The two brothers splayed out in the empty ballroom. The afternoon light peeked through the slits in the shutters of the tall windows. Tiny, glitter-like snowflakes drifted from the ceiling, dancing until they disappeared before hitting the ground below. The two laid quietly, not speaking a single word. They had been laying there for nearly forty-five minutes, simply soaking in each other's presence.

Emil shifted his head, turning to face the sharp profile of his older brother. He studied him for a moment, admiring the bits of snow decorating his hair.

"I think you should make an ice boat."

Lukas's eyebrows furrowed as he continued to stare up at the high ceiling.

"Why would I do that? That's a really stupid idea."

"No it isn't. If you're shipping fish or something, the entire thing would be cold so it would stay fresher longer."

"We have salt for that. Plus, the salt makes the fish taste better."

"Oh."

The Prince turned his head back, concentrating on the swirling motifs bordering the room. There was another moment of silence.

"Fine, what about an ice light house? The ice would make the light brighter, right?"

Lukas swiftly shot a glance at Emil.

"Do you want me to just give you a huge block of ice for you and your boyfriend to play with or something? Would that satisfy your sudden icy needs?"

The other scoffed, crossing his arms, "Says the one who built an entire castle out of ice."

The King puffed out his cheek and allowed a small flurry of snow to explode in Emil's face.

"Well sorry for experiencing a crazy moment of self-discovery and immense self-confidence."

The two smiled none the less.

It had been nearly three months since Lukas was crowned King of Arendelle, three months since he had finally uncovered the secret of controlling his powers…three months since he and Emil had reconstructed their now unbreakable bond.

Life had taken an incredible turn for the better since those heavy gates finally creaked open. Lukas now had a clear enough mind and spirit to begin to fill the large, royal shoes his father had left behind. Emil finally had the chance to break away from his lonely childhood, happily experiencing the world with his exotic, strangely ice-obsessed boyfriend Kaoru.

Everything was finally beginning to settle back down into its rightful place.

The docks had been bustling all day, even before the sun peeked over the horizon. Boats departed and docked, fishermen hauled their gear around as others loaded their catch onto wagons and into barrels. Merchants and shop keepers hollered out their products, waving them around as if to emphasize the quality of their goods. Every day seemed to be like this, no matter what the weather.

Arendelle's liveliness should never be underestimated.

Although busy, noisy and crowded, the dock workers never failed to make space for arriving boats. That included quite a massive ship that slowly made its way into the fjord.

"Oi! Looks like we have something more than a fisherman's boat comin' up! Start movin' them other boats further back into the fjord!"

A handful of people paused to watch the large ship glide its way into the docks. It was highly decorated, seeming to have been coated with a fresh new layer of paint. Parts of it were lined with what looked like gold, and a mermaid proudly jutted out from the hull. Some people murmured, recognizing the flag that bellowed against the sea wind from the top of the crow's nest. The usual buzz of the docks seemed to become quieter as the creaking ship halted.

"I didn't think I'd see that flag again…"

Men scurried on the deck as ropes were tossed overboard for the workers on the dock to anchor the boat down.

People watched as a large plank extended from the boat and slammed against the docks.

A young man, tall, fair and regal appeared atop the plank. His eyes were bright and blue as the sky, a natural-looking smirk comfortably pulled at his lips. His hair was wild and blonde, gently rustling against the breeze. He took a deep breath.

The heavy doors of the ballroom echoed as they croaked open. Lukas and Emil sat up to see one of the staff members poke their head into the mostly empty room.

"Your majesty…there's a guest in the Grand Hall asking to see you and Prince Emil."

Lukas frowned. He quickly stood up, the falling snow suddenly ceasing to exist. He brushed himself off, his expression suddenly morphing to become cool and completely collected. His posture straightened and his shoulders became stiff. He almost had the urge to check his hands for his gloves, but was relieved by the reminder that he truly had all control now.

Old habits seem to die hard.

"I haven't received any notifications about any visitors… Is it urgent?"

The maid shook her head unknowingly, her shoulders rising in the same kind of confusion.

The King gazed over at his shoulder at his brother, who in return offered a quizzical look. Lukas rolled his eyes.

"Alright, let's go greet them."

Lukas and Emil were escorted into the Grand Hall, double checking their appearance to seem as formal as possible on such short notice. Heavy doors were opened, and the two Arendelle royals were welcomed by a couple of guards and a single figure awaiting at the head of the room.

Lukas studied the man intently, who began to bow as they edged closer.

As Lukas walked, his extended tail coat seemed to glide over the floor, as if hovering over air. His footsteps were barely heard, his boots seeming to kiss the floor before lifting to take another step. His crystalized vest hugged his lean figure comfortably, glistening with the subtle movements of his gentle stride.

Lukas eyed him up and down for nearly the third time. He was utterly surprised and even a bit offended when he realized his guest was absolutely sopping wet, so wet in fact the fool was creating a small puddle of sea water in his Grand Hall!

"Min konge," the guest greeted, water dripping from his hair.

The guest in question wore a velvety red coat, his left breast decorated with medallions, ropes and pins. He was tall, fit and had a certain ruggedness to him; despite his regal outward appearance. He tucked his hands neatly behind his back as he straightened up from his formal, wet, deep bow.

The King felt a twinge of familiarity spark somewhere in the back of his memory when he met eyes with the utterly…displeasing…stranger. The guest had sharp features, a squared jaw, and a confident demeanor hovered over his head like a halo.

The guest didn't actually seem too bothered by his ungodly appearance. Emil made a noise of disgust as the stench of seaweed reached his nose.

The King waited a strained moment before hesitantly speaking.

"Velkommen til Arendelle," Lukas replied slowly, cautiously, "May I ask who you are, why you've come to my humble kingdom…and why in God's name are you standing in my Grand Hall soaked to the bone! You're getting my floor all wet! Haven't you any sense to change and present yourself like proper before you dare to even speak of greeting me?"

The guest inhaled sharply, his expression twisting a bit awkwardly. His cheeks bloomed bright red as he tried to fix his hair to seem even a little bit more presentable.

"Ah! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I'm sorry for arriving in such disarray… I kind of fell off your docks when I boarded off the boat… I didn't exactly have time to change," he coughed into his hand, a knot of mumbles and murmurs trailing out of his mouth.

Lukas stared at him harshly with utter disbelief before exasperating a sigh, "Get this fool a towel."

A multitude of towels were quickly delivered to the man, who gratefully took them and began to ruffle his hair. He spoke as he tried to dry his face and hands.

"Once again, my greatest apologies, your majesty…" he handed a towel back and bowed a second time.

"Now…I'm already an awful guest…but please hear me out as I introduce myself…it may not come as a welcome," the man warned.

Lukas's eyebrow raised suspiciously, if not a bit curiously as well.

"I am Prince Mathias of the Southern Isles, here to present the kingdom of Arendelle, and its King and Prince, lavish gifts and goods as a formal, sincere apology for the act of my younger brother," the guest announced.

Lukas and Emil blinked before flipping a gaze at each other. They turned back to the Prince who kept his head a bit lower out of respect.

Emil shook his head in disbelief before swerving around and flinging his hands in the air, "Why is there another one in our house! Why! I can't actually handle this."

Lukas suddenly put his hands up and leaned in a bit, his eyes squinting incredulity. He marched forward with swift impatience.

"Wait, wait, wait. You're saying the asshole who broke my little brother's heart, took advantage of my inability to control my powers and manipulate the situation so that I was perceived as a monster so that everyone would favor him, left Emil to die, tried to murder me to gain my throne is your younger brother!"

Lukas was now only inches away from Mathias's face as a speeding flurry of sleet had begun to funnel around the two. His breathing was rugged and sharp icicles began to protrude from the walls. Mathias stood rigid, his wet clothes beginning to stiffen as they froze to his skin. He swallowed as his eyes bounced around the now blizzard-like room, only to return to the fiery lavender eyes that stared straight into him.

Emil and the rest of the staff simply accepted the consequence of Lukas's now flared temper and merely was wary of any ice spikes that may make a sudden appearance next to their own person.

"Yes, that seems to be an accurate description of my brother," Mathias piped up warily.

Lukas huffed, "And you have the nerve to come all the way back to where he wreaked havoc to give us gifts we may not even want!"

A large spike crashed through one of the windows. The maid simply stepped aside from the falling glass.

"Bror, you're going to kill someone," Emil informed flatly.

Mathias tried to lift his hands in defense, careful not to touch this icy yet fiery King nor any of his terrifying magic. He swallowed thickly once again, trying to find his words that seemed to have been swallowed up by the howling wind that really shouldn't have ever been there in the first place.

"I brought some of the best imported chocolates from seven different countries?" he squeaked.

Lukas and Emil's ears perked at that. Suddenly, the snow froze exactly where it was, Lukas's raged expression cooling in an instant. He blinked a couple of times. The large spears of ice suddenly withdrew themselves, disintegrating into little ice crystals that fluttered away. The staff was already cleaning up the broken glass of the window.

"Oh."

Mathias sighed in utter relief as his clothes began to thaw. Lukas silently withdrew, his wrist flicking a few motions here and there to rid the rest of the room of any ice that may be hiding in the corners.

He straightened himself a bit, clearing his throat. His cheeks were dusted a light pink.

"Well then. Um…let's go to the docks to see what kind of…gifts…you have brought to Arendelle."

Lukas swiftly turned around, his stride just as graceful as it had been when he walked into the room.

Mathias had to take a second, letting his nerves calm down before even thinking of following the King to the docks. His brother was seriously insane if he had even thought it was a good idea to mess with such a powerful person…

Crates and barrels, bags and boxes were all hauled off of Mathias's large ship. Everything from food to furniture was loaded off of that boat. Citizens received many of the goods, which warmed Lukas's heart to see them so happy. Women and tailors were elated to pick from a variety of fine silk and satin, while children waited eagerly in line to get new toys. Sizable portions of food were distributed throughout the streets of Arendelle, and most of the people walked away with even a little something from that ship.

Lukas awed at the large quantity of things that were being given for free.

"Prince Mathias…this is incredible," the King marveled.

"It's the least I could do for the trouble my awful little brother had caused," he sighed, rubbing his temples, "when he came home and the rest of us were informed of what he had tried to do, I felt obligated to try to make it up to you. I have spent the last three months collecting and buying and gathering all sorts of things that might even begin to compensate for what he did."

Lukas watched as Mathias continued to massage the sides of his head. He didn't reply immediately.

"I still can't believe he'd do something so…ruthless…" blue eyes opened, glancing at Lukas, a surge of sympathy and regret flooding them to the brim, "I really am truly sorry from the bottom of my heart, King Lukas. If you could forgive the image of the Southern Isles…the rest of us aren't like that, I can promise you. My eldest brother leads a good country."

The King began to nod, looking back out to the sea. He took a deep, long breath. He let the memories of those few days and the image of that awful prince project itself in his head. He quietly soaked in his own thoughts and the words of his Southern Isle visitor.

"There's nothing to ask forgiveness for. You nor your country did anything wrong. It was simply the deed of a greedy man."

"There's thirteen of us, it's sad to say there was bound to be a bad egg."

Another pause ensued. Mathias met eyes with Lukas once more.

"Tell me, Mathias…what happened to your brother after he left?"

"When he got back home?" Mathias scoffed, "Well…let's just say he had quite the interrogation from us older brothers. Anyway, it was decided amongst us that he was no fit to sit on any throne. So we revoked his legal label as a royal member of the monarchy to prevent him from marrying into any other kind of monarchy away from home. Now he is seen no more than a regular citizen. We would have arrested him but he didn't do anything wrong in our country, so we had to improvise."

The King seemed more than satisfied with that answer, his eyebrows arched in amusement.

"Well thank you for taking care of the matter," Lukas quipped.

The Prince kept his eye on the King this time, simply admiring him. He was sure he had never seen someone so naturally pale before. It gave Lukas a ghostly beauty Mathias couldn't help but fawn over. The King was a bit shorter than him, and had a thin frame. His fingers were long and his eyes were mystically misted over. His hair was fine and looked as soft as a feather. A crossed hair pin made of glistening ice was nestled in the strands of his wavy hair.

Mathias studied his face next, realizing how long Lukas's eye lashes actually were. Had his cheeks always been just slightly rosier than the rest of his complexion? His lips were a shade pinker than the rest of his skin, as well, thin and in a straight line.

The Prince flushed red as he briefly played with the thought of kissing those lips. Those beautiful lips were moving though now, and Mathias maybe thought Lukas was talking. But he couldn't quite hear what he was saying.

He was snapped out of his daze when the King smacked his shoulder.

"Listen to me, oaf."

"I'm sorry, what?"

"How long are you staying here?"

"I'm sorry?"

"Oh my god— How long. Are you. Staying. In. Arendelle?" Lukas emphasized each word tactfully, the syllables clicking off of his tongue.

The ladder suddenly realized what was being asked.

"Oh! Oh. Um…the plan was to depart as soon as all the gifts were received," Mathias explained honestly, "So perhaps no more than a day?"

The shorter of the two waited a second before responding. He folded his hands in front of himself politely.

"…Well…it would be rude as a host to not invite you to stay for a bit… Especially since you have offered my people such astounding gifts… And Emil and I really appreciate the chocolate. … Why don't you stay a few days? We can show you around Arendelle…"

Lukas's volume had decreased as he spoke on, lifting his hand to tuck some stray hair back behind his ear. He avoided eye contact with this new Prince.

Mathias's face nearly split in half as a grin stretched across it. He laughed boisterously and nodded eagerly.

"Are you kidding? You've got to be kidding me! I'd love that! Thank you so much! I can't believe I just got invited to stay a few nights in Arendelle! What a treat!"

Lukas tsked.

"Shut up, idiot. You talk too much."

Mathias laughed again.

"Well maybe this will hush me up for a minute."

The Prince pulled out a small bag of chocolate from his coat pocket. He dug inside and plucked out a tiny square truffle and popped it into his mouth. He dug into the bag again and handed a piece to Lukas.

Lukas barely smiled as he accepted it and quietly ate the chocolate, humming as it melted into his mouth.

No wonder Emil had been so drawn to that damn Prince when they first met. Something about these Southern Isle Princes were alluringly charming…

WOW. I didn't mean for this to be so long hahaha! Since I had a request on AO3 to write part of my Frozenetalia AU, I decided to make it a small multichapter fic.

There's probably going to be about two more chapters after this. So around three chapters in total. I really hope you guys like this because I am actually addicted to Frozentalia okay. Like it's bad. I keep doodling Elsa!Norway in my notes in school and...yeah let's not talk about it. Until the next chapter!

Reviews and favs are extraordinarily appreciated!