Here's a sequel nobody asked for. Hope you like it!

—Mary, a sleep deprived gal who loves to write.

"Final round," Hans beamed, fixing his headband, while moving on his two feet to warm up, "can you believe that?"

Unlike Hans who showed enthusiasm, Elsa let out a sigh, as she bent down to tie up her shoelace. It was summer, once again, as they found themselves playing a tournament on grass—Elsa's favourite surface. Even though their singles results weren't what they'd expected, their mixed doubles result turned out even better. Facing the finals was nothing new for the world's number one in women's singles, but there was always fear that haunted her—the fear of losing control and messing things up.

"Yes, I can."

Sensing her uneasiness—probably because of the nerves, Hans stopped moving. He pressed his lips on a straight line, before reaching out to touch her shoulder.

"Hey," he gently called, and she looked up immediately, eyeing him from under her white visor. Closely, his tan lines on his upper arms and thighs were visible, and Elsa tried not to get distracted by how gorgeously tanned her boyfriend was. "This is what we've been preparing for, where's the spirit?"

Her mauve lips curved into a small smile. "Right." She stated, before standing up straight. "It's just, I don't want to mess things up."

"Elsa," the auburn haired player placed his hand under her chin. For a brief second, their eyes met, and Hans tried to boost her confidence, just like he did before every single match they were about to play. "You," he emphasized, "are the best player I've ever known, and I know a lot of them. We can win this together, you hear me?"

Her gaze softened, as his words of compliment began to sink in. The blonde smiled, before pulling him into a hug, burying her face into the crook of his neck. Inhaling his familiar scent, she let out a sigh. At this point, she didn't care whether there were eyes or cameras that tried to pry—or capture their intimate moment. She found comfort in his arms, and she wouldn't trade it for anything else. Not even a victory tastes as sweet.

"You only said that because I am your girlfriend." She murmured, once they let go of each other. "But thank you, Hans."

"Probably." He pressed a gentle kiss to her temple. "And don't you dare doubt yourself, Kaere. I know we can do this together."

Elsa nodded in determination. Yes, we can. The match ahead would probably be one of the biggest they ever played together. Their opponents were a new team consisting of the world number one in men's singles tennis, and the world number three in women's doubles tennis. But despite it being their maiden mixed doubles finals, Eugene Fitzherbert and Rapunzel Carter were two strong contenders.

Elsa and Hans had been there before, on a final round of a grand slam championship, playing as a team. Even before they began dating, their dynamic was one that people would root for. And so far, they have won three out of five mixed doubles finals. They just did well together.

Hans is right, Elsa reassured herself, besides, it is the first final round for Carter-Fitzherbert, it can't be that bad, can it? With that in mind, she walked out of the locker room with full confidence, her tennis bag was slung on her left shoulder, as she held hands with her doubles partner.

But the moment the first set started, Elsa began to regret thinking that way. It is bad, at least she thought so. As expected, the court was fully packed. It was as if the crowd grew larger and larger by match, and since it's the final match, you could imagine what happened. After the long walk towards the Centre court, and getting through the usual pre-game routines—the coin toss (in which Hans and Elsa won), and the warm up—the umpire announced that Elsa Arendelle would be the first one to serve. Having her big serving game as an advantage, she could've won the first game easily, but it seemed like her opponents decided to give her a hard time.

"Game, and first set. Carter-Fitzherbert," The umpire announced. "Carter-Fitzherbert leads six game to three."

"This has to be a joke!" Elsa scowled, once they retreated back to their bench. "An ice towel, please!" She told a ball girl standing nearby, who hurried and came back to bring her the said towel.

Trying to contain her anger, Elsa grabbed the roll and wrapped it around her neck. The cold sensation felt good on her hot skin, as she tried to calm herself down. The summer sun was too hot for her liking, and it did burn not only her skin, but also her spirit. But she needed to be in control. Deep down, Elsa was disappointed. She thought that having the golden chance of serving first would be a great advantage. Well, that was until she hit a double fault.

"Calm down, Elsa. I know you're frustrated, but we need to rethink our strategy." Hans suggested, drying his face with a white towel.

Unlike Elsa, he took the first set defeat rather calmly. It was only the first set, and he knew they could catch up very soon. All they needed was to get it together.

"Of course we do." The blonde scoffed.

From her seat, she could see her family and her team—her parents and sister, along with Coach Matthias, Gerda, and the others glancing at her direction with smiles of encouragement. She looked away, for their hopeful look could only do much.

"Alright, what have you learned so far?" He leaned to ask her.

"Rapunzel's backhand." Elsa said. "It's not the weakest, but it's definitely not the strongest."

"Then we go for her backhand." Hans stated with confidence.

Elsa turned to face him, one eyebrow raised in amusement. Certainly Hans was the optimist one among them two, and she was grateful to have him as a partner. The blonde knew she could always rely on him.

"But there's Eugene. He is a pusher, and he is dangerous when he is playing the net." She put down her water bottle. "We can hit as many aces, but we can't only rely on that. Gosh, he is a bloody wall!"

Hans held the urge to roll his eyes. He was only reminded of his own defeat against the world number one a year prior in the same tournament. But he couldn't let the negative thoughts invade his own mind. He needed to hold his ground.

"He has been playing aggressively." The auburn haired lad noted, adjusting his wristband. "Elsa, it's your turn to serve now, show them no mercy."

No mercy, indeed. With Hans' perfected skill and Elsa's channeled anger, the couple eventually managed to catch up. The second set was intense, and they gave them their all. Elsa tried to hit as many aces as she could, while Hans, with his perfected shots, tried to hit more short slices and drop shots. From the corner of his eye, Hans caught Agnarr's thumbs ups, and he couldn't help but feel proud of himself. To have such a legendary player back as his coach—despite that he had taken his own path at the beginning of the season—was both a great and an intimidating experience for him, especially now that Elsa is his girlfriend. But it was one of the reasons why he needed to win this match alongside her, so he could prove himself.

"Game, and second set. Arendelle-Westergaard."

They did a high-five, pretty pleased with how the match turned out. But the battle was far from the ending, and they knew that. Elsa was mentally congratulating herself for getting everything under control throughout the second set, as they led their opponents six games to three. But she knew that once she lost control, everything would go downhill.

"Well done, Kaere!" Hans patted her shoulder, once they were seated on their bench. "Keep playing like that, and I promise we would be one step ahead."

Elsa nodded, trying to catch her breath, her third ice towel was now resting on the top of her head. By now she didn't care if the commentators, someone in the crowd, or even the audiences watching at home were making fun of her for doing so. She couldn't bear the heat!

"You've played well too, Hans." She flashed him a smile, slightly elbowing him. "Keep up the good work!"

But their effort in 'playing like that' was slowly outran by their opponents. Eugene and Rapunzel were playing even more aggressive on the third set, making long rallies that slowly but surely frustrated Elsa. They knew it was her weakness. Hans grew concerned as he noticed her flushing cheeks-both from the heat and the anger. A few times he asked if she was okay, but her response was always the same, 'I'm fine.' He didn't buy it.

"Serve wide, and I'll cross."

By now, Elsa couldn't care less with hand gestures. She walked towards Hans and told her plan instead, anything to let off the steam. Hans did as told, and it turned into an ace.

"Game, Arendelle-Westergaard." The umpire announced, followed by the loud cheers from the crowd. "Arendelle-Westergaard leads five game to four. Final set."

"Come on!" He roared, punching the air with his fist.

Hans' enthusiasm was contagious, and Elsa could feel her heart beat faster. One more game and they would be crowned the champions. It had to be the longest set Elsa had ever played, with so many deuces from both sides. Their opponents did know how to push, but Elsa and Hans had been doubles partners for a long time, and they both were confident in hitting winners. Soon, the couple led the game forty-love.

Taking her place before the net, the blonde gripped her racket tight. Her eyes were on the green eyed brunette who was serving for the game. The sun was high up in the clear blue sky, and once in a while, Elsa wiped the sweat out of her face with her wristband, while adjusting her visor. If only she could control the weather and conjured some clouds. The sun was intense, but it was nowhere near the flame burning inside her.

Here we go, she thought, we can break to love.

When the ball bounced before her, Elsa hit a forehand, sending it back cross court. Rapunzel returned with a firmer backhand towards Elsa, and once again she hit a forehand. Being a leftie had its advantage, it seemed. But it wasn't for long until Eugene intervened and hit a volley. To save the game, Hans was quick to react, and with a backhand, he returned the yellow ball. Rapunzel hit the ball hard, sending it flying towards the back court, and Elsa quickly left her spot by the net.

"Mine!" She yelled, once she noticed Hans went after the ball.

Her grip tightened as she hit another forehand. The yellow ball spinned as it flew around the net, before landing right on the corner of the court.

"Game, set, and match, Arendelle-Westergaard. Two sets to one, three-six, six-three, six-four."

Elsa fell to her knees, with only her racket supporting her. She was too shaken up, and if it wasn't for Hans' embrace, she wouldn't stop shaking. Hans helped her up, and when she heard the crowd cheering loudly, Elsa knew that she was living in a reality. The blonde let out a laugh and went to hug her boyfriend tight. They did it together.

Once they pulled away, still smiling ear to ear with their hands holding each other, the couple made their ways towards the net, where their opponents were waiting. After a brief handshake and kisses on both cheeks, they were taking turns to do a handshake with the umpire.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the Mixed Doubles champions, Elsa Arendelle and Hans Westergaard."

Elsa could feel her heart swell with joy, as she waved towards the cheering crowds. She spotted her player box and blew a kiss when she saw Anna squealing. When she felt a presence behind her, Elsa turned to see Hans. Just like her, he, too, was beaming with joy.

"We did it!" The blonde threw her arms around his neck, as he spun her around.

Hans glanced at her in adoration, before putting her back to the ground. He would love to kiss her then and there, but knowing how much she disliked being the centre of attention, he settled with a small peck on her temple.

"We did it!" He repeated, fondly.

A taste of victory, it was sweet and gleeful. But for Hans and Elsa, it tasted even better to have it shared together. Hans was the best partner Elsa could ever ask for, and she could tell that he felt the same way about her. He was her rock that kept her grounded, the one who knew her so well. He complimented her like the strings to her racket, and she didn't plan to let him go anytime soon.

On court, love means nothing. But as the time passes, as long as they're together, love will always have a meaning.