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King's Version "The rings!" Gerda yells down the hall. "Where are the rings? The ceremony starts in less than an hour! We can't have the Queen of Arendelle being married without a ring! The other nations would never let it go!" Kai firmly places his hands on the handmaid's shoulders and gives her a much-needed shake. "Calm down, woman!" "But--But the rings--" "Are with the ring bearer. Now, take a deep breath and go check on the queen and princess. They could probably use your help getting ready. Princess Anna is hardly the most organised person in the world and I'm sure Queen Elsa will be nervous." Relaxing, Gerda nods. "You're right. I'll

In the matter of a few seconds, your world comes crashing down around you. You force yourself onto your feet, despite the pain you feel all over from being tossed around the tower like a ragdoll. The agony in your heart -- whether because the ice that supports it is starting to thaw, or because you've just lost the most indescribably beautiful, kind, intelligent, talented, uniquely perfect person in existence -- is unbearable. It's confirmation that she really is gone, that soon you'll be joining her. Good. You refuse to live without her. Olaf and Marshmallow, though. What about them? They love Elsa, too, but they're her babies. You can't jus

"Well, gentlemen, here we are," you announce to Marshmallow and Olaf. "Corona." The smaller snowman's eyes widen with wonder. "Whoa. It's so pretty. I love it." The larger snowman nods in agreement. "Pretty." "Come on," you say to them. "Rapunzel and Eugene are waiting for us at the palace." That evening, exhausted and hungry after travelling, you and the snowmen are welcomed by the royal family of Corona. At dinner you tell the four of them the situation with Mother Dunkel and her link to Gothel, the woman who kidnapped Rapunzel and locked her in a tower for eighteen years. "Oh, my," gasps the Queen of Corona, hands over her heart. "So, the

"I'm going after her," you say, rising to your feet once Gerda has finished bandaging your burnt, blistered hands. "Please, at least allow your injuries to heal first," the woman insists. "Almost the entire kingdom is out searching for Queen Elsa. There's really no rush for you to--" "And I'm extremely grateful, Gerda, but she's my fiancee. I've got to do something. I need to be out there." You go to stand beside Anna, who's looking out the window of yours and Elsa's bedroom, holding a sleeping Lukas close to her. Kristoff has left to warn the trolls of the situation, to see if they have any suggestions. "Be careful," says your hopefully stil

"Long live the prince!" the citizens chant. "Long live Prince Lukas of Arendelle!" Overwhelmed by the joyful furore, Lukas cuddles into Elsa for protection. "It's okay," she whispers. "They're just excited to see you. These are your people." She then notices something strange. Lukas's fingertips are producing ice. Before Elsa can say anything to you, Anna and Kristoff, a deafening bang sounds from the centre of the courtyard, which results in a blinding cloud of black smoke engulfing everything within a short distance. Panicking, the citizens start to evacuate the area. "What's going on?" you cough, rushing to the queen's side so you can shie

"He has Kristoff's nose," you say. "Oh, but there's no denying this is Anna's chin," Elsa responds. "Who do you think he resembles most?" you ask, wrapping your arms around her waist from behind and resting your chin on her shoulder. "Hmm. It seems to me that he's a perfect combination of both," she answers, turning her head so she can kiss you on the cheek. "But only being a month old, it's difficult to tell this early." Nuzzling her neck, you kiss it, inhaling her sweet scent. "Agreed." From the comfort of his cot, the blonde-haired, blue-eyed prince looks up at you and his aunt, cooing happily. He's a fidgety little guy. Full of energy jus

At first, Elsa's kiss is soft and tender, her warmth spreading through her lips and into yours. You don't feel so cold anymore as your hands intertwine with hers. The kiss grows more passionate, resulting in an odd, almost-pleasant heat emanating from your heart and working its way around the rest of your body. Elsa has to pull away. Your lips are so hot they're practically burning. "What is it?" you ask, confused. "Are you alright?" She stares at you in shock, making you nervous. "Your hair," she utters. "It--It's reverting back to its original colour!" Wide eyed, you rush over to the frozen lake to look at your reflection. She's right! "Els

Sobering up and rearranging her braid back into a bun, Elsa smiles at you, her engagement ring sparkling proudly on her finger. You wrap your arms around the queen's waist from behind, admiring her every feature, every curve, every blonde lock and pale freckle. "I wish you realised how beautiful you are, Elsa," you say, brushing your lips along the nape of her neck. "My perfect snowflake." She finishes styling her hair and then turns around in your arms to face you. "Snowflake?" she giggles, raising an eyebrow. "It sounded better in my head," you respond, blushing. "Too cheesy?" "Not at all," she says, kissing you. "It's sweet. Just like my p

"Well, what do you think? Do you like it?" Scanning the queen up and down, your pulse quickens and suddenly you're feeling very warm. "Whoa, Elsa," you say, blushing. "You look different. It's a good different. I mean, I love your ice dresses, but this purple one really suits you." She smiles and folds her hands in front of her, her radiant, natural elegance making the ball gown appear even more lovely. Unable to resist, you slowly stand from your seat and place both hands on her waist, just above the curve of her hips. Those hips... She stifles a giggle at how your pupils are dilating as your eyes trace over her figure. You smile and plant m

Another minute. Another white hair. It's the day after Elsa froze your heart and already you're feeling significantly weaker. Back at the girls' house, Kai and Gerda are attempting to recreate a formula Mr. and Mrs. Andersen concocted when Anna and Elsa were children. Apparently it'll slow down the freezing process. Nevertheless, even if they do succeed, you'll most likely be dead within a month. At school you notice the Andersen sisters are avoiding each other. Anna is still processing the fact that her twin is an ice-powered mutant. Elsa is still processing the fact that she told her. Today you're supposed to be going back to their house af