We pounced on each other. Our bodies collided with eagerness and our lips devoured each other as our tears flooded the room.

"And, what now?" he asked with determination in his eyes.
"Escaping is not an option. She's found me getting lost at sea, imagine on land."
"So… the plan is for me to come to you every day until you marry another man and I have to disappear from the map?"
"No! I don't know how I'm going to do it, but I'll find a way to avoid it. If it's not you, I will not marry anyone. I promise."
"We should both stop promising things that we cannot fulfill."
"You think I can't? Now that I have you back, there is no council in the world that can separate me from you."
"Only the dawn, then."
"In that case, from now on, I'm going to be a very sleepy princess."

Since that night, Kristoff began to enter my window every day religiously at the moment in which I extinguished the candles in my chamber, and our existence was once again light. The days were long and dull and the nights short and passionate. Despite the fact that we self-prohibited penetrative sex to avoid further complications, we were discovering together lots of new forms of enjoyment. After those hellish days of solitude, each touch had an indescribable value and each minute together was a treasure, the treasure that we found on our desert island.

But the sex was definitely not the best. What filled us the most was whispering laughter together, while our naked bodies tangled like a tender skein of thread that could not be separated in two. Each night we told each other how the day had gone, and each day we pretended that we were nothing more than a princess and a coachman, trying to exchange as few words and glances as possible so as not to give clues to our relationship.

Some nights we just hugged and slept together until he left shortly before dawn with the promise of coming back the next day. Others, however, it was the pain of the impossible that won the battle and he took refuge in my hair and in my chest while we imagined what could have been and was not. Sometimes we cried, sometimes we planned escapes that we both knew we would never carry out, sometimes we let our bodies speak for us.

On rare occasions, a fleeting encounter in the corridors of the castle, turned into whispers and furtive kisses hidden behind some curtain, but they were the least, because, no matter how exciting that was, what we were risking was not little.

That way, a couple of weeks that our guest invested in tasting the delicacies that Arendelle had to offer, in strolling along the shores of the fjord, and even in entering with Kristoff in our mountains to enjoy the views from the top, passed. From what we could see, he was a very close and easy-going man (nothing to do with Hans's uptight) and who enjoyed the small pleasures of life immensely, which made his company to everyone's liking. However, no governor can be absent too long from their kingdom, so it didn't take much longer for him to announce his departure.

Two nights before he left for Portugal, we held a gala dinner in his honor to which, at his request, the staff members were also invited, so Kristoff was also there.

Toast after toast, my cheeks became pinker and pinker, my laughs easier and more boisterous, and my legs more unsteady.

"Anna, it seems that alcohol is depriving you of your faculties, it might be a good idea for you to retire to your bedroom and rest, don't you think?" Elsa said trying to hide a mocking smile.

Good idea. The sooner I retired, the sooner he would arrive.

"You're right, I think I need to sleep."

I stood up to apologize to everyone and get out of there, but my legs said they weren't willing to walk and I staggered until I almost fell on super Kai.

"Anna! You can't go alone in that state, you'll end up rolling down the stairs," Elsa exclaimed getting up to help me. "Come on, I will go with you."
"Your Majesty," Kristoff intervened, starting me slightly as he approached us from the other end of the table from which we had been avoiding meeting glances throughout the evening. "I was about to retire too. If you wish, I will accompany Princess Anna. Her Highness may continue to enjoy the celebration."
"Hm… good idea. It would not be polite to leave both of us leaving our honor guest here," she observed thoughtfully. "Very well. You have taken care of her in worse condition, I suppose you can get her up some stairs without her cracking her head. Thank you, Kristoff."

Kristoff shook his head, bowed to the queen, and took my arm with care and utmost chastity to put it over his shoulder.

"Good night," I babbled just before leaving, throwing most of my weight on the man I would always trust with my life without hesitation.
"So you don't handle alcohol well, huh?" Kristoff commented amusedly on the way to my room.
"I'm just a little tipsy."
"Sure you are…"

When we got to the stairs I looked up. They have never seemed so high to me. I was sure it would take longer to climb them than it took us to climb that mountain the first day on the island. But I didn't even have time to complain, by the time I realized it, Kristoff was lifting me off the ground and accommodating me in his arms ready to climb them for me.

"Did I tell you that I love you?" I whispered in his ear.
"I could listen to it one more time," he answered smirking without taking his gaze from the front.

It didn't take long for us to find ourselves perfectly settled in my bed, telling bad jokes as a result of alcohol, and drinking from each other's lips with sweetness and covered with the soft wrapping of lethargy.

"Good morning. More recovered already? Last night you were a little happier than enough… Anna!"

Elsa's voice pulled me out of my sweet, sweet morning sleep, and her scandalized and flushed expression made me realize that Kristoff was still comfortably hugging my body.

"Oh, no."