Here is the next chapter of Arendelle Landing. I'm sorry that this didn't get up earlier, I've been having to do other things and such. But anyhow, thanks for all the responses and reviews and everything, and I hope you all enjoy this one. It's more interesting, personally, than the last.

I might start a weekly update shedual with this one once I finish my current story A Warm Blizzard. Tell me what you think in the comments!

Frozen-Disney

Everything else that isn't historically belonging to someone else-Me


Anna dressed for the occasion; a black bodice with floral designs swirling around the top and bottom rim, a bustled apple green skirt with white underskirt and some golden embroidery scattered around it tastefully, and a almost scandalous top with off-shoulder sleeves that displayed her freckled shoulders proudly. She'd done her hair in a single braid and then wound it up tight and pinned it. She'd even managed to swipe a pair of Elsa's dress shoes that were hidden under her skirts just enough she thought her sister might not notice.

Sadly, her sister did notice her stalking the window when she was walking by towards her room. Elsa stopped and raised an eyebrow.

"What in tarnation are you doing, Anna?"

Anna jumped and turned to her sister. "Uh, nothin'."

"You're doing somethin'."

"Lookin' out tha window."

"In a party dress?"

Anna glanced down at her attire and then her sister. "The dance is tonight."

Elsa blinked and furrowed her brow. "What dance?" She glanced at the clock. "It's almost half past seven, Anna. I ain't letting you go out alone-"

"Well I ain't goin' out alone!" Anna put her hands on her hips and pursed her lips. "I'm goin' with somebody."

Elsa's face crinkled up into an expression of displeasure. "What sorta somebody?"

"A man somebody." Anna said, knowing it'd make her sister upset.

Elsa blinked rapidly, then crossed her arms under her chest. She came over to Anna and ripped the curtains open, looking out onto the dimly lit streets of Arendelle Landing. There wasn't a soul out, but there were several lit windows. If you put effort into it, you could also hear the occasional voice or laugh coming from the close knit houses.

"I don't see anyone." Elsa said stiffly.

"That's 'cause the dance ain't started yet."

"Can't you use proper English?" Elsa tone was sharp and cold. Anna knew she'd pissed her off now. ""Ain't" isn't in the dictionary. "Isn't", however, is. But with the way you were saying things, the proper substitute word is "hasn't". The dance hasn't started yet."

Anna made a sour look as Elsa turned from the window. "I don't care. I'm talkin', not writin'."

"Your writing isn't much different." Elsa snapped.

Anna opened her mouth to fling out a sassy retort, but she refrained and instead snapped her mouth shut and bit the inside of her cheek. She turned her attention back to the window and closed the curtains most the way, leaving just enough for her to see without being seen.

"Why donchu just go be a grump somewhere else and leave me be, Elsa."

"Why don't you ever tell me before you do things?" Elsa said back, still seeming a bit red in the face.

"Because you never care."

"I care!"

Anna whirled around. "If you cared you would go out with me dancin' instead of sittin' 'round the house like some-some old maid!"

Elsa glared. "I sit round doin' papers because it's part of mah job, Anna. I have ta do it!"

"Not much as you do!" Anna raised her voice. "We ain't gone out and done nothin' since-since-"

"Since when, Anna?"

Elsa stamped up to her sister, nearly nose to nose. Anna paused before clenching her fists and stamping her foot so hard the china cabinet shuttered.

"Since Momma and Poppa died!"

She screamed, sucking in air afterwards and clenching her jaw shut. Elsa stopped, frozen in place. It seemed she hadn't expected Anna to mention their parents, or at least not at such a volume. They hadn't even really spoken of them since the influenza outbreak. The last thing either could remember saying about their parents was agreeing to never talk about it again. Anna had broken that agreement on several occasions, but Elsa had literally never spoken a word about her mother or father, unless to tell Anna that something she was fiddling with had been one of their possessions, and for her to put it down and go tend to her studies or something of the like.

Elsa slowly backed up and then pursed her lips. The uncomfortable silence was broken by a knock at the door. Elsa glanced over and then pursed her lips.

"Seems your gentleman caller is here." She said quietly.

Anna looked over. "Yeah." She crossed the living room to the front room and put her hand on the doorknob. "I probably won't be home till late."

"I won't wait up." Elsa replied spitefully.

Anna only nodded before opening the door. There Hans stood, looking rather dapper in a dark gray suit and waistcoat, a red ascot tucked around his neck pleasantly. He smiled when Anna opened the door.

"Why Miss Arendelle, don't you look ravishing!"

Anna's foul mood almost entirely vanished upon that single sentence. She smiled brightly and looked behind her, seeing Elsa having dissipated to her room. She stepped out of the house and closed the door behind her.

"You're mighty kind, Hans." She tried to hint against a use of formalities. "I gotta say you look swell yourself."

Hans smiled and took her hand, kissing it gently and then leading her down the steps. "Thank you. To be honest this ascot gave me a good bit of trouble earlier."

"I can say the same for this." Anna patted her bodice, unhappily thinking of the corset she wore under it that was tighter than she would have preferred.

Hans nodded and they began walking. Anna told him the way as they went, since he didn't know the town from Adam. As they went, they engaged in a small, idle conversation. Anna asked how long he'd been in Arendelle, and he replied a little over a week. He'd spent most his time in his room at a hotel, writing letters and sending taps to his brother out East.

"I came out here to map the land for a place to mine." He said. "My family heard of a gold deposite out around the Colorado in Arizona and sent me."

"Oh? That's interestin'. I don't know bout no mines 'round these parts."

Anna stopped in front of the dance hall. Hans reached into his pocket and pulled out a few bills and dropped them into the donation box at the front. The greeter smiled and waved them through.

"They're deep underground, or so I heard. That's why I'm trying to find them."

They entered the dance hall and stopped to admire it a moment. The floor was sanded wood and shined under the lamp-lit chandelier in the middle of the room. The room itself was circular, a mirror running the length of the whole, breaking in parts where pictures were hung and a person could see the red paint underneath. Wood sat a few inches below the red that showed under the mirror and circled the room, carved with semi-ornate decorations. There were refreshment tables and ladies who tended them, and a small band. Among those that had arrived were well dressed ladies in their bustles and bodices, all wearing gloves and some wearing hats, and men in suits and top hats, some of them wearing gloves as well and most wearing dress shoes

"This is great!" Anna smiled at Hans.

Hans smiled and nodded. "Splendid, truly."

He offered his hand to her, and Anna shyly took it. With that Hans swept her off to the dance floor. They were the first and only ones to be dancing, drawing the eyes of everyone else. Anna was embarrassed, but Hans didn't seem to care. He took her along with him, step by step, swinging and flinging to the gentle music as easily as one might breathe. Soon others joined and the music was increased from the band parallel to the refreshment tables. People danced and some started singing, they stood along the sides chattering about this and that and munching on whatever was available. Ladies giggled behind hands and men tipped their heads back and laughed.

It was all a grand occasion, everyone would agree. Halfway through Anna sat down in a chair and Hans stood beside her, both taking a break from a dizzying dance. While Anna looked around the dance hall, her eyes stopped upon one person: Elsa. Her sister was standing near the doorway in the shadows, wearing a dark blue dress with white underskirts, ascot and gloves. Her makeup was done and her hair was tied up and mostly hidden by a hat. She looked around under the rim of her hat as if she didn't want to be seen, but wanted to watch.

Hans noticed Anna's gaze and looked at Elsa. "Is that your sister?"

"Y-yeah." Anna nodded.

"I thought you said she didn't like parties?"

"She doesn't." Anna slowly rose to her feet. "She despises them. She ain't been to one in years."

"Well, then what is she doing here? Rather peculiar, don't you think?"

"Yeah, it is." Anna glanced at him. "Excuse me for a moment, would you?"

Hans nodded graciously. "Of course."

Anna nodded and then left, going over to her sister. "Elsa!"

Elsa stopped and clenched her hands together in front of her. "Anna. How has it been here?"

"Oh it's just been magnificent!" Anna paused before taking her sister's arm with her hands, an action that was very rare. "I can't believe you came, but I'm glad you did!"

Elsa gave her a small smile. "I just wanted to see how things were going."

Hans approached from seemingly no where, standing beside both Anna and Elsa. Elsa jumped slightly and stepped away from him, looking him up and down, then turning her head to Anna.

"Who-who's this?"

Anna smiled. "Elsa, this is Hans, Hans, this is Elsa. Elsa, Hans is my date." She felt a great amount of pride in saying that.

"O-oh." Elsa nodded and held her hand out ot Hans. "It's a pleasure, Mister Hans."

"Pleasure is all mine, Miss Arendelle. I've heard a lot about you and your running of Arendelle. I'd like to say you have a wonderful town here."

Elsa smiled cordially. "I thank you for the compliment. I try my best keeping it safe."

Hans smiled and then looked at Anna. "You wish to go back and dance some more?"

Anna gave a reluctant smile. "I would, but my feet are still hurtin' from earlier...but," She grinned rather evilly, "I'm sure Elsa wouldn't mind joining you."

Elsa shot her a look as if to say I will kill you. Hans perked a bit and looked at Elsa, offering his hand. "If you don't mind, Sheriff, I would take it an honor to dance with you."

Elsa clenched her hand, looking torn between being polite and avoiding social contact, which is what she wanted to do. Feeling rather pressured, Elsa ended up being polite. Hiding her distaste, Elsa gently laid her gloved hand in Hans's. The young Englishman nodded to her then to Anna before leading her away. Anna watched them a moment. They glided, their dance more calm than Anna and Hans's had been. Though the average person couldn't see it, Anna could tell Elsa wasn't enjoying it. She felt a tinge of guilt, but it went away as their dance continued, because slowly, Elsa smiled.

Anna took a seat on the edge of the wall and rested for awhile. She watched the dancers and the people talking, eyeing the deserts and generally letting her mind wander.

Then a gunshot rang through the hall.

There was immediate chaos. People screamed and ran around like chickens with their heads cut off. Anna panicked and ran around with them before eventually spotting two people who weren't running: Elsa and Hans. Elsa was staring down in front of her, and Hans was staring at her as if she was a monster. Anna shoved through the panicking passel of people and stopped when she saw what they were looking at: a dead body.

When the chaos managed to go down, everyone stared at the body. There was a silver gun laying beside it. Hans was the first to bend down and pick it up and then stared at Elsa.

"Sheriff!"

Elsa blinked and looked at him. Hans held up the gun that still smoked and there, gleaming in the chandelier light, was the most incriminating evidence ever: Elsa's name carved into the barrel of the gun.