What did you call me?

It had been almost a year since Elsa left Arendelle to live in the Enchanted forest with the spirits of nature. But true to her word the day she left, she visited Arendelle at any given chance. She loved the company of her family and, even if she loved the forest, she treasured the opportunity of spending a peaceful evening with her family. Even when things weren't too peaceful…

"Royal guard! A soldier!" yelled Kristoff exasperated. "Elsa help me out here, try to do something different," he begged. It was Elsa's turn at the charades. "Statue!" he tried at the last second trying to win at least two points on the lightning round.

"Time's up," said Anna laughing at her fiance's irritation.

"Agh! What was it?"

"King," said Elsa. She sighed in disappointment. She believed she had done a great impersonation of her father. "I was impersonating my father."

"Was your father a statue or what?"

"I've got to say, Elsa," interrupted Anna. "I didn't think it was Father either."

Elsa raised her hands in the air, not believing what she was hearing. She knew she was bad at the game, but she sometimes suspected they didn't even try when she was the one acting out words. "You both live here, you must have seen his coronation painting!" She then tried to mimic the painting once again.

"How was I supposed to know you were acting out a picture?" Kristoff complained. Olaf and Anna had won the last three rounds, and he wanted to at least win one.

Anna rested her hand on his knee to call his attention. "Calm down, Honey."

"Okay, so that's seven guesses for us and one for you guys," commented Olaf.

"You guys are six points ahead?" asked Kristoff. He knew they were losing, but he believed they still got a chance. "Good job, Elsa."

"Hey! It's not my fault you are a bad guesser."

"I'm a bad guesser? What about your acting skills?"

"Okay, guys. Cut it out," said Anna. She didn't like when Kristoff and Elsa couldn't leave their competitiveness aside. "It's just a game."

"Well, I'm not an actress. The whole point is for you to guess even if the person is not good," continued Elsa, not listening to her sister.

"The thing is you are not bad at it. You are terrible." Kristoff wished there was a way he could show Elsa he was not exaggerating. It was impossible for him to guess anything she mimicked.

"What about you? You couldn't act out the word reindeer. And you grew up with one."

"I nailed that! You are the one who couldn't guess it…" he answered. He crossed his arms over his chest and said, "Talking about bad guessers." He knew it was a game, but he wanted Elsa to accept it was her fault they were losing.

"Kristoff you said you wanted to team up with Elsa. Could you at least be a good teammate?" asked Anna. She wanted the quarrel to stop and she hoped Elsa didn't take Kristoff's words to heart.

"Fine," he said looking at Anna. He then pointed at Elsa. "If she accepts she is terrible at family games."

Elsa frowned at him and said, "I know I'm not good. But you should accept you are bad too."

Sighing at Kristoff and Elsa's argument, Anna leaned closer to Olaf and asked, "Why did we think it was a good idea to let them be on the same team again?" The snowman shook his head and shrugged. He was asking himself the same question.

"Oh, please. I'm not bad," countered Kristoff. "I'm always on the winning team."

"Not today," said Elsa smirking.

"Oh yeah? And who is my teammate?"

Elsa gave him a hard stare as she tried to come up with something. But she knew he had won the argument. It was true she was bad at family games, and it was true he always won. Choosing it was best to give up, she kept quiet and walked to the sofa. As she sat down beside Kristoff, she muttered, "Arse," under her breath.

Elsa thought she had said it low enough for only her to hear, but soon noticed Kristoff was looking at her, eyebrows raised.

"What did you call me?" asked Kristoff, surprised.

She hadn't meant to insult Kristoff. She had said it more out of frustration than anything. She blushed at the embarrassment of Kristoff hearing her. She still couldn't believe she had said it herself. She didn't want to say the word back to him, that's why she looked down and tried to change the topic. "Nothing. Anna is your turn, isn't it?"

Anna who had heard her sister loud and clear was too looking at her in disbelief. "What did you call him?"

"No- Nothing," she couldn't believe she had said something like that to her sister's fiance. And for a stupid family game. Elsa hoped Anna was not going to get mad at her. "I didn't call him anything."

"You called me an arse," Kristoff said, pointing at her.

"I- I didn't." She knew both had heard her, it was stupid to deny it.

"You did," laughed Kristoff. "You used a bad word." He clarified laughing louder.

Elsa who had remained with her head down, turned to look at him when he laughed. She thought he was going to get mad at her for the insult, but instead he was guffawing by her side.

"I can't believe you insulted me!" He was smiling broadly when he looked at her. "And look at you, you are red as a beet," said Kristoff when he paid attention to her face. Making Elsa blush more than she was. He laughed some more and threw his arm around her, giving her a side hug.

Kristoff had always thought Elsa was never going to feel comfortable enough around him to show that side of her. Whenever they argued about silly things, Elsa had the tendency to play the 'I'm more mature and refined' card. So hearing her now, calling him an Arse - on his face -, felt like an absolute win for him.

Elsa was still confused by his happiness and felt the need to apologise, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to… Aren't you mad?"

"Mad? Why would I be mad?" He tightened his embrace to reassure her it was alright.

Elsa heard Anna chuckle and say, "Kristoff thought he was never going to see the day you finally lost it and insulted someone."

"And to think I'm the one who made it happen. I'm honoured," laughed Kristoff once again. After he calmed down, he cleared his throat and said, "I'm sorry too, though. I was being an arse. I should try not to be so competitive."

Elsa who was still a little surprised by the way things turned out, wrapped her arm around him and said, "Well, I'm glad you aren't mad. Still, I shouldn't have said it, you weren't wrong."

He grinned and asked, "So, you accept you are not good at charades?"

"Totally, I'm terrible at charades. You guys just pick this game to see me suffer."