As soon as Hans and Elsa entered the ballroom, a huge hand smacked him in the back.

"Congratulations!" Bjorn bellowed.

Hans rubbed his chest, trying to get air back in his lungs. "Wrong brother. You have too much to drink?"

Bjorn threw back a champagne flute in one gulp. "No, not enough. Where's the ale? Anyway, I wanted to congratulate you after this morning."

"You really don't have to," Hans said as Bjorn tried to lag down a waiter.

"Nonsense! You're a free man. What are you going to do now?" he asked, wiggling his bushy eyebrows in Elsa's direction. A server arrived with two mugs and a glass of champagne for Elsa.

Hans brought his mug to his lips. "Well, I was hoping to return to Arendelle with Elsa." He looked over his mug at her, asking permission with his emerald green eyes.

Elsa sipped her champagne and smiled. "I would love that."

Bjorn looked between them. "So you two really are together?"

Hans allowed Elsa to confirm or deny. They had never actually talked about their relationship status. She took his arm and said, "Yes, we are."

Bjorn's green eyes grew wide. "Excuse us a moment." He grabbed Hans' other arm and pulled him away. "How'd you do that?"

Hans rolled his eyes. "I don't know."

"Oh, come on. A girl like her?"

They looked back at Elsa. She was radiant, flawless, and so comfortable in her own skin. Even Hans couldn't believe he was worthy of her.

As they ogled her, Vernon and Mila approached the Snow Queen, looking apologetic. Elsa turned to hug them, but he knew exactly what Bjorn was thinking. He turned his brother around.

"I guess our curses brought us together and we've gotten closer ever since."

"Ugh, I was really hoping you could help me," Bjorn grumbled.

"With what?"

Bjorn grabbed Hans by the shoulders and turned him around. "Her." He pointed across the ballroom towards a small blond in a pink dress who looked quite young. Hans looked back at his brother. Bjorn's whole body had shifted, almost slumping, and his green eyes were glued to her.

"I've never seen you like this," Hans said.

"I've never felt like this!"

It was Hans' turn to put a hand on his beefy shoulder. "Just go over and talk to her."

"What do I say?"

"Just be yourself. Figure out what you have in common and go from there."

Bjorn took a deep breath and approached the girl while Elsa walked back over to Hans.

"What did he want?"

"Girl advice," Hans chuckled.

"Vernon and Mila apologized. They never expected anyone to get hurt." She followed his gaze to Bjorn and his crush. "She's cute."

"They're cute together...in a mismatched sort of way."

Bjorn towered over the girl, who was giggling uncontrollably. Her cheeks turned as pink as her dress. Bjorn offered her his bicep, and Hans rolled his eyes. The girl tried desperately to wrap her tiny hands around it. Bjorn smiled and lifted her off the ground. She squealed with delight, and he carried her off.

"Looks like he got the girl," Hans said.

"So did you," Elsa added, kissing his cheek.

"I'm glad you said we're together. I don't like how people are looking at you." He wrapped his free arm around her waist.

"You're being ridiculous."

"I'm serious," Hans insisted. "Even my brothers are acting as if you're a piece of meat."

"Pardon the intrusion, but I believe I've seen an angel," Brandt said as he approached. He took Elsa's hand and kissed up her arm sensually.

Hans snatched her away, throwing her an "I told you so" look. "How many times does a lady have to say no?"

"The real question is: How many drinks does it take for a lady to say yes?" Brandt asked, grabbing a fresh flute from a passing tray and offering it to Elsa.

"Thank you," she said, taking it. "But I would rather not find out."

She passed the drink to Hans, who dumped it on Brandt's head and walked away with Elsa. They ran head first into Leif, who saw the whole thing.

"He tried again, didn't he?"

"Yup," Hans said, finishing his ale. He and Elsa turned to see Brandt patting himself off with a napkin.

"You don't think the drink was too much?" Elsa asked.

Just as Brandt finished cleaning off, a brunette girl in a yellow dress stomped over to him. She yelled, then a red head in a purple dress approached. Both girls were shocked and angry. Brandt tried to calm them down, but they each slapped him hard and walked away.

"He deserved everything," Leif said.

"He hits on you again, and he'll be in even more pain," Hans added.

"I'll make sure it doesn't happen again," Leif promised, running over to Brandt.

"We still haven't talked to the new King and Queen yet," Elsa pointed out. Luckily, they were talking with Raoul at the moment, so they went over to the happy couple.

"Congratulations!" Elsa exclaimed, hugging Fiona.

"Wow! You look gorgeous," the new Queen gushed.

"Are you kidding me? Look at you!"

Hans patted Hagen on the back. "Congrats, brother."

"Thanks. That was some council meeting, huh?"

"Interesting to say the least," Raoul added.

"I can't believe you put half the family on trial," Hans said.

"It got them to shut up, didn't it?" Hagen asked with a wink.

All of a sudden, Hans realized he hadn't seen Nikolai since that morning. "I wouldn't be too sure..."

Hagen put an arm around his shoulders. "If they do anything stupid tonight, I promise you I will handle it."

"I think Hagen's verdict was fair," Raoul said. "If they come after you again, they'll be arrested for treason."

"I think Jakob and I have made peace, but I haven't seen Nikolai, or Henrik, for that matter," Hans said, scanning the crowd.

"I'll alert the guards to keep an eye out for them," Hagen assured him, slipping away.

Hans and Raoul looked around while Elsa and Fiona talked, oblivious. Hans' heart was in his throat, dreading Nik's inevitable nefarious plan.

"I've located them," Raoul said, pointing toward the dessert table.

Nikolai was talking to Henrik as he loaded his plate with his favorite sweets. Hans slipped across the room, trying to get as close as possible without getting caught.

"I am not helping you," he heard Henrik say as he grabbed another cookie.

Henrik tried to turn away from Nikolai, but he grabbed his arm. "I need your help."

Henrik turned to face him. "Helping you has done nothing but get me into trouble. I'm done listening to you and your schemes, Nik. Now let me enjoy the party."

Hans watched Henrik walk away from Nikolai, who was fuming. Nik had wanted his help with something. Whatever it was, it couldn't bode well for Hans and Elsa.