"Good Morning," Fitz sang out as she sauntered into the dining room. She leaned over and kissed Anna on the cheek. "How is our blushing bride to be this morning."

"Fwihne," Anna managed around a mouthful of waffle. She swallowed and took a good look at Fitz, who was looking really not hung-over. "Wow, you look a lot better than Kristoff this morning."

"I always look a lot better than Kristoff." Fitz chuckled at her own joke and pulled up her chair. "Those waffles look good," she said gesturing to Anna's plate as she addressed the waiting footman. "Might I have a couple of stacks, my good man. I'm feeling more than a little ravenous this morning."

"Of course, madam," the footman left shaking his head and went to speak to the cook.

"Ah yes, lovely day isn't it?" Fitz tucked her napkin into her shirtfront in anticipation of the waffles. "Perfectly splendid weather."

"Wow," Anna repeated. "What did you do? Sink the whole Weselton fleet? Win all of the Southern Isles in cards? You didn't even notice the footman called you 'madam.'"

"I noticed, I just chose to exhibit a generous nature," Fitz answered.

This was so not Fitz. "OK, what's wrong?"

"Nothing is wrong. I am just happy … happy …" Fitz's smile threatened to burst the boundaries of her face. "Happy for you my dear. Happy for your marriage to that wonderful, wonderful man."

"Oh," Anna said, nose wrinkling as she wondered when Fitz had developed this sudden effusive affection for Kristoff. Not that it was necessarily a bad thing. "Oh, OK. Thanks."

Elsa had finished her early morning meeting and was on her way to breakfast. Not that she had paid much attention to the Minister of Roads and Transportation. For one, the number of Arendelle's roads could be counted on her hands and really didn't need her attention. But also she was preoccupied with what she was going to do about Fitz — and Kristoff — and how she intended to make Fitz tell Kristoff that it had all been a night of drunken bragging. Of course Fitz wouldn't like it, and it was making her lie. Then Elsa shook her head. No, she was the Queen. Queens could make people lie. Especially about this.

Elsa was sufficiently engrossed in this line of thought that she wasn't really looking where she was going, and as she turned the corner to the dining room where she was sure she would find Fitz, she ran into something large. Something large, and firm, and a little odoriferous — and very Kristoff-like — that said:

"Hi."

"Hi," Elsa answered jumping back a bit and looking up.

They stared at each other.

"Hi," Kristoff stammered again.

"You said that already," Elsa said slowly, wondering why her eyes were refusing to obey her command to leave Kristoff's reddening face.

"Yes. Yes, I did." He let out a long breath, and gestured down the hall to where a footman stood waiting to open the door. "After you, Your Majesty."

Elsa took half a step and then turned. Kristoff almost knocked her over. She righted herself and pinned a smile on her face. Then she placed her hand carefully in the middle of his chest and steered him back around the corner away from any possible prying ears.

"Kristoff," she said starting twice to get her voice in the proper register. "Please, we know each other much too well for you to not to call me …" Her voice drifted to a halt as she saw the flush on Kristoff's face rise and start to turn purple.

Kristoff looked suddenly at a ceiling tile.

Elsa examined the carpet.

Kristoff scratched the back of his head.

Elsa bit her lip.

Then, at the same time, they said:

"I am sorry —

I can't believe —

It wasn't my idea

— that she would actually tell you —

I didn't know she would actually —

Really, it almost sounds like Anna's idea —

It was Anna's idea, I mean I wouldn't —

Let's just agree not to speak of this again. Ever."

Kristoff nodded eagerly. "Done. No problem … um, Elsa."

"Good. Good." Elsa smiled tightly. "Kristoff."

Then Kristoff gestured again down the hall, and Elsa, taking a deep breath, preceded him, head held high, as one should to either one's coronation or to an execution. She was sure that both Fitz and Anna were at breakfast by now.

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A/N Yes, this is really short. Yes, however, I do have other ideas, so with any luck (and the insistent prodding of my wonderful, loving beta grrlgeek72) I shall write more and let Fitz out of her fanfic purgatory.