Elsa's pov

After Rodger yelled at me, I figured I had no choice but to do Kristoff's job. I grabbed some carrots from the kitchen and was about to go to the stables when I realized I forgot Kristoff's warm winter gear. In this body, I'm vulnerable to the cold, and it isn't as comfortable as I thought. I went up to Kristoff's room to get an outfit, when a couple guards passed by, dragging Rodger behind them. He was yelling curses and threatening to tell Anna something. He glared when he passed me.

"You son of a * troll *! I know what you and that ice witch did! Cheater! Troll scum! Peasant! It's your fault Anna didn't marry a real Prince! Or a real man for that matter! You're not even eligible to be considered human! * you! Curse you troll *!" Even though he wasn't really insulting me personally, and I had no idea what he was talking about, it still stung to hear that. I suddenly felt bad about fighting with Kristoff. I didn't realize how big of a deal this was. Most of the staff understood Anna's love for this man, but others, like Rodger were blinded by the fact that he wasn't royal. I shook my head.

I headed down to the stables after throwing the gear on. Sven ran over to me and grunted. I scratched him behind his ear.

"Hello Sven. Want a carrot?" I held one out to him. He bowed and took it from my hand. "Why'd you bow?" I suddenly had a thought. "Do you know?" He nodded. "You know I'm Elsa?" He nodded again, wagging his tail and smiling. "How did you know?" He bit the carrot I gave him and held the rest out to me. I refused to take it. Then he dropped it on the ground and sniffed it, he let two drops of saliva fall on the vegetable. Then he snatched Kristoff's hat off my head and flipped it onto his own. Then he ate the carrot, pretend to fall asleep, and then shot up. He pretended to check himself over and then acted like he was flipping out. It took me a second, but I got it.

"So you're saying that someone put some weird mix on a carrot that Kristoff ate, and the mix caused me and him to switch bodies?" He shook his head. He pointed to a box with the end of a carrot inside. I picked up the box and saw that it was delivered the same day I got that weird chocolate! "Oh! Both Kristoff and I got packages with food in them, and the food had the mix that caused the switch! But why a carrot?" Sven sat on his hind legs and pointed to his chest with his hoof. "It was meant for you? So that means Kristoff and I were never supposed to switch, it was supposed to be me and you!" He nodded vigorously. I had to tell Kristoff. "Thanks buddy." I said to Sven. Then I ran to the throne room.

When I got there, Kristoff was standing in front of six men, the two dignitaries stood in the back. He had on a nice suit, but it looked odd on my body.

"Kristoff! Just the guy I wanted to see." He rushed over, grabbing my hand and pulling me in front of the group. "Okay, here's the thing. These two gentlemen were promised by my-" he lowered his voice so only I could hear "(your)-" Back to normal. "Father in his will that I-(you)- would marry one of their sons." My eyes widened. "Even when you're dead, you find a way to make me feel trapped Dad. Why Papa, why!?"

"You want my opinion on which man to marry?"

"Yes I do. I figure if I get the opinion of my brother in law, there's a better chance that all of us will find a way to get along better." I knew he was really stretching so this would make sense, but in reality, he didn't want to make any life changing choices for me. He's a better guy than I thought. I turned to address the princes.

"Well men, I'm going to go down the line and ask you the same question. Answer honestly. Then Elsa and I will decide." Try talking in third person for a day. It's really weird and hard. I stepped up to the first guy. He had black hair and a long, fresh scar through his eye. "Why do you think you're qualified to marry my sister in law?" That felt so weird. He gave me a smug answer and told me in the most obscene way possible to let the queen choose by herself. "Joke's on you scum! I am the queen!" The other four princes did the same thing. Rude answer, tell me to go away in the most profane language ever. I came to the last guy expecting the same. But he only sighed.

"If you want my honest opinion, I'm not qualified to marry the queen. She deserves to have a normal love life, not an arranged marriage. I'd also like to formally apologize for my three brothers, especially Hans. I'm sure you're a wonderful man and I admire your friendship with your sister in law and willingness to help her." He smiled sadly. "I'd love to get to know the queen and you, but she should follow her heart. I'm sure I can talk my dad and step uncle out of a war if she wants nothing to do with us." I smiled and shook his hand. I liked this guy, Hans's brother or not. I walked back up to Kristoff.

"The man on the end, who's he?" I whispered.

"Prince Adam Westerguaard. He seems like a great guy. Quiet, polite, nothing like his other brothers. Is he the one you want to marry?" Kristoff whispered back.

"Well, I want to be in my own body before the wedding, and I'd like to get to know him first."

"Don't worry. I got you covered."

"Well then yes. Adam's the one." Kristoff nodded.

"Change of plans, I've decided on who I want to marry, but I'd like time to get to know him." The dignitaries nodded.

"Fine. You have within the year to be married." "Perfect." I thought. "Who's the lucky prince?"

"Prince Adam, if you wish." Adam smiled widely. He bowed.

"Of course your majesty! It would be my pleasure."