Kai knocked on the door before opening it. "Ma'am, I wanted to remind you that cook had dinner ready for 7:00."

"Oh, is it that late?" Elsa was crafting a letter, with painstaking care, to the King of Hanover regarding his inquiries about the recent Avalonian visit and had been waiting for Fitz to escort her to dinner. In light of the awkward, at least for Elsa, alliance between Hanover and Avalon, the wording was giving her fits, and she had not noticed how late it was.

"Yes, and Princess Anna is waiting."

"It's that late?" She quickly returned her quill to the stand and carefully closed up the ink pot, all the time wondering what had happened to Fitz.

"Yes, ma'am." Kai held the door open as the Queen walked quickly out and toward the dining room.

Elsa entered to find her sister sitting alone at the table. One of the advantages of being Queen, or as Anna would say disadvantages of being Princess, was that dinner wasn't served until the Elsa arrived. Dinner did not wait for Anna, which saved dinner time from becoming highly unpredictable, much like the Princess in question. Today, however, the Queen was the one who was late, and it seemed Anna had been waiting a while as she had created a little house out of the cutlery and was now gently tucking her napkin around it to give it a roof.

"Sorry, I lost track of the time."

Anna jumped at Elsa's voice and the house of forks came tumbling down into Anna's lap and onto the floor. Elsa looked around the table, surprised that Anna was the only one there. "Have you seen Fitz?"

Anna picked up the forks from the floor and handed one to Elsa. "She went off with Kristoff, but I thought they'd be back by now."

"They're both missing?" Elsa took the fork … then reached over and gathered up all the forks and gave them to a footman to replace. Her feelings about the "five second rule" differed greatly from Anna's.

"Kristoff told me that they had errands to run in town."

Elsa turned back to her sister in alarm. "Didn't they do enough damage to the town yesterday?" The last thing she needed, they needed, was for Fitz and Kristoff to become the menaces of Arendelle. Between her rocky coronation, Kristoff's lack of gentle birth, and Fitz's … well lack of several of the criteria some might find essential to being her consort, she felt they were already asking a bit of the good will of the people of Arendelle. Adding wanton property destruction and public drunkenness probably wasn't going to improve anyone's opinion of the royal family and their friends.

"Kristoff promised: no pubs, no taverns, no drinking."

"It's not necessarily Kristoff that I'm worried about."

"Fitz will be fine."

"That's easy for you to say, you didn't get the bill this morning. I could … well, apparently I could do a lot of things with the cost of one bar full of furniture it seems."

"I think Fitz knows that, which is why you don't have to worry."

Elsa opened her mouth to further spell out her worries when Fitz burst in through the door, out of breath. "I'm terribly sorry we're late."

"I don't have to make any more apologies, do I?" Elsa asked only half kidding.

Fitz had the good grace to blush. "No," she mumbled, which was about as close to penitent as she deigned to be. Then she looked back to the door, "You can't leave me hanging by myself, Kristoff. I need a little backup in here."

Kristoff walked through the door. Both Anna and Elsa stared at him in amazement. While it was true he had one formal suit, the one he had worn to Elsa's ball, that was his only attire that wasn't the two sets of clothing he wore everyplace else. Anna didn't mind, but Elsa had been concerned, since eventually, presuming he did the right thing by her sister, he would be expected to dress differently ... sometimes. Apparently on their outing Fitz had worked some magic because there he was in a pair of buckskin breeches, a white linen shirt, and heavens was that … a white silk vest. His breeches were a slightly fuller cut than Fitz's, therefore less fashionable, but in less than fashionable Arendelle that certainly wasn't a problem. He even had new boots, shiny black ones that reached almost to his knee, which he still walked a little uneasily in. Fitz had on a black stock and her black tailcoat, but otherwise Kristoff looked just as much a gentleman as she did, which was a fairly high bar.

"Uh hi," Kristoff said shyly, his eyes darting from Anna to the Queen.

Anna found her voice first. "Hi there, stranger," she said batting her eyelashes at him. She got out of her chair and sauntered over to where he stood. "That's a mighty sexy outfit, you've got on there. I think I have to kiss you." She lowered her voice. "We have to be quick, though. My boyfriend will be here any minute."

Elsa laughed, "Anna!"

And it took Kristoff a moment or two to realize what Anna meant, but once he did, he pulled her into a kiss. "I'm not worried," he reassured her when they broke apart. "My friend Fitz can take anyone you throw at her."

"Hey, hey!" Fitz said from where she had settled at the table next to Elsa. "You're not dragging me into another of your fights."

They both laughed heartily at that. Elsa was suspicious, she didn't quite believe the "they insulted Sven" story about the fight last night, but so far neither of them had confessed to anything else. Still it seemed to her unlikely that mild-mannered Kristoff would start a fight with five men, even if they insulted his beloved reindeer. Fitz on the other hand ….

Kristoff sat down next to Anna and dinner began.

Eventually it happened. A gravy covered pea slid off Kristoff's fork and landed square in the middle of his shirt. He stared at it forlornly, Anna winced, and Elsa gave a little sigh. Fitz just shook her head.

"One good thing about white shirts is that they launder well. That's not a problem," she said, indicating the stain on his shirt.

"But ..."

Kristoff looked distraught enough that Fitz was afraid she would see tears running down the big man's cheeks. "Really it's not a problem." And to demonstrate she reached across the table and took the gravy covered serving spoon and splattered her own shirt. "I'll take it to the laundry, the stain will come out, and the shirt will be right as rain afterward."

Elsa's jaw dropped as she looked from the gravy boat to Fitz's shirt. Anna suppressed a laugh for Kristoff's sake, but she thought this was the most charming display of camaraderie she had ever seen.

"It's true. I spill food on myself all the time," Anna added. Then, and Elsa was pretty sure it wasn't an accident, she hit her fork with her elbow, and added a splatter of glazed carrot to her own clothing.

"Oh, please, don't ..." Elsa rubbed her temples. Once again she was the only adult here, and the one who was undoubtedly going to hear from the laundry staff about the sudden increased in their workload.

"Just because you never spill anything," Anna responded.

"Easily fixed," Fitz added. Elsa's attention turned just in time to see Fitz launch a spoon full of mashed potatoes at her. It was very close range, too close to duck … or freeze. It landed with a smack on on her dress, masterfully placed right between her breasts.

"Really?" she exclaimed sharply.

Everyone else at the table stifled their laughter as Elsa glared and wiped at her dress with her napkin. Finally she just remade it with a twitch of her hand and grumbled something about injury to the royal dignity. Fitz turned to sweetly apologize, at least she would have sworn later that was her intent, when a large mound of snow dropped onto her head.

"I am only trying to help with the stain," Elsa added when Fitz started sputtering in protest, icy water dripping down the back of her neck. She looked around for another weapon, seizing a spoonful of peas this time. They locked eyes. Elsa's eyebrow lifted, and her lips pursed in a warning. Fitz returned the look and her hand shook as if it independently wanted to fling away, damn the consequences.

"Oh look … it's dessert!" Anna called out loudly as the next course came in.

Fitz smiled tightly and returned her spoon to her plate. Detente was reached, and Elsa turned to observe the service with a victorious smirk. She even handed Fitz her napkin to towel off what wet she could reach. But Fitz knew that continuing this confrontation in front of the servants would not serve her well … either in the immediate term or the longer one. Tonight she wanted to sleep in her own bed, preferably wrapped around her own lover … who preferably still loved her, a state which was not guaranteed if she pushed this any further. And besides, it was dessert; she knew that to interfere with dessert would earn her the ire of both sisters, and nothing was worth that.

Dinner continued uneventfully from then, at least until the plates were being cleared, when Fitz got up suddenly. "If you will excuse me, Your Majesty," she said giving an overly formal bow. "But I have important business I must conduct with Her Highness."

"Important business?" Elsa answered wondering what could be more pressing than changing out of her sodden shirt. "Well ... who am I to stand in the way of important business?" Her voice was tinged with dry humor. "I'm sure I'll find something to while away the empty hours as I wait for your return."

"Well ..." Kristoff said hesitantly. "I'll .. I can … I think ..."

"Good man," Fitz interrupted his painful stammer, clapping him heartily on the back, and then dragged a surprised Anna out the door.

Elsa watched the whole awkward exchange with a puzzled look. Something was up. It was good that Fitz had a passion for the Navy because she would have made a terrible intelligence officer.

"I … I um …. Your Majesty?"

"Yes?" Now, Elsa was sure something was up. Kristoff wasn't always the most eloquent person in the room, but he was usually quite confident, and he never called her by her title unless he had a reason to.

"I wonder if I could talk to you?"

"Of course, Kristoff," she said trying to ascertain what could be this important that he needed to speak with her privately. "Perhaps we might go into the parlor, and sit in the comfortable chairs."

He nodded, his teeth clamped together in a grimace.

Elsa glanced back once or twice, as he followed her, trying to decide how worried she should be. She had a couple of thoughts about what the problem was, and most of them were rather worrisome.

Once in the room, she took a seat on a large, comfortable sofa and patted the spot next to her to indicate Kristoff should sit there. He seemed very uncomfortable, shifting where he stood, but he didn't move to take the seat. Now her own heart sped up. "Kristoff?" she asked.

Her discomfort turned to shock when she saw Kristoff getting down on one knee. She leapt up and waved him off.

"Oh, no!" She was sure … she hoped … this was all a misunderstanding.

"No?" Kristoff looked up hurt and confused.

"No. I mean not no, no … just …." Elsa extended her hand to help him up. "Please, no kneeling. Um ... not with me."

"Oh yes, not with you …" His eyes got even wider. "I'm sorry. I've never really done this before."

"Which is fine, good in fact," Elsa smiled reassuringly, "but unless you want a sword through your throat it would be a bad idea for you to be proposing to me."

"Oh ... yeah," Kristoff managed to almost return her smile, "and she would so totally kill anyone who tried that."

"Yes," Elsa breathed, continuing that line of thought. Then she looked up at Kristoff, and said sincerely, "Yes, of course. I would like nothing better."

"But I haven't even asked." Kristoff frowned again. "You mean yes, I can marry Anna?"

"Yes." Elsa repeated this time laughing. "Yes, you may marry Anna. I would be proud to have you as my brother-in-law."

Kristoff looked stricken, almost unsteady on his feet at that. Elsa reached out again and put her hand on his arm. "OK. Great," he breathed. "Now I just … wow."

"She'll be so happy, Kristoff. You needn't worry," Elsa pulled him down to the sofa and tried to reassure him.

"No, I'll worry. She's … she's worth worrying about, and if not about this then about the next thing." His ramble underscored to the Queen exactly how nervous he was about proposing, and he was still fidgeting. "I think it's good, though. It keeps me focused."

"Well, one of you should be focused," Elsa chuckled.

"Oh, Anna can be focused when she wants to be," he replied.

Which reminded her. "And um … Kristoff. Is there a certain timetable I need to be aware of ... for the wedding?"

"No. I mean I think Anna …" then he realized what she was really asking. He leaned back, his hands gesturing in front of him. "Oh, no! That's not a problem. I promise. No chance."

Elsa let out the breath she had been holding. Kristoff continued to explain, but with a wounded look. "I wouldn't have ..."

"I know. I'm sorry. It wasn't so much you I was worried about. But Anna ..." she gave him a weak smile, embarrassed that she had doubted him, "Anna knocked on my door every day for thirteen years just to talk to me. I could only imagine how persistent she might be … if she felt a more compelling desire."

Kristoff thought about that for a moment and then nodded. "Yeah, well … that's Anna. Focused and," he dropped his voice to a whisper, "a little pushy sometimes."

"Persistent," Elsa added.

"About some things," they both said together, laughing as they finished. It was clear the awkwardness had been gotten over.

"Please go find her Kristoff. And in case I wasn't clear earlier, I am very pleased that you're going to join my family. I think we can all benefit from someone as … sensible as you are."

"Yeah, well that's me … sensible …." He gave her a goofy grin.

Elsa waved him out the door with a shooing motion and then, when she was sure she was alone, flopped back onto the sofa. She felt a warm wave wash over her, and she knew it wasn't relief, but happiness. She was so very, very happy for Anna. Her mind began to work, visualizing, planning … she could see the outline of the wedding, a royal wedding would do a lot for the Kingdom's morale and its economy, much like a coronation, only this time there would be no snow. She imagined Anna in her wedding dress. Anna would be beautiful, and the day would be all about her, another, as far as Elsa was concerned, improvement on her coronation.

She began to run through the appointments, appointments with decorators, dressmakers, stationers, florists, drapers, someone to make the cake … someone to guard the cake, so it wasn't crushed by flying statuary. And then out of the corner of her eye she saw a vision of little red haired children running up to her, perhaps one or two of sandy blond. In a rush the reality of what was happening struck her, and tears started running down her cheeks.

That is how Fitz found her several minutes later, a quietly sobbing, sodden mess.

"What's wrong?" she asked running over to the sofa and taking a knee. She had left Elsa with Kristoff, and by God if Kristoff had anything to do with Elsa crying … well, Anna would just have to make do with someone else who was still alive. "What did he say? What did he do? What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Elsa sniffed trying to wipe her cheeks dry with her fingers.

"Nothing?" Fitz didn't consider herself an expert on women, and she certainly wasn't an expert on Elsa, but she thought she knew what nothing looked like, and this wasn't it. "Oooookay."

"Nothing is wrong," Elsa repeated, and then her chin quivered, and the tears started again.

Fitz didn't know what to do. She settled for sitting down next to Elsa and giving her a damp shoulder to cry on. "If nothing's wrong ... um … why are you crying?" she asked.

"Kristoff is going to propose to Anna," said Elsa, her voice breaking just a little, muffled by her position tight against Fitz.

"Oh," Fitz replied slowly. This didn't make any sense at all. If Elsa didn't want Anna to marry Kristoff this was A) the first time she'd heard about it and B) well within her purview as Queen to simply refuse his request for her hand. In that case she would have expected to find Anna, or maybe Kristoff, crying … not Elsa. But still she had to ask, leaning over to whisper in her ear. "And this is good news, right?"

"Wonderful news," she sobbed.

Fitz continued rubbing Elsa's back, varying that comforting gesture with stroking her hair. "I'm sure it will be alright. He's a little rustic, but a great man, and Anna loves him. I promise I'll do my best to ..."

"Kristoff's perfect."

"Well, now that's a bit of an overstatement ..."

"You ... you don't understand," a frustrated edge crept into Elsa's tone, and she sat up pulling out of Fitz's embrace.

"About that you are absolutely spot on," Fitz replied evenly, bringing her face down even with Elsa's, pulling her chin over so they were looking into each other's eyes. This wasn't the first time she had heard that tone, and it generally meant their discussion wasn't going to end well. But this time she was determined the conversation go differently. "I don't understand at all. So why don't … why don't you tell me."

Elsa wasn't sure she could. These feelings didn't make sense to her all the time, and she wasn't sure she had the vocabulary to explain, but she tried. "It's wonderful … Anna's getting married to someone she loves, which wasn't at all a sure thing, not with royalty. And she can do this and stay here, which I never even dreamed of. She won't have to go far away, she'll have Kristoff … and they'll have children, here, little Annas and little Kristoffs running around this castle, playing and making messes, growing up. And … you're holding me, and I can touch you … you're right here."

"I am right here," Fitz repeated hugging her closer.

But Elsa pushed back. She grabbed Fitz's lapels and shook her, her eyes lighting with a flash of intensity Fitz had never seen before. "What you don't understand is ... I didn't think I could have any of this. Any of it. Any happiness." Elsa's voice caught, "Carolina, I am so happy … and I am so frightened."

Fitz nodded as she mulled this over, and pulled her close again, this time successfully. Feelings were like a foreign language. She was sure they made sense to someone, just not to her. But even if she couldn't comprehend Elsa's complicated mood, she tried to make up for it with comfort. She rocked Elsa gently as her tears slowed and then stopped. She held her close until she felt Elsa move to sit up. She watched her face as it went from overwrought to pensive, her stare turning distant.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Fitz asked at last. She really did want to understand what was going through Elsa's mind.

"This is my legacy," Elsa said her voice matching her detached look.

"What?"

Elsa shook her head and then chuckled darkly. "It's just a funny thing."

"Funny?" Fitz prompted.

"My father's legacy … we talked about it a lot, he and I. He intended it to be navigating Arendelle, with its monarchy intact, into this more democratic era that was wracking the continent … and to do it without violence. He was very smart to realize we couldn't avoid or suppress what was happening. It was something we agreed on. I shared his plans; I even offered suggestions."

A brief smile flashed across her face, and she looked at Fitz. "He wanted me to help determine what state the kingdom would be in when he left it to me. We talked about his father's plans, and his grandfather's plans and how they worked or didn't. But his heart was in the future, where he could see Arendelle going. He would have been a great King if he had lived longer. He was already good, but he would have been great. He was a thinker, and his plans were sound." Then her gaze shifted back to that distant place.

Fitz was learning to wait for Elsa to finish speaking when she was like this. It seemed to be a great effort for her to pull up memories from her past. It wasn't difficult to understand why; many of them would be painful even if the pain hadn't been caused intentionally. Interrupting the flow inevitably meant she would just stop talking. So as difficult as it was for Fitz to just sit there and watch her struggle, she tried to … at least when she remembered. Tonight she remembered.

"We never talked about my legacy." Elsa sighed and ran her fingers through her hair. "He didn't want to, I guess, and I wasn't going to say anything. We both knew I couldn't have plans, not important ones anyway. We were happy discussing his plans. He made sure I knew what was expected of me, that I had the tools to be Queen, but I don't think he wanted to get anyone's hopes up … least of all mine. And then …well, his plans were done with."

The Queen looked down at her hands studying her fingers as if the answer to all her questions lay there.

"So, when I was more or less forced to think about what sort of Queen I'd like to be, I thought I wanted my reign to be short, to turn the kingdom over to Anna as soon as she was ready, and to be remembered only as the slightly crazy Queen no one ever saw. This was, of course, much better than the alternative, being remembered as the very crazy witch who killed … well, it could have been almost anyone, or everyone for that matter, but probably my sister, which would have meant the end of me. My legacy would have been the end of the monarchy in Arendelle. I would be the last, and the most loathed monarch of this kingdom – a morbid fairy tale used to frighten children in the 21st century. So the best outcome I could think of was to leave no legacy, nothing to be remembered by, because the possibilities otherwise were so terrifying."

"But that's all changed," Fitz protested, unable to contain herself any longer. "You're not cloistered. You're not afraid. You and your sister … well, I don't know any two people closer. That isn't you anymore."

Elsa nodded, slowly."Well yes, thank the heavens it is changing. And sometimes I can even believe that the old me isn't real anymore, that she's gone for good. But she isn't gone, and she may never be. Right now she's still in my head, her voice warning me that everything can come crashing down, that I can't sustain this happiness. That it only takes a moment, and I'll do something wrong, something terrible, and everything I have will be taken from me."

"That won't happen. I won't let that happen. Please don't worry." Fitz countered, her expression adamant.

Elsa smiled and reached out, touching her cheek."This isn't something you can prevent … or fix. Only I can banish my fears, and that might prove impossible. But because of you I can do this." A cool hand ran down Fitz's jaw. "I can touch someone other than Anna, and after so long, that's … that's really something." Her eyes glistened again. "Today is another step away from that old life, and it's a big step. Anna will be married to someone she loves. And I'm sitting on a couch, in your arms, thinking about the future monarch of Arendelle taking his or her first steps in this castle. That's a real legacy." The last words were shaky, and Elsa tried to blink back the tears.

"Don't cry." Fitz pulled her close again, but it was clear that her words weren't having the intended effect."OK, cry … damn it."

Something about the helpless frustration that bubbled up in Carolina's voice struck Elsa as incredibly funny. Poor protective, valiant, earnest Fitz and her very concrete ideas about making things right. This had to be a terrible trial for her. "I don't take orders from you," Elsa said, her sniffles turning into an almost hysterical giggle.

Fitz snapped upright in surprise, and then she shook her head, growling, "Am I allowed to shake you?"

"No," Elsa said, a hint of a wicked grin flashing from where she had settled against Fitz, "But kissing is acceptable."

"Fine." Fitz kissed her on the nose and then the forehead. "We should go upstairs. I think you're done for the night."

"I am, but we can't …" Elsa sighed. She held out her hand. "Just give me your handkerchief."

Fitz had to shift and twist before she could reach inside her tailcoat and pull out the linen square. "You would think you'd just make something."

"Out of ice?" Elsa wiped the tears from her face and then turned to face Fitz. "How bad do I look?"

"You truly expect me to answer that question?" Fitz asked, incredulous. "You look beautiful because you always look beautiful. But you might want to make that handkerchief and put it on your eyes. You're a little puffy ... a beautiful puffy, though."

"Beautiful puffy," Elsa smirked, but she did use her hands as an impromptu ice pack to soothe her cheeks and eyelids.

Fitz made another attempt to stand. "Are you sure you don't want to retire? You'd be more comfortable in the bedroom. Warm bath? Comfortable clothing? Me?"

"It sounds lovely, but no, we really can't because..."

"Elsaaaa!" Anna sang hysterically, her voice echoing through the halls of the castle, and they could hear the door slamming behind her.

Elsa gave Fitz a knowing look. "Anna interruptus," they said at the same time, their heads nodding in unison.

Anna raced into the room, still yelling, "Elsa!"

Elsa pulled herself erect. "Anna, what is it?" She tried gamely to sound like it was actually a question.

"Kristoff … Kristoff ..." Anna flung herself down on the sofa and grabbed her sister. "Kristoff proposed. We're getting married!"

"That's wonderful."

"I'm getting married," Anna repeated breathlessly, her eyes widening.

"Yes."

"I'm ..." Now tears started running down Anna's cheeks, "I'm marrying Kristoff."

Elsa took one look into Anna's eyes, and she was crying again as well.

Fitz lost all track of the conversation. It seemed to be held in some tear-filled, sniffle-laden sister code that she was not privy to – a code punctuated by squeals of joy from Anna and lots of hugging. She watched them, both obviously over-joyed, and she allowed herself a short wistful moment. Anna would make a beautiful bride, there was no doubt about that. But Elsa ... Elsa would be heart-stopping. She held that picture for just a second before she filed it away with a sigh.

When she looked up Kristoff had come in the room looking stunned, as if he wasn't sure where he was anymore. She walked over to him and clapped him on the shoulder.

"Well done, sir, well done!"

"Yeah," he responded in a daze. "Yeah, that happened."

"It looks like it went well." Fitz gestured with her head at the two sisters.

"Yeah," he repeated, then he looked down at the sofa. "Are they planning the whole thing now?"

"No idea," Fitz shrugged. "But I suspect it will take more planning than either of them will sit still for in one night."

With that, Kristoff leaned down to her and whispered. "You'll stick with me, right?" he said.

"Absolutely."

"I'll have to dance … more than one dance."

"Yes, that you will."

"Everyone will be looking at me. I'll have to … eat properly, sit right, talk to all those people."

"Indeed. Although you'll be a Prince. I believe the only person you have to talk to is the Queen."

"That's great, I mean, OK, yeah. But I still better practice."

Fitz snapped her heels together, brought her right fist to her heart, and bowed. "I pledge to you my solemn vow that I shall do whatever it is you require to prepare you for your wedding." She smirked, "If it be meet and true."

"Uh ..." Kristoff chuckled, "I think I have all the "not meet" parts covered myself."

"Glad to hear it. Although I can always offer pointers."

Kristoff tried to hide his blush with a discreet cough and a quick examination of the wall paper. Fitz was chalking one up to her superior wit when out of the corner of her eye she saw Olaf scurry into the room.

"Hi!" he enthused generally, then he frowned and closed in on Elsa and Anna. "Why are you crying?"

"Kristoff proposed!" Anna clapped her hands and squealed, "We're getting MARRIED!"

"Wow, that's great!" He said, and then his voice dropped, "Or is it bad? You're crying? Sooo ..."

"It's good, it's good." Fitz interjected, sympathetic to the snowman's confusion.

"OK!" Olaf began bouncing up and down in the air, squealing happily. "Wow! That's great! Wonderful news! Congratulations!" He turned at looked back at Fitz.. "Wait, what's 'getting married'?"

Elsa opened her mouth to explain, and she was surprised when she was beaten to it by Fitz, who rarely spoke to Olaf directly, and never about anything potentially personal. "It means Kristoff and Anna will be husband and wife." Fitz knelt down to be at Olaf's height as she spoke, but her eyes were drawn to Elsa. The look in Elsa's eyes was ... it took a moment but then Fitz remembered to breathe and her heart started to beat again. "It's what two people do when they love each other and want to live together for the rest of their lives."

Olaf clapped his twiggy hands and hopped back and forth on his stubby legs. "Ohhh Anna, that's wonderful! Does that mean you'll be sleeping together all the time now, like Fitz and Elsa?"

The silence was broken as Anna burst out laughing so hard she slowly slid from the sofa to the floor clutching her stomach as she convulsed. Kristoff blushed. Fitz restrained herself from joining Anna, her whole body shaking, and Elsa buried her face in her left hand, wrapping herself up in her right for moral support.

Olaf skipped over to Kristoff and said, "Hey, Kristoff, I know you were raised by love experts and all that, but I've got this great book that Elsa gave me if you want to know how to make a baby!"

With that Fitz fell to the floor, joining Anna, and they howled like hyenas. She would undoubtedly pay for that later on, but it would be worth it. Some things were just worth freezing for.

A/N: Thanks to grrlgeek72 for beta-ing and the best line ever.

And fear not, just the chapter epilogue ... do chapters get epilogues?