanial. He seemed like a fine young man and so far was the best suitor that her advisors had put him for her. Elsa managed to catch Jack's eye before she went to bed. He bowed to her before she left. Elsa felt a little guilty. She felt like she was being some sort of mistress, cheating on her husband but Elsa had to remind herself that she and Jack weren't married, no matter how much she wanted it.

Prince Nathanial escorted Elsa up to her room at the end of the night. They paused outside her room.

"Thank you for a wonderful evening," Prince Nathanial said bowing and giving Elsa a kiss on the hand.

"No, thank you," Elsa said smiling.

"Goodnight, your majesty."

"Goodnight, Prince Nathanial."

As he promised, Anton was making his way to Queen Elsa to talk to her about Prince Nathanial. He had missed her at the ball and he figured she had retired for the night. So that's how Anton found himself walking along the corridor that led to her room. He found her talking to Prince Nathanial who seemed to be saying goodnight. Anton watched them both, looking for any clues. He certainly didn't see any. Queen Elsa just seemed to be polite to Prince Nathanial and nothing more. When Prince Nathanial left, Anton approached Elsa. She gave a little start when she heard his footsteps but smiled at him all the same.

"Queen Elsa," Anton said in a soft voice, "I'm sorry to disturb you especially at this time but may I have a small word?"

"Certainly," Elsa smiled.

"It's about this marriage business," he said, "between you and Prince Nathanial."

Elsa's face briefly darkened but she allowed Anton to continue.

"Are you serious about Prince Nathanial?" Anton asked.

"Not in the way you wish me to be," Elsa said.

"I never said that I wished you to be serious about someone that you are not interested in," Anton said.

"Well then the rest of the advisors then," Elsa shrugged.

"Don't listen to that useless bunch; they don't know the first thing about love."

Elsa laughed at Anton's words.

"Listen to what your heart tells you rather than a bunch of men," Anton continued. "Don't be pushed into marriage. Do what your sister did. Marry the man you want to and not what everyone else wants."

"Thanks," Elsa smiled at him.

Anton wished Elsa goodnight before walking away with a bit of grin on his face. He may not have done exactly what Dierk had wanted him to do but he had done what he had promised to do. Dierk had wanted Anton to convince Queen Elsa to marry Prince Nathanial but he had done what he promised. All he had promised was that he would talk to him. Anton hid a cheeky smile from Kai who was walking past. He just hoped that Dierk didn't get too upset with him but Anton didn't care. If he helped Elsa choose a man to marry which was someone who she wanted and loved and not someone who the advisors, especially Dierk that little sleazebag who didn't care about Elsa's feelings. All he cared about was marrying Queen Elsa off to someone who could bring Arendelle some great big alliance. Anton wouldn't say that he hated Dierk, he certainly didn't like him very much.

Anton kind of hoped that Queen Elsa would do what Princess Anna did and fall in love with some commoner, preferably one who didn't have a cent to his name. Anton would love to see the little veins in Dierk's head pop in anger. It would certainly be fun to watch Dierk self-destruct. That would quite a sight to watch. Anton grinned again. That would be quite fun to see. Anton continued to walk away with a bit of a spring in his step as he thought about what would happen. Other advisors such as Erik and Magnus would be on his side but people like Pieter and Gregor wouldn't. Well it doesn't matter what they think or how they felt, it mattered what Queen Elsa thought and how she felt about this.

Elsa opened her bedroom door and closed the door sharply behind her. She was thinking quite hard about Anton had said. She was so confused. She had thought that she was supposed to marry someone like Lord Black or Prince Nathanial. She had never thought for a second she would be allowed to marry someone of her preference, someone like Jack. She bit her lip. What would happen if she announced to her family and Arendelle that she was to wed Jackson Frost? A commoner, who just happened to be her Captain of her Guards. Well she knew that Anna would be behind her no matter what she chose but what would be the repercussions of her actions? What would it do to Arendelle? Elsa didn't know. Would it go so far to make Sweden hate Arendelle? Would it go so far as Sweden punishing Arendelle for its Queen's actions? No, that ridiculous. Sweden and Arendelle were old friends. They would only want what was right for Arendelle. They wouldn't do anything rash like that. Elsa's brain was just trying to make her panicked and frightened when she needed to be calm and collected. Elsa collapsed on her bed. What was she supposed to do?

King Mikael and her fellow advisors were all counting on her marrying and falling in love with Prince Nathanial. They wanted the union so badly whereas Elsa wasn't so sure. She wasn't sure of anything anymore. It was like Jack had come into her world and shaken it up so much that Elsa wasn't sure of what was up and what was down. It wasn't a bad thing. It was just a confusing thing.

Anton had told her to follow her heart. Her heart was leading her down the path of love, down the road that led to Jack. Elsa groaned into her hands. Marrying Jack instead of Prince Nathanial? It did sound kind of appealing. She would do anything to be with Jack. She had somehow and somewhere fallen in love with the guy. She wished her life didn't have to be this complicated. It wasn't as if Anton was giving her bad advice. He always gave her incredibly good advice and seemed to care a lot about her. Well, he had sort of seen her grow up. He was working as her father's advisor when she saw born but that didn't go as far as him knowing about her powers until the entirely of Arendelle knew. Should Elsa follow Anton's advice? She did trust him beyond anyone other than her own family. Anton certainly knew what he was doing.

A knock echoed throughout her thoughts bringing her back to reality. Elsa sat up on her bed. Jack came into the room after Elsa told him to. He grinned at Elsa. Elsa stood up and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"I just want you to know that whatever happens, I love you," she said.

"I love you too," Jack whispered.

Jack leaned in and gave her a tender kiss.

"Are you going to marry that Prince Nathanial?"

"I don't know. I honestly don't know if I am going to or not. He is the best suitor I have seen so far but he's not you. I so wish it could be you."

"We will be together, I promise," Jack said. "One way or another, I promise that somehow we will end up together."

"I hope that's true," Elsa breathed. "I really do."

Elsa leaned in and kissed Jack again. She decided to let all her fears and worries all go. She just let herself melt into Jack and let her feelings control her in this moment. She didn't care that she may not be allowed to be with Jack. She just let that all go. She wanted to be with him and even if it was for one night she was going to let it count.

A/N: I hope that everyone enjoyed this chapter. Please review =)