Prompt from Guest: Could you do Frozen / Quest for Camelot crossover with Elsa x Ruber pairing. Arranged marriage AU where King Arthur decides to marry Ruber off in another kingdom before he can cause any trouble in Camelot. Despite everyone expecting the worst in their marriage Elsa and Ruber are happy together.

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Elsa fidgeted on the throne.

She had hoped that the chaos that was her coronation, would put any neighbouring kingdom off from suggesting a proposal.

Sadly it was not to be.

Today, she would meet her intended, Sir Ruber of Camelot. And the stories of her intended were very disturbing.

Apparently, he fought like a demon, with a temper to match.

Others acknowledged that he was intelligent and cunning, possibly a little too much, hence the reason he was getting 'relocated' away from Camelot. Apparently, his loyalty left a lot to be desired.

All of it built a very intimidating picture, and Elsa had to strain not to shift constantly on the throne.

As the two large door at the opposite end of the throne room swung open, a voice called out; "Sir Ruber of Camelot!"

Elsa straightened up at the introduction, her heart pounding in her chest. A broad, large man dressed in red, spiked armour strode through the doors and into the throne room. His red hair was thinning slightly, and his face was pale. From what she could see of his smile, it was crooked.

He also had something in his arms.

Elsa resisted the urge to groan. This was going to be… challenging.

Sir Ruber stopped in front of the steps that led up to her throne and bowed lowly. "I am at your service, my Queen."

Elsa clenched her hands as she felt the familiar chill building up in them. "It is good to finally meet you, Sir Ruber."

"If it pleases Your Majesty… I have brought a gift."

Elsa couldn't help but frown. From what little she'd heard about Camelot, they enjoyed hunting. The chances of this gift being the skin of a dead bear or something was alarmingly high.

And then the bundle in the man's arms moved. Ruber moved the blanket to one side, to reveal one of the strangest creatures Elsa had ever seen.

"It's a griffon, my Queen." Ruber explained, "I have one of my own, and apparently, he's found a mate for himself." He sounded a little annoyed at the inconvenience, "This is the… runt. I saw it's colouring and… well, believed it would suit you."

Elsa gracefully rose to her feet, practically gliding down the steps for a closer look. The baby griffon stared up at her with big black eyes, its fur was a mixture of light and dark blue. When it saw her, it made a strange cooing noise… and Elsa melted.

"I'm my reputation had preceded me by now." Ruber seemed unconcerned with this, "So, I hope a small gift will help to- "

"- He or She?"

Ruber actually seemed a little speechless, glancing down before answering, "Girl… the only girl."

"She's perfect." Elsa gently smoothed a finger over the soft fur, noticing how Ruber's face seemed to soften at the sight.

Now, that was better.

"I am glad you are pleased, Your Highness." Sir Ruber whispered.

"Elsa." Elsa gently corrected, "If this marriage is going to happen, and you are giving me gifts such as these, then you should call me by my name."

"Elsa." Ruber still looked a little shocked, "It would be… my honour."

….

King Arthur and his other knights trudged through the snow as they travelled to Arendelle.

It had been almost ten years since they sent Sir Ruber here as a husband for the Queen, and all was quiet.

Too quiet.

A lot of the knights were expecting a declaration of war from Arendelle, believing that Ruber would manipulate the situation.

They were met at the gates, as a well-dressed servant bowed lowly, "The Queen, Prince Consort and Crown Prince are in the main courtyard. I will take you to them."

The knight all glanced at each other in shock.

Crown Prince?

As they were led in that direction, the first person they saw, was Queen Elsa. Her white/blonde hair tied up a bun, wearing a dark blue, fur-lined cape, she looked every inch the Queen she was reported to be.

And then they spotted Ruber staring up into a large tree.

"Be careful!" He scolded, as Elsa giggled.

"It's just snow." She called out, "Don't you remember that tantrum he threw last week. A little bit of snow and ice isn't going to hurt him."

Ruber grumbled something low, trudging through the snow and kissing Elsa on the cheek.

"Yes, my Queen."

Arthur and his knights all glanced at each other in amazement, before a soft smile appeared on Arthur's face.

"I think… Queen Elsa has everything under control here."