Frozen♥Heart (Ember89 & BlackRoseWitch)


After a few minutes, Elsa finally controlled her laughter as she tried to breath normally again as a few giggles escaped from the Snow Queen. Allan smiled brightly, upon hearing the two and seeing Elsa trying to stop giggling from time to time...


And attempt to regain her composure and breath again, her sides were hurting painfully from all that wild laughter.


"Thats true, they are truely enchanting..."


Allan said as Elsa nodded a little, clearly not tired anymore while speaking up quietly.


"The balcony is a perfect view for a sunrise and sunset..."


Elsa added as Allan chuckled, upon hearing this since he already knew it was very true.




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Anna smiled as her sister said that. She thought Elsa and Allan could watch the sun rise and set on the balcony. That just left her with Kristoff and Sven and Hans.


"Yeah I bet it's really amazing." She said. She didn't trust Hans. She never would.


Olaf smiled. "Well the balcony does have a great view. You guys should go on the balcony to see the sunset tonight." He told Allan and Elsa.
 

Almost instantly, Elsa started to blush deeply as she heard Olaf say it out loud. However, she covered her blushing face with her hands and quickly walked outside. It wasn't Olaf's fault, nor anyone else. She was just embarrassed since she was blushing like crazy. Allan couldn't help but laugh, due to seeing a glimpse of her blushing. It was truely rare for the Snow Queen, since she never felt this way towards anyone else. She felt so alive and, ironically, burning inside. Of course, that sounded like a bad thing since she is the Snow Queen after all. However, before they arrived, she had felt a fuzzy feeling with Hans as he eased her mind before. . .


"That is a lovely idea, Olaf..."


The blonde haired male said with a smile, his crystal blue eyes had a spark of life to them. Hans, wordlessly, looked around after he snapped out of his thoughts once more.

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Anna went outside. "Elsa are you okay?" She asked her sister.


Olaf frowned. "Did I say something wrong?" He wondered out loud.
 

"I-its nothing... I'm okay..."


It was the truth, Elsa was okay but also very embarrassed and maybe a little bit shy after Olaf's suggestion with Allan. She was still covering her extremely blushing face, standing near the ice bridge.


Speaking of Allan, the so called 'servant' shook his head with a smile. Mentally, it made Hans disgusted that Elsa's frozen heart was slowing melting due to the servant male. No, that wasn't it... He had Elsa wrapped around his finger before the others came, including Allan. Allan was about to answer Olaf, intill he went quiet as Hans spoke up. His disgust was only shown in the inside, not the outside. He was an impressive actor, as well as a Puppet Master.


"Of course not... Elsa is just, erm, embarrassed maybe. I'm not quite sure how ladies like Elsa act, or ladies in general. Just a lucky guess perhaps."

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"If it helps I'm pretty sure that Allan likes you." Anna said. She hoped her sister would calm down.


"Yeah I'm sure I said something wrong." Olaf said.
 

"Eeep...!"


Elsa lowered her hands slightly as she make a small and nervous sound quietly, instantly using her hands as a shield for her tomato-red face. She was perfectly fine and not upset, just very embarrassed or nervous. And trying to process the fact that Allan likes her.


You did say something wrong, idiotic snowman... Are you purposely trying to ruin everything despite knowing nothing at all? Oh well, I won't just lose to some snow who loves summer so foolishly...


Hans thought harshly as he mentally scowled, it was his turn to be silent as Allan spoke up with a carefree smile that made the Prince mentally clench his fists. Despite not knowing of the planning yet, it was as if Allan was mocking Hans on purpose. However, Hans just knew he will have the last laugh in the end. On the outside as Allan spoke, Hans faked a expression of thoughtfulness and understanding.


"Trust me, Olaf, you didn't say anything wrong... It was actually helpful of you and, also, kind."




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"Do you want to go back inside?" Anna asked her sister. She knew Anna liked Allan. So why is Hans staying in the castle?


"Oh well that's great!" Olaf said, smiling.
 

Elsa thought for a moment, trying to calm down and stop blushing. Quietly, she nodded her head and slowly walked back inside while lowering her hands back down once more. Allan glanced towards Elsa, his smile still remaining.


"Welcome back,you two..."


Hans mentally shot a glare at Allan, the so called servant was messing too much with the main plan. However, that was starting to be a good thing since Hans had an idea.


"If you all will excuse me... I need to go, I'm a little bit troubled with some family issues."


With a perfectly believable frown, Hans started to walk away as Elsa looked a bit concerned before she spoke.


"Thank you, Allan."

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"Thank you Allan." Anna smiled while mentally screaming that Hans was a liar. What was Hans up to? Part of her wanted to follow and find out but she also wanted to spend time with Elsa. But she also wanted Elsa to be alone with Allan for a bit. It's not like Hans would harm her if she accidentally overheard him should he say anything. Would he? She then left with Olaf to spy on Hans. He was a nobleman so she doubted he would do anything.


Olaf was curious as to why they followed Hans but knew better than to talk right now.
 

Elsa was about to say something as her little sister and Olaf left...


Intill she realized she was alone with Allan, despite the fact that Kristoff and Sven were on the floor and still asleep. She quickly shut her mouth, biting her bottom lip out of a nervous habit. Old habits are hard to get rid of, clearly. Allan, naturally, was quiet since they weren't exactly alone due to the sleeping two on the floor. But, yet again, they are kinda alone.


"You cannot control them fully, can you? Do they drive on your emotions, Elsa?"


The Snow Queen was surprised to hear Allan ask such questions so suddenly, clearly caught off guard. He carefully walked closer to her and took her hand, his own hand was warm. Elsa mentally told herself to calm down and not freak out... Of course, the freaking out would be a good one due to being so nervous around the Royal Knight. She also surprised herself when she shot a question right back, avoiding his own questions for now, as he lead her to the balcony.


"Why must you hide behind a lie, pretending to be a servant?"


An amused smirk painted across his face as they reached the empty balcony, it was still very sunny out. The double doors closed ever so slowly as he whispered close to Elsa as she felt he face, mentally, heat up into a burning blush. The wind was gentle from time to time as the snow fell down from the heavens. . .


"Do you wish to really know, Queen Elsa of Arendelle?"











With a sigh, Hans walked into a deeper part of the castle. The deeper he went, the far colder it got. With his hands behind his back and gloved, the Prince was starting to think more of all of the Kingdoms across the sea. As well as other Kingdoms surrounding Arendelle.


"There isn't much nobles from across the sea at the Crowning Party. Not all of them made it due to storms, or so my other brother told me before we even came here..."


He mumbled out loud, trying to find a flaw in Allan's little lie about being a servant of some sorts. Or at least twist it around by using the truth, but that was risky for now since he didn't figure out anything yet. He knew it was bad enough for Elsa getting to know Allan more. . .


However, Hans did see that look of concern flash across Elsa's face when he made a tiny excuse to leave by saying family issues. After all, Elsa does have some family issues clearly after the death of the former Queen and King. In other words, their Mother and Father.

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Anna followed quietly and from a distance. She was suprised at how cold it was getting. She wasn't suprised Allan had even showed. Clearly he hadn't been expecting to see Allan.


Olaf remained quiet as he helped Anna walk across the icy floor.
 

"Yet, that sword looked familiar..."


Hans mumbled in deep thought, his face showing a look of being puzzled as he continued to walk deeper before stopping.


"It doesn't belong to Arendelle... Or Southern Isles, either."


Suddenly, he looked over his shoulder. Was he starting to hear things? Or was his mind playing tricks on him?

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Anna didn't dare to breathe as she stayed hidden with Olaf. Why did Hans seem interested in Allan's sword. It was just a sword. Wasn't it? Anna frowned.
 

Hans only shrugged his shoulder, dismissing the faint noise he heard a few seconds ago as his mind playing tricks on him. Looking away, the Prince from Southern Isles started to walk again quietly and slowly.


"It must have been made with rare material... But how can a servant get such materials?"

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Anna rolled her eyes. You could get a fine sword from a blacksmith or being a knight. Obviously Hans was clueless. And whatever he was planning, she would put a stop to it.
 

Shockingly, Hans had a point. After all, Allan made the sword and did find his own materials for it despite being a Royal Knight. Yet, there was some type of spell and or enchantment over it. Speaking of the enchantment, that was what brought Hans more curious about the sword. . .


More importantly, Allan Blaze Ravenclaw. Of course, the only person who knew of Allan's powers was Elsa herself. So, it was only natural that Hans didn't know whats so ever. On a side note, he wasn't exactly clueless that much. After all, if he was clueless, Elsa would have never trusted him so easily with his act.


"Oh well... He, nor his sword, doesn't matter right now anymore for now."

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Anna didn't know what Hans was planning but she did know it was not good. She had to tell Elsa and Allan what she had overheard. She and Olaf went back leaving Hans alone.
 
The two, Elsa and Allan, were still on the balcony silently. On the first floor of the castle, Sven was starting to wake up slowly... And found that he was shockingly a pillow for Kristoff! He made an odd grumbling sound slightly.

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Anna and Olaf hurried to the balcony. "We have a problem. Hans is curious as to what Allan's sword is made of and he's wondering how Allan even got it. Hans is up to no good!" Anna said.


"It's true!" Olaf said.
 
Allan moved away from Elsa, who was staring at the view, and glanced towards the closed doors upon hearing Anna and Olaf's voice. Sven, attempting to get up and move, looked completely confused and still sleepy.

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Anna sighed. She doubted that Allan or Elsa heard them. "Hans is up to no good!" She yelled, not caring if Hans heard her.


Olaf wondered when they would come inside.
 

Luckily, for Anna and Olaf, Hans didn't hear anything since he was so deep inside the castle. However, quickly but gently, Allan guided a confused Elsa inside. Allan didn't seem so surprised by hearing what Anna yelled, but Elsa was slightly confused and in disbelief. It wasn't the fact that Elsa didn't trust Anna, she did trust and love her sister, but...


After Hans came to the castle, before they did, and said such words to her... How can she process such a thing as Hans himself being up to no good? Sure, he was a noble... But, Elsa was also a noble. Not all nobles were trusted, nor untrusted.


"Go on please, Princess Anna..."


Elsa remained silent as she heard Allan spoke quietly.

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"Hans said the sword looked familiar but he hasn't seen one like it in Arendelle or the Southern Isles." Anna said.
 

Allan raised a brow slightly at Anna as Elsa was still silent, trying to think this over and claim that there was some mistake.


"Is that all, Princess Anna? Just my sword?"


Once again, Allan spoke up as he looked towards his sheathed sword quietly. shaped blade. The sword itself is wrapped in silk cloth the color of dried blood. This handle is just big enough for Allan to wrap one hand around and is held horizontally. A small metal crescent extends from this handle, forming a guard of sorts around his hand, with small spike extending an inch or so past the handle itself. Extending through this crescent from either end of the handle is a metal bar which attaches the handle to the blade proper: A huge crescent of black steel with a silver edge running all the way along it’s circumference. The blade is a mirror of the guard, so it too extends a few inches past the bar that connects it all together. From time to time, one could see a flash of burning crimson as it hung around his belt thanks to his dark maroon sheath.

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