Cursed Royalty

chapter two

Everything around them turned into a purple majestical smoke and the shapes that Elsa could make out were starting to blur because of how quickly the setting was changing. In a nanosecond, they were in a completely foreign place. Panic overtook her when she couldn't find even a single thing that resembled her home. She was in a castle but not her castle. How the hell did this happen? One minute she was fighting this man in Arendelle and the next thing she knew, she was transported here. "Where the hell am I?!" She yelled, taking a few steps back to create some distance between her and the mysterious man who now had tensed lines creased all over his face.

He was tensed? She was the one who had just been kidnapped.

"I swear to god if you don't shut up, the consequences will not be great." He replied, beyond annoyed and a hint of his tone seemed to be pleading with her.

"Consequences? I have far more authority than you could ever imagine. So go on, I would like to see what you come up with." She replied.

When no response came out of him, she continued,
"Answer my question! Why did you bring me here?" Her mother would definitely kill her if this man didn't. They would believe that she perpetuated an escape plan to get out of meeting her suitor. On any other given day she probably would've but this time that was not the case at all; she just happened to be too naive and decided to play hero.

The man wasn't able to answer her question because as soon as the words left her lips, the doors were pushed open a little too aggressively causing them to smack against the beige coloured walls with a loud bang making her cringe. She saw another male figure walk in and with just a simple glance, she could see that he exuded self confidence. He had silver hair, pale skin that matched hers, blue eyes, and wore a Royal clock with a symbol she did not recognize. His crown shone brightly underneath the light bestowing it upon everyone that he was a monarch.

"Commander, what is all the ruckus about?" He asked, ignoring the fact that a person let alone a princess was in his company. The man who took or "kidnapped" as Elsa liked to put it, quickly bowed. It would be disrespectful if Elsa didn't curtsey because he was a royal and she was taught since an early age that you must regard their position. However, she did not care in this particular moment. Why should she display any sort of acclamation towards the man who played a hand in her abduction.

The king simply nodded, motioning for him to explain what was happening. "Your highness, I went to do what you had asked me to and the plan was going exceptionally well like it often does but as you can see there was a flaw and something went wrong." He pointed a finger at Elsa who stood there glaring back at him.

It took the king a minute to register that there was somebody else in the room other than him and his trustworthy companion. A young woman who seemed to be around the same age as him stood with her arms crossed, lips pressed tightly together, and an annoyed look on her face. The first thing that stuck out about her were her features. Her long blonde hair ran freely down her back, her eyes were blue just like his, and her skin was fair. When he looked at what she was wearing, he was amused. A dark blue gown adorned her from head to toe, what occasion had she gotten all dressed up for?

"Who is this?" He asked, blatantly. Dismissing his thoughts in the process.

"I wish I knew, Sir." His commander replied.

"I have a better question, who the hell are you?!" Elsa exclaimed. This entire situation made no sense to her and the fact that nobody was answering any of her questions only left her more agitated.