Thanks so much FlyOnTheWall14 !

Here's a long chapter, you deserve it! I think it's balanced really well with humor, drama, and fluff.

Let me know what you think!

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"Gahhhh." Jax gurgled, eyes on the mirror image next to him.

Vinter's arm jerked happily, "Gatpbhhhh...ehhb" she replied to her excited brother, and he seemed to understand more than their audience.

"Ehhbah Ah."

"Ehahhh!." Whatever they said made them both smile, earning awwws from the few bystanders.

"They are so adorable, I can't wait to be an Aunt. I'm going to spoil Victoria so much, she'll be my heir, well...all provided Mary has another child which honestly- knowing them- is the least of my worries." Elsa snickered at the comment, earning a dimpled smile from the brunette.

"Yeah, well Vinter is going to make some queen, that's for sure. She and Elsa already have a special bon-" The redhead stopped as she heard a familiar sigh. 'Well definitely some sort of bond.'

"Vinter, please just...not the hair. Let. it. go. Ow! It's my hair. Don't put that in your m- Anna! Your little rebel of a child is eating my hair." The pout on the blonde's face was priceless, she could rule a kingdom, silence a room with one look, and change seasons- but handling Vinter Solsice was another story. "Maxine Danette- once again, this is not a laughing matter." The scolded woman bit her lip to keep from laughing, eyes still twinkling in amusement.

"Elsa. Calm down, you look ridiculous." Anna crouched down to face her daughter, no words were even needed. Anna had mastered the motherly glare already, and Vinter knew how to respond. The braid slipped from her mouth, saliva coated of course, and Vinter gurgled quietly, eyes looking up at her Aunt Elsa for a response.

"Don't look at me like that..." Elsa pleaded, unable to look away from the big blue apologetic eyes. "Vinter...Solstice, love. It's okay." Vinter let out a happy squeal, one that shocked them all.

Kristoff was the first to respond, looking over at his sister-in-law. "Woah, she's never done that before. Elsa I think she likes you more than what shows. Jaxton is pretty obvious about his feelings...he gets that from me."

"Both of us." Anna corrected, with a raised eyebrow. However Kristoff wasn't being swayed this time.

"Anna you don't even know what you're feeling half the time. " A couple of covered snickers followed his blatantly honest reply.

She huffed, "What? I do too. Right now you're pushing my buttons."

"No that's actually Jax." Anna looked down and sighed, her son really was pressed against the buttons of her dark green dress. He was oblivious to it, fixated on his father's voice instead. "Remember that time you couldn't tell if you were elated or gassy. Or that time we were havin-" Her eyes grew to the size of saucers.

"Woah! Okay um...stop talking. I'll letyouberight." Anna blurted awkwardly, forcing her husband to stop. How could Kristoff be so oblivious of their audience? That could've been an embarrassing, and irreversible disaster. Of course they had done it they had children, but it didn't need to be announced.

The look of disbelief on Elsa's face was almost comical...and apparently Maxine thought it was, holding back a giggle behind her hand.

"Anna you know I was going to say lutefisk right?" Kristoff replied curiously, eyes twinkling with slight amusement, which only made the redhead laugh nervously, cheeks pink with shame.

"Ha- of course. Yeah I mean...duh." She stuttered, focusing more on her children than the awkward tension. " Are you two ready to go skating? Well, sledding...sort of. Everyone is so excited to see you...and Vinter you're going to behave for Mama and Papa aren't you?"

"You too Jaxton. No crying when you see us talking to strangers." Kristoff added, crouching next to his wife and rubbing her shoulder gently. She took that as a sort of apology for his teasing.

"I do know I love you." She murmured quietly, a small smile gracing her lips as Kristoff squeezed her softly.

"And I know I'm the luckiest man in the world."

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It was four o'clock, and preparation had been mostly completed. Elsa and Maxine had recently parted in order to finish getting ready, and Anna was dragged into her sister's room in the process.

Anna, not surprisingly, was snooping around- stopping at the sight of the unwrapped physics book. Elsa kept an eye on her as she brainstormed a new dress design. It wasn't much different from the one she had worn yesterday, but this was shorter- below the knee on the left and longer on the right. The colors were more of a burgundy purple, slightly inspired by Maxine's outfit and Valentine's day- which most people believed was the purpose of the party.

"Els did you write this?!" Sky blue eyes grew wide, of course she found it. The poem had been strategically placed within the book cover, easy to miss if one wasn't looking for it.

Elsa blushed as her younger sister looked at her in awe. It wasn't news that she was good with words, but maybe Anna was shocked at how personal the poem was. "Yes." Heels clicked softly across the hardwood floor, and the familiar cursive stared up at it's writer from over Anna's pink clothed shoulder.

๐“ฆ๐“ฎ ๐“ฌ๐“ธ๐“พ๐“ต๐“ญ ๐“พ๐“ผ๐“ฎ ๐“ถ๐“ธ๐“ป๐“ฎ ๐“ฝ๐“ฒ๐“ถ๐“ฎ ๐“ป๐“ฎ๐“ฏ๐“ต๐“ฎ๐“ฌ๐“ฝ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ...

๐“Ÿ๐“ช๐“ป๐“ช๐”๐“ฒ๐“ช๐“ต ๐“ช๐“น๐“น๐“ป๐“ธ๐”๐“ฒ๐“ถ๐“ช๐“ฝ๐“ฒ๐“ธ๐“ท,

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๐“˜ ๐“ฏ๐“ช๐“ฒ๐“ต๐“ฎ๐“ญ- ๐“ฒ๐“ฝ'๐“ผ ๐“ท๐“ธ๐“ฝ ๐“ฐ๐“ฎ๐“ธ๐“ถ๐“ฎ๐“ฝ๐“ป๐”‚;

๐“๐“ต๐“ต ๐“ธ๐“ฏ ๐“ฒ๐“ฝ ๐“ต๐“ธ๐“ธ๐“ด๐“ฎ๐“ญ ๐“–๐“ป๐“ฎ๐“ฎ๐“ด ๐“ฝ๐“ธ ๐“ถ๐“ฎ- ๐“ฎ๐“ฟ๐“ฎ๐“ท ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ธ๐“พ๐“ฐ๐“ฑ ๐“˜'๐“ถ ๐“ฏ๐“ต๐“พ๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ฝ,

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๐“๐“ฝ๐“ฝ๐“ป๐“ช๐“ฌ๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ญ ๐“ต๐“ฒ๐“ด๐“ฎ ๐“ช ๐“ถ๐“ช๐“ฐ๐“ท๐“ฎ๐“ฝ ๐”‚๐“ธ๐“พ'๐“ป๐“ฎ ๐“ถ๐”‚ ๐“ถ๐“ฎ๐“ฝ๐“ช๐“ต,

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๐“˜ ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ด ๐“˜'๐“ถ ๐“ฏ๐“ช๐“ต๐“ต๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ, ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฏ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฒ๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ต๐”‚ ๐“ช๐“ท๐“ญ ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ๐“ท ๐“ผ๐“ธ๐“ถ๐“ฎ

๐“˜๐“ท๐“ฏ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฒ๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ต๐”‚ ๐“ช๐“ท๐“ญ ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ๐“ท ๐“ผ๐“ธ๐“ถ๐“ฎ...

"You said personal..." Elsa said softly, arms wrapped around her stomach at the lack of response. Maybe Anna thought it was too much.

A sniffle broke the silence, "This is so sweet." Anna carefully placed the paper on the book, turning to face her concerned older sister. "Look at you, my adorable little lovesick sister." A hand threatened to pinch her already red cheek, so she quickly swatted it away.

"Little? Really...baby sis?" Elsa quickly pinched Anna's freckled cheek, giggling in the process. Of course Anna had gained weight from the pregnancy, which was slowly receding. Her cheeks were still adorably chubby in Elsa's opinion, and pinching them reminded her of when Anna had been a toddler. The great days before their seperation. "You're so precious." She softly kissed the warm forhead in front of her, enjoying the way Anna still blushed ferociously when she was gushed over.

It never got old. "Stop." Anna would say as she ducked away to hide her smile, and Elsa knew she didn't really want it to stop. "This is important. Maxine is going to love this, it's the perfect confession."

Elsa tensed at the reminder, sure it was a perfect confession that was too late. "Anna, what am I supposed to do? She likes someone...well, she actually said she's in love with someone."

"What? No. She's been flirting with you for like, the past year Els. What else did she say?" Anna asked, seemingly unfazed by the nervewracking dilemma at hand as she turned back around and placed the poem back in its hiding spot.

Elsa caught her sister's drift and reached for the sheet of wrapping paper on the other side of her compulsively organized desk. "She can't have the person because she likes women..." She offered the sheet to Anna who froze and turned around with an excited grin.

"Oh, so you confessed to her too right?" If only it were that simple.

'I know I should have.' Elsa sighed at her fearful mistake. "No."

She cringed, waiting for her younger sister's loud reprimanding to follow her quiet reply. "Elsa! Are you kidding me!? What did you say?" Elsa prayed Maxine couldn't hear them from right across the hallway.

She paused for a moment, glancing at the painted white door and continuing when she didn't see a shadow of feet. "I said, 'I can turn Summer into Winter, what about it?' And then I told her she'd never be alone as long as I'm here." It sounded so clichรฉ out loud, making her cringe mentally. 'That sounds like something right out of a romance novel...really?'

"Awwww, that's kinda cute...but why didn't you tell her?" The sheet slid out of her hand as Anna sprung back to life, trying to center the book in the paper. She twisted it around so the bookend was towards her and frowned in disapproval.

Elsa chuckled, opening a drawer on the left side of her desk to retrieve the box she planned to put the gift in first. "I figured there was no point if she liked someone else. When I realized I should have, it was too late. That and anxiety, and doubt, and fear, and-"

Her younger sister grabbed the pale hand holding the box, and a comforting squeeze brought the list to a halt. "All right I get it." A nod followed Anna's familiar understanding smile. "What else happened? Did you find anything else out about her crush?"

"Yes, Max said she is beautiful inside and out, is intelligent, has an angelic voice-" Elsa paused, 'Angelic eyes...no, that's just a coincidence.' she thought before continuing. "Her laugh and smile are hypnotic, they bring out the best in her, and that Max would do anything for her."

The paper crinkled as she folded it with a surprising level of precision and grace. "Still sounds like you. But if ya really really want, I'll come up with some ways to make sure. What did you say about that?"

All she could say. "She sounds wonderful, and that not all love is unattainable. How do you know without trying?' That's when things got awkward- I didn't tell you, she kissed my hand after that...like three times. That's why we came upstairs, because I didn't know what to do." An awkward half chuckle escaped her throat at the embarrassing memory. It probably could've been handled better than running from it. However, facing the issue was easier said than done.

Anna face palmed dramatically, dragging her hand down her face with a sigh. "How can one person be the most intelligent I've ever met, and the most oblivious? Of course you told her to try... and when she does, you avoid it. I understand you reach out too sometimes, but you need to try even harder tonight. See if she gets jealous, hold her hand...ask her to do something absurd to test the 'I'd do anything for her' theory...and then I'll ask her to do something similar to see the results."

"Absurd like what?" Elsa picked up the wrapped gift and released an intricate looking silvery frost over the purple wrapping paper.

There was a thinking pause, or a pause for admiration of the decorative ice. "Uh, I don't know...like ask her t- well put your shoes on for you? Or wait- nevermind. Maybe we can do that tomorrow...or you could just kiss her tomorrow and solve all your problems."

"Nope. I can't- well if I do kiss her tomorrow it'll be short and innocent. I can't kiss-kiss her because we might end up being all over each other on Valentine's day. If I confess now and feelings are mutual, I might be too blindsided to create boundaries. Then things get complicated with boundaries because...obviously an unmarried man and a woman shouldn't stay in the same bed, but no one would question Max and I at this point, we're close friends. It'll appear that way until we come out, or announce we are courting. Or get married in secret and say South Holland is our closest ally and trade partner...therefore we are politically bonded. " Elsa rambled, revealing all the thinking she had embarrassingly done already for a relationship that was only possible.

"Or tell them it is a political marriage to best benefit our kingdom. I actually did some research before the twins came, I want you to be happy Els. The Dawn of a New Era isn't just for accepting magic...it's for acceptance of love too because it's the most powerful magic of all. Magic everyone can weld in one form or another. Our people will understand, they have to."

You're right...but marriage is a long way off." Elsa told herself, clearing her thoughts on the subject to avoid having false hopes. "So back to this make her jealous idea...how would I do that?"

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How desperate was she for going to Anna for love advice? Sure her in-laws were now love experts, but...it wasn't the same. 'Am I really about to use someone to get a reaction from Max?' The thought made her stomach churn. She couldn't really warn someone beforehand thanks to her secret. "I'm only flirting with you to make my lady crush jealous" That sounded preposterous.

'Wait, Peter! He should be attending, and he knows!' The only reason Peter was aware of Elsa's sexuality however, was because she decided to give him a true reason as to why she didn't return his advances. He was quite a catch, and she honestly felt terrible, but he was so kind and supportive of the whole situation regardless.

Elsa smiled with relief as she made her way to the nearly empty ballroom, jumping as a tall dark figure quickly moved away from the snack table whistling innocently. "Hello?" She asked stepping to the side so the towering kransekake wasn't blocking her view. 'Peter, of course into the snacks already.'

"Ah, Queen Elsa, it's great to see you." His dimpled smile was contagious as he bowed politely, unintentionally showcasing the cookie he held behind his back. She couldn't help but laugh knowingly at his ability to test the boundaries. Catching him in the act of stealing snacks before a party wasn't new, in fact the first time they had both caught each other.

That was four years ago, before he had been inducted into the Royal Council under his father, The Earl of Njorden. Peter was more of an ambassador or representative than anything else. His good looks and charm winning favor over the more magic-hesitant kingdoms.

"Peter! It feels like it's been months, how was your trip?" Elsa was truly happy to see him back safely, heart fluttering softly as she briskly walked around the table to greet him with a short hug.

His built frame was vaguely familiar but less warm than Kristoff's, and his deep laugh reverberated through them before they separated. "Incredible, and very successful. Which we can discuss at the meeting tomorrow."

"Indeed." She carefully scanned the room for any bystanders before lowering her voice. "Peter you are one of the very few to know about my...true interests, and I was wondering...as a good friend of mine, if you could do a huge favor."

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Meanwhile, Maxine sat at her vanity once again. Where literally her reflection was fine, but it felt blurred. Two sides-one a safe adaptation born from a traumatic experience, and the other a reappearance of her old self. 'Maybe I've been hiding for too long, playing by the rules, living in the shadows, controlled by fear. Do I really want to open up again?' She asked herself, reflecting on how sudden the change had been. Honestly there were cracks in her 'good girl' facade all along-the cursing, combat training, getting wasted- and being more social only magnified the reality.

eeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEE*

A sharp ringing filled her ears, and hands instinctively shot up to cover them. That however, was pointless as it seemingly rebounded in her head. Amber turned to pale gold in the mirror, staring back with a terrifying glow before everything went dark.

"True love requires your true self. Remember that okay? Happy Birthday."

The eerily familiar voice faded away, before she was flooded with feelings of love and joy. It made her want to dance, sing...kiss someone?

'Wait, Mom?' Before Maxine could even try to comprehend what that was about, the feelings faded too- and she sat up from the vanity with a start. Piercing pale eyes stared back with an intensity that could shatter the glass, and the ringing morphed into a shrill scream. The sight caused the bench to be knocked over as she jumped back, and then tripped over it with a crash. 'What the Hell? What? Why? Who was that' She scrambled away from the vanity, gasping in fear as something hard touched her back. 'What is that

Out of trained practice she grasped the wrapped handle of her dagger from the sheath on her calf, and in one swift move, stabbed the foreign object with a precise hand. It didn't sink in easily like it should've for flesh. Instead, it stuck with the thunk of a metal blade in wood.

'Shit.'

She let go of the comforting handle and turned to see she had stabbed the leg of the bed, and not the leg of a person. "Wow Maxine. You were so kindly given a beautiful bed to sleep in, and you attack it with a damn dagger? There really is something wrong with you." Max let out a shaky sigh and shook her head in disbelief.

It took all of her strength, with her feet pushing back into the post, to yank her dagger from the polished wood. 'I thrusted too hard and broke the bed.' She snickered to herself before putting the dagger back and getting to her feet.

"Well, I've got some 'splainin' to do."

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Anna paused as she heard something from Maxine's room crash to the floor. She was pretty familiar with the sound seeing as she wasn't the most graceful princess to roam the Earth, but Maxine was possibly sick. Or so Elsa said.

She checked the empty hallway before sneaking to listen at the wall. "...Attack it with a...dagger. There... is something wrong with me."

'What?' Her heart sped up at the words she just heard. Maybe there was more to the picture. Maybe she was missing something.

'Olaf...he can keep an eye on her.' Anna decided as she carefully backed away toward her room.

"Anna! What a coincidence, I was just on my way to see Maxine too! Why are you walking like that? Oh! Were you sp-

The door suddenly swung open to reveal said guest, "H-hi Olaf." Anna scrambled to look casual, settling to lean against the wall with her arms crossed. The look Maxine gave her however sent chills down her spine, it was piercing and her eyes seemed a little lighter than usual. "Anna..." The greeting sounded suspicious, followed by a clearing of her throat. "Is Elsa still up here... or?"

It was a simple question, but something made Anna want to confess her true intentions. Maybe it was the way Maxine was staring...but the sudden tension was unnatural. "N-no. She-" Her thoughts were involuntary rerouted, like someone grabbed her shoulders and turned her back around. "I heard a crash and I was concerned." The pale golden eyes softened, and maybe it was the lighting, but they seemed to darken into an amber again.

"Oh, yes. I simply had a fright, that was all." The princess nodded, unsure of what had just happened. 'I'm imagining things.' She convinced herself with another nod.

"Well I'm glad you're okay! Happy birthday! I know I already told you, but it's exciting!" Olaf provided a good enough distraction, and so she made her way back to her room.

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"Wait- so you're saying Maxine forced the truth out of you? With piercing pale eyes? And you heard her say 'attack it with a dagger." Kristoff repeated in disbelief as he slicked back his hair in the mirror.

"Yes Kris! Well...I think. It's all blurry now. Y'know maybe it was actually a dream." Anna tried to remember why she was listening in the first place, but the memory was just out of reach.

Kristoff turned to his wife and chuckled, "Okay well, you've always had some interesting dreams, so that wouldn't surprise me." She leaned up to kiss her husband softly, her heart fluttering wildly despite the wave of comfort that washed over her. "Everything's going to be fine. Your protective senses are just in overdrive."

'Yeah, are the twins still asleep? Is Tilda okay? She knows how to take care of them, it's fine.' Anna chuckled, "Okay. I'm going to just check on them real quick before we head down."

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Elsa glanced around at all the skating couples and internally cringed. "Well I suppose people are seeing this as more of a Valentine's event than a party, but if I remember correctly you didn't want the extra attention. Right?" She asked the brunette who nodded in response.

There was a pause and Max's lips twiched in a frown. "Right, but would it be strange if I- Well...feasibly. Never mind." The wave of her hand didn't dismiss the topic, curiousity pulling it back to learn more.

"Maxine, I made a promise. What is it?" Elsa asked gently, hand raising to wrap around the waist beside her, but dropping out of fear.

There was a deflated sounding chuckle, and Maxine's head was down, her gaze glued to her black flats. " I was going to ask to dance with you- uh, because I don't know anyone else here. However, that's awkward since it's ... Valentine's and I-"

"Come on, if it makes you feel awkward we can go to the gardens." Elsa offered quickly, cringing after at how eager that sounded.

Maxine chuckled, bronze waves bouncing as she shook her head. "I actually meant on the ice rink...y-you're more comfortable there, and it's nice to see you let go."

'That is why we practiced skating isn't it?' Elsa reminded herself. "Oh, I'd really enjoy that Max. Thank you."

"Nothing fancy just..." Elsa hesitated for a moment before slipping her hand into the ever changing current of Max's waters. It was calm now, but curiosity pulled her deeper- closer- as they found their position on the ice rink.

Eyes were glued on both of them, and the rink seemed to empty out slightly at the presence of their Queen. It made the moment all the more intense when quiet murmurs could be heard as the musicians prepared for the next song. 'What are they thinking? It'll just be a friendly dance, right? Nothing fancy...' Elsa glanced around them, the courtyard filled with familiar faces, but none providing the comfort she needed. 'Not even Peter?' Her heart picked up its pace and so did her breath.

"Hey, right here baby blue." The undertow yanked her into the intoxicating presence of the brunette who flashed a smile of encouragement. A wave of relief washed over her, looking into those amber flecked eyes, but did nothing to cool the warmth rising to pale cheeks.

TAP TAP TAP*

The conductor began, the musician following into a steady waltz tempo, nothing to slow to Elsa's relief. She decided it'd be best to lead, as skating backwards would be more simple for her.

The cool crisp air of late Winter flooded her lungs in a deep breath, nerves drowned as the energizing element of her own encompassed them all. Their movements seemed to synchronize within a few seconds. Side by side, connected by a loose hand hold, the monarchs circled the rink to get a feel. 'Focus on her, I can express some of my feelings through this...' Elsa told herself, but a black blur briefly snatched her attention, skating across the ice with someone in green. 'Peter, thank you.' She smiled, confidence and comfort combining with her energy, she slipped around and took the other hand.

Pulling at her lower lip with her teeth, the blonde giggled giddily. 'Max.' The woman in front of her was breathtaking, mysterious, talented...blushing with a curious look? ' Dear Valhalla she looks precious.'

"Yes?" The response nearly caused her to stumble from shock. She probably said it out loud...of course. 'Be cute...' Elsa giggled and moved to spin them, smiling harder as Maxine began to chuckle.

Her blush deepened and spread down part of her visible neck, until baby blue eyes located the deep V cut in the collar, stopping where the golden bodice began. Those eyes snapped back up to a destination of even more admiration, where that velvety, tantalizing voice ecsaped.

"Stop giggling like that, my heart might burst." Her own heart nearly burst at the confession and complied, simply unable to handle the thought of losing her soon-to-be...maybe-soon-to-be...girlfriend? Valentine? Yes.

'The slightest words you said, Have all gone to my head

I hear angels sing in your voice,

When you pull me close

Feelings I've never known, They mean everything

And leave me no choice...'

Her voice was audible, but barely as she hesitantly continued. "Light on my heart, light on my feet

Light in your eyes, I can't even speak

Do you even know, how you make me weak?"

"I'm a lightweight, Better be careful what you say

With every word I'm blown away

You're in control of my heart...I'm a lightweight,

Easy to fall, easy to break

With every move my whole world shakes

Keep me from falling apart."

It took everything within her power to not kiss the gorgeous woman in front of her. Wind-swept hair, flushed freckled cheeks, glowing eyes, soft smiling lips complimented by puffs of nearly invisible breath...now ghosting across her own. Freckles close enough to count...

Clapping from the crowd made her jump back in realization. 'Was I about to kiss her? Maybe she was about to kiss me. No, that's ridiculous. Regardless, I need to be more careful...people are watching.' Max was blushing, offering a small wave to the crowd.

"That was amazing, you're amazing. I-I'm going to grab some food... probably sandwiches. Do you want anything?" She asked turning back to the distracted queen.

Elsa shook her head, "No, thank you though. I'll be over with Anna and Kris okay?" Hands briefly squeezed hers with a nod, before she skated away weaving through the returning crowd.

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"Kris look! They love it! Well, Solstice is smiling...a little bit. Jax not so much, but I'm sure he loves it too. After all they're basically one child." Kristoff gave her a slightly terrified look at her last phrase and Elsa understood why, pausing for a moment, 'Is she really counting them as one child? Wait... so two more kids? Because she wanted three. Dear Valhalla.' she cleared her thoughts before continuing to watch the sled as it carefully moved in an oval pattern.

The mountain man seemed to snap out of it as well, "Wait what?" he asked his wife who simply grinned innocently, eyes twinkling. He looked at Sven who was sitting beside them, and was answered with a grunt and what looked like a shrug. "Anna?"

The princess quickly glided across the smaller rink, grabbing Elsa's shoulder to stop herself. "Els, pssst. Did you give the present to her yet?"

The queen rolled her eyes with amusement, "Really Anna? You couldn't have made that any more obvious?" Thankfully Maxine had excused herself, "No, not yet but soon. Maybe by the fire...with some marshmallows. Another surprise for her, because Mary told me she loves them."

"Right...well A few more minutes here for the twins, then we'll talk to the townspeople, and then we'll put them to bed. So forty minutes, because I want to see the look on her face, she'll be so happy."

Elsa wrung her hands in front of her out of habit, "I really hope so."

"Oh, we'll probably grab a sandwich too because it's like a buffet thing and that's awesome." Anxiety faded a bit when she laughed at her little sister's usual excitement. Max had been happy at the discovery too, since she enjoyed sandwiches nearly as much as Anna.

Maybe she'd have time for another dance with Max, "Great, I'll catch you two then." The possibility was both unnerving and thrilling at the same time. 'Anna told me to reach out...I should ask her this time.'

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The citizens of Arendelle gave compliments, advice, and even a few gifts to the royal twins who- to their parents relief-didn't cry one bit this time.

"Anna...are we done?" Kristoff whispered as he cradled Jaxton in his arms, glancing around at the ice covered courtyard and the now empty path to entrance of the castle where they stood.

His wife looked up from her daughter's eyes, now clenching her teeth in irritation, "Kris, if I hear that one more time-" she paused when she spotted gold and burgundy dressed figures twirling across the ice for another dance.

Anna found she couldn't help but keep an observant eye on Maxine after the strange...'I seriously can't remember...maybe it's just memory loss from the pregnancy.' She was aware something was off about that, especially since it wasn't the first time her memories had been altered. 'Elsa looks so happy...if she trusts Dani, I should too.'

"What?" Kristoff asked after waiting a patient three seconds.

"Nothing love, yes we're done."

"Good," Anna led them back into the castle and through the ballroom filled with mingling people and the outstanding smell of chocolate, before he continued. "If I heard one more comment about how the boys will be after her, I would've lost it. It's too early to stress about that." Anna rolled her eyes as they made their way up the stairs. 'And he says I'm over protective.'

"Hey there could be ladies after her too," Kristoff nodded in understanding, somewhat distracted by the tiny finger gripping his own. The adorableness of her husband's joy was priceless, seeing how his eyes twinkled in admiration. "And we'll always love you two the same, regardless of your preference." Anna continued, kissing her daughter's soft forehead, below the pink hat she wore.

"Yes, but you're not getting married until you're eighty Vinter, okay?"

Anna gasped, "That's unfair, what about Jax?" Hearing this explanation was bound to be good, so she stopped in front of the nursery door and waited.

The blond stopped "Hey, traditionally speaking if Vinter wants a boyfriend, I'm going to be cautious because guys can be jerks. Most girls don't go around breaking guys' hearts because...well it's just not that common. Therefore I trust- actually...Jax you've gotta be mature enough so you're not getting married until you're eighty either." Jax let out a gurgle that warned of tears to follow and Vinter simply gurgled as if she were pleased at the equality.

"Yeah, that's better isn't it sweetheart?" Anna giggled as she opened the door and looked down the hall for Tillie...'Or Tilda I really need to ask he-'

She was cut off by the same person, "I'm here Your highnesses." Matilda waved awkwardly in a way that reminded Anna of herself, even more so since they were nearly the same age. Anna at a late twenty-two, and Matilda only twenty-four.

"Oh! I had a question...is it okay if-" Anna readjusted her increasingly restless daughter, carefully prying the tiny fingers from her charm necklace. "If I call you Tillie?" The young woman's eyes lit up when she smiled, maybe touched at the realization that she was seen as more than a simple servant. Anna nearly cringed at the thought.

She made sure she knew every staff member by name, or nickname if appropriate, and even went as far as asking how their families were doing. The princess knew Tillie had aged out of the orphanage, where she enjoyed helping take care of her impermanent and shuffling siblings, before taking the job at the castle.

Anna also knew Tillie had a 'hopeless' crush on one of the castle guards, Finn- who was abnormally tall- had sandy blond hair, and green eyes. He was also in a struggling relationship with a cold-hearted woman Tillie could easily replace. (No she definitely hadn't stalked the man to help her maid in training.)

"Yes, I love it thank you." Anna snapped out of her daze and chuckled, a new plan forming to get the two of them together as she sat in the rocking chair beside her husband's.

"Anytime Tillie."

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At nine o'clock the rink had been thawed, bonfire in its place at the center of the courtyard. Many of the families with children had left since it was a Thursday, and a school night. A few more townspeople who had to rise early had also departed, leaving a comfortable sized group in their wake.

Elsa felt incredibly giddy as she spotted the maroon jacketed figure on a bench, with Kristoff and Anna nearby. 'Great, okay calm down...breathe.' Definitely easier said than done. The present in her hands shook slightly, as she approached the group with a grin.

"Hey Max." She gently caressed her back to make her presence known, and the way Maxine's eyes lit up was breathtaking.

Her smile's glow rivaled that of the fire's, the joy audible with every syllable she spoke. "Hey baby blue." Elsa's blush creeped out from its resting place, growing darker as Anna leaned back to be seen and raised her eyebrow. 'That's embarrassing. But still really cute.'

She couldn't stifle the giggle that slipped out, her thoughts chaotic as she took a seat next to Max. "Hi." The dimpled smile laughed softly. 'Yep I already said that.' "I said that...already, um. I know you said being here was the best present...but I have another." Elsa managed to say, heart and thoughts racing as she handed the gift to Maxine.

The brunette took a moment to admire the intricate frost design as it caught the light of the dancing flames and shimmered beautifully. "This is incredible Elsa, I haven't even...wow." Max breathed in amazement, running a finger along the icy patterns to find the paper folds. Anna's leg could be seen bouncing impatiently, and even though Elsa admired how carefully the present was opened, she too felt fidgety with anxiety.

The paper was folded, and the box was opened with a gasp. "Elsa." Eyes shining like topaz met her's, dimples growing deeper. "Thank you so much." The gift was placed between her and Anna, arms wrapping around Elsa in a tight, dress-nearly-melting, heart-skipping embrace.

Anna and Kristoff were now fully visible, both making suggestive faces at her until she hid her face in the maroon collar of Max's dress. 'I'm going to have to let go at some point.' Elsa sadly realized, as they both sighed in content.

"Mmmyou're welcome by the way." Her delayed response was muffled but the chuckle that followed was very clear, warmly ghosting along her ear causing a slight shiver.

"Getting too warm?" Another soft whisper tickled her ear, this one making her blush spread further. 'because "I shiver when I'm warm..." right.' She shivered again, unable to hold it back.

"No." It seriously tickled more than anything, but the warmth was definitely a factor.

Another chuckle followed, more playful this time. 'What was that about?' A soft stream of air assaulted her ear in response, and a violent shiver took over Elsa's body before Max finally let her go. "Engh." Elsa shivered again and glared at the giggling culprit. "Not funny." She rubbed her ear briefly, to rid the discomfort.

"No, it's hilarious." Her bubbly giggling was incredibly contagious, Anna and Kris struggling to hold in their own laughter despite their lack of knowledge about the real cause. The blonde herself couldn't even manage to stay serious. 'I should stuff snow in her mouth again, but I'll let it go. It's her birthday.'

Her lip twitched as she tried to hold back her grin. "Fine. Just watch yourself." Elsa warned, fully aware Max wouldn't listen.

"I think I'm on thin ice." Max commented to Anna and Kristoff who both fell into another fit of laughter, to Elsa's disapproval.

"Well...I did have another surprise, but I don't think you need any more sugar." Elsa spoke up, pursing her lips as she waited for the apology.

Maxine's jaw dropped, eyes wide with disbelief. "Really? I'm not a two year old. I'm a big girl, I'm twenty-seven now." She cried as she put away her book, staring all the while. What Max was too preoccupied to notice, was the guests around the fire already roasting marshmallows. Though, in the dim light it was understandable seeing as you couldn't really make out the fluffy morsels.

Elsa snickered in unison with the rest of her family, "You didn't even think to ask why there's a pile of sticks next to me." She carefully took one, passing the rest down before grabbing the covered tray of marshmallows. "You can thank Mary too."

Maxine's face lit up again, "This is definitely one of the best birthdays I've ever had Elsa. Thank you, and you too Anna and Kris."

Anna's eyes shimmered with admiration, arms opening to invite Maxine into a brief hug."You're very welcome Dani." Kristoff's smile was also warm, Elsa knew- understanding he really seemed to enjoy Max's presence. Maybe it was like having another sisterly figure to him. "Anytime, It's always such a pleasure to see you." He added, and the unintentional regality in his choice of wording and tone was unexpected...perhaps the royal life was rubbing off slightly.

"You too," Maxine's voice now sliced through the air, unhindered by muffling as they separated. "I know it's early, and there is a lot going on, but after the crazy-and Mary's pregnancy chaos, I'd love to invite you all to the South Holland Palace-"

'Palace? Wait- wait- what?' Elsa's eyes widened as she was caught off-guard by this suprisingly new information. "Wait- p-palace?" It accidentally slipped out before she could simply learn from listening like usual. She felt like an idiot for actually not knowing something for once, instead of knowing too much.

"Yes, I...the Gardien Palace is what my parents renamed it, seeing as my mother was not only a Queen, but a guardian of the future through the events and emotions she can predict. The Palace is where we hold our large events, but of course you'd be more than welcome to stay in the castle- which is inside of the palace." Kristoff and Anna's eyes were both the size of saucers now too, slowly returning back to normal as Max explained. "Our palace was built over and around it- with some of the most interesting architecture I'm sure you'd love Els. Oh, and so many floors to slide on Anna... you'd love it, and Sven would be allowed in too- only the first floor though." Sven made his presence known as he grunted happily beside Kris.

Elsa chuckled, already excited for the offer. " I'd really enjoy that Max, thank you." They all began roasting the morsels, chatting and making jokes as the night progressed. 'I still have to talk with Peter...' Her stomach churned in reply, and she fiddled with the empty stick in her hands. Max was innocent, but it wouldn't matter if she didn't get upset or jealous. 'I need to know how she feels though...Max can't get too upset...it's not like I'm going to kiss him or anything.' She told herself, to justify what she was about to do.

A deep breath didn't do much for her nerves, "I'm stuffed, I-uh I'm going to remind the Finance Minister to bring those lovely charts for the meeting tomorrow."

Anna leaned over and gave a concerned frown, "Elsa? You hate those charts." She was too observant for her own good. Elsa clenched her jaw and twitched her brows as a hint to shut up. Max looked between the two before settling on Kristoff who shrugged in oblivion.

"But I'm sure Max could understand them." Her voice was pinched, a further hint to drop the questions. Anna pursed her lips in surrender raising her eyebrows as she leaned back in place. "You can understand physics after all." She added, touching Maxine's knee briefly, in an effort to ease the awkwardness away. The woman smiled shyly, releasing butterflies in Elsa's stomach. "I'll see you soon Max. Happy Birthday."

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Max didn't recognize the Finance Minister from her last trip, but she was fairly certain it wasn't the man Elsa was currently talking to as they mingled in the ballroom. It had been fifteen minutes since the trio left the bonfire, so perhaps she had already talked with the Minister, and was now flirting with someone.

'Let me grab a drink...maybe they'll be done then.' A server conveniently passed with champagne? 'That'll do.'

Maxine curled her lip slightly, seeing the young man was still talking to Elsa. It had been a long seven minutes, and twenty-four seconds, (but it wasn't like she was counting or anything.) and Elsa didn't seem to mind or notice his obvious advances. It was infuriating to watch this man touch her arm, or glance at her figure every so often. 'Excuse you, yes she is a female, not to mention the Queen'

Her eye twitched when Elsa covered a laugh, even more irritation and alcohol seeping into her bloodstream. She swirled her glass and narrowed down a list of options- ways to handle the given situation.

None of them were very queenly.

A flash of red passed her fixed stare, breaking it for a moment. "Anna, um do you know who that is?" She motioned to the man eye-molesting Elsa, 'How does she not notice that? I would've set him straight the first time his eyes roamed.'

"No clue...wait, oh .That's Earl. Peter Fjorten the Earl? Of...I don't actually know, but I call him Earl Black. Like Earl Grey the tea...but black because of his hair." Anna explained with a small grimace, either from the name, the rambling, or the from man as a whole. She decided to choose the last, seeing as it fit her needs.

"What about him? You looked uncomfortable...is he a creep?" The man reached for Elsa's hand, admiring the transparent icy arm fabric with his fingers. 'Give me a reason to slap him please.' Her hazel eyes peeled away from the sight, and it was like trying to tear leather, before landing on the bubbly friend beside her.

"Um...well-" Anna began hesitantly, as if she didn't want to offend the young man. This time the platinum blonde was touching his arm. It looked more flirtatious than friendly, resting on his vexingly large bicep, and for a moment Maxine felt her former insecurities grasp at her feet. 'It's his strength, his shape. Of course she's probably into buff men. Why did you even think you had a chance?'

This was the same dreadful feeling she had before, in the hallway with Elsa. 'What is happening?' Her throat started to ache, forewarning of the tears of defeat that could follow. Or she could try anyway, keep trying to win her heart. It was a battle between her former shyness, and her reemerging confidence.

"I'd rather not have that...I-I mean him, as a future brother-in-law." She finished quietly, looking up at Maxine with an awkward frown. It looked like there was something else...a hidden explanation behind Anna's caring aqua eyes.

"Righhhttt." She drawled out, lingering on the redhead's expression for a moment more, searching, before turning back to the pressing issue and gulping the last of her champagne.

'For both our sakes, I'll try.'

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Elsa bit her lip as Maxine began to walk over, things were going as planned. "So do you think wool, made from your ice could keep people who aren't immune to the Winter air, warm?"

The conversation was actually quite interesting, and she had to forgive herself for any harm that might befall the Earl, from Maxine's possible jealousy. "Well, Igloos can keep people warm, and I can also make heat withstanding ice...so I don't see why not." She touched her braid flirtatiously, or with what most of Arendelle's citizens would see as shyness. Which was the case for the Earl.

He flipped his black hair and flashed dimples all the teen girls squealed over. " Ah, so that's the one you're-" Peter began knowingly, his brown eyes shining as he glanced at the nearing figure. The blush on her cheeks said it all, and he chuckled. " Nice..."

Her heart thundered in her ears, and she took a deep calming breath as Maxine closed in. She had to stay focused. "Peter, I just want to thank you for all your constant support, it's such a blessing to have you on our council."

He slipped in a wink before bowing his head, " It's an honor, to serve such a divine, world-changing, and compassionate leader, Your majesty."

"Oh Peter, you're making me blush." Elsa felt ridiculous, but apparently her acting was quite believable according to Anna. "Thank you." Maxine was hovering near them, looking at the ground- almost as if she were debating with herself. There was something that could set her off however, " You can just call me Elsa, Peter. We're-"

"Sorry, I'm not sure if we met. I'm Max." A strong protective arm wrapped around her waist, and she looked at the cobblestones below her with blazing cheeks. Warmth spread through her entire body, the epicenter at her waist, sending ripples of sparks after. The overwhelming feeling of victory made her want to celebrate, sing, dance in the courtyard even.

Peter smiled kindly, "Hi, Max. I'm Peter, Earl of-"

"To be brutally honest I don't really care. I just didn't appreciate the way you were touching Elsa. Are you courting her?" The scent of alcohol on Maxine's breath was a point of concern, Mary never let Max drink while visiting. Elsa didn't know why, and she didn't want to inquire about a private matter. Maxine could open up further when she was ready to.

"N-no, I-I'm uh." Peter was either left speechless, or just terrified. He quickly cleared his throat and managed to regain his composure. "I'm not that lucky."

Maxine huffed, deeply...almost like a growl. "Then don't touch her." Her tone became dangerously possessive, then was soft and concerned "Elsa...are you okay?" The assured nod was followed by a gentle squeeze that made her shiver.

Despite the lag in her thoughts, she knew Peter's curious, daring nature well. Politically it came in handy, but now? He was playing with fire. "Why not? You are." He pressed, despite Elsa's warning glance.

"What about it? Does this bother you?" Maxine stepped behind her, and it was like cooking hot chocolate all over again. Except this time Elsa was being hugged and the warmth grew, feeling as if it could melt her entire being.

'It bothers me.' Despite the fact, she hesitantly caressed the lean arms around her waist. "Are you that insecure about yourself? Are you jealous of me? Am I threatening your manhood? Are you afraid she's going choose me over a...ego- um...kapsoneslijer? Optiefen."

'Woah. She's definitely upset.' Elsa gently smacked the arm below her own. "Maxine!"

"Of course not. I'm a woman. Thanks for the reminder." She sighed, arms loosening and slipping away like Summer giving way to Fall; the warmth left. Elsa didn't have time to evaluate what happened, and what it meant. Maxine was now upset, on her birthday- 'I'm so stupid.'

"Peter, we can talk later. Thank you for your help." He nodded knowingly, offering a sympathetic smile for the way things played out.

"Anytime." His voice was distant as she briskly walked to meet Max, outside of the ballroom. The tall brunette was leaning in a corner, almost invisible to anyone who wasn't on a search mission.

"Max? Are you okay?" She asked nervously, stomach twisting with regret.

The lack of readable emotion complimented her response, "Yes of course. I apologize, for acting...I mean how you would say...over-acting?" Elsa's sudden urge to giggle allowed a grin to slip. It was impossible to stay serious when Maxine was unintentionally being adorable.

There weren't many times she needed to correct Maxine's vocabulary, as she was nearly fluent. Her accent was barely noticeable, sounding slightly more French than Dutch due to her mother's origin.

"It's actually overreacting, Max. But that was cute, you almost had it." A blush painted her freckled cheeks, as she silently mouthed the word. She then cracked a sad smile for Elsa to evaluate. "I think there's more to this...can we have a sleepover? And talk? Or would that bother you? I mean make uncomfortable. Sorry, that's not a good id-"

"Elsa, that actually sounds amazing. I'll be okay...I think. If I get too close just kick me or something...I don't want to make you uncomfortable." The brunette cut her off, with a more genuine smile. Then there were the details...that made the platinum blonde nervous again. Whose room? If it were her's, she'd need to ask the staff to kindle the fire...she didn't need the fireplace and hadn't used it in nearly a year. Maxine needed warmth.

'"You're really warm for an Ice Queen"' A chillingly familiar voice replayed, but an idea was born from the memory.

'I can keep her warm...she can't be too close if I'm initiating it...' The same confidence she had on the North Mountain encouraged her to proceed. "Touchรฉ, because I don't want to make you uncomfortable either. Don't feel pressured to answer anything that's too personal."

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Kristoff and Anna had been watching the whole ordeal play out, and Anna leaped at the chance to interrogate Peter as the two monarchs left. "Ah, Peter! Were you uh.. helping Elsa by any chance?"

He frowned, rubbing his neck awkwardly. "Yes, I'm not sure how it went...I got yelled at by that Max lady. I'm nearly certain she would've attacked me if I laid one more finger on your sister."

'Oh he's in for a surprise.' Anna thought, realizing didn't know who 'that Max lady' was. "Right, just be careful during the meeting tomorrow."

"Oh, she'll be at the meeting. Fantastic. Is it too early to call off sick?" Peter fake coughed a few times before rasping, "I'm so sorry I couldn't attend," he paused, gasping dramatically. "I think I've caught your lovesickness." The Earl coughed again before they both leaned over in laughter.

"Leonardo's paintings you're a great actor, it's believable. You can tell they like each other right? Because Elsa's like, 'Max said she's in love with someone, so I have to win her heart.' " Anna rolled her eyes, smiling even more when Kristoff reappeared at her side.

He managed to jump right into the conversation, "And I'm sure you said, 'It's you Els. Stop being oblivious.'"

Peter laughed knowingly. "And I'm sure she didn't believe you."

Anna nodded, "Correct. Oh, by the way she's the Queen of South Holland. She just didn't want all the attention with it being her birthday and all." She explained, waiting for the reaction.

The young Earl froze in shock. "Queen Maxine?! I'm lucky I escaped with my head. South Holland is a force to be reckoned with, and probably is the biggest kingdom ruled by a magic-wielder."

Kristoff's eyes widened, "Wait- Dani has powers too?"

"Wait-no, I'm not sure about that, but her mother does." Peter replied, still in awe of the revelation.

Anna nodded, already aware of that situation. "Right...I think she might too, keep an eye on her during the meeting okay?" 'Maybe she's not sick, she's just trying to hide her powers or something.'

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Maxine froze at the staircase, "Come on, I don't want you tripping again." Elsa teased, the slighted smirk on her painted lips. The fire in her cheeks thawed the ice, and she bit her lip as they started to their rooms. Her hand twitched on its own when a cool silky brush sent sparks up her arm. 'Was that on purpose? Should I...'

Elsa's hand was reached out in the slightest bit, even closer than their nearly touching shoulders. Her eyes however were now pointed down, almost shyly- away from their hands. 'She's probably afraid of being too clingy...like I was.' The realization gave the little push, and she slipped her hand around the more fair one.

The blonde's eyes widened for a moment, almost in shock, glancing at the cause. Her blush was visible even in the dim candlelit hallways, providing a rush of satisfaction. "Just in case." A smile broke from behind her lips, and apparently was contagious as Elsa's appeared too.

They reached the third floor, carpet rolling out leading the way in comfortable silence. She let her mind wander, what nightdress would be the best? Whose room? Anxiety began to bubble in her stomach, 'I haven't told her about the bed...it can't be mine.'

Almost as if she had known, Elsa spoke up as they stopped in front of their doors. "Would you like to stay in my room? I- it might be a bit cold since I don't need my fireplace, but I can ask them to start it." The fragile, snowflake soft voice sent pleasnt shivers down her spine. The idea of being surrounded by everything Elsa was already exhilarating, not to mention sleeping with her. Well-sleeping next to her.

"That sounds wonderful, I honestly sleep better in the cold anyway." That wasn't a lie, sleeping with a fireplace blazing without blankets was incredibly comfortable. Perhaps the opposite would work just as well.

Elsa's smile lit up the hallway, "Perfect, just knock when you're ready." She instructed before slipping into her room with a returned wave.

'Hm, purple silk fitted nightgown...that'll do.'

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Elsa looked out the triangular window at the moonlit Fjord, Maxine's ship was the only foreign flag, a tulip among crocuses. They were lonely...both of them, unable to express themselves out of fear of rejection amoung a sea of uniformity.

"A certain type of wind has swept me up

But till it's found each bone

I am overcome

There is an icy breath that escapes my lips

And I am lost again...

In the sea of lovers without ships,

And lovers without sign,

You're the only way out of this,

Sea of lovers losing time,

And lovers losing hope

Will you let me follow you,

Wherever you go...Bring me home..."

Knock-Knock knock

Elsa jumped away from the window, and heart racing in anticipation she quickly checked herself in the mirror. 'hair down, blue gown.' Which seemed very revealing in the dim light. She turned to grab her darker blue robe from the changing screen, slipping it on and facing the door.

"Come in." Despite the nerves she managed to muster up a steady voice, but her knee length gown was starting to look increasingly interesting. Her hands were folded in front-the normal queen pose of her's, eyes snapping back up as the graceful dark purple figure floated into the room with a click.

Her hair was brushed to the side, framing her face and cascading down like molten bronze and brass. She stepped closer into the moonlight that streamed through the window, and a few copper strands could be seen as well. "You should wear your hair down more often...it looks beautiful." Maxine complimented, clearly in awe as she hesitantly moved closer, barefeet silent on the chilled floor.

Elsa looked at the glowing strands on her shoulders and blushed. "T-thank you, I-" Speechless. Words couldn't be formed, stuck in her throat like a spoonful of peanut butter. 'Come on, say something...clearly she's beautiful. Did she see the note? Hopefully not yet. Maybe tomorrow.' Her thoughts weren't even in order. "So, t-this is my room." Obviously. She mentally face-palmed.

Max seemed to pick up on the awkward hesitation, "The same room you were isolated in?" Her voice was quiet, as if she could break something if she spoke any louder. Eyes were soft, sympathetic in a way that brought comfort.

The blonde nodded in reply, offering a small smile of reassurance. She wanted Max to know she hadnt overstepped, that she could ask those type of questions if she was curious. The brunette however simply reached out to offer a hug, and like a magnet Elsa floated into the warming embrace.

Muscular arms provided such security, and the familiar scent made her racing heart swell. 'I can never get tired of this...of you. Tomorrow. Maybe I'll tell you then.' She silently planned, sighing as gentle fingers traced her back...possibly writing something? She didn't recognize the words...it was French? No Dutch.

'Ik Ben verl...ebd?...' The cursive melded together and made it too difficult to follow.

It stopped and she hesitantly pulled away, and Elsa felt nervous as those topaz eyes searched her face for a moment. "I'm sure you have some questions for me." Max finally spoke up, arms sliding away from the half embrace they had been in.

'Well that was mysterious. Yes, the questions. Oh her feet are probably freezing!' Elsa snapped back to reality and chuckled awkwardly. "Right, uh here..." She motioned towards the bed before climbing in on the right side, pale legs slipping beneath the duvet and blankets. The Dutch queen wasn't far behind, hesitantly climbing in on the other side and moving closer, until their legs and hips touched.

"Am I too close?" Max faltered, ready to move over an inch, but that wasn't necessary.

"No." She proved the point further by grabbing the hand next to her resting them over the purple and blue feather filled fabric. "What...did Peter make you jealous? Is it hard not being able to flirt openly or date...is that why?"

"Yes it is quite excruciating sometimes. I'm also just protective after my experience, that and my feelings mixed with alcohol usually doesn't end well. Hence why my sister never allows me to drink in her presence. That, and I probably drink more than I should...my mother doesn't allow me to drink anymore after finding an empty bottle in my study. Actually, Mary was the one to find it." A sigh was one of regret and disappointment, eyes cast down at their intertwined fingers. "Our mother sensed my odd behavior beforehand, and even warned me of the issues it would cause in the future. I, of course didn't listen, and after finding out from Mary she was horrified- cut the trade for two years, and had the cellars locked... even with the small amount that remained. So when I do have access...I tend to get carried away, I apologize. I'm not as perfect as I may seem, I have a lot of hidden battles too Elsa." Their eyes met again, and the Snow queen squeezed their hands gently.

Max was ashamed, admittedly struggling. "I'll be here to help you face and defeat them all Max. I promise."

"Thank you." There was a brief silence, a hesitation before she continued. " C-can I ask why?" Elsa tilted her head, curiously. "W-why you two aren't courting? You looked very c-comfortable." It sounded as if Maxine had almost choked up, or stumbled over her words, followed by her clearing her throat.

'A purpose for everything...' Elsa thought to herself, Maxine's hesitation before the question had hinted at a motive. "I- have a hopeless crush on someone else." She admitted, cursing her paleness as her cheeks tinged with pink.

Eyebrows twitched in curiosity, "Hopeless? Really? Everyone loves you. I heard King Frederik cried for two weeks after you turned him down."

"Three. Maybe not hopeless, but it's complicated. Or maybe I'm making it too complicated."

"Overintellectualization remember? Don't over think it." Elsa returned the brunette's small smile of reassurance, and her eyes locked with honey colored orbs that roamed over her face. 'Is there something on my face? Or is she just...admiring?' Blue eyes nervously fell to the matching duvet warming their legs, and her flushed cheeks were revealed when she absentmindedly tucked her loose hair back.

'Say something...' The plea was to herself, but she could feel eyes still gazing which made it hard to think logically.

"Effortlessly cute." The silence slipped away with a barely spoken whisper, and the blonde looked up at the breathtaking source. "Sorry, that was out loud wasn't it?" This time Max glanced away, only for a moment before continuing with a shy smile. "It's true."

Elsa realized she was losing her confidence as Maxine continued. 'Get it together.' A topic change was probably the best was to regain control, maybe even get an answer in the process. "If I'm cute, I bet she's beautiful." Her heart felt like it had been squeezed, leaving an after-ache at the mention of her 'nemesis'.

Amber eyes twinkled at the reply, her smile growing. "Well I honestly think she breaks the rules of beauty. Aphrodite should be jealous."

'She's not the only one.' "When did you two meet?"

"Two years ago at a ball...I actually like to think of that day as my birthday since I wasn't truly living before then."

"That's really cute. Can I ask what...oh! Is she of Royal descent?" Elsa asked nervously, trying to organize all the information she had.

Maxine looked out of the triangular window before turning back to the younger Queen with a smiling reply. "Technically, yes."

The way she was smiling made her feel dense, like the answer was simple. 'I can't- not now. It can't be me.' She convinced herself while staring at her pale hands. "I feel like would make an awful detective."

"Hm, only because you're incredibly oblivious sometimes." Maxine playfully bumped into her shoulder, and being off balance caused Elsa to nearly fall over before catching herself with a giggle.

"So I've heard." With a boost from her supporting arm she bumped into the brunette who was already prepared. She didn't move an inch and it was like hitting a wall. "Ow." Max simply gave her a smug look, complete with a smirk. It made her stomach flutter, and the fading blush returned immediately. "Okay, Hercules."

"Tytanius." Elsa lowered her brows, what kind of reply was that? As if Maxine noticed the confusion she continued, "Don't laugh, but my middle- middle name is Tytanius." A sigh followed as she closed her eyes in anticipation.

'Max Tytanius. That sounds like a really attractive Gladiator name.' Her ears began to burn at the thought. 'Laugh? Why would I laugh?' The way Maxine was acting made it seem like she hated the name, Elsa felt the opposite, chills slipping down her spine at the sound of it. "Tytanius." A cringe followed in response, "I love it."

"I hate it." Both replies overlapped and amber eyes suddenly snapped open in disbelief. "How? It's awful. I was always laughed at by the other kids because they said it wrong. Especially Rudi and Runo...Hans' twin brothers."

"Of course all the brothers except Lars are bad news. Their poor wives." Elsa replied, aware all their wives were paid no mind as the brothers fought for their father's approval.

"They veiw them as nothing other than baby factories, it's sickening."

"I would never objectify my wife." Elsa froze, 'Why did I say that?' heart now pounding like a hammer as Maxine gave her an expectant look. It was curious, but pressing at the same time. Piercing eyes were squeezing a response from the unresponsive, secretive grasps of her mind. Elsa struggled to fight back, fear crackling in her veins. "I- If- um..."

A cool breeze flowed through the room. "Elsa? Are you..."

"If I were a boy, I think I could understand, how it feels to love a girl, and I swear I'd be a better man." She sang quietly, heart still racing in anticipation, clasped hands nearly shaking in her lap.

Amber eyes searched over her flushed face, and she prayed her secrets were covered. "Righttttt." She didn't sound convinced, staring for another moment before offering a innocent smile. "No offense baby blue, but you look exhausted." A hand reached out and sent shocks dancing below her cheek as a soft thumb caressed it.

'Well I only got three hours of sleep...Sleep!' "Max, I'm so sorry. How did you sleep last night? I- Are you okay love?" 'Dear Valhalla did I just say that? Aristotle's findings, I really must be too tired to control my speech.' She nearly face palmed, but decided to roll with it, after all Maxine's cheek was already under her fingers, soft and warm as a blush darkened under the dim candles.

"Awww, I'm fine kitten. I promise." The tenderness in Maxine's voice was enough to make her melt, and adding the new nickname turned her into a puddle. Elsa giggled, 'Kitten? That's precious...but she's probably just teasing since I called her love. She's making this very difficult for me. I could easily kiss her right now.' she bit her own lip at the thought of those soft pink lips against her's. 'Maybe I will kiss you tomorrow...who am I to fight this?'

She cleared her throat, snapping back to reality, "Good. We should get some rest for the meeting tomorrow. I'll try to keep it short, but important matters might be resurfaced, and the council might demand discussion to resolve them." Elsa slipped the robe from her shoulders, hanging it on the bed post. She tried to hide her shy blush, sliding the blanket off her lap as they both adjusted their sitting positions to sleeping ones facing each other.

"As long as I have you there to keep me sane." Max flashed another seemingly innocent smile, but her eyes shimmered with joy as Elsa tucked the extra blanket against Maxine's more temperature sensitive body.

"Always." The blonde smiled in reply, watching for any signs of discomfort from her guest. "Is this okay? Are you sure you're warm enough?" Elsa asked softly, gently rubbing an arm of the blanket wrapped form in front of her.

"Y-yeah I'm fine Elsa." The barely noticeable, supressed shiver said otherwise. 'She seemed fine earlier without the blankets even...' The blonde decided not to dwell on it, more fond of them being in close proximity anyway.

"Here. . ." She gently pulled on the blanket, prompting Maxine to do the rest. Though tentative, she followed and Elsa bravely slid under- against the silken clad figure and pulled the muscular arm over her own waist. " I-is this okay?" The blonde wrapped her own arm around the brunette as she asked, finally gazing up to meet the breathtaking eyes she had been falling for ever since the day they met.

It was difficult to see in the dim candlelight, yet Max's face looked flushed. " I- Yes, it's um- good."

"Good, I don't want you getting sick." If she was flushed before, now she was red as a cherry. Deciding that was far enough, she skipped the temptation to kiss Maxine's blazing forhead. "Good night Max Tytanius Danette."

A happy but tired sounding hum followed, "G-good night Ms. Arendelle. Sweet dreams."

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Elsa's eyes fluttered open, the familiar scent of lavender intoxicatingly close...under her. She couldn't help but smile as her heart skipped, listening to the steady drum beneath her ear. They always seemed to end up in this position, everytime they shared a sleeping space. 'Attracted like a magnet, you're my metal...' It only made sense.

"Hm." Maxine hummed, and Elsa held her breath, knowing from the previous times they had shared a bed- Max was about to sleep talk. It wasn't rare, and apparently alcohol only made it worse.

"Ithrustedtoo hard. Myarm. I brokethebed. Sorry."

Elsa paled even further than her complexion. "What?" She froze again realizing she wasn't in her head. 'She did what?' Maybe she could get an answer out of this..."Whose bed?"

There was a pause, "Hmmm, thecastle's." Max answered softly, the pitch in her voice changing as if she were a storyteller. "I'll buy a neone babeizokay."

The urge to ask who 'babe' was, was nearly as overwhelming as the urge to go check Maxine's bed. That was violating privacy more than she already had, and that wasn't right. "Go to sleep love." Elsa winced, unsure of what else to say to someone absentmindedly sleep talking their secrets away.

"Hmkay." The arm around her back tightened pulling their forms even closer, effectively warming them both. 'How in the world did she break the- Dear Valhalla. Stop thinking about it. . .maybe she'll tell you tomorrow.'

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