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Chapter 12

But you, make wanna act like a girl

Paint my nails and wear high heels,

Yes you, make me so nervous

That I just can't hold your hand

"Heart attack"

-Demi Lovato

"Ouch!" I pull away from Elsa's nimble fingers, rubbing the back of my head. "What the hell are you doing back there?"

"Brushing this mane you call hair. Honestly Anna, if you took better care of it, it wouldn't hurt this much," she quips, pulling me back and running the brush through my hair again.

"Maybe you shouldn't try to rip it off my head," I mumble, and I hear her chuckle.

After a few more strokes, she begins pulling my hair up into an intricate bun, leaving my bangs down.

As she works, I fidget with the hem of the dress she forced me into.

I hate dresses.

I tried to explain this to her, multiple times, but she wouldn't have it.

Something about 'dressing the part.'

I think she just enjoys watching me suffer.

"Stop messing with it," she reprimands me, "You'll wrinkle it."

I sigh, but do as she says.

We sit in silence for a moment, before she starts to hum as she continues to work on my hair.

It's incredibly soothing now that all the kinks are worked out.

I wonder what she would sound like if she sang.

I bet it would be amazing.

After a few more minutes, she finishes, and I move to stand, but she pushes down on my shoulders, stopping me.

"Not yet," she says, "I still have to do your make-up."

I groan.

What am I? Her personal Barbie doll?

"Apparently," I mutter aloud.

"Apparently what?" Elsa asks and examines an eye-shadow brush.

"Oops!" I chuckle nervously. "Didn't mean to say that out loud."

Elsa laughs lightly, the sound bringing a sympathetic grin to my lips. "You mean you actually manage to not say some things out loud? And they say after marriage, all the mystery and magic is gone."

"Hey!" I protest. "I filter…some things. And well you're magical, so that doesn't make sense anyway. And wait, hold on, what the heck, did you just—" I say and my eyes go wide when I'm able to process what she's just said. "Marriage!?"

Elsa laughs again. "Well we are married in this world, Anna. Close your eyes so I can put on eye-shadow"

"Yeah," I concede as I obey her. "Obviously, but that doesn't mean you and me, I mean, that I'm, that-that you're—"

I hear Elsa snicker and I realize she's been egging me on.

I open my eyes.

Glaring.

That'll teach her.

"Don't give me that face," Elsa still wears an unforgiveable smirk. "You're my wife. Deal with it."

"No," I deadpan.

Elsa unsheathes a lipstick somewhere between the shades of I-would-never-wear-that red and holy-Christ-is-that pink and arches a brow. "No?"

"No," I say stubbornly. "I'm not the Princess Consort and I'm not your wife. We've only known each other for two months!"

Then Elsa does something so dangerous, so evil I can't believe it.

She pouts.

She actually pouts.

There's puppy-dog eyes.

And a pucker.

Fuck that pucker.

"Stop that," I roll my eyes.

It only gets worse somehow when she blinks her eyes at me several times.

"Ugggghh! Okay, I'll be your wife! Here. Just here in Arendelle!" I scowl.

Elsa grins and chuckles to herself. "Would it really be so bad to be married to me? You'd be rich, you know."

"Show off," I still glare, crossing my arms and narrowing my glare further.

I can't believe her pout worked.

Bitch.

"And powerful," she continues, almost in a whisper.

It's then that I realize she's tracing my lips with the lipstick and those stupid lips of hers are in a sympathetic pucker again about an inch away from mine.

Damn. It.

Why does this chick have to be so freakin' gorgeous?

Why?

I mean, she's put me through a lot of shit.

But…

Elsa gives me a half smile, still a mere inch away and I swear I can feel her wintry breath, almost taste it.

Not cool.

Heh.

She brushes my cheek with the back of her fingers and leans in, humming.

Is she going to...?

I mean, I guess we're…married…and even in my world, we have known each other for a while and…

My eyes begin to flutter shut and I find myself leaning in as well, my heart racing.

I realize I want this.

Like, really want this.

At some point, I stop breathing.

Elsa hums again, taking my other cheek in her palm. "Hmmm…"

God, that voice.

"Maybe a little blush."

She's gone before I know what's happening—or rather, not happening—and I nearly fall over when our lips don't meet. "Ahh!" I yelp before I'm able to collect myself.

I stand, still in shock at how, how…cruel she is!

Elsa finds the blush and her eyes are innocent when they meet my renewed glare. "Did you stumble, dear?"

My cheeks are so red, I'm sure I don't need the blush anymore.

"I was just—I mean, I wasn't—I, uh…You were leaning in too!"

Elsa bursts into a fit at my words.

Perma-blush it is.

"Shut up," I mutter. "Tease."

Elsa grins and dabs a smidgen of blush on my cheeks. "I'm simply demonstrating yet another perk to our marriage."

I swat her and she gapes mockingly at me. "You dare lay a hand on your queen?"

"If Her Royal Pain in the Ass deserves it," I smirk.

"Careful," she grins. "You're Mrs. Royal Pain in the Ass," Elsa waves her hand and brings me close with a chilly gust forcing me forward at my back and before I know it her lips are on mine.

I'm so surprised at first, I don't react.

My mind just kind of…short circuits.

Then, I realize what's happening, and my eyes flutter shut once again.

I forget why I'm supposed to be upset with her. Something about…

You know what, I really don't care.

Cause I've been waiting for this—daydreaming about this—for weeks, and now that it's finally here, it's better than I ever imagined.

Colder, I admit to myself, but soooo much better. She tastes like winter and…home.

This is the best damn kiss I've ever had.

The kiss is brief and my eyes remain shut, my lips still in a slight pucker after it's finished.

I hear Elsa chuckle softly and feel her take my cheek in her palm once more. "There. Now I'm not a tease anymore."

"Mmm hmmm," I agree, shaking my head as I open my eyes to gaze into hers.

I can't really form words yet.

"You okay?" she chuckles again.

"Uh hum!" I clear my throat, taking a step back.

I can probably do the whole word-forming thing better if I'm not up against her.

I shake my head to clear my thoughts and nod. "Yeah, um…"

I can't help the soft smile that forms. "I'm great."

"Good," Elsa smiles. "Then let's go."

"Go?" I tilt my head in question. "Go where?"

Gerda interrupts, appearing at the door of the ginormous closet Elsa's been keeping me in for the past several hours.

"Your Majesty, Your Highness, the guests are waiting for you," she says with a smile.

"Very well, Gerda," Elsa answers, "We'll be down in a minute. Anna just needs to finish her make-up."

Gerda bows, and exits the closet.

"What guests?" I ask, turning to Elsa.

She smirks, moving to finish applying blush to my still-red cheeks. "Guests of the ball of course."

What!?

.

"Ball! What ball!?" I squeak.

"You didn't think that the people would really just let their missing Princess returning go without a celebration, did you?" she chuckles, putting away the several make-up containers.

"But, but, Elsa! I'm not ready! What do I say? What do I do? I can't just go out there all willy nilly and—" Elsa silences me with another chaste kiss, causing my mind to have a mini meltdown.

She pulls away, and I get the impression that's she's been wanting to do that for a while now.

Kiss me, I mean.

"You'll be fine, Anna," she says, looking me in the eye. "Just stay next to me tonight. I'll guide you through any encounter's we may have."

"O-okay," I say, still a little shaky.

She smiles, and begins to pull me towards the exit.

"Wait!" I exclaim, suddenly remembering something Gerda told me.

Elsa pauses, turning back and raising an eyebrow at me. "Yes?"

"W-well," I stammer, tucking an invisible stray hair behind my ear, "if I remember correctly, Gerda told me t-that the, uh, King…who I assume was your dad…was with me when I…'drowned'"

Elsa frowns, and I can see it's still a difficult topic for her. "You are correct. My father was with you when the ship went down, though he is obviously alive, his other half being a testament to that. What does it matter?" she asks, clearly confused by my question.

"U-um, well, it's just…what if someone asks what happened? Or where I've been? Or where the King is? I-I can't answer those questions, Els," I reply, looking down at my feet.

Elsa pauses for a moment, considering the predicament.

Apparently she hadn't thought about that.

Then her eyes light up with an idea.

"We'll just have to tell them you forgot. Suffered a head injury," she says, and my jaw hits the floor.

"Seriously Els? A head injury? That's the best you can come up with?" I say, exasperated.

"Do you have a better idea?" she asks teasingly.

I roll my eyes, but shake my head.

"No," I huff.

She smirks triumphantly.

"Then that's what we'll say. Simplicity is sometimes best, Anna," she says, and I fight back another eye roll.

She continues to lead me out of the closet, but stops suddenly.

"Oh! I almost forgot!" she says, walking over to the nightstand.

"Forgot what?" I ask, following her.

She smiles at me, before opening a drawer and reaching in. Whatever she pulls out is small, hiding in her closed fist.

She walks over to me, and opens her hand, showing me what lay on her palm.

"This," she says softly, and I gasp.

There, on her hand, is a beautiful white gold wedding band.

"You forgot it when you boarded the ship. At first, I was upset that you had left it, but when the ship went down…I was glad that I had this as a reminder…" she says just as quiet.

She holds out her hand, and I realize what she wants.

"E-Elsa…I-I can't wear that! I-it's…it's, you know, hers," I stammer, my face cherry red.

Elsa smiles at me, but says nothing. She just continues to hold out her hand, waiting for me to take the ring.

I blush even more, if it's even possible.

I mean, I guess technically it's mine but…I just don't know that I'd feel right wearing it.

"Elsa…" I say uncertainly.

She sighs, and, before I realize what's happening, she grabs my left hand and slides it onto my ring finger.

It's a perfect fit.

I freeze, my hand still held out in front of me.

At first…I don't know how to react.

I mean, there's a freaking wedding ring on my finger!

But, the more I examine it, there more it just feels…right.

God, this is too weird.

After a few seconds, Elsa clears her throat, and I realize she's waiting for me to say something.

"Oh!" I say, jolted out of my meanderings. "It's, uh, it's beautiful, Els. Really! But…a-are you sure?"

She smiles at me again before pulling me into another kiss, this one soft and loving.

Just like with the others, I melt the second her lips touch mine.

If being 'married' to her means I get to do this more often, well, I think I might just be okay with that.

I swear she's the best damn kisser I've ever met.

I can't help a small groan of protest when I feel her pull away to lean her forehead on mine.

"I'm sure," she says, and it takes me a moment to remember what she supposed to be sure about. "Now come on, our guests are waiting."

I groan in complaint once again as Elsa pulls me out of the bedroom, and leads me down a long hallway.

As we make our way to the ballroom, I look around in awe.

This place is awesome!

I makes her office look like a freaking toy house!

Elsa chuckles at me as I 'ooh' and 'ah' at my surroundings.

Suddenly, we stop, and I notice we are in front of two large doors.

Elsa, still holding my hand, pulls me closer to her and pulls my arm through hers.

"Here we go," she whispers into my ear, just as I hear trumpets on the other side of the doors.

Suddenly they swing open, and I gasp.

There are soooo many people!

I've never seen this many people in one place before! And I live in New York!

I duck my head, feeling incredibly self-conscious as every single eye in the room fixes on us the second the doors open.

"I present to you, Her Majesty, Queen Elsa, and Her Highness, Princess Consort Anna!" announces one of the servants next to the doors.

As soon as he does, the room erupts into cheers, causing me to flinch at the influx of sound.

I feel Elsa tug at my arm as she begins to walk us forward.

"Head held high, Anna," I hear her quietly instruct as she glides through the crowd.

I quickly do as she says, trying not to blush as everyone stares at us.

Finally, we make it to the dual thrones.

Elsa turns us to face the crowd, and raises our joined hands into the air.

"Let the ball begin!" she announces, and everyone cheers once more as the music starts and several servants bring out enormous trays of food and drink for everyone to enjoy.

Elsa turns to me, and brings our intertwined hands to her lips, placing a gentle kiss on my knuckles.

"Relax," she giggles, "Just think of it as a large party."

"Biggest freaking party I've ever been too," I mutter, causing her to chuckle again.

She waves her hand to get one of the server's attention.

He quickly makes his way over and bows before us. "How may I serve you, Your Majesty, You Highness?"

"Can you bring us a tray of those delectable looking truffles over there?" Elsa points to one of the tables.

My eyes follow her finger, and my jaw drops as I take in the enormous table that is absolutely covered in chocolates of all kinds.

Oh. My. God.

I've died and gone to heaven.

It takes all of my willpower not to just rush over there and stuff my face, though I have a feeling that no one would stop me.

"Of course, Your Majesty," says the server with another bow, before he makes his way over to the table.

I'm practically bouncing when he returns with a tray laden with several different types of chocolate, along with a standing tray to place it on.

He sets down the treasure, and bows once more, before departing to continue his duties.

The second he leaves, I nearly pounce on the tray, but Elsa, seeming to have realized what I'm about to do, holds me back.

"Easy, Anna," she smirks, "the chocolate's not going anywhere."

I blush for the umpteenth time that evening, sticking my tongue out at her.

Elsa laughs and picks up a truffle, holding it out to me.

I start to take it, but she pulls it out of my reach, a devious smile on her lips.

She holds the truffle out once more, and I narrow my eyes before slowly reaching for it again.

And again, she pulls it away, her smirk only widening.

I pause for a second, before I realize what it is she wants.

My eyes go wide.

No.

Oh no.

I'm not doing that.

Nope.

Not gonna happen.

Elsa raises an eyebrow expectantly, and my cheeks light up. Again.

I huff, and turn away, reaching for another chocolate, but she steps in front of me, blocking the tray.

I glare at her, and we stay like that in a silent stand off for a few moments, neither of us willing to yield.

When it becomes obvious that she is just as stubborn as I am, I sigh, and, begrudgingly, I open my mouth.

Elsa smirks in triumph, and gently places the truffle on my tongue.

She begins to withdraw her fingers, but I'm not going to let her get away that easy.

I trap her fingers between my lips, and lick the chocolate from them, startling the Queen.

Her eyes grow wide, and she turns a shade of red I never knew existed.

I release her, and smirk as I finish the truffle, watching as she visibly swallows.

See? I tease too.

"Uh hum!" I hear someone cough, effectively breaking the moment.

We swivel around, both looking incredibly guilty.

"K-Kai!" stammers Elsa, addressing the older man standing in front of us. "What do you need?"

If I wasn't so embarrassed myself, I would laugh at how flustered the Queen appeared.

The man smiles knowingly, before answering her. "Your Majesty, Your Highness, may I present, the Duke of Weasel town—"

"Weasleton! It's Weasleton! How many times do I have to tell you!?"

I jump at the intettuption, only now noticing the small man standing next to Kai.

When I look at him, I immediately recognize that damn toupee.

I narrow my eyes, my mouth falling into a frown.

Elsa notices my expression, and lightly elbows me in the ribs—a not so subtle hint to let me know to behave.

She gives me a worried look, questioning me with her eyes, before turning back to the short man.

"Duke," she greets, nodding her head.

"Your Majesty," He bows, and both Elsa and I almost burst into giggles when his toupee flips over, revealing his bald spot.

It gets harder to not laugh when he doesn't seem to notice.

He rises, and the toupee settles back into place as if nothing happened.

"I was wonder if, perhaps, I could have a dance with you, Your Majesty. That is, if your wife doesn't mind," he says, glancing at me.

I'm about to answer him, but Elsa speaks first.

"Oh, I'm sorry Duke, I don't dance," she says, and I'm glad that she won't be leaving my side.

"But my wife does."

…

Wait, what!?

My jaw drops.

What the hell, Elsa!?

I start to protest, but the Duke pulls me out to the dance floor before I can get a word out.

We stop in the middle of the floor, and he starts 'dancing.'

At least I think it can be considered dancing.

Really, it's just him hopping around like an idiot.

Fortunately, this means I don't have to do much more than sway back and forth.

Unfortunately, it also means that the Weasel keeps stepping on my feet.

"Like a chicken with the face of a monkey, I fly!" he exclaims, before coming down hard on my right foot.

"Ow!" I hiss, but he doesn't notice as he continues his 'dance.'

Suddenly, he pulls me in, and dips me.

I squeak in surprise at my new angle, and see Elsa giggling, covering her mouth with her hand.

"Sorry," she mouths, looking anything but.

I glare playfully at her, before the Duke pulls me back up.

Finally, after a few more minutes and several bruised toes, I am able to escape the tiny man.

Panting, I make my way back to Elsa's side.

"What the heck!" I exclaim as she laughs at me.

"I'm sorry, Anna, but I just couldn't resist. The look on your face!" she laughs, wiping tears from her eyes.

I huff, crossing my arms, trying to keep the smile off my face.

I don't succeed.

"Well, to make up for it, now you owe me a dance," I say, and Elsa abruptly stops laughing, her face paling.

"Uh, Anna, I wasn't lying when I said I don't dance," she says shakily.

Nope, she's not getting out of this one.

Not after what I just went through.

"Well that's just too bad, because you," I point at her, "are going to dance with me. No if's, and's, or but's."

I start moving towards her, and she takes a step back, eyes going wide. "Anna…"

I smirk, and reach for her wrist, when I hear a familiar voice.

"Anna!"

I turn towards the voice, and I get a glimpse of shaggy blond hair, before I am engulfed in a massive bear hug.

"Kristoff…air…air!" I gasp.

He chuckles and sets me down.

"It's good to see you up and about, Sis! You had me a little worried there," he says, placing a hand on my shoulder.

Despite his comment, I can see how relieved he looks.

I can also see the tears he's trying to hold back.

Then it hits me.

Not only did Elsa lose her wife, but Kristoff lost a sister.

A sister who, by the looks of it, he was very close to.

I feel a twinge in my chest, and tears prick at my eyes, but don't fall.

I smile and pull him into another, gentler, hug.

"It's good to see you too, Kris," I say, and I feel him hold me a little tighter.

We pull away, and he tries—and fails—to discretely wipe away a tear, before speaking again.

"So what did I interrupt? Elsa looks like she's about to have a heart attack," he chuckles, and Elsa glares at him.

"Well," I giggle, "I was trying to get her to dance with me."

"Anna, you two haven't danced since your wedding, and you had to fight her every step of the way to get her to agree to that. What makes you think this time will be any different?" he asks, and my eyebrows disappear into my bangs, but I refrain from answering.

Instead, I turn to Elsa, and waggle my eyebrows. "I think I can change her mind."

Elsa looks like she can't decide whether to be angry with me or afraid of me as Kristoff bursts into laughter.

"Well I'll let you two fight it out. I need to check on Sven anyways. You know how he can get around a lot of people," he chuckles.

He gives me one last hug before leaving me and Elsa alone—kind of—once more.

"Check on Sven? He's never had a problem with large crowds before…" I ask Elsa.

"Well, here he can get a little skittish. Plus, the staff hates it when we let animals in the castle," replies Elsa.

Animals?

What?

"What do you mean by that?" I ask, thoroughly confused, and a little offended for my friend.

Elsa raises an eyebrow at me. "Sven's your brother's pet reindeer, Anna. It's not very sanitary to let him wonder around the food, you know."

"Reindeer!? What do you mean he's a reindeer!?" I exclaim.

"Of course he's a reindeer. What else would he be?" she ask, exasperated.

"Um, I don't know, maybe a human!" I respond.

Elsa looks at me like I've lost my marbles.

"Human?" she ask.

"Yes, human! At least, that's what he is in my reality," I say.

Elsa brings her hand to her chin in thought.

"Huh," she says. "That's new. I've never seen nor heard of a soul turning into two different species before. But I suppose it's possible."

"So…Sven's a reindeer?" I ponder it. Elsa nods her head. "Does he at least talk?"

Elsa laughs. "No, though your brother does this thing where he talks for him. It's really quite strange, actually."

I join her in laughter.

"And Sven—my Sven—always did have this strange obsession with reindeers," I say shaking my head, "I guess that explains it."

We laugh again for a few more moments at the absurdity of it all.

"So," I say, still chuckling, "How about that dance?"

Elsa freezes. "Anna…"

"Oh come on, Elsa. It'll be fun!" I say and she grimaces. "What's the problem?"

She looks at her hands and mumbles something.

"What was that? I couldn't quite hear you," I tease.

Elsa huffs. "I said I can't dance, Anna. Happy now?"

My eyes widen at her confession.

"What do you mean you can't dance?" I exclaim, "You're the Queen! Isn't that like, a requirement or something?"

Elsa turns her head, face red, and glares at the wall, arms crossed.

"Well I'm sorry for not being picture perfect," she huffs.

I can tell she's incredibly embarrassed, and I feel kind of bad.

"Elsa," I say, trying to look into her eyes. "Elsa, hey. Come on, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you."

She looks at me sheepishly, and I smile real big.

She smiles back, and I take her hands.

"Come on, I'll teach you," I say, still trying to coax her out.

She looks at me worriedly. "I-I don't know, Anna. They tried teaching me for our wedding but I still ended up stepping on your toes multiple times. It was so embarrassing."

I chuckle and cup her cheek. "That's because I didn't teach you."

She avoids my eyes, and I duck to meet her gaze.

"Please?" I ask softly.

She hesitates, before nodding her head, and I squeal in delight.

I pull her out to the dance floor, noticing how the crowd is murmuring as they watch us.

Obviously, they know about Elsa's dancing abilities.

I feel Elsa's unease, and glare at the whispering nobles, causing them to look away.

Good.

Assholes.

We reach the floor, and I take her hand in mine, moving her other hand to my shoulder as I grab her waist, pulling her in tight.

I suddenly realize that the ballroom has gone completely silent, and everyone's eyes are on us.

"Anna, I don't know about this…" says Elsa nervously.

I shush her and shoot a glare at the orchestra.

The conductor squeaks and quickly starts a classic waltz.

Damn right.

"Alright Els," I say, looking back at her, "Just follow my lead."

I almost laugh at the terrified look on her face as I take one step, then two.

It's a little awkward at first, mostly because she's taller, yet I'm the one leading, but eventually we find an easy rhythm.

As we move, I notice she keeps her eyes on her feet, muttering to herself. "…two, three…one, two, three…"

I laugh, and grab her chin, forcing her to look up at me.

"Hey, just relax. You're doing fine," I say, smiling at her. "See?"

She half smiles back as we glide effortlessly around the ballroom.

I don't understand what all the fuss was, she's doing just fine.

She even starts to enjoy herself, smiling even wider as I speed up the pace.

After a few more moments, I grow confident enough to spin her out, then back, causing her to laugh in exhilaration.

As we dance, my vision narrows until all I see is her.

She's so beautiful. And Amazing. And…and…man, I really want to kiss her.

…so why don't I?

She's my wife right?

So what's stopping me?

Nothing.

I lean in and place a gentle kiss on her lips, causing her to squeak in surprise, before melting into the kiss.

She pulls away, and rests her forehead on mine. "I love you."

My heart stops. Did she…?

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