I know this is a terribly short fanfic, but I wanted to thank you all for reading/reviewing/ and favoring so far. This is one of the final chapter, but I may add another one later.

Elsa stared at her reflection in the mirror as she applied the red lipstick to her lips. She rubbed them together as she pondered how her little sister managed to convince her to get ready for some fancy dinner. Of course, Anna thought going to a ridiculously fancy Italian restaurant would be fun; however, the restaurant had a strict dress code. Elsa had dug her shimmering blue cocktail dress with pale powder blue translucent fabric along the arms and shoulders from her closet and pinned her hair into an intricate bun. She sighed as she removed herself from the bathroom and dug a pair of white heels from her closet. She slipped her feet into them as if a prince had previously placed them on her feet before cautiously stepping into the living room.

Anna was sitting on the couch and stroking the top of Olaf's head. The dog wagged his tail as his owner kept repeating, "Who's a good boy." Anna wore a jade green dress that hugged her waist. Her copper hair was curled and tied into a ponytail with a bright green ribbon. She turned around to look at her older sister and gasped, "Elsa, you look great."

"Thank you, you do as well," she responded quietly as if unsure what to anticipate.

"Awesome, well, let's go," Anna answered.

The two siblings ventured down the stairs and down the sidewalk to find Kristoff leaning against his white jeep. He wore a stiff grey suit that seemed too tight along the shoulders. He rubbed his hands together before opening the back door for the young women. He muttered, "I can't believe I'm getting paid for this."

Anna rolled her eyes before playfully slapping his arm. Elsa grinned as she looked at the window to see the sky darken. She knew her sister wasn't working alone, but she couldn't determine the reason for their odd outing. Kristoff drove away from town and close to the port. The pier was lined with ships and one two-story restaurant with a red roof lined with white Christmas lights. Above the white door, there was a black sign with white engraving.

"I am starving," Anna said as she jumped out of the vehicle. Her older sister followed her as they passed an older gentleman with a pointed nose and oversized grey mustache. He complained about there not being enough room to dance causing his date to roll his eyes.

The girls entered the restaurant. The interior always seemed to cozy and intimate to require the customers to wear their finest attire. The hardwood floor reflected the bright chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. The small square tables were covered by a crisp white tablecloth. The silverware was rolled into black napkins then placed on the table. Glasses of red and white wine were brought to women's lips as their partners watched them adoringly.

"Right this way," a waitress with chocolate brown hair and matching eyes instructed. She wore a white blouse with navy blue pants. Anna scratched the back of her head as she tried to remember where she had seen the waitress before. The waitress lead them to one of the dining rooms upstairs. There were only five tables around the room and old paintings that were scattered around the deep red walls. They took a seat in the back of the room.

"I'm Belle, and I will be your waitress," the woman said as she handed them menus in black leather covers. "What would you like to drink?"

"Ice water," Elsa responded,

"Iced tea please," Anna replied.

Once the waitress left, Elsa crossed her arms and legs. She glared at her sister casually browsing the menu. She asked sternly, "Anna, what on earth is going on?"

Anna looked up from her menu. She could feel the heat rise to her nervously bit the inside of her cheek as she glanced around the empty room. "What do you mean?" she asked.

"I just feel as if wanting to eat here and getting dressed up for no reason is a little odd," Elsa responded as if Anna had announced her intentions to marry a stranger. "If there is something that is going on, you need to tell me."

"You know the pork chop sounds really good," Anna replied quickly.

Elsa shook her head and closed the menu. "If there is something that is going on, I will find out." Anna smirked and shrugged. She closed the menu and admired a few of the paintings. Her eyes met a painting of Joan of Arc on a beautiful white horse and she remembered her father's collection of books. Occasionally, she would sneak into his library and gaze on the many art books. Although she frequently missed her house, she was certain that she would be as fond of the future as she was of her memories.

The girls did not have to wait long for their food or to conversation. The atmosphere was so peaceful that voices seemed unnecessary. After they had eaten, Elsa excused herself to go to the restroom. As soon as Elsa had gone downstairs, Hans stepped in from the hallway. "Thank you, I know she needed this," Hans said as he replaced Anna in the wooden chair.

"You're welcome. Don't screw this up," Anna replied as she ran downstairs and into the jeep.

When Elsa returned to the table, her jaw slacked from shock and her eyes momentarily widened. She sat down in her chair and stated, "I should have know this had something to do with you." Hans slipped forty dollars into the billfold that had been placed in front of him during the switch.

"I'm surprised Anna didn't spoil the surprise," Hans remarked as he nervously folded his hands together. Although his gaze and demeanor was steady, he couldn't help tap his foot against the floor or take deep breaths.

"No, but I would like to know what is going on," Elsa responded. Her voice rose higher than she intended. She wished she had brought some gum with her; however, she had managed to run out while at work. She nervously glanced around the room before meeting his grass green eyes.

"I thought it was obvious. I am giving you what you wanted for Christmas," Hans replied gently.

"What?"

"You needed to be shown that Anna and I love you," Hans responded as if his words cradled every emotion in the world. His voice was so gentle and tender that his words seemed to float away from his mouth.

Elsa sighed and responded, "I don't understand." She fiddled with the black napkin before relenting and forcing her hands under her.

"Elsa, I love you," Hans answered quietly, "I don't expect you to reciprocate, but you're the only person who has ever made me feel like I matter. You deserve to feel beautiful and special and be surrounded by the people that care about you." He felt every muscle in his body tighten as he spoke. He braced himself as if expecting to be punched in the stomach. He placed his hands firmly on the table before looking up to meet Elsa's crystal blue eyes. A gentle pearly white smile was plastered on her face before she grabbed his hands.

"I do love you, Hans," she responded, "and you didn't have to go through all of this to tell me."

"Yes I did," he answered before standing up and leading her down stairs and through the restaurant. For the first time in forever, she felt as if her dreams were coming true. She had finally found true love, and all was right in the world.