♔—It had been an extremely busy week in Arendelle. Being the time of harvest, the people were on edge. Since the eternal winter froze all of the crops, everyone was looking to Elsa. She didn't know how to magically make thousands of crops materialize out of nothing.
Currently, the queen sprinted down the hall back to her office, piled high with paperwork. She seated herself, put her head in her hands, and sighed. Why don't I get to have any fun? The queen felt jealousy towards her sister as she looked out the window. Anna, Kristoff, Olaf, and Sven were all having what looked like an epic snowball fight. And I will be having the longest night of my life. She leaned forward, beginning the signing, writing, and nonsense. She heard someone clear their throat and she looked up. Ice circled the underside of her desk.
Elsa's blue eyes rounded into wide orbs as she stared into a matching set. A regal, man stood before her. The hair on her neck stood on edge. With the same platinum hair, same blue eyes, and even the same bone structure. Shocked, Elsa stood up out of her chair. She slowly approached the familiar stranger and simply asked one question, "Who are you?"
