A/N: Hello lovely readers! I would just like to apologies for my absence, and say sorry that this chapter is quite short. I am studying at the moment, and so when I do have the chance to write I will probably take my time to write something long, or much like this chapter write something short in about two hours (that is if I am inspired).
But I hope that you are enjoying the story so far, and I do hope to complete this, so don't lose faith in me if I leave you hanging for a month or so over time. In this chapter I introduced my love for classic texts, and I'm sorry that the timing of said texts might not make sense, as I obviously don't know when Frozen is based (e.g I mention that Jane Eyre is a classic, when she probably would only have started writing at the time of Frozen.)
Anyway, have a lovely Easter!
-Ariana xx

One week had gone by and Anna couldn't help but struggle to simply turn a corner in her own home due to the fact that a certain prince could possibly be lurking around. It irked the princess to wonder what was going on between Hans and Elsa. She had seen Elsa walking down the halls every now and then and often saw her pacing on her balcony from the gardens, but not once did they have a proper conversation that week. Anna doubted that anything serious was going on, but it did worry her as she hadn't sat down to anything, let alone even a meal with her sister for what seemed like an excruciatingly long time. She began to get lost in her thoughts when she wasn't with Tobias or Kristoff, and her mind would branch to places that had never been ventured before…
She had gone back to the place of isolation that her childhood was surrounded by. She did have her little family, but Elsa was more than that. Anna knew that she loved Kristoff a lot, and Tobias even more, and that is the way it should be, however due to all of the lost time that she hadn't completely gained back with Elsa as a child, she knew that she loved Elsa much much more than anyone else in the world.
She didn't want Elsa to skirmish away with hidden or broken feelings. And she didn't want their relationship to digress to what it was before. But she knew that the only way to get through to her sister was to give her time and to trust her. If the past years had shown Anna anything, it was that her stubbornness would never break down Elsa's wall of seclusion; in order to break down such a wall, trust would have to grow with time.
With that thought accompanied with acceptance in her mind, Anna opened the door to the nursery and skipped over to her baby boy. He chortled and smiled, raising his blushing, chubby cheeks and clambered the air with his chunky fingers in attempt to reach his mother.

Elsa gave a girly giggle and stepped back to support herself as the joke consumed her. She grabbed her jaw in attempt to cover her mouth and bent over in overwhelming hilarity. "You can't-" Again the laughing state took over her, and she couldn't bite out the words.
He chuckled for a moment, in the amusement of seeing her so surprised and mundane. They were in the private library, where Elsa kept all of her casual reads.
"It's only the truth." He amusedly gasped.
"That's not the point though." She still squinted in laughter.
"I just don't see why people read romance, first of all. And then on top of that it becomes a romance turn thriller…" He lifted the ancient text entitle Romeo and Juliet and fondled the cover, he then slid it back onto the shelf. "I just- why would they kill themselves… I mean seriously? Life couldn't have been that bad…"
"Oh Hans, that's not the point. It's a fantastic script, and they killed themselves because they were in love." He looked upwards and to the right, as if trying to puzzle out the idea.
"I just still don't get it."
"Hans- "
He cut her off. "Anyway, they could have married again. She could have gone home. Besides, he murdered her cousin, and I don't think he could ever go back on that."
"Touché" She gave him a winning glance, with a smirk which presented the word as a whim rather than punch to him. And he looked down and silently smirked.
"Fair enough." She smiled back. "Well, I read the play as you asked. I gave you my opinion, I would just like to put my hands up and say that I do enjoy Shakespeare's writing- "
"Really?"
"Yes, really. Although, this play was not my cup of tea."
"Fair enough." She shrugged her shoulders in acceptance. It was just a test, to see how reliant he was. He did do what he was asked to, and he was honest. Which was what you ultimately want in a husband. Although they clearly didn't have much in common, his views were backed up, and he evidently was quite intelligent. "So what do you like to read, sir?"
"Well, if I must divulge, when it comes to Shakespeare's works, I do enjoy a sonnet or two…"
"So he is a romantic after all." There was a deep underlying humorous tone throughout the entire conversation – it was just one of those mornings.
"I suppose I am, although there are some books which I cannot stand- I'll be honest with you Elsa: I tend to judge people on what they read. It is a fact, and I am not ashamed of it…" He waited for her reply. He tended to do that more often, lately.
"So, you've skimmed over my library, and you've read one of my favourite plays. What do you take me for?"
He thought for a moment."I take you for a phycologist."
"Pardon…?"
"About half of these books" he addressed the room "are fiction, and the others non-fiction. Most of them follow a story of human nature or behaviour. You clearly like the humanities, and reading about relationships. Nothing here is really about animals, and you'll find the odd biography, furthermore you don't really have anything on numeracy or any discipline of that kind. Clearly you read to enjoy the literature rather than to study. I admire some of the choices of text that you have in here, and most of them are classics, such as you're Jane Eyre collection over there." He gestured to one of her favoured corners of the room.
"Is that all?"
"Well, yes. After all I already know you, so why should I have to read you by studying your books? Either way, I'll have to marry you…" There was a twinkle in his eye. He didn't smile, but his stature had become reassured. Both of them had realised that even if they became intoxicatingly sick of one another over the years, they could spend their time debating over their love of literature.
A few moments of silence passed by and Elsa invited the prince to sit down on one of the sofas whilst they waited for some tea. "So, what's your favourite book Hans?"
He looked up and deeply contemplated that for a moment. "I… don't think I could say. My mind changes a lot." Silence loomed over the couple again… and then Hans shot up. "At the moment, I am quite enjoying the Poldark novels, and I suppose they might become my favourite over time."
"Ah! I've heard of them, any good?" He took a deep breath and looked sternly at Elsa.
"Now, that's the type of romance you should be reading… Perhaps I'll lend them to you someday."
"Good. I would like to get the opportunity to judge you too, sometime."