Fitzwilliam Darcy was having a difficult week. If he were fully honest with himself, it had been several months of struggle, ever since Miss Elizabeth Bennett had so rudely rejected his proposal of marriage. After much soul searching, he was trying to reform himself. She had told him many things about himself that were, in fact, quite true, and not flattering about his own behavior.

He had been in London for some time, but he decided to take care of some business back at Pemberley before his friends joined him the next day.

It was a hot summer day, and the journey had been rather grueling. As he crossed the border of his estate, he noticed the slightly secluded pond, which looked very inviting. He handed his horse over to a waiting groom, and walked back toward the pond. Finding a grove of trees bordering the water, he stripped off all of his clothes, and dove into the water, just like he had as a boy.

The water was near freezing, despite being the middle of summer. He came up for air, too cold to even scream. His mind was certainly cleared, that much was certain.

"What are you doing here?" came a woman's voice from across the pond.

Darcy looked over and saw a blond woman treading water, not, as far as he could tell, wearing any clothing. He averted his eyes as she swam to the side and stepped out, though somehow she was already fully clothed in a sparkling, bejeweled dress as soon as he looked up.

"This is my property," Darcy said, once he had his senses back.

"The housekeeper told us that the owner was in London and would not be back until tomorrow," the woman told him.

"I decided to return early," Darcy explained.

"Well, thankfully we seem to be unobs-"

"Elsa? There you are!" a red-haired young woman exclaimed coming over the rise in the terrain. "Wait, what? Who's this?"

"Anna? I thought you were taking a tour of the house with that other family!"

"Miss Bennett wished to take a walk around the grounds… Where is she? Oh! There you are!"

"Mr. Darcy?" Miss Elizabeth Bennett exclaimed.

"Miss Bennet!" Mr. Darcy cried out, still submerged in the water.

"It was all a simple misunderstanding," Elsa said. "Why don't we leave- what did you say your name was?"

"Darcy," he told them.

She nodded, continuing, "why don't we leave Mr. Darcy to make himself decent, and then we can forget this little incident."

"What is going on here?" an all too familiar voice interrupted.

"Lady Catherine? What are you doing here?" Elizabeth Bennet exclaimed.

"Fitzwilliam, what are you doing in there?"

"Fitzwilliam?" the young red-head could be heard giggling.

"Aunt, I-" he began.

"Madame," Elsa interrupted, "I assure you nothing untoward happened here, and I apologize for trespassing in your nephew's pond."

"Excuse me?" Lady Catherine intoned. "Your objections ring hollow. It is obvious that you are trying to entrap my nephew into an advantageous marriage for yourself."

Elsa gave a slight chuckle, and her sister burst out laughing.

"Madame, I don't even know your name," Elsa said.

"I am Lady Catherine de Bourgh. Who are you? You certainly are a presumptuous one!"

"I am Queen Elsa of Arendelle," the blond stated.

"Arendelle?" Lady Catherine asked.

"They usually call it Norway around here," Anna explained.

"Oh!" Lady Catherine exclaimed. "I'm sorry, Your Majesty, but there's no other solution. My nephew has clearly compromised you, and you will need to get married as soon as possible."

"But-" Elsa began.

"No, I'm very sorry for his behavior, but there's obviously no other solution."

Darcy sighed. His greatest fear had come to pass. He had always been thankful that his cousin Anne never had the constitution to be pushed into compromising situations, but he knew his luck would only last so long.

"May I get dressed, at least?" Darcy sighed.

"Of course, we'll leave and give you some privacy," Elsa replied.

As they were leaving, he heard the red-head speaking to his bride-to-be.

"So, Elsa, if you're marrying some random English gentry, maybe when we get back, I could-"

"You want to marry that ice harvester, Anna?" Elsa asked.

"Well?" Anna replied.

"Sure, why not?"