Elsa was awake before the sun rose over the sea, but nobody would be able to see, because of the thick dark grey clouds only to shed out a low pale light out. Making the morning the morning very bleak, until the first sprinkle of snow fell from the sky; taking a heavy sigh. Elsa's blue eyes stared down at the forming fresh ice powder that began to cover the pavement in the courtyard, her castle fountains began to freeze. Conflicted about today on whether or not to confront the man she has shown affection for, on the assertion placed on him; she was curious; but she distinctly remembered telling him, to tell her when he was ready. Elsa went back to her chamber's, her eyes downcast the worst if she doesn't confront him. 'What if he turns out like Hans, gets to know me. Makes me fall madly in love with him and tries to kill me and my sister. Like Hans did to Anna.'

She falls forward to her mattress, her face smothered in her pillow; removing her face from her pillow gasping for air, turning towards the window as her head laid on said pillow. Knowing she had to confront him on the circumstances, she didn't want anything bad to her family; but her heart held hope that he was not a total Hans. Elsa really held affection for this one guy, a gentle smile appeared on her face with the thoughts.

"His smile, his mystery, his kindness. The way he was able to get me to dance with him, when I turned down so many and I really love those green eyes of his never seen eyes that green before." Elsa heart skipped a beat remembering those eyes behind the black masquerade mask at her 23rd birthday ball, the warm hand she grasped that lead her to the ballroom floor, the man himself making her dance for hours. Her smile dispersed to a small frown having to remind herself to not get off track, sighing heavily; she turned to face the ceiling.

"What's the worse thing that could happen if I confront him? I'll ask him tonight." her body shot up. "No, because what if i say is true then I ruin the perfectly good day, while the questions still remain on my mind. I will do it once he arrives and if things are not as they appear then great will have a terrific day. But if it is bad, I will have to put him in a dungeon and enjoy the rest of the day with my sister and her suitor while I'll be alone."


Nathan laid in hot bathwater, his eyes focused on the ceiling; his mind vexed about prince Markos and his order that rained down upon his family like a hurricane. He didn't know how to get his mind off of it, early he jogged, ran, sprinted for about 2 hours and wasn't even drained of his pent up energy. He even climbed trees jumping, swinging from branch to branch, imaginary sword fighting to not get rusty but that only made his desire to see prince Markos dead even more by his hands. He blinked a couple of time, a loud and agitated groan escaped his lips, before slamming his hand on the edge of the tub. Gripping the sides so tight that his knuckles went white, his breathing was rapid, before he bellowed.

"Fuck! Why can't I stop thinking about that god forsaken night, I don't know what to do?" His head laid back saddened.

"Think about Elsa." A disembodied masculine voice whispered sounding as if it was right near his ear. Nathan's eyes widened, bolting up in the tub getting fighter's stance, his emerald green eyes searching for who spoke, but no-one was there. He thought for a moment and registered from where he heard the voice from.

"Father?" His face in confusion, but called for another sign if it was, but got no answer in minutes; he laid back in the tub submerging himself under the hot water, his eyes closed envisioning the day to be. A small smile appeared on his face, under for nine minutes, his eyes opened up; rising out of the water as he pushed back his thick black hair. Stroking his clean shaved chin, before shaking his head rapidly like a dog with a wet coat; his hand went through his thick unkempt raven locks, smoothing it back. He chuckled oddly, shaking his head back and forth slowly. "I'm hearing voices, and not just any voices, but my father; and his voice told me to think about her and it worked." He laughed with sorrow , he stood up inside the tub, staring at the ceiling.

"Father! I'm sorry for those words I said before you died, the truth is father if you're listening! You were by far the greatest dad a son could ever ask for, you worked hard for us; to bring home a meal every night, for you to come home alive. Truth be told, I miss you and your guidance." Tears from his left eye trickled down his cheek, dropping into the bathwater. "So if you are watching over you me, are proud or are you ashamed of me for the things, I have done in the past. I hope you are proud of me, because I have a outstandingly brilliant and divine girlfriend." Nathan grinned at the thought of her.

Knowing that his mother and father and even his little sister were gone from this world, they'd still approve of her; stepping out of the tub, wrapping a nearby towel around his waist. He felt as something light and cold brushed against his shoulder, catching a whisper of his father's voice.

"We are proud of you, Nathaniel."

He turned his head to see nothing but empty space of his bathroom, his bolted back towards the open door of his bathroom when he heard a loud knock on his front door. He paced down the stairs to his front door twisting the knob, opening the door to see, the princess of Arendelle and Arendelle's official Ice master and deliverer on his front porch. Nathan leaned on the door with his bent arm, clicking his tongue. "What's going princess Anna and Kristoff."

Anna just stood there eyeing at Nate's hard body, that her cheeks reddened in embarrassment, seeing her friend and her sister's boyfriend in nothing but a towel. Kristoff puffed up his chest, placing a hand on Nate's chest pushing him back inside the house; closing the door with his foot. "Hey!" Anna exclaimed but a bit muffled from the closed door, crossing her arms slouching while she was pouting.

"What the fuck are you doing showing your body and…" Kristoff's eyes traveled his down his neck to abdomen. "Scars?" Kristoff saddened just by seeing them, some caused by blades, one was in the shape of an X on his lower abdomen that went to his hip, one of the lines was shorter than the other, the longer one went to the old scar on his shoulder from the sword his father piercing the sword a 1 ½ inch deep. A burn circle star like burn mark over where his heart is, a small scar in a curve upright shape a bit below his navel.

"Yeah, I got some scars."

"Yeah, ohm put some clothes on before you answer the door."

"I am covered." Nate knew what he was talking about but decided to do a friendly tease.

"I also meant more than just a towel."

"Alright, I'm getting ready." Nathan was about to turn when stopped moving because Kristoff spoke.

"Oh, ah right we got you something to wear."

"Early christmas gift?" Nathan questioned jokingly.

"Yeah, Anna has it." Kristoff turned around to see the door closed. "Oh, right I shut door on Anna." Nate strolled right on by Kristoff, when his landed upon his back; his brown eyes widened with shock and horror, also a hint of fear. Nathan opened the door with a wide grin on his face.

"Merry Christmas, princess Anna. Heard you have a early gift for me."

"Yeah, I do." Anna removed her hands from her back revealing a set of clothes. "Merry early christmas gift, also no need for thanks; just go get dressed." She spoke swiftly as he took the material from her and began to chuckle as she shooed him off, her eyes finally meet Kristoff seeing the fearful and frightened in his brown orbs; confused at first. Yeah she saw the scars on his front, but she couldn't comprehend on what she was seeing on Nathaniel's back giant scars that, some have been healed twice over; causing them to rise to feel a little bump over them. She blinked twice as her love came over to her, taking her by the arm to lead her away from the house. "Kristoff." Anna said a little annoyed.

"Okay I may sound a little bit of a humbug on this joyous occasion, but are we sure we should let Elsa date him?" Kristoff questioned for an answer out of the queen's sister after what she just saw. Anna scoffed in annoyce on how Kristoff was behaving.

"Kristoff?"

"What?"

"Yes, he has a few scars-" Anna was about to continue, when Kristoff.

"A few scars? How did he get those scars, all we know he could be dangerous."

"Kristoff, baby. He likes Elsa, and yes he has scars and how he got them, in time he will most likely tell us; but he tell Elsa first."

"Huh," Kristoff sighed slightly laughing in disbelief, but before he could say a thing, Nate exited his humble abode. Nate stepped down the steps in his new outfit. "Hey, Nate." Kristoff gave him a fake smile, causing Nathaniel to raise a brow.

"Ugh, hey you alright there?"

"He's fine." Anna answered quickly. "Right, honey." Kristoff grumbled, before he got slightly jabbed in the ribs.

"Right." Kristoff replied with a doubtful smile, hoping it would fool Nathan. "So come on, so we can get this christmas party started." Kristoff snagged the bags out of Nate's hands, heading towards the carriage that was lead by one horse and one Sven.

"You sure he's okay?" Nathan inquired, eyes darting back to her.

"Ah, yeah he's fine, you look good in your outfit." Anna gave him compliment on his light blue long-sleeved tunic like shirt with a deep neckline, a green belt with the Arendelle crest in the middle of it, that held up his currant red pants, wearing his black leather boots with a folded over top; he was wearing a white one shoulder cloak. 'This is a royal christmas party, guess I should comb my hair like a prosperous man would.' he ran his hand through his hair pushing it back, hoping it would reform his natural messy hair.

"Thank you prin-" He sounded a bit bashful but was interrupted.

"Ah, ah. No princess Anna, just-" Anna was discontinued by her sister boyfriend, because she didn't want "Princess Anna" too a hopeful future brother in law.

"Just Anna, got it. Thank you for the gifts as well, you and kristoff you both look good as well." Nate spoke fondly.

"Aww! Thank you, Nathan you look pretty dashing yourself their Nate ol' buddy ol' pal." Anna lightly punched him in the chest, with a light nervous chuckle. Nate's left eyebrow hiked up at Anna's suspicious behavior, his emerald orbs caught a glimpse of Anna scratching the back of her neck and her other hand that her fingers where tapping against her thigh. 'Didn't she already compliment me, also why she acting so strange. What's going on?' Nathan thought. "You know Elsa's going to be blown away by how hot you look in that outfit."

'Did she just bring her sister into this, something is definitely up.' "Anna, quiet please;" he held up his hand, and Anna's mouth shut. "What's going on, what aren't you telling me?" Nathan folded his arms, the strawberry blonde woman shrunk at the glare he was laying upon her.

"Ah," Anna's gaze went down and her trigger fingers pressed together lightly, with a small flush in her cheeks. "Nothing, really." Trying to sound convincing, until her eyes met Nathan's penetrating glare, knowing he wasn't buying it, not in the least.

"Anna." Nate's voice kinda raised with the sensation of worry; Anna tried hard not to break, but was still under the intense glare.

"Okay! You caught me or well, Kristoff and I."

"What did you two do?"

"We may have told Elsa about the sword , the book, and that… you're an orphan." Anna mumbled the last part but Nate knew what she just finished saying.

"Well, I was going to tell her eventually, I guess the time moved up too today." He rubbed the back of his neck, sounding a bit distressed and groaned saddened; taking in deep breaths that filled his lungs and slowly exhaled them. A joyful grin, and one thought that replaced the distress and sadness. 'I'm going to be spending my first christmas in awhile, with the woman who undoubtedly makes my heart race and her sister and her friends, which I guess who are my friends too.' he took a long inhale through his nose, clasping his hands together. "Well lets gets this party started!" He said enthusiastically, raising his fist in the air. Anna cheeks flushed, giggling at Nate showing off his kooky side. Turning his head away in rosiness ran through his cheeks, Nate cleared his throat while slimming out his outfit. "I mean come on, can't keep Snowflake waiting."

He motioned his thumb to the carriage, Anna just quirked a brow and a playful smile spread across her face. 'Did he just call Elsa, Snowflake? That's so cute!'


Nate was on the other side by the driver of the full enclosed carriage, Anna and Kristoff were across from him.

"Sooo Nate you excited for Christmas!" Anna squealed.

"Well, uh, yes and no. I'm a bit nervous." Nate rubbed his hands together, heating them up. "Haven't had one in thirteen years."

"Thirteen?" Anna inquired, seeing Nate nod his head up and down. "Okay, you'll be just fine, just have fun." Anna told him.

"Easier said than done." Nate said.

"Don't worry, you will. It won't be the "That's easier said than done". It's going to be funtastic." Anna reassured him.

"Funtastic?" Nate questioned, hiking up a brow with a small smile on his face.

"She combined fun and fantastic to get funtastic, got it." Kristoff said, his arms crossed, focusing on Nathan. "Soo Nate, where did you get the scars?" Kristoff inquired, with a pre victory grin.

"Kristoff!" Anna exclaimed, eyeing Kristoff's unnerving smile, to Nate's smirking face?

"It's okay Anna. You really want to know how I got my scars?" The raven-haired man said with a smirk dab across, but saying it in a serious tone.

"Yeah, I do." Kristoff got irritated.

"Alright," Nathaniel took in a breath then releasing it, his eyebrow raised and a cocky smile on his face. "I'm not going to."

"What, why?" Kristoff raised his voice, Anna just watching the drama unfold of her future husband and her sister's boyfriend, who chuckled.

"Because I think I should tell Elsa first, I mean you and Anna technically told her about me. She must think I trust her less, than I trust you two when that information was passed down to you two. Once I tell Elsa, then I will tell both of you. Agreed?"

"Agreed." They both said in perfect unison. Kristoff leaned back in his seat, clearing his throat; trying to get his mind in the right place for today.


Elsa stood outside the front entrance of her castle, she stood tall with the poise, elegance, and grace as a queen; taking in deep breaths, when she saw their carriage arrive through the gates. The coachmen opened the door, Anna and Kristoff exited the carriage down the steps; Kristoff halted in place for a moment, turning to coachmen to whisper into his ear until, the coachmen nodded. Elsa saw Nate step out of the carriage with a joyful smile on his face and caring in his eyes.

"Hey, Snowflake let's go for a ride." Nathaniel pointed his thumb behind him, with a simple nod of his head. Anna saw the stoic expression on her sisters face, grasping her hand; Elsa eyes shifted down to her hand than to Anna's turquoise eyes.

"It will be okay, just go." Anna said, releasing her sister's brisk hand and continued on her leisurely walk with Kristoff.

Elsa's eyes returned back to Nathan's who motions his head to the carriage, Elsa acknowledged his proposal with the nod of her head; as she slowly continued forward too the carriage. Her heart pounding with each step towards the man she holds affection for. Nathan stood a couple feet from from the open carriage, holding out his hand for her; hesitant to take a hold of till she looked in his emerald eyes and saw the same thing that night from the dance. His care, his worry, and as always the anguish. She placed her brisk hand on his warm hand, raising her foot on the step ladder, entering the enclosed space of the coach, take the plush leather seat. Staring at the empty seat in front of her, soon Nate entered the coach sitting across from her, reading her tense body language of the royal, the queen, the woman he fancied; her posture seemed like that of a ice queen. The carriage began to roam.

"I want to talk to you, Elsa." His voice was laxed but also serious.

"Well then," Elsa crossed one leg over the other, her fingers clasping together, resting on her knee. "Let's talk shall we." Her icy blues staring deep into his unfazed emeralds.