Springy music fills the Great Hall as guests dance, eat, laugh and enjoy themselves. They all came to a stop, hearing the sound of trumpets playing, signalling that the King and Prince have arrived.

Lou comes up the mini stage and announces the highnesses arrival.

"King Zayn of Arendelle."

Zayn enters, a contented smile on his face, proudly glancing at the guests who, in return, smiled back at him. Glad that he didn't have to worry about people finding out about his powers now that he was officially the ruler of his beloved kingdom.

"Prince Harry of Arendelle."

Harry runs into the room, waves awkwardly at the crowd, then gets ushered by Lou to be stood next to Zayn.

"Here? Are you sure?" Harry asks, but didn't get a reply as the staff member walks away to leave the two royals to themselves.

He and Zayn sneak a few awkward peeks at each other before Zayn stirred up the courage to speak up first.

"...hi."

Harry did a double take, not expecting Zayn to talk to him after years of not talking to each other and being shut out. "Hi me...? Oh. Um. Hi."

"...you look beautiful." Zayn compliments. Knowing how much Harry liked to be called beautiful instead of handsome. It was a brother instinct. He could tell his brother is a tad flamboyant, not sure if he fancied men, but he wouldn't care if he did. As long as he's happy, he will be, too.

"Thank you. You look beautifuller. I mean, not fuller. You don't look fuller, but more beautiful." Zayn laughed softly at Harry's attempt to cover up his awkwardness.

"Thank you."

They look out at the celebration taking place in front of them.

"So, this is what a party looks like?"

Harry turns to Zayn and admits, "it's warmer than I thought."

"And what is that amazing smell?"

Both brothers closed their eyes to inhale a sweet and warm scent.

"Chocolate." They say in unison, opening their eyes at the same time then laughing at how they knew what the other was going to say.

Zayn looks back out at the party. Harry glancing at him and thinking of what else he could say just to have a conversation with his brother. Unfortunately, Lou interrupts them before Harry could utter a word.

"Your Majesty. The Duke of Weaseltown."

"Weselton. The Duke of Weselton." The shorter man corrects, approaching the royal siblings. "Your Majesty, as your closest partner in trade, it seems only fitting that I offer you your first dance as King."

The Duke does a funny flitter of his feet, a hitch-kick, and a deep bow. He whispers to himself, "one, two, three. Jump." As he holds out his hand, head down, his toupee dips forward.

Harry giggles, Zayn looks at him and stifles a laugh himself. He cleared his throat before replying, "thank you...only I don't dance."

"Oh...?" The Duke said, quite offended.

"But my brother does."

"What?" Harry says in surprise.

"Lucky you..."

"Oh, I don't think--"

The Duke grabs Harry's arm and yanks him away to the dance floor before he could protest.

"If I swoon, let me know, I'll catch you."

What the hell is this old man talking about? Harry thought in his head, looking at Zayn desperately to save him from this...this weird short old man. Only, Zayn mouths a "sorry." While trying to containing his laughter.

No matter how awful the Duke's dance moves were, he continued to show off. Harry tries to make the best of it.

"Like an agile peacock...CLUCK-CLUGGLE-CLUCK!" He lands on Harry's feet, but didn't pay notice to it.

"Ow. Ow."

"Speaking of, so great to have the gates open. Why did they shut them in the first place? Do you know the reason? Hmm?"

"No." Harry simply replies, not liking how the Duke was all up to his face, eyeing him suspiciously. If he did know, then he would have told him. But he didn't, so he wasn't lying either.

"Oh, all right." The slightly shorter man says disappointedly. He thought he would've gotten answers out of him. "Hang on. They don't call me the little dipper for nothing."

He dips Harry back. The boy swore his back cracked at how quick he did that without warning. Zayn peeks through the crowd and could barely hold in his laugher. Harry shoots him a funny 'help me' look before getting pulled back up to see that the Duke has started dancing stupidly again.

"Like a chicken...with the face of a monkey...I fly!"

God, send me help.
_______

The young Prince limps back to his older brother, not before hearing the Duke say, "let me know when you're ready for another round, your highness."

Oh, please. No.

"Well, he was sprightly."

Harry rubbed at his sore feet. "Especially for a man in heels."

"Are you okay?" Zayn asks with a soft smile. Harry loved how his brother was finally giving him his attention. "I've never been better. This is so nice. I wish it could be like this all the time."

"Me too..." Zayn trails off sincerely, then stiffens, looking away as he catches himself. "But it can't."

"Why not? If--"

"It just...can't." Zayn hated doing this. Hated to hide what he's been keeping secret from his people and brother, making Harry upset because he didn't have the guts to tell him. It hurts seeing Harry hurt because of him.

The smile on the Prince's face drops, taking up all his will power not to get emotional. Just when things were finally falling into place, it seriously had to end. "Excuse me for a minute."

He walks away. Zayn watching him go, saddened.

Harry moves through the crowd, getting bumped by a bowing man's butt that sends him falling to the ground. Just before he hit the floor, Nick catches him, a smile plastered on his face. "Glad I caught you."

"Nick." Harry breaths out a sigh of relief.

He smoothly sets his drink down on a passing tray held by a servant, lifting Harry up and leads him in a romantic dance.

The two spent the night drinking and chatting with one another, strolling out the castle to the rose garden when Nick notices Harry's white streak.

"What's this?" He asks, pointing to the white streak in Harry's hair.

"I was born with it, although I dreamt I was kissed by a troll."

"I like it."
_______

At one of the balconies, Harry teaches Nick how to eat krumkake. "Yeah, the whole thing! You got it." They laugh as the krumkake crumbles in his face.

"Okay wait, wait. So you have how many brothers?"

"Twelve older brothers. Three of them pretended I was invisible...literally... For two years."

"That's horrible." Harry says sadly, remembering how he and Zayn are like that, as well.

"It's what brothers do."

"Well, you're right about that. Zayn and I were really close when we were little. But then, one day he just shut me out, and I never knew why."

Nick takes his hands in his, leaning in close. "I would never shut you out."

Harry admired how Nick was so understanding with his situation, a contented sigh escaping his mouth as he speaks up again. "Okay, can I just say something crazy?"

"I love crazy."

Then they randomly break into song.

"All my life has been a series of doors in my face. And then suddenly I bumped into you."

"I was thinking the same thing, cause like..."

"I've been searching my whole life to find my own place. And maybe it's the party talking, or the chocolate fondue."

Harry giggles.

"But with you-"

"But with you, I found my place."

"I see your face."

"And it's nothing like I've ever known before."

They jump to the neighboring balcony and enter a door, coming out on top of one of the castle's towers.

"Love is an open door!
Love is an open door!"

The two slid across an empty hallway in their socks.

"Love is an open door"

"With you!"

"With you!"

"With you!"

"With you!"

"Love is an open door."

Harry and Nick hop up on the castle roof and watch a shooting star.

"I mean it's crazy."

"What?"

"We finish each other's-"

"Sandwiches!"

"That's what I was gonna say!"

Sliding down the back of the roof out of sight, we find them strutting on a bridge ledge.

"I've never met someone-"

"Who thinks so much like me."

"Jinx...jinx again!"

They look as if they're doing the robot, but really they were just imitating the mechanical figures on the clock tower.

"Our mental synchronization,
Can have but one explanation,"

"You-"

"And I-"

"Were-"

"Just-"

"Meant to be..."

Harry and Nick dance on top of the lighthouse and cast dancing shadows across the sails of ships in the docks.

"Say goodbye-"

"Say goodbye-"

"To the pain of the past.
We don't have to feel it anymore!
Love is an open-"

They play hide and seek amongst the stable doors.

"Door!
Love is an open door!"

Climbing to the water fall, looking out over the kingdom, Harry raises up his hands to frame the moon. Nick puts his hands on top of his. Together their hands form a heart.

"Life can be so much more-"

"With you!"

"With you!"

"With you!"

"With you!"

"Love is an open..."

"Door."

"Door."

Nick gets on his knees, grabbing one of Harry's hands then says, "can I say something crazy...? Will you marry me?"

"Can I just say something even crazier? Yes."
________

Harry pushes through the crowd towards Zayn, Nick in tow.

"Oops! Pardon. Sorry. Can we just get around you there? Thank you. Oh, there he is. Zayn!"

Zayn turns to Harry, who bows awkwardly as he and Nick are now in front of him. "I mean...King...me again. Um. May I present Prince Nick of the Southern Isles."

"Your Majesty." Nick greets, bowing.

Zayn gives a polite but reserved bow in return.

"We would like--" Harry begins excitedly, his and Nick's arms wrapped around one other's.

"--your blessing--"

"--of--"

"--our marriage!"

"Marriage...?" Zayn's eyes widen at the word. What is his brother talking about? "I'm sorry, I'm confused."

"Well, we haven't worked out all the details ourselves. We'll need a few days to plan the ceremony. Of course we'll have soup, roast, and ice cream and then--wait. Would we live here?"

"Here?"

"Absolutely!" Nick agrees.

"Harry--" Zayn begins, but gets cut off by Harry continuing his ramble.

"Oh, we can invite all twelve of your brothers to stay with us--"

"What? No, no, no, no, no."

"Of course we have the room. I don't know. Some of the must--"

"Wait. Slow down." He finally catches his brother's attention. "No one's brothers are staying here. No one is getting married."

Harry looks at his brother with a saddened expression. "Wait, what?"

"May I talk to you, please. Alone."

The younger boy notices the worried look on Nick's face, so he hooked arms with him. "No. Whatever you have to say, you-you can say to both of us."

"Fine. You can't marry a man you just met." Zayn states.

"You can if it's true love." Harry retorts.

"Harry, what do you know about true love?"

"More then you. All you know is how to shut people out!"

Saying that Zayn wasn't hurt or taken back by what his brother said would be lying. He can't believe his own brother would choose to defend a random guy than try to understand what his older brother is going through.

"You asked for my blessing. But my answer is no. Now, excuse me."

"Your Majesty, if I may ease your--" Nick tries changing the newly crowned King's mind. But Zayn wasn't having it.

"No, you may not. And I-I think you should go." He walks away, passing the Royal Handler. "The party is over. Close the gates."

"What? Zayn, no. No, wait!" Harry pleads, grabbing Zayn's hand and accidentally pulls off his gloves. The older lad gasps, spins around and reaches for the glove in panic.

"Give me my glove!"

Instead of doing as told, Harry holds the glove away from his brother, clutching it to his chest then desperately pleads, "Zayn, please. Please. I can't live like this anymore."

Zayn fights back his tears, weakly saying the most hardest word he'll ever say to his beloved brother. "Then leave."

He saw the hurt in Harry's eyes as his words slip out of his mouth. It's too much to handle. He couldn't hold it in. So he turns and rushes away.

"...what did I ever do to you?!" A heartbroken Harry says, a little too loud when the party goes silent, everyone now watching the brothers.

"Enough, Harry."

Still, Harry keeps pushing him to give him an answer. He's tired of not getting what he wanted, even just this once. "No. Why? Why do you shut me out?! Why do you shut the world out?! What are you so afraid of?!"

That was enough to get Zayn to snap.

"I said, enough!"

Ice shoots from his hands, spikes forming across the floor. Guests cry out in shock, backing away.

"...sorcery. I knew there was something dubious going on here." The Duke says, ducked behind his men.

"Zayn...?" Harry whispers, unsure if the person who's shut him out and was always cold to him, was the person backing away in fear, rushing out the door.

His brother's secret was finally out.
_______

Zayn bursts out of the castle door, into the courtyard, where people cheer as their eyes caught on their new King.

"There he is! Your Majesty! Long live the King! King Zayn.... Come drink with us."

Zayn ignores the people's cheers, ducking through the crowd, holding his bare, un-gloved hand.

"King Zayn." A townsman bows respectfully.

"Your Majesty? Are you alright?" Asked a townswoman with a baby.

With a frightened shake of his head, Zayn backs away from the baby, knocks into the fountain, grabbing it's edge, resulting for the water to freeze over at his touch.

Gasps of shock and fear sweep over the crowd, just as the Duke and his thugs come out the door.

"There he is! Stop him!"

"Please! Just stay away from me. Stay away-!"

Ice shoots accidentally from his hand and turns the small staircase into ice, causing the thugs and Duke to slip and fall.

"Monster! Monster!"

The crowd panics. A snowstorm begins as Zayn flees. Harry runs out of the palace doors, carrying the glove. Nick follows close behind.

"Zayn!"

Zayn runs out the gates and down the water's edge. The shoreline freezes under his feet. He could hear his brother calling out for him, not so far behind.

"Zayn! Wait, please!"

He glances back at Harry, but turns away. He tentatively steps out onto the fjord, watching as it instantly freezes over. He breaks into a run, the water beneath him freezing with each step.

"Zayn, stop!"

Harry rushes out onto the fjord ice, slips and falls from how slippery the ice was on his feet.

"Harry!" Nick shouts, rushing to the boy's side.

Zayn reaches the far shore, not looking back, and scrambles his way into the mountains.

"No."

"Look...the fjord." Nick's shocked tone got Harry to look at their surroundings.

Ice spreads out until the entire fjord is frozen, locking the ships in place.

This isn't good.

Whoooo!!! After almost puking my guts out at the Nick and Harry part, I managed to finish this chapter! Yay! ヽ(*⌒∇⌒*)ﾉ (p.s I hate the pic in the media but I needed it for the fooking chapter.)

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~Zenpai