Hans and Elsa rarely agreed. Strike that, it was so common for them to disagree it became unthinkable that they would ever find something in common. Indeed, the question of how they managed to marry in the first place came up more than once.

Today, however, they found something they both agreed on- albeit momentarily.

"OH COME ON! THE QUEEN'S KNIGHT IS CLEARLY THE SUPERIOR CHOICE!"

Hans and Elsa were arguing. Again.

Anna sighed, sitting beside a bored-beyond-death looking Sophia.

"That bad, huh?" Whispered Anna in a conspiratorial voice. The princess nodded. This was supposed to be fun. Not a debate on all things ever.

Elsa and Hans had waited months for them both to have the time to do this. It was the one thing they had agreed to do together, for Sophia's sake as well as family bonding; teach Sophia how to play chess.

It had gone well at first, teaching her the basic movements of each of the pieces. Sophia had found it particularly enjoyable to keep the king and queen together, although she insisted the White Queen was in love with the Black King. Then Hans decided to demonstrate a proper game.

That's when everything went horribly downhill.

The king and queen couldn't agree on anything! Each move they made, their opponent would criticize, demanding that Sophia never make that kind of irrational move.

"This, this is why you couldn't finish the job on the fjord!"

"Ugh! I wish I had finished the job!"

"Oh yeah? Well, I'd still be better at chess! Even without a head!"

"Ha! Seems like you play chess without using your head, so I couldn't tell the difference!"

Sophia picked up the knight and made horsey sounds.

"Do you think they'll ever agree on anything again?" Sophia asked Anna tiredly.

"Sure," She reassured her... daughter? Niece? Niece-in-law?

"If she follows your advice, she'll lose her knight!"

"Let it go! Let it go!"

The door slammed in Elsa's face. Anna swallowed nervously, "See? This is why I'm a checkers kind of girl."

She took out some pieces and taught Sophia how to play pretty quickly. The arguing in the background was put on hold as Elsa and Hans found something else with which to occupy themselves. Returning, they finally agreed on one thing.

"No!" Elsa gasped, aghast.

"My dear niece is not learning a peasant game like checkers!" Hans then took the pieces off the board and threw them outside. Elsa huffed in annoyance.

"We're above such simple games, Anna!"

Her younger sister rolled her eyes, "It's just a game!"

"It's not a game!" The husband and wife chorused.

"It's war!"

"It's politics!"

"It's life itself!"

"How do you not understand this?!"

Hans and Elsa stood protectively in front Sophia, crowding her from the 'corrosive influence' of Anna.

"Fine, whatever," She huffed. Kristoff tromped into the room.

"Hey everybody!" He said, holding up the checkers, "I found these lying outside the window! I love checkers!"

A huge smile lit up Anna's face.

"Ah! We should play a round!"

She turned to find Elsa and Hans looking down at her in dismay.

"This," Elsa said, swirling her finger, "This is all the proof I need."

Hans put his arms around Sophia, "Don't worry, honey, you'll never have to play that simpleton's game again!" He vowed, vengeance playing across his features. He had sworn to protect her at any cost.

"I kind of liked it!" She chirped out. Hans gripped his heart, Elsa gasped in shock. The two clutched each other for dear life.

"I always feared something would go wrong if I started a family, but this... this is just wrong!" Elsa sniffed back tears, "I just... thought it would be something I could at least stand to look at!"

She turned into Hans, clutching him in support. He shook his head disapprovingly at the princesses.

Anna huffed out her annoyance, "Oh, come on! You're acting like you have to be some kind of childish moron to play checkers!"

Elsa and Hans shot her what they hoped were subtle looks of condescension.

"Oh, Anna, if only someone believed that," He said.

"Come on, honey," Anna said, pulling Sophia away, "Let's leave these two to figure out where the queen's king goes."

"It's queen's knight!" Yelled Hans after her. He sighed wearily. Elsa sat down, moving a piece to illustrate her point, so Hans moved a piece as well. They played to yet another stalemate.

The queen laughed.

"What's so funny?" Asked Hans.

"I know where the queen's king goes."

"Oh?"

She pulled him close, "Right here."

He smiled.

This, they could always agree on.