[A/N: Came up with this one day after watching Frozen for the umpteenth time. Please leave a review and let me know if you think I should add on to the story!

I don't own anything from Merlin or Frozen.]

"Do you want to build a snowman?"

"…What?"

Merlin grinned and repeated himself. "I said, d'you want to build a snowman? I just thought, since there's so much snow around and all, that maybe you might want to…" He trailed off when he saw the look on Arthur's face.

"Merlin. Do I look like a twelve year old girl?" It's bad enough we have to ride through this ghastly weather. I don't want to play in it, too."

Merlin shrugged. "Your loss." His eyes flashed gold, and three clumps of snow rolled themselves together. With a wave of his hand, two sticks and several rocks plopped into the snow, arranged in a manner that resembled arms, eyes, and a mouth.

Arthur brought his horse to a halt and snickered. "What is that supposed to be?"

"A snowman, obviously," Merlin told him, slowing his steed down as well. "Why are you laughing?"

"Well, it's just… It's not very good, is it? And it doesn't even have a nose."

"He has character," Merlin grumbled. They rode on, leaving the lopsided snowman behind. "So… Tell me about Arendelle. Have you been there before?"

Arthur shook his head. "No. Ever since my father discovered that the young queen had magic, he cut off all contact with their kingdom. It's a wonder they even invited me to this wedding, considering how my father must have acted towards them. I heard that there was a brief cursed period about two years ago when Arendelle was frozen over, but it was resolved quickly. Now the queen's younger sister, Anna, is getting married to an ice miner."

"An… ice miner?" Merlin questioned, with a quizzical look on his face.

Arthur shrugged. "It must be something they do up here in the North. Of course they couldn't have the wedding in the summer… It had to be the blasted winter. I feel as thoughI'm frozen over." He pulled his cloak closer around his shoulders.

"So you said it's the younger sister getting married, and not the queen herself? Huh. That's unusual," Merlin mused.

"Is it?" Arthur considered that for a moment. "Well, Queen Elsa came into power as a fairly young woman. I would imagine that she has her focus on matters of state, rather than which man she'll court next. And she has plenty of time to marry, if she chooses to do so. Her younger sister, though, has no need to worry about running a kingdom."

Merlin smirked. "And have you met Queen Elsa?"

"No, but I look forward to it. I have heard that she is…" The tips of Arthur's ears turned red, and he cleared his throat. "Because, you know, Arendelle could be a valuable ally to Camelot. It is important to align ourselves with as many kingdoms as possible."

"Of course, sire."

"Merlin?"

"Yes?"

"Shut up."

"Yes, sire."