This took longer than expected, which is because I literally could not focus. Apparently I can't focus with any noise around me. I discovered listening to the sounds of running water and light piano music seriously helps me focus and collect my thoughts when writing.. I wish I had discovered this earlier than today.

Also, if you haven't checked out Jump Into The Fog by Eliza Darling yet, for the love of god, do it. That story continues to just get better and better with each chapter, honestly.

Piano:

The piano was something they could both agree that they enjoyed.

As a child, Elsa used to settle herself on the seat next to her Father, watching his fingers dance across the keys in ways her mind couldn't seem to grasp. Unfortunately, Elsa never had the time to learn to play the piano before she was confined to her room for all those years. Anna, on the other hand, had been taught by her Father and could play very well.

You can only imagine Elsa's pure delight when she discovered that Hans could play as well. The poor man had been quickly shoved into one of the nearby rooms, pushed onto the bench, and was only given the command, "Play."

The piano itself was no longer in great condition. The old thing was covered in dust and severely out of toon, some of the keys even sticking. It hadn't been touched since Elsa's Father had been alive; Anna showing no interest in wanting to go near the thing for fear of painful nostalgia. So, it had sat and collected dust over the years. Elsa would have that fixed later.

"What do you want me to play?"

"Anything."

"It's dusty and out of tune."

"I don't care."

Hans began to push down on the grimy keys with a grimace, Elsa sliding next to him on the bench to observe. Whatever the Prince had been playing, he had obviously been making up, and to his ears, it sounded dreadful. He hated nothing more than an out of tune piano... It was like nails on a chalkboard to him.

Elsa, on the other hand, seemed fascinated by the fluidity of the movements in his fingers, watching as he left little embers sitting on the keys. She watched for what seemed like forever before her own petite fingers came to rest on the filthy keys, beginning to mimic whatever he was playing on the opposite end. It wasn't exact, but it was fairly close, and a small smile dared to grace Hans' lips. What could she say - She was a fast learner!

Her fingers clumsily followed his own, clunking down on the keys. It certainly wasn't as graceful as his, but at least she was getting somewhere. As she played, he noted that a few tidbits of ice remained on the keys, such as his little embers did. With a few minor adjustments to the tune he was playing, he moved his fingers towards the keys she had been toying with, the heat melting the ice almost instantaneously.

The piano soon became a relaxing, joyous part of their relationship; after it had been tuned and cleaned, of course. They would have little sessions almost, when they knew Elsa would be free during that time.

It would start out with Hans playing some sort of tune Elsa couldn't identify, but had somehow heard before. Then, she would sit beside him, attempting to mimic whatever he was playing, usually to no avail. It amused Hans to no end, honestly. It was hysterical to see how clumsy her delicate fingers really were. He never did bother to teach her how to play though. He didn't want to bother.

No words ever passed between them during these little sessions.

Only music.