This was a request I got on Tumblr (even though it only asked for a tickle fight between Elsa and Hans)

Tickle Fight

Elsa loved her husband very much, even though his snoring woke her up nearly every morning. Even though she was used to it and an early riser in general, she had a little routine of revenge to punish him for it.

That morning she had something special in mind for the revenge. Her Queenly duties would be significantly less that day due to working extra yesterday but she got no opportunity to sleep in thanks to the rumbling from the body next to her. Now awake, she sat up and briefly played with her messy braid before looking at the sleeping man and smirking. She put herself in position and pounced at him.

"Wake up!" Hans screamed and Elsa giggled loudly, falling back onto the mattress.

"You!" The man growled, starting to tickle her. The woman screamed with laughter, barely able to speak. "Say you're sorry. Say it!"

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I'm sorry." She laughed and the man stopped, falling back down.

"Now I can't go back to sleep." He whined, barely reacting when Elsa slammed a pillow against his face lightly.

"That's what you get for snoring." She chuckled breathlessly. Hans glanced at her and rolled over to give her a kiss.

"Charge!" They heard and a moment later, Isabella and Lukas jumped onto the bed and dashed for their father, the two assaulting him with tickles.

"Traitors!" Hans laughed, failing to get his children off of him and starting to laugh louder when Elsa joined.

"You don't wake Mommy!" Lukas belted out, his shouts turning into screams when his father managed to worm his arm around the child and began to tickle him. He repeated the same for Isabella.

"Not my children!" Elsa played along, attempting to pull the squealing children free.

"Cease your tickling and I will release them." Hans replied in the best impression of a villain he could muster, it coming out sloppily because of his laughter.

"Mommy!" Elsa watched them but eventually ceased her tickling, the man promptly releasing the children, the youngest crawling back to his mother.

"Daddy got mean tickle fingers." Lukas told his mother, the woman chuckling and placing a kiss on his head.

"That he does but your tickle fingers are just as mean!" The boy giggled,

"I come attack Daddy again in the morning!"

"Shh!" Isabella hissed at her brother but it was too late; Hans had already figured out their plan.

"Did you two rascals plan with your mother to torture me this way?" Isabella shook her head but Lukas, scatterbrained as he was for a three-year-old, nodded. The man paused before grabbing his children.

"Traitors!" And the tickle battle ensued once more.