Later that night, both Elsa and Hans were locked up in Han's bedroom all the way at the far end of the castle. Elsa unpacked her bags; laying all her dresses neatly in one pile. Hans sat on his desk across the room, glancing at a book he cracked open on the laws and regulations of the southern isles.

"So you're not even going to speak to me?" Hans questioned, his face still buried in the book.

"no." Elsa said blankly, folding the dresses and placing them gingerly into the cabinets

Hans let out a sigh and made his way to the center of the room. Elsa looked up at him as he just stood there. Without breaking contact with Elsa, he took off his shirt and pants; only his underwear remaining.

"What are you doing?" Elsa said, her hands shaking.

"I'm going to bed. What did you think I was going to do?"

Elsa let out a sigh of relief. He got to the other side of the bed, disarranging all the covers as he tucked himself in.

"It was a beautiful ceremony. Don't you think?" Hans said sleepily as he watched Elsa put one of her last dresses away.

"Yes. It was…nice." She said, trying her best to give him the cold shoulder.

"You're not as brave as you think you are, Elsa." Hans said, lifting his chin

Elsa's eyebrows furrowed as she looked up at Hans, her cheeks flushed with anger.

"Do you think this was easy for me too?" Hans remarked before Elsa had the chance to respond

"You don't know what it's like. You're not called a monster or witch everywhere you go. Everyone in the kingdom loves you! You're not…shunned from everyone else and locked away to protect other people. No one has loved me my whole life. And I know…I KNOW you're not going to love ME." She yelled loudly

Hans got up from bed, taking her hands into his.

"How can you know that if you're not willing to give me the chance?"

Elsa blinked her eyes as she tried to keep her hands still from the nervous shaking of yelling at her new husband. Hans grabbed one of her hands and slid the gloves off, kissing her pale arm sweetly.

"I have an idea." Hans said, leaning on the head board.

"What?" Elsa sniffled

"Let's play a game…to get to know each other better."

Elsa scoffed but sat down on the bed next to him, her fingers twiddling with the hem of her dress.

"I've always had a weakness for chocolate. Especially chocolate straight from Arendelle."

Elsa giggled at his confession. She stood straighter and let out a confession of her own.

"I…I hate wearing gloves. So sometimes, when I was little, I would take them off and have a huge ice party in the ballroom all by myself. I'd get in soooo much trouble. The maids would have to run around the ballroom with torches to melt the ice away!"

Hans chuckled and moved a little closer to Elsa

"When I was little I used to play pranks on all the house guests. Ambassadors, kings, queens. I would stand really close to the banister with a bucket full of ice water and throw it at them! I would rarely get in trouble though. See, I would fling the bucket to the nearest brother that passed by so I can get rid of the evidence. It was usually Louis." Hans chuckled loudly, waiting for Elsa to confess

"I love drinking tea." She said, shrugging her shoulders

Hans got up from bed and opened the door of the bed room. Elsa lifted her eyebrow as he signaled for her to go towards him.

"Let's sneak into the kitchen and grab a cup." Hans bit his lip

"If your father catches us sneaking around instead of….you know….he'll have my head! Besides, you're not even wearing pants." Elsa glanced at Han's underwear and rubbed her hands together nervously

"We won't get caught. I Promise."