A/N: That moment when you get Kristelsa ideas as an Elsanna shipper...
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The moment Anna had closed the door behind her back, she couldn't help hissing "Yes! Yes!" over and over, dancing through the room, until she landed with her back on her bed, laughing freely.
"Hahaha, oh well, I can't believe she really said yes to it! It was not even that difficult." She chuckled.
"I wonder why she did it." Not that she wasn't happy about it, exactly the opposite as she had just shown, but it seemed to be a crazy idea even to herself before. She had expected Elsa to disregard it, to laugh at her or to talk her out of it, anything like that, but not a subliminal willingness from the beginning on. Did that mean something special?
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She didn't know, but she didn't want to mess it up now that she had gotten a chance.
That probably meant behaving around Elsa now. At least with other people around...
The redhead sighed.
What did she want to do now actually? Since she hadn't even thought she'd get this far, she wasn't really sure about her next steps. Or any real step for that matter.
Well, she had imagined some things, but that was different. She had to think about what she would do, because simply pretending everything was still the same between them until the ball would come and only starting to act on the courtship "agreement" then all of a sudden was wrong in her eyes.
So she needed to work on it all the time before that already. Wasn't that also required to be able to succeed in the first place? How could the ball be a special peak if there wouldn't have been a start-up previously?
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This was important to her, because she had meant it truly, plus her sister deserved this to be done well. Actually to be done excellently. Could she even come close to that goal? She who had always been so clumsy and awkward?
Did men feel the same when they were doing this? It never seemed like that in the stories she'd read, nor when she had watched people at the two balls she'd been at.
Did that come naturally to them, or had they been taught any tricks? Were they being trained in it during their upbringing, just like she was taught her manners?
She laid her hands on her face and groaned.
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So...how did one court a queen properly...? Especially as a princess...a woman.
She only knew one thing – Hans was no helping example.
She didn't want to think about that douche bag at all.
Maybe she really should sleep at first. And maybe she would make it out of bed once to meet her sister at breakfast. That could make a good impression. And didn't she need to impress her now?
It would be a start. Better than nothing. She needed to be good, but seeing her history of her trying to talk to Elsa, well that...had always held its difficulties at first.
Ergo, little steps. Anything better than nothing. Yes!
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With a quick push of her arms, she got up, went to her wardrobe and took a nightgown out of it.
While changing into it, she realized the season they were in once again, because a shiver was going through her whole body. "Ungh." She hurried as best as she could.
It was autumn, the current month just having changed into October.
She should have asked for her room's fireplace to be lit at this time of the year already, but spending all of her days outside of it made her forget it every day again that the nights were cold. And when someone of the staff suggested it, she thought it wouldn't be necessary as well because of the two above reasons.
Even though the clear night sky which she had watched earlier was the promise of a cold night.
She had to remind herself to wear a proper gown to the ball.
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The ball.
She did only now stop at the thought for a moment.
It would be only the second one for them after Elsa's coronation.
The new queen had insisted on getting things on track first, starting to rule Arendelle properly and getting in a sort of routine.
The princess thought her hard-working, seeing as she spent a lot of her time over papers for new policies, trade agreements and statistics of Arendelle, discussing matters and the general situation of the kingdom with her council, and even talking to her people in the city when she went outside for either a simple walk through the market or to have some fun with Anna while discovering more of the city and the landscape around it.
In Anna's opinion, her sister deserved to enjoy herself a lot more, at least now that she had accomplished her goals of a working routine and had established some reputation that was different from "The Ice Queen". Although some people were still fearing what they had seen after the coronation and were careful around her.
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The girl huffed. She wanted people to see how great Elsa really was.
Yes, of course she had her ice powers, but they were so fascinating!
She had seen the chaotic part of them at the end of the party, had been the cause of that, even become frozen by them, but she wasn't scared of her sibling for even a second.
She was rather stunned by her ability, according to the other woman a fact that had already existed when they had been children.
She had seen the majestic ice palace and some other things Elsa had shown to amuse the citizens and hopefully calm them down at the same time. Its beauty was predominating to her.
The beauty that had also stricken Kristoff. The ice harvester who was supposed to have seen all forms of the element.
Kristoff...
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Anna groaned angrily while starting to move to her bed.
During those thoughts she had only stared mindlessly out of the windows after adjusting a bit to the cold.
She threw herself on the blanket, burrowing her face in the mattress, until she turned to the side.
In some moments, she had had the feeling that the guy was more interested in Elsa than in herself, due to his love and life for ice.
A tinge of jealousy and envy crept into her, making her form a fist and sit up again, although she knew she had no right for the former.
The latter though... Well, compared to the queen, the airy redhead seemed...rather unformed, at least regarding matters of royalty. Not that she wasn't trained in them, of course there had not been a way around that for a princess. She knew formalities and proper behaviour theoretically, it was just that she preferred to be casual herself, it was her nature. And she didn't want to give this up.
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That was why she had liked at least the facade Hans had put on.
A princely gentleman – every girl's dream man, right? - who had been discovered to have a liking for craziness, just like herself. Well, only that his one went far beyond eligible in the end.
During that adventure she had met Kristoff, the slightly brusque yet likeable "mountain guy".
He was nothing of the stuck-upness she was supposed to deal with usually. Nothing princely, only something that seemed more normal to her, with him being always so informal.
But...she didn't want to think about him now. Yes, she still liked him, but not that way anymore.
So she shook her head slowly, took a deep breath and relaxed her hand that had been curled into a fist.
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Maybe she should finally get to that sleep. Sleep always helped. After all she had just made the decision of getting over those men and focusing on someone new.
Even though that someone was totally different again. This was another level. Another level of craziness as well...
Would she make it? Would she get farther this time? Was there even a realistic chance...?
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Oh to hell with these doubts!
Her sister herself had given her this chance, and she would simply see what it would lead to. She was thankful. She got this chance. And she would make something out of it.
The princess got under the blankets, lowered herself with a final sigh and snuggled into her pillows, a small smile creeping onto her lips. Her mind would certainly come up with an idea overnight. Or at least she hoped so.
Feeling the softness around her, she wondered when she wouldn't sleep alone anymore. When there would be someone she could cuddle up to. Someone whose warmth reminded her that her heart was alive.
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In a room at a different hall, the queen hadn't had any power left for staying up and giving in to any thoughts. She had directly fallen asleep.