Deep inside the castle of Arendelle stood Anna in front of her sister. The queen, sitting down on her bed, looked up at Anna with confusion. They both mostly saw darkness from the time being three in the morning without any candles lit. The only source of light was the moon shining perfectly through Elsa's large triangular window, making a small but functional ray of light for the both of them, which gloomed throughout her room.

"Anna, what are you doing here?" Elsa said. "It's so early. Shouldn't you be in bed?" she asked very confused.

"We have to do this" Anna said whilst lowering her body closer to Elsa and putting her hands beside her on the bed. Elsa paused for a moment.

"Do what?"

"This!" Suddenly, Anna furiously grabbed Elsa's nightgown below her neck and pulled her in for a deep passionate kiss. The queen felt immediate shock from her sister's unexpected actions, but in the center of her heart, somewhat of love and affection was also triggered. The kiss quickly ended when Elsa pushed Anna away.

"What are you doing?" questioned Elsa, louder than she should have.

"I'm loving you!" Anna said lustfully as she stood up straight and looked down at her sister once again. Elsa didn't know how to react to her response; she felt so many different emotions all at once. Befuddlement, the tiniest of joy, and even desire nested into her mind. It seemed as desire was felt most, however. Even though she was surprised at what her sister had done, it also felt extremely satisfying.

Without any indication, the princess dived on top of Elsa, this time pinning her sister to the bed by her wrists. The queen did not try to resist at all. She felt pleasure in this odd happening. Something so strange appeared to intrigue the queen in a way she never thought. Anna was about to push into another passionate kiss, but the two found themselves staring into each other's eyes—both of them admiring their faces. Anna's hands slowly wandered down from her sister's arms, getting closer and closer to her chest. Elsa seemed to be warming up intensely.

"What is happening?" she thought to herself. "Is this what it feels like to be truly loved?" Her breathing got heavier with each exhale.

"I love you." Anna whispered as she watched her chest rise and fall.

"I love you, too." Elsa replied.

In a split second, Anna's hands touched Elsa's breasts ever so slightly, syncing perfectly with a flash of lightning from outside. The loud crash from the thunder made both of the sisters spring up from their own beds on opposite sides of the hallway, breaking them out of their sleep. Both of them were breathing heavily and were trying to process what they had just experienced.

"It was just a dream?" they both thought to themselves. "But it was so real!" Scoping their rooms to realize they were alone, the sisters found themselves caught in the delusion of a dream. Almost like a shattered piece of glass, they couldn't seem to piece together their minds to fathom that it wasn't real.

"Clam down." they told themselves. Their breathing relaxed a little bit, but their hearts were racing.

"I kissed Elsa!" Anna said. She stared vacantly at the ground while she held her head.

"I kissed Anna!" Elsa said, doing the same. It took the two a few long hours to accept the dream and fall back asleep.

The next day, Elsa was already up doing her queenly duties while her sister was still in a deep sleep. Elsa couldn't help but keep thinking about the dream the entire morning. She kept trying to ignore it by reading a book or filling out her papers that she had to attend to, but nothing seemed to be working; every attempt at pushing it away failed. Though, some time passed and a question came up that she thought would rid her of it, but alas, it only made her think more.

"Do I actually love Anna that way?" The queen dropped her novel in wonder before her hand slowly rose up to her mouth. Anybody can say if they like someone or not, but Elsa couldn't say no. When she thought about the princess as more than just her sister, it seemed as if a warm, comforting feeling like happiness was born deep within herself.

"Do I love Anna?"

Meanwhile, the princess finally began to emerge from her slumber. As her still tired eyes slowly opened from the blackness of her eyelids, a happy waiting snowman stood at her bedside.

"Hi, Anna!" Olaf said with a smile.

"Oh, hello, Olaf." she chuckled. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh, well I was looking for someone to play with, but Elsa's busy, and…" his voice trailed off.

"Elsa…" Anna murmured, ignoring the snowman as her eyes opened wide before quickly holding her head.

"Anna? Are you alright?" asked Olaf. Anna snapped back to reality.

"Oh, yeah, I'm fine. Sorry."

"Oh, OK then! Do you want to play with me?" the snowman asked cheerfully.

"Yeah, sure, just give me a minute to get ready. I'll be out soon."

"OK!" As Olaf walked out of the room, he started to count to sixty, the way he always instinctively did. Anna giggled as he proceeded to count, and quickly changed into something more presentable. Anna shortly exited the room where she found Olaf sitting beside her door.

"Oh, there you are, Anna! You took forty-one seconds. That's slower than usual; is something wrong?"

Though she didn't like the idea of lying to the snowman, the princess had no choice. Anna couldn't help it; there was no denying she'd been thinking about it the whole time.

"No." she said, concealing her emotions behind a smile; she would have to think about it later. "Anyways, what do you want to do?" she asked the little snowman. The both of them headed down the hallway as they brainstormed ideas.

Hans hastily made his way into the throne room after being called by the guards to meet with the king. The tone of his voice made it sound very urgent, and he knew his father would have his head if he were late again. As he entered, he found his twelve older brothers already inside waiting for him, all of them looking impatient—especially his father.

"Where were you, you freaking dunce?" called out the nearest brother, pushing Hans as he walked by.

"Shut up!" Hans replied as he looked back angrily.

"Enough!" the king said holding up his right hand. "Hans, you failed me again!" his father said with a rather deep tone.

"I know, father, you've already said that countless times." Hans said with his head down. His brothers laughed at him.

"Hans, what did I say I wanted?" the king asked.

"To have Arendelle be taken over." Hans replied weakly.

"Right now-"

"Father, please give me another chance!" Hans said, cutting him off. "I'm sorry! I will do better this time!" he pleaded on his knees, hands cupped.

"Get up, you idiot!" a different brother shouted. The prince did as he was told and stared at him with tears almost in his eyes.

"I am giving you another chance." the king said as he palmed his face.

"Really?" The king nodded his head in response.

"Thank you, father, thank you! I will-"

"Not so fast!" The prince glared at him, a bit frightened.

"Your brothers are going with you, too. We're doing this my way, got it?" Hans didn't seem too sure about this. He just received another chance from his father, which was kind of cool, but he said it's his plan and he has to go with his brothers, which kind of sucks. Regardless, he knew there was no choice but agree to his idea.

"So, what's the plan" Hans asked, unsure for the answer.

"Ulfric, you will go and pretend to form a peace treaty with the queen. You shall then…" The king trailed off explaining the plans to his sons.

"Yes, father." Ulfric concluded.

"Damn!" a voice whispered behind a pillar at the far side of the throne room. "I can't let them take over another kingdom… Not again."