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If I touch anything, it freezes so I'm afraid to hold your hand

Because if you come close to me, your heart might catch a cold too

– Epik High ft. Lee Hi

La Valse D'Amelie (Version Orchestra) – Yann Teiersen

Nocturne: First Movement – Part I

Elsa sighed, before moving to smooth out her new dress. She had exchanged her traditional blue crystal, off-the shoulder dress for a tulle beige-coloured gown with intricate designs made of ice and snow along the torso and full sleeves. She kept her hair in her signature side-braid with snowflake pins keeping in place. However, because it was a formal ball, Elsa had no choice but to wear the crown that marks her as Queen.

But of what? The crown states that she is the Queen of Arendelle, however, what is she known as? Elsa the Snow Queen. Elsa the Queen of Ice.

She was lost. Lonely, for no one would love someone with a reputation like hers and with an appearance so cold. But of course, there were those who wished to court her. She was of great beauty after all. But after a single dance at a ball, lasting only a couple minutes, they all backed away after feeling how cold her skin was and how piercing her gaze.

Her touch freezes their hands.

And their skin burns her anyway.

It wasn't that she purposely wants to hurt them, it was just her temperature was lower than others because of her powers. Her touch feels like ice and their skin feels like fire to her.

She never had the heart to tell Anna though.

So here she stands upon the dais, smiling obligatorily while her guests enjoy the party.

Elsa watched as her younger sister twirled around the dance floor with Kristoff, laughing as he stepped on her toes and she stepped on his. In the corner, Olaf fed Sven several carrots from the table while talking the reindeer's ear off about how his day was. She smiled softly – at least everyone was happy. Elsa smiled wider when she saw Anna make her was across the dance floor towards the dais.

"Elsa, why aren't you dancing, come on, there are lots eligible bachelors!"

"I'm alright here, Anna. You go enjoy yourself." Elsa said softly with a quiet laugh. Anna pouted, and was about to open her mouth to retort but Olaf beat her to it, pulling her onto the dance floor with him.

"Dance with me, Anna!"

Elsa laughed, shaking her head while making a silent resolve. She shouldn't be letting her thoughts get to her – this is a party, she should be having fun too. And what is more fun than eating a bunch of chocolate? So she walked over to the table, intending to grab a plate piled high with delicate sweets. However, on her way over, something – or rather, someone – collided with her, sending the Queen of Arendelle off her balance. Elsa waved her arms in surprise, and tried to catch her balance as she tipped backwards. But to no avail: she was going to end up on the floor one way or another.

Elsa turned her head, planning to ensure that her impact onto the ground was as painless as possible. However, to her surprise, something caught her around the waist, holding her up and preventing her from smashing into the ivory floors.

She whipped around in alarm, only to be met with a pale, but handsome face, a pair of vibrant blue eyes, and a shock of silvery-white hair. She could see her surprised face reflected in his wide eyes, and he too was just as shocked as she was.

Around them, the world carried on, the orchestra still played, the guests still chatted, and the dancers still twirled on the dance floor. And no one noticed that the Queen of Arendelle had fell into the arms of a stranger. He suddenly realized their compromising position, with him leaning over her, his arms around her waist and her arched over. He quickly set her up right and let go.

But Elsa didn't mind the contact – in truth, she revelled in it. For it did not burn.

The handsome white-haired stranger sheepishly took a step back before giving her a deep and graceful bow.

"My apologizes, Lady Queen. I should have been looking where I was going." He said in a deep, masculine tone.

She graced him with a polite curtsy of her own.

"It is fine, no harm done…." She trailed off, giving him the cue to announce his name and title. A bright and relaxed smile formed on his face knowing that the Queen was not angry. After seeing his smile, Elsa knew that a smile always belonged on the stranger's face.

"I am Jackson Overland Frost, Duke of Burgess." He said, bowing once again, and this time offering his palm to her. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Lady Queen."

She placed her fingers in his outstretched hand, not even hesitating like she usually did, for she was curious, wondering if she was only imagining the cool touch from before. His hand was soft – it did not burn her fingers like the touch of others do. Elsa's eyes widened – his palm did not burn her fingers.

The Duke of Burgess raised her fingers to his lips, and kissed the back of her hand. Elsa nearly gasped. Surely she was imagining things – for how could his touch not burn? His lips were soft and gentle as they pressed against her skin. But that was all that they were. When he released her hand, she slowly pulled back, rubbing her knuckles out of curiosity. Did she lose the feeling in her hand? No, she should still feel her fingers rubbing against the skin.

His smile faded when he saw how she was cautiously rubbing her knuckles with a dazed look on her face.

"I am sorry to take off like this, Lady Queen," he started, Elsa glancing up from the ground, "but I am needed in my country. The party was lovely, thank you for the invitation." He said, nodding his head in acknowledgement before turning to take his leave.

"Elsa," she cried before he left, reaching out with her gently-kissed hand. The Duke turned around, his eyebrow raised in confusion, "just Elsa would be fine, Lord Jackson Frost."

His smile widened, showing off a row of pearly white teeth. "Then just call me Jack." He replied.

She smiled. "Good bye, Jack."

"Until next time, Elsa."

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