Chapter 3, just cuz I couldnt help myself! Yall are amazing! I've read so many sweet comments on this story!

I just want to thank all of you! This story wouldn't even have a third chapter if it weren't for you! This was originally going to be a one-shot, but with all of the requests for a second chapter, I wrote one. And now, a third!

Chapter 4 will hopefully be up in a couple of days! I have a lot of long shifts at work coming up this week, as well as school, so it may be later than I hope.

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Anna wallowed in her self-pity for a few hours more before she drifted off to sleep in her chambers midafternoon. She dreamt of another adventure in the mountains with her mountain man and his reindeer, and when she awoke, she was somewhat happier.

She ate an apple and drank some water after her nap. Olaf had dropped by when she was sleeping, leaving a bouquet of freshly picked wildflowers as a token of his affection for her. She inhaled the sweet scent of the daisies as she rested against the pillows. Oh, how she missed the outdoors!

As the afternoon went on, the irritation and anger began to creep back up on the princess like the way a snake slithers along the earth. Kristoff should've been back by now, she thought when she heard the six o'clock bells ringing out from the cathedral. She decided to stay calm and not assume the worse. Sometimes, he would go and visit his family or stay a little longer in town doing business before returning to the castle. Just like the day before, when he'd gone for a brief visit to see his family. There was nothing to get her panties in a wad over.

But the more Anna tried to surpress it, the worse it got. She was worried, and she was angry; she wanted to run out and find her husband and make sure he was okay, but she also wanted to wring his neck for making her so upset. Anna could feel her emotions swirling inside of her like a hurricane. She couldn't calm down. She itched to be free—to run, to dance, to live her life again.

Closer to seven, Anna asked Mary to wheel her around the palace because she hadn't seen the Portrait Room - her favorite besides the ballroom - in what felt like a million years. Mary obliged. As they moseyed down the hall, Anna greeted servants and maids with a tight smile. Her usual cheer was gone. Many of them noticed it but didn't remark upon the situation. They knew that the princess had an inconsolable spirit and temper, and they didn't want to do anything to hurt her feelings.

The princess's fingers fidgeted inconsolably in her lap as Mary turned her down another hall. Her anxiety was getting the best of her. Where is he?

Finally, just as they were reaching the grand front doors to the castle, she saw a familiar figure rushing towards her from the doors. His hair was filled with snow; his cheeks were rosy from the chill of the mountain air. "Anna!"

"Kristoff!" Before Mary could even object, the princess pushed her heavy body up out of the wheelchair with a sudden burst of adrenaline. She stumbled from the lack of use of her legs, but warm, strong arms were there to catch her. She glanced up into his caramel brown eyes—and she saw pure fear and anguish. She touched his icy cheek. "Kristoff, what's wrong?"

"My men," he said, his voice rough. "They were harvesting some ice they had found left behind on a lake when they were ambushed. They were beaten, robbed, and left to die. I just got word of it."

Anna's heart broke for her husband. All of the men on Kristoff's team were good friends of his, and he trusted them with his life—as they did with him. She clutched the thick sleeves of her husband's coat. "What are you gonna do?"

"I'm going to go after them, of course!"

Anna nodded. "Yes. Of course. I'll call up a group of men to go with you and—"

He shook his head fiercely, snow flying everywhere. "No."

"Excuse me?"

"No. I can do this alone, Anna."

Anna retorted, "Well you can't go up there on your own! You'll freeze to death, or worse!" Her body trembled slightly, just thinking of all the horrid things that could happen to Kristoff if those robbers got their nasty hands on him.

"I'll take Sven and the sleigh and one of the guards," Kristoff said stubbornly—really, he only said this to calm down his wife. "If a huge group of men are seen trekking up the mountainside, and the culprits are still out there, the same thing could happen to us."

Anna opened her mouth to once again protest, but her husband cut her off by planting his lips over hers. She melted as he kissed her hard - harder than he'd ever kissed her. She could feel his desperation and his pleading in the kiss. His arms were taut around her middle as he pulled away, resting his forehead against hers. She felt like a melted popsicle in the summertime from the look he gave her. Whatever she said wouldn't affect him. He'd made up his mind.

"I'll be back in three days or less. They're deep in the Southern Mountains from what I've found out." He whispered hoarsely. He caressed her pale cheeks and her red-gold hair like it was the last time he'd be able to. Anna quivered. "Don't do anything stupid, Anna. Be safe. Protect yourself and our baby, okay?"

She nodded, though anger rose up in her when he said for her not to "do anything stupid". Did everyone really have to treat her like an obnoxious child?

He kissed her again—a light peck on the lips this time. His voice made her shiver. "I love you."

The princess tried hard to smile. But her hormones were getting the best of her and she felt like she was going to cry. "I love you, too. Be careful, please. For me."

And with that, he let go of her and was gone. Anna teetered on her feet; Mary was there to catch her with the wheelchair. "Oh, dearie! We must get you back to your room at once! You're whiter than a ghost!"

For once, the princess didn't protest. What little bit of energy she'd gain from her nap had been sapped and she felt as if the world were spinning. Before she even made it back to her room, she had been taken by her dreams into a much sweeter world than reality.

When Elsa arrived at the meeting, everyone was already there waiting for her. They stood around talking and discussing important matters until the queen was announced and the room hushed like the eye of a hurricane.

The men bowed and the women curtsied as she made her way to her throne. She dipped her head in respect to each one, even smiling at a few. As soon as she was seated, the meeting began.

And so it droned on for two hours. There were many arguments and few agreements to balance it all out. By the end, Elsa felt as if she were going to throw up. Her stomach hurt due to her lack of breakfast and the news she'd received from the Prime Minister.

Less than a week. The prince that she was supposed to court - or he was supposed to court her - was to be there in less than a week! She had no time to prepare herself. The last time she'd ever let a man in the castle walls—besides her brother-in-law who was as harmless as a fly—everything had been turned upside down . . .

Thinking of him hurt. It felt as if someone had impaled her with one of her own icicles. The air was too thin as she returned to her chambers to do much-needed paperwork. All the while, as she locked the door and ordered the servants away to do other chores, she shook uncontrollably. She settled herself at her desk and picked up the fountain pen to begin on a pile of documents that had been sitting there for days, but she couldn't do anything besides picture his handsome face. He had betrayed her. Utterly and completely betrayed her.

And yet, a part of her—a deep down, teeny tiny part of Elsa—still loved him.

She recalled the summers before she'd locked herself away in her room from any and everyone. The Southern Isles' clan would always visit to talk about trade and the like, and being that Hans was her age, she would play with him the most. Usually, his older brothers would either stay behind or be involved in the meetings.

At such a young age, she never really felt anything for him besides friendship. But after her parents shut the gates, she held onto that blossoming friendship like it was her lifeline. They wrote each other back and forth for many years in secret. It was one of the few joys of Elsa's life growing up. Over time, they ended up falling in love.

Or so she thought.

For months, she believed that he loved her. She believed it so much and held onto the hope that when they saw each other again when she turned twenty-one, he would ask to court her. She practiced controlling her powers everyday so that when the time came, she wouldn't harm him. In the letters she received leading up to her coronation, he always signed: Love, Hans.

Her coronation came. She was terrified that she would hurt someone, that her magic would be revealed, and that she would be shunned for all eternity. But a small part of her smiled because she knew that Hans would be there, in person, for the first time in forever.

She didn't get to see him until the celebration afterwards. Being the new queen, she stood stationed by her throne, and chatted with those who approached her. She never left her spot. However, towards the end of the evening, she had began to roam about in the crowd, feeling her anxiety subside— but that was when she heard Anna calling her name.

Her younger sister, rosy and grinning, pulled a handsome man up beside her in front of the queen and announce that they wanted her blessing for their sudden engagement.

Of course, Elsa was going to refuse anyway, but when Anna said his name, her heart shattered inside. He didn't even look at her like they'd been friends for over a decade. Hans only had eyes for Anna. Beautiful, fiery, spirited Anna whom everyone loved more.

Heartbroken, Elsa refused the marriage. She shut herself off from feeling what she had felt for him. And what ensued afterwards, many already know.

When Elsa was locked away in the dungeon, Hans came to visit her. He sat down next to her and begged for her to stop the eternal winter. "I can't," she had said desperately, trying not to cry. She looked into his beautiful eyes, so warm, so sweet, and felt like she had been punched in the gut. All of those years of friendship and love had been thrown away in less than forty-eight hours.

"When did you stop loving me?" she'd blurted without abandon.

Hans had stuttered out, "I-I never stopped loving you, Elsa. I just . . . I guess I just fell in love with someone else." Then he'd settled his hand on her arm and said, "I'll do what I can to get you out of here, okay?" He kissed her forehead. Before she could react, he disappeared.

Elsa, back in reality, shut her eyes as she remembered the maniac glint in Hans' usually kind eyes when he'd raised the sword to end her after telling her that her sister was dead. How had she ever loved such a monster? How had she fallen for his put-on charm? She was such a fool! All of those years, he'd been playing her!

Biting her lip, Elsa let her head fall into her hands. "This prince isn't Hans. You can do this. It's for the good of the kingdom."

But the ice queen knew that she could never let herself love another the way she had loved Hans. She'd locked away that part of her soul a long time ago.