Crown Prince Christian of Denmark, 19, is caught smooching daughter of former Army captain at music festival - and the rumoured couple have even 'enjoyed a holiday to Ibiza together'
Crown Prince Christian, 19, looked to be partying up a storm as he joined 18-year-old sister Isabella - as well as his new rumoured romance - at Smukfest in Skanderborg on Wednesday.
And as well as the teen Princess shocking fans by sporting an X-rated T-shirt emblazoned with the translated words 'f***ed him yesterday' with a suggestive arrow pointing off to the side, many have likely also been wowed to see the heir to the throne seemingly locking lips in the bustling crowd.
Danish media reports that the elusive lady is one Emma Nygaard Fritzen, 21 - who is understood to have graduated from Ordrup Gymnasium, which the royal also attended.
As per Billed Bladet, the pair are so serious that Emma was among those in attendance at Isabella's 18th birthday party this spring.
Elsewhere according to Hola! the couple were also spotted together with friends during a recent trip to Ibiza, although nothing has been confirmed and the Royal House has not made a statement on the matter.
The outlet also says Emma comes from 'Denmark's upper elite' and graduated form the University of Sydney - located in his mother Queen Mary's native Australia - and 'loves spending extended periods in Africa', where the Prince has also spent some time travelling and working in.
Her father is said to be consulting firm McKinsey partner Søren Fritzen, who on LinkedIn shared that he 'served as a captain in the Danish Army, and participated in an international UN mission in former Yugoslavia'.
He added: 'I have a M.Sc. degree in Mechanical Engineering from the Danish Technical University and an Economics degree from Copenhagen Business School.'
While Emma's social media profiles seem to be private, the photo of her and Christian kissing - which has now made its way through a myriad of royal fan accounts and blogs - appears to have initially been posted on her Instagram, and later deleted as wellwishers have shared other snaps of what is understood to be photos from the young socialite.
The Daily Mail has reached out to the Kongehuset for comment.
It is not the first time the Crown Prince has found himself embroiled in romantic speculation, as two years ago he was rumoured to be dating Princess Maria Chiara of Bourbon-Two Sicilies - even reportedly introducing her to his grandmother, Queen Margrethe.
The Italian heiress is the youngest daughter to Prince Carlo, Duke of Castro, and Princess Camilla, Duchess of Castro. Her parents are family friends Queen Mary and King Frederik.
Speculation was sparked after Christian was snapped enjoying a day out with friends at the Monaco Grand Prix in May of that year, and was seen standing close together with Roman-born Chiara in a group photo taken at the event.
He was also reported to have spent time with the princess and her family this summer, after her mother shared an Instagram story of the family posing with Christian, captioning it 'family and friends'.
The pair were also seen enjoying ice cream together in St Tropez, where Chiara is thought to have spent around two weeks, posting holiday snaps from the resort town.
However, nothing was confirmed.
Elsewhere at Wednesday's festival, controversy erupted when the second eldest child of the reigning royal couple was pictured at the festival in an innuendo-fuelled top.
The princess' t-shirt was a merchandise top for Danish hip hop group Suspekt, who were performing at Smukfest. The music trio are renowned for their explicit and sexually charged lyrics.
But pictures from the event also show that Isabella certainly wasn't alone in wearing the suggestive top, with other concert-goers wearing similar Suspekt band t-shirts.
Danish political commentator Jarl Cordua was among the critics of the royal's choice of attire.
He explained that while he understood the need for 'royals letting loose a little', he also believed there were 'limits' - and that the distasteful shirt crossed the line.
The new pictures reveal that Isabella completed her casual festival look by wearing an orange bucket hat emblazoned with the festival nickname 'Smuk'.
Despite the furore her attire would later attract, Isabella appeared very much at ease among the festival crowd.
The following day, on August 7, Isabella was once again pictured at the festival - although it appears she wisely decided to leave her Suspekt band t-shirt at home.
Instead, Isabella re-wore her orange bucket hat along with a white t-shirt, navy shorts and gumboots as she headed off to enjoy another day of live music.
The royal was pictured walking through the busy festival with a group of her pals.
Later in the day, the princess had ditched her bucket hat and was seen standing amongst the packed crowd to watch rapper Tessa's set.
Princess Isabella appeared to be immersed in the performance as she was pictured smiling, dancing, closing her eyes and even singing along passionately.
Fellow attendees were reportedly stunned to spot the king's daughter casually dressed and partying alongside them at the event.
But eagle-eyed royal pundits spotted a small nod to Isabella's formal duties. She was still wearing the same jewellery that she'd been pictured in just a few days earlier during a royal photo call at Gråsten with her parents King Frederik and Queen Mary and younger brother Prince Vincent.
On both occasions, Isabella wore a heart-shaped pendant from Danish brand Akua Objects alongside her trusty 'P' necklace worn many times before.
Isabella wasn't the only royal partying it up at the Danish music festival.
According to local Danish publication B.T., although Isabella and Christian attended the festival in a private capacity, they were both happily taking selfies with fans and even politely stopped to answer a few brief questions from the media.
An opinion piece published by B.T.'s royal commentator Fie West Madsen noted that this was 'mature and wise behaviour'.
'[It] shows that even though the royal and now adult children are letting loose, drinking a pint of beer and maybe wearing a bold t-shirt, they are still aware of their role as royals,' he said.
'Because let's be honest - the balance between being royal on the one hand and enjoying a normal teenage life every now and then is definitely not easy.
'Everything the Crown Prince and Princess Isabella do is noticed, and they know it very well. But this summer they have shown that they can easily be young and royal at the same time.'
The Danish royal family is not new to Smukfest, with King Frederik in particular a renowned past regular attendee.
Over the years, Frederik, 57, was regularly seen enjoying the festival with a beer in hand and taking selfies with other festival-goers.
Some years saw him accompanied by his wife Queen Mary, 53, and more recently he was joined by Christian and Isabella.
Interestingly, Frederik has also previously enjoyed watching Suspekt at the same festival. It would seem the King has passed this appreciation for their music onto his daughter, judging by her unexpected choice to wear one of the band's shirts.
King Frederik has not attended the concert since he became regent last year.
Nevertheless, it would certainly seem that Frederik has instilled his love of Smukfest in his children.
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