I decided to rewrite the first chapter, as well as the second-more or less, I combined them. This is personally much better than the seperate chapters and I hope you all enjoy it. I've fixed Elsa's OOC'ness and all that jazz. :)

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*Edit as of 11/25/2018

I wrote and completed this fanfiction over the course of nearly a year between the ages of 14 and 15. It's been nearly 5 years and I just wanted to let everyone who has ever favorited or reviewed this work know how much I appreciate it. I still consistently get favorites and even reviews on something I finished in early high school. I'm now in college and it still amazes me the dedication of readers when this fanfiction was still being released, and the praise I still get now from very kind individuals.

This was and is the most popular and longest fanfiction I have ever written. At the end, I do promise a sequel and I am apologizing here that it never came or never got finished (honestly, can't remember which at the moment). I'm not generally in the business of making unkept promises, but other things came up. I might possibly make a sequel or spin-off following the release of Frozen 2, who knows, but I'm not going to promise anything so I wouldn't advise getting too excited if you're one of the people that comes back to this fic periodically or a new reader.

In short, thank you to each and every one of you that's put the time into reading and commenting in the past and present and future. It means more than I can express; you made a 14-year-old girl feel special, and you remind a 19-year-old woman why she loves writing so much.

Hans only saw his reflection in the white marble floors of the palace he grew up in as he was led to the throne room. The guards on either side of him were people he knew, and he knew them well. They'd watched over him since he was a small child. Now, they led him to his doom. His deserved doom. He'd really screwed up this time. He would be punished to no end. He might be disowned, banished. He wouldn't blame them. He did kinda try to kill the queen and princess of Arendelle. They stopped at the doors. He didn't look up. He heard a slight creek as they opened and was thrust inside. Still he did not look up. He was a coward, manipulating the queen and princess like that. Might as well act like one. He heard steps. Muttering. Then more steps-heavy ones, ascending the stairs to the thrones. Then he saw a pair of sleek black dress shoes.

"Coward. Vile, pathetic, coward."

Hans gulped. The deep throaty baritone of his father had always scared him. He turned his head up to meet the deep blue eyes of the man who he called father. The aged king, who's face creased like an old leather-bound book, frowned, mostly grey hair that was once brown looking dull. "Pathetic." He repeated. Then, without any warning, he slapped Hans. He slapped him so hard the young prince nearly fell to the ground. Instead of this, though, he spun and landed in a bow-legged position, facing six of his brothers. As if practiced, they all rose one fist and pounded it into their other hand. Uh oh.

"Your brothers will tend to your punishment for now." King George growled. "Your mother and I will decide the rest later."

He looked at him and then glanced to his mother. She just looked sad, more than angry. Sad and dissapointed.

"Do you understand your failure, Hans?" King George said. Hans looked at him. He gulped, balling his sweaty palms. "Yes, sir."

She strummed the strings, drawing a delicious tune from the frozen instrument of her own creation. Alone in her room, the young queen played the frozen masterpiece with images of mountains and great pine trees carved into the holding of the strings. She sighed a bit, looking at her music and continuing. She used to spend all her time playing instruments-though, those ones were made of wood, not ice- and now she rarely had the time, what with signing papers and meetings and other such things. As she was strumming, a new sound intruded. It was a knock at the front door.

"Anna!" She called. "Be a dear and get the door."

"ON IT!" She yelled up. Elsa shook her head a bit and stopped strumming. She waved her hand down and the harp disappeared into her frosty floor. Since being able to practice with her powers and sharpening her abilities, she'd made her room a sort of winter wonderland. The walls and floor covered with a crunching frost, a few pieces of furniture crafted from ice and sometimes tinted a magenta or green-a unique little bit of her powers she'd recently mastered- and other such things. It was quite the sight. It also stayed cooler than the rest of the castle at all times-unless Anna, Kristoff, or someone else came in for more than a minute for whatever reason. Then Elsa would let the temperature rise.

"Hi...Anna...Her..."

Elsa stood at the catches of conversation, recognizing the voice of her boyfriend, John. She started walking toward the door, thinking of the rather dashing young messenger boy. He had round glasses and dark hair and eyes that always appealed to Elsa since she met him on one of the first day's she'd taken up her duties as queen nearly a year ago. Just as she exited her room she nearly ran into Anna. Anna blinked and stepped back.

"Heh, sorry sis."

Elsa waved it away and smiled. Anna had her hair down and brushed today. It shined in the light streaming inside from some newly installed windows and flipped up at the end, giving a appealing childish ease look to her. In her hands she held two different letters-one with Elsa's name on it, in John's lacy script, and the other adressed from the Southern Isles-though Elsa barely noticed this.

"Who's that from?" She questioned, gesturing to the letter. Anna nervously handed it to her. "It's, uh, from John."

Elsa looked at the letter before carefully opening it with her nail.

"He said to tell you he's sorry." Anna mumbled before covering her face. A feeling of unease jumped to Elsa's stomach as she opened the letter and began reading.

The tempature in the room began to drop.

"Elsa." Anna said hesitantly-warningly. Attempting to alert Elsa, who paid little attention as her breath became shallow and slow. Frost crept from her fingertips onto the paper, covering the contents.

"...Elsa?" Anna said again, almost squeakily, peeking through the holes of her fingers that covered her face. Elsa completely stopped breathing before taking a startling deep breath.

"John...John broke up with me..."

Anna sighed. She must have guessed that. "I'm sorry Elsa."

Elsa scowled and froze the letter before throwing it on the ground, shattering it. "He broke up with me with a letter!" Elsa was honestly more pissed off about this than being broken up with at all. It wasn't like they'd been together all that long-four months, nice run, but not worth tears. "Who even does that!"

Anna crossed her arms. "John."

"Good Lord!" Elsa threw her hands in the air and stalked off to her room, muttering a string of unpredicted and unladylike curses she surely hoped Anna's innocent ears didn't hear. She flopped down into her chair and huffed, glaring out the window. He wasn't worth tears, but frustration was a different story. Anna followed her with her bunny-like steps and entered her room, drawing a shawl she'd gotten in the habit of carrying with her-usually tied around her waist-since Elsa had made her room the way it was.

"Elsa? Hey, don't look so angry, he's not worth it."

"Anna. Letter. Let. Ter."

"Elsa. Stupid. Boy. Stu. Pid. Boy. He broke up with an awesome girl." She smiled.

"He also broke up with the queen."

"I thought you said you weren't going to bring your position into your relationships, Elsa?"

Elsa looked at her and then grumpily blew a few stray strands of hair out of her face. She had said that when she'd began dating John. It was far from custom-as was a single female ruler- but after seeing Anna with Kristoff, she knew love could come from anywhere. Now, she wasn't love crazy, but she was tired of being alone and wanted all her options open. "Yes." She only said and leaned back in her chair, making note to go and freeze John and his fraid-y cat butt to the docks. She breathed slowly and deeply and turned her head to Anna again. "What is that letter about?"

Anna blinked and handed it to her. "John said he doesn't know anything but that it's from the king."

Elsa nodded and took it, looking over the writing before opening the letter and reading it over, raising her eyebrow as she did so. Anna cocked her head to the side. "What is it about?"

Elsa breathed out frost. This was a way she often let out some form of emotion so that it didn't become destructive or something of the like. "It's a...request from the King of the Southern Isles. He wishes for us to take Hans on as a servant."

"What?! Why?!"

"Well-"

"You know what, I don't care. Send him back a letter saying no."

"Anna-"

Anna put her hands on her hips. "You're actually thinking about it?!"

Elsa breathed calmly. "Yes, Anna."

"You're crazy!"

"I believe we've gone over that on several occasions." She turned back to the letter. "I'm considering it by looking at the advantages."

"What advantages? Letting a psycho who tried to kill both of us into the castle so he may try again? I don't think so!" She snapped her head from side to side sassily, making Elsa have to hold back the urge to laugh.

"No, making this psycho's life terrible. Make him stay up in that tower, no regular work schedule, no pay, the like." She rapped her nails on her desk. "We could both boss him around and he couldn't do anything. And, if he tried, I could just turn him into an ice statue for the front court."

Anna paused, blinking, and then her lips twitched up into a smile that she tried to suppress. She gave in and grinned before putting back on a poker face. "I still think it is a bad idea."

"It couldn't hurt."

"Yes it could."

"Oh hush, Anna."

Anna shook her head, throwing her hands in the air and turning around. "You know what, you're stubborn. Do what you want, queenie-pants." And she left. Elsa sat, staring at a letter a moment before the sentence registered. Queenie-pants? Was she serious? Oh, well. Elsa propped the letter up on the wall her desk leaned against and took out a quill, ice inkpot, and paper. She dipped the quill in the rare cerulean ink and wrote, short and sweet.

Dear King George of the Southern Isles,

I agree to your request. Deliver him by June 1st and no later.

Signed,

Queen Elsa of Arendelle

She looked over it, satisfied, and then lifted the letter. She blew over it, enchanting the ink so it would glimmer like crystal when it was open and make the whole letter cool to the touch. She folded up the letter who's ink was already dried-or rather, frozen?- due to the enchantment and put it in an addressed envelope. She walked down to the front room and put it on a table with any other outgoing mail that would be delivered by one of the staff. She then returned to her room and leaned back in her chair. She stared at a painting on the wall-which was, ironically, a fresh summer scene. Let's see, June was a month away...

"This'll be interesting." She murmured, summoning her harp once more.