The morning had just stared the next day when a lookout cried out he saw several sails in the distance. Three were from the Corona, the forth and last carried a Westergaard banner over it.

As soon as the Southern Isles ship reached the harbor, a massive figure, riding on the largest horse in Europe, rode off the ship, and headed for the castle.

All the people in the village, coward at the sight of this giant on his horse as he rode through, though none could see his face, or any part of his flesh, cause he was clad head to toe with layers upon layers of tough leather, thick chainmail, and solid plates of armor, the heaviest ever made. On his head, he wore a helm shaped like a roaring bear.

Riding across the bridge and through the gates, this man was greeted in the courtyard by the Queen of the Southern Isles, by Hans, and the Duke.

Dismounting from his horse, the Iron Bear of the Southern Isles stood before his mother, towering over her.

Prince Derek, my son," said the queen. "I'm glade you came as fast as you could."

Derek removed his helm, revealing his mane and beard of urbane hair underneath. "Mother, who am I fighting?"

The queen's eyes narrowed. "Does it matter?"

The enormous prince, shook his head.

"Good," said the queen. "The trail begins tomorrow morning. Win for me, my son, and then we shall avenge your brother."

The Iron Bear growled. "I shall avenge him, myself!"

Elsa had been informed that Prince Derek and Ambassador Adrian from Corona, had arrived, while she was in Anna's room having breakfast together.

The two glanced worriedly at each other, before Elsa quickly finished her meal, then proceeded to prepare to greet the Corona ambassador.

As Elsa and her handmaidens walked down the hall, they came upon a window, overlooking the courtyard, and they all stopped to stare as they saw Prince Derek himself, in the courtyard, surrounded by several cut lumber and large rocks.

The prince wielded a long and heavy battleaxe that was meant to be held with both hands, but the prince held it in just one of his massively strong hand, and swung it threw the air, effortlessly.

First, the Iron Bear used his mighty axe to split the lumber, into splinters, and the rocks, into pebbles. All the while, roaring like a angry bear, while swinging his battleaxe.

"He's even stronger that the stories says he is!" cried on handmaiden.

"Taller too," said another.

"How can Flynn Rider possible defeat him?" asked Jane sadly.

"He can't!" cried another one. "No one can defeat that! Tomorrow morning, Eugene will be dead!"

"Nooo!" screamed Jane.

Elsa had tried her best to keep her face calm and emotionless as always. But seeing the mighty Iron Bear herself, and hearing how it was going to kill the man she loved tomorrow.

It was too much for her. She griped her hands together tightly, as her face cringed with fear.

"Your Majesty," said Gerda looking at her. "Are you alright?"

"I…" Elsa almost gasped. "I don't think I can wait in the courtyard to greet Ambassador Adrian. Have him, meet me in the library instead."

"As you wish, your Grace," said Gerda. "We shall escort you to the library and then-"

"No," cried Elsa as she backed away from them all down the hall. "You all wait here. I like to go the library alone."

Elsa almost tripped over herself, as she suddenly dashed down.

"Now what's wrong with her? Asked Jane as they all watched.

Elsa tired to get to the library as fast as she could, but as she past by two servants, she overheard them talking.

"Have you seen Prince Derek yet?"

"Who hasn't? He's is so big, the man who's going to fight him doesn't have a chance."

Elsa quickly ran past them, trying to forget what they said, but then she overheard two of the castle guards talking.

"Have you seen that giant battleaxe the prince carries?"

"I know, I mean, what can Eugene possibly do against that?"

She ran past them, hoping to get to the library soon, when she ran into the Duke and his bodyguards in the hall.

"Well, I suppose tomorrow will be the end of Flynn Rider and- Ah Queen, where are you head-Baaah!" she pushed past him. "Now what made her do that?" he asked his bodyguards who did not answer.

Finally, she reached the doors of the library, and opened them, then quickly shut them behind her.

Closing her eyes and sighing heavily, she walked into the middle of the room, hoping the solitude would help compose herself and take her mind off of Derek, and Eugene.

"Elsa?"

Said a familiar voice inside the room, and Elsa almost screamed as she spun and saw Eugene in the library with her, standing by the bookshelves with a book in his hand.

"Eugene! What you doing here? I thought you'd be training in the woods."

"I thought I let my body rest for the trail tomorrow," Explained Eugene as he turned his body to face her. "Plus my hands seem to still be recovering from getting frozen the other night."

"Oh, are you alright?"

"I'm fine. Just a slight tingling in me fingers," he replied. "Don't worry, I'll be ready to fight at the trail tomorrow."

Elsa was relived, although she wished they could delay the trail. She then asked. "But what are you doing here in the castle?"

"Anna invited me over to wish me good luck," answered Eugene, closing his book. "But if your Grace wishes me to leave, then I will."

"No please don't go," Elsa held up her hand to as if she could stop him from leaving. "I was just waiting for Ambassador Adrian to come here. And…I would like you to stay here for when he arrives."

Eugene looked surprised. "Very well, Elsa, if that is your wish."

"It is," she didn't mean to say it so quickly but she couldn't help herself. She felt so nervous and anxious standing there alone with him, while he appeared completely calm, as though he did not remember what had happened last night.

"Um, what book are you reading?"

He showed her the cover.

THE TALES OF FLYYNIGAN RIDER

"That story," said Elsa smiling. "My mother used to read it to me and Anna when we were kids."

"Really?' asked Eugene looking at the book. "I used to read all the time when I was a boy in the orphanage. He was my hero, growing up."

"Really?"

"Yes," replied Eugene as he put the book back on the shelve. "I always wanted to be like him. Go on adventures, seeking fame, glory and riches. Then have my very own castle to call home, where I would live the rest of my days surrounded by piles of money and jewels."

"Alone?"

He shrugged. "Well, I did sometimes imaging I would marry a princess someday."

That made Elsa feel sad, thinking that he loved her sister, but she did her best from letting it show.

Eugene then sighed. "But instead of all that, look at me now. I'm poor. I'm a nobody, and I'm about to fight the most dangerous man in Europe." Plus, I've fallen in live with a Queen!

Elsa also sighed. "Yes, I saw Prince Derek practicing in the courtyard. He is very strong, and very tall."

Eugene nodded. "Yes, and surprisingly fast for his size."

"And yet you're still planning to fight him," Elsa now sounded worried. "Why?"

"Why? I already told you, I made a promise to your sister."

"Yes, but she told me she made your promise to look after me, not her," she could no longer keep her distress canceled form Eugene. "So why Eugene, why are you going to fight that man when you have no chance of defeating him?"

Eugene was taken back as he saw the same look she had when she was in the forest the other night. "Elsa."

He took a step towards her, but she held up her hands. "No, don't come near me. Just tell me the truth. Why are you doing this?"

Eugene stared at her for a long moment. "For you."

Elsa suddenly felt like her heart stopped. "What?"

"Elsa," he said so lovingly. "I promised Anna I would look after you. This is why I'm going to defeat that prince tomorrow. To deliver your only beloved sister to you safely."

Elsa was speechless. All this time she thought he was doing this because he loved Anna, when the real reason was because he was ding it for 'HER' not Anna.

"But. Eugene. You could die tomorrow!" she almost cried.

"Perhaps," he said casually. "But I think I've got a pretty good chance of winning."

"But how?" it upset her to see him not acting seriously. "How can you defeat him when no one else could."

He smiled softly as he approached her, "You really want to know?"

He stopped when he was close enough to touch her, but didn't. Making it almost unbearable for Elsa. "Yes, please!"

A gleam came across his eyes. "Dancing."

Elsa felt like screaming. "What?!"

Eugene however, kept his demeanor, calm. "That is how I plan to win the fight. That and a few other tricks I've got up my sleeve."

Elsa felt horrified. Wondering if the man was joking, or just insane. But either way, the fate of her sister, was in the hands of a man whose secret to winning was dancing.

"How, how can that make you win?"

Eugene stared oddly at her. "My dear Queen, do you not know that power of dancing?"

Power? What was he talking about? "I…no, I do not know. I've never had much experience with dancing."

He raise an eyebrow. "But you do know how to dance, right?"

She shook her head.

"What?" his eyes grew big. "A Queen that doesn't know how to dance? How can that be?"

She looked down. "I, just never had the time, or someone to dance with."

Eugene couldn't believe what he just heard. "Never had someone to dance with, why not?"

"We don't have a lot of balls or celebrations in Arendelle. And when we do, no one wants to dance with someone who can freeze them." She said, feeling ashamed.

Eugene set his jaw. Ever since Elsa had walked into the library, he had done his best to keep himself from running up to her, taking her into his arms like he did the other night, and tell her how he felt about her.

But since she was a Royal Queen, and he a commoner. He tried to act civil and keep his feelings concealed as he talked to her. But seeing how upset she was, he would have none of that.

"Well Queen Elsa, after all this over with and Anna's free and I'm gone, you should learn how. Trust me, there is nothing more enjoyable in this world than dancing."

Her eyes glanced up at him. "Really."

"Of course your Grace," he grind with confidence. "It's not so hard, anyone can teach you."

An idea suddenly came to Elsa. It might've been a selfish idea, but she couldn't help herself. It aggravated her so much for Eugene to simply stand here talking to her like this.

"Eugene," she asked softly. "Will you teach me."

Eugene mouth gaped open. "Ah, excuse me, your Grace."

"Can you give me a simple lesson in dancing. Right now?" it was hard, keeping the anxiety out of her voice.

"But, but what about the ambassador that's coming," Eugene began.

"There's still some time before he arrives," Elsa took a small step towards him. "Just a quick lesson. Please?"

Eugene hesitated. Not because he didn't want to, but because he was afraid of what might happen, of what he might do, if he did. To feel her in his arms again, her coolness against his warmth, to hear her breathing, to smell her sweet scent.

Wanting to say no, but couldn't. He almost whispered. "Okay."

"First, you put your right hand in mine, then place your left around my shoulder, while I…put mine, around your waist."

Elsa did as he told her, without saying a word, only staring into his face, as she felt her body so close to his.

"Okay, now we move to the music. But…since there is none, I guess we will have to improvise. I'll start taking steps to the sides, and you just follow my lead. Okay?"

She nodded.

There wasn't a lot of open space in the library for dancing, but the two managed as best they could. However, although both seemed to be doing well, in moving around slowly together, both were having an internal battle.

Eugene could feel himself losing control as he felt Elsa in his arms, moving around the room with her, looking into her eyes.

Elsa, had only wanted to feel him in her arms again. But now, as she held him, and him her. It was still not enough for her, she wanted more as she stared into his eyes.

Eventually, they found they couldn't move anymore, just stand there, saying nothing for the longest time.

"Ah," Eugene suddenly found his voice. "Well, that's the first lesson. I know it might not have seemed much."

"It was wonderful," she whispered.

Instead of kissing like he wanted to. Eugene forced himself to remove his arm from her waist. "Well, you should keep trying then. And maybe someday, you'll find yourself a real partner, like Hans, or some other royalty."

He tried to pull away, but Elsa gripped him gently. "I don't want anyone else."

The room suddenly felt very hot for Eugene. "Ah, your Grace."

"Eugene Please!" she grasped him, and buried her face into his shoulder. "I cant let you go. Not without telling you, how grateful I am to you, and how much you mean to me. And the thought of you dying tomorrow, is unbearable!"

Her tears stained his vest. "I'm sorry, but I'm so scared I just can't stop crying. Please Eugene. Please! Win or lose, promise me you will not die tomorrow!"

Her face looked up at his and it was too much for him. Eugene couldn't stand another moment seeing pain and sorrow in her eyes, as her lips quivering in fear.

He brought his head down on hers, his lips, covering her own.

Elsa eyes opened wide in shock as she tried to gasped, but couldn't as Eugene's mouth kissed hers. But only after a second, did she then close her eyes and return his loving kiss with her own.

Their wet lips finally pulled away and Elsa gasped for breath as she opened her eyes to see Eugene had a petrified look on his face.

"Elsa!" he said quickly. "Forgive me! I did not mean to-"

"No!" she put her arms around his neck. "Please, don't stop."

Upon giving him permission, Eugene sized her, and leaned down to kiss her again, this time, more passionately as his hands grasped her backside.

Elsa almost screamed as his warm lips overcame her cool ones. But soon, she held his head in her tiny hands, as she matched his powerful kiss with her own.

He knew he should stop. He knew this wasn't right, she was a Queen, a ruler of an entire kingdom, and he was just a commoner. But he couldn't stop, he couldn't let her go. Instead, he continued to embrace her lips with his.

Suddenly, the library doors opened!