I do not own the song "we are one" which is from the movie Lion king.

June 26th 2005

"Maybe I'm not fit to be the person I'm meant to be," the young girl stated to the man who sat next to her. The little Indian girl allowed her long curly black hair let loose, her golden skin slightly flushed from the heat, indicating she had been sitting outside in the kingdom's garden for a large amount of time. The young girl felt drained and mentally exhausted. Fear crept up in her throat at the thought of letting loose her emotions. She had turned ten years old three days ago and the dark emotions swirling in her chest were still lurking. She still found it difficult to accepting herself, accept the fact she did not belong here. She felt confused, upset.

She felt dead.

The older man dressed in only a white shirt with a royalty sachet wrapped around him and loose black trousers knelt behind the young woman. He pulled her into his chest, hugging the girl, whispering small apologies in her ear, trying to calm her suffering; He had dirty blonde hair that was slowly turning grey. He was astonished that this young girl at the age of ten was already showing a mentality capacity of a 28 years old, let alone his seven year old who was still in his childish prankish ways. Now that the king thought about it, the girl was three years older than his son.

"However do you mean, child?" the man questioned, his hand combing through the young girl's long curly hair. He had recently platted the young girl's hair in braids during the early morning hours so she was able to read and relax properly without her hair hiding her face all the time.

"I heard you and Mother talk about the heir to the throne…I didn't mean to eavesdropped Father," she added quickly before continuing.

"It's just as I was playing with Hans, he ran into your room and I stayed outside listening in fear I would get in trouble," the young girl said with wide eyes. "Then I heard you say to Mother that you both came to a decision that I'm going to be the queen when you two pass over," the girl continued, resting her body against her father, until her father got up, lifting young girl in his arms, carrying her in comfort. He knew instantly the fear that was consuming the young girl's thoughts.

"Are you afraid of becoming heir because of your colour and Indian heritage, young one?" her father asked, concerned. The little girl nodded in response.

"Because of the power consumed…what if I'm not supposed to be here? What happens when you look down upon the heavens and regret me taking over the kingdom instead of your son?" the girl pushed on, tears running from her eyes. She allowed the tears to slowly leak out from her golden brown eyes but never allowed herself to sob and break down. The King gave her a small smile before placing her on the floor, the middle age man kneeling on his knees so then he was eye level with his daughter.

"That's like saying you don't want to be Queen. It is in your blood to be a ruler," the man said, his hands were on the girl's cheeks. His thumbs brushed against her stinging eyelashes, wiping away her unwanted tears. "You're my daughter Farrah, even if I found you unwanted, you are part of this Bumpstead-Anderson family…you never remembered or knew your name, remember that?" the King pressed on, causing the little girl to giggle in front of him; her tears and sadness disappearing as she started to laugh in embarrassment.

"I remember that day…but Dad, I didn't have a name…" the girl replied, her sadness slowly being brought back to life, as the memory painfully entered her head.

The king leaned forward and rested his forehead against his daughter's before lingering a kiss on her skin. "Do you know why I gave you the name 'Farrah'?" the king questioned. The little girl stared back, unable to reply. She just apologetically shook her head.

"Because the meaning of your name is happy and it is true. When I met you, you gave me that smile and even though I knew you were suffering, I knew you were still happy," the king informed Farrah, who only allowed a sigh on escape her lips.

"But-"the young princess was about to disagree until her father had interrupted her, already knowing what his daughter would ask.

"When I first saw you, I knew you would be Queen. I know you hope to, one day, bring peace and harmony," the King pressed on.

"And I believe you can…I believe in you, My dear child," the King said, placing his hand on the girl's shoulder, causing the girl to smile before throwing her arms in the air, wrapping them around the king's neck in a rough but gentle hug.

"As you go through life, you'll see. There is so much that we don't understand and the only thing we know is that things don't always go the way we planned. But you'll see every day that we'll never turn away when it seems all your dreams come undone. We will stand by your side filled with hope and filled with pride. We are more than we are…We are one," the King sang, his voice and choice of words soothing to the little girl. She pulled away, giving a small smile in return.

"If there's so much I must be,can I still just be me, the way I am?Can I trust in my own heart? Or am I just one partof some big plan?" the little sang back in reply. The king only looked back at the young girl in pure confidence and pride as he took his daughter's hands in his and directly looked into her eyes.

"Even those who are goneare with us as we go journey has only begun,tears of pain, tears of thing nothing can destroyis our pride, deep insidewe are one. We are one, you and are like the earth and family under the sun," the king sung back in return.

"We are part of each other, as long as you live here. It is who you are…you may not understand what is meant by this now…but I promise you someday it will all make sense my dear child," the king stated as he pointed at the girl's chest, right over her heart. The two shared a hug – a hug simply between father and daughter, not man and slave.

Father and daughter.

King of the present and the Queen of the future.

"We are one," the daughter smiled happily.

"Farrah!" Connor screamed at the daydreaming Queen, who was seated in the library of Queen Elsa's palace. The young woman blinked twice before shrugging off her memory of her father, turning towards her knight in command with her eyebrows raised in question.

"Yes Connor?" Farrah questioned, rather frustrated at the way he had sternly exclaimed her name. She couldn't help but think to herself on how much his deep voice sounded exactly like her father's voice.

The older man sighed, before placing himself on an empty seat beside his queen. It was not common for the captain to see his queen emotionally frustrated back in the Southern Isles. Since the young woman's parents had passed away due to a very destructive illness, the captain in command took it upon himself to try his best to be there for the Queen, as he knew that the Queen saw him as a friend and a father figure.

"What's wrong majesty?" Connor asked, resting his strong hands on the queen's shoulder, who only allowed a sigh to escape her lips before he witnessed small snowflakes falling from the ceiling of the library where they were sitting. A few sparkling flakes fell upon the Queen's tinting cheeks, a sign of love blossoming within the queen's chest while the temperature in the room dropped at the thought.

"We need to get out of here Connor. I have a feeling that Hans is up to something," the Queen lied, using any excuse for her to get away from Arendelle before she let loose her desires. Unfortunately for her, Connor could see through her lies. He allowed a chuckle to escape his lips as he watched the queen shifted in her seat uncomfortably.

Her hands on her lap fidgeting in despair and need as she leaned her head back on to the chair, refusing to allow her eyes to shut close, refusing to look at her knight in command for fear that he would catch her lying to him.

"Sorry Captain," she murmured an apology, Connor nodded his head in return, a understanding smile creeping up on his features.

"You've fallen for the Queen, haven't you?" Connor allowed a final laugh escape his mouth when he witnessed Farrah's face turning a darker shade of red. Unknowingly to the Queen, before he bowed and left the garden with his Queen and Queen Elsa, Connor noticed the way Farrah rescued the damsel in distress and unthinkably healed the queen. Sure, he had felt guilty for staying behind to keep an eye of his queen but when he saw the connection between the two women, he could not move without noticing the desire, need and love glistening on both their features.

"Mother nature picked the wrong movements this time…" Farrah explained to him before bring her hands to her face in shame. Connor knew the queen inside and out; he knew of her emotions, her fantasies, her secrets and he also respected her and advised the young queen as much as he could.

"Farrah, you are aware that the Queen is awake, in search of you. You had the choice to remove the memory of what you had did but chose not to," Connor said to her sternly, before placing a friendly hand on his friend's knees.

"So I would advise you to explain to her what you did in the gardens before she actually loses control to the point she will be driven mad with curiosity," Connor advised before rising from the seat. He stared at his lead, the woman smiling in return for the friendly gesture as the snowflakes disappeared, the temperature in the room regaining its normalcy. The Captain bowed in respect before he walked towards the door and gave his queen once last glance before he disappeared behind the golden double doors.

"She did what?!" Anna exclaimed before she clumsily tripped on her own two feet from the utter shock she was in. Even if she was saved from a little fatal drop, it was pure utter shock to Anna. The redhead was at a lost at what actually happened and the main reason behind it.

"Yes! It's an act of true love! She saved the queen and healed her leg!" Olaf exclaimed, jumping and clapping his hands in excitement. "It was so beautiful and adorable Anna! But the shocking thing is that Elsa didn't even push her away and her ice powers never froze the grown," Olaf exclaimed further in excitement.

Anna listened intently before smiling mischievously. This was too cute. She always wanted her older sister to be happy and a frown formed on her face whenever she thought about the blonde woman being alone. Since Anna is most of the time with Kristoff, she realised Elsa must have been feeling lonely, even as she performed all of her "Queeny" stuff.

"Wait…" Anna confusingly gestured with her hands up in the air. "Healed? Are you saying she has powers?" Anna continued with her eyes wide in shock when she witnessed Olaf uncontrollably nod his head.

"That's…." Anna began, "Too freakin' cute!" She finished before happily dancing along with Olaf. They both started singing uncontrollably repeating the mantra "Act of true love."

"What are you two so giddy about?" A voice interrupted them. Anna and Olaf both turned to the direction where the voice was and Olaf instantly smiled at the woman who was in front of him while Anna stood there in confusion and awe.

The woman was drop dead beautiful. She had short black curly hair; golden brown eyes. She was very tall and masculine but still had a feminine feature to it, but the most captivating and attracting feature of this woman was her smile. Olaf instantly clapped his hands and pulled on Anna's dress, giggling like a little girl.

"Anna, Anna, this is Queen Farrah," Olaf excitedly squeaked and Anna's jaw dropped slightly. She had no idea that this was Farrah - the one who caught her sister's heart and held in the palm of her drop dead gorgeous hands. Anna secretly cheered for her sister, a plan forming in her mind to get these two together.

"Oh, you're Anna? I was searching the palace for you to apologise for Han's behaviour towards you," the queen interjected before bowing to the princess, who only giggled in response and did a curtsey in respect for the queen.

"It's not a problem! I mean it was a problem before, him being the problem, that is!" Anna exclaimed. The Queen's brow rose in question. "I mean, the way the situation was which caused him to be a problem!" she quickly corrected. The Indian Queen only smiled and nodded in understanding, slightly humoured at the young princess's nervousness.

"Ahem," another voice interrupted behind Farrah. Anna and Olaf smiled knowing at who was behind the Indian Queen. Farrah only stiffened in her tracks, knowing that it was the ruler of Arendelle herself.

"Elsa, you're okay!" Anna and Olaf chirped before flinging themselves onto Elsa, who only returned their hugs with confusion and embarrassment. Did something happen while she was asleep? She raised a questioned bow at the gorgeous Indian Queen in front of her, who smiled and pointed to her ankle, making things clearer to the ice queen.

"I'm fine, my darlings. If you don't mind, you both can get to know the Queen later this week but I have an important issue to discuss with the grace," Elsa explained to them apologetically. Anna and Olaf only smiled in agreement, a mischievous expression written on their faces, leaving Elsa with fear clouding her chest.

"That's fine sis, have fun building a snowman!" Anna screamed back happily before bowing and walking towards the kitchen area with Olaf. The two queens looked at each other, a hint of red tinted their faces..

"My grace, would you like to accompany me for a walk?" Elsa asked the Indian queen, who only nodded as she followed the queen beside her. Awkward silence followed them as they continued walked, the silence unbearable to Farrah. Each time they roamed around the castle, their desires to just be intertwined with one another grew stronger and stronger.

"You have many wandering questions in your mind, my majesty?" Farrah questioned, her gaze soon warming up with confidence to lead the conversation. As they strolled past a broom closet, Farrah let her eyes flutter shut.

Farrah groaned at the decision she made, her hands touched the ice queen's cold fingertips as she pushed her into the closet.

Elsa gasped in fear as she witnessed Farrah closing the closet door. Farrah knelt on her knees and sat on the floor, her back against the wall. The fearful look which was on the Queen's features had disappeared when she witnessed the queen taking a seat on the floor, but Elsa still shifted uncomfortably.

Upon realisation that Elsa didn't want to get her dress in a mess due to questions that may be asked around the castle, Farrah smirked before pulling the beautiful snow queen down on to her. Elsa yelped as she felt herself being tugged down. She felt herself landing on something soft beneath her and whimpered at the contact before noticing how comfortable she was placed on the Indian queen's lap, her back against the tan queen.

"Ask me," Farrah whispered to the queen, her breath sending shivers down the Queen's back. She felt Farrah's arms escalate from her hands to her hips and Elsa had to bite back a moan that wanted to escape her lips. The blonde allowed her hands to rest on the Indian Princess's knees, clutching onto them for safety.

"You healed my ankle...are you-" Elsa's question was interrupted when she felt two arms move from her hips to the front of her chest. She gasped a little when light had enlightened from the palm of Farrah's hands, the light slowly turned into a snowflake before it exploded into millions of stardust.

"I possess the same type of power as you, my majesty," the woman behind her said, her voice a little softer than her previous husky attire. "I control the weather just as you do. I can cause the floor to ice up. I can make it snow…but I can also control fire," the Indian queen continued. Farrah placed her warm palm on the beautiful snow queen's icy cold cheeks, who gasped at the contact as heat radiated off of the Farrah's skin.

"I'm just glad I'm not alone with this curse," Elsa said, shifting in Farrah's lap. She lifted the hem of her dress, not wanting to rip it, and confidently placed both her legs on the side of Farrah's lap, straddling her, deep blue icy cold pupils staring into chocolate brown eyes. She rested both of her hands on the Indian queen's shoulder, who only smiled before playing her right hand underneath the queen's chin while her left was placed on the queen's thigh.

"It's not a curse, it's a beauty," Farrah stated softly, "I can control my powers at my own free will, but I know you cannot. I would cherish the thought of helping you, my beautiful queen," Farrah said, in a slight whisper causing Elsa's blood to rise to her cheeks. She had no idea what this queen was doing to her but she knew that each between their bodies caused both Queen's heart to race, beating as fast as drums.

"Then by all means…help me, my grace," the queen whimpered, her arms slowly taking control on their own. She wrapped her arms around the Indian's queen neck in need, slowly pushing herself against the strong body beneath her.

"Can I kiss you Elsa?" Farrah asked, her fingertips still lingering underneath the snow queen's chin…she had to let go of her desire; she could not on for any longer. As for Elsa, the snow queen wanted the Indian queen beneath her to just ravish her. She wanted to become one with the queen and she couldn't wait any longer. Elsa found herself leaning forward with her chin resting on the Indian Queen's shoulder.

"Yes, my grace," Elsa whispered into her grace's ear, allowing a low moan to escape her lips when warm yet cold lips grazed along her neck. It was only a kiss on the neck but the snow queen found herself being driven into pure madness…what the Indian queen was doing to her neck caused her moaning in desire…

"Elsa,"

Elsa looked into her grace's lust-filled brown eyes before Farrah leaned forward, her soft lips touching hers in a very forceful manner. She moaned at the contact as she forced her tongue in a dominant battle with the Indian queen's possessive one, her hands now tangled in short black curly hair, urging the queen to work her magic on her. She broke the kiss and moaned when she felt a hand cup her most intimate part.

"Ahem Majesty?"

Elsa opened her eyes in confusion, looking up to find her grace's arms wrapped around her again in a tight yet fierce hug. Elsa looked at her surrounding to find that they were still in the very same hallway that they was before. She rubbed her forehead in anger and confusion.

"What happened?" Elsa questioned in a whimper.

"You were lost in thoughts," the Indian queen explained to Elsa, who was still in her arms, refusing to get up as she enjoyed the contact. Elsa allowed the sigh to escape her lips. She couldn't deny that being in love and being loved back in return was her greatest fear.

"Majesty," a voice interrupted the two women. Without moving from where she was in the arms of the Indian Queen, she turned to see Kai waiting patiently for their acknowledgment of his presence, a smirk lurking on his face as he witnessed the weak look on the queen's features, knowing himself the signs of it all.

"The council meeting awaits," Kai smiled when Elsa's face went back to her usual "nothing-happened-look" and slowly yet painfully pulled her away from the goddess's arms, sighing in disappointment.

She turning around in hope when she witnessed her grace still standing at the same place.

"My grace, would you like to accompany me at the meeting?" Elsa questioned the tall queen, who in return gave her a wink and walked towards Elsa, nodding her head in acceptance.

Elsa grinned as they made their way to the boardroom of the palace, her arms subconsciously locked around the Indian Queen's arms, who in returned kissed the forehead of her beauty.

Unknown to them, they were being watched.

"Way to go, babe!" Kristoff high-fived his girlfriend, Anna giggling in excitement. Their plan was slowly working.

Maybe this is an act of true love?

A/N

The next chapter will be here soon ^_^

Time to give Elsa some love :D

Elsa: What's this?

Farrah: Exactly, Care to share author?

Me: You both got to wait to find out...It the story of your love :D

Farrag: Why not let us tell it? Basically it all began when- *author covers Farrah's mouth*

Me: No! That's my job! Stay tuned guys!

Elsa: ...