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I'm sorry I had to completely edit this chapter. I really didn't like it and had to make some changes and for that I apologise. I'm still in the process of deciding whether this will be an elsanna or kristanna story. Please let me know, but for now in the direction it's heading I will be keeping this as an Elsanna story.

If that's something some of you readers did not come here to read, sorry and hope you enjoyed the earlier chapters. X

Anna smiled gently, brows rising up in innocent confusion as Kristoff cupped both of Anna's cheeks in his hands. Wow you look good tonight Anna pondered inside her head as she drank in every detail of Kristoff's chocolatey brown eyes.

'Anna…I need to ask you something.' Anna mumbled slowly, beautiful pools of blue dreamily looking intently at him. Kristoff opened his mouth to speak, then shut it again. He opened it once more, looking like he was going to follow through when Elsa, looking flustered came around the corner.

Her eyes widened as she saw their positioning, Anna had her back to the wall, her face inches from Kristoff who had his right arm on the wall behind her.

Anna looked over at her sister 'Agh, Elsa!' Anna said quickly breaking the quickly building tension. She slipped out of Kristoff's hold and walked toward her sister. Anna was always amazed at how her sister held herself, she always looked so poised, so confident…regal. Taking in her features now, with her blonde hair neatly placed in that plait Anna loved seeing her in, it was her favourite style on Elsa for sure, although the others were good too. Elsa could wake up in the morning with her hair all over the place and she'd still look beautiful. So unfair. When she woke up, it was a completely different story.

And her eyes, god her eyes. So blue and intense. I guess it would be ironic that she saw winter whenever she looked into her older sisters eyes. They reminded her of winter. Beautiful, and cold but at the same time raw and untouched. And who hasn't wanted to jump into a blanket of untouched snow? To make their mark on white? But Elsa could never be marked by anybody. She made it clear she belonged to nobody and that made her feel free. Anna respected that, but as she peered up through her long lashes Anna saw an unknown emotion glazing Elsa's eyes as her sister looked down at her. 'Where have you been?' Elsa asked the redhead and Anna almost shivered at the harshness in her voice. 'I was just…with Kristoff, we were taking a break. It's hot in here in't it?' Anna playfully tugged at the necklace on her slim neck. She could feel the awkwardness coming in around them and she was desperate to keep it at bay. It wasn't as if she were doing anything wrong, her and Kristoff were a respected couple now, they were allowed to do this kind of thing. 'Anna, I couldn't find you anywhere. You know better then just to run off' Elsa scolded.

Kristoff came alongside of Anna 'Elsa' but you can call me Queen. The blonde thought, her eyes shadowed when he placed a hand over Anna's shoulders.

Anna had picked up on the subtle change in the atmosphere and she spoke up. 'Elsa you don't need to be so concerned. We weren't dong anything wrong' Elsa's eyes flickered to Anna and then back to Kristoff. He sighed and tried to take control of the conversation. 'We were just getting some air anyway. We'll come back with you now to the ballroom'. Although it was clear that Kristoff had wanted to divert the argument and carry on Elsa noted the underlying tones of annoyance and inpatience in Kristoff's voice. Elsa raised a suspicious eyebrow, her eyes boring holes into Kristoff's as they locked onto eachothers gazes for a few long seconds.

Anna could only watch as the two people carried out an intense staring match, Sorry buddy, Elsa has you beat. Anna thought softly as Kristoff lowered his gaze to where Anna was standing quietly, watching the pair of them with quizzical large eyes, 'C'mon Anna let's go back. Sorry for the confusion your majesty' Kristoff said slowly, careful not to let bitterness become evident in his speech. Anna caught the blonde's gaze as Elsa turned to go back to the ballroom, there was a mixture of concern and a I need to talk to you look. Anna attempted a weak smile to show Elsa that she understood and would talk to her later.

'1,2,3, 1,2,3' How could someone like Anna be expected to dance at every party they hosted? It was terrible. No-matter how many times she had been shown, she couldn't get her head around it. She was too un-coordinated, sure she liked to dance but a waltz? Forget it. 'but my sister does' Anna stumbled clumsily in the middle of the dance as she was reminded of Elsa's coronation. She knew it was just a way for her to get out of dancing with that count or whoever he was. Weaseltown was it?

But what if Elsa saw Anna dance in the snow when it was winter from her window? Gods, that would be embarrassing.

Anna shrugged the thought of and regained her posture as Kristoff's hands tightened around her waist. 'I really can't dance' he muttered solemnly, and Anna giggled lightly. 'Honestly, neither can I' He tugged at his stiff collar. 'Anna, I think Elsa's jealous.' Anna's eyes searched his face with a guarded expression, suddenly the music shifted and Kristoff spun Anna around in time to the melody. They waltzed around the ballroom, to the on looking eye they looked beautiful together, even if they occasionally messed up a step, the beauty of young love was present on their faces and was admirable. Kristoff could feel Elsa's eyes burning into his back. 'Anna? I think she's jealous of us' Kristoff repeated when he didn't get an immediate reply.

His voice was soft, hinted with a touch of protectiveness which Anna blushed at.

'What? Don't be silly of course she's not jealous she's Elsa.' Kristoff dipped his chin down to catch Anna's eyes; she caught on. 'Right…she is Elsa'

'But why would she be jealous of us? Jealous of you. Oh my- maybe she likes you!'

Kristoff snickered at the thought, he remembered the fierce, envious gaze Kristoff had received when he had put a protective arm around Anna.

'I really don't think that's the case. I think she's jealous over you.'

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