Frozen Heart {ON HIATUS}

LOVE IS AN OPEN DOOR

Springy music fills the Great Hall as guests dance, eat, laugh and enjoy themselves. They all came to a stop, hearing the sound of trumpets playing, signalling that the King and Prince have arrived.

Lou comes up the mini stage and announces the highnesses arrival.

"King Zayn of Arendelle."

Zayn enters, a contented smile on his face, proudly glancing at the guests who, in return, smiled back at him. Glad that he didn't have to worry about people finding out about his powers now that he was officially the ruler of his beloved kingdom.

"Prince Harry of Arendelle."

Harry runs into the room, waves awkwardly at the crowd, then gets ushered by Lou to be stood next to Zayn.

"Here? Are you sure?" Harry asks, but didn't get a reply as the staff member walks away to leave the two royals to themselves.

He and Zayn sneak a few awkward peeks at each other before Zayn stirred up the courage to speak up first.

"...hi."

Harry did a double take, not expecting Zayn to talk to him after years of not talking to each other and being shut out. "Hi me...? Oh. Um. Hi."

"...you look beautiful." Zayn compliments. Knowing how much Harry liked to be called beautiful instead of handsome. It was a brother instinct. He could tell his brother is a tad flamboyant, not sure if he fancied men, but he wouldn't care if he did. As long as he's happy, he will be, too.

"Thank you. You look beautifuller. I mean, not fuller. You don't look fuller, but more beautiful." Zayn laughed softly at Harry's attempt to cover up his awkwardness.

"Thank you."

They look out at the celebration taking place in front of them.

"So, this is what a party looks like?"

Harry turns to Zayn and admits, "it's warmer than I thought."

"And what is that amazing smell?"

Both brothers closed their eyes to inhale a sweet and warm scent.

"Chocolate." They say in unison, opening their eyes at the same time then laughing at how they knew what the other was going to say.

Zayn looks back out at the party. Harry glancing at him and thinking of what else he could say just to have a conversation with his brother. Unfortunately, Lou interrupts them before Harry could utter a word.

"Your Majesty. The Duke of Weaseltown."

"Weselton. The Duke of Weselton." The shorter man corrects, approaching the royal siblings. "Your Majesty, as your closest partner in trade, it seems only fitting that I offer you your first dance as King."

The Duke does a funny flitter of his feet, a hitch-kick, and a deep bow. He whispers to himself, "one, two, three. Jump." As he holds out his hand, head down, his toupee dips forward.

Harry giggles, Zayn looks at him and stifles a laugh himself. He cleared his throat before replying, "thank you...only I don't dance."

"Oh...?" The Duke said, quite offended.

"But my brother does."

"What?" Harry says in surprise.

"Lucky you..."

"Oh, I don't think--"

The Duke grabs Harry's arm and yanks him away to the dance floor before he could protest.