"*Ahem*…"

Nurse Olden was boring her eyes into Kristen. She was not pleased, tapping her finger on her desk, just waiting, making Kristen cringe with every tap.

"An explanation? Right, right. Uhmm…so…"

Think…think!

She just could not get comfortable in her chair. Kristen was in the Head Nurse Practitioner's office sitting across from Nurse Olden, who looked menacing behind her desk. Kristen felt small. "So…right. Uhh so I meant it to be part of the job, it was all professional, cuz…cuddling reduces overall stress and anxiety."

Nurse Olden cocked an eyebrow. Kristen gulped. She felt a ramble start to gurgle up her throat. "S-so I read in the textbook that cuddling releases oxytocin, w-which I'm sure you know what it is. But just in case, it's the hormone that makes you feel good and is supposed to increase your overall happi-"

"I am aware of what oxytocin is Nurse Bergesen."

"R-right of course I'm sorry. A-and-and endorphins. Cuddling releases endorphins too…I read. Which is the hormone that your body releases after you exercise. That's why you feel good after you exercise or eat chocolate. And...oh wait…I just remembered another thing for oxytocin, so an increase in oxytocin reduces blood pressure, which reduces your risk of heart disease, which the risk is higher for people with anxiety…so I guess you can pretty much say that I was saving her life…in the long run."

Wow too much of a stretch reeeeel it back just reel it back…

Nurse Olden still had her eyebrow cocked. She was not amused nor convinced. "So you've read the textbook." She sighed. "Nurse Bergesen, this is your first and only warning. From what I've gathered from the body guards, it seems like that what they saw was too intimate and slightly inappropriate for an N.N.. I don't care what benefits or treatments you claim to be purporting in this argument of yours. I'm sure you are aware of the consequences, and that I will not have to repeat them. Am I making myself clear?"

"Yes yes of course I completely understand."

Finished, Nurse Olden started attending to the paperwork in front of her. "You're dismissed."

Thank goodness. Kristen quickly got up from her chair and turned around hurry out of her office.

"Wait."

Shoot what now? She slowly turned around.

"You may have heard that we are expecting the czarista's son from Serbia soon. He is coming as an ambassador for Serbia to speak of future shipping and trading agreements with Miss Elsa."

Nurse Olden leaned back into her chair. "The last time Elsa participated in a diplomatic relations meeting, it didn't go very well. We are thinking about adding an N.N. into the mix to perhaps help her with her neurosis during these meetings. So, in addition to her fiancé, you are to join her when the czar comes."

Kristen felt uneasy. She didn't feel prepared to be amongst such important people. Nurse Olden sensed her uncertainty. "Don't worry. You won't have to say anything. Just be there for Miss Elsa just in case she has any needs. You will be standing beside the body guards. Do not speak unless asked to be spoken with and to. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Nurse Olden. I understand."

"Good. Thank you for coming in. Good luck."

"Are you sure?" Kristen sat on the sofa anxiously bouncing her legs up and down. She didn't feel prepared for this. She heard Elsa's distant voice from the walk-in closet. "Yea. I want you to sit next to me. You can sit on my right, since Hans will be sitting on my left."

They were moments away before leaving for the diplomatic session with the future czar. She was nervous about a variety of things, including meeting Elsa's fiancé. Elsa had rarely spoken of him. "Okay I'm done."

Wow…

Elsa had walked out in her regimental uniform appropriate for when meeting other ambassadors and diplomats. She had on dark navy blue pants with a single narrow gold streak running up the outer sides of her pant legs. Her top dress coat was white with gold buttons lining down the front, clasping her coat securely around her body. Her shoulders were adorned with gold fabric ornamental shoulder pieces bordered with blue, and three small medals each of different hue hung valiantly from her left breast pocket. A blue and gold textile sash ran it's way from her right shoulder down to her left side, disappearing under her left arm.

"We have the same colored shoes." Elsa said as she approached Kristen, kicking out her white shoes in front of her.

Kristen was speechless. She'd been used to seeing Elsa in grey sweat pants and a v-tank most of the time. She was floored right now. She truly looked like royalty.

Kristen suddenly felt very small."Y-your highness…I mean…you look amazing Elsa."

Your highness? Here we go again…you mumbling idiot.

She saw Elsa let herself fall back into the sofa, ending up in a slouching position. "I hate these meetings. At least I'll have you there this time."

Right then, they heard the chamber doors open and the bodyguard speak. "Miss Elsa, your fiancé Hans has arrived."

Moments earlier, Hans had been making his way down the long hall carrying the white gloves both him and Elsa were to wear to the meeting. He skidded to a halt to check himself out in a mirror.

Mom would be proud.

And his mother was proud. She was finally proud. Hans couldn't be happier with the situation. Ideally, Elsa would be in love with him, or at least show some kind of interest, but this was good enough. It was enough to be living in the chateâu and to be living the royal life he'd always dreamed of.

He checked out his backside, then spun to the front. He was wearing a similar uniform that Elsa wore, adorned with the same gold decorations and sash, but his was all navy blue, signifying that his ranking was lower than hers of course. He didn't have any medals though, but maybe one day he would.

Deciding he was happy with what he saw, Hans finally pried his eyes from off his reflection and continued down the hallway. He remembered that today it wouldn't be just him and Elsa. One of the new N.N.'s would be joining them. He was fine with that, he didn't care all that much. He heard one of them looked like Anna.

As he approached the door, he commanded to the bodyguard. "Tell Miss Elsa her fiancé is here."

"Yes sir."

Hans straightened out his uniform as he opened the door.

"Miss Elsa, your fiancé Hans has arrived."

Hans strut through the door. "Elsa m'darling I have your gloves that-"

When he saw her, he felt an icy ripple shoot through his body. He clapped his hand to his mouth as he staggered backwards, eyes wide with a mixture of shock and fear. He dropped the gloves as he rammed hard into one of the body guards.

"Mister Hans, are you alright?"

Impossible!

There she was, Anna in the flesh, staring at him from across the room with a confused facial expression. "Mister Hans, are you alright?" she called out in concern. Both of her and Elsa started walking towards him. Hans backed up even more into the bodyguard.

"I know right? Looks exactly like her. I had a hard time at the beginning too." Elsa said as she picked up the gloves from the floor. Hans's mind was racing.

There is no way...do they know? Does Elsa know?

He saw Elsa start putting on her white gloves. "Hans meet Nurse Bergeson. She's the N.N. that will be accompanying us in the meeting today."

Anna shyly put out her hand. "An honor to meet you sir."

Hans was shaking vigorously, his brow starting to bead with sweat. He tried to frantically put the pieces together.

Focus…focus. Remember, she lost her memory. Bergeson...her and Kristoff's fake last name. She has no idea. Neither of them have any idea. Do they? No, impossible. Just a sick fucking coincidence this is…how did Kristoff let this happen?!

Hans started to calm down a bit. Elsa handed him his pair of gloves. "She looks identical to Anna, right?"

Anna brought down her hand because the handshake hadn't been reciprocated.

Hans was still shaking. "N-n-nurse Bergeson. A p-pleasure." Focus Hans. Get yourself together. We'll make sense of this after the meeting. I have to talk to Kristoff. Hans gathered himself together. "Wow…uhmm…*ahem*. She really does look like Anna. I mean…not identical, but I can see the resemblance."

Elsa replied, "See I thought they look identical, but you know me and my imagination. My mind just likes to play tricks on me. Shall we?"

Elsa started heading out the door. Hans stared in disbelief at Anna, who looked up at him but quickly brought her head down and hurriedly followed Elsa out the door.

Fuck….how did this happen!?

The tension in the room was so thick it could be cut with a knife. Han's pits were damp with sweat. He looked over to Elsa sitting next to him, clearly looking uncomfortable. He leaned back and peered cautiously over at Anna. She had been silent for the whole meeting so far.

Across the table from them, the czarista's son cleared his throat, but didn't' say anything. They were sitting in the grand conference room at a mahogany table and were supposed to be discussing their trade agreements, but it was going terribly. It was apparent the czarista's son was awkward and uncooperative with his communication. The small talk was painfully short and ended just as it began. The future czar sat silently, looking around at the room while his fiancé next to him sat and stared blankly at Elsa.

All of them jumped when they heard a small yap from the bag that was next to the czarista's son on the ground.

"Shush Mascha!"

The czarista's son, Stojan, angrily looked down at the bag. Embarrassed, he looked up at the three in front of him. "My apologies," he said in a thick accent. "My dog companion is restless."

Elsa replied, "No problem at all Stojan."

Another uncomfortable silence settled in the room. After a while, Hans was surprised to hear Anna's voice pipe up. "I love animals. What kind of dog is it?"

"Šarplaninac," Stojan replied nervously.

Anna cocked her head.

Stojan quickly mumbled something into his fiancé's ear. His fiancé then turned to them and said, "In English, it's translated Illyrian Sheepdog. He's just puppy now."

"Aww can we see him?" Hans saw Anna whip her head and looked at Elsa, giving her an apologetic look, remembering she wasn't supposed to talk. Hans was disappointed to see Elsa give her an encouraging nod.

Stojan chuckled. "Yes, of course." He reached down into the bag. "Dolaze ovde i biti ljubazan Mascha."

He lifted a very fluffy puppy up and out of the bag onto the table. It looked dazed for a little, staring around at its environment. It started sniffing the table.

"Ohhh! It's adorable! Come here lil' puppy!" Anna reached out tapped the table with her fingers.

"She's beautiful," Elsa chimed in.

"Thank you. Her name is Mascha. The Serbian ruler gave to me as gift."

Hans felt like he needed to contribute to the conversation. "Your father likes dogs?" Suddenly Elsa shot a sharp look at Hans. Stojan replied. "No, my mother is the ruler of Serbia, not my father. Czarista."

"Oh, my mistake." Shit. Hans was embarrassed at his sexist assumption. He was supposed to have studied and known everything about their guests today. He looked back at the dog, who was now playing with Anna's fingers, playfully attacking them.

"I did some research before me and my boyfriend got a dog," Anna said. "I think I remember the Illyrian Sheepdog is very brave and protective. My dog, unfortunately is the opposite. We adopted Sven, that's his name, from the pound. He's a tiny little Chihuahua and trembles at everything and anything." She giggled.

Hans rolled his eyes. The future czar looked amused. "Really? I seen Chi-wa-wa? They look…like rat." He chuckled.

Anna laughed. "You're right about that. They're just basically big, trembling rats." The whole table chuckled except Hans.

Elsa spoke. "May I ask Stojan, why did you bring him along on the trip? If I had such a delightful companion, I would love bringing my pet on trips also."

Stojan looked down and folded his hands on the table. "Erm, he helps...calm me? I-I have some…" He whispered something into his fiancé's ear again. "He has some anxieties," she said. "The dog helps calm his anxieties."

Hans saw Elsa and Anna look at each other and smile widely. "I totally understand," Elsa said with a knowing smile.

The meeting lasted for an hour, much longer than anticipated. After the first few awkward minutes, the rest of the time was spent in interesting discussion talking about dogs and common anxiety problems, ending with a successful trade and shipping treaty. Learning that the beautiful Elsa also had anxiety problems, Stojan immediately relaxed and opened up, allowing an interaction of lively discussion between the four of them. And not only that, but the czarista's son also opened up the possibility about a military partnership, which was way beyond the scope of Elsa's responsibility. Elsa confidently discussed the details with the Serbian couple, and before they knew it, Serbia and Arendelle had a confirmed military alliance. The meeting was a huge success to all of Arendelle. Well, to everyone except for Hans.

Hans hadn't said a word the whole time. He had spent most of the time with his fists clenched in frustration. Anna had out performed him…again.

The three of them had just finished eating lunch in the royal dining hall with the Chief General of the Arendelle Military. Word had gotten around the government fast about the success of the meeting. They were in the chateáu hallway walking towards Elsa's room.

"Wow it's really shiny." Anna was looking down at a small opened veldt box, which held a small medallion similar to the ones Elsa was wearing on her uniform. Elsa had received it during lunch directly from the General himself as a token of gratitude for her efforts.

"I want you to have it," Elsa said to Anna. "You deserve it. If it weren't for you, I don't think the meeting would've gone the way it did."

Hans clenched his teeth. He started walking ahead of the two, unable to stand being next to Anna.

"No…no way. I can't accept something like this. You were the amazing one in there, doing all that negotiating and being all assertive and sexy. I MEAN...I mean, assertive and confident.

Elsa chuckled. "I want you to have it, please? It's the least I could do for all your help." Hans rolled his eyes. He couldn't bear it any longer, and he quickly spun around. "I'm going to go back to my room. I'll see you later." Elsa and Anna looked up at him startled. They'd obviously forgotten about his presence.

"Oh alright. Oh Hans wait...the General told us he wanted to throw us some kind of party. He said his son just opened some kind of club downtown and wanted us to go support it tonight. Can you make it?" Elsa asked.

"We'll see. See you later sweetheart." As he leaned down to kiss Elsa on the cheek, he turned his eyes sideways at Anna to make sure she was watching. She quickly turned away her gaze.

I'm her fiancé, got that?

Kristoff watched as Kristen pulled up a narrow, leather black pencil skirt that clung tightly around her waist and thighs. It ended well above her knees. He felt wary. "So...this employee only party...most of the hospital employees are going to be there? How many guys are there?"

"Don't worry sweetie. I promise I won't make out with any guys," Kristen joked. She took off her uniform top and pulled on a tight fitting tank top. It revealed a bit of her waist.

"How do I look?" She turned around. She looked hot as hell. She was wearing makeup and clubbing attire and Kristoff was almost speechless. "You look hot."

"Thanks. I hope these heels don't hurt my feet too much." At that moment there was a loud honk and a voice from outside. "Kristen we're gonna get drunk tonight woooooooo!"

"Oh geez that's my ride, Heidi. Gotta go! Bye sweetie." She quickly pecked Kristoff on the cheeks. Her perfume smelled delicious.

On the way out Kristoff heard her whistle a tune that sounded oddly familiar. He couldn't put his finger on it.

"Bye have fun." Kristoff called out.

She continued to whistle the tune outside until he heard the car door open, then slam close. He heard the rumbling of the car engine fade off into the distance.

Where have I heard that tune before?

His cell phone started to buzz on the bed.

Sounds so familiar…

And then, it him. His entire body went rigid. His mouth shot open, his eyes widening in panic.

My god!

His world began to spin. She was whistling the song Elsa had always played for Anna on the piano when they were younger.

How?! It's got to be a coincidence…

Kristoff reached out a trembling hand and picked up his buzzing phone. Heart pounding, he brought the phone to his ear. His stomach dropped when he heard who's voice it was.

"Kristoff. It's Hans. We need to talk."