I seem to have a knack for writing these chapters really erratically, especially when I'm about to fall asleep... At 2 AM. Awesome.

I also just seriously I love sassy Elsa, my goodness gracious. Hans being stubborn and childish... This is what they're relationship is based off of. Arguments, whining, fighting, wanting to kill each other... While simultaneously wanting to kiss every square inch of the other's body. And at the end of the day, they may still cuddle and like each other. Ah yes, welcome to my wonderful world of Hans/Elsa.

Children:

"For the last time, the answer is an absolute no!" The blonde growled, hands balling into little fists, before undoing themselves again; only to repeat the process. That was a little habit she had never gotten rid of; balling her fists. She did it when she was frustrated, angry, nervous... She never did drop it.

"Why not? I think we could manage." Hans said rather nonchalantly, examining his hand in a bored manner. A quick snap of the fingers and a little flame appeared above them. Maybe he could amuse himself by lighting something on fire if Elsa was just going to be like this. Maybe he could just light Elsa on fire.

"Hans.." Elsa pivoted on the ball of her heel to face him. Closing her eyes, she pinched the bridge of her nose between her index finger and thumb with a sigh. "We are not married. Therefore, we cannot have children. If we did, it would look absolutely irresponsible on our part. We're not even supposed to be sleeping in the same bed, let alone having intercourse. The fact that our bed chambers had been in the same hallway had been a big ordeal. We have broken a lot of rules already. Besides, do you really think either of us could handle a child? Honestly.. You're being ridiculous."

A mere scoff from him in response. "I think we would be perfectly capable of managing.. And if need be, we could always hide the child and have a quick marriage."

"MmHm.. You don't think my handmaidens would notice my dresses suddenly didn't fit when they go to dress me every morning?" She quirked a brow, crossing her arms over her chest. He just wasn't going to give this up without a fight.

"Nonsense. You have been eating a little more lately anyways."

"Hans."

"Elsa."

"No. I doubt I could handle a child, even if I was ready and we were married. There would be so much we would have to worry about."

Now he was resorting to practically lighting his hand on fire. Of course it didn't burn him though. "Such as?"

Icy blue eyes rolled in annoyance, finally settling back into place to stare back at him, practically boring into his soul. "The chance the child inherits my powers. Or your powers! Or a combination of both of ours! Among looking awful to all of Arendelle for marrying and creating with you, of all people."

What the hell was that supposed to mean? Maybe she had one this fight.. He was silent, now simply staring at his little flame in his palm.

Without another word, he spun on the heel of his boot, striding off and somewhere unbeknownst to her.

With a small smirk, the Queen crossed her arms over her chest in victory. She knew she probably wouldn't be seeing him for the rest of the day or even tonight. Maybe not even tomorrow. He would be too busy pouting in his chambers. He was such a child sometimes.. And he wanted to have a child, when he already was one.