Apparently I'm already on chapter 8. I thought I was only on 5. Geez.. I'm like seriously lacking in prompt ideas and I don't even know what happened with this chapter. It just happened to play out with a grumpy Hans as I typed it and then the end.. Yeah, I don't know. I don't know what I'm doing anymore. Trying to catch up on sleep still... But on Thursday, I take my last midterm and then I have a long weekend! So that means updates to come. My writing is seriously slacking though. It's like it's getting crappier by the second, I swear.

I'm thinking maybe you guys should toss out some prompt suggestions for me. That would be cool as shit.

Snow:

Snow wasn't exactly a major part of their relationship.. It was weird, in a way. Obviously, it played a minor role, but without it.. The whole relationship would be... Out of place, almost. It played a bigger role in a different relationship she had with someone else, though...

One bright and early morning, after Elsa had cleaned up and eaten, she stood in her study; hands folded in front of her as she watched the little snowflakes drop and stay in Arendelle. Now, the question was: Was this her or natures doing? It was winter, so it could have been either, really..

There came a little rapping on her door and she sighed, "Enter." It was obviously Hans if the guard outside the door had let him pass without notifying her.

Slowly, auburn hair came into view in the corner of her. Soon, it was followed by a head, torso, and legs. What on Earth did that man want now? Practically everyday he was in here causing some sort of commotion or annoyance.

"Hi."

That was all he had to say? Hi? You had to be kidding.

"Hi.. What do you want?" Her painted red lips parted slightly to let another audible sigh pass between them.

"It's snowing out." He nodded, moving beside her to look out the large window.

"You act as if I'm blind."

"Sometimes you can be. Now.. Did you do this? Or was it just by chance?" God, he hated the cold. He hated snow. He hated ice. There was so much irony in it all.

A small smirk began to tug at the Queen's lips, and she couldn't help but chuckle quietly. She brought her hand, palm up, to be level with her lips; blowing cool air to brush past it, she sent a few snowflakes flying into Hans' face. He wrinkled his nose as they quickly melted against his heated skin.

"I thought the children of Arendelle might enjoy a day off from their lessons.. Just this once. After all of their hard work everyday, I thought it was a well needed break." She nodded firmly, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Really? Now I can't go outside because of you." He scowled, crossing his own arms and looking down at her.

"Well, you can, you just don't want to. You just happen to hate snow.. And sometimes melt it and ruin everyone's fun. That's what happens when you have control over flames though." She shrugged her shoulders, staring up at him.

"You better have thawed it all out by tomorrow..." Hans grumbled, marching off and out of the room in the grumpiest of fashions.

Not even ten minutes had passed since Hans had left the room, when there came another knocking at the door. But - This one was five consecutive knocks in a pattern she knew all too well.

"Elsa! Do you wanna build a snowman?" Gee, she hadn't heard that in a while.

There was a long pause on Elsa's side of the door. She always did want to build one... She just couldn't. Of course she did... ".. I'll be right out, Anna!"

There was an excited gasp on the other side of the door followed by the sound of Anna's boots clicking against the floor as she made a mad dash outside.