A/N: And here's part II! Enjoy!

"He was so infuriating, Anna. You have no idea. If you were in the meeting I imagine you would've probably bashed his face in. If only you had been there and listened to his demands! Oh dear lord. I wonder how papa dealt with him for so many years. He was worse than their Duke, let me tell you. Gosh, we had it easy during our coronation. I wonder how their nation had survived up till now with such... vexing people!"

Anna almost laughed at the word 'our' coronation. Elsa was queen, not her, yet she thought of them as one. United. Together. Lovers. It was probably an unconscious thing that her sister said because she was around. She could never make such a mistake like that around others. She smiled as her sister ranted enthusiastically about the King of Weselton's unreasonable negotiations, if they could be called that. If only she could let it slip.

It was truly a pity the both of them were born in this era, when lesbians and incest were taboo. In retrospect, Norway had long moved past slavery while other countries were still working their way out of it. She wished one day Norway could do that with other taboos like the ones they were invoking. If only they were born in that future where their relationship wasn't looked at with disgust or fear. Too bad life was too short for her to live to see that happen.

"-And then he had the gall to demand more wool! How dare he! His duke aided in killing you, for god's sake!"

Anna sweated as she leaned against a balcony, not knowing what to say. The duke did actually try to kill her, but she couldn't say that. Clearly, her sister was extremely passionate about her. And whenever Elsa ranted, all she could do was feel bad as all she did was listen. She couldn't tell her to relax because common sense told her that was the worst thing to tell anyone when they were frustrated. But she couldn't give any advice either on how to deal with said man because she knew next to nothing about politics either.

Not that papa's tutors taught her nothing, but she simply couldn't grasp the idea of how politicians had to speak in such sophisticated languages and beat around the bush about what they want. It was like adult-children, really. What she found herself majoring in was geography, learning about landmarks, terrains, the rest of the world she had always wished to see was wonderful to her.

Raising a hand off the railing, she gave her sister a small pat on the shoulder. "Well at least that's over for now," and pulled her close, allowing their hips to touch. She giggled upon contact. "My legs are as tall as yours."

Elsa huffed in response, "But I'm still taller." She said, smirking.

"Just two centimeters, Elsa, quit it." She pouted.

"Ten!" Their eyes widened at the declaration from a short distance away from where they stood.

"Nine!" Quickly, they both turned to the town centre where they sang their christmas carols together. The crowds were squealing, some little kids she could barely make out looked like they were jumping on their parents' heads and clapping as they yelled.

"Eight!" A thought struck her.

"Oh hey Elsa?"

"Seven!"

"Hmm?"

"Six!"

"Did you know-"

"Five!"

"That if you kissed someone as the clock strikes twelve-"

"Four!"

"They say your love will become-"

"Three!"

"Eternal?"

"No, mmph!"

"Two!"

And then silence. Nothing seemed to enter her ears in the next few seconds. Nothing processed in her brain either except for how her sister reciprocated the kiss, hands cupping her cheeks and pulling her in for more, smiling into the kiss.

All of a sudden, a loud resounding "boom!" echoed in her ears and Anna jumped.

Perspiration trickled down her forehead like heavy rain. It was warm- no, it was hot. Way too hot for a winter night. She quickly pulled the blanket off of her and climbed out of bed. Before she knew it, her feet took her to the windows where she often sat to watch the nothern lights on her own.

The beautiful light blue fireworks rained in the sky before disappearing as they sank. They reminded her so much of snowflakes, one so much like the one shot in her heart just last year- no, two years ago, now.

Anna gritted her teeth feeling the tears force their way out of her eyes. If only her sister had complied to the King of Weselton's unreasonable negotiations that day, she would still be sitting here. Or if only she had been sharp enough to notice Emanuel obviously wasn't a new guard, but actually a sent assassin by the King. If only she had checked upon learning about the new guard since she had the free time to do so unlike her sister who wasn't as familiar with the guards as she was.

Life was already short enough for her. Seventy years, eighty years, ninety. Even a hundred years wasn't going to be enough for her to see the future she dreamed of. And her sister had to die just after turning twenty two. Life was indeed too short.

"Happy new year, Elsa."

My love for you is eternal.