Note: I don't ship Helsa because I like the idea that you can have a Happily Ever After without a man. I like the idea that you can be perfectly happy, mature, fulfilled, and single. So I don't ship Elsa at all. But it's definitely an interesting idea to explore.

Anywayyy...

Merry Christmas, Emily!

This is all for the lovely Emily, a faithful fellow fangirl and creative shipper. Wishing you a lovely holiday season and a wonderful new year!


"But Elsa—I—"

"Hans, you're lucky I haven't frozen your heart. You hurt my little sister and threatened my kingdom. Do you think I have ANY patience for a man like you? Next time, you had better have more to say." Icicles formed all around the room, all threatening to impale Hans. She turned to the guards. "Take him back to his cell. He doesn't have anything new to say." Elsa said sharply, in her low, cold voice. Leaning on the table in the small prison office, she didn't bother to watch as they dragged him away. She felt a touch on her shoulder and turned around.

Anna stood there, looking dubiously at the ice that had formed on the table. "Didn't go well?"

"He still insists that he's changed, that he'll tell his story as long as I'll believe that he really… has changed. But I can't believe him, and I still want to know more about his plans, motivations, anything. I need to know so I can prevent this from happening again."

Anna dragged up a chair and sat down. "Elsa, it's not going to. Neither you nor I will ever be that weak again. Because we're together, we're stronger, and I'll listen to you, when you have something important to say, and you'll listen to me, when I want to try something new. Everything will be better. Speaking of things being better, what do you want to do for Yuletide?"

Elsa smiled. It was nice to finally be able to have things to look forward to and plan with Anna. They walked out together into the winter sunlight, arm in arm.

Hans gazed after her. Even though it was Anna he'd courted, it had always been Elsa, fascinatingly unreachable, beautiful, dangerous, that he thought of. Even now, every time she interrogated him, mining for information that might still threaten Arendelle, he could only be dazzled by her fearless persistence, the wit and confidence with which she spoke, the brilliant mind that could both design a dazzling castle in the mountains. She was certainly beautiful, but she was also so much more. He slumped back against the stern prison walls. At least he still saw her regularly. It would have to be enough.