Chapter 1: I Get Engaged to my Clone

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Elsa's POV

I stared at myself in the mirror. Two fellow princesses filed into the room to pick out my dress. Astrid and Kiara were total opposites, but I was counting on Astrid to restrain Kiara. Their kingdoms had less class and in order to bring more to them, the princesses were raised at our court, the Court of Arendelle. Our maids rushed around the room. One snapped my head away from the scene, cursing at me in Latin to straighten up. My face was coated with liquids and powders, all of which I wiped away the second they looked behind themselves.

"How was your trip to the outlands, Kiara?" I asked politely, trying to distract myself. A squeal came from behind me. "My apologies, I forgot it was secret."

"My father would kill me and then declare on your father," she giggled. "How are neither of you curious?" I told her the teachings I had been told from day one.

"Curiosity is not the job of a queen. Queens are to relieve the king of stress and think only of her country." Truthfully, I worried too much to be curious. Anna had already ventured there and back, explaining how poor that land was. If the land had been of any use, we would have already conquered it.

"Astrid how was your day?" I asked. She spat and smirked. Astrid, no matter how much we tried, would never be graceful. I saw no problem from that. He country was one that did not care for grace. The Vikings would be nothing without their bluntness.

"Stop distracting yourself," Astrid pounded me on the back. Her ax poked me sharply. "I told you. Say one word and I'll get you out of this jest." In Berk they saw marriage as an unimportant thing. All that mattered was how good you were at fighting. Even I knew better than that, but to go so far as have a competition for my hand angered me.

I had been told at a young age. "Elsa, do not harm yourself. It is your duty to bring an alliance between you and a country some day." "Elsa, sit up straight. Husbands do not want a woman with bad posture." My posture was always perfect. "Elsa, do not touch a sword. Ladies have more grace than to wield such a thing."

It was all good and well, but I couldn't force myself to look forward to the competition. "This is the price a princess must pay to her country. Instead of leading it, I will bring it power." It was my duty. I did not have to be happy about it. My mother told me the three men weren't very reasonable or understanding, that it would be safe if I acted happy. She forgot one thing: I couldn't act.

Kiara moved aside a maid – rudely, might I add – and rubbed my shoulders. "I looked at the three men. One is extremely hot. His hair is too pale for my taste. It's like your hair." I smiled slightly, unsure if that was a compliment or not.

"I know one of them knows his ways in the bedroom," Astrid shrugged. My face heated up. I had just only turned seventeen. Only seventeen-year-old women were officially allowed to know what had to occur to make a child. Thanks to Astrid the shameless and Kiara the curious, I knew by the age of fifteen.

They exited the room in order to find good seating. I envied them. Berk's leader didn't have a daughter so they sent Astrid on the hunches that she would marry her lifelong best friend Hiccup. Astrid had spent her childhood going back and forth from there and here in order to keep the friendship up until one day Hiccup could make a move. Astrid still had a choice and could refuse him if she wanted to, but at least she knew the guy and loved him in one way.

Kiara's father, Simba, didn't have any plans for her. She could do as she liked. They were fine on their own and didn't rely on marriages for alliances. One day she would lead their 'pride.' It felt like every kingdom had a different term for their land.

The maids finished putting on my robe and I looked again at my appearance. We fashioned our clothing like the Romans did. Togas were positively the prettiest things as long as they weren't extravagant. Mine was a pale icy blue. I had blue flowers in my hair to match. My hair was in a bun, but I undid it to form a braid. I stared myself down in the mirror and spoke encouraging words.

"This is an honor. People envy princess's jobs. It is not love because love is impractical." I was told that women didn't have a voice, but my mother was an exception. Father had his eye on her and made sure he won her hand. They fell in love and ruled as one, with Mother having the upper hand actually. You'd think for that reason that they would teach us to be independent, but they only taught Anna that. As long as we chose the three suitors of wealthy kingdoms, she could marry out of love. That was all I wanted, therefore I had to make this work.

Once the man won the challenge, if he refused me in the two weeks before the marriage then my reputation would downgrade. No prince with a wealthy kingdom would want to marry me then, so Anna would be the one to marry into wealth. My parents had enough faith in me to not train Anna as hard as I was trained. I promised them from the day she was born that she wouldn't have to endure it.

"Lucinda, Bonnie, Mary," I addressed each maid as we walked away from my chamber. "I apologize for the rude behavior my companions showed to you."

"Princess Elsa, you have nothing to apologize for. You are royalty." We had stopped walking by now, holding up the procession line behind us.

"That gives us no excuse. We are equals," I took Lucinda's hand. Men barked from behind us.

Three knights of a different kingdom walked up to us. "My lady, are they bothering you?"

"No."

"Guards," they called.

"They are my maids and I say there is not a problem here. I stopped them." I said boldly. They ignored me like I wasn't even standing here. The guards grabbed ahold of the maids and tried to drag them away. "Hey! I order you to stop!"

"They are holding us up," the knights said. I yelled loud enough for everyone to hear. These men had no right. Even if I wasn't their princess, I had more power over them, but they didn't seem to care. They held me back and I watched in horror as they almost turned the corner. Then, a tip of a sword swung around, edging them back.

"If she said there is no problem, there is no problem." I had never seen the man a day in my life. His blonde hair was as white as snow, with eyes the color of my dress. My mouth dropped – not because of his obvious beauty – but his features were all qualities I held in the feminine form. He and I both had snow-white hair, bright blue eyes, long faces, skinny compositions, and white, white teeth. I watched in awe as the men backed off, releasing the maids. He walked to me with a smirk and my gratitude threatened to disappear. "Princess Elsa, why did you stop them?"

I curled my lip back. "To apologize." I prepared myself to hear what everyone told me when I apologized to the 'help.' They said they should thank me, always. His eyes licked up my body, but I did not shy away however uncomfortable this moment was. I did not even know his name.

"Hmm," was his only response. He walked away with a smug smile that got under my nails. I never learned his name and I never wanted to.

"Again, ladies, I am so-," I tried to say as they got to my side, fixing my dress ruffles.

"Sorry?" Mary laughed quietly. "Let's not risk more apologizing."

We hurried down the hallway. Anna met us for the last part. She asked about the holdup, but I didn't anything. Gossip was a bad trait. For the first time in her life, she did not smile. "What is wrong, Anna?" Her downcast eyes shot upward, darting from side to side along with her head. "I do not wish to leave you on a sour note." Tears welled in her doe eyes. "You know I must do this, sister."

"You know it's wrong," she pouted, crossing her arms over her chest. "People do not marry for – for resources. It's wrong, Elsa. I will not stand for it!" I chuckled softly, not showing my teeth.

"What is your plan, young flower?" I didn't mean to put a teasing tone into my voice – as is rude of a queen to do – but with Anna I knew she didn't mind my real personality.

"I'll shoot for your hand," she snapped her fingers, looking at me expectantly. I laughed as we rounded the last corner, forgetting of our setting. Everyone in the arena saw us then. My face fell. They saw me laughing! They saw my true colors and opinions, a dangerous thing to do for a royal. With a stern glare, I walked to the stage. Four chairs – the two on the ends being the smaller – sat waiting for us.

My father stood proudly, hushing the crowd. "Ladies and gentlemen, we come together today to celebrate an engagement. My eldest daughter – Princess Elsa of Arendelle – will marry Prince Peter of Pan, Prince Sebastian of Oceana, or Prince Jack of Guardia." Three princes walked forward, their men in groups behind them. My breath stopped short seeing the third one. Jack of Guardia was the very man who checked me out so rudely in the hall chambers! His eyes followed me again and I made sure to flip him off.

Sebastian was a red-faced man who was as short as my breasts. He looked stubby and I saw no possibility he could ever out shoot the other two. Peter had straight, light brown hair that looked like a child – no he looked like a child. He had not a muscle on his body, even less than Jack. Jack was lean and fit while neither of the other two was. My lungs tightened. Fear enclosed on me. If he won I debated on killing myself two weeks after the wedding.

Sure enough, the first arrow hit the white ring. The second arrow hit the ground below it. Then the third arrow whooshed by and, with a plunk, struck into the red center ring the size of a coin. I groaned out lout, not lady-like enough to hide it. My frustration snapped, but I pulled tighter on my gloves and pushed it down. "Conceal, don't feel," I muttered.

I spent that entire night arguing with my parents and Jack. "We met prior to the competition. It's against the rules. We must call it off." That was my argument. It was not strong, but it was my only reason that was aside from my emotions. My father had a large smile on his face and looked between Jack and I.

"Jack Frost, correct?" Jack Frost nodded. "Are you a Ship's fan?"

"No, Your Majesty," Jack shook his head. "Cow-herder's all the way." Mother and I looked to each other. We did not intervene on the lives of men and their bets of teams. My father cracked up and toasted his glass to Jack's.

"I see great potential in you, son," Father clamped onto his shoulder. Jack smiled ruefully towards me, as if he already won. "How are you in the bedchamber?"

"Nicholas!" Mother gasped, her hands went to her heart. A maid rushed forward to cover my ears, for which I shook off and decided not to apologize. "Elsa has just learned of this news as of two days ago."

Jack's smug smile dropped at the mention of that. I blushed and looked away, which probably helped the innocent act. Truth be told, I was embarrassed I prematurely knew about those parts of marriages. "Nonsense. She must get used to it by tomorrow night anyhow." My heart dropped from my chest. I thought I was about to faint, seeing black spots. I had totally forgotten the newest rule of engagements. To ensure we don't go making any better alliances with another country to up the suitor, on the first night of engagement they take away their fiancée's virginity. Not a single prince would take an unclean woman, no matter the dowry. "Do not tell me you are inexperienced? It may be the job for the wife to keep the man happy," I couldn't look near Jack, but I heard him clear his throat at that, "but it also goes the other way around. If you cannot bring my daughter the greatest of pleasure, then I do not wish you for her."

As if the other two would have more instincts than Jack.

I couldn't believe I nearly said that. Jack finally spoke. "I'm not sure if this should be discussed in front of my future wife."

"Spit it out, lad," Father was a man few people refused.

"Yes," Jack sighed loudly, without any embarrassment at all. My father raised an eyebrow, asking for proof. "The rumor that I sent a lady to the infirmary after…multiple occurrences is true." You know…I could easily see that as horribly frightening in bed! I squealed, swaying back and forth. The maids brought me a chair.

"Are you going to sentence me to that, Father?" I whimpered at the thought of it. I wasn't scared. That was the thing. I wasn't lightheaded because I was scared. It was another reason, one I couldn't put my name on. My father, who was still laughing his ass off, finally cooled down. Mother, blushing, was sneaking away as quietly as possible.

"The deed is done, my darling. You know the consequences if you cannot fulfill this position, darling. Do you wish that -,"

"No!" I jumped to my feet and managed to look both men in the eyes. "No, I will marry Jack Frost of Guardia." My father's wrinkle lines disappeared. "Only if I can bring my fellow princesses." Father frowned again.

"I doubt they want to take in some lower royals." I opened my mouth to beg, but Jack Frost beat me to it.

"We would be happy to have them. After all, if they are needed we are only on the other side of the outlands. I'm sure if there is an emergency the outlanders wouldn't mind you crossing through," Jack spoke up. "If that is what Elsa wants." I nodded snootily. His blue eyes pierced my cheek but I couldn't look to him.

Father debated shortly. "Yes, but Anna stays here until the wedding." I sighed but understood. "You won't take that dangerous route tomorrow, correct?"

"No. We will take the all day travel on the outside borders."

With that, we were sent to our separate bedchambers, as if we would jump each other one night early. Before I could escape his licking eyes, he grabbed my elbow. A cold sensation spread from his fingertips. I enjoyed the feeling for the briefest second before I started to loathe it. He had no right to handle me that way…yet, I supposed. "What, Your Majesty?"

Jack frowned, looking down on me. He was such a tall man while I was so short. My head reached his shoulders barely. "Call me Jack." I glared. "Elsa, I want to apologize about earlier, about my bedchamber activity."

I straightened my posture, not showing the insult I felt from that comment. "It does not matter. Men have a right to sex before marriage." I didn't believe it. It was what I was told. I never had been inclined to have sex myself before, but they stressed not to ever undress in front of a man before engagement harshly, and I believed them to the point that I refused to kiss one man. I simply felt that Jack would be nasty.

Jack frowned. "For royal women it is stressed." He pointed out a fact I knew clearly, but I didn't see his point. "Do not be intimidated, princess. I will be gentle for your first time. I don't want to harm you." He had that annoying smirk on, like he owned me.

"You do not have to," I snapped. "I can handle anything."

Jack Frost smiled widely and mischievously, enough to make my insides burst with worry. "Then be prepared for a hell of a night, princess." I jumped into my door, surprised at his comment.

"That is no way to speak to a lady. I do not appreciate your tone," I fumbled for the door, spooking only slightly.

"Why? You will be my wife, correct?"

"Yes, but Jack, you do not speak to your wife especially in that way."

Jack chuckled. "You have a lot to learn, Elsa."

I hated learning. I knew everything I needed to know. I knew my duties and my responsibilities along with my rights. What else would I need to be taught?

A/N: What do you all think? I'm really enjoying this story so far. It's easy but has some drama to it. There will be the couple parings as the people you've seen in here. I want to update weekly but normally I tend to cave if people give me about five or six reviews. I have a good feeling about this story. Also, the chapters may get a little bit longer. Jelsa XOXO!

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