Elsa paced in her ice room. Hans is coming… is that good or bad? Anna… oh, this is going to be awkward…
She let her mind wander off, and soon enough she began imagining scenarios in her head.
The two of them laughing in the gardens…
Elsa with her head resting on his shoulder…
Them sneaking up on the roof…
Hans leaning in for a kiss…
The two of them running to her bedroom…
Elsa shot off an icicle by surprise. It hit her wall, and left a small crack in the ice. The icicle clattered to the floor silently, not breaking no matter how thin it was. She barely noticed it. Elsa was stunned at herself. Shocked, that she would even think of them doing… that.
Do you remember what he tried to do to Anna? To you? To your people? Elsa paced back and forth her room faster, a new layer of frost leaving a trail behind the distressed queen. Are you out of your mind? You're letting him stay here!
Suddenly the not – so serious part of Elsa took over. Oh relax. He's coming here alone! And his room is going to be surrounded by guards. What could go wrong?
As Elsa was going to think about the situation some more, another knock came.
She rolled her eyes. "Who is it?" Elsa didn't really care. Probably one of the cooks are asking how she would like her potatoes… again.
Unexpected, a familiar over exited voice replied. "Elsa! They're here! Crystaloak!"
Elsa's eyes lit up. She ran to the door, somehow not slipping. She fumbled with the knob, getting over exited herself. She yanked the door open, and ran down the hall, not caring about her sister's confused look.
She ran to the stables, jumped on the horse and rode to the harbor. A few meters near the sea, she regained her composure, and stopped the horse, a little bit too fast. Elsa did a little surge forward and lost her balance. Flailing her arms, she managed to grab to one of the branches of the tree near her. Unfortunately, the twig broke off, and she fell into one of the bushes lining the baker's shop.
Elsa frowned. She brushed off all the twigs, leaves and dirt from her dress, and fixed her hair. Good. Nothing too serious...
She calmly walked up to the boat near the deck. There were guards on either side of the dock, and each bowed to her as she walked by. She headed up the boat. Caught off-guard when one of the guards from the neighboring kingdom stopped her.
"Excuse me?" Elsa asked, agitated at this guard's behavior. She could freeze him to bits right now! Instead, she pursued her lips and tried again. Not so nice this time. "Sir, do you not know who I am? I am the queen of Arendalle, this kingdom that you are visiting, and I insist you let me on the boat right now before-"
She was interrupted by a sound of some hooves clattering on the wooden deck near hear. She turned around to see her sister, with a sheepish little grin on her face. Elsa glared at her, and she immediately looked away, pretending to not have smiled at all.
Elsa cleared her throat and glared at the guard this time, and seeing her icy blue eyes looking straight at him, she immediately let her pass.
Elsa whirled around a few times. Not knowing what to do now. Suddenly she felt a slight tap on her shoulder and she whipped around, only to surprise a man with smooth black hair shooting off to one side and the rest combed back neatly. He had a slight, palish tan, and bright blue eyes that resembled the ocean. He smiled at her.
Elsa was frozen. No, not literally but, she turned pale and her eyebrow raised itself into an arch. The man smiled again, and this time, she smiled at him shyly, not knowing what to do.
Anna was staring at her sister's performance, trying to keep herself from chuckling. She has never, in a million years, seen her sister like this ever before. Elsa was usually so confident. It was strange to see her, for once, shy.
Meanwhile, Elsa was trying to say hello but always ends up stammering. She suddenly heard laughing. She looked over her shoulder and saw Anna laughing so hard that she fell off her horse and landed in the water below. Elsa grinned. Serves her right.
She looked back at the man, who was still waiting for a response. He kept on staring at her, like she had something on her face. Her smirk disappeared from her face and she loudly cleared her throat. "Excuse me sir for my rudeness but, why the hell are you looking at me like that?"
The man took a step back, surprised. Oops. Elsa thought. Maybe he's one of those sensitive kinds?
The man again looked at her and bowed. "King Xavier," He said, "Of Crystaloak."
Xavier? Nice name. "Queen Elsa," She said, curtsying deeply. "Of Arendalle."
Xavier smiled at her and took her hand, kissing it. Elsa doesn't know why, but warmth filled her. Xavier looked at her again. "My apologies, but, it seems you have something…" He reached out to her hair and pulled a twig away. "In your hair." He finished.
Elsa was shocked. A twig? Seriously? How lame is that? She blushed deeply. "We will have a banquet this evening at eight to celebrate your arrival. Take as much men as you want." She smiled warmly at him. "We will look forward to seeing you there." Elsa walked calmly down the boat, chuckled at her soaking sister, hopped on her horse, and galloped away.