Fate - Chapter 3: " Surprise Visit "

" What's wrong? " I inquire at him, opening and closing my hands into fists. He shakes his head and turns away from me. I narrow my eyes at him as I walk up behind him.

" Hello? I'm talking to you! " I yell, walking in front of the man and blocking his way. I point my finger in his face as he stares at me blankly. " Ignoring people is very rude, y'know. "

" I- I'm sorry. I just- I could hurt you really bad, and I don't like hurting people. " The man confesses. He glances down at his bare hands, and I follow his icy gaze.

" Julian. "

" Huh? " He looks back up at me, closing his hands and lets his hands fall to his sides.

" My name is Julian. " I repeat, and I hold out my hand for him to shake. The man looks at my hand cautiously. He reaches his hand out, and then takes it back. He holds his hand close to his chest. I shake my hand out at him, and his eyes clear. His head shakes, making his hair flop backwards. He gingerly takes my hand in his, and shakes it.

" Elson Overland, King of Arendelle. "

At the mention of king, my eyes widen and my hand goes limp. " K- King?! " Elson nods slowly, while looking at me all the same. I drop my hand down to my side, and he raises an eyebrow.

" What? Never seen a king before? " He smirks a little bit at my reaction, and I look away blushing. Elson tilts his head at me as I gaze back at him.

" Well, just not a king who lives on a mountain in a palace made from ice. " I huff, crossing my arms as a grin forms on my face. Elson rubs his forehead as he looks directly at me.

" Did you just arrive in Arendelle? " Elson walks towards an ice couch and I shadow his movements. We sit on the couch in silence and I nod slightly.

" Yeah. " I peer over and notice that Elson is rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

" Well then, Julian. I guess you don't know about me then? " His hand drops and he shifts in his seat so that he's looking into my eyes. I tilt my head.

" No, why? " Elson sighs, and closes his eyes. A strand of his hair falls in his face and he blows it out of the way.

" I made this castle. "

" Well, obviously. " I raise my shoulders, and cross my arms. Elson sighs, and scratches the back of his head sheepishly.

" I've been keeping a secret my entire life, Julian. You have to understand that. " He pauses, and gazes at me, his eyes boring into mine. I encourage him on, and he closes his eyes. " I can control ice and snow. T- This winter that's around us.. I did that. "

" Wait, you're telling me that you made summer into winter? " Elson nods sadly, and my eyes widen. " Well, that's extreme. Even for me. "

" What do you mean by that? " Elson looks back at me, and I tense up. Good job, Julian. You blew it. Now you have to tell him about your powers.

" Uh.. " My words die away as someone knocks on the door of the palace. Elson, not expecting anyone, suddenly rushes to the patio, and looks out.

I hear him whisper under his breath, " No, no, no, no, no, no.. " He rushes past me, and I snap my head back. Elson sprints towards the staircase leading to the main room, and freezes as the door opens. I peer from behind him, keeping to the side of the archway in which we're standing in.

" Hello? " A man with ginger hair calls out. He has teal eyes, and a stripe of platinum hair going down the right side of his bangs. The man has freckles dusted on his face. His outfit design consists of dark blue pants and a black vest with gold lacing and green, red, yellow and purple rose prints on it, a light blue long-sleeved blouse, and black heeled leather boots with gold linings and magenta soles. He also wears a pair of blue mittens with navy blue palms, and a detachable magenta cape with a matching cap, purple linings, and small Byzantium tassels on the edge of the cap with a silver brooch consisting of a pair of hearts with gray prints attached to his cape.

" Who's that? " I whisper to Elson, as I peek over his shoulder curiously. Elson looks back at me, and motions for me to stay put. I huff, and watch as Elson walks towards the strange man that's entered the castle.

" Andrew.. " Elson announces, and Andrew looks up at him.

" Whoa, Elson. You look different. It's a good different. " Andrew stutters, looking up at Elson with wondering eyes. His eyes go past me as he scrutinizes the castle. " And this place, it's amazing. "

" Thank you. " Elson replies, and walks towards the railing of the stairs. " I never knew what I was capable of. "

Andrew starts to trudge up the stairs. " I'm so sorry about what happened. If I'd of known- "

" No, no. It's okay. You don't have to apologize. " Elson says, while shaking his hands loosely. " But you should probably go, please. " He avoids Andrew's gaze as he forces the sentence out of his mouth. Andrew's eyes widen as his hands clamp into fists.

" But I just got here. " Andrew retorts, tilting his head in confusion.

" You belong down in Arendelle. " Elson says, backing away from Andrew slowly. He bumps into me, and shoots me a startled look.

" So do you. " Andrew claims, surveying Elson intensely.

" No, Andrew. I belong here. Alone. Where I can be who I am, without hurting anybody. " Elson states, eyeing Andrew with his eyes filled with regret.

" Actually about that- " Andrew starts, but stops due to the fact that someone else opens the doors and runs into the room.

" 60! " A high, cheery voice squeaks from outside. Elson's hands clamp up, and he gazes at the door.

" Wait, what is that? "

" Hi, I'm Olaf and I like warm hugs! " A little snowman shouts out, spreading his wooden arms wide.

" Olaf? " Elson asks, his eyebrows scrunched together.

" You built me, remember that? " Olaf says, placing his stick arms in front of him and looking up and Elson, his eyes filled with joy.

" And you're alive? "

Olaf stretches his arms out, and looks at them. " I think so? " Elson stares at his hands in awe, and horror.

" He's just like one we built as kids. " Andrew asserts, going on one knee and patting Olaf's back warmly. Elson looks at his hands, then at Olaf and Andrew.

" Yeah. " He replies, smiling as he looks down at them. I walk out of my hiding spot, and Olaf looks straight at me.

" Hi! I'm Olaf and I like warm hugs! " He waves at me, and I stare at him, shocked. I raise my hand limply as Andrew flashes his sparkling eyes in my direction. He then glimpses down at Olaf, clearly confused.

" Who are you talking to? There's no one there. "