The Dragon Master and the Frost Queen: A Frozen-HTTYD Crossover

She nearly slammed the door after she let herself out. It just kind of… happened that way. She didn't mean to… She just had to extract herself from the situation. She leaned with her back against he door, looking at the ceiling.

"Gods, what is WRONG with me?" She thought she was speaking to herself, but, -apparently not. Both guards turned towards her, worried looks on their faces. One of them spoke.

"Your Highness? Are you alright?" Yes! I'm FINE!… just Fine! Just go back to the palace while I throw myself in the Fjord, Thank You! She was a grown woman, not a teenaged schoolgirl! AND a queen no less!

"Yes, I'm fine, thank you. Let us return to the palace." She hoped they didn't catch the slight waver in her voice. She took a deep breath to calm herself, and put her "queen face" on. She clasped her hands in front of her, and allowed the guards to lead her out of the shop, and onto the street.

It was late evening. The sun had just set, but there was plenty of its' light still left. The nightwatches were out lighting the streetlamps. Elsa and her escort made their way through the streets in silence. Most of Arendelles' people were indoors, getting ready to settle in for the night.

Elsa ran through the events in the forge in her mind. Who was this, this, Hiccup!, anyway? He was obviously a foreigner, what with his clothing and all. Just a young man, working in a forge. Yet, when they first locked eyes, she felt… warm?, comfortable? As if she'd known him… forever? That was just silly, they'd only just met. She wasn't exactly sure what she felt. It was both exilarating, and frightening at the same time. Not knowing was concerning at the least.

Upon their first, and also, the second collision, he had the reflexes and state of mind to wrap his arms around her, even shielding her head from what would certainly have been a knockout blow. He moved so fast! Moved without thinking, reacting! As if he'd had combat training? She thought of the times she'd watched her soldiers, and especially the knights duel and spar with each other during training, and in competition between their different units. Some of those soldiers were blindingly fast! Some of the duels were over in mere seconds!

She thought of after the second collision, when he had performed a textbook bow, then gently kissed her hand. He knew all the proper courtesies, and how to address a direct superior. Like he had been doing it all his life. And he spoke like a person used to talking to royalty. There was also a tone of command, like he was used to giving orders, and having himself heard. And, didn't he call himself Hiccup Haddock the Third ? A commoners' name doesn't come with any sort of title. Those are usually only given to nobility. NOT just a young man working in a forge… but still…

Her hand was tingling with electricity when he held her hand to help her up. And when he kissed it, fire shot up her arm, straight to her spine. He had to notice her shiver, he'd HAD to. Gods! Anna would've teased her mercilessly had she been in the room. He didn't seem to notice, or chose not to press his advantage. Maybe he did notice the effect he was having on her, at the end, looking at her with those luscious, mischevous, green eyes. A small smirk on his face… smug, telling her it would be "his pleasure"… ughnnn ! Her insides completely switched positions, top to bottom, and side to side, all at once.

… And why? Oh why did she offer to 'personally' give him a tour of the palace in the first place? She was mentally slapping herself now. ' Bad Elsa! BAD! ' The words came out of their own accord. She wished they hadn't, but they did. Now she was honor-bound to give a tour of her palace to a complete stranger. In truth, not all of her objected. Some small part of her brain was becoming more vocal the more she thought of it. She should just let it happen, see where it took her. But she was a queen, it wasn't just about her . It was about her people, her country, also her rule. She couldn't just give in to her girlish whims.

All these thoughts were swirling around in her head like a storm. She looked up, having her gaze fixed on the ground before her, lost in her thoughts. Thankfully she was still following the guards. They had almost reached the palace gates. She also noticed it… was… snowing? ' GOOD GRIEF! ' she muttered to herself. The turmoil inside her was causing her to release her powers without her willing it. Both guards gave worried, sidelong glances. She took a deep breath, calming herself. Perhaps she would ask… discreetly… about this… Hiccup. See what the local rumor mill had to say about the young man. Maybe even have some words with Master Bregemann the blacksmith. Yes, she would see what other people thought about him. And if she were to take him on her tour, they could talk then as well. She would gather more information, before deciding on her next course of action.

They reached the palace gates, and after passing through, Elsa felt herself relax a little. Both from being safe at home, and from the decision she'd made. She dismissed the guards, thanking them for their service.

"I will speak to the Captain about an extra day off for you both!" she told them, to which they bowed lower, and thanked her profusely. She made it to the castle proper, and realizing the hour, made her way straight to the kitchens for something to eat. She'd hoped Anna wouldn't be too worried, or suspicious. That would require a lot of… explaining… and that wouldn't be pretty.

What would she tell her, if she asked? Finishing her meal, she made her way to the upper part of the castle to her bedroom. After a quick bath, she put on her nightgown, and crawled into bed. Sleep didn't come right away, she started quickly going over the "events" of the evening once more. She giggled to herself, realizing the hilarity of it all, the other part of her brain taking over for the moment. She sighed and closed her eyes. Her last thoughts were of green eyes, the smell of the forge, and of leather, the wind, and the sea…

Wow,- just wow! He couldn't believe it. He'd had one of the most embassasing, and yet fantastic moments of his life! All within a few minutes of each other. He didn't know if he should be happy, or horrified.

She had snuck in on him. He was expecting to be all alone for the rest of the night. He really shouldn't become so focused while he was working. He'd been told that many times, by several people. She should have announced her presence, but then, unless she released a whole flock of Terrible Terrors, he probably wouldn't have noticed. He was surprised, - OK, VERY surprised, when he first caught a glimpse of her, but then…

At first he thought he was looking at a ghost. Blue eyes, light colored hair, same height. She almost looked like… her. But almost at the same time, he knew it wasn't. There was something different about her. He couldn't exactly say what it was, but it was there. He then had to do one of the most stupidest things, drop the hammer… and on his good foot too! It really hurt. Then, he had to do the second most stupidest thing, try and cradle his foot while standing on the prosthetic! Yeah… that almost never works out… At least he was able to shield her from the floors' impact, and he didn't fall completely on top of her.

' Gods, I'm such a clumsy idiot!' he murmered to himself. His friends back home would never let him hear then end of this one. And Toothless? He could imagine the dragon rolling on the ground, belly-up, laughing his scales off. He had hoped she didn't think him an oaf. She was apologetic.

But having her in his arms, even for that smallest of times felt… right? He could assume that it was because it had been a long three years since he'd had a woman that close. That didn't explain the slight twinge in his heart, or the warmth he felt flooding his body. There was something there, deeper… He grabbed his journal from off of a worktable, and just started sketching. In times like these, his journal would help gather his thoughs. His thinking would guide the motions of his hand. Especially with a new idea, or difficult problem. He didn't even know sometimes what he was drawing until he stopped…

After he'd helped her up, he had a moment where he felt like he was struck. he couldn't move, or speak. All he could do was drink her in… They were both standing before he realised, and holding her hand too. She was just so lovely, it was not just what he could see on the outside. He could feel also, that she was beautiful on the inside as well. But, that… was just crazy! he'd only just met her…

Then she went and had her own little "moment" when she'd crashed into him. At least he didn't have the monopoly on awkward clumsiness this day. He felt bad for her, but he couldn't help but chuckle to himself. Maybe they were evenly matched in this department. His head was aching more so now. Maybe he'd not landed as hard as he thought, -or maybe he had.

Maybe it was because when he looked up at her, his brain immediately switched off… Her eyes were so, so… BLUE . Like the purest pools of water he'd seen on the rivers of ice in the mountains farther north of Berk. Like the spring they camped beside when he and Toothless traveled to the eastern capital some years ago. Her hair, Gods! he'd never saw hair that color before! He wanted to reach out and touch it, but that would've made a bad situation even worse. He could only imagine the look on his face while he tried to explain to Toothless how he got thrown into a dungeon. He would never live it down. Her face was nearly angelic, pale skin, with a dusting of freckles across the tops of her cheeks. Long eyelashes, thin, pink lips.

He really had to stop. He closed his journal and laid it back on the workbench. It was starting to get late, and he still had to clean up the forge before he left. He also needed to get some fish for Toothless before he left town. He started putting tools away, and gathering the pieces of gear he'd fixed. There was more work to be done, but not tonight. After he cleaned the tables, he picked up the nails that Elsa had spilled. He chuckled to himself again.

If it was me, I would have brought down half the forge! He thought. He didn't want to laugh at her, but seeing the look of shock on her face, and blushing, it was really hard not to. It was also kind of… cute.

He REALLY had to stop. He finished cleaning, then put the forge fires out. Picking up the journal he'd almost forgot, he made his way out the door and into the street. The coolness of the evening air was a shock, with having been in the forge all day. It was good though, it made him focus on the imediate tasks. He was able to buy three fish from the market before they closed. One for him, the rest for Toothless. He'd come upon the idea that a long evening flight would do them both a world of good. He pondered a little more on the nights' events as he walked.

She wasn't as good as she should have been in schooling her features. He thought he might have had the same affect on her. Whether it was because he was an idiot or… something else . She was a queen after all. A leader had to keep their emotions in check. He learned that the hard way. And while he was chief of his tribe, and technically on the same footing as her, he had to avoid any… entanglements . He was going back to Berk in a few weeks. He couldn't just walk away for good. And he was fairly certain she wouldn't abandon her people either. He sighed to himself. He really shouldn't make any assumptions, and he really shouldn't even be thinking… these… thoughts.

He was out of the town before he realized. He kept walking along the road towards their camp. He breathed in the crisp evening air to clear his head. Yes, he and Toothless would go on a nice flight, and it would be all better. He probably wouldn't even see her the rest of his stay. He felt a little better already.

When he got to the spot he stopped. Checking both ways down the road, to make sure he wasn't followed. He got to the cave where Toothless greeted him warmly. He had him light a fire, and put his fish on a spit to cook it. While that was going on, he got out the flying rig, and changed out the parts. Toothless started bounding around the room, happily barking. He knew they were going flying, and he couldn't wait!

After he calmed a bit Hiccup gave Toothless his fish. He had them gone in a couple of chomps. Toothless came up to him, sniffing for more. He caught the scent of someting else on his rider, and gave a questioning croon.

"Oh, Yeah… umm you smell her? Yeah, I uhmm… met somebody, tonight." Hiccup told him. The dragon cocked an eyebrow at his human.

"Hey! Some of the ladies can't resist all… this!" He gestured to himself, to which the dragon answered by flopping on his belly, rubbing his paws on his head, laughing. Hiccup thought that maybe, he was spying on him at the time. But no, he would have known if he was nearby.

"Oh sure, laugh it up… useless reptile! I'll get you back… somehow!" He then turned to his dinner. After finishing, he put on his armor. Then set about saddling Toothless, checking the new pieces, and testing their operation. He attached a small bag to the saddle with bathing soap, a towel, and a change of clothes. He would have to see about getting a room one of these nights for a proper meal and bath, but not tonight. The boys then walked out of the cave towards the treeline…

The rush from Toothless' vertical takeoff was someting that would NEVER get old. There was a faint amount of light still left as they kept climbing. The sky was clear, with a definite chill in the air. They tried some aerobatics, but nothing too crazy, just enjoying each others' company doing something they loved.

Hiccup though he caught a flash of light from the corner of his eye. Turning his head around, he could make out the silhouette of that lone peak a short ways off. The North Mountain, that's what they called it, when he asked Valdor about it. There was someting about it, some kind of incident years ago. After the Queens' coronation. Valdor didn't say much that he could remember. He didn't put much stock in local folklore either. Nope, he and Toothless would just have to get out there and see for themselves. Maybe he could take a day off, do some exploring.

Hiccup turned his dragon towards the town, figuring to do a pass around the city. The moon was just rising, so they'd have to be careful. After that, they did a lazy pass around the castle proper. Just a few lights in the windows tonight. No one on the balconies. A few people in the courtyard, but not much of anything going on.

He sighed to himself. The castle, the Queen… why could he not stop thinking of her? Sure, she was pretty, -gorgeous, in fact. But that wasn't… it. There was something else he couldn't grasp. Maybe he would find out in the time he had left. Maybe they should leave tomorrow? But he wanted to explore this new land. He'd heard about the upcoming festval too. There was much to be learned about a culture from the parties it threw. That was it! They would stay until the festival was over, then head back home. Hiccup took a deep breath, clearing his head. Toothless sensed this, and gave a warble.

"It's alright Bud, lets go back to the cave." The boys then turned towards their home.

After a stop at a small lake for a quick bath, They walked into their cave. Hiccup stripped off the saddle and flying gear. Toothless breathed on the fire to get it going again. He then curled up around it, and laid down. Hiccup threw a couple of logs on the fire, then propped himself against a wall, sighing heavily. It had been a long day. Eventful too. He started think about it again, but quickly squashed those thoughts. He needed sleep. He was sure he had a long day ahead of him too.

Spying his journal, he picked it up and started flipping through the pages. He came to the last page he was drawing on in the forge. Looking back at him were a pair of eyes. His imagination instantly filled them to a light blue, Silver blond braided hair on top of her head. Slightly pink cheeks, and darker pink lips. Lips he'd like to… Gods! he needed to sleep! He slammed the notebook on the ground next to him, waking Toothless in the process.

"Sorry, Bud… go, go back to sleep." He told him. The dragon gave a small croon, then laid his head back down. Hiccup scooted over to his bed, and laid down. He couldn't get comfortable for some reason. After a half hour of fidgeting, he crawled over to where Toothless was resting. He sidled up against his best buddy, and closed his eyes. Toothless' breathing and heartbeat lulled him to sleep. His last thoughts were of shining eyes, a smile, and melodious laughter…