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(M/N) had always known that one day he would be crowned the King of Arendale, that's just what happens when your mother is the Queen. He wasn't, however, expecting his mother to call him via magic mirror while he was at school to let him know that he'd be taking the throne as soon as Cotillion rolled around.
"Mother, you can't be serious!" (M/N) protested. "I'm not even eighteen yet! Surely it'd be better to wait until my birthday, at least?"
The mirror's image rippled slightly as Queen Elsa sighed and ran a pale hand down her face. "(M/N), I've told you that we simply can't wait that long. Besides, if Belle's son can become King at barely sixteen, I'm sure you can next month."
(M/N) sighed, looking away from the mirror. "Of course I can. You're right, Mother." He looked back at his mother, "I'll be ready for my coronation just after Cotillion."
The queen smiled fondly at her son, "That's my boy. I have to go now dear, but I'll talk to you again soon."
(M/N) grinned back, "Of course, Mother. Goodbye," (M/N ended the call and his smile dropped.
"Become King in just over a month?" (M/N) wondered aloud, before letting out a snort. "Fuck that."