A/N: Alright so I changed the rating on this story to M, just because I don't know what's going to happen with Kristoff & Anna. I will not go into detail if there are any future sex scenes, but I thought hinting at it this chapter would startle people. So long story short, I just wanted to be safe. (Also there may be violence, but I doubt that'll be rated M either. I can't tell at this point.) And Elsa and Anna be encountering a topic I'm sensitive about...waiting until marriage[to have sex]! Yippee! I think we'll encounter the conflict again, which is why I included it, and also to give it more credibility; so that it's actually a sisterly relationship. P.S. Sorry if the Kristanna scene sucks, I'm not really good writing (barely)smutty stuff. P.P.S. The "six bolded parts of muscle with indents" is a six pack. I don't think they had the term back then, and I didn't know how else to say it. So d:

-Dee

"Ready, Your Majesty?" a noisy knock startled Elsa.

She let out an exhausted sigh, "Not quite."

The handle squeaked and then the door flew open, a blast of air whizzing past the Queen's face.
Elsa blinked a few times before she crossed her arms, "You're supposed to wait for me out there. In the hall."

"I'm afraid, Queen Elsa, the court is waiting in you. You're late." He told her.

"A wise woman once said, 'A Queen is never late, everyone else is simply early.'" Elsa grinned, pleased with herself.
The guard chuckled at her small victory. A couple moments of silence passed between them. Elsa folded her hands.

"Christian." He said.

"What?"

"My name. It's Christian."

"Oh," Elsa's eyebrows lifted, "nice to meet you, Christian."

He laughed again(and was that a blush Elsa saw?), and with relief in his voice he continued, "Shall we head to the court, now, Your Majesty?"

Elsa gave herself one last look in the mirror. Two strands of hair on either sides of face were braided up. Leading all the way to the back of her head, the two pieces joined together to make one braid. A red silk ribbon tied the end together. The remainder of her wavy platinum blonde hair was down, hanging down to the bottom of her back. She was wearing her citron-colored gown, with a bodice underneath that sucked her tight until her waist, where it poofed out and drifted just inches above her three-inch black heels. She knew what she was dealing with. She was ready to face a murderer. "Let's go."

As Elsa walked into the court, she maintained stoic posture, afraid to move, but also trying to keep herself together. It had to be worse than her coronation party. Everyone is staring. She pleaded her eyes not to look around too much. Looking will only make it worse. Stay in control. You can do this.
The Queen slid into her throne, a tad uncomfortable before repositioning herself against the chestnut wood. She let out a sigh that was audible from the back of the courthouse as she placed her fragile arms on the cushioned armrests.
The courtroom was dark, with high ceilings and an auburn carpet leading down from the throne at the top. It was new, after all, because they had demolished the old thrones that lay for the King and Queen by request of Elsa. She remembers interrupting court sessions, playing hide and seek with Anna, and Parliament looking annoyed, the defendant looking grateful, and their parents' lips in a thin, tight line. Elsa was always It, and Anna was a very good hider. She'd find stacks of hay in the barns, sheets in the laundry room, small crevices in the court room, and hardest of all-secret passages throughout the castle. Anna only used those if Elsa refused to share a sweet with her that day, though. She thought of their parents again. If only she could be 18 again, Elsa thought, I could have stopped our parents from leaving.
Gustav tapped his cane on the wooden floor of the court 3 times, signalling that the court had come to order.

Elsa jumped, snapping out of her daydream, "Bring the suspect forward."
Two angry-looking guards dragged the man Elsa unfortunately encountered earlier this morning towards the her, stopping 4 feet in front of the throne.
With his hands tied with rope and sweat dripping down his forehead, the suspect smiled. His fiery red hair once again triggered nightmares of Hans, but the Queen refused to show any weakness.

"My Queen," Gustav bowed his head, "while in his prison cell, the suspect told us his name was Lukas."

"Is that so?" Elsa tapped her finger against the armrest, "Well, Lukas…" she stood up from her throne, anger bellowing within her, "I find you guilty."

Lukas chuckled, "Well, depends what you're charging me with, My Queen. If it was murder, then you would be right."

She licked her lips, "A confession? Well there you have it, men, the defendant pleads guilty. All in favor of putting this criminal to death say 'aye.'"

All at once, not only did the court erupt with the shouts of those in favor(which was all of them), but men sprang out of their seats, fists balled in the air, hollering cries of victory and violence.
Eyebrow raised, mouth pulling up into a smirk, Elsa raised her hands to shoulder height, yet remained silent. The court's yells died down into complete silence.

"Very well," she calmly said, "take him to be beheaded. Give him a meal before…whatever he wishes."
Her eyes hovered over Lukas and the guards, the cold running through her veins, somehow calming. Although at the same time it fueled her fury.
Stepping down from her throne, her fingers gingerly touched her golden crown, feeling secure. Heels clicking, Elsa gave an excited smile to Christian, who smiled back, as she strutted towards the courtroom doors with the whoops and hoorays that thundered behind her.

"She did it!" Anna pressed her lips to Kristoff's, while she hovered above him.

"Hey," he snorted, a wink of surprise and shock in his voice. "Is it morning already?"

Once again before touching her lips to Kristoff's, Anna cheered, "Didn't you hear me? Elsa did it! The evil guy is in jail! And I may have watched from a secret passage..."

"Showed who?" Kristoff asked in between kisses.

"Long story. Talk later." Anna told him, trying to conserve as much oxygen as possible.

Kristoff's back arched, leaning in to cover as much of Anna's lips as he could, "Mmm…okay."
Kristoff was now housed in the castle, because Elsa insisted, since he had no real house. Although, the real reason was that she liked seeing Anna this happy all the time. The moonlight peeked in between the gap in the curtains, beaming right at Anna's head, and she looked up, the glare annoying her, "Ugh." She whined.

"What? Oh sorry, I forgot to close those." Kristoff apologized quickly, before pulling Anna back to him.
Anna's hands traveled around his neck, until they slid under the soft sheets, landing on Kristoff's bare chest, and she shivered.

"Ooh…" she retreated, the shivers spreading down to her spine.

"Sorry…again." He waited this time, which Anna figured out, was because he was panting. She paused, slowly pulling the sheets down to expose more of his fit chest, almost falling off the bed when she saw indents around his lower chest. There lay one…two…no, six bolded parts of muscle with indents around it. Kristoff was ripped.

"Kristoff…" Anna gasped, her hands smoothing it over.

He waited, a bit amused with her flabbergasted expression.

Finger pointed, she poked the muscle, and Kristoff took in a big breath of air. The six small little rectangles throbbed, and as her finger trailed down lower… and lower… and lower… "Oh."
With that, she plunged off the bed, her head side hitting the floor with a noisy umph!

"Ouch…" she groaned.

"Anna!" Kristoff roared in a whisper, "Are you okay?"
She took Kristoff's hand, and he pulled her up with so much force she almost when flying again.

"Sorry, I just-I-I…" he stopped, noticing Anna wasn't listening.
Her jaw had fallen open, shocked.

"Wh-I-" he glanced down, realizing he had no undergarments on, "…oh."

"I better go!" She backed away, now feeling suddenly exposed, too, in her sheer nightgown, "See ya!"

"Anna, wait!" Kristoff called after her, a blush rising in his cheeks and eyebrows falling down in disappointment.
Rushing towards the door, Anna's lips twitched up in a playful smile, but only when Kristoff could no longer see her face.

"I'm sorry, Anna, I-"
She closed the door behind her. Soon, a fit of giggles began rising up directly from her stomach. Anna ran as fast as she could before she let go with a howl of hysterical laughter. She didn't where she was running, but she didn't care, she has happy and embarrassed and excited all at the same time. Doors, columns, windows, and different colored blurred her vision. She was laughing so hard she was crying. It wasn't until she found herself knocking at Elsa's door that she knew where she was.

"Elsa!" Anna had jumped on top of Elsa's bed and had begun shaking the blonde's shoulders in her tiny hands, "Elsa!"

Elsa woke with a start, "What? Are you hurt? Are you okay? Is it Rane?"

Anna chuckled, "No, no, no, Elsa. It's Kristoff."

The air between them suddenly became freezing, and ice trailed up the walls, little snowflakes glimmering in the moonshine that shone through the small window in the back of her room, "Kristoff's hurt?"

"No! Nobody's hurt. I'm fine." Anna hopped off Elsa's bed and tucked her right hand behind her left elbow.

"Oh," the ice disintegrated with a soft crack and a sucking noise. "Then what is it? Anna you scared me to death, this better be good."

Anna dodged the playful punches Elsa was throwing at her. Giggling, Anna sat back down on her sister's bed, "Kristoff."

"So there is something wrong with Kristoff?"

"No, trust me, there is nothing wrong with Kristoff." Her lips pulled up into a smile that showed her teeth.

"What," Elsa poked the redhead, "are you not telling me?"

"I saw Kristoff naked." Anna whispered, still laughing. "And his..." she gestured to the middle of her thighs, "went..." and a lifted a finger to show elevation.

"Oh my God." Elsa gaped.

"Yeah. And the nakedness...only front, but it still counts… I think."

"When?" Elsa howled, hoping to hear the whole story.

"Just now."

"Anna! You didn't…Did you…?" Elsa bit her lip.

"No…" Anna's smile faded, "Why do you say it like that?"

"Because, Anna," Elsa sighed, "you should be married first."

"'Should?' And says who?"

"Says mama…papa…" they gave each other a look. Elsa continued, "and me. I don't know, it's just how things are."

"Oh." Anna crossed her arms.

"Okay, what was that for?"

"Nothing." She closed her eyes, nose high in the air.

"Anna, just tell me."

"I dunno, I guess it just bugs me that you're telling me what to do with my body."

The blonde's eyes widened and she opened her mouth to say something, but closed it. Finally she apologized, "You're right. It's a personal decision, and it's your body. I'm sorry."

"It's okay. But I'm still a little mad at you so this is the part where I storm out of the room, right?"

"Think so. I did." Elsa chuckled to herself, remembering how her coronation party ended.

"Alright, " Anna hoisted herself off Elsa's bed and walked towards the door, "but we'll talk about this more tomorrow, right?"

"Sure. Good night, Anna."

"Night, sis."
The door shut quietly, and Elsa curled back up under her sheets, sighing to herself gratefully.