Just a bit of a 'facts modified' about my Frozen Skyrim project. 

Here's the beginning of the cross over:

Elsa:                                Onyx:
Elsa: A Queen's Endeavor(Prologue)
          
The piece of paper lies on the corner of her nightstand by her bed, ominously reminding her of this day and the business that she needs to attend to. Her bed lies on the other side of her spacious room, but with the weight the message carries, it always feels like the paper is within her hands and her eyes are still deciphering every word written on it. Part of her feels like she should never have broken the seal and opened the rolled up paper, but as the Queen of Arendelle, there will always be things that she won’t be fond of doing but has to. This particular task is one of those things and what’s even more encumbering about it is that it involves her dealing with the aftermath of a certain event not too long ago. Elsa truly wished that she would never have to delve into the past again, but that’s just the child in her imploring miracles to happen. With how things have been in   Skyrim Chronicles: The Snow Queen (Prologue)
I am Dragonborn.  Dovahkiin. Legendary hero of Skyrim. Dragon in human form. The ultimate Dragon slayer. It’s not all the time that I have those ceremonial names accompanying my reputation. More often than not the people of Skyrim fear or loathe my existence, until of course I save them from some dire situation that usually involves something gargantuan like the beast I am chasing right now. The people of Morthal didn’t exactly welcome me with open arms but they thanked their gods I was there the moment they spotted this frost dragon descend towards their pathetic excuse for a town. Part of me truly wished I had allowed it to snatch one of the guards, but I suppose even I have some kind of grace still dwelling inside of me.
 
But even the remaining grace I have left is dwindling with every interaction I have with the friendly folks of Skyrim. Still, I do it for redemption…
 
I shook that thought of