Journeying home, Sven and Marshmallow take turns in pulling Kristoff's sled, allowing each other breaks.

You and Anna are sat in the back while she treats your injuries, bandaging where the sorceress's blast has burnt you.

You thank her once she's finished.

"Get some sleep," she insists, wrapping a blanket around you. "You look exhausted."

"I don't think I can," you croak. "I'm worried about Elsa."

Anna takes a deep breath, her eyes anxious and glistening with tears. "Me, too," she admits, hugging you. "But as Princess of Arendelle I am ordering you to rest."

"But, Anna, I-"

"Try, anyway."

Driving, Kristoff smiles to himself and shakes his head.

You realise it's pointless to resist. "Yes, princess."

It doesn't take much effort for you to fall asleep. Within seconds of closing your eyes you've slipped into a semi-comatose state, your encounter with the sorceress having left you utterly spent.

By the time Anna rouses you, it's already been a full day and a half.

"We're almost there," she says.

You sit bolt upright and the blanket slides off your shoulders. You can see the castle and main town in the closing distance.

You're ready to stomp Rafe into the ground. Or at least have Marshmallow do so on your behalf.

Anna notices your reaction as she hands you a flask of glogg. "Now, I know I'm usually the one who needs to be told not to do anything impulsive in these situations, but if we see Rafe, we can't just outright accuse him of his crimes."

Your ingenious plan quashed, you slump back in your seat. For crying out loud!

"We don't want to start a war."

You sigh. She's right.

"So, what do we do?" you ask.

"Well, considering he tried to have you assassinated and everything, it'd probably be better if you stayed out his sight."

"Agreed," you say.

"Kristoff and I will sneak you into the castle. Remember, you're still banished."

You haven't forgotten.

"And then while you're alone with Elsa, convincing her not to go through with the marriage, telling her it'll all be okay and that we'll find a way to prove what a scoundrel Rafe is, Kristoff and I will keep watch."

You raise an eyebrow at her. "That's it? That's your master plan? The wedding is in one day!"

Anna sighs. "You have a better idea?"

You shake your head. "I guess not."

When you arrive outside the main town, Marshmallow - seeing as he would attract too much attention - disguises himself among some boulders for a snooze.

"Won't people be a little suspicious about a snow-covered rock in the middle of spring?" Kristoff asks.

You and Anna shrug in unison.

"Maybe," she responds, grabbing a few greying blankets from the sled and draping them over the snowman. "There you go, Marshmallow. Inconspicuous!"

You and Kristoff look at each other and chuckle at Anna's sloppy handiwork.

"Don't worry," the ice harvester says. "It'll be dark soon, anyway."

Sven proceeds to pull your group through the town.

The change shocks you.

Rows of buildings - mostly houses and shops - now have banners hanging from them which celebrate the upcoming marriage between King Rafe and Queen Elsa.

You can see from the advertising signs that shopkeepers have been capitalising on the event, selling cakes and dolls with Elsa and Rafe's faces on and such.

The Arendelle citizens are clearly ecstatic, most likely due to getting a day's holiday rather than the event itself. But nevertheless.

And the royal guards are out on patrol in greater numbers tonight, instructed by their captains to expect a rise in the amount of alcohol-fuelled incidents, which of course there will be.

You hide under Anna's cape as the sled passes over the bridge into the castle courtyard.

It feels like forever since you were home.

Wait. Home?

You nod to yourself. This castle is your home.

This castle is your home and you want Rafe out.

Giving you a spare hooded cloak, Anna is deliberating which entrance would be best to sneak you in through.

She then catches sight of something that chills her blood.

With a gasp, she pushes you headfirst into a barrel.

"Hey! What the-"

"Shh!"

"Princess Anna!" booms Rafe, marching towards her from across the courtyard. "Where have you been?"

Kristoff doesn't appreciate the king's tone and glares at him, standing at Anna's side with his arms folded.

Rafe smirks at him. "Evening, troll lover."

The ice harvester unfolds his arms and clenches his hands into fists. "Watch it, buddy."

The kings squares up to him. "Or what?"

Anna places a hand on Kristoff's chest, shaking her head, an apologetic expression etched onto her features.

Sighing, he let's it go.

"We were taking a break," the princess says to Rafe. "From all the activity. We were, uh, visiting Oaken's sauna."

Rafe raises an eyebrow. "Never heard of the place."

"You wouldn't," Kristoff spits. "You don't belong here."

The king scowls at the ice harvester, then relaxes into a smirk. "Which is precisely why Queen Elsa and I will be sailing back to Arrogania for our honeymoon."

At those words you begin struggling inside the barrel.

Anna kicks it with her heel, hinting at you to be quiet.

"Come, princess," says Rafe, holding out his arm in false chivalry. "I believe that old hag Gerda wishes to adjust your dress."

Anna wants to punch him almost as much as she wanted to punch Hans. Nobody talks about Gerda like that!

Kristoff quickly places a hand on her shoulder, reminding her of the situation.

Forcing a smile, she nods and loops her arm through Rafe's. "Oh, Your Majesty, please tell me again my duties as maid of honour. I do so enjoy listening to you speak. Your voice is so...so..."

"Captivating?" asks Rafe, inspecting his nails with a smug expression. "Smooth? Enchanting? Hypnotic?"

Still in the barrel, you roll your eyes.

"Enchanting," Anna says. "Yeah, that's the word I was looking for. Your voice is so enchanting."

As the king leads her away from the courtyard and into the castle, all you can hear is him obliviously prattling on and on about the wedding tomorrow and how fantastic everyone will think he is.

"I hate that guy," Kristoff grumbles to Sven.

He then remembers you being stuck upside down in the barrel and rushes over to check it.

You're gone.

Kristoff scans his surroundings, panicking. "Where are you?" he thinks aloud.

Unbeknown to him, you slipped away when Rafe started describing how many tiers the cake had. You couldn't take anymore.

You're currently sprinting around to the back of the castle, where the bedroom balconies overlook the fjords.

You're breathless once you've reached your destination. You had to sneak past at least a dozen guards. Plus, the castle is far from tiny.

You look up at the sky, pitch black and twinkling with starlight. Perfect for what you intend to do.

Your eyes trace across to the castle, towards the familiar balcony of a bedroom you spent many a night in while living there.

And there she is. Regal and elegant. Gaze fixed on the brightest stars. Unaware of just how beautiful and wonderful you truly think she is.

She can't see you, of course. But you wish she could.

Elsa.