Elsa awoke the next day with a full schedule and a sense of cautious excitement for seeing Anna again. She feared Anna would see her for what she truly was a socially awkward aristocrat with the potential for becoming dangerous when she got too anxious.
"Is her Royal Highness ready for her meeting with the Archbishop?" Olaf, her advisor knocked on the door of her office. In truth Elsa was never going to be ready for this process, she feared the general public knowing her secrets, the secret of her powers and her sexuality being restricted knowledge with only those closest to the Princess truly knowing her. Although she did know in theory what the coronation process entailed she didn't truly know what would happen. The uncertainty scared her. She nodded hugging her hands close to herself.
"Elsa, it's going to be fine… come on you were born to do this. You're Royalty."
"B-but Olaf, you know it's too soon. They should still be here. Father always knew how to control it." Frost started cracking up the walls as the shorter of the two tentatively patted her shoulders.
"Elsa, I know you will learn how to, please just try… for me, please try. It'll be alright you just need to get through the ceremony."
She nods allowing the corners of her mouth to rise at the grin that Olaf was sporting. She'd known him since they were both little having had his mother as her own mothers chamber maid. In many ways he was practically her brother, both of them being raised in the castle getting into mischief together. Despite their families obviously being from different classes Olaf was often invited to eat with the royals as a child, Elsa's parents hoping that this friendship would help the naturally insular Elsa to find her voice. To their delighted surprise it somewhat did, however Olaf was always the most dominant finding way to push Elsa into things she wasn't most comfortable with. They liked the brown haired boy, watching as he became an intelligent, well-mannered young man. They didn't hesitate to hire the man as an advisor to the Princess, aiding her with the management of her schedule and interactions with the various members of state, senate and the public. He vetted emails, phone calls and meetings. Elsa would never really know how he managed it; she could barely manage the courage to enter a room full of members of the senate. But he managed it. She supposed she could meet with the Archbishop.
He was still a creep. From the second she walked in the room he had been glancing at her breasts. She was in a relatively simple dress she'd wear when in office meetings; it was a black fitted pencil dress from Ted Baker. She liked it because it was simple and went with the majority of her shoes and gloves. Apparently the Archbishop liked it also, albeit for different reasons. Despite her best attempts her gloves started to freeze and her breath came out in steam like "huffs".
"You know Ma'am, if I may be so bold. You're going to have to control these outbursts if the coronation is to be televised. You wouldn't want your subjects knowing your secrets would you?"
"The conniving bastard." She nods despite her disagreement.
"Good, now then how about we practice taking the orb and sceptre from my hands? Are you going to remove those gloves?"
"Gerda said I could keep them on today."
"Gerda lied." The smirk on his face was ruthless. "Let's hope you don't freeze the crown jewels." He watches as with shaking hands she removes her silk gloves and places them within her bag. "Now if Ma'am would like to sit." She sits. He places the orb and sceptre in her waiting palms.
"Do you solemnly promise and swear to govern the peoples of the Kingdom of Arendale, Corona and the Territories of the Southern Isles as well as any possessions belonging or pertaining, according to their respective laws and customs?"
"I solemnly promise so to do."
"Will you to your power cause Law and Justice, in Mercy, to be executed in your judgements?"
"I will" Ice had started to spread from her fingertips. They both notice. "I hate this bit."
"Will you to the utmost of your power maintain the laws of God and the true profession of the Gospel? Will you to the utmost of your power maintain in the Kingdom of Arendale, Corona and the Territories of the Southern Isles the Protestant Reformed Religion established by the law? Will you maintain and preserve inviolable the settlement of the Church of Arendale, and the doctrine, of worship, discipline, and government thereof, as by the law established in Arendale? And will you preserve unto the Bishop and Clergy of Arendale, and to the Churches there committed to their charge, all such rights and privileges, as by law do or shall appertain to them or any of them?
"All this I promise to do. The things which I have therefore promised, I will perform and keep. So help me God."
"Then it is with the Divine right of the monarchy I can pronounce you Elsa, Queen of Arendale and its territories." By the time she stands to give the crown jewels back to him there is a definite layer of frost on both items. "Well Ma'am, I can say that you've improved. Nothing is frozen to you." He pats her back as she attempts to shrug him off.
"Will you be in need me for much longer Archbishop?" At the shake of his head she practically bolts out the door. "In that case I shall take my leave, thank you Archbishop." She realised it was probably a sin to hate a member of the clergy. However her severe dislike for the man left in her wake was deep felt.
As she scrambled the corridors towards the safety of her study she almost collides with Gerda.
"Is her Royal Highness quite alright?" She recognises the caring smile in the older woman as she points out to the Princess the trail of ice left in her wake. "If I may be as bold as to suggest that you might not be alright Elsa would you tell me what the matter is?"
"As Queen I would be the head of the church wouldn't I?" She receives a nod and "hmm" in response. "Well, Gerda… as you and some of my closest advisors know it may not be best for me to be head of the church."
"Elsa, it's 2016. Trust me. The only people who are going to care is the clergy, it's an archaic rule calm down."
Once Elsa finally got to the sanctuary of her office she managed to organise meeting up with Anna, deciding her office attire was anonymous enough once she donned her wig she made her way to the flower shop she had previously become acquainted with. She makes her way to the shop quickly, allowing the excitement to bubble up.