Summary: Hans runs into Elsa instead of Anna, but the encounter is a lot colder and icier than he expected. Or will it warm up? I also bumped down Hans's age by two years. (He's currently 19 and Elsa is 21 in this chapter)
Princess Elsa stared forlornly at the painting of her father mounted on the wall during his coronation. She trembled in fear as she again realized that would be her today. She stared down at her ungloved hands, horrified when she saw a bit of frost on them. She took several deep breaths, and they melted. "Don't let them in, don't let them see, be the good girl you always have to be..." She recited again to herself. She picked up a candlestick and a jewel box for practice, and dropped them in disappointment as coatings of frost covered the items. Whipping her gloves back on, she turned and ran out a secret passage in the walls to the docks, tears streaming down her face. She needed a few minutes away from the palace.
Prince Hans, an adventure seeking nineteen year old scanned the royal kingdom of Arendelle with a keen eye. From where he stood on the ship's deck he had traveled with- named the Westerguard Voyager, he got a full view of the kingdom people talked so fondly of. It stood out like a sparkling gem, perched on the foot of the beautiful North Mountain and the shimmering fjords of Norway, a humble yet prosperous kingdom spoken highly of by many. The streets were beautifully decorated and the homes tastefully designed to align to the uncomparable beauty of the royal's palace. White stone, marble statues and stairs, bright green, purple, and gold trimming, iron lamposts, well paved paths and a large and beautiful garden and orchard in the back. Even the castle's stables and farmhouses seemed in pristine condition. And he had yet to see inside! He impatiently waited as the sailors docked the vessel and made preparations to disband. The many royals and people of good businesses with Arendelle had accompanied him on the ship, yet Hans's entire family had decided not to attend the coronation of the crown princess Elsa. They had no idea he had gone, but they wouldn't have cared anyway. They said they had "better" things to do, besides seeing a silly princess put a crown on her head. He frowned and pushed the thoughts of his family, thirteen brothers included, far from his thoughts. No need to give them any heed today. Meanwhile, the sailors finally finished docking the boat and opened the vessel's port door, allowing all to exit. Hans grabbed his knapsack and hurried over to the ship's stables to fetch his horse, Sitron- his faithful white stallion. He mounted him, checked for all his belongings, and galloped off the ship, narrowly avoiding knocking people into the water.
"Watch it, lad!" A man called from where Hans had nearly knocked him into a shop stand of fruit. Hans paid no heed, to excited about the day to care. Once he had reached the end of the dock, he urged Sitron to a slow walk and he reached for Sitron's guide and tied the rope to a nearby post. "You'll stay here and be a good boy, won't you Sitron?" He patted the stallion's white head and grinned. "A palace staff will collect you later."
All of a sudden, a pair of thudding footsteps, turquoise dress, a head of loosely braided blonde hair nearly knocked him into the water, but Hans caught himself in time by grabbing on to Sitron's mane. "Whoaaa there!" Hans yelled in surprise and Sitron whinnied in anger as his hair was pulled. The girl stopped short with a yell, her hands shoving her loose hair back into it's bun. She looked young, in her early twenties, and her clothing looked expensive. "S-sorry!"
"What are you doing here?" He demanded out of shock. "Miss, are you all right?"
"I needed a breath, I'm fine!" The girl said hurriedly, walking away.
"Wait, wait up!" Hans yelled, but she had disappeared as fast as she had came. "Are you-" he stopped short. He could be imagining it, but there was a faint trail of frost on the wooden boards of the docks following her direction that melted as soon as he saw it.
Hans was plucking a bunch of frosted grapes from a serving platter when he heard the herald announce the Royals' names. "Queen Elsa, and Princess Anna of Arendelle!"
Hans's eyes widened and he dropped the grapes, weaving through talking people and dashing towards the front of the hall. The royals had finally arrived! Princess Anna, who was engaged in quite a serious conversation with the queen, excused herself when he arrived and pushed into the crowd, wiping away a tear. Hans looked after her worriedly. Then he shrugged. She was probably so excited over this party. After all, Arendelle hadn't had a social gathering like this in several years.
He quietly approached the queen, who was turned to the side with a worried look on her face. "Is everything alright, your majesty?" He asked quietly. She turned around, and Hans stopped short. She was the girl from the fjord.
Don't be disappointed, guys! Part 2 is coming soon.