He could not help but watch her. His eyes followed her graceful moves, her actions done out of care and compassion for others. He knew she was not the white angel she always wanted to be.

There was never a time someone saw the worst of her and it was her goal to keep the ugly, cursed part of her secret away from any living-being's sight.

She hid her true self when in the company of the villagers, the royals, her friends. She tried as much to mold herself into her company's perfect person. However, she was never successful in lying and often stayed quiet and allowed the rumors around her shape her image, even if they were mean and insensitive.

Above all things, she had to hold her head high because of her title.

Her title of as Queen of Arendelle.

What more can she do?

No matter how weak, how powerless, how lonely she felt she could never show her weakness. Her tough façade had been blown, however, when he saw through her daily act.

He greeted her with a small smile on one of her village walks. He was formals with titles, but his polite attitude was far from it.

She immediately was wary of him. He moved with such carelessness and yet with such grace, but it was his mischievous green-ish blue eyes that caused her uneasiness.

He lightly grab her hand and placed a feather light kiss on it, his soft lips grazing her skin.

"My Queen," his soothing voice echoed in her ears. "I know what you're hiding," he taunted.

Immediately, she felt the cold fill her heart and the fear charging her power.

The hand he held froze and she gasped in fear and tried to run from her mistake, hoping she could hide her powers from the village already fearful from her, even if she could not hide her powers from him. Their hands were frozen together and she couldn't pull away. She glanced at him, horror in her eyes to see what a monster he would think of her, however he stood calmly as ever with humor in his eyes.

Pulling her closer to him, he wrapped his non-frozen hand around her waist and he whispered in her ear.

"I know who you are and what you can do." The ice started to crawl up his arm with her increasing fear of this close stranger and the showing of her power. "And I can help you stop it," he added, and, as if on cue, the ice started to recede down his arm and melt to the concrete ground of the open village's air.

She let out a breath she had been tensely holding, and felt the stress dial down. She no longer had to worry about the villagers noticing her failure to control her power.

She yanked her hand back and a smile played on his lips. She stepped away from him.

"How did you do that?" Disbelief held her eyes open wide with shock. "Who are you?"

He stepped closer towards her and once again enclosed the space between them. He looked down into her dark blue eyes; little strays of light blond hair that had fallen out of her bun blew freely in the wind.

She took a cautious step back again to recreate the barrier he walked through, glaring at him and he chuckled.

"Are you going to tell me your name or not?" He noticed her eyes were fierce and glistened with determination and were captivated by them. At last, he answered.

"My name is Loki, my dear queen, Prince Loki of Asgard."