It's the morning after the wolf incident.

You wake up to a knocking at your bedroom door.

It's Gerda and Kai - the royal family's head servants.

Kai is holding a tray of tea and Gerda has in her arms what you assume to be your outfit for today.

"Queen Elsa has requested your presence," says Kai, setting the tray on a table. "She's currently at work in her study, so I suggest you don't keep her waiting."

You gulp, thinking about how you almost kissed her yesterday. "Did she say what it is?" you ask.

Kai shakes his head.

Gerda drapes the clothes she's carrying over a chair. "The queen would also appreciate it if you wore this," she says.

You nod. You'd wear a potato sack if it pleased Elsa.

Kai and Gerda leave the room.

Once you're dressed, you head over to the queen's study, your stomach doing somersaults.

Anna passes you en route, asking how your arm is.

You insecurely pull your sleeve down over the stitches marring your skin.

She notices your reaction and gives you a hug.

You hug her back.

"Elsa is really fond of you," she says.

You wonder why she's telling you this.

"I've seen the way you look at my sister."

Uh-oh. Is she going to order you to back off, call you unworthy?

You're aware that Elsa is completely out of your league. But to hear someone - especially Anna - say such a thing would crush you.

"And I've seen the way she looks at you," the princess continues. "It's the same look my parents had for each other. The same one Kristoff gives me."

Your mouth hangs agape. "Anna," you breathe.

She smiles. "I just want you to know that I approve, that I couldn't think of anyone better for Elsa."

You can't speak. You're overwhelmed with joy.

Anna insists that you tell Elsa how you feel the next time you're in her company.

"I'm on my way to see her now," you say. "She summoned me."

"Then what're you waiting for?" exclaims Anna, pushing you in the direction of Elsa's study. "Go!"

Beaming, you do as instructed.

"Elsa?" You tap your knuckles against the door, awaiting a response. "It's me."

An engraving of the royal emblem glares at you from the door's hardwood oak.

You hear the heavy scrape of chair legs, followed by the delicate click of ice heels. Then the door creaks open and a pair of familiar blue eyes are locked on yours.

Elsa reaches for your hand, her skin as soft as a snowflake. "Please, come in."

You enter the study and she closes the door behind you.

Her eyes trace up your wrist to the freshly-stitched bite wound you sustained yesterday.

You wish she'd avert her gaze. You feel repulsive.

Little do you know that to Elsa you're anything but.

Upset by the thought of you being in any pain, she gently raises your injured forearm to her mouth and plants a light kiss, causing you to go wide eyed and blush out of control.

You're so nervous and excited you can't breathe.

Elsa can see the effect she's having on you and is loving every second of it. But at the same time she realises you need to rest, especially with everything you've endured this week.

"Have a seat," she says, leading you to the chair at her desk.

You're grateful. Your knees were close to buckling.

Elsa sits on her desk in front of you, one leg crossed over the other so that it's visible through the slit in her ice dress.

You struggle to refrain from staring.

"By the way," she says, smiling, "I do have a valid reason for asking you here."

"You do?" is all you manage to utter back.

She nods. "I've a proposal for you."

The word 'proposal' nearly gives you a heart attack. Elsa couldn't seriously be considering-

"A job offer."

Hearing this, you relax.

"I want you to become my personal guard."

"Your personal what?"

"You've already proven that you're capable," she says. "You've saved both mine and my sister's lives. On two separate occasions, I should add."

You aren't sure. Protecting a monarch is a huge amount of responsibility. Elsa's life would be in your hands. Are you ready for that?

Stepping down from the desk, she hugs you and whispers in your ear, "Most importantly, I trust you."

Her breath tickles you, giving you goosebumps.

You can't handle the tension anymore. You have to tell her how you feel.

"Elsa, I-"

She presses her lips against yours before you can finish your sentence.

Your head is spinning with surprise and euphoria. This is all you've been dreaming about since the moment you first laid eyes on her.

Elsa stops and looks at you, waiting for you to say something.

But you don't say anything. Instead you kiss her back.