There's a reason why this story is now M-rated.

Also oops, didn't realize I made Wilhelm speak too clearly. I have minimum to zero knowledge over children, my bad, Guest!

"Why am I nervous? Do I look nervous?"

Ever since the Princess' impromptu proposal in the castle's gardens, the news of her engagement had been tightly kept silent by the Queen, mostly because she did not wish for people to bombard her nor Anna with questions that she was still trying to figure a way of answering. Even with Hans' theory regarding the fact that Anna technically had not broken any rules yet, knowing her Council she doubted they would accept the news just like that.

But it had been exactly two days since then, and her younger sister longed to wear the ring that Kristoff had given to her –a beautiful golden band with an orange stone as the main focus that Kristoff had claimed to remind him of Anna's hair, in public, to show it off for the world to see and declare herself to be a soon to-be married woman. She… didn't have the heart to see her sister's wide turquoise eyes, even when she herself had not speak a word of it she could tell from the look that she had and the way she would take out the ring from her pocket to glance at it when she thought no one was watching.

So it was decided that today, this very day, she would take Anna to her meeting with the Council instead of discussing it herself, perhaps letting the Princess –who naturally was better in term of speaking with people anyway, explain herself in hope that she could soften them enough to accept this marriage.

"A little." Out of the corner of her eyes, she could see how the strawberry-blonde haired Princess rocked on the balls of her feet, fingers fidgeting with each other, and her own hand had moved to take hers, offering a reassuring squeeze. "But it will be alright." Was that meant for the Princess or for herself, she did not even have the care to find out.

The Council will accept this, they had to, because she was going to work tirelessly in convincing them, all for Anna's sake.

Arriving at the doors leading for the meeting room, she unfortunately had to let go of her sister's hand, clasping both of hers in front of her as she straightened her back and pulled her shoulders back, composing herself as the Queen that she was as she nodded at Kai for him to open the doors for her and the Princess.

The bombardment of arguments, protests, disagreements, and even doubtful comments over Kristoff's capability of being married to the Princess, was expected as soon as the words of the news had left her lips as well as Anna's. The Council consisted of older men who held ancient rules highly after all, they believed that to keep monarchy in check and above it's people then they must follow the law that had been older than her and even her parents –or even her parents' parents for that matter.

Not to mention Anna, as a woman, had been the one who got down on her knee and proposed.

"It's outrageous, Your Majesty!" One had argued.

"It's improper, unladylike!" Another added.

This was perhaps the first time that she had ever seen her younger sister cowered before a crowd as she had basically pressed herself back against her chair, trying to let the earth swallow her whole as long as she could get away from here. These men were obviously not the same as the people she often faced. And the look that she had on her face, the dejected, solemn, expression that she had broken her heart.

Had Anna truly given up?

"Although," Lord Melbourne's voice had made her turned her head around, not only because he had been silent most of the time but because the tone that he held was of… consideration. "I suppose Her Majesty's claim has been true, the Princess had only taken the course of action that the Queen would if she was not tied in the binding of betrothal."

She had not expected any sort of defense, especially not from the man who had seemed to disagree with her the most throughout her reign, one who always had something against her words.

"But the royal lineage-"

"—has been secured with Prince Wilhelm." Not only that she had found her confidence of seeing the light at the end of this, one that her younger sister deserved, she also found a certain satisfaction to know that she could twist their once demand of her years ago into something to argue back at them. "He is, by his birthright, the heir to the throne. When he is of age or something unfortunate was to befallen me, he will be King."

"And if something unfortunate was to happen to him?"

She hated the fact that she even had to consider that, of her son in harm's way, but she bit down the inside of her cheeks as she took a deep breath, remaining calm. "I can assure you, gentlemen, that my son's safety had always been my priority, nothing will happen to him if I can help it." And if they could not see that then they were all fools in believing a mother would not sacrifice everything for her child.

"Besides," Anna had sat straighter in her seat now, shoulders pulled back mirroring hers. "Marrying Kristoff does not make me less of a royal, does it? I would still fulfill the duties that my sister had trusted me in handling."

"Princess Rapunzel of Corona married a commoner, Sir Eugene Fitzherbert, and they faced no problem over that." True, that Eugene was actually a Prince by the name Horace, but his kingdom, the Dark Kingdom, had been considered nothing but a myth until he and Rapunzel themselves had discovered it. And even then, the kingdom had barely existed in the history books that some nation did not even considered it existing at all.

Hushed murmurs were exchanged between the men, doubtful still but they were less strained as they took each word spoken into consideration. Underneath the table, she could feel Anna's uncertain fingers brushed against hers, perhaps wondering whether she was supposed to do so, and she had taken her hand in assurance, glancing her way with a nod as she held her younger sister's hand on her knee.

Her heart rate picked up when the men had turned their attention back toward the two of them, seemingly had come into a conclusion they agreed upon, though each had an unreadable expression that she could not clearly read.

"Considering that you do offer realistic arguments," Lord William, one of the oldest members of the Council that had even served under her Father before he had served under her, had started, and her hold on Anna's hand tightened underneath the table. "We suppose that this marriage would not cost as much trouble as we may have originally expected."

"Wait," Anna's hand slipped off her grasp as she leaned forward, palms pressing against the surface of the table. "Does that mean-"

"Yes, Your Highness, you can marry Sir Kristoff."


Anna was strangely quiet still.

With the meeting having been dismissed shortly after the decision had been made, the two sisters had been the first ones to leave through the doors before anyone else -a custom for the royals to be the last to arrive and yet first to depart, she had expected for the strawberry-blonde haired Princess to jump up into the air as soon as they were out in the halls and the doors were shut behind them, and thus having to have her scold her over it. But instead she had barely spoken a word, had done nothing but tail behind the older as they made their way toward the Queen's private study.

Something was bothering her younger sister, enough that she didn't even had the need to celebrate on the one thing that she had been wishing for, and she would be a fool to let it dampen Anna's whole character.

So with the shutting of her study's door, she had crossed her arms over her chest, looking at her younger sister with furrowed eyebrows. "What's wrong, Anna?"

The Princess, who had entered first, had wandered aimlessly around the room, hands brushing over lined-up books on the table far to the left wall, lips pursuing as she shook her head, although she could see the distant look that she had on her face. "Nothing, Elsa."

"Anna."

The tone that had held her name made the Princess turned toward the Queen, and though she was good at many things, hiding her feelings was not one of them. "It's just," sighing, as she too had realized of the fact, the strawberry-blonde haired Princess made her way back toward the older until she stood right before her. "The Council… You handled them so well."

"I've handled them close to six years now." And now that she had spoken of it out loud, she could not believe that time had passed so much since her coronation, many things had changed -thankfully most of them had been for good, and she supposed her reign would continue on until she was grey and old, perhaps as old as some of the Council men.

"Still!" Anna threw her hands up in the air, barely missing the older and smacking her across the face, turning around as she made her way toward the mahogany desk at the other end of the room, leaning against it as she had turned to face the Queen once more. "I've underestimated them, I never thought they would be that hard to convince, no wonder you often ended up so stressed because of them! I can't imagine how I would do if I were in your position."

Should things had not ended up well with her sacrifice in finding the truth a year ago, Anna would have been in her position, for Wilhelm was still far too young to assume the crown and title, and Arendelle's law would prevent Hans from ruling even when he was her husband for there was still the Queen's younger sister present. Anna would have been Queen with a crown resting on top of her head and a large responsibility for her to shoulder, though it may not have been this Arendelle that she would rule, not when no one was there to stop the flood from washing away everything on this fjord.

But she was not to think of that, she was supposed to put the past in the past, to not torture herself with the what-ifs that had been proven wrong.

"I'm not like you, Elsa." Anna's tone had lowered down, as well has her head that now had hung low as she fiddled with her own fingers, eyes avoiding her gaze. "I could never be like you."

The Princess had spent a large portion of her life in her shadows, always walking a step behind, had only been known as the Snow Queen's younger sister, despite everything that she was.

"Hey," approaching her, she had taken hold of the Princess' chin, tilting her head up until she could meet her turquoise eyes. "You are stronger than I am, mentally and physically, I mean who else can lift such large pumpkin as if it was nothing but you?" the memory had made the younger sister unable to hold back the small chuckle that came escaping through her lips. "You have the strength that I don't possess. You have a far larger heart than anyone else in Arendelle, able to love and embrace anyone alike and able to set aside differences that could have divided people until they were united instead." And it was true, Anna was the one who was able to maintain the peace in Arendelle, to keep their people happy. "If anything, you are everything I would like to be."

Anna sniffed, wiping her nose with the back of her hand. "You don't mean that. You're the great Queen Elsa of Arendelle."

Her eyes rolled at her sister's added title, amused smile playing over her lips. "But I do. If I can be half of what you are, I would have been very happy."

Pulled into a sudden hug, as the Princess had thrown her arms around her and held her tightly, she had let out a surprised gasp before her shoulders relaxed and her own arms came around her sister's figure. "I love you, Elsa. You're the best sister I could possibly ask for."

"And I could say the same thing about you, Anna." She chuckled, patting the top of her strawberry-blonde hair lovingly. "I love you too." When they had pulled apart once more, she had cupped her younger sister's face, squishing her freckled cheeks. "Now, cheer up, you silly. We have an engagement ball to plan."

And this time, a wide grin had spread across the Princess' face.


Rain fell steadily outside of the large triangular window.

Darkness had blanketed the kingdom as the hour struck late, though the stars had not made their appearance due to the heavy clouds hanging over the sky, replaced by the few blinking lights coming from windows of the houses down below the village and the lamps down the streets. The waters at the fjord was not as peaceful, as the pouring rain created countless repeating ripples on the surface as the docked ships swayed.

Even the castle itself was quiet, as servants had retired back to their sleeping quarters, resting for the day awaited them ahead where work would continue on. The preparation for the engagement ball between the Princess and her beloved was already underway, though it was still in it's early stage as many were still needed to be handled.

Fingers curling around the pillow underneath her, she could feel her nails digging into the soft material as she kept her eyes shut, hips buckling as her lips parted, chest heaving with each heavy breath that she let out.

His teeth grazed against the skin of her neck, down to where it met with her shoulder, biting as she let out a sound, small and quiet, surprised. He knew of her sensitive spots, each and every one of them over her body, had studied and explored every inch of her skin in the six years of their marriage.

It had sounded so long, their marriage, and yet at times like this -where their hips moved with one another and the sensation of skin meeting skin made her insides clenched, it always felt like they were new to this. They had never seemed to meet the point of where they were bored or tired of one another, the spark between them had always succeeded in igniting the burning desire that fueled their moment of intimacy.

"Oh…! Hans–!"

His answer had been a kiss, deep and open-mouthed over her own gaping lips, his tongue meeting hers until her head swirled when he had reached down and gave her an extra pressure over there until her legs tightened their hold against his waist. The reaction had made him grin, not that she could see it but more into feeling it against her lips, and seemed to prompt him to thrust harder until she almost, almost, cried out.

But Hans loved that about her, her attempt of keeping things quiet, how determined she was about it. And he teased. God, he was the worst at that. Because he knew what to do to drive her at the edge, he knew what would build the pressure in the lower part of her stomach until she lost her words, with his fingers and his mouth and the occasional change of angle as he lifted her hips just a little higher until she was completely breathless and her legs shook.

Clenching her teeth, her whole body seized, head thrown back as she came undone with her husband's body bending over her, hovering as he followed closely behind, groaning into her chest as he held her close.

Filling her up, with that same warmth that made her heart swelled, her own arms had relaxed, coming to wrap themselves around him as her fingers combed through his hair. And when their eyes met, when the icy blue met with forest green, there was this unexplainable thing that was wordlessly exchanged between them, and they had shared this similar smile -content and full of love.

"The rain hasn't stopped." She had turned her head to the side, to watch the darkened sky, after both had settled down comfortably, snuggling close against her husband's side as he held her.

His respond was a low hum, the tips of his fingers brushing lightly against the bare skin of her back. "If it continues on Wilhelm will definitely begs you to play outside."

The idea made her nose scrunched up, not because she didn't enjoy playing with her son -she would do anything for him really, but because she didn't particularly like playing in the rain. When she was young, yes, but now the thought of her drenched from head to toe, dress clinging to every curve of her body, all just felt so… unflattering. "Anna can take him, if that's really what he wants." Throwing the responsibility to her younger sister did sounded a little cruel, but if anyone was to enjoy the rain -or any sort of situation given at her, it would be the Princess.

Hans' laugh rumbled within his chest, amused. "Would you rather spend your time with me then?" He suggested, with an all-knowing look in his eyes and a teasing smile tugging on his lips. "One that involved less clothing, wet or not, just like this? Of how I hold you against me and-"

"Stop." Unable to contain her own laughter, she had given his arm a light smack, rolling her eyes. "It's late, Hans."

"Really? I haven't noticed." The sarcasm only earned him a glare for her, sharp as she narrowed her eyes, head shaking in disapproval. "Very well," pampering her jawline with feather-like kisses, the auburn-haired Prince had tugged the covers over them both. "Good night, My Queen."

"Good night, My Admiral."