Chapter Three - Princessly Duties

Princess Anna of Arendelle was in a good mood today. Sure, while someone had tried to kill her sister just a week ago, that had meant that they had slept in the same bedchamber for the first time since she was five, even if it was only for one night, and only because of the blood on the rugs, and the-

"No!" Anna said to herself. "I'm not going to let myself think about that! Maybe I could go to the market and buy a new dress. Ooh, or maybe I could get Elsa and me some chocolate from the kitchens! Oh, wait, no, she's busy being Queen. I wish Kristoff was here, he'd be able to think of something to do." Just then, a guard approached her, interrupting that rather depressing train of thought.

"Your Highness, your presence is requested in the throne room." the guard told her after a quick bow.

"Really?" she asked the guard. "I wonder why Elsa wants me there. Do you know? Is someone in trouble?" She suddenly gasped, and a look of worry showed on her face. "Was Kristoff hurt?" she asked quickly.

"I don't believe there's anything to be concerned about, Your Highness. Your sister probably just wants your company."

"Oh, I hadn't thought of that. Let's go there now."

"Yes, Your Highness, though the Queen has also requested Kristoff's presence. Would you happen to know where he is?"

"I think he said something about going to oversee preparations for the ice harvest, or something."

"Thank you, your Highness."

When Anna entered the throne room of Arendelle, she was immediately instructed to stand to the right of her sister, a place she only stood when they were being visited by foreign dignitaries, or for official palace events. As soon as she was in place, Elsa turned to an attendant and said "Please tell His Majesty that we are ready to receive him now."

So that's what this is about, we're meeting a King! Anna thought to herself. I wonder which kingdom he's from, and what he looks like, and what kind of person he is! Maybe he and Elsa will fall in love the way Kristoff and I have!

Her thoughts were cut short just then by the opening of the large doors at the front of the hall, and she immediately adopted her most regal pose, only for it to almost instantly be replaced by a look of awe as the biggest men she'd ever seen, other than Oaken, entered the room.

"Presenting His Majesty, Ulfric Stormcloak, High King of Skyrim!" the herald announced.