"Well, it must have been the first time he's seen a woman naked," Emily says. "I mean, the fella grew up around thirteen brothers. He's probably never grown up around girls, well, except for his mother,"

"I just wasn't prepared...or really ready to move that far yet," I blush.

"Well, I guess this could be a good thing, in a way," Emily softly says.

"Enlighten me, teacher," I cock my brow.

"Well, let's suppose, hypothetically, you two happen to...develop your relationship further than what it is. Say, in a more intimate and private setting. You'd most likely get past the awkward part being seen without clothing on," she begins. "And you'll eventually get accustomed to it. Of course, you'll probably be super shy and timid, but you learn to just go with it, and connect with a deeper level with Hans. I'm not saying you will anytime soon, but you never know,"

Intimate. Private. I've never seen a naked man, let alone a shirtless one. Can this day get any more awkward?

-Hans-

"Elsa, General Faulk wanted me to remind you about the rounds tomorrow," Anna says, chomping on a piece of sourdough bread.

"Oh?" She looks up from her soup. "What about them?"

"Basically, to remind you about the yearly inspection," Anna replies. "Oh, and also to get your approval on new practice swords for the newbies that are being sworn in,"

"Right," Elsa sighs. "I'll make sure to do it before breakfast tomorrow," She looks at me, then back at her soup. Anna shoots a look at me and squints, sticking her tongue out.

Well, this is certainly one for the books. A super quiet and slightly awkward dinner with the woman you just saw naked, her sister and brother-in-law, their whack-job cousin, and me. As I look to my left to Elsa, who happens to be sitting at the head of the table with at least two chairs between us, she tries to avoid eye contact. Okay, yeah, I saw her naked. It's not like I did it on purpose...

But..god, she was gorgeous. I really want to kiss her right now, but not in front of all these people.

-Elsa-

Damn Hans and his stupid cute face. I should NEVER have used the guest washroom, should have at least asked Emily to use hers when I had the chance. But NO, had to use the closest one to me. Okay, maybe I;m being a bit childish, but wouldn't you react that way if someone saw you naked? Someone you didn't INTEND to see you naked? At...least for a long time. It's not like it's going to happen again.

Or is it?

I see Hans stirring his soup, elbow resting on the table. Usually it's not polite to eat with elbows on the table, but I'll let it slide. We've had quite a day.

"Hans," He looks up at me. "Is the stew to your liking?"

He looks up at me and slightly smiles. "It's perfectly fine," His eyes dart back down to the table. Great, now I've made things awkward, way to go Elsa. "It has a good vegetable to meat ratio, that's how I like my stews," Well that's good to know.

I softly smile and pick up my spoon, dipping it in the stew and drawing it out. "I'm happy to hear that," I say, bringing the spoon to my mouth.

"Hey, Elsa," Anna leans close to me on the right.

"Hm?" I ask, looking up to her.

"Why don't you two take a walk? Put the dirty sicks aside after dinner?"

"Is now the time to be talking about clothes?" I sigh, knowing she's just using the socks as a metaphor. Brat.

"HA HA," Anna replies. "Okay, look, he's starting to grow on me,that's all. I just don't want to see you all glum and gloomy because of one accidental hiccup,"

She's right. I eventually have to talk to him about it. "I suppose tonight's better than never, right?"

"Atta girl," Anna smiles. "Make your niece or nephew proud, sis,"

-After dinner-

"Hans, can..I talk to you? Alone?" I ask, my arms going into that defensive pose: arms crossed, hands clutching my skin firmly.

"I-uh, sure," Hans blushes.

I lead him out into the hallway, closing the door behind us. I take a deep breath and turn to him. He straightens up and clears his throat. "We uh..had quite an interesting day,"

"We..did," I blush, pushing my bangs out of my eyes. "I wanted to apologize for acting so childish. My behavior was unnecessary,"

"N-no, I should be the one to apologize. I didn't mean to stare or-"

I cut him off, thumping into him, wrapping my arms around his broad chest and back. "HOLD ME," I sniffle.

"Elsa-"

I look up to him, tears streaming down my face. "Everything was going so well!" I cry. "And then... -hiccup- the whole war..."

"Lovely, there's no need for you to get upset about this," He lifts my chin up.

-Hans-

"What?" She asks, I wipe her smeared liner from her eyes.

"Excuse my language, but my brother is a dumbass. It's not exactly a war per say, but a childish quarell between two grown men who can't keep their priorities straight. The only reason Heinrich wants you involved is because he believes you have a sore spot for him trying to..you know.."

"Murder me with a crossbow,"

"Yeah..that.." I blush. I brush her rose cheek with my thumb. They're warm. "I'm so sorry, Elsa,"

"Please, don't keep apologizing," She places her hand on mine. I feel her head move slightly upwards, her free hand wrapping around my neck. "I do apologize for..this though,"

"Whatever for?" I ask. "You need not ask to kiss me, Elsa," I say, drawing her up into a passionate kiss. I tenderly kiss her cheek, the side of her jaw, the crook of her neck. I hear her slightly moan as I continue to peck at her delicate, porcelain white neck.

-Elsa-

"Oh..Hans..." I moan. I moaned? Am..am I really like this? Like, a lot? "Please..." I feel his hands slithering down my back and around my waist, pulling my hips closer to his as he continues to enjoy my neck. "Wait.." I says pulling away.

"What is it?"

I point to one of the empty studies across the way. There's a super comfy couch in there. . "There's a couch," My breath hitches. "In case one of us falls,"

"Well in that case, hold on," He says, scooping my up into his arms. "To the couch,"

-Hans-

I gently place her on the couch, sitting next to her on the gray cushion. She lay on her back, her right arm draped over her stomach, left arm reaching for my face. I gently catch her arm, kissing her wrist and down her arm, onto her shoulder, her collar bone, her neck and cheek. I look up to her, a smug smile on her face.

"I never said you could stop,"

Well if she insists, by all means. "If you, at any point, feel uncomfortable, please tell me," I say, kissing her hand once more.

"I feel...strange," She says, her cheeks flushed.

"How so, angel?"

"I...I've never felt like this before... even within these past few days," She bites her lip. "Hans, I feel so...safe when I'm with you," She places her hand on my lap. "I'd feel so much safer if-"

"If what?"

"You laid next to me," She says. "I don't want you to leave me...please... don't go," She begins to tear up once more.

"Elsa, if I could I'd never leave Arendelle. Your subjects are wonderful, your family is..odd, but I can handle them. And you, oh gods above Elsa, you're my light in a dark place," I kiss her wrist. "My snow queen with amazing snow and ice powers, my-"

"Shh," She places a finger on my lips. "Flattery gets you nowhere, elske," She winks. "

I actually have a better idea where we'd be a bit more..comfortable,"

"Where, snowflake?"

-The next morning-

-Elsa-

The sun peers into my room as I stretch my arms out. I'm in my-wait, this isn't my usual nightgown. This one is short and lacy white. My usual one is blue and so much linger. I sigh and lean back against the headboard, exhaling as today's schedule runs though my head. But, I start to question where the nightgown came from. What even happened last night? I remember kissing Hans, a lot. I'm pretty sure champagne was involved hence two bottles and two champagne flutes sitting on my windowsill couch. My arms flop down to my sides and groan, but..my left one hits something a bit...hard, but soft. I gently press down on the lump. What the... I lift the sheet. Skin. Freckled skin. Shirtless man. OH NO.

-Hans-

*yawn * The sheets move, falling off of my head head. Hey, where's my shirt? "Well that's one for the-" I pause, looking around the room. "This isn't my room," I turn around, locking eyes with none other than Elsa. "OH shit..."