Anna playfully bumps Elsa. "Oh! Did you see that duke's hair?"

"Anna, there were about six dukes at the dinner— all with hair," says Elsa, slowing her walk. "Be more specific."

"Ah, y'know, the Duke of Weasletown—"

Elsa gasp, dissolving into giggles. "W-Weselton!" she corrects.

"Yeah that! Anyway!— did you see his hair while he was bouncing around?!"

"That man was sprighting for his age." Elsa stops to adjust her left heel, using the wall for support.

"And while he was bouncing around, so was his hair!" Anna moves closer to her ear and whispers, "I saw his shiny scalp!"

Elsa suppress a groan and a pained expression with a hum as they continue to Anna's room. These shoes are definitely not meant to be worn after some hours. "Really?" She's not exactly following what Anna is saying but she seems very elated. Her eyes are bright and she's displaying her short fangs as she speaks. Opening the gates and allowing her to explore has really brightened her week. She has never seen her sister this happy and excited (especially when she made that surprise visit at the village square) before in such a long time. It's as if Anna is back a little girl again.

"Yup! He's bald! Or balding— wearing a flippity wig!" Anna laughs, twirling.

Okay— these need to come off— now. Elsa stops and takes off her right heel with a sigh. Anna stops twirling and frowns. "Is everything okay?"

"Mhm!" Elsa takes off her other heel and fixes her posture. "It's just— I'm tired, Anna. Many people wanted me to hold their babies or kiss my hand—"

"Aww, I wanted to hold babies! They're so small— how many babies did you hold?"

"Twelve, one burped in my face. I'm just tired, and these shoes hurt my feet. This dinner was not my favorite. And I had to keep the ice rink and everyone's skates… well, iced. Do you have any idea how much energy it took to keep the ice?" Heels loosely held, Elsa wiggles her toes. "I don't think I can take another step!"

"Welllll, ya don't have to!"

Before Elsa could question, Anna— in a swift movement— swoops Elsa off her feet in bridal style. She grins at the shocked Elsa and set course to the Queen's room.

"I must say," Elsa muse while kicking her feet and wrapping an arm around her sister's shoulder... "This is effective, I'm not too heavy am I?"

"Oh no!" Anna shakes her head. "I could easily toss you in the air—"

"—you will not—"

"—I will not—" Anna nods. "But really, I hardly feel your weight. I could probably pick up a horse— which, of course— I will not."

"Good." One of her vampiric abilities is her unusual strength. Elsa had told Anna that she shouldn't express her strength too often. She needs to be seen as a delicate princess. If anyone or a staff— besides Gerda, Kai, and Nathaniel— sees them now, puzzling looks would be upon their faces.

"I really enjoyed that ice skating rink. I didn't know you could skate that well— without skates! First sword fighting and now ice skating! Are you hiding more talents?"

Elsa yawns. "Those are surprises,"

"Can't wait. I've never been this happy— I mean, don't get me wrong, I do enjoy being in the castle, with you— but I'm really happy to be outside the gates. It's…" Anna pause to think of a word. "Great?"

"Exciting?" Elsa provides, looking up at her sister's lovely features.

"Exciting," Anna confirms, blushing.

They are quiet until they reach Elsa's room. Anna sets her sister down and rubs her own shoulder. "So, um, goodnight?"

Elsa opens the door. She doesn't miss when Anna shivers, rubbing both of her shoulders now. Sometimes her room is at a freezing temperature to others. To her, it feels great. "You sound uncertain, Anna," Elsa says, smiling, sleepily.

"I— um—" Anna stutters and then just throws her arms around Elsa's torso. Elsa stumbles back a little before returning the embrace, whilst smoothing her hair. "Love you, Elsie."

Elsa smiles. "I love you too."

Anna peels herself away. "Goodnight!"

"Yes— oh! Before I forget, I decided that the festivals will end after your birthday."

Right then and there, Elsa swears Anna could have exploded. Her eyes widen and well as her smile. She clasps her hands together and jumps up and down. "REALLY?!"

"Yeah. Your birthday will be the biggest of them all."

"Oh, Elsa!" Anna kisses Elsa—

Not a subtle kiss, no— She cups Elsa's cheeks and brings her down for a long lingering kiss on the lips.

Stunned, Elsa isn't sure what to do (—what the hell can I do?). When the gears in her brain decide to function, Anna leaves her personal space. Elsa watches her sister squeals and gleefully runs (at an alarming speed) to her room.

Elsa's fingers ghost over her tingling lips. That was… unexpected. Hugs and kisses, on the cheek, are not unfamiliar with Elsa and Anna. They're just actions of endearments. But never a long kiss on the lips. If anything, Elsa had expected one of Anna's bone-crushing, oxygen-depriving, please-Anna-I-think-that's-long-enough hugs… not that kiss. Perhaps it was her high elation that drove her to that… blunt action.

Elsa shakes her head, too tired to think more on it. Anna is just a fun silly girl. Sometimes quite unpredictable.

The sky's awake.

The night's awake.

And of course, Anna is awake.

She's still buzzing with excitement (and quite hungry, to add. Dinner tonight was not fulfilling. She needs something else…). By now— it's around 3 am— everyone's asleep, dreaming and resting for tomorrow.

And she remains up—

She flirts with the idea of waking up Elsa for a little fun but her sister seemed completely exhausted and relieved to be in bed. That would be unfair and mean. And besides, she can't face Elsa.

She kissed her.

On the lips.

For a very long time.

She kissed Elsa! And while that is a great achievement, the thought of it keeping her awake and alert, it is still… weird? Is that the word (—who cares, Anna! You kissed her!)

So what to do?— other than pace anxiously in this cramped room.

The wind blows in her room, the curtains softly brushing the air (she had opened them to rid the stuffiness in her room. It's not really working). Oh! A thought— one rather mischievous thought— births in her head. She nibbles on her bottom lip as she shuffles to the window. She places her hands on the windowpane and leans out a bit. The wind blows again, invitingly, against her face. Anna closes her eyes and hums. She swears— it's as if the wind is calling for her. To jump out of this window, get off the castle grounds and explore the nighty wonders in the town.

But what if Elsa finds out? What would she do? Keep her inside the castle for another year? She doubts the consequence would go even that far. It'll be something subtle. But annoying. She can already feel Elsa's scolding voice, You risked yourself, Anna! What if someone harmed you? I can't protect you if I don't know where you are! Sneaking out goes against the rules—

actually…

—they haven't established a rule for 'no leaving the castle at night!' In fact, Anna doesn't recall that Elsa ever fixed a curfew for the princess.

So would she get in trouble?

Anna glances back at the door, nibbling on her lip harder now.

She suppose Elsa won't be angry; because she won't find out, Anna thinks, hopping on the windowpane (she's barefoot. The cold bricks is a nice sensation against her flesh). I'll come straight back after an hour.

Tearing her eyes away from the closed door, Anna peers down. She's about three or four stories up. The jump at this height would surely, gravely injure or kill a normal human. To her, she might experience a little pain or discomfort— if she slows the momentum of falling.

Anna takes a deep breath and hops of the ledge.

The wind whips through her hair— she wished she hadn't undone her braids. She prefer her braids than any other hairstyle; in her opinion the braids make her look young and innocent— contradicting her biological truth. Having her hair down and free makes her looks older and boring. And the older the more boring (not! that Elsa is boring! Well… sometimes, but she is always surprising! And she is beautiful when her hair is down.)

Anna allows her body to slide downwards against the brick building— ow ow ow!— and soon she lands heavily on the ground, wincing at the slight pain that flowers in her knees. "Ouchhh…" Anna groans. "I'm never doing that again!"

She straightens her posture and smile. I did it! And, oh, she loves this! She twirls. It feels so good to be in the night. Very exciting! What should she do first? She doubts anyone would be up at this hour. Who in their right mind would? And that's okay— really. No wouldn't shan't see her.

A light jog and Anna finds herself in the village square. She twirls, grinning at the cool wind at her skin. There are torches illuminating the streets. Some of the decorations are still up. Colorful banners loosely hanging around. Little amount of trash is littered around. Ironically, it's not a bothering sight to her. If anything, it's still pretty.

Walking, Anna could see some candles lit through windows. She stops at one closed tore and sniffs. This is where lemons are sold. She briefly thinks back on how Hans really seemed to enjoy the taste of lemons. She giggles and notices a ladder. Humming, she climbs it. Climbs it up to the roof.

Here— on the top— the air is completely different. It's like in the palace but— but outside. Anna closes her eyes and tilts her head to the sky.

It's so peaceful here. She feels as if she can do anything. Like— like (she looks ahead her) she can get to that building!

Anna braces herself, hoping up a few times, and shaking her hands. She counts to three before taking off. Getting close to the edge she leaps. She doesn't expect to land to on the next building and continue to run. She gasps which quickly turns to laughter. "Again, again, again!" she says to herself, whilst effortlessly jumping on roof to roof, enjoying the rushing breeze.

(Who'd ever known, that running of roofs throughout the night would be so much fun than roaming around the busy village during the day?)

Anna climbs down a thick vine along a brick wall. "That's was fun!" she says to herself, brushing off invisible dust from her dress.

She hears voices. Hisses of laughter. And soft mewling. It sounds… sexual. Oh! Like any teen, this only heightens her curiosity. She had read stories and seen forbidden drawings about sex. Sex seems to be a private moment. Are people willing to do that out in the public? Oh, how they must think they are safe from observers at this early hour of the night.

Anna press her back against a wall of a building. She can hear the noises quite clearly. Two men and a woman.

And the sounds they make are not good.

The woman is pleading. For them to stop. Anna feels something bubbling in her. She peeks around the corner.

The woman is between two tall males, dressed in all black. They tightly grip the woman, nuzzling her neck, shoving their greedy hands under her dress as she struggles helplessly.

Anna presses her back against the wall again. She bangs her head on the brick wall, wincing at the unexpected pain.

This is wrong! She needs to do something. The woman needs helps and no one isn't around— except her. And she just can't stand her and let this happen to the poor women.

Without another thought, Anna finds herself storming towards them— she doesn't notice her fingernails growing too thick, sharp claws. "HEY!"

The men snap their attention to her—

"You get your hands off her right— right n-now!"

Her voice falters because of the sight in front of her. Their faces are very pale. Blood dripping from their chins and lips. Long fangs are displayed and eyes bright red—

They are vampires—

And as shock Anna is, she must keep her tough facade on.

One of the vampires smirks. He release his hold of the woman, leaving her completely for the other vampire with strange blond hair. He nuzzles more— no, not nuzzle.

Drinks— he drinks from the woman.

"Oh!" the vampire says. His accent is unfamiliar. As if English is a third language to him. He has four jagged claws over his right eye. He takes a step towards Anna. "What do we have here?"

"Someone you don't want to mess with!" Anna states. "Leave her alone and go away!"

"Or what? Or what might a delicate, delicious," with that word, the vampire lick his forefinger. "girl as yourself would do should we not comply with her pathetic threat?"

Anna chuckles. "Oh, you really don't wanna know." In fact— she doesn't know herself.

"I'm quite curious," he growls.

"Wait." This is from the blonde vampire. He drops the limp,— limp, dead woman. She's dead, they've killed her, Anna thinks frantically in her mind—wiping his chin, only to smear the blood. Anna keeps her eyes off the red liquid, fearing that she might spike her hunger. (So far she hasn't smelt the blood herself.)

The blonde place his claws on the other vampire's shoulder, boring his red eyes into Anna's blue ones. She feels uncomfortable… exposed in a way.

The blonde sniffs the air. His eyes widen the size of saucer plates. "Smell her," he orders his vampire friend. "She is her."

"What?" Anna questions.

"Impossible!" The scarred vampire sniffs the air like a crazed dog. His eyes widen and he gasps, "She is!"

"What?"

The two vampires drop to their knees, hard. They bow, noses touching the stoned asphalt, arms out.

"Please forgive us, my queen," they chant.

"Queen—?" Anna let go of the tough-girl expression. Right now she is utterly confused. "Okay— can someone tell me what's going on? You're mistaken. I'm not the queen, my sister is."

"We are sorry to disagree with you, but you are indeed our future queen."

"The half human, half Lord himself shall bring great treasures in the near future. She is you, our queen to be."

Turning her gaze to the night sky, Anna sighs. Half of her regrets this late night adventure. The other half doesn't.

She has never encountered vampires. Her biological half's kind. And while that somehow brings some positive sensation, Anna is the only one, like herself. She is a good vampire. The only good vampire, who doesn't kill at night, whose nature is nothing but evil, like the vampires in tales and the ones kneeling before her—

They claim that she is a queen.

A queen of what?

Anna sighs again. She truly regrets this night.

"Stand up please."

Like a puppet, they comply on an instant. Anna blinks. "Touch each other's head."

They do.

"Clap your hands."

They applaud.

Anna smirks. So they'll do anything I say, huh? Okay, this should be fun. Anna begins a list in her head of ridiculous acts when she realizes this is certainly wrong.

First, they are vampires, out in the open.

Second, there's a dead woman.

And lastly— most importantly— she should be in the palace.

Her smirk disappears and she tells them to stop.

"What else should we do for you, my queen?" the blonde asks.

"Allow us to fetch you a delightful meal— as a gift of gratitude and a personal apology from the—"

"No, uh, that won't be necessary," says Anna. "Just— Just—" Just what? They are vampires. Known to be the vile creatures who only kills. They have just killed this woman. So 'just' what? She can't exactly snitch, without jeopardizing herself. She can't exactly kill or harm them both. And if she could— having the capabilities— would she? They are still living creatures, like herself. She is of their kind, but I'm a good vampire. And they are bad, she reminds herself. But I can't. Her soul won't allow her to in either scenario.

So 'just' what?

"Go," she finally says. "Just go."

"My Queen—"

"Leave!" she hisses, baring her fangs.

They leave right away. Running towards the dark woods

Anna doesn't look at the dead woman. She's breathing heavily. She wants nothing but to go home. She can't be here. She isn't supposed to be here! She feels heat... a wave of inexplicable anger. She wants to— she wants—

Anna bites her fist to prevent a scream. She tightly closes her eyes and tries to control her breathing.

When calm, Anna removes her fist from her mouth. She winces at the sight of her blood trickling from her knuckles. She licks the tasteless blood away and sighs. She suddenly hit with exhaustion. Well, this was an eventful night.

Anna runs home.

And Hans' jaw drops at the speed of Anna's running.