I probably should NOT be doing this... I've already got too many stories that I have to keep up with... OH, BUT I CAN'T RESIST! So, you have been forewarned. I probably won't get to update very regularly (not that I do for any of my other stories...).

I just saw Frozen yesterday. I got home and thought, Oh my gosh, FANFICTION! I could write one now!

So, I did.

Frozen belongs to Disney!

Chapter 1

Being Crown Princess of Arendelle wasn't all it was cracked up to be. The pressure everyone put on her was overwhelming. Everyone expected so much of her, and she was always terrified she wouldn't measure up.

She was cursed, after all. And only eighteen.*

"Princess?" someone called softly from the other side of her locked door. She sighed.

"Yes?"

"Your tutors have arrived. I was just checking that you were... ready?"

"Yes. I'll be down in a moment." She heard the servant leave, and continued staring at herself in the mirror. You don't deserve this. You almost killed your sister, and they still want you to rule someday. How can you control a country, when you can't even control something that's a part of you?

She took a deep breathe, tried to calm her raging mind, and left her room. Conceal it, don't feel it.

She was walking gracefully down the stairs when a footman burst into entryway below her. Her butler scurried in to greet him, seeming a little miffed that the footman hadn't waited for the door to be opened, and began talking with him in hushed tones. "Mr. Moen, what is it?"

Her butler spun around, startled by her voice. "Oh! Your Majesty, forgive me; I did not realize you were on the stairs."

She reached the bottom and waited for an explanation of the footman's presence. He cleared his throat.

"Your Majesty, your presence is required at the palace."

She blinked. Her parents hadn't allowed her to leave this secluded chateau since...

"Of course. Mr. Moen, how soon can my carriage be prepared?"

"Um... as soon as... the horses can be prepared, my lady."

"Very well, then. I will ring for Mrs. Moen, and have a trunk prepared."

She turned, and entered the parlor where her tutors waited. "I regret to inform you that I will not be able to have lessons today. I am traveling to the palace at the request of my parents and wish to arrive as soon as possible. I apologize that your trip up here was wasted time."

Her etiquette tutor looked pleased at how well she had handled the situation. The other tutors... not so much. One of them spoke up, completely out of the blue, considering his character; he was on the quiet and shy side. "But... they're on vacation. Why would they call you to the palace when they aren't even there? ... Your Majesty."

Elsa frowned and brought a gloved hand to her chin. "All the more reason to get there as soon as possible, then, wouldn't you say?"

Anna tore around a corner, barely avoiding a collision with a market stall. She caught up her dull brown skirt in one hand and pushed her pigtail braids back behind her shoulders with the other. Most of the people moved out of her way, recognizing the girl dressed like a peasant to be their princess. "Eriksen, when I get my hands on you...!" she shouted.

"You'll what?" came the call from the young man in front of her. "Drag me back to the palace and have the guards throw me out again?"

She shook her head, to clear away the memories his comment had brought back. She'd had him literally thrown out of the palace so many times... She continued her chase, happy that her parents were on a vacation and she was free from the few rules they had for her. They didn't expect anything from her, as her older sister was the one who would inherit the throne. Anna had always been the forgettable younger daughter.

She was having trouble keeping his light brown head in sight. Finally she caught sight of him standing against a market stall, no doubt preparing to double back when she ran past, or jump out and scare her witless. I've got you this time, Jon.

She slowed and walked up to the stall, grabbed hold of his sleeve form around the corner, and yanked him around to see... that it wasn't him.

"Oh my gosh! Sir, I am so sorry, I thought you were someone else... Though, now that I'm actually paying attention, you look a lot better than my friend..." She trailed off at the weird look he was giving her. "I just said that out loud, didn't I?"

"Yes, actually," came a voice from behind her.

She spun around, saw Jon, and immediately punched him in the shoulder. "Where the heck did you go?"

"Doesn't matter. Now, what's this about someone being better-looking than me?"

She and Jon continued talking—and arguing—as they began walking back to the palace. They had been friends for a long time... Almost as long as she could remember. Before him, she'd been great friends with a girl she assumed was her older sister. She couldn't remember that time very well, and hadn't seen Crown Princess Elsa since... before she met Jon.

Eventually, she and Jon arrived back to her home, and they immediately went up stairs to her room, to continue their conversation until had to head back to his own home.

It wasn't until long after Jon had left that she remembered the handsome stranger and the way he had stared at her.

So, this is kind of short for me... My idea for this is that Anna is a lot like she was in the movie, but without feeling lonely, because she isn't kept inside the palace all the time.

By the way, Jon Eriksen is an OC (who isn't replacing anyone, and probably won't appear that much after the first few chapters...), and this happens three years before the events of the movie.