A/N: I have to mention that I REALLY LOVE THIS CHAPTER! Even though it's actually shorter than I thought it was. I think Chapter 4 is still my favorite, but this is definitely a close second! So just read! I think you'll love it!

Disclaimer: I do not own Frozen. I'm just a girl who wishes she could marry Idina Menzel's voice. Don't judge.


Elsa sighed as she stared at the ceiling. Ever since their quarrel the other night, she would lay awake on her bed, listening for Johan's soft knock. It never came, and she would lay there until a nightmare-haunted sleep finally found her.

She knew he would be leaving the next day. She knew she would probably never see him again. She just felt that there were so many things she should have said, but she was too afraid to do so. It pained her to think that he would leave here thinking that she was heartless for completely shutting her sister out and not giving her the childhood she deserved. She would never be able to tell him how much she really cares about Anna... or how much she cares about him...

Suddenly, she heard it. Knock, knock, knock. That distinctive knock that could be no one's other than Johan's.

Elsa's heart leapt for joy, but her head told her that he was probably still mad at her. But then why was he here?

"Elsa?" Johan said. He trembled as he tried to come up with how to say this. "Umm... I know you probably didn't expect me to come here tonight, but... well, I'm leaving tomorrow... and I just thought there were some things I should say."

Elsa sat on the side of her bed and listened as he struggled to keep himself from sobbing.

"I'm so sorry, Elsa," he said. "I didn't mean anything that I said; I just got frustrated. I don't want you to be mad at me, because I'm not mad at you. And I know we probably will never see each other again, but I just want you to know how much I care about you..."

Elsa felt a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach as she heard him begin to sob. She had that strange sensation that she read about in books, where a prince confesses his love to a beautiful young maiden and the maiden tells him that she loves him too. She had always wondered what these women felt when this happened. She guessed this was it.

The princess looked at her mirror, as if to ask if she should say something, but for the first time in forever, all that stared back at her was her own reflection. The mirror was not meant to reflect how she thought, she realized. It was meant to show someone what they truly looked like, and now, for once, rather than seeing an evil monster looking back at her, instead she saw a beautiful young woman, who was ready to say what she needed to say.

Walking over to the desk, she quickly grabbed a rolled up note that she had hoped to give him and then walked over to the door. She took a deep breath as she reached for the doorknob and silently pulled open the door.

In front of her, Johan stood with his eyes closed as tears rolled down his cheeks. He had not heard her open the door. Elsa tried to look at him clearly in the moonlight that shined through the window. He really was quite a handsome young prince, and Elsa imagined that this fact would only become more true with time.

Stepping forward, she closed her eyes as she leaned up and gently placed a kiss on his lips.

At the feeling of her lips on his, Johan opened his eyes and stared down at her in shock. She looked up at him with her crystal blue eyes, her expression unreadable, as he tried to process what had just happened.

He felt her slip the note into his hand, and he looked at it for a moment before he started to open it.

"Wait," Elsa whispered. He stopped and looked back at her. "Don't read it until after you've left Arendelle."

Johan paused for a moment, unsure, but then he nodded. A small smile formed on Elsa's face.

"You've been a good friend, Johan," she said. "I just want you to be able to leave here knowing that I care about you too, and that will never change."

She tried to hold her composure as she wiped a tear off of his face with her gloved hand. She felt a tear slip down her own cheek, and he lifted his hand to her face and brushed it away with his thumb.

"I will miss you," Elsa said. "More than you know."

As if on instinct, Johan leaned down and kissed her again, feeling as though he were floating on air. After a moment or two, Elsa pulled away and backed into her room. By the time he opened his eyes, she had once again disappeared behind the door.

He stood there for a few moments, his mind still trying to catch up with what just happened. He looked at the note that she had placed in his hand. As tempting as it was to read it now, he intended to keep his promise to Elsa and not read it until he left.

Sighing, he put the note in his pocket and walked back to his room.

Elsa felt content as she lay back down on her bed. Now, if she never saw him again, she will have said what she needed to say.


Read on, write on, dream on. -bandgeek63