Camus yawned and proceeded to sit up. The first thing that came to mind was that today was the tenth anniversary since that fateful day when Elsa started her training under him.

Camus smiled, thinking of the day when the scared little girl was brought to him. The same girl who had now turned into a confident young woman, although still rather shy by normal standards.

He stood up and proceeded to make the bed, after which he took a cold shower and got dressed.

Heading downstairs, he was surprised by the sight that beheld him.

Elsa was on and about, making breakfast, singing all the meanwhile.

A few seconds later she finally turned in his direction, jumping back a bit from being startled, with a hand to her chest. "Camus, you startled me," she said, referring to him by his first name, something that she had been doing ever since she had turned fourteen, after which, he had deemed her old enough to be on a more personal level with him.

"I apologize, but I myself am very surprised to see you up and about before me for the first time in . . . ever."

"Yes, well today is an important day for me . . . and for you too I hope?"

Camus decided on having some fun with her first, so he decided to play dumb and asked, "What makes today more special than any other day?"

"You don't know?" Elsa asked, turning towards him.

She may have been wearing her mask, but Camus could tell that she had a frown on her face.

"Other than being the 10th anniversary since I started training an insecure little girl, no, I don't know what else it would be," Camus said, a sly smile on his face.

"Not funny," Elsa said, slapping his arm, but laughing all the same.

"You'd think that it was my birthday, what with all of this," Camus said, waving a hand at the food in front of him.

"Yes, well, take it as your reward for keeping up with me for a decade," replied Elsa.

"And besides," she continued, "It's not like I could ever celebrate your birthday, since you refuse to tell me about it."

"Yes, well, I've never been one for celebrations. As for keeping up with you, it's not like that difficult at all. You've made my life more special, giving me a reason to look forward . . . helping you as helped me . . . More so than I ever thought it would."

Elsa was dumbfounded at hearing the Gold Saint's words. She had felt the same thing for him, but it was more than that too, he had helped her so much, helped her to master her powers and abilities, it was thanks to him that she was no longer afraid of herself, although she was still wary of hurting others, despite all her years of training.

Furthermore, hearing his words sent a warm feeling throughout her stomach, a feeling that she had started to feel for the Gold Saint for some years now.

"You know, this is pretty great," she heard Camus say, causing her to snap out of her trance. "Uhh?, what was that?"

"You're cooking," replied Camus. "Really great, a definite improvement over the years," he said, giving her a smirk.

Elsa blushed, remembering her first attempts at cooking, which were nothing short of disastrous.

"Anyway, I was thinking that since it's been ten years you finally deserve a day off," said Camus.

It seemed like today was just a day of surprises because Elsa couldn't quite believe her ears. It's not like there hadn't been days off before, but they had been pre-planned, never something spontaneous like this out of the blue.

"Really?" asked Elsa, finally snapping out of her trance. "What will we do all day then?" she asked." "Whatever you want," replied Camus.

Smiling wide behind her mask, Elsa could barely contain her glee when she asked, "Do you want to build a snowman?"

A few minutes later, both Elsa and Camus were outside, building a snowman, with what for other people would be springtime clothes, but seeing as the cold didn't bother them, there was no need for winter attire.

Afterwards they had a snowball fight and made snow angels, something that would have been a complete no for the Aquarius Saint before he met Elsa. They then finished the day by drinking hot chocolate next to the fireplace, after which Elsa went off to bed, while Camus went out for a walk, something that Elsa had come to see as the usual for him.

Elsa couldn't help but think that everything was perfect.

Camus was sitting on a stump outside, with his head in his hands, not sure how he was going to break the news to Elsa. A few hours before, while he was taking his walk a messenger had come riding a horse through the path in the direction of the cabin. While messengers were not a common thing, they were still expected from time to time, but by no means at that particular hour. Confronting the rider, Camus inquired as to what news he had, only to be met with the news of the King and Queen of Arendelle's death, by ship no less, in the middle of the North Sea on their way to a wedding . . . A long lost, but newly found cousin to Elsa, said the messenger.

Dismissing him, Camus had gone back to the cabin, but had stayed outside, too consumed by his thoughts to be able to get any sleep whatsoever.

He would have to tell Elsa. Of that there was no question. But how? Should he be blunt about it? or should he try to soften the blow?

Camus had never been one to beat around the bush ,but seeing how they were talking about the death of Elsa's parents, there were some considerations to be had.

He wondered what Elsa would want to do. He had been contemplating her possible return to Arendelle, seeing how she had gained such mastery of her abilities over the past ten years and how it had been so long since she saw her family, but if she returned to Arendelle it would not be for the type of family reunion that he had in mind for Elsa.

There was of course Princess Anna . . . No, Queen Anna, who was after all, the heir to Arendelle ever since Elsa's arrival in Sanctuary ten years ago.

Furthermore, Camus worried about how this might affect Elsa's progress and whether she might go into a recession of sorts due to the loss of her parents, not that it had to do at all with her powers, but seeing how her emotions fueled her powers, it was not an impossible suggestion.

He sighted, running a hand through his hair, dreading the conversation that was soon to come.

Just then, he saw Elsa step out the door and start walking in his direction.

This was definitely going to be a hard day.