Hey so this is my first fanfiction- Please just be gentle on me? Honestly I loved Frozen when it first came out and I read a lot of fanfictions on the film. I lost my love for the film a while back but with Frozen 2 on the horizon- I thought, "Well PD why not make a contribution to the first film with this lovely piece of shit?"

As you can see, this is M rated but more on violence and language then sexual interaction. I'll be honest, never made out with anyone much less had sex. So kissing and all that will be rather tame? Unless I can find someone who can capture the moment that is getting lost in sucking someone's face.

ANYWAYS- hope y'all enjoy the story, hope y'all love the suspense that I hope to hang you all by.

Disclaimer before I continue, I do not, I REPEAT, I do not own any of the characters or settings found in Frozen. I own my OCs and the kingdoms you've never heard of before within Disney culture.

Docks, Arendelle

A ship, small compared to the others at the docks, rocked itself to the land and a creak echoed from the wood of the hull which only caused onlookers to wince and only more people to pay attention to the rickety, moulding boat. It was in a disgusting state, the wood breaking apart from one another and the sails looked burnt. Another loud creak escaped the ship and with startling realisation, those at the dock witnessed the ship practically collapse into itself. A gasp left the crowd that had surrounded the wooden wreak and they all took a step back.

"LOOK OUT BELOW!"

A voice shouted from above, many heads snapping up to see who could have said that but all they saw was a shadow as it looked like someone had jumped from the crow's nest of the small ship. This shadow landed, rolling as it did, and bounced back up. The crowd took in the shadow, coming to attention that it was in fact a man, who had just jumped from the crumbling wreak.

The man turned immediately to see his boat sink into the waters below and yelped, "NO! Oh come now, you can survive cannons, storms and fire but being docked is what makes you sink? Really?!" His voice was in hysterics as he shouted, a loud bang echoed from the clouds above as if they agreed with the male. The crowd flinched and eyes flickered up to the sky but there didn't seem to be a storm circling over head of the fine kingdom of Arendelle.

The man pouted, as if he had expected the ship to respond with something witty but all he received were bubbles from the sea. A sigh escaped his lips and the sailor pulled off a hat from his head. It was a typical pirate hat but it didn't have any markings that would indicate to a pirate, instead it was worn down and teared in certain places. Light brown, shaggy hair escaped the confinements of the hat and the man ran a hand through his hair as his hat was pressed to his chest and his head bowed.

A moment of silence slipped over the docks as the man mourned his ship before everyone started to stumble away as the man spun from where his home was now buried. The male slapped the hat back onto his head and stretched his arms above him, his head bent down to the ground, just as a distant thudding sound echoed from in front of him. The sailor raised his head to see a reindeer storm towards him. His eyes widened as he felt his world go upside down as the reindeer sent him flying into the sky.

The male felt his hat slip from his head just as he landed on the ground with a grunt. The world was spinning as he slowly stood up and a shiver run up his spine as a cold piece of metal pressed itself against his back. His body tensed up as his eyes zeroed on where his hat laid. Underneath a boot. His teeth grounded together, another clap of thunder rang throughout the sky.

"Who are you?"

The voice was clearly male from the deep, strong vocals but the sailor didn't speak a word. The guards shifted on their feet as their captain dug his sword's tip into the back of the man. His lips pulled back in a silent snarl.

"I said, who are you? Answer me, pirate."

The sailor's anger only increased with the guard's words but his eyes didn't move away from where his hat laid and dark clouds started to swirl above as if reacting to the male's rage. The guards in front of him appeared to be nervous as the sky screamed down at them. Nothing happened for a split second before the male reacted, his body twisted and his hand slammed into the Captain's forearm before his hands gripped him and slung him over his shoulder. The Captain, in shock, loosened his grip on the hilt of his sword which was ripped out of his hand by the sailor and as his back landed on the ground, the male put his foot on the Captain's chest and his own sword to his neck.

"Never, ever, call me a pirate again, you bastard!"

His voice was snarling as he stared down the guard under his foot, however it wasn't long before the sailor was suddenly pushed off of the Captain but he never felt anyone touch him. It was like a gust of wind had picked up and the bitter cold had rammed into his body. A low grunt escaped his throat as his head slammed against the ground once again and a mumble passed his lips as he felt darkness overcome him.

"That's...my hat..."

The last thing he saw was a blue dress walk in his direction before his eyes rolled into the back of his head.

Currently Unknown, Arendelle

A groan escaped his lips as he slowly woke up, his eyes fluttered open to stare at the dusty ceiling. He had an horrific headache and another groan left him as he lightly touched the back of his head. His eyes briefly flickered to the cuffs around his wrists but his mind hadn't caught up with everything as he felt his head. A hiss echoed around the cell and his hands fell limp to his sides. The cuffs jingled with the movement as his brain caught up with where he was currently.

"Fuck..."

His throat felt raw, probably from being in this death-inducing cell, but the sailor just wanted to know how he got into said cell. He grunted as he sat up, pushing his back against the wall. Why couldn't he just remember how he got there? He couldn't answer that silent question. His nose wiggled as dust floated in the air in front of him just as his cell door swung open.

"I see you're awake."

The moment those words left the guard's mouth, memories of what had happened flashed in his mind and thunder echoed outside as he felt the familiar rage rise in his chest. The guard felt nervous as sea-green eyes stared him down.

"Y-You are...You a-are...g-g-going to-"

"Where's my hat?"

The guard stopped speaking as the sailor spoke and the young swordsman shivered at how cold his words sounded. The guard went to speak but the man chained up shot forward, the chains kept him from attacking but the guard flinched anyways.

"I said, where the fuck is my hat?!"

His voice echoed throughout the cell, maybe throughout wherever he was being held.

The guard tried to speak but the sailor wouldn't let him as he kept tugging at his chains, his eyes practically screamed rage as he stared the young guard down. He needed his hat. He needed his fucking hat. He could feel his muscles being pulled by the cuffs that were attached to him currently but all he could think about was his hat and how it wasn't with him. The thunder was louder, the pitter patter of rain smacked against the ground seemed to echo into his cell.

"If you calm down, sir, then your property will be returned to you."

At the sound of a soft voice, the sailor calmed down ever so slightly and his eyes focused on the woman that was behind the young guard that tried hard to appear unaffected by the way that the male had acted. The woman had a regal aura that surrounded her very being and he felt his breathe hitch as his eyes scanned her body. His mind instantly linked her to the woman who he had seen just before he had passed out. Blue dress. The sailor blinked as his eyes flickered up to her face, taking in the soft features but mostly her eyes. Those ice blue eyes that he could just sink in.

His heart fluttered in his chest.

"All I ask, is your name?"

Her voice had gotten softer, he was sure of it. Of course, his moment of weakness for the beautiful woman in front of him disappeared in an instant as his mind registered her question and he felt like growling like some wild animal in a cage. The storm, which had calmed ever so slightly, came back with a vengeance. The sailor stared the blonde down, her icey blue eyes remained stoic, much like ice, while his sea-green eyes danced with rage, much like a storm. They stared one another down until the male broke eye contact first, his heart hammered roughly against his ribs.

"My name?"

The sailor's head bent downwards, staring at the floor with a defeated demeanour. It was clear that this woman was in charge by the aura and the way the guard shifted his body as if to protect her. This was clearly the Queen and he couldn't deny such royalty now could he?

He breathed out lowly, his eyes closed. The male hadn't spoken his name in so long, he almost feared that he had forgotten it but the name was in the back of his mind, waiting to be remembered.

"It's Beckham, your highness."

The End - for now at least ;)

- PD