Disclaimer:Frozen is owned by Disney and probably a lot of other people I do not know about. This is just for fun.

Author's Note: This story takes place before the first Hans and Elsa story. I hope you enjoy it.

This is dedicated to Setsunakou and Harukakou

Hans x Elsa : Mistletoe Kiss

The Christmas Eve celebration that included both nobles and villagers took place a mere four months after Hans came to stay in their country.

Elsa was deeply regretting that there was no way to have kept him from the party as the night went on.

She was unsure 'why.' He wasn't doing anything and all the people who knew both of his betrayal and his desire for redemption were acting on their best behavior.

Maybe it was the actions of the royal visitors, who, being so far away from her home country, had not even heard the rumors surrounding her and Hans.

The moment that thought crossed her mind, Elsa's nose wrinkled in displeasure as how else that could be interpreted.

Of course it was right then that the evening took on odd turn.

The young prince of Meadowwood was happily engaged to a bright young artist who Anna had quickly made friends with. The two girls were happily chatting about their favorite paintings and colors.

Only problem with this was it left the overly romantic prince on his own and he had decided that Elsa looked lonely.

Struggling to keep a smile on her face as the young man dragged (and really there was no other word for it.). He was being polite, but it was obvious that he did not want to go near her. Why this caused her a pang of displeasure, Elsa didn't know and most definitely did not want to find out. Hans looked towards her, and Elsa took a step forward to meet them.

"Prince Bradford, Hans, to what do I owe this pleasure?"

"Oh, my dear Queen Elsa, I hope I have not confused you. I myself can not stay and chat but when I saw you and Hans, I knew it was fate that I help you two get together on this most special of nights."

Elsa wasn't sure who was more stunned at this proclamation—she or Hans. She could only be grateful that Anna was not around to cause an international incident over what the Prince had just implied.

Letting out a nervous cough, Elsa replied. "Excuse me?"

"Oh, don't be modest, my lady. One must go after what one wants. I can tell you that from experience and from the way the two of you have been looking at each other this evening it is more than clear that you wish to spend time with each other. I can not imagine what has been holding you back from doing so, but now he is here and I am gone so you can be with each other to your hearts content. But first, I can not help but demand that I bear witness to the first showing of your secret affection. And since it is tradition you can use it as an excuse if you do not want to share your joy just yet."

Elsa was pretty sure by now that the Prince was mad as a hatter and if the look in Hans eyes was any indication he felt the same.

Just as she was about to ask what he was talking about, Hans lifted his eyes to the doorway above them and she could not help but follow his gaze. What she saw made her heart sink to her stomach.

Mistletoe. She was standing under mistletoe. With HANS!

It took all of her parents' teaching for her to not gather up her skirts and run away from that doorway as swiftly as she could.

But before she could demure her way out of this mess, Hans took the matter into his own hands.

Stepping towards her, his bright green eyes unreadable but strangely captivating for all their blankness, he brushed a kiss on her snow white cheek.

Then as her brain scattered to the four-winds, he turned to Prince Bradford and with a smile so charming a thousand princes would envy him, said. "Thank you for your kindness, your highness. But since the people are still getting used to the thought of their second princess being courted, my Queen and I would deeply appreciate it if you would keep your knowledge of our feelings to yourself. We would not want to throw the country into another tizzy before the year is even out."

Prince Bradford who at first looked like he would protest the polite peck, straightened up at Hans' words and with a bright smile grasped their hands, shaking them vigorously. "Of course, of course! Thank you so much for sharing this wonderful news with me. I promise not a word of it will pass my lips until you are ready to share it with the world. But you must promise that you will send me the wedding invitation early. I would hate to miss it."

For a second, Elsa was not sure what news the Prince was talking about but then her stunned brain happily informed her that Hans had just implied they were secretly courting. And then before she could process that, the Prince asked about a wedding invitation.

Again before she could grasp an appropriate reply, Hans smoothly promised the Prince they would and sent him on his way.

The moment he was out of ear shot, Hans commented in a dry tone. "Nutty as a fruitcake, isn't he, my Queen?"

Elsa stood there confused, overly warm and staring at his lips as if she was unable to look higher than that, but the moment those words exited his mouth, all the confusion melted away into a gasping breath of laughter.

"Yes, yes, he is."

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They ended up sending Prince Bradford and his wife their invitation six months early.

They had promised, after all.

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Second Author's Note: Thank you to all of you who have reviewed and read this story. I hope you have a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.

Thank you again Setsunakou!