Elsa suddenly choked on the drink she had just taken a sip on.
“What?!” she exclaimed in a state of shock. “I’m not marrying him! Why was I not told about this?!” She looked back at the man who was apparently her fiancé. Did her parents really think that low of her, low enough that she couldn’t find love herself, that is if she was even interested in finding anyone.
Anna stuttered as she tried to find something to say but nothing, her mind was wiped clear of anything vaguely intelligent, only one sentence came to mind. “Maybe you should get to know him..” Her voice gradually got quieter and quieter as she realized Elsa would most definitely not want to get to know him.
She glared at Anna angrily “Get to know him?! Are you kidding, I don’t want to be within a mile of him let alone be stuck with him for life!” She growled. Her powers were beginning to build up.
“I’m going to my room. Don’t bother following me.” She hissed. As she turned around, walking out of the door she had only came through just over an hour ago. She rushed up the stairs slamming the door behind her, back in her prison disguised as a bedroom. As soon as the door was shut she let her powers free, letting her room fill with ice, the temperature of the room immediately dropped as Elsa’s eyes began to glow a vibrant blue. She fell onto her bed with a loud groan of frustration.
The idea of being his wife disgusted her more than the thought of being queen.
A loud knock sounded at her door. After over ten years of hearing Anna's knock she knew it wasn’t her. Hadn’t she made a big enough scene down stairs to show that she didn’t want to speak to anyone?
“What?” She shouted.
The person behind the door cleared their throat and she instantly knew who it was, she didn’t need to hear his voice again. “Go away. I don’t plan on marrying you, I have no idea who you are!”
Hans chuckled, “I think you have made that point clear enough, but it doesn’t matter what YOU plan on doing. I hardly know you either, all I know is that If I marry you, I become King of Arendelle, and I know I’d be insane to decline that”
“No. You'd be a gentleman. But how could I expect such a thing from the Southern Isles. I've met your brothers and I can’t say I’d ever like to again.” Elsa scoffed.
“Why can’t you be like any other woman? All I ever have to do is smile, dance and from there on its simple” He said as he sat on the floor with his back leant against the abnormally cold door.
“Because I'm not willing to waste the rest of my life stuck behind a royal stereotype!”
Hans banged his fist into the door making a loud thud that startled Elsa.
“Oh come on Queen Ella! It could be so easy. Is that not what you want?”
Elsa got up and kicked the door making him jolt forward. “Its Elsa and not if it means marrying you. You haven’t even taken a few seconds to actually know my name. Why can’t you marry Anna or something? She’ll be Queen one day.”
“Because Princess Anna doesn’t fascinate me in the way you do. She didn’t choose to lock herself away for over a decade. Lets just try to get to know each other. What’s the worst that could happen? And if we must spend the rest of our lives with one another then should at least try to get a long. Lets act although we haven’t met before…”
Elsa crossed her arms and glared at the closed door as if her stare could pierce him through the thick wood. Then suddenly he knocked again, a lot more gentle this time.
“Who is it?” Elsa said in a sarcastic sing-song voice.
“Hello Queen Elsa, I'd like to introduce myself to you…”
Elsa waved her hand quickly making the ice melt into nothing. She looked around the room to check there was no remainder of her secret before opening the door to see the same auburn haired man bowed in front of the door and she quickly plastered on a large fake smile.
“What a pleasure it is to be in the presence of such a great Queen. I’m Prince Hans of the southern Isles, Would you like to go for a walk?” His fake politeness was incredibly annoying but it was better than his arrogance and rudeness.
“How could I say no to such a gentleman”
