The other end of the tunnel led her to the outskirts of the city, hidden in an outer wall of the castle. She tentatively poked her head out peering around to check the coast was clear before stepping out into the open and dusting herself off. She wasn't entirely sure where exactly in the city she was, having only ever been followed by an escort in the past, especially since the death of her parents. She understood the need to ensure her safety as the last of her family's bloodline. However she was left with nervousness around people and some strange, almost obsessive fear of touching people. Since she was young she'd noticed an ability to control the atmosphere around it, she could make the room around her icily cold. Could produce icicles from her hands and blizzards within the area around her. Somehow the Royal staff and her parents had managed to remove this fact about the Princess from the media's attention. However now that she was to become Queen she feared this becoming public knowledge. She had an almost jittery control over her powers. When she was calm and happy the ice melted and she could suppress it. When she was anxious it was almost as if her powers were like a storm willing her to let them escape.

Needless to say she had an extensive glove collection.

And a fear of unexpected hugging

She was currently wearing her favourite, white pair of gloves. They hugged her hands close. When alone she would take them off allowing her to feel the cool stone of her walls beneath her palms and the soft sheets of her bedding at night. It was not that she welcomed the entrapment the gloves gave her; it was the fear of harming others with a simple handshake or flick of the wrist by accident that caused her to don a pair as a daily ritual.

With her growing nervousness she could feel the ice start to plan its escape but she willed her legs into action before it could overcome her. She wandered vaguely, mapping out the area in her mind before finding herself just off the high-street. "I wonder where the girls flower shop is." She peered around, removing her sunglasses deciding that just maybe they had been a step too far on this overcast day.

It was then that she caught a glimpse of auburn hair and it was heading in her direction. "Shit, okay act natural." Apparently "natural" was quickly bending over to pretend to tie her shoes; however the girl simply brushed past her and onto the high street. After a minute or so of pondering Elsa decided to follow. "Maybe I could buy some flowers from her shop, they always seem so lovely" Soon she watches the girl enter the flower shop, which had been on the other end of the high street as the almost encounter. Without letting herself ruminate over all of the possibilities Elsa held her breath as she pushed open the door of the shop.

The bell that dinged as the door opened was a cute addition, as she looked around she noticed all the cute little accessories to the shop. Obviously there were flowers, what with it being a florist's, however the name tags for each type of flower were written with beautiful calligraphy, there were ribbons of every colour she could imagine all hung up behind the counter. Fairy lights accentuated a cushioned area under some stairs, there were also books there and a sign saying "swap shop". It was then that she noticed, looking further into the shop a small area that appeared to be a coffee stations, another sign was hung over the area that stated "donation" with an arrow to a money box.

"Hi, may I help you?" She spun round to find her wide blue eyes to be locked onto amused green ones.

"I'm not sure, Umm you see I'm new to town and was wondering if there were any areas of interest you might be able to recommend?" "That sounds at least, kind of plausible". She received a head tilt in reply before the girl decided to voice her musings.

"Are you the girl I just passed? Tying her already tied shoes?" She was certain that her goldfish impression must've been comical as her cheeks erupted into flames, the girl in question certainly found it amusing as she giggled softly to herself. I could merely nod and hope for the grounds to eat me up alive.

"That would be me, yes"

"Oh good, I had been wondering when you were going to stop following me, thought I'd lost my wayfaring stalker for a second." She was almost too embarrassed to catch her remark; however a certain remark had Elsa's eyes remove themselves from her feet. She catches the girl winking at her despite the girls crimson cheeks. "Okay then stalker, lucky for you I was about to ask my business partner what he thought about closing shop for the night. However if I'm going to be showing you the sights would you be so kind as to give me your name?"

"Shit, would she know who I am if I told her the truth? What would be the odds" In the year Elsa was born many parents had decided to name their little girls the same name to emulate the Royal family. It had therefore become a popular name for woman around the same age as Elsa and as such she herself had met many people who shared her namesake.

"M-my name is Elsa"

"Elsa, like the Princess, yes? Okay well my name is Anna"

"Yes exactly like the Princess."

"Well Elsa, is there a chance you'd take your hood down as cold as it has been outside you look like you're considering robbing the shop. I can assure you that although we manage to tick over the revenue isn't exactly wonderful." Her eyes were smiling which led Elsa to believe it was some form of joke. However the idea of removing her hood scared Elsa, her platinum hair, although a family trait passed down from her paternal grandmother would surely give her identity away. She looked up into the green eyes of the stranger stood before her hoping her eyes conveyed how deeply uncertain she was. Hoping. Praying that this girl, Anna, wouldn't recognise her. Or worse freak out.

Anna looked her up and down before nodding and signalling for her to put her hood down. She broke the eye contact before slowly, unsurely removing the hood. She could feel the temperature of the room drop slightly her breath starting to puff out of her in noticeable fumes. She wondered briefly if Anna had noticed it too. That thought however was abruptly ended when a quiet "Oooh" came from the other side of the counter. This was then followed by a scurry of limbs and an almost thunderous "Your majesty!" "Your Royal Highness actually"

Elsa looked up to find the girl prostrate on the ground attempting to bow, in the process she appeared to have knocked over several bunches of her flowers which had now flopped into a multi-coloured heap. "Well. So much for being unnoticed"