A/N: In this chapter, I've used the pronouns "she" and "he" interchangeably on Elsa to maintain flexibility on her feminine character as she is trapped inside a man's body. Hopefully, this doesn't cause too much confusion.
Disclaimer: Frozen and its characters belong to Disney. I own nothing save for the plot of this story and the mistakes herein.
Chapter II
The young man merely stared at the Princess, completely frozen in place.
"Elsa?" The Princess's voice rang in his ear like a distant echo.
No, no, no. He felt his face carefully with his hands, and ran them down the length of his platinum-blonde hair—
but his fingers didn't come across any plaits, and instead stopped abruptly at his nape. And he realized then that his hair was cropped short, save for a few stray tails, which he pulled on and twisted in utter disbelief.
"It's gone," he finally spoke. "The rest of it is gone."
The snow fell faster, accumulating on the floor in white sheets, while the frost on Elsa's bed began to spread.
"Hey, calm down," Anna said, alarmed.
Conceal, don't feel, conceal, don't feel, conceal, don't feel he chanted repeatedly to himself, trying to bridle the wild flurry of emotions in his chest. But I'm a man! I'm a man, I'm a man…
"Elsa!" He felt a warm hand on his arm, and snapped back to his senses. He looked frantically into the green eyes of the Princess, who smiled reassuringly at him. "It's okay. Okay? Just calm down. Just—whoa." She stopped and squeezed his arm. "You're muscular."
Her statement caught Elsa off-guard. "Um—"
"Wow." Now that she had a close-up view of Elsa, she could clearly see the changes that took place on her appearance. Completely distracted, she leaned forward, examining the sharpened features: an angular face, a well-shaped chin, prominent cheekbones, an aquiline nose… "You're gorgeous."
A blush crept into his cheeks. "What?" The snow stopped falling and the frost melted away instantly at this unexpected compliment.
"Oh, you heard me." The Princess's gaze traveled down Elsa's body, and she asked, "Are you a man down there, too?"
"'Down there'?" repeated Elsa, face turning redder. "How should I know?" Oh, he didn't want to know, heaven forbid.
"Well, you should. It's your body, after all."
"It's not."
"Where do you suppose your real body is, then?" wondered the Princess, sitting back on her haunches.
"That, we have to find out," said the platinum-blonde, forgetting he was not clothed and quickly getting out of bed at the opposite end.
Anna saw exposed skin and said, "You're…"
The man froze in place right at that moment. "…naked." The temperature inside the room dropped.
"Elsa?" The Princess stared worriedly at the man's back, feeling the chill in the air.
"A-Anna." In all her life, she had never seen a man's privates. And if ever she were to see one, she never imagined seeing it this way. Too much, too much, thought the platinum-blonde, shock overwhelming him. "I'm a…" Good grief, was this what it looked like? "…man."
Frost began creeping all over the sheets again. Anna, trying to adapt a cheerful tone, said, "Well, at least we've verified it!" There was no response and the nude figure before her remained still.
Had she gone into shock?
"This is not good," mumbled the Princess.
Anna made sure no one was in the hallway, before she plugged in the key to the keyhole and turned it. The lock clicked, and she entered the room, closing the door quietly behind her. It was Elsa's private study where the Queen did her paperwork and spent most of the hours in. The Princess headed to the rolltop desk that stood before the tall window, and pulled out the main drawer. Inside were various items: bottles of ink, quills, thick wads of paper, and scrolls. A blue, velvet case caught her eye, and she took it out. Taking off the lid, she saw resting on a red cushion, an ornately-wrought key: the key to the deceased King and Queen's private quarters.
"Found you," she said, grinning widely.
There was a knock on the door, startling the Princess. "Your Majesty?" called Kai from outside.
"Um." Anna stuffed the key into the inside pocket of her dress, and placed the velvet case back in the drawer before pushing it closed. "Come in," she said.
Kai stepped inside, and stared at the strawberry blonde in surprise. "Princess?"
"Hi." The Princess waved awkwardly.
"What are you doing here?" asked the Kai with a hint of suspicion. "Where's Her Majesty?"
"Elsa asked me to look for something here for her," said Anna, edging past him with her hands clasped behind her back. "She still isn't feeling well, you see."
"Is that so?" said Kai, watching her warily. "Must I send someone to attend to Her Majesty?"
"No, no," said Anna, albeit too hastily. "I can take care of her. I mean, I'd request for assistance when I'd need help. But I don't need help, for now." She stepped out of the room.
"I see." Kai followed her out.
"So, yeah," said Anna, locking the door of Elsa's study. "I have to go now."
Kai inclined his head. "Very well, then." He watched the strawberry-blonde take her leave and turn around the corner, disappearing from his view. He stood there for a few moments and realized that the Princess had gone the direction that lead her away from hers and the Queen's room.
Anna ran down the hallway, at the end of which stood tall twin doors. She stopped and stood there for a few moments, debating over whether or not she should enter her parents' private quarters.
"For Elsa," she reminded herself, taking out the ornate key and placing it in the lock to lift the latch and unlock one of the doors. She closed the door behind her and surveyed the entire room. It was twice the size of the room she shared with Elsa, with a large mantelpiece at the far corner, a few rows of shelves containing books, other pieces of furniture, chandeliers, and paintings. At the far end stood another pair of twin doors, which she quickly went through.
Her parents' bedchamber was as large as the previous room, containing a king-sized mattress, more furnishings, and finally, wardrobes. Opening one of them, she came across dresses of all sorts, underdresses, corsets, and various other garments and personal items. She promptly moved on to the wardrobe at the opposite end of the room. Looking through it, she finally found what she came for: the King's raiment.
"Hmm…" She rummaged through the assortment of apparel, sliding open drawers, opening lockers and chests, and looking through the frock-coats, sack-coats, and jackets that hung from a utility rack. This took her a while, but she finally ended up taking a plain white tunic, a dark-blue waistcoat, a pair of flannel drawers, trousers, stockings, and knee-high black boots. It took her a few minutes longer to search for braces and garters. Satisfied with the chosen garments, she left.
"Elsa?" the Princess knocked in a particular pattern, panting. She had run all the way from the King and Queen's private quarters, unfortunately coming across a servant or two, who watched her curiously, wondering why she carried a bundle of clothes in her arms and why the Princess was in a dreadful hurry.
After a few moments, the lock clicked, and Anna entered. "I'm closing my eyes," she declared.
"You don't have to," came the familiar male voice.
Anna opened her eyes and saw that Elsa had a blanket draped over his broad shoulders. She followed him to the mattress and sat next to him, setting the garments aside. "Are you okay?"
"Not really," the platinum-haired Monarch admitted. At least he's calmed down, thought the Princess. They said nothing for a few minutes. "What if I stay like this forever?" he asked quietly.
"You won't." Anna placed a warm hand on his back. "I promise."
Elsa turned his head slightly and met his sister's hopeful gaze. The ghost of a smile danced on his lips. He sighed and said, "I have to wear those?" He looked over his sister to the pile of clothes lying next to her.
"Men can't go in dresses," Anna replied, shrugging.
"That's a shame."
"Not really," said Anna. "At least you have an excuse to wear this sort of stuff. I've always wanted to try dressing like a guy, but I'm afraid it'll cause a scandal."
Elsa was astounded. "Really?"
Anna gave a short laugh. "I was curious."
The Monarch chuckled. "You must be jealous," he teased, getting up.
"Oh, you don't know how jealous," Anna said, taking the pile of apparel and handing them to Elsa.
"Will they fit me?" asked the Monarch, taking the pile.
"Well, you're roughly father's size," said Anna. "Try them on." She stood up and followed Elsa as he headed for his folding screen and stood behind it.
"I'm quite not certain how to dress into these," the Monarch admitted sheepishly.
"I'll help. Don't worry," assured Anna. "Underwear first, Elsa."
From the opposite side, the Monarch dropped the blanket that hung from his shoulders, and wore the pair of flannel drawers. As he did, looked away and blushed, refusing to see his own manhood.
"The tunic comes next, Elsa," Anna instructed. "Then you wear the stockings and hold 'em up with braces, then wear the trousers, and—"
"Wait, wait," intervened the platinum-blonde, confused. "I don't think I know how to do any of what you just said."
"Of course you can!" said the Princess, suddenly standing behind him.
"Anna!" Startled, Elsa bent over, hands over his crotch. A blush rose to his cheeks as frost spread beneath his feet. "I'm naked!"
"No, you're not," said Anna, unaffected. "You're already in your underwear. You need help getting dressed, don't you?" Elsa could see the excitement flashing brightly in the Princess's eyes.
"Yes, but…"
The Princess held out the tunic. "C'mon, wear it." The Monarch did as told, before Anna held out the pair of stockings next.
"Shouldn't the trousers come next?" asked the Monarch.
"No. It'd be difficult to wear the stockings if the trousers came first," said Anna.
For a girl, she had unusual knowledge about things like this, thought the Monarch, sitting on a nearby cushioned chair and wearing the stockings. After having done so, Anna knelt and fastened the garters to the stockings to keep them in place. Elsa stood up again to wear the trousers ("Tuck the tunic in," instructed the Princess.), and Anna took the braces and secured them, before finally helping him into the dark-blue waistcoat and buttoning them. Afterwards, the Monarch took his seat to wear the boots; as he did, he asked, "How did you know?"
"Know what?"
"How to wear these things on me. How to know which should come first, and come next."
"Um, well," Anna began, abashed. "I…" She was blushing. "I used to try father's clothes on when he and mother weren't around."
"Oh. Wow." The Monarch was impressed. And yet he felt a creeping sadness when he realized this was once again proof of the how Elsa had missed out on so much of Anna's life. He imagined his sister, lonely and curious, sneaking into the King's wardrobe and trying on everything she could get her hands on. "Did you ever get caught?"
"Yes. Twice by mother," said the Princess, smiling at the memories of it. "Mother got angry and told me never to dress in men's clothes. But I didn't see the harm in it, so I continued to do so anyway, and made sure never to be caught again." As she spoke, the Monarch stood up, and she gasped. "Oh, Elsa…"
"What?" the Monarch grew worried at his sister's stunned expression.
"You're absolutely more gorgeous now that you're dressed!" gushed the Princess. "See yourself in the mirror!" she said, taking him by the hand and leading him to the ornately-wrought mirror. She stood back and watched as the platinum-blonde stared at his reflection, completely astounded.
Elsa gazed at the tall, well-built man dressed smartly in handsome clothes. He had to admit, he did look good. He saw the reflection of his sister, who stood behind him, eyes bright filled with admiration and wonder. He smiled warmly at her reflection; she smiled back.
"You are simply amazing," said the Monarch, turning to face the real Anna.
"And you are tall," returned Anna, grinning. The Monarch towered over her by a foot.
Elsa chuckled. "But really," he insisted. "you are. I don't know what I'd do without you." He took her hand, a small delicate appendage, in his own. "Thank you, Anna."
The Princess stepped closer and squeezed his hand. "You're welcome."
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