She woke up to the sound of the bedroom door opening. She turned to the source and saw the house's owner enter, still clad in full uniform. His hair wasn't as immaculate but it still looked good and he had light stubble on his chin, the product of five days without a shave. She would have to do something about that later.

The red hues of morning light shined through the window and cloaked the bed in a summer dawn. She could smell the dew on the fields outside beneath the heavy scent of sweat and dirt on her Guard. She yawned loudly, ignoring the typical manners she would display at home.

"Good morning, Hank," Elsa purred. She was unbelievably comfortable under the covers in his bed. She felt all the pressures of the castle leave her. "You're home at an odd time."

"So are you," Hank quipped. "Your feather bed down the road not comfortable enough?"

"On the contrary, your bed is a thousand times more relaxing," Elsa argued. She rolled over and pulled the covers tighter, hoping to drain every inch of rest she could out of this sleep.

Hank shrugged. "You're the Queen, who am I to argue with you."

"Where's the fun in that?" Elsa whined uncharacteristically. She decided it was time to get up and rolled over again, throwing off the covers. She paused and stared.

Hank had his uniform tunic off and folded neatly on the floor along with the gloves. He had his hands hooked inside the waist of his pants and was starting to pull them down when she caught him. His shirtless chest was very clean, the uniform keeping out all the grime. Chest hair was the only thing breaking his statuesque lean figure. She finally snapped out of her trance only to notice that he was in much of the same state of shock.

"W-why are you staring…and taking off your clothes?" Elsa wondered.

"I'm, um, changing out of this grungy uniform and, uh…" he cleared his throat and stared unflinchingly.

She looked down and saw why. She had gone to bed in her underwear. Only a flimsy white brassiere shielded her ample chest from the open air and her body was doing the best it could to spill out. White cotton covered her below her waist but went no further than the edges of her pelvis. Her face instantly turned dark red and got very hot. She wanted to move her hands and cover herself but she was paralyzed. She could only think of one thing to say.

"Well, I usually sleep naked."

Hank said nothing, instead choosing to stare directly at her chest. She was starting to get really uncomfortable. Without breaking his gaze, Hank began to laugh softly. She panicked, was he laughing at her body?

"What's so funny?" she demanded. He only laughed harder. "Hank!" She stood up and pointed to emphasize her point. The bouncing this caused mortified her. He kept laughing then slid down his own pants in one motion. She screeched in surprise. He had a pair of very tight black shorts underneath. Oh God, it's happening, she thought.

"H-hank?" she stuttered, taking a step closer. He kept laughing as he grabbed her in a big friendly hug. The bare skin contact was having quite the effect on her body, she hoped he didn't notice.

"I missed you, Elsa" he said through the last few chuckles. "We haven't had something like this in weeks."

She thought back on it and realized they had been pretty serious recently. Not a whole lot of time for fun. Not that they've ever had fun with so little clothes on before. She hugged and explored his back with her hands absentmindedly. Every ridge and muscle was interesting to her. She kept exploring lower and lower until she found herself pinching his butt. Well, she purposely pinched his butt. He jumped.

"Whoa, I took off the pants to put us on equal footing. That wasn't an invitation," Hank explained through a blush. Elsa responded by pinching him again, this time on the other side. She just couldn't stop herself. "Elsa!"

"Sorry, Hank," she giggled. Where was her regality now? Where was the cold demeanor that made neighboring kingdoms fear 'The Queen of Ice and Snow'? Where was the Elsa that the world knew?

She was in her best friend's bedroom, both of them were in their underwear, and she definitely just felt him grab her ass. She slapped him across the face.

"What the hell?" he complained. "I was just getting you back!"

"It's different for a woman, Hank!" she really hoped she wasn't showing any signs of enjoying this. She refused to look down in fear that Hank was.

"Whatever, I'm going to go wash up." He turned around and made for the bathroom.

"We're talking about this at breakfast!" she called out to him. She knew they wouldn't really, they would probably act like this never happened. There were more important things to worry about anyways, like the poor man in the other room who was getting sicker.

Still, she couldn't stop herself from smiling like a polar bear full of seal. She pulled the wedgie out of her underwear and considered what to wear that morning.

Anna lifted herself off of Kristoff and collapsed on the bed next to him. Her chest rose and fell rapidly. This is what exhaustion truly was. The sky was awake, but Anna was tired. She turned to her fiancé and caught a goofy smile on his face.

"Proud of yourself?" she teased. She threaded a hand through his thick chest hair and wrapped a leg around his, her ultimate cuddle position.

"Sorry, Anna. I'm just not used to it yet," Kristoff admitted.

"It's not like I am," Anna countered. "I could barely breathe at some points."

"I think that means I'm doing something right."

She playfully slapped him. "Keep your ego in check, Baron Bjorgman. Even if you are a spectacular man."

He snuggled into her body and shoved his face in her hair. "I love you, Anna."

"I love you too, Kristoff," she replied. She held him for a bit before speaking up. "I wonder how Hank is doing right now."

Kristoff frowned into her hair. "Yes, because I want to talk about the dashing Captain Eriksson right after what we just did."

"Don't be like that," Anna pleaded. "Elsa told me that his father was really bad yesterday. I just hope he's taking it all okay."

Kristoff thought about his conversations with the man over the past few days. He had barely mentioned his father, Kristoff was sure it was because he was very uncomfortable with it. Anna still got sad about her parents sometimes and Elsa could be dangerous in her grief. He wondered what a man like Henrik Eriksson would do when confronted with inevitability like that. He hadn't the faintest idea, but if Elsa was with him he would at least be happy.

"He'll be fine, Anna," Kristoff assured. "Now let's get some sleep before someone tries to wake us up."

"So, I tell this guy to pass the bread and that reindeer of his picks it up in his teeth and drops it in front of me," Hank complained. Elsa giggled; this was a typical Kristoff story. "I tell him that there is no way I'm eating the bread now and can you guess what he does?" Yes. "He picks up the loaf and bites off a chunk. Right where the reindeer's drool soaked it!"

"That's Kristoff," Elsa mused. "Now stop bitching and hold still."

He grumbled and lifted his head up. She took a seat on his lap, straddling him effectively, and brandished the razor. He flinched noticeably. She wiggled her hips and he put his hands on them for support. She never noticed last time but he gripped tighter the closer the razor got to his face. She began with his neck this time to get it out of the way.

"Should we really do this in your kitchen?" she asked.

He stayed perfectly still until she finished her stroke and pulled the blade away. He shrugged. "You said you wanted to sit down while doing this and the chairs are in here," he explained. "Are you sure you're comfortable sitting like that?"

"Yes," she assured maybe a bit too quickly. He didn't need to know just how comfortable she was. Maybe it was the whole underwear thing, but she was feeling loose today. She opted for a flowing sundress made out of her ice that was cut low on her chest and short on her legs. It was nice and cold but no long skirt meant it wouldn't freeze Hank's legs while she sat on him…not that she was planning on doing this.

"Besides, we can jump right into breakfast after this," Hank said. "More time for stuff later. After sitting with my Dad for a while maybe we could go see a play or a concert. It would be nice to relax after my 'manly' weekend with Baron Bjorgman." He signaled for her to start again with a quick nod.

She continued shaving. She had forgotten about the title she was giving her future brother-in-law. She would have to prepare a nice ceremony for it. Anna would love to throw a ball to make it really official. She would have to send out letters to Arendelle's allies soon. Maybe I'll even dance at this one, she considered while finishing one side of his face, it'll make the other kingdoms feel more comfortable around me.

Elsa finished her task in silence, taking careful care to trim him as close as possible. She wiped the razor clean on a towel and set it down on the table. "Ready for breakfast?" she asked.

Hank nodded, hands still on her hips. He was making no fuss about moving and she was enjoying it. She reached over, grabbed his shirt off the table and shoved it playfully in his face. "Put your clothes on, Captain, you're indecent."

He smiled then lifted her off of himself and stood. He slipped the shirt on quickly and walked over to the bread box. "Do you want bread, or bread for breakfast?" he asked.

"What, no oranges?" she whined. It was the least convincing whine he had ever heard. He put a modest loaf on the table and got out two plates and a knife. "Plates? Wow, I am special aren't I?"

"You're on point today," Hank noted.

"Maybe it's because you groped me." Wow, we're actually talking about it at breakfast.

"Do unto others as you would have them do unto you, your majesty," Hank lectured.

Elsa shrugged. "Fair enough. Although, next time, make sure you get a whole cheek in your palm, it's a much more satisfying experience."

Hank began choking on his bread. Elsa's eyes narrowed and she smiled mischievously. Today was a victory for her. He swallowed and got up from his chair. Elsa raised an eyebrow.

"I'm going to go check on my Dad," he explained. "I need to straighten myself out after that last comment."

She smiled warmly and waved him off, returning to her bread. It tasted immensely better after flustering Hank that much. She could probably count all the times she did that in the years she'd known him on her fingers.

She got worried when he wasn't back by the time she was finished eating.

Elsa got up and briskly walked to Will's room. He was certainly worse than when Hank left but he wasn't that bad as far as she could tell. She was sure it was impossible for him to be so terrible that Hank needed to be with him that badly. She sped up her pace and found herself nearly smacking the door with her forehead. She turned the knob.

It was locked.

A/N

Sorry to get so talkative at the end of chapters all of a sudden but I love responding to reviews! I've sent PMs to everyone who answered my question about Anna with an account and I would like to address the guest reviews.

Guest: Glad you like Hank! I was worried people wouldn't and it was my main hurdle when writing this. The first chapter took longer to write than the six that came after it. You should see some of the terrible outtakes. Interesting that you note that Anna takes Elsa for granted. She kind of always has, hasn't she? Never asking her what her problem was, always assuming that she could solve the problem and it wasn't a big deal. SailorSea got at this in the reviews for the last chapter. In the movie Anna came across to me as naively selfish, and I tried to portray that here. It seems sinister at times because it can really piss off the person who's on the receiving end. Note the characterization of Anna in sections from her perspective to sections in others; I tried to make it somewhat noticeable.

Dani: I think Anna on the surface is very sweet and selfless, but as I said above, doesn't know that she does act selfish at times. I tried to imagine what it would be like for her to go from nobody to having her sister, a crazy ex, and a lover within a matter of days. She was just handed everything on a platter (with some hardships…like almost dying) and never really had time to truly learn from her mistake before being rewarded. She'll never try to marry a guy on a first date anymore but has no qualms making herself pregnant to try and get her way. My vision of Anna is someone who never had to mature while my Elsa is someone who was forced to mature at a very young age. The three year time skip in the beginning is a bit of a cheat, I'll admit, and I tried to show as much of the character changes as possible within the story. I think I failed Anna in a way because, to be honest, I don't really go into her in the rest of the story. I would love to see someone else take Anna on, or if they already have I would love a link to the story. She interests me much more after writing this story than she did when I watched the movie.

It was a very conscious decision to make Kristoff a push-over for most of the same reasons I write Anna like I do. This is a man who had about as much personal contact in his youth as Anna did, but he did it on purpose. The guy has some extreme social anxiety. I like to imagine him as one of those "tfw no gf" kind of guys who finally got the girl of his dreams and will do anything it takes to keep her. His beta male traits really come out when placed next to Hank who grew up with friends and loving (human) parents. Now, if Hank did something really stupid Kristoff would have no qualms beating the hell out of him (and he could, because for all of Hank's skill and speed Kristoff would be a tank in combat), much like he was willing to deck Hans at the end of the movie for slighting his woman. Kristoff probably needs someone to wake him up just as much as Anna does. Maybe they could do it for each other?

A question was great last time so for the reader who likes to get involved, how about another one?

If you were Hank or Elsa, would you get together with the other? Try to think about all the possible consequences, both personal and external. Also take into account the emotions of each of them. Touch choice? Easy? I would love to know. There is no better time to ask than this chapter. Next chapter is going to be a nice long one with tons of that character defining stuff that I love so much. Hope you love reading it as much as I loved writing it.

Thanks to all of you who are sticking with me as well as all of you who just started recently. Thank to those who review and don't worry those who don't feel comfortable reviewing, I appreciate you too! See you Saturday!