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The Christmas Gift

Every fiber of her being knew she should not be doing this. None of these fibers were going to stop her from doing it though.

Carefully opening her window, Elsa looked both left and right before giving a quick wave of her hand.

Magically a beautiful spiral staircase appeared, ending right in front of her destination.

Taking a deep breath to gather her courage, Elsa clutched the ends of her nightdress and robe lifting them up as she began to descend the staircase.

Upon reaching its end, she lifted a shaky fist and rapped once on the tiny window before her.

Far more swiftly than she was prepared for, the window popped open and his face appeared before her confusion wrinkling his brow.

"Queen Elsa, has something happened?"

Waving her hands in front of her, little snow flurries appearing as she did so, Elsa hurriedly replied.

"Nothing—nothing is wrong, Hans...I just wanted to give you something. Well, not something—a Christmas present. "

One red brow raised, the confusion still not leaving his face, Hans nevertheless gamely replied. "Yes, Your Majesty?"

Ignoring as she always did the way it rankled when he addressed her so, Elsa straightened her back and lacing her hands together in front of her stomach said primly.

"I have decided to allow you to travel to the mountains or the valleys twice a week on your own."

"That is a very fine gift, Your Majesty, so I hope you don't find me too impudent if I ask for a different one."

Her brow wrinkling in slight distress, (she had been certain he would like this, why did he not like it?) Elsa leaned closer to him, her bangs almost brushing his, "Well, what would you like to have?"

Hans' deep green eyes caught hers for just a moment before he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her cold cheek.

Drawing away, he took in the sight of her pinked cheeks with satisfaction, murmuring. "Thank you, my Queen. Have a Merry Christmas."

Her eyes wide with emotions, Elsa whispered. "You as well." Before she flew back up the staircase and into her bed.

Her fingers cupping her cheek, she whispered to herself. "My Queen. My Queen."

Tucking her heated cheeks beneath her blankets, Elsa fell fast asleep to the echo of those words repeated in a soft, masculine voice.

Christmas was starting out very happy indeed.

Thank you to Setsunakou for the great beta.