Chapter 25

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Anna smiles. It's undeniably amusing to her to watch her boyfriend meet her new friend.

"So... Do you like ice?" Kristoff asks Marie. He's not exactly versed in the ways of casual polite conversation.

She raises her eyebrows and thinks. "Well, I live here, so it would be a bad situation to not remotely enjoy it. But I wouldn't base my life off of it, or anything. I'm more of a spring person."

Kristoff nods, seemingly uncomfortable. (People. Duh.) "Makes sense. I like ice."

"That's good." Marie smiles brightly. Kristoff returns a half smile. This is wonderful. Anna thinks, trying (and failing) not to laugh.

"So... How do you know Anna?" Kristoff asks.

"Oh, well, she crashed into a suit of armor, and I was there to help her fix it." Marie explains.

"Ah. Another victim fallen prey to Anna clumsiness." Kristoff smiles, now knowing exactly what to say. "You know, when I first met her, she threw at bag at my stomach."

Marie smiles gleefully. "Really?" She asks, raising an amused eyebrow.

"And one at my head."

"Well, she nearly crashed into some poor traveling merchant on horseback when I was out with her." Marie informs him. He laughs.

"That sounds like Anna. Very outgoing." Kristoff says. Wait, what? Anna thinks.

"Wait," Anna holds her arms up. "When did this conversation turn to me?"

"Well, you're the only thing we have in common. So..." Kristoff shrugs.

"Kristoff likes reindeer!" Anna says quickly. "Marie likes reindeer too."

"You really like reindeers?" The blond asks.

"I grew up with all sorts of animals. So yes, I do." Marie smiles.

"Nice." Kristoff nods again. "My bud Sven, he's a reindeer."

"That's nice." Marie states. Her gaze wanders to a nearby window. There's a bird perched on a branch.

"So... I'm gonna go get Sven some carrots. Either of you wanna come?" He looks at the two.

"Great idea!" Anna beams.

"I'd love to meet your reindeer." Marie gushes.

"Well, he's not my reindeer. I don't own him, that is." Kristoff clarifies. "We're more like... brothers."

"Brothers?" Marie raises another eyebrow. She looks at Anna who is wearing the same expression.

"That's a new way to see it, Kristoff." Anna says. She gets on her tippy toes to kiss him on the cheek, "But you're still cute." She adds.

"Aw." Marie smiles. "You two are so nice together." She tells them. And she agrees whole heartedly, even if it's a bit mushy at times. But mush is nice, too.

"Aw. Thank you Marie." Anna gushes.

Kristoff rolls his eyes. "What's that?" he puts a hand to his ear. "I think I hear Sven. Don't worry! I'm getting your carrots!" He calls back and quickly walks off.

Anna scoffs at him. But she smiles affectionately.

"He's a nice guy." Marie compliments.

"Yeah." Anna twirls her hair like a little school girl with her first crush. "He's great. Come on, let's go meet Sven. Oh and Olaf! You haven't seen him yet."

"Olaf's the animated snowman, right?" Marie asks.

"Yup. He hangs out with Sven. Sometimes. He could also be out in the square talking to people. Usually. He might even be playing with some of the children." Anna thinks about it.

"Let's go meet them then!" Marie says excitedly. "Look, you've got me all excited now." She grabs the shorter girl's hand and the two run off.

They stop just in front of the stable door, hearing Kristoff. Leaning over and shushing each other, the two girls listen in on the harvester and Sven.

"She's still as feisty as ever Sven." Kristoff says, offering Sven another carrot. The reindeer swallows it. "Share." Kristoff scolds. Sven spits it out, half a bite gone. That half Kristoff munches.

"Ew." Marie whispers.

"Shush." Anna whispers back.

"She's still a nice human?" Kristoff translates for Sven, who raises an eyebrow. "She won't curse or cheat you?"

"He talks to it?" Marie asks.

"Yes, now shush!" Anna whispers.

"No, Sven. She's amazing, in every single, possible way." Kristoff compliments, leaning back and smiling.

Sven looks at him in a coy way and makes a funny sound.

"Don't look at me like that." Kristoff replies. "And no, I'm not 'head over heels' for her, like you said. I just really, really like her."

Sven sniggers. "Yeah, whatever you say Kristoff." Sven 'says.'

Marie backs away from the stables slowly and quietly. She motions for Anna to follow. The princess gives the maid a confused look but follows her anyways.

"Why are we doing this?" She asks the maid. "Oh, wait, we run up making noise so it looks like we're coming down for the first time and Kristoff doesn't think that we were spying on him, right? Am- am I right?"

Marie nods. "Pretty much. No, yeah, exactly that." She corrects herself. "Let's go."

"Okay. Say something funny." Anna commands her, warming herself up.

"Why?"

"So I can laugh and make noise and it will be more convincing, now go!"

"Um! Strawberry flavored snow puffs!" Marie blurts out. Anna belts out a snort.

"What was that?" The princess doubles over with laughter. "Strawberry flavored snow puffs?"

"You kinda put me on the spot there, Anna." Marie shrugs. "Besides, you did say to say something funny, and you're laughing."

"Yeah, well." Anna wipes a tear from her eye. "It worked." She composes herself and begins to walk towards the royal stables. She opens the door quickly and gives her boyfriend a kiss on the cheek. She then turns toward Sven and kisses him on the top of his head.

"Ah, reindeer hair." She spits the hair from her mouth. "Pla, pluh, pwtoo."

"Hey, Anna. Anna's friend." Kristoff says quickly with wide eyes, nodding at each of the girls.

"Marie." The maid corrects politely.

"Yep. Ho- how long have you been listening?" He asks Anna, putting his hand to his hair, trying to act casual.

She shrugs. "I wasn't." She tells him. He relaxes noticeably.

"Not much." Marie adds.

Kristoff frowns. "I don't think I like her." He gestures to Marie. "She seems kinda... iffy." He narrows his eyes.

"You aren't the most trusting guy yourself..." Marie counters. "Mysterious mountain man, raised by trolls, talks to reindeer."

"So you heard more than you let on." He looks accusingly at Anna.

"I never lied." Anna defends, lying.

"Neither did I." Marie says.

Kristoff looks at each of the two. "Fine. If Anna trusts you, I will try to. Even if she isn't the best judge of character."

"I'm dating you, aren't I?" Anna kisses him again. "I think that's a pretty good judge of character.

"Touché." Kristoff notes.

"Bless you." Anna says, once again convinced of a sneeze. Kristoff rolls his eyes. Marie smiles at the couple again.

"Hi!" Marie turns to the reindeer. "You must be Sven." She scratches his ear. He starts panting happily when she does so. "Do you want a carrot?" She turns to Kristoff. "Do you have any carrots left?" He hands her one and Marie offers it to the reindeer.

Sven swallows the carrot. Remembering to share this time, he spits the carrot out for Marie to have a bite.

"Go on, eat it." Kristoff tells her, not bothering to hide his smirk.

"No! You don't have to, he's crazy." Anna excuses.

Sven still holds the carrot out for Marie in his mouth. "No thanks, Sven." She says. "I'm not hungry."

"Are you sure?" 'Sven' says. Marie and Anna give Kristoff an odd look.

"What? I'm translating, since you guys can't understand him." Kristoff shrugs. "You're welcome. So ungrateful."

Marie rolls her eyes. "You go ahead and eat it, Sven." She allows him. Sven gives her a nonchalant huff and happily eats the rest of the carrot.

"Hey you guys!" Olaf says, walking into the stables, joining the party. "How are you all on this fine morning?"

"We're fine Olaf." Anna replies. "Where have you been?"

"I think it was a sauna, although I'm not one hundred percent sure." Olaf tells her. "But I barely made it out with my flurry intact. Nevertheless, per Elsa's request, I have to watch out for you. So... Here I am!"

"A sauna? Are you okay?" Anna asks. Marie looks worried for the snowman too.

"Of course I am!" Olaf smiles and holds his arms out.

"That good." Marie says.

Olaf turns to the girl, now noticing her for the first time. "Hello. Who are you?" He asks.

"Oh, my name's Marie." She answers. "And you must the the famous Olaf I've heard so much about."

"I am! And I like warm hugs!" He waddles over and hugs her.

"Hugs are nice." Marie says hugging him back

"Hey, I want in on this." Anna says, walking over and joining in on the hug. Sven even walks over.

"Everyone's welcome to be hugged!" Olaf shouts to the world. "C'mon Kristoff! Don't you want a hug?"

Kristoff shakes his head. "I'm good."

"His isolation is confirmation of his desperation for healing hugs." Olaf informs the girls, who giggle.

"Come on Kristoff!" Anna begs. "I do know you love healing hugs." She teases.

"Fine." Kristoff says. "I'll do it, but I won't like it."

"That's the spirit!" Marie says as Kristoff goes and adds to the group hug, touching only Anna and Sven however.

"Isn't this nice?" Olaf asks.

"Not really." Kristoff replies. Anna giggles at his comment. Yep. They make a pretty cute couple.

Bang!

Elsa slams the door to her cabin shut. She's on her ship, The Icebreaker, and they had just left the Northern Isles port.

The relationship between Elsa and Queen Greta improved somewhat over the last two days since they confronted each other. Granted, they still have their disagreements, a lot of them, but now they at least tolerate one another.

Mostly.

Enough.

Let's just say that trade is not ruined.

But ever since Elsa bought the book from the stall, she's been anxious to return to the confinement of her room on her ship, where she can't be bothered. Finally, she is alone.

She's also terrified to look inside of the book.

Fireworks. She thinks, staring at the book that is lying on her desk like it could explode. It's everything I need to help me figure out what Hans is up to... Mmm hmm... Why am I so scared then? She sits on her bed, never removing her eyes from the book.

She breathes in deeply. Okay. Just open it up, and read. I've done it before. It's just a book. She sets herself to do this simple task. The blonde stands up and walks over to the book. She carefully picks it up and opens the red cover hesitantly. Seeing frost begin to form along the edges, she then throws it across the room before she can even read the first word.

"Gah!" She runs her hand through her hair. Why can't I do this? Why am I too scared to stand up and fight for myself? She thinks. No. It's because I am not fighting for myself. I'm fighting for Anna.

That's what seals it. She is not fighting for the safety of herself. She's fighting to protect her sister. Now is the time to start fighting back. And that book is the first step to do so, and keep her sister safe.

Elsa marches to the other side of the cabin and picks the book off of the ground. She reads the cover.

Pyrotechnics Through the Ages: the Fantastical Tale of Fireworks

Written by Anonymous

Of course the author is unknown. She thinks, rolling her eyes. But it doesn't matter... She opens to the first page and begins to read.

Introduction:

Fireworks (AKA: Firecrackers, rockets) are devices containing gunpowder and other combustible items that, when ignited, burst into a display of colors and lights, typically used for celebrations.

These rockets originate from as early as 7th century China. Created from gunpowder and recent scientific chemicals that give them an array of colors, fireworks are widely popular to most nations in Europe, specifically Italy and Germany. They are used during important celebratory events. Such events include (but not limited to) weddings, holidays, memorial commemorations, and other times of merriment.

The Ancient History:

The original use of fireworks began during the Sung dynasty in China. The Chinese used them to frighten away evil spirits with the rockets' loud sounds. It is also believed they used fireworks to pray for prosperity, joy, and peace. It is fabled that the ancients-

Elsa stops reading. She knows what fireworks are, finally, and she has encountered them before, but not in a book. She has actually seen them as a little girl, but the memory is fuzzy and hopelessly vague. She doesn't really remember details, but when she was four, the royal family left Arendelle for a celebration of some sort, and that's where she saw them. She remembers that they were loud, and scary to the princess of only four, but anything else is faded.

But I seriously doubt Hans wants them for a party. Elsa growls slightly, putting the book down. Nor does he seem to be the type to pray for peace. She sits on her bed, ready to freeze something. She changed her mind, this is the most frustrating moment in her life. She has her supposed book of answers, but now she is bombarded with more questions than ever. Why fireworks? What is Hans up to? How do I keep Anna safe? But while these questions have popped up before, there's one that's for sure to stick in her mind.

What do I have to do to stop him?

Now is not the time to be scared. Not anymore. Elsa is going to fight Hans. And when he undoubtedly fights back, she's going to be ready.

He shouldn't mess with Anna and I like he's been doing. He has no idea just who he's up against. Never underestimate the power of ice and snow. Ice dances dangerously along her fingertips, but she has total control.

Never underestimate me. She freezes the book in front of her.

"I'm so excited!" Anna bounces up and down. "Do I look like not me?" She asks.

Marie adjusts the princess's hair. The maid has taken out the braids and put a blonde wig over her head. "I doubt even Kristoff would recognize you. Tell me again why I'm dressing you up like a mere peasant, such as myself?"

"I told you, I want to see what the people think of Elsa and I, without actually telling Elsa or I." Anna says. "So I'm going incognito." She looks around in a stealthy way. She moves a piece of hair.

Marie puts the piece of hair back. "Don't touch that." She says monotonously. "And I just wanted to know. Besides, you look totally inconspicuous. And pretty amazing, if i do say so myself. You could easily go blonde."

"Really? I thought it looks kind of different." Anna comments, moving that strand of hair again.

"Don't touch that." Marie says again, putting the piece of hair back in its place. "It's different. But it's a good different." She assures Anna.

"So it doesn't look bad?" She asks, moving the hair.

"Don't touch that!" Marie scolds, putting the hair back. "It's going to look bad if you keep moving it. But if you leave it be, you will look just like any other peasant. It doesn't look bad though, just the opposite in fact."

"Oh, okay good. Now you'll show me around the town, and I'll do my reports." Anna says, standing up. "What sorts of people shoul- woah I look bizarre." She finally gets a view of herself in the mirror. Her straw colored blonde wig is free of Amy ribbons and looks completely natural. The freckles that normally dusted her face and neck were covered with a makeup of some sort, which pretty much led to one thing: not a freckle in sight. The extravagant royal dress that she normally wore is replaced with a simple green frock that Marie loaned her.

"I think I did a pretty nice job." Marie says, folding her arms. "You look amazing, and nothing at all like yourself."

"I agree entirely, I look amazing, so thank you." Anna tells her.

"What? No. No, no, no no!" Marie waves away the now blonde girl. "There's really no need to thank me. I'm happy, I'm ecstatic to help..."

"But I want to thank you. You did a wonderful job, and deserve some praise." Anna tells her.

"Thanks then." Marie bites her lip.

"And to you too. Again." She looks at her disguise in the mirror again. "I do not look like Anna anymore."

"That's true. Now that I'm looking at you like this, I still don't understand why people say we're similar."

Both girls frown in agreement. They look at each other, then at the mirror. They place a hand on their respective hips, not realizing that they are moving in unison. Sighing, they shrug.

"Oh well." They say at the same time. "Hey..." They narrow their eyes at each other. Not being able to stand that for very long, they laugh.

"Okay, enough of that." Marie says, breaking off their synchronized actions. "Time to go. Are ready to live as a commoner?"

"I'm totally ready!" Anna says.

"Okay! Let's go!" Marie grabs her hand and pulls her from the room. The two girls rush through the halls of the castle, giggling and shushing each other.

"Ms. Christensen." A voice suddenly calls out. The red head noticeably cringes.

"The boss." She mouthes. "Yes Ms. Linda?" She asks, standing up straight and asking in a polite voice.

"Ms. Christensen, have you finished your duties today?" Linda asks. She's a plump woman, dressed in the traditional Arendelle maid's uniform.

"Yes ma'am." Marie replies, looking down.

"Good." Linda says in a stately manner. She looks at Anna. "Who is this?" She asks curtly.

"This is-"

"I'm Joan." Anna interrupts. "Joan Arc- ensen..." She looks away, hoping the older lady can't see through her lies.

Linda raises an eyebrow. "Joan Arcensen?"

"Yes. Joan Arcensen." Anna states, sounding much more confident. "It's French." She says in an explanatory voice, as if this were obvious.

"And what is Ms. Arcensen doing in the castle?" Linda asks.

"I was-" Anna begins.

"We were just leaving." Marie says instead, grabbing Anna's hand. "Good bye Ms. Linda." She says quickly pulling the secret princess out of the room. "Come on Joan."

"Bye Linda!" Anna gives a small wave before Marie jerks her away. "Oh!"

Linda just stares strangely.

"Rude much? She didn't even say goodbye." Anna begins to speak after they're out of earshot.

"That's Linda." Marie informs her. "Us maids have two bosses. Gerda, who is very nice. And Linda who is... not." Marie decides on saying instead of her inner thoughts.

"Hmm. Maybe I should talk to her about that." Anna suggests.

"Why? There's nothing you can do." Marie says.

"That's not very optimistic."

"Well, you're just a peasant that doesn't even work at the castle." Marie reminds her. "Right Joan?"

"Oh, right. Joan." Anna nods. "Got it. Sorry. I'm gonna stay in character now."

"That sounds like a good idea." Marie agrees. They had reached the town square by this time.

"So where should we go?" Anna asks.

"Well, there's the Fluffy Bunny Eatery." Marie suggests pointing to a quaint little building.

"Ooh! Bunnies!" Anna gasps. "Bunnies are adorable. And goslings."

"Don't let the name deceive you, it's a pretty ratty place. Thugs and such. No bunnies, sadly." Marie informs her. "I learned that the hard way. I heard there are similar branches in other countries too."

"Oh." Anna slumps.

"How about the Ice Bucket? It's where all the ice harvesters and their families hang out."

"Okay!" Anna begins to march in a random direction.

"Joan?" Marie calls.

"Yep. I'm Joan." Anna turns around. "How can I, Joan, help you today?"

"You're walking in the wrong direction." Marie says, pointing to Anna's left.

"I knew that."

"I do that all of the time. Let's go."

The two girls walk up to the little pub. Anna looks like she's going to bust open the door, but Marie gets there first and opens it more quietly. The girls are then surrounded by a chorus of voices.

"Marie!"

"Hey girl!"

"Look, it's Marie."

"Who's your friend?"

"How's it going Rusty?"

"Hi guys. I'm fine. Good to see you. This is Joan. She's visiting Arendelle." Marie introduces the not-really-blonde girl.

"Hi." Anna waves, her voice quiet.

"Nice to meet you." One lady shakes the secret princess's hand warmly. "Any friend of Marie's is a friend of ours."

"Certainly glad to meet you too." Anna replies, taking her hand as well.

"Let's go sit." Marie ushers Anna to a table. "Are you hungry?"

"No. But I wouldn't mind a drink." Anna says. "Where's the waiter?" The pub has resumed it's normal rowdiness.

"There isn't one. I'll go get some water." Marie starts to stand, but Anna stops her.

"No, I'll do it." She says, getting up quickly from her chair.

"Are you sure? 'Cause I really wouldn't mind." Marie asks.

"No. I can do it. I'm no fragile princess or anything." Anna states. "'Cause that would've be weird. Nope, no princesses here."

Marie laughs, and Anna walks up to the bar.

"What can I get you miss?" The barman asks. He's cleaning a mug with a rag, just like your stereotypical barman.

"One- two waters please." She asks, holding up two fingers. "Two."

The barman chuckles. "Name's Tom."

"Pleasure to meet you Tom." Anna says happily. "What a fine establishment you run here!" She places both hands on the table loudly.

"It's nice. Reasonable bills too." Tom states, grabbing two glasses from a shelf behind him. He begins to clean them.

"Really? That's good." Anna says. "So the queen is nice? But I heard the princess is currently in charge. But they set good bills and taxes and stuff?"

"That's right. Queen Elsa is a good and fair ruler, but the princess is much more... social. The people like them both though."

"Good for them."

"So where you from Joan?" Tom the barkeep asks.

"Where am I from? As in where I grew up?" Anna clarifies. Tom nods. "I um- France. I'm from France."

"You don't sound French." Tom observes. "You sound quite Norwegian, actually."

"It's because I am. Norwegian that is. And French." Anna blurts. "You see my mama's from northern Norway, a town called Lievsted, I'm sure you've heard of it. And my papa is from a small little tiny town in the western part of France. I can't remember the name though, I'm just so forgetful sometimes. Anyways, my papa moved to Lievsted when he was sixteen because he wanted to be a cobbler and whoops sorry about that." She slipped slightly and nearly knocked over a person's drink. "So then he and my mama met and fell in love and stuff happened and when I mean stuff I mean me. That's why I'm French and Norwegian. Yep. There's me, Joan Arcensen. Born of two different worlds."

Tom looks at her. "Just a simple question. Didn't need a whole backstory."

"Yeah... Sorry." Anna says sheepishly. Maybe she had gone a tad overboard.

"No worries." Tom says with a toothless smile. "Here're your drinks." He hands her two glasses filled with ice water.

"Thank you." She says, feeling bright and bubbly again. She picks up the glasses and takes them back to her and Marie's table.

"I didn't realize the king used to have a passion for shoes." Marie says, taking a glass of water.

"I improvised."

"You did a really good job though." Marie compliments. "So did you find out anything about yourself?" She asks.

"I did. The general public seems to have a good opinion on us two."

"That's great!" Marie congratulates.

"So, what do you want to do?" Anna asks, twiddling her thumbs.

"I don't know. You could see my family, or go window shopping-"

"Your family?"

"I have one." Marie defends. "Come on."

XXXX

"I'M HOME!" Marie shouts. They had just walked into a humble house on the south side of Arendelle, near the docks.

"Hi Marie!" A little blonde girl, maybe twelve years old runs up and hugs the redhead.

"Hi Ingrid!" Marie gives her a hug. "This is Joan."

"Hi Joan." She says and hides behind her sister.

"Hello Ingrid. How are you doing?" Anna asks.

"I'm good." Ingrid replies, stepping away from her sister so Anna could get a good look at her, and vice versa.

"Ingrid, go tell Mona, Mama, Papa, and Frode. I'm having a friend over for supper." Marie tells them.

"So I'm staying for dinner then?" Anna asks. "Kinda pushy."

"Well, you're not the princess so... Yes." Marie says, gesturing to a small sofa. "Feel free to sit."

"Oh thank you." Anna says, taking a seat on the sofa-which is pretty much a wooden bench-and smiling. "Your house is lovely. So homey and cozy." She comments, looking around at the small house.

"It's no castle, but yeah, it's wonderful. It's great." Marie sits down next to her.

A middle aged, shorter woman with straw colored hair, and a homely appearance comes in. "Hello, girls. Supper's ready if you're hungry. It's potato stew." She tells them.

"Coming Mama." Marie calls back. She stands up. "Come on. You heard her. We're having potato stew!"

"Okay." The false blonde stands up too, following Marie into another room where four people are seated at a wooden table, chatting away and reaching for different items set out in the middle of the table. Marie finds an extra chair for Anna and places it next to her own. The two girls sit down.

"So, nice to meet you Joan." Mrs. Christensen comments. Anna puts some potato stew in her bowl and begins to sip at it.

"You as well. This stew is lovely Mrs. Christensen." Anna compliments the food.

"Aren't you gonna introduce us, Marie?" A boy asks. He has light brown hair, and looks about a year older than Marie and Anna.

"Of course." Marie says. "That's my older brother Frode, he's an idiot." Frode looks very offended.

"Ma!" He says. "She's being rude and tarnishing my reputation with this girl."

"Be nice." Mrs. Christensen says, smiling at their feud.

"Besides, you haven't got a chance with Joan." Mr. Christensen adds.

"Pa!" Frode says indignantly.

"Anyways," Marie interrupts loudly. "That is Mona, the eldest of us offspring." She points to a girl, who looks a few years older than the girls, with a similar figure to the mother.

"Hi." Mona waves, her reddish brown hair bouncing slightly. "I don't live here."

"She has her own house, but she sometimes comes for supper and holidays because Mama misses her." Marie explains. "And you've met little Ingrid." She points to the blonde child.

"Hiya!" She says, noticeably less shy now.

"Hiya!" Anna waves back. "Nice to meet you all."

"You know Marie has delusions that she's friends with the princess!" Frode blurts out, hoping to embarrass Marie, and sound arrogant at the same time.

"It's true." Ingrid says, eating her food happily.

"As if Marie could be cool enough to be friends with that gorgeous Princess Anna." Frode smiles.

"Gorgeous you say?" Anna asks, a sly grin on her face.

"Exquisite." He smiles. "But, I think you look even more beautiful."

"Her fantasy is a bit strange and far fetched, seeing as there's never been any proof of this." Mona comments, not joining into the conversation, but simply voicing her thoughts. "But his is too." Marie covers her face, ashamed of her family's turning against her.

"You do? Think you're friends with the princess?" Anna asks, turning to Marie excitedly. Marie raises an eyebrow, but Anna plays on. "That's so weird! Me too!"

"What?" Frode looks on in surprise. "Really?"

"Well, not exactly." Anna says, waving her hand a bit.. "But when I visited Arendelle a few months ago and saw Queen Elsa, I was convinced she was my sister, because they look just alike." She emphasizes. Marie is hiding her smirk.

"That's nice!" Ingrid says happily.

"The queen is nice..." Frode says, sounding almost mischievous. "For someone who has magic ice powers, she is hot." He fans himself.

Anna bursts out laughing. Marie is laughing too, though not as loud, but everyone else is looking at them strangely.

"I- I can't do this anymore." Anna shakes her head, still laughing. "Marie, do you mind?"

"Mortifying my brother? Please, be my guest." She hands the secret princess a rag. Anna takes it with a 'thank you' and begins to wipe the makeup off of her face, revealing the freckles dusted along her nose and cheeks. The family watches curiously as Anna finishes with the rag and finally takes the blonde wig off, her red hair tumbling out from underneath.

"If it's all right, I'd like to start over." Anna says politely. "My name, is Anna." She smiles.

The family is silent.

"Princess Anna?" Frode asks after a minute, his jaw dropped.

"The one and only." Anna says. "Well, except for all those other princesses who might be named Anna. But just call me Anna."

The family goes quiet again. Anna and Marie exchange an amused look.

"Well, nice to meet you, Princess Anna." Mr. Christensen says finally breaking the ice, sounding oddly casual, yet respectful. "Glad we could welcome you into our humble home. But why the wig, if I may?" He asks.

"I wanted to see the common public's opinion on Elsa, Queen Elsa, I mean, I always do that, and me." Anna says. "I can now add 'gorgeous' and 'hot' to that list." She teases.

Frode looks away meekly.

"I'm just kidding." Anna reassures him. "Well, not really, but I am at the same time, I guess. Wait, what?" She looks confused. She blushes and sips her stew quietly. Hot. She thinks smiling. And then his face when he discovered it was actually me, hilarious. It was as funny as strawberry flavored snow puffs.

(A/N) Thanks for your time and support you people. You icy fireworks. Thanks. Really, I mean it. There is a lot of Anna in this chapter, and there will be more. So, yeah...

Thanks again, so much. Bye my icy fireworks. Until next time I guess...