Arendelle was an interesting place that’s for sure. Between the magical creatures outside of town, the things that live in the water (which were not happy when Elsa brought on an intense winter due to her stress when she was first crowned as Queen) and a Queen with magical powers of ice; it certainly was different compared to a lot of other places. Most people sought a connection with the royal family due to the possible trades of fish, fabric and of course, ice. But what places didn’t realize is that lacked a skilled blacksmith who could forge more than just swords.

“It’s good to hear someone as skilled as yourself is versatile in other areas.” Elsa said with a gentle smile as her blush disappeared from her cheeks once more. “If you’d be interested, I have some things around the kingdom that require a skilled hand of a blacksmith and our kingdom’s main blacksmith is getting a bit too old to do things that the job would require. Some things are simple, replacing dented designed structures to more intense projects. A lot of women here in the country make fabrics from dresses to rugs to curtains that become important exports but the machines they are using are getting warn and rusty; a replacement is becoming a near necessity and our blacksmith can’t work on something so intense.” 

Now she felt like she was blabbering, which was indicted by an apologetic wave of her hand. “I apologize, I tend to talk more than is actually needed. In summation, I have some projects I need done to help keep Arendelle functioning. Would you be interested in doing a trade?” Trade being defined by payment of some kind; a small closed lip smile moved across her glossy red lips as she tilted her head to one side watching his face as if hoping it would give an answer before he would speak. Was it too soon to ask such things? Was she making the situation uncomfortable by bringing it up? Or was she over thinking it?