GTG: Sorry, sorry, another simple chapter. Originally this was like 3,000 words and quite meaningless. So I cut off some unnecessary stuff. Next chapter will be something. Definitely something. I thank you for the reviews, and everyone reading this. The only established pairing I have right now is the one-sided Elsanna.

The sound of a mug placed on the table persuades Elsa to lift her head. She smiles at the scent of coffee. Grabbing the warm mug with two hands. She makes the brown liquid cold. "Thank you, Gerda."

"You're welcome, your majesty," courtesy Gerda. She has on thicker wear with knitted mittens. That's fine. It's lightly snowing in the dining room. Elsa can't stop it until her headache does. Most times, when she is unwell with the sniffles or stomachache, her magic slightly spikes out of her control— not in an alarming manner. There was this one time her allergies were not in her favor. Every sneeze resulted in a section of floor to be ice. Kai did not expect to slip when bringing her lunch to her room.

"Though I must warn, it's not your usual take," says the older woman

With wide eyes, Elsa gasp. "No chocolate?"

"I apologize, my queen, but only caffeine is recommended for your hangover. And we have a nice breakfast for you once done."

"I'm not that hungover," she whispers. There's always a dollop of chocolate in her coffee. Call her weird— but hot coffee isn't pleasant to her. "Well at least tell me there's sugar."

"Three teaspoons."

"Yay," Elsa drinks her coffee. She had awoken early by the sounds of Anna softly snoring in her ear, sprawled out, taking most of the bed. She roamed the halls, hoping that the slight knocking in her head would wear out. Oh, why did she even drink two glasses? (—Because, Elsa, you saw how those dark drinks made people at ease, and you were still anxious from her coronation and being around so many lively people. You saw a solution, Elsa, and during that time you didn't regret it—). Eventually, she finds herself in the small family dining room, resting her head on the smooth, polished wooden table. Luckily, Gerda came by, wonder why the neighboring rooms suddenly got cold. She told the queen that she order the cooks to make a small breakfast and that she will return coffee. Now Elsa waits for breakfast.

"It's a good thing you have a free agenda for the day," comments Gerda.

Well, yes she does have a free schedule for the day. Until the evening. Dinnertime with the other regals from the other visit countries. Another social event. But this one is different. At the party, she was able to walk around (and drink a bit) to ease her anxiety. If she were to walk around during this dinner, that would certainly cause raising brows. Drinking wine could be a solution to put her at ease, but she wants to avoid a knocking headache (like this one) in the following morning.

"How many will be attending?" Elsa asks quietly.

"To my knowledge, less than twenty." Gerda takes a seat, shivering. Elsa feels guilty— once her headache stops, the snow will (—the floor might be wet, though—).

"Nervous?" Gerda asks, giving a small smile.

Elsa doesn't answer. She simply looks away, sipping her coffee.

Gerda laughs. "If I may, though you might not believe, your mother was nervous for her own coronation. We actually had to postpone the crowning for hours because she hid."

Elsa snorts. "—really?" My mother was hiding? A picture of her hiding under the table in an elegant gown pops in Elsa's head. Elsa has always known her mother to be the bold type. Never to shy away from her thoughts, words, and actions. Just like Anna. Elsa was more like her father— level-headed, always calm.

"Oh yes! We found her feeding ducks in the garden. She was afraid of what people would think of her. It took a lot to convince her that the kingdom already loves her and has been very excited to see her. Soon enough, she was there, in that church, chin up—"

"That's part is done, Gerda," Elsa points out. Thinking back on the coronation, she wonders why she was so nervous. That part seems easier than what's to come.

"Yes, and you did a wonderful job. People love you. They are fascinated with your beauty and beautiful magic. Don't fear for the future. You'll be a wonderful Queen."

She can only hope. "Thank you, Gerda," Elsa says, genuinely but tiredly. She's going to say something else, but a servant appears, gently setting a platter in front of her—

The latter is unnecessary because on her plate is only eggs and an English muffin.

Elsa groans. "I hate English muffins!"

"Recommended," reminds Gerda.

"I request some pancakes," Elsa says, pushing the muffin far from her eggs. "I'll still be hungry after this. And Anna will wake at the smell of breakfast."

"Brunch," Gerda offers, standing. "I'll alert the cooks." She bows and leaves.

It doesn't take long for the Queen's new breakfast to be set in front of her, steaming. And it certainly doesn't take more than five minutes for Anna to come in with wild hair and a watery mouth.

"Oh god! I am starving!" She plops down at the table and immediately digs in, hardly taking note that it's snowing.

When they finished eating a half an hour and the snow stops (—obliviously to Elsa and Anna), Gerda, patiently waiting, ask Anna about her first day outside the gates. In an excited manner, Anna shares her wonders. Elsa sits back and listens, sipping her orange juice. Some of the things she shares, Elsa heard last night, before slipping to slumber. She's glad she can hear her sister describe her adventure in details now.

"—I was hoping that I can explore again," Anna says, finishing up. "While the decorations of festivals are being set up." She looks hopefully at Elsa.

"If I may," starts Gerda. "I do suggest that you should take a guard or an attendant with you. This village square is expecting to be very busy."

Elsa slightly winces. She didn't think about that when she allowed Anna to roam around free, by herself. The Queen sits up. "I do agree. I'll have Nathaniel and another to be at your side."

Anna giggles. "I don't think that's needed, Elsa. I can take care of myself."

"Yes, I know, but you know, we have to keep all evidence of your vampiric traits a secret. Like your strength. And you speed," the Queen reasons. "You have to be seen delicate for a while."

Anna's face twist. "Delicate? What do you mean by delicate?"

Elsa notes how her sister's tone is offended. Maybe that's the wrong word but she can't care about that right now, so with a calm voice, Elsa says, "Meaning you are still a princess. And everyone should see that you are a graceful princess."

Anna cast her eyes down to her pancakes. Her lips curls downward. Elsa folds her hands in her lap and waits til her sister make a decision. After a few moments, bright blue orbs meet her. "Fine."

"So you understand."

"I do." Anna smiles.

"Princess Anna, please slow down!"

Without breaking her fast-pacing. Anna turns to the guards, loving the feeling of how her yellow dress sways. "Maybe you should… catch-up!" she laughs turning around and bumping into a larger figure.

An arm quickly wraps around her waist, breaking her fall. "I caught you!" says a familiar voice.

Anna looks up and blush. "Hans!" He gives a dazzling smile. If she could, she would melt, right here, right now.

"Slowly step away from the princess," orders Nathaniel. His tone is threatening— something Anna would never describe the kindhearted Nathaniel. She turns to her guards as Hans removes his warm hold from her body. Nathaniel has his sword unsheathed. His frowning partner has his hand on the handle of his weapon.

Anna holds out her hands. "Whoa! I know him! He's a prince! Prince Hans of the Southern Isles. He's no harm. You can put those away." She nods at their weapons.

They hesitate. Glancing between the royals. When their weapons are concealed, they give a short bow. "Our apologies."

Hans hums. "Nonsense! I too would've done the same if an unknown man approaches the beautiful princess."

Ooh, he called me beautiful! "What you are doing?" Anna asks, turning to look up at him. God, he is breathtaking.

"Exploring the grounds," he answers.

"Really? Me too!"

"Is that so? I expect the princess to know her town," smirks Hans.

Oh— "Well of course I do!" Anna lies, chuckling. "I'm exploring the decorations of the festivals. It's very exciting."

"Oh I do agree— would you like to join my adventure of exploring Arendelle's wonderful grounds." He offers his hand. Anna glances back her guards. They don't seem to care much about their conversation.

Anna rests her hand in the prince. "I would like nothing more.

"Okay, okay—" Anna laughs. "I dare you to, uh, eat a slice of lemon." She points to a stand, with a disappointed man, leaning on his wooden table. On the table, there's an abundance of stacked lemons. A platter, displaying slices of lemons. Hans smirks at her.

"You're so on!"

The old man brightens like a newborn star when Hans to take a sample. "Yes! Yes! Of course!"

Taking a slice, he plops in his mouth. Anna waits, with a smug smirk, for that sour expression. But it never comes. Hans removes the now dried lemon from his mouth and places the sliced peel on the platter. He picks up another slice and offers it to her.

Feeling competitive, Anna snatches it and puts it in her mouth. Immediately, the taste of the lemon causes her to twist her face. She takes out her mouth, shivering. "Blah! I don't how you can…" She gestures to his mouth and the lemon. "What's your secret?" she playful whispers.

"My secret…?" Hans lowers his voice while leaning close to her ear. Anna holds her breath. "Is that I happen to like lemons for their taste." He turns to the man. "I'll take a bag to go," he says, fishing out some coins in his pocket to let them clatter on a table. The man beams at the prince before hurrying to make his order.

Anna watches Hans take another lemon in his mouth. She's suddenly aware of how thirsty she is. Not— in a way her throat or lips are dry. But in a way that induces a slight hunger. A hunger that Anna find her eyes glues to Hans' neck. It peeks from his collar. Showing a very bit of his fair skin. She wants to see more of his neck. Anna feels she can tell a lot about someone's blood by looking at their neck. Like her sister's— With her slender neck, she can tell Elsa's blood is sweet— probably sweeter than a juicy—

Hans takes the lemon from his mouth and points, "people are gathering?"

"Really?" Anna follows his gaze. "Oh! They are!" Hans is reaching for another slice of lemon when she grabs that very hand and tugs him after her. To distract her sudden thirst. "Let's find out why!"

They easily slide through the cheery crowd. When they reach to the middle, Anna gasp. Letting go of Hans' hand and runs—

And maybe that was a bad idea (—no, not the part of letting go prince Hans' hand, because if Elsa saw, who knows what would've happened?); running. Because she didn't bother to look on the ground—

the ice ground.

Luckily, she didn't slip and fall— she staggers as she tries to keep her posture upright, heading straight to the concerned queen. She collides into her sister, wrapping her arm around her thin torso (Elsa, expecting the collision, catches Anna). "Elsa! You're— you're out!"

Elsa giggles. She says that as if I was in prison. Perhaps they were. Restricted only to the palace for so many years, outside of the world. But for their (Anna's) own good. Elsa banishes those thoughts out her head. "Well yes!" Elsa replies. "Surprise!"

"Surprise?" Anna exclaims. "Surprise isn't the word— whoa!" She slips a little, but Elsa tightens her hold.

"Here," whispers Elsa, waving her hand. Anna feels her height different by a half an inch. She sees that ice on her flat shoes. She moves her feet for better inspection and finds that ice skates formed on the bottoms. She beams at her sister. "I love it!— but I don't know how too…"

Elsa smiles. "It's easy," She pulls her along the ice. "Just follow me."

Anna looks down, to control her (wobbly) movements and copies Elsa's expert feet— wait, where're her skates? (not that she barefooted)— "You don't have skates?"

Soft fingers on her chin bring her gaze to Elsa's blue eyes. "Don't worry about that. Follow me. That's it. Glide…"

Whatever words Elsa says next falls dead on Anna's ears. People around them seems to cease to exist. Her heart skips a beat at a lovely sensation wrapping around her. She's never seen Elsa outside of her element (the palace! the palace!), and she's perfect! Here— here and everywhere, Elsa will always look perfect. And— and Anna (she concludes—) she loves her sister (falling— not just loves— falling—)

And Anna's swears to herself, she will fall in love with Hans. She has to.

Because falling for Elsa will only hurt herself in the end.

(but, right now, she can enjoy this moment. being this close to her sister. touching her…)