Coronation Day (Frozen | Elsa Agnarrsdatter/Hans Westergaard)

Chapter 1 | "Do you want to build a snowman?"

Chapter 1 | "Do you want to build a snowman?"

Decades after the infamously-dubbed "The Great Thaw", numerous of small, surrounding countries formed alliances against Arendelle in fear of her power — despite being only ruled under her reign in three mere years.

Truthfully, Elsa had been aware of the risk of exposing her power and dutifully tracked any suspicious movements that could endanger Arendelle due to her prowess. However, she thought it was no longer necessary to keep monitoring them after she stepped down from being queen and handed the title over to her sister instead.

Oh, how naïve she'd been.

Being as unprepared as they were, Arendelle couldn't stand a chance when they finally decided to do an all-out attack on Arendelle. Even when the Northudras and the spirits came to aid, they'd been too late. All they could do, by the time they got to Arendelle, was to evacuate the remaining survivors to the nearest country that's willing to house them.

The Southern Isles.

If it hadn't been so urgent, Elsa would've laughed at the irony of it.

Yes, the Southern Isles Monarchs may have taken them in, not from the goodness of their hearts, but to seek the burial of their bad blood caused by their youngest son once and for all. And yes, they may have taken them in with the impression that Elsa would be able to sweep their enemies of their feet within a blink of an eye. But nonetheless, they were one of the few to welcome them with open arms. And, Elsa would be forever grateful for it (even if she had to hold her tongue against some of the sons' crude and distasteful remarks).

The Arendellians made do with what they have and successfully acclimatised themselves with the Southern Isleans. And had they gotten more time, they probably could've been happy there.

It took the opposing forces two years to figure out their location, and that was only due to one of the princes betraying his own family in an effort to usurp the throne. It took them another year and more betrayals from the other brothers to finally subdue the remaining of the Southern Isles as well as Arendelle's Royal Families.

Elsa froze in place as she watched their captors drag Anna and Kristoff towards Xavier, the seventh prince of the Southern Isles who was the first to forsake his own blood for a mere golden head piece of no worth.

"Behold!" Xavier spread his arms out as though presenting a stage to the horrified Southern Isle subjects.

The King and Queen of the Southern Isles were also there, kneeling down on the ground right beside her sister and her husband. "Here, I have caught not one, not two, but four kings and queens of their kingdoms!"

No.

Elsa struggled against her restraints, lunging forward against the hundreds upon hundreds of chains and hot, burning steel holding her down. She didn't even register when they started to burn into her skin when four men started to walk forward to stand by each of the monarchs. They all had a sword in hand, already indicating what was about to happen to the crying citizens.

No no no no!

"Mark this day, my loyal subjects! For this is the moment that I, Xavier Harles Westergaard, take over both Southern Isles and Arendelle in one swoop!" Xavier made a gesture towards the executioners — because there's nothing else for her to call them as — and they started to move as one.

As they brought the blade, Anna held down her gaze and mouthed something to her.

Goodbye, Elsa—

"NO!!"

Jerking forward for one last time, Elsa felt herself spin in the air, oddly enough suddenly bereft of her binds, and hit a hard surface with an oomph. Elsa snapped her eyes open, unaware for when she'd closed them in the first place, and noticed that something was amiss.