Elsa - a week later

I jolted awake, drenched in sweat. I sat up. My head was spinning, recounting the familiar nightmare. It was the last thing I had said to Pabbie. The last time Kristoff and I saw Arendelle. I felt my husband take my hand.

"You had a flashback, huh?" He mumbled. I nodded. He sat up next to me, squeezing my hand. Kristoff smiled, and I returned the favor. "Don't worry, Els. That's all behind us. Saying yes to Pabbie's offer was one of the best things we could do."

"Though who would have guessed we'd end up married with a successful jewelery shop in London and three young children. New timeline or not, that was a curve ball." I pointed out. Kristoff laughed.

"No doubt the Trolls did this on purpose. They knew we had become best friends and couldn't live without each other, especially after everyone else was gone." He said. He lit a candle and checked his watch. "It's nearly five in the morning. I think it's time to get around so we can open up at seven."

"Sounds like a plan, Kris." We both got out of bed and got dressed. Once we were around, we woke Ella and Alice and got them around. Nathan stayed asleep as we got him ready for the day. He would sit with me at the front of the shop while his sisters helped Kristoff in the back. We had a nice breakfast together, and I saved some oatmeal for Nathan when he woke up, and we went to our respective jobs. Kristoff took the girls to the back to work on making the jewelry, while I went to the front to do the actual sales.

As I sat down behind the counter, Nathan sitting on my lap, I began to think about the changes that had happened in the past week. So much of what we knew was gone, yet we wouldn't trade it for anything. I drifted back to the day that had changed everything.

As soon as I agreed to Pabbie's plan, he waved his hands and continuously mumbled something under his breath. There were many bright flashes of light and I felt like I was falling forever. Suddenly, Kristoff and I found ourselves inside living quarters in the upstairs to a jeweler. Our ring fingers sported matching bands and a photo from what looked like our wedding was up on the wall. Alice and Ella had come bursting through the door wanting to play, which resulted in Kristoff and I hugging his little girl for a good three minutes, crying the whole time. After our initial confusion, we figured the timeline had been changed so that Kristoff and I ended up together, not him and Anna, and me and Adam.

What really hit home was the sound of a familiar cry. When we traced the source, we really knew things had changed. There was little Nathan, only a year old. Needless to say, we were overjoyed. I was convinced it was a dream until I saw my old scar, or lack thereof. Kristoff was missing his scar too. That's when we knew, it was real.

We snooped around the shop downstairs. It was apparently a jeweler that we owned and operated. A newspaper we found also told us that Matthew really had become a good king. He was described as a great British ally, and a benevolent ruler. It also said he'd visited our shop, and there was a picture of Kris and I with him, shaking his hand.

"Wow," Kristoff had said, "everything's changed."

"For the better, at least."

"You're right. Looks like Adam had been right about us owning a jeweler."

"Yeah. I'm going to miss him and Anna."

"Me too, but we have each other. Not to mention the kids. Our kids."

"Our kids, our new life, our shop. I still can't believe we're married in this timeline."

"Well, perhaps that's just an added bonus." He joked. We shared a hug. "I get to spend more time with my best friend. I love you."

"I love you too."

Nathan crying brought me out of my memories. I smiled down at the little boy.

"Good morning, buddy. You want some breakfast?" I fed him his oatmeal without mishap. When he was finished, he cooed happily. I let him play with his favorite stuffed penguin while I opened up. Seven in the morning, right on time. Kristoff joined me with the girls to help out. We went outside to flip the closed sign to open and I looked up. It was a rare sunny day in London. The kind that let's you know everything is going to be okay.

Everything was perfect, and we knew, this time, it would really stay that way.