Hello everyone! I know, I know, Frozen again. This is a bespoke story, so there's why. This chapter is innocent, at least as far as sexy stories go. See the bottom of the chapter for more information.

HOWEVER, part of this story WILL be graphic. That chapter will be clearly marked and it will be rated M. The entire story is rated accordingly.

BE SURE TO READ THE BOTTOM NOTE BEFORE GOING TO THE NEXT CHAPTER.

A lot had changed since Elsa returned from her self-imposed exile. For one, Arendelle's economy had been flourishing since the queen started monetizing her unlimited supply of pure, crystal-clear ice she could generate in even the hottest kingdoms. Things had changed on the home front as well. Lately, dozens upon dozens of suitors had been showing up at the castle, seeking a chance to win the heart of the beautiful queen they'd demonized just months ago.

But there were some very important secrets that still hadn't been revealed. For one, the reason Elsa had powers and Anna didn't was that Anna was adopted, the daughter of a distant but dear relative of Queen Iduna's whose kingdom had been in upheaval. Foreseeing the bloody revolution that would kill both king and queen, her mother concealed the pregnancy and passed the infant to the welcoming arms of the queen of Arendelle. While that secret, if loosed, would cause great hubbub, it had nothing on the sisters' final secret.

Anna and Elsa loved each other as dearly as any sisters ever had. And over the last few months, their love had changed, developing into something as romantic as it was selfless. Obviously, that was something that would remain hidden forever. It often amused Elsa when she reflected that her suitors would never have guessed the final reason for her rejections.

Despite this history of repeated, flat refusals, princes and royals kept appearing, one after another, each hoping they would be the one to melt the queen's icy heart. None stopped to think that perhaps the queen didn't need someone to melt her heart, or that her heart wasn't frozen at all. None of them had considered that the queen was not rejecting out of disapproval, but simple lack of need.

In the case of Prince Sheisskopf, it was perhaps because of Elsa's history that he came. In his forty-nine years of life, there had never been anything he wanted that he did not get. Riches, exploits, honors, accolades… And women, of course. Many women, often at the same time. When he heard tell of a queen who hadn't yet picked a man to own her, he wasted no time coming to stake his claim.

"My queen," the prince said, bowing grandly and taking her pale hand in his. "It was worth every moment of my journey for just this glimpse of you."

"I'm sure the pleasure is mine," Elsa said, already knowing all she needed to know. She'd seen the prince's retinue, shivering in insufficient clothing. She'd seen the stableboy coaxing a heaving, half-lame horse, blood flecking its nose from the prince's punishing pace. She'd noticed how Prince Sheisskopf was so charmingly proper with her, but hadn't even acknowledged Anna, her beloved sister and current heir apparent.

"Your tragic days of pining in loneliness are over," Prince Sheisskopf said. "Be my wife, and I will shower you with both affection and gifts while I rule your kingdom faithfully."

"Might we perhaps have dinner first?" Elsa said dryly. "I might learn my husband's first name."

Prince Sheisskopf was livid at this insolence, but he kept his tongue for once. Elsa spent the next few days moving around the castle in an attempt to avoid the ever-persistent prince, who regaled her with an unceasing stream of boasts, compliments, ignored demands, and confident assurances that he was the correct choice. All the while, she held back the increasingly impatient Anna, who was about to show him some Arendelle hospitality.

Prince Sheisskopf sighed as he reclined after an evening tea. The servants and retinue had been sent home for the night, leaving only him, the queen, and Anna. The prince shifted his boot-clad feet up onto the silk couch, crossing his arms behind his head.

"It will be just like this when we're married," he said. "But you'll be next to me, massaging my sore feet. And if you decide to do something else while you're down there…"

"Enough!" Anna screamed, jumping to her feet. She dropped the teacup she was holding, and it clattered onto the table.

"Such decorum from a princess," Prince Sheisskopf sneered, not moving his boots from the couch.

"No more," Anna said. Ignoring Elsa's look of almost resigned disapproval, she went on. "I challenge you to a duel."

Prince Sheisskopf burst into laughter. "You? A flighty, brainless princess? Elsa, you really should keep your sister in line."

"The sun and stars could not keep Anna in line," Elsa said. "But really, Anna, what is this nonsense about a duel?"

"According to article XX, section IV of the constitution of Arendelle, duels are legal under strictly prescribed conditions. First, they must not be to the death. Penalties will be agreed upon by the duelist. Secondly, the challenging duelist must be royalty- a king, queen, princess or prince. Third, the duel must be fought for the hand of a willing man or maiden," Anna said, as though she'd practiced it a dozen times.

"You're going to fight for the hand of your sister?" Prince Sheisskopf said with a smirk.

"It's no business of yours what I do with your hand. It suffices that her hand isn't yours," Anna said.

"You sound as though you've planned this out," Elsa said wonderingly.

For once, Anna had. She'd spent weeks combing through dusty tomes of Arendelle legislation, looking for a way to end the charade once and for all. She'd found it nearly a month ago, and until this moment had been biding her time. As each suitor came, she observed them and ran calculations. Though Anna was prone to optimism and stubbornness, she admitted that this once, there was no room for arrogance or risk-taking. She had one chance at this, and she wasn't going to ruin it all by overestimating herself. She'd been training for months, honing both muscle and skill so she could be Elsa's protector and knight as well as her lover, but she'd learned that adaptation and acknowledging your own weaknesses was the majority of the battle. No matter how she trained, she had to compensate for the simple physical advantage of a male suitor.

That was where Prince Sheisskopf came in. He was older than most of Elsa's suitors. Far older than the majority of them. She'd noted his graying hair, and the wrinkles around his eyes, and the just faintly spiderwebbing veins in his hands. He was odious, overbearing, insufferable, and revolting. But more than that, he was beatable.

"And is the fair queen ready to finally be my wife?" Prince Sheisskopf asked, not even looking at Elsa.

"You know it can't be that easy," Elsa said to Anna softly.

"The laws also state that courtship by duel precludes any laws about eligible matches," Anna said, though she knew laws and bylaws weren't enough. It was only a hope, and Anna had always been good at clinging to that.

"If you lose, you will leave us immediately?" Elsa asked Prince Sheisskopf.

He snorted. "I won't lose," he said.

"Then the terms are agreed upon?" Elsa pressed.

"Sure," Prince Sheisskopf said.

"Then I permit the duel," Elsa said, and Anna relished the simple trust evidenced by Elsa's utter lack of misgivings. "May the best woman win."

This story has a unique format. There will be two more chapters, each of them an alternate ending. There will be a "bad" ending and a "good" ending. Readers are free to pick which they prefer. This way the story can include certain dark themes without being depressing.

The next chapter will be the BAD ending. If you DON'T want the bad ending, ignore chapter two and proceed directly to chapter three. I'm putting the good ending last because that's the one I prefer.

The bad ending will be smut. I'm just warning you now, THE NEXT CHAPTER IS SMUT. There will be a detailed content list before the chapter. I'm not listing it here because that way people who want the innocent story can go right to that chapter and not even have to read about the stuff going down in the smutty part. Basically, read chapter 1 then chapter 3 if you want the PG version. Read chapter 1 then chapter 2 if you want the R version.