"I still think Prince Hans would be good for you."

"Mother, I...I just...I don't know anymore."

The queen stared at her daughter, eyes full of concern.

"Sweetie, you're going to have to choose. We've already delayed introducing suitors at your insistence, but people are expecting you to choose. At the very least you've got to have some favorites among those introduced?"

"Not really..."

"It's been a week since Elsa visited and all you've done is sit in your room and mope all day. You've got three pages of suitors who have stayed in nearby estates just begging for your attention. There's a pile of letters asking for your presence, all of which you've either rejected promptly or left unanswered. Where's the girl that was jumping over walls just weeks ago at the thought of finding the perfect prince?"

Anna looked up at her mother, lying on her stomach in bed.

"Not here?"

"Anna..."

"I know, sorry. I've just...been thinking."

"That's not good..."

"MOTHER!"

The queen walked over and sat on the bed, placing a hand on Anna's back.

"I won't pressure you to choose, but the people are eager to know who their precious princess wants as consort."

Anna glared at her mother from the corner of her eye. Yeah...no pressure.

With a disappointed sigh, the queen got up and walked towards the door.

"You've got two and a half months until the season proper for courting is over. Please try to reach a decision by the end."

Once the door closed with a click, Anna turned onto her back and stared at the ceiling. She's got two and a half months to find the man who wrote the letters. Two and a half months to decide if she even wants to marry at all. Two and a half months to find out everything there is to know about Prince Hans...Dreamy Hans...so Hans-ome...

The thought of Hans and his beautiful eyes sent a giggle through her mouth as her lips curled into a smile.

It may be a rash decision. It may be a bad decision. After all, it was a decision made in the middle of the day by a princess known to make bad decisions as a result of the temporary delirium brought on by the realization of the pressure that was dumped upon her for the season. Nevertheless, the decision was made and the order was carried out an hour ago. Tomorrow, Hans will visit, and he will continue to visit daily. Anna had written him a letter, asking for his presence at her estate, so she may enjoy his company once more. Why? Because Anna knew the chance of actually finding her letter prince was pretty much zero, and the only suitor she enjoyed the company of so far was Hans. Therefore, why not?

Knock knock...

"Yes?"

"Anna, it's me, Elsa."

Anna snapped her eyes open. Elsa! What is she doing here?!

"Uh...hold on!" Anna shouted at the door as she slipped out of the bed, and unfortunately her clumsiness had come back despite her efforts to keep it at bay for the last few months. With a thud, she found her ankles tangled within the sheets, pillows now thrown about the bed and the floor, and a throbbing pain lingering about the back of her head.

"ANNA?!" Elsa screamed from beyond the door.

Even from her position on the floor, Anna could tell that Elsa was trying to get inside, her gloved hands now pounding on the door.

For me...

Anna allowed that thought to linger in her mind before she snapped back to reality. What?!

She's pounding the door, trying to get inside...for me.

Anna had no idea where that thought came from, but like the pain in her head, it wasn't going away. Shaking her head rigorously, she scrambled to get on her feet.

"I'm okay!" she shouted, hopefully calming the blonde. Unfortunately, her clumsiness has come back with vengeance. The moment the redhead took a step, the sheets under her feet slid across the floor, causing the princess to tumble face first towards the ground. Luckily, she was angled so that by the time she hit the ground, her forehead suffered most of the damage, rather than her nose. That would have left a very unpleasant mess and the last thing she needed was Elsa shouting bloody murder for help.

Elsa either didn't register Anna's shout earlier or had heard the second fall. Either way, the pounding on the door had become frantic.

She's worried...for me...

Shut up, brain...

Anna pulled herself together, palm cradling...or well...holding the injury on her forehead as she made her way to the door and opened it, causing a very anxious blonde to topple into the room and onto Anna, forcing the redhead onto the floor for the third time.

"ELSA! Get o-"

Before Anna could finish yelling at the blonde, her voice had trailed off the moment she saw her face. The bright blue eyes that had always watched her were now blurred by tears. The pale skin across her cheeks were brightened, almost as if someone slapped her hard on both sides.

"Elsa?"

Anna watched as the blonde held onto the back of her dress, crumbling it in a grip so tight the dress may as well tear under her fingers. The shoulders that Anna used to hold onto whenever Elsa gave her a piggy back ride as children were now shaking with sobs that echoed through the empty halls.

"Ah...Anna..." she sobbed.

She's crying...for me...

Seriously! Brain! Shut up!

Anna raised one hand and placed it on the back of Elsa's head, gently stroking her head through her now messy hair while her other hand made its way to her back, just between the shoulders.

"Shh...It's okay, Elsa. I'm okay..."

Anna let her hand that rested on Elsa's back begin to stroke her in circular motions, much like the way Elsa used to do for her when they were younger. It had always helped calm the redhead. There was no reason why it wouldn't calm the blonde.

After seemingly hours, which might have been no more than ten minutes, Elsa's sobs died down. The grip on Anna's dress was gone, with Elsa's hands now flat against the redhead's back. They've both shifted enough for Anna to sit up, now cradling Elsa in her arms as the blonde snuggled her face against Anna's neck. It was a comfortable position, though their roles were reversed as children. It was ironic how much they've changed.

"Elsa?" Anna looked down at the princess in her arms.

My princess...

...

...

...

Anna stared at Elsa. The thought was familiar. She had called Elsa her princess before, but it was more of a role she placed Elsa in as children, especially when they played. Anna was the knight, a stable boy would act as the evil master of the tower where the princess was locked away. Those were the fun times, before Anna was forced to learn the etiquette of a proper princess, and much before Anna accepted herself as the princess rather than the knight. It was strange, how she thought back to those memories now that Elsa was in her arms. She hadn't thought of those times in a while. Almost like a dark part of history people forget because they were told it wasn't worth remembering.

"Elsa, I'm okay...look at me." Anna lifted her hand from Elsa's back and cupped her cheek with it. Looking directly into Elsa's eyes, she said, "I'm okay. There's nothing to worry about."

As if she were touching something fragile, Elsa raised a gloved hand and traced the side of Anna's face before placing her thumb on her forehead. "Does it hurt?"

Anna tilted her head in confusion as Elsa sat up from her arms and held the redhead's face in her hands. "Your head. Does it hurt? It's red..."

Anna's brows came together, still confused before she realized what Elsa was talking about. She did hit her head earlier. It did hurt. It doesn't anymore.

"No...it doesn't hurt anymore," she said, trying to give Elsa the most sincere smile she could muster, mainly because she's still lying...sorta. Her forehead didn't hurt anymore, but the back of her head was still throbbing. Anna was more surprised she wasn't unconscious yet. She fell three times in a short period of time, suffering a head injury each and every time.

Of course, Elsa's stare tells her the blonde didn't believe her. "Elsa, I'm fine!" Anna insisted, placing her forehead against Elsa's. "It's no big deal. I mean, I am the girl who trips over air, right?"

That sent a giggle through both girls, though Elsa tried to cover hers behind her hands while Anna just let the laughter roll off her tongue. Still, Anna couldn't help but notice Elsa's eyes were still red, mainly from crying earlier.

She cried for me.

...

I never want her to cry again.

No shit.

I want to be her prince...

Yeah...wait WHAT?!

...

I...I can't! I can't be a prince! I mean, me? Clumsy old me? I mean, yeah, okay, I've wanted to be a knight since I was a kid, but prince? And besides, I gave up on those dreams a long time ago! I'm a princess! I live to...to...

To marry your prince charming and ride off into the sunset.

Yeah...that's be nice...

Yup, till you start popping out babies once a year.

Shut up.

Anna stared blankly into space, and it was only a snap in front of her face that brought her back to reality.

"Anna?"

"I'm okay!" the redhead shouted as she scrambled to her feet, about to walk out only to realize Elsa was still on the ground behind her.

"Anna...did you really need to shout?" Elsa was now covering her ears with her hands, as if still trying to recover from a shock.

"Sorry...Anyways, did you need something?"

"Actually, I just came to check up on you. Your mother said you refused to go outside?"

"I..."

"Is this about the guy that wrote you those letters?"

Anna felt her face heat up almost immediately. "L-letters guy? N-No way!I-I h-have no idea w-what you're talking about!"

"Anna?"

"Fine. Yes, it's the letters guy. I just...really need to know who wrote them!"

Anna watched as Elsa got up, but as much as she wanted to ask Elsa to help her look, she couldn't bring herself to look the blonde in the eye.

"A-Anna, I um...I"

"It's okay, Elsa. I know you don't know who wrote them...I just...can't get the letters out of my head..."

Anna flinched as she felt a cool hand rest against her cheeks. It was comforting. Slowly, she lifted her face to look at Elsa.

"Anna...I do know who wrote them...but I can assure you it wasn't a prince."

"What do you mean, not a prince? I mean, who else can have such beautiful handwriting? And..."

Wait...She knows?

"What do you mean you know who wrote them? You said it yourself that you didn't know!" Anna was now glaring at the blonde, unable to see the guilt in those blue eyes.

"I said, and I quote, 'I don't know which prince wrote them.'"

Anna was still glaring. "Why are you emphasizing the word prince?" she demanded.

"Because, Anna...I wrote them."

Elsa. Letters. Wrote...wait what?!

"What do you mean you wrote them?"

"Anna, I wrote those letters. The first was an apology, for leaving suddenly when I first came to visit. The second was to let you know that I'm going to be nearby for a while..."

Anna felt her face burn.

Elsa wrote those letters...Elsa...for me...

Anna felt embarrassed. How could I have thought those letters had anything romantic in them?! Thinking back on it, the letters never actually said anything related to romance nor did it say anything regarding courtship.

"So...you...w-wrote..."

"Yes."

"I'm sorry."

"What for?"

"I thought those letters were...romantic in nature...I don't...I didn't know you wrote them..."

Anna waited for Elsa to scold her again for jumping to conclusions. However, the blonde remained silent. Both princesses were now staring at the floor.

"Why didn't you sign them?" Anna asked, lifting her head to look at Elsa.

"B-Because...I...I assumed you'd recognize my handwriting. I know it's been a while since my last letter but..."

Of course, Anna never thought about it. The handwriting should've been familiar. But it wasn't. It was too structured. Too perfect. Too...royal...

Just like Elsa.

"Sorry. I shouldn't have assumed you'd recognize my writing..."

"No...I'm sorry. I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions..."

The two remained in silence for a little longer, not sure what to say anymore. Anna could see that Elsa's face was flushed, but surely it was because of her mistake. Anna's own face was flushed and it was from embarrassment. The misunderstanding between them only served to make the awkward atmosphere heavier. It was...weird.

"Princess Anna, Princess Elsa..."

Both girls turned immediately towards the maid that now stood outside the doors.

"Y-yes?" Anna asked, hoping the maid wouldn't ask too many questions.

"The queen has requested your presence at the dining hall for lunch, Your Highnesses," the maid said with a curtsy.

"Of course. We'll be right there," Elsa replied, with a tone that could only remind Anna of their status as royalty.

Knights...Hah! I'll never be a knight. I'll never be anything more than royalty...

Anna thought back to her tutors. They had done such a thorough job with her that she'd forgotten her childhood dream. It was time to leave those foolish ideas behind and play her role in the world.

"We'll be right there," Anna said before the maid curtsied again and left. She turned to look at Elsa, then down at her hand. She wanted to hold them, like when they were kids. But...was it proper?

Before she could think too deeply into it, Elsa took her hand in hers and began to pull them towards the dining hall.

"Let's go. I'm sure you're hungry," the blonde said, not looking back at the redhead as she pulled them along.

"Yeah..." Anna replied, her voice now soft to the point where she wasn't sure if the blonde could even hear her. However, her eyes continued to gaze at the back of Elsa's head. Her hair was still messy, but even so it looked fabulous as always. It gave her an aura of strength, if that made any sense at all. For a moment, the blonde looked more like a prince than a princess.

I don't care if I can't be a knight. If Elsa's the prince, I don't mind being a princess forever...

Anna let the thought flow, ignoring the little screaming voice in her head that said it was all wrong. After all, they were friends, and there's nothing wrong with looking up to a friend. Yes, that's all they are. Friends.

A/N: So apparently author's notes are supposed to be at the bottom? (did not know that)

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I know I don't actually talk to you readers but I'm sure you're all dying for the Elsanna ship to develop into something more solid. Even I'm starting to get annoyed with the storyline cuz it's sooooooo slow. To be honest, I had a whole plan for this story, where Anna gets the letters, believe they're from Hans, break Elsa's heart, etc etc. But, as you can see, that script just went out the window. Therefore, I'm going to be winging the rest of the story, if you haven't noticed already. I know some of you may be wondering where Hans and Kristoff comes into the story, cuz so far, Hans has been backdrop and Kristoff is nowhere to be seen. It's okay, boys. You'll get your turn. Just...not yet. And don't worry. I won't focus too much on Hans or Kristoff (sorry boys), because despite the angst they bring, Elsa is more important and we all know it.

As for those of you who left a review, thank you soooo much! They really make me feel a little more loved and they're one of the main reasons I'm doing my best to make this story good (I'm not a good writer unfortunately. I like math, not English. Sue me.) So, yeah, keep the reviews coming cuz I do read each and every one of them, sometimes even twice :D