Who's ready for drunk Kristoff? That is all.

The clock struck ten as some very dejected souls of weary dukes and knights, and even a prince, found themselves rejected and walking away from a dying party after the dinner with the formal announcement that Princess Anna and Sir Kristoff were officially engaged.

There were still at least a few hundred people talking over their tea and cigars in the Great Hall, most of them gabbing on about the impending marriage. A lot of hushed tones carried the tune that Anna looked to be a few months pregnant, but I can assure reader, she was not. She had only gained a maximum of five pounds since learning that Somme's was to be put under new management soon, and she made sure to eat all the sweets she could to make sure she would remember the taste for years to come.

Speaking of which, where are our two little love birds? Well, they seem to be separated. But, all is not lost. Kristoff and Elsa are in plain view to me. They are off to the side, out of sight from the view of the people as they partook in a poetry drinking game. Ever since hearing how she was trained to hold her drink he's wanted to see her prove her metal, and where better than at the Princess' own birthday party?

Elsa refilled and raised her glass for the umpteenth time and swallowed the wine in one go, then smacked her mouth to really get all of the flavor from it, and without any hesitation she quoted, dramatically, like a true thespian, from the Poetic Edda, "I remember yet the giants of yore, Who gave me bread in the days gone by; Nine worlds I knew, the nine in the tree; With mighty roots beneath the mold." She then grabbed their third bottle of wine and refilled Kristoff's goblet and he too raised his cup and downed the whole serving at once.

"Of old was the age when Ymir lived;
Sea nor cool waves nor s-s...andwiches." And, down falls an extremely sloshed Kristoff. Elsa smiles proudly, after Kristoff attempted and failed miserably at his verse, making Elsa the victor, the champion! of wine. But after putting down her glass behind her on a side table and looking back, he wasn't moving.

"Get up big guy! Anna's going to kill us!" She said as she took his goblet and placed it next to her glass, then went to try and pull him up.

"Anna! Oh I love her! We're gettin' married! D'ya know that?" Kristoff slurred together the syllables resembling a trombone glissando. Elsa tried to pull him up herself, but then a heavy set man saw him in trouble and went to go help Elsa.

"I'll get him right as rain your majesty." He said as he supported all of Kristoff's substantial weight against him, moving them towards the door near the back of the room.

"It was my fault. I knew he couldn't beat me." She said coming over to the other side and putting Kristoff's other arm around her shoulder to be helpful, feeling terrible about it.

"It's not your fault the princess is marrying a drunkard!"

"He is not a drunkard! He just doesn't know when he's beaten in a drinking contest..." Elsa's voice trailed off at the end as she noticed a few heads turning, hearing her holler in defense for the poor man they were hauling away, the wine having gnawed at her brain a little on the cognitive side.

"Are you saying you put him up to this?"

"He put this on himself. I've been trained. Come on Kristoff, at least try and look like you're walking." She pestered at him and when he only laughed lazily she stomped on his foot. He was a little more alert now, but only a little. He didn't even yelp, he just looked at her like she hit Sven or something to that effect of rudeness.

"You? The queen? Beat this man in a drinking gamble?" The man went on.

"Yes! Is that so hard to believe?" Elsa said quite annoyed that he couldn't grasp the concept.

"Well... yes!" He scoffed back, looking over at the queen and trying to understand how it was possible for her to be walking so gracefully after defeating a man three? Four times her size! But Elsa was looking forward, scanning for Arendelle's latest fiancèe, but couldn't find that unmistakable hue of red anywhere. That's because it was behind them.

"Kristoff!" She gasped afterwards, seeing how he was being supported by a man and a woman, and began to run towards them. "Where are you going? Are you okay?"

Elsa turned her head back to the left to see the face for the voice and her own face went pale. "Elsa! Is he okay?"

Elsa looked forward again and sucked in a stabilizing breath. "Yeah, he just twisted his ankle." She lifted her left hand to her naval and pointed a finger at Kristoff and shot him with a bit of ice to make him yelp and help disguise the sound of his brain swishing in his head, but he was just too drunk to feel the pain.

"Damn you." She cursed under her breath, and Anna had made it in front of them and was looking at his ankles as she walked backwards, but she didn't see him limping, and she thought that was odd.

"No! Damn YOU!" Kristoff shouted, being drunk somehow made his hearing much more acute than this morning in the stables.

Anna looked up in shock, thinking he was talking to her. Then it hit her.

"Kristoff Bjorgman. Are you drunk?!"

"No!" He tripped over his own two feet. "I only had like... fwive drinks, no wait, five drinks."

"Plus how many?" She interrogated with narrowed eyes of complete disdain, no mater how cute he sounded completely out of mind.

"It's my fault Anna. Please don't be mad at him." Elsa begged.

"No, I will be mad at him! You didn't pour the drinks down his throat. He did that all on his own. Didn't you." She had stopped and and waited for them to get closer and then she grabbed at his tunic exposed behind his jacket and yanked him close to her, pulling him down to look him straight in the eye.

"Hey there pretty." He started and then saw that her face wasn't softening, her mouth was set in an intense sneer, her brows anchored diagonally harshly, her eyes striking matches for the already lit fire in her belly. He gulped, quite audibly, despite himself.

"I'm not going to be so pretty in a little bit, you can bet your ass on it."

"My lady!" The man exclaimed in more shock still. First the queen can hold her liquor and now the princess is outright swearing in front of him.

"Oh, don't start with me!" Anna scolded him. "Get back to my party, both of you. I'll take care him. Ho oh oh, I'll take care of him alright." She tugged at him harder and made him follow her as she dragged him out of the room single handedly.

The man looked over at the queen and saw the tears lining the bottom of her eyelids and immediately felt awkward standing in the presence of an emotional woman, let alone his queen.

He pretended to loosen the mucus in his chest with a fake cough, and went on to say, "If you'll please excuse me your royal highness."

"Yes, yes, you are excused." She said shaking her head a little and looking over to him and waving her hand to ward him away. He bowed and turned and walked away, never looking back.

What she wouldn't give for a suitor to come and take her out of her misery she thought as Anna scolded and practically gave Kristoff a bath with her spit from yelling at him about his behavior in the hallway leading to the nearest water closet to throw him into a nice ice cold bath.

She felt the tears burn her cheeks and so she fled across the room and went to a set of doors, not caring where they led to. She was really too drunk to care. To much out of her mind in concern for Kristoff and Anna's wedding that was obviously in question now, as all the important dignitaries had heard that a certain knight of Arendelle was caught by his to be bride, smashed at her birthday party. Smashed because he didn't want to believe the queen could beat him at a drinking contest.

She ran into the guarding rail of a balcony, and almost fell over, but aw my precious reader, almost is as close to death she came, as she hung above the castle by her ankles and her dress fell over her head cutting off her vision of the warm lanterns and lights that glistened off the calm fjord all around.