It was New Years Eve. Only minutes away from 2018. Elsa and Anna decided to throw their own party to celebrate, mostly at Anna's insistence. She loved parties and she was eager to make their first one, "The best damn party EVER!"

An extreme exaggeration, as many would argue it was far from the best, especially when the party consisted of a whopping grand total of five people— Kristoff, Sven, Olaf, and themselves included. For the small group of close friends, that was all the people they needed to have a good time.

Anna still considered it the best damn party EVER! They had plenty of snacks and drinks and enjoyable company. For the most part. Kristoff actually showered to kick off the new year fresh and clean, thankfully.

The boys were playing a competitive game of beer pong and watching the celebration taking place in Times Square on the TV, with the sound muted, while Elsa and Anna enjoyed a lovely dance together, cheek to cheek, following nonexistent music in their heads instead of whatever the stereo was spewing out.

"What's my love have planned for her New Year's Resolution?" Elsa whisper shouted, lips brushing close to her girlfriend's ear so her words would be heard over the thumping music shrouding the entire room.

"Hm." Anna contemplated the question seriously. She retracted an arm she had draped around Elsa's neck and snatched up an open wine cooler on a table as they danced past it. She drank a hefty amount of the fluid in the bottle before offering the rest to her partner, who declined with a small shake of her head. Shrugging, Anna downed the rest and returned the bottle where she found it, immediately slipping her arm comfortably around Elsa once more. "I don't know if I should bother with a resolution thing this year, honestly," she finally answered. "I don't think I've ever accomplished any of my New Year's resolutions for previous years. Though now that I think about it, does anyone ever succeed with theirs? It's almost like they are meant to fail, or is that just me?" A soft kiss and a gentle chuckle against her cheek made her blush, and then she laughed, realizing she was rambling. "Sorry..."

Luckily for her, Elsa never tired of listening to Anna's mouth run away on her. She found it endearing. "Don't be," Elsa said, her nose nuzzling the freckled cheek. "I love it. I love you."

"I love you, too." Returning an affectionate kiss of her own to the tip of Elsa's nose, Anna continued, "Anyway, I decided to keep mine simple this year. Something that's actually attainable, you know? Let's be real, getting a sloth is so unlikely to happen... What I'd like to do is be cleaner and more organized because I'm such a disaster! But you already know that first hand, living with me and all. I don't know how you deal with it… Heh. Less of a mess is my motto for 2018! What about you?"

Before Elsa could respond, the music's volume lowered and Kristoff yelled, "Guys, the ball's about to drop!"

"You mean your balls? It's about time!" Anna cracked, and then was swiftly pelted in the head by a beer-drenched ping pong ball. She would have retaliated, but the countdown rang out from the TV.

Everyone stopped what they were doing at once and gathered together, watching excitedly as the enormous glowing ball descended, counting down along with the crowd on screen.

Elsa's eyes were the only ones not focused on the screen. They were fixated on someone much more captivating. The ball on screen was just a shiny ball. It meant nothing to Elsa and was not worth sparing any of her precious time when that time could be used to gaze upon the glorious smile of the woman she was head over heels in love with.

My New Year's Resolution is to make you my wife, Elsa thought, as the countdown struck zero.

The freezing crowd in Times Square went wild,cheering and littering the streets with confetti. Olaf, Kristoff and Sven whooped and screamed, flailing their arms and spilling beer everywhere.

Anna swung around with the intention to tackle Elsa and give her their first hug and kiss of the New Year, only to find Elsa on one knee below her, a velvety box sitting on the palm of her hand, a beautiful ring tucked inside. Waiting for her.