Immortal Winter: A Jelsa Fanfiction

Coronation

People. So many people. All with their eyes fixed on her. Elsa looked up and saw the choir singing, but she didn't hear their voices. All she heard was a nervous ringing in her ears. She took the agonizing steps up to the front. Anna was there. Strangely, instead of making Elsa feel better, her little sister's presence gave her an even bigger sense of fear.

Next thing she knew, she was bowing her head to receive the crown being placed atop her head. When she lifted her head, she came face to face with the objects on the pillow in front of her.

'Let's just get this over with,' she thought. She reached for the scepter and the orb, only to be stopped by the bishop.

"Your majesty," he whispered, "the gloves."

Just as she feared. She froze for a moment, then shakily, she took off her gloves. She picked up the objects, and faced the audience. They stood and smiled. She panicked.

The scepter and orb started to freeze. She quickly turned around, set down the objects, and put her gloves back on. She once again faced the audience.

And that's when she saw him.

He was tall, lean, and extremely handsome. He had messy white hair, and looked about her age. He wore very strange clothing, especially for a coronation, and carried a large staff, but it wasn't his clothes she was looking at.

It was his face.

He had a pale complexion, thin lips, and a muscular jaw. But what she was most intrigued by was his eyes.

They were an unnatural blue, and very piercing. There was so much experience in those eyes. They were the eyes of someone who had seen so much, too much. And she was gazing right into them.

She quickly looked away and walked out of the chapel like she had practiced so many times, hoping he hadn't noticed.