"You can do this. It's just a group of board members from the bank. You have trained for this… It's your time to shine. They are human, just like you." She looked up from her folder to catch the eye of a member as he entered the board room. "Who am I kidding…? I'm screwed"

Elsa Winters was the Princess Royal of Arendale, a small European country that bordered Sweden and Finland. She was of, begrudgingly royal descent her family coming from a long line of rulers. After the recent death of her father, King Alexei of Arendale it was deemed appropriate for Elsa to take the reins. She was currently loitering outside her inaugural meeting as the Princess Royal, yet to find the confidence to take the final plunge and actually enter the room. She straightened her back, sighing deeply before finally entering the room. "Well, here goes nothing"

All in all the meeting didn't go badly, however she would be lying if she could suggest that the meeting went well. She was left mostly confused with the numbers that were thrown around with reckless abandon by men who appeared far more at ease in front of a computer than an actual, living human. A trait she feared she shared with them.

At one point her advisor, Olaf, had to clarify a point for her as despite her extensive training growing up within the Royal court she still found herself lost with the conversation. "Why did you have to leave me Father? It was too soon. You would've known what they were saying; no one would have had to rescue you." After the death of her parents two years ago the kingdom had been in preparation for the Princess Royal's coronation, her father had written that once she was 25 she would be "mature enough" to lead her nation in a way that he believed "would be fitting for such a noble country". So far she feared she would never be the leader he had dreamed of. "Only 3 months to go. I'm sorry Father."

In the years that followed the accident that lead to her parents ship sinking the kingdom had been led by her father's aide Kai. So far he'd done a wonderful job, so much so she was considering making him King as her first and only act as Queen just to remove the pressure from herself.

She sighed lightly; shoulders slightly slumped as she walked through large castle she called home. She wasn't entirely sure why they still lived in a castle with so many rooms and staff and traditions but her father had loved it and that was enough for her to refrain from questioning such actions. As she neared her room she peered out of the window in the hall. It was her favourite view, allowing her to cast her eyes on the city below. She could catch the hustle and bustle during market days, watch families scurry past avoiding being late for school. But most of all, she would try to catch a glimpse of auburn hair from the girl who worked at the flower shop along the way (she was gorgeous). She longed to be part of the mundane day-to-day life that so many of these people lived. She certainly didn't want to be stuck in a castle learning how to run a country.

She wished for the anonymity that these people could take for granted and wished that she could just leave the castle for the day to spend with flitting around the city like anybody else. Mostly though, she wished to meet the girl with the auburn hair and ask her where it was she would go with all of those flowers late at night. For every time Elsa had spotted her at night she would have a great swathe of flowers in her hands, load them in her van and then drive off into the night. She wondered if someone had bought them or if she liked to keep them herself.

She moved on towards her room, a grand bedchamber with a 4 poster bed, all the while daydreaming of what it could be like to truly live in Arendale. Before long she had decided that for once she was going to take a trip into the city, alone, undisturbed, and hopefully unrecognised. She just needed a plan.

After a night of tossing and turning she finally had a formulated plan. Said plan involved an oversized hoodie, sunglasses and the tunnel system that the castle had, although the last time she'd been down there was when she was a lot younger. She may not be prepared for interaction with dignitaries and the likes but boy was she prepared for this. She'd made sure she had a purse with some actual money in it. Being the Princess Royal it wasn't often that she needed to have money on her. All she needed now was to get to one of the many tunnels unnoticed by any of the house staff, she needed to choose sometime in the afternoon where she would have been allowed free time to avoid suspicion.

Such a time arose two days later where she had declared to Olaf that she was going to retire to her room for the afternoon to "catch up on OITNB" after he looked very confused she simply sighed

"It's a television programme Olaf." He seemed to be appeased by that.

"If that's what her Majesty wishes to do with her spare time then who am I to judge her." He said whilst winking, before giggling to himself and scurrying away.

"It's now or never Elsa, you can stay here up in this castle or you could go down there and see what you're missing". She pulled the hoodie over her head, lifting the hood up to cover her long blonde hair before finally placing the large aviator glasses over her eyes. She'd chosen the least flashy clothes she could find within her walk in wardrobe in the palace. A pair of Levi's, the hoodie and her old battered pair of converse. Still, she was concerned with people recognising her… I mean, social media was rife these days she was bound to at least seem familiar to some.

She took a deep breath to steady her nerves, before pushing the painting covering a tunnel entrance aside and climbing in. It was now or never…