Elsa:

"Who hired you, you filthy stupid thing? Why are you clumsy something allowed to serve here?"
A furious high-pitched voice echoed through the ball room. It brought Elsa back to reality. She looked around to find out where it was coming from. A few people were still spinning around at the dance floor. Near the buffet she saw a woman shouting at one of her servant girls who was kneeling on the floor. Elsa approached them to find out what was going on. When she was just ten meters away, she was surprised to find out that someone else was faster than her.
"May I ask what is going on here?", a deep and friendly voice he asked.
A young man in dark clothes stepped forward. His back faced towards Elsa. Therefore, she couldn't see his face. He held out a hand for the young girl on the ground to take it. At first, she looked quite puzzled at him, but then she took it. Then he pulled her to her up again. The girl – Annika was her name, Elsa thought – looked astounded in the man's face. Annika had been crying. There were still several tears left on her cheeks. She is the child of Gerda and Kai, Elsa realized.
"Is everything alright, Miss?", the young man asked with a calm and friendly voice.
Annika still looked in the stranger's eyes speechlessly.
"Who the hell do you think you are, Sir? Why do you interfere in matter that…"
The same female voice as before was shouting at the young man now. He slowly turned towards her. Her name is Lady Dashwood, Elsa realized. She is a royal and noble woman in her mid-twenties. Furthermore, this woman is known to be one of the snootiest and finickiest in the royal society. Great, great all of this could simply end in a disaster! To Elsa's surprise Lady Dashwood stumbled over her words as soon as she looked into the stranger's eyes. Now, Elsa was even more curious than before how this man looks.
"I … I mean … my name is Lady Dashwood. Yes exactly, like the noble and rich House of Dashwood. And with whom do I have the honour?"
Her voice sounded softly now. She smiled at the stranger seductive. Riiiigghhht, this was the other thing Lady Dashwood had been known for. She loved to seduce young handsome and rich royal man and to gain profit. For years she was searching for the perfect husband. Super rich, handsome and a royal. These qualities she admired most. The stranger nodded towards Annika and smiled. He put his hands on her shoulders for a few seconds.
"Stop crying, Miss. I will take care of this. Now go.", the foreign man said calmingly.
Annika took a few steps back and disappeared in the crowed. He turned to Lady Dashwood again.
"I am just a young man in service of crown of Arendelle. Therefore, I want to ask you, my Lady, is there anything wrong with the hospitality of the crown? Would you mind explaining the matter to me? I am fairly certain together we can provide a solution to … this unfortunate misunderstanding."
Young, handsome, rich and he knows how to express himself … he clearly had awoken Lady Dashwood's interest. She nodded affirmative.
"Very well then … this stupid little girl had not prepared the food right. The carrots weren't cooked properly as was the meat. In addition, it was cold when it was served. And don't make me start about the strawberries. They weren't fresh, in fact they tasted like leftovers."
Elsa was getting a little angry. She had tasted the food before the ball started and it was excellent. She had personally made sure everything was perfect. The queen wanted to deal with the situation and made a few steps forward, but again the stranger was faster.
"Lady Dashwood, my I ask were the food you ate came from?"
His voice still sounded extremely clam and helpful.
"Sure it was that table over there."
She pointed to one of the six tables at the buffet. It was full of delicious snacks provided for the guests. Elsa really couldn't see what would be wrong about it.
"This one?", the stranger asked to be sure.
Lady Dashwood nodded. He turned to buffet. Elsa finally managed to get a glimpse of the man's face. For all she could see he had reddish brown hair and blue eyes. The young man had no beard. There was something about his face. It looked oddly familiar Elsa thought. Perhaps if he wasn't so far away, she would recognize it, Elsa thought.
"May I tell you a little bit about this food? If you don't get bored with my story of course."
The noble woman smiled at the man seductive. She took his hand and he led her to the table. Most of the people who watched Lady Dashwood outburst decided the most thrilling part was over and went away to do something else. However, there was something about the man that Elsa couldn't quite figure out. So, she decided to follow them discreetly behind.
"Lady Dashwood, you see these carrots aren't cooked. They are meant to be eaten raw with this dip full of herbs.", the stranger explained.
The lady frowned a little.
"And this meat here … is supposed to be eaten cold. It is smoked pork, a traditional local food. The pig was called Porky has lived on a small farm. Eight years ago the farmers' family were starving. Due to war they had to give the soldiers to much and all people in village where the farmer lived suffered."
Lady Dashwood seemed to be getting a little angry. Her seductive smile was gone and she stared confused at the man.
"I don't understand Sir. Arendelle had not been in war for over thirty years. I am not sure, what you are saying. Are you mocking me with that tale?"
He had a small grin on his face and looked into Lady Dashwoods' eyes. Elsa could see the noble woman clearly started to feel more and more uncomfortable with the man.
"You see … that is exactly my point. You shouldn't talk and mingle in stuff you don't understand. Arendelle hasn't been in war for over thirty-one years, but Finsterwald has. So … if the food on this table doesn't please you, Lady Dashwood, I suggest you go with your complains to Princess Hannah. After all she was the one who gifted the food on this table. I am sure she will be very pleased to hear you do not like her gifts and the generous efforts all her people made. Furthermore, I can say that I know fully well how much work this food costed her tenants."
The young man's face stayed neutral. His voice was clam, though the words were threating. Lady Dashwood took a step back. Her eyes opened slightly wider. The stranger's change of behaver had took her of guard. At first he seemed to be on her side and now he showed her true face. Lady Dashwood was really furious now.
"How dare you speak to me like that! I am the Lady of House Dashwood, one of the finest royal families in Arendelle! Who the hell think you are?"
He straightened himself and took a deep breath.
"I am sorry if I behaved disrespectful, I am fairly new to all of this. My name is Grover Thunder."
Fear could be seen in Lady Dashwood's' eyes. She fell to her knees in front of him. Elsa was taken of guard by hearing his name. This can't be true.
"L-l-lord Thund … I am sorry Lord Thunder. I didn't recognize you."
She stood up again and disappeared in towards the dance floor. Grover Thunder. Lord Grover Thunder. Lady Dashwood must have realized that he is untouchable for most of the people in the room, if they don't want to have Lord Maximillian as enemy. Holy shiiii… .
He turned around to see her leave. His gaze landed on me. His eyes widened. He must have recognized me, Elsa thought. He slowly stumbled towards me.
"Queen Elsa!", he shouted.
The young woman flinched. The queen wanted to run away, but her feet seemed frozen at the place. Grover had reached her. The man wore elegant clothes. The cloud and the lighting was on his chest. Like at his brothers suit, Elsa thought. But there was a vast different at the emblem as well. Grover had a howling wolf in front of his cloud. Rover didn't. This was an older version of the symbol of House thunder Elsa realized. He fell to his knees in front of her. The man didn't dare to look at her.
"I am sorry my Queen. I am aware you must have heard this unpleasant conversation. I wanted to apologize if I have behaved inappropriate. My temper had got the better of me.", he mumbled.
He still looked towards the floor.
"Look at me", Elsa suddenly said horse.
She didn't know how she had managed that. Her feelings were a roller coaster. He should be dead. He is supposed to be dead. Why is he standing in front of her now? Who is this imposter? Her mind bombarded her with questions that couldn't be answered. Anna had told her that Grover Thunder was still alive, yet she hadn't really believed her sister. The young man obeyed. For a moment Elsa forgot to breathe. Now she knew why is face seemed familiar. It instantly reminded her of Anna's. The strange mixture of blue and green made her think of Anna's turquoise ones. His reddish brown hair was a few shades darker than Anna's. His skin was tanned due to the fact that he must have been more exposed to the sun. Heck, he even had some freckles spread across his nose and cheeks, although that weren't as much as her sister's. Overall he looked like a male darker version of Anna. The similarities made goose bumps rise at her arms.