"Mother… do I have to?" Elsa pleaded as her mother packed her luggage.

"Elsa, we need to have this merger. Otherwise, there will be an all-out war on our hands. Besides, I heard that prince Hans is very handsome."

"Mother, I don't care about looks. I care about-"

"Love does not exist in politics, dear. You're getting married. And it will be a beautiful celebration. There will be peace in the southern isles, and I will finally be able to have grandchildren."

"Don't I have a say in any of this?" Elsa looked at her mother, her eyes welling up with tears

"No dear. Unfortunately, you do not." Elsa's mother said blankly as she turned her back and slammed the door to Elsa's room

Elsa flung her bag off her bed; her dresses flying all over the neat, picked-up room. She held up her hands and shot ice crystals at the roof. The shots made a gaping hole in the roof, letting the sunlight pour out between the clouds of dust from the fallen brick.

"NYAH!" she exclaimed, as she tore apart her room brick by brick, the ice crystals leaving every corner in webs of ice.

The guards barged into her room, cuffing her hands behind her back in circular entrapments that covered both her hands.

The next morning, Elsa was awaken by her father in what her parents called "the safe place" where she would not be able to use her ice powers, no matter how hard she tried.

"Elsa. The boat is here. Your new life awaits."

Elsa's father was always kind and compassionate towards Elsa, always making sure she was safe from her own powers. He treated her like a human, which is something Elsa deeply appreciated. Everyone else in the kingdom mocked her and her powers, calling her a monster and throwing tiny blocks of ice or hot coals at her when she made her daily trips down to the kingdom.

"Oh daddy," Elsa flung herself onto her father, sobbing into his chest

"What am I going to do?"

"Oh sweetheart, there nothing we can do."

…

"You're kidding, right? I'm not going to marry a girl I just met." Hans protested as the seamstress fit his wedding suit

His brothers were all gathered around him, each one holding a drink in his hand.

"Relax, baby brother. I heard the queen has a rather…cool demeanor." Ralph chuckled loudly, hitting Robert in the shoulder

"Yes…I believe she has an ice personality." Robert retorted, snorting along with ralph.

"Will both of you just SHUT IT." Louis, the oldest, shouted loudly. Both brothers remained quiet and looked up to Hans.

"He will be a husband in the morning. And a king. Show some respect. Why can't you all be happy for our little brother?" Louis stood tall; the realization of not being king tormented him

"Louis, you hypocritical turd, you told me yesterday that the little twerp didn't deserve the thrown!" Christopher screamed

Hans rolled his eyes and looked at himself in the mirror; the pang on anxiety hitting him in the chest.

"I'm going to be king." He muttered under his breath while his brothers rambled on

….

After an excruciating couple of days aboard the ship, Elsa safely made it to the southern isles alone. The only companions she had were the crew and captain.

As she disembarked the ship, she can see a crowd of people gathered in the pier and courtyard. She waved diplomatically, her gloves covering her hands.

"PRINCESS ELSA OF ARENDELLE." A loud voice was heard among the frantic screaming of villagers

A coach approached at the front of the ship, a young man exiting the carriage awaited for Elsa.

"Hans?" she questioned as he got into the coach.

"No, I wish." The coachman chuckled and sat in front of her the whole trip, her bags piled on his lap, covering his face

"I'm sorry, when will I meet the prince?"

"At the altar." He said with a hint of disdain in his voice.

Elsa blew a piece of hair out of her forehead. She couldn't even meet him before the wedding.

The carriage rammed through piles of villagers; most of them yelling "MONSTER" or "WITCH"

"Good to see you're getting in touch with your fans." The coachman chuckled lightly, not wanting to insult the princess

Elsa scoffed and giggled, the first time she's smiled in weeks.

"what's your name?" she questioned, looking over the piles of baggage to the coachmans face.

"Bjorgman. Eh Kristoff Bjorgman." He muttered nervously

Elsa smiled at his innocence and looked out the window, fanning herself.

"Is It always this hot?" she protested

"You are in the southern isles in the summer, ma'm. Can't expect anything less." He replied

Elsa giggled again and blew out a long dragging sigh

"What did my parents get me into?" she said mostly to herself

"If it helps, princess…Hans isn't that bad. Just wait to you meet the brothers…"

…

Hans waited in the altar, his thumbs twiddling as he waited for his bride-to-be.

Louis gave Hans a pat on the shoulder and whispered in his ear

"You'll make a great king."

The wedding march began to play as everyone in the chapel stood up, a figure in white covered in a veil walking down the aisle. It wasn't until she approached the altar that Hans removed her veil with a shaky hand.

Her face was revealed to Hans and all the brothers; Robert whistled lowly, but enough for Elsa to hear.

"You're…beautiful." Hans said, his eyebrows furrowing.

"You're not so bad yourself. I didn't think you'd have red hair." She said in a whisper

"I didn't think you'd be this sarcastic." He whispered back

"You'll grow into it." She smiled at him weakly

They both approached the altar hand in hand. Each one saying exactly what was needed to be said.

"Will you, Prince Hans of the southern isles, take princess Elsa of Arendelle as your wife and queen?"

There was a long pause followed by a blank "yes."

The priest didn't ask Elsa if she'd take Hans. No one asked. None of this was her doing. And now she was stuck with a random prince as her husband, father of her future children, and lover. Everything around her began to crumble as Hans leaned in for a kiss. She stood still, her hands shaking in frost-filled gloves. The kiss was quick and impersonal. They both walked out of the chapel hand in hand on their way to the ballroom.

"I'm willing to try that kiss later sometime." Hans chuckled lightly, not looking down at his queen.

"If you think we're going to consummate on the first day we met, then you are as dumb as most people have told me." Elsa straightened her back

"I did not mention sex once in that sentence. I'm trying to make this as painless as possible." Hans raised his voice, letting go of Elsa's hand

"It's too late for that, my king." She muttered

Hans turned her body towards his, making her look him in the eye

"Hate me all you want, princess. You're stuck with me. Either bear with it, or deal with a blood-thirsty war. Your choice."

Elsa chuckled, making Hans even angrier; He thrust her against the wall, pinning her down with his hands on her shoulders

"What's so funny?"

"You say choice like you mean it."