Notes: After this chapter, we have five scenes left... we are getting down to the end!

Elsa stared down at the thick legal envelope in her hands, a mixture of relief and sadness running through her. It had taken weeks, but finally the paperwork was back from the Westergaard Attorneys, Hans had agreed to relinquish all parental rights to his child. Anna could finally move forward with her life knowing that Hans couldn't show up at some point demanding anything regarding her baby. Not that it had been a real worry. He had broken up with her the minute he had found out she was pregnant. This was just a way to make sure he couldn't change his mind later.

Wanting to share the good news with Anna, Elsa headed across the house toward the sun room her sister used as a studio. Hesitating outside the door, Elsa bit her lip nervously. She didn't often intrude on Anna's private area of the house, but she didn't really think that this should wait. Decision made, she knocked softly on the door and then peeked inside. "Anna? Something came by courier post for you…"

Her words trailed off as she caught sight of Anna curled up on the sofa, a sketchbook on her chest, snoring away. A soft smile settled on Elsa's lips as she leaned against the door frame and watched her sister sleep. For the past few weeks, ever since she had returned from her vacation, Anna had had troubles sleeping. Most nights all Elsa heard was a soft weeping coming from Anna's room, a constant reminder that her parting with the mysterious "Kristoff" had been even more painful for her than her breakup with the man who had fathered her child. Now that she had actually gotten to sleep, Elsa was loathe to wake her up, no matter what kind of important news she had.

As she turned to leave, she caught sight of Anna's newest painting over by the large bay window. Instead of walking out the door and leaving Anna to sleep in peace, she moved toward the painting to get a better look at it.

Elsa sat on the window seat and scrutinized Anna's most recent project. In all of her years supporting Anna's talent for art, she had never found a piece that she didn't like. This painting of a ruggedly handsome man was no different. He was on a blanket on a sandy shore, his blonde hair long and mussed by the windy day. He was lying on his stomach with his head resting on crossed arms, but his face was turned toward the observer, a small, private smile on his lips just for her. The look in his eyes belied the soft smile on his lips. There was only one word to describe the look: intense.

She looked from the painting in progress to the still peacefully sleeping Anna. Now that she looked closer she noticed that there were sketches lying all over Anna's work table and all of them were of the same handsome man. There were sketches of him sleeping, cooking, smiling at her and reading. It couldn't possibly be anyone but Kristoff.

Her eyes were drawn back to the painting then, focusing on the look in Kristoff's eyes. Had Anna only painted what she had wanted to see, or had he really spent most of his waking hours looking at her like she was the only woman in the world? If he cared about her that much, surely he would understand her situation, wouldn't he? She understood Anna's worry and honestly she worried about it too. If he rejected her after finding out about her pregnancy, Elsa doubted Anna would be able to handle it. Being dumped by the scum of the earth, deciding to raise her child alone and then losing a man who she was so certain was the love of her life?

It would destroy anyone.

She stared at the painting again, unable to stop looking at it. It was truly one of Anna's best pieces ever. The affection she had for him was obvious with every brush stroke on the canvas. It was enough to make up Elsa's mind on the situation. She reached across Anna's worktable and snatched her sister's phone up.

Quietly, she made her way back out of Anna's studio and found Kristoff's name in the phone. The line rang three times and then a gruff male voice answered.

"Bjorgman speaking."

"Hello, this is Elsa Frederickson, Anna's older sister. Would you be interested in meeting for lunch tomorrow?"