The same two guards came an hour after sunrise to serve breakfast to the prisoners. The meal consisted of just bread and water this time, much to Anna's disappointment. Not that she had been expecting a cheese and fruit platter or anything. But she could hope, couldn't she?

Without comment, Hans took a tray to his cot and began eating. Anna narrowed her eyes at him as she knelt on the floor to eat. She didn't want to get crumbs in her cot lest they should attract spiders or other critters.

Seconds ticked away in silence. Anna become overly conscious of the sounds of her swallowing water or chewing. Hans never lifted his eyes from his food. It was starting to bother her. Why was he giving her the silent treatment? Was he annoyed that she had overheard him humming at night?

It's not my fault he forgot he had a cellmate! she thought. She nibbled on her bread and sneered. Before she could stop herself, she said, "You must be tired."

That made him glance down at her in confusion. Good. Except she hadn't meant to actually say anything about his twilight serenade.

"I mean... that musical number last night," she continued. She stopped to clear her throat when a couple of crumbs got stuck in the back of her mouth. She gulped down some water to wash them down. Hans looked at her like she had sprouted an extra nose on her face. "The humming?"

"It seems you're the one who didn't get enough rest," he replied, raising an eyebrow. "I have no idea what you're talking about. And I slept well enough, thank you."

Anna snorted, eyeing him doubtfully. "If you say so," she shrugged. She cast her gaze down and started picking apart the last bit of her bread. "Have any peculiar dreams then?"

"Now, Anna..." Hans said. The playful lilt in his voice made her look up again. "That may be a sensitive question." One corner of his mouth lifted just enough to make Anna almost choke on her food. She knocked her fist against her chest and coughed until she could swallow down the correct pipe, glaring at him the entire time. She knew full well he hadn't dreamt about her.

She also knew better than to care about what Hans dreamt of... at least, she'd thought she knew better.

Not liking how easily he could rile her up, Anna avoided prodding any further about his odd behavior from the previous night. When she finished her food, she went back to her cot. The guards came some time later to collect the trays. Then they left. The cell was once again silent.

Anna was not sure how much time passed before she couldn't stand the boredom. At first she'd thought of her sister and how hard Elsa would be trying to find her right about now. She started to think of Kristoff, but she didn't like the sensation at the pit of her stomach when his face came to mind. There had been a brief moment in which she and Olaf supposed Kristoff might be her true love. But as time went on, Anna became convinced that "true love" was not quite what she originally thought it was.

"Can we play a game?" she asked, desperate to get out of her own head for a while.

Hans groaned. "Not the drawing game again."

"No," Anna assured him even though she took offense to that.

"Then what?"

"Um..." She searched around her cot. Then her eyes went to the floor where she had sat for her meal moments before. She returned to her sitting spot, crouching low as she continued her search.

"What are you—" Hans started to ask, disrupted by a victorious shout from Anna.

"Aha!" Using her index finger and thumb, Anna plucked something off of the floor. It was a single crumb of bread.

"Is this a game you can only play after getting food on the floor?" Hans asked, his mouth a straight line.

"Oh, shush and come here!" she chided him. "I didn't have anything else small enough."

Hans looked at her warily from his cot.

"Come on!"

As Hans moved to join her, Anna put her hands behind her back. There she balled her fists and covered the bread crumb in her left hand. Once Hans was seated in front of her, she slowly drew out both of her fists and held them in front of him. A few seconds passed in which he just glanced up and down between her hands and her face. He did nothing.

"You've never played this before?!" she asked, realizing. "Fine, guess. Which hand is the crumb in?"

"Left," he answered with a bored tilt of his head.

Anna scowled as she opened her left fist to show him he had guessed correctly. She quickly pulled her hands behind her back, wiggling her elbows to make a great show as if she were passing the crumb back and forth in her hands. She chose left once more and again held out her fists for him to guess.

"Left."

"Argh!" She opened her hand with the crumb and squinted at him. "Are you cheating?!"

Hans actually looked somewhat offended by the accusation. "I don't need to. It's fifty-fifty, just too easy. Here." He plucked the crumb out of her palm and put his own hands behind his back.

Anna tried to recall the last time she had played the game. Had it been on the fjord with her father? She used to play with Elsa, of course, but not once Elsa became distant. Growing up had been so hard without her; the hardest part was not knowing what she had done to upset Elsa. In those early days, her parents had tried especially hard to make up for the void of the lost playmate. Her mother would play dolls with her; her father would initiate catch or guessing games. But neither one could make up for the loss of her older sister.

"Are you going to guess or are you going to sit there staring at my neck all day?"

Anna's eyes snapped up to Hans's face. She had not realized she'd drifted into her own thoughts again. "Sorry! Hmm..." She glanced down at his fists closed in front of her. With a slightly larger object, like a coin or ring, one could sometimes tell by the way the hand was held. But with a bread crumb, the odds really were even. "Right?"

Hans laid out his right hand, showing it to be empty. "Well, I had hoped to demonstrate just how easy a game it was, but... I guess you're just no good at guessing."

Anna crossed her arms. "At least I suggested a way to pass the time."

"Oh?" he smiled. "Why didn't you just ask me to suggest something?"

She frowned. "What do you suggest?"

Hans flipped his palm over, dropping the bread crumb to the floor. "Hold your arm out."

"Huh?"

"You like guessing games, right? Now... wait, take the cloak off. Then hold out your arm."

She did as he said, thinking, What kind of guessing game is this? She figured by now that Hans really meant it when he said he had nothing to gain here by harming her. He had even saved her several times. So what was with the fluttering in her stomach?

Anna folded her cloak upon her lap to keep it off the dirty floor. Then she slowly stretched her arm out toward Hans. She started a little when he took hold of her forearm and turned it over so that her wrist faced up.

"What's this?" she asked.

"Here." Hans's other hand touched what Anna unpoetically thought of as her elbow pit. "Close your eyes and tell me when I reach that spot."

Anna's lips quirked into a confused smile. "Isn't that too easy?"

Hans grinned. "If it's so easy, close your eyes and do it."

Anna raised her eyebrow. She had never done this before. It didn't feel like much of a game, but she closed her eyes.

"No peeking," she heard him warn her.

"I'm not!"

"Good."

Hans continued to hold Anna's arm in his one hand—to hold it steady, she supposed. His fingers started at the tips of her own, lightly drawing an invisible line to her palm. Then they crossed her palm up to her wrist where she noticed her skin started feeling peculiar. If Hans hadn't been holding her arm still, she might have twitched. It didn't tickle exactly; it was more like a pleasant burning.

Wait, what?

Anna mentally waved away any thoughts about what effect Hans's touch may have had on her. Instead she focused on that part of her elbow she was supposed to be alert to. But as his fingertips traveled up her inner arm, Anna found it next to impossible to focus. Now it did tickle. Her arm even twitched a bit in his hold. She thought she heard him exhale, but she suspected he was trying to stifle a laugh.

Up and up his fingers moved... until they felt about an inch away from their destination. Anna started a countdown in her head.

Five...

She wondered if he was smiling.

Four...

Why did he have to suggest this stupid game?

Three...

Her heart felt like it was going to leap out of her.

Two...

His fingers were getting so close. She bit her lip to keep from shouting out too soon. Just another second and she'd win.

"There!" she yelped, her eyelids popping open. She found Hans with the usual smug smile on his face. When she looked down, she immediately saw why. She thought she had been a second too soon, but his fingers had actually passed the bend of her elbow. "What...?!"

"I wondered for a second just how far you were going to let me go!" Hans teased.

Anna blushed. "Be quiet! That was a stupid game!"

"More stupid than playing with a crumb of bread?" he asked, his smile even wider now.

"Yeah, yeah," she said with a roll of her eyes. "I'm tired of games anyway."

"Tired of playing, or tired of losing?"

She ignored that. "Why don't we talk to pass the time?"

"What is there to talk about?"

God, he was hopeless. Anna thought back to Elsa's coronation night and how easy her interactions with Hans had been. He had not exactly been himself, but was it so difficult for him to talk to someone?

"Well... you could tell me about your other brothers," she suggested with a shrug. She found herself genuinely curious.

"I'll pass, thanks," he countered.

Anna had been about to make a teasing response, but she stopped herself when she saw Hans's face. He wasn't looking at her. He was looking toward one of the cell windows, his smile gone now and his green eyes glazed over in retrospect. She wondered what it was he thought about and why it hurt him so.

"I'll just talk about Elsa then," she said softly.

Hans said nothing, so she continued.

"I know you know all about her...powers and everything, but she was pretty amazing before all of that," Anna began. "When we were kids, she used to ice skate on the fjord in winter and drag me along on a sled. It was the best thing ever!" She grinned at the thought of Kai and Gerda yelling at them from the docks. Of course she knew now it had all been pretty dangerous. But she trusted Elsa now as much as she did back then. "And do you know she can speak five languages. Five! Of course, she kind of has to know more than one, being the queen and all..."

"So I guess you're just another spare like me, hm?"

Anna's brow wrinkled as she looked at Hans, trying to process his remark. What made it painful was that she had had the very same thought before.

"It's true I wasn't born to be the queen... and where Elsa is graceful, smart and elegant, I'm goofy, clueless and clumsy."

"At least you admit it."

Anna pushed on, ignoring his interruption. "But you know what? I believe every person is born with strengths as well as weaknesses. Elsa was afraid of her powers, so she hid herself away... and even though I was really hurt, I didn't give up on her."

She had expected another snide comment from him, but Hans just listened.

"I may not know five languages... I may not know how to skate. I may not have magical powers. But I've got courage and heart. And I believe that one day, I'll find my own... thing. My own gifts."

She kept waiting for him to laugh at her, but he never did. He looked off to the side, considering. Maybe he was thinking of something clever to say.

"You too," Anna found herself saying. Hans looked at her again. "You're more than just a spare."

Although Hans said nothing, Anna thought his eyes softened.

Olaf paced between the flowerbeds. Normally he would stop to smell the purples and the yellows—he knew them by color only at this point—but something had been troubling him since the interruption in Elsa's study the night before.

"Now you want to dig about this much into the soil to feel how dry it is. If it feels dry, water until the dampness covers about this much..." Sofia instructed, kneeling with Gyda in front of some reds and whites. She let Gyda use the tiny shovel called a 'trowel' to practice.

Olaf tried to listen so he too could help; after all, he had been the one to volunteer his and Gyda's assistance. He hoped Gyda hadn't minded, but he had wanted to introduce her to his new friend, Sofia. They seemed to be getting along just fine.

"That's enough, that's good! You don't want to dig too deep!" Sofia warned.

Olaf glanced at the other two. His eyes rested on Gyda in particular. He felt there was something he ought to remember. But for the life of him, he could not figure out what. What a strange sensation being serious was! He'd had so much practice over the last few days. Olaf had decided pretty quickly that having fun was preferable. But there was a time and place for fun. There had not been much time or place for fun since the mysterious ice-wielding woman's attack on the castle.

"What's the matter, Olaf?" Sofia asked. Gyda also looked up inquisitively from her digging.

"It's just..." he hesitated. "Elsa was so worried about meeting those noble people. I wish we could have gone."

"Well, we're not nobles, little guy."

"No, but we're important too in our own way as Elsa's friends," Olaf said.

"The queen's...friends?" Sofia asked.

Olaf nodded as he looked back toward the castle and wondered how Elsa was faring at her meeting.

A/N: Sorry for the delay! I also apologize that not much happened in this chapter. It was very focused on interaction. :)

Any ideas for what it is Olaf was forgetting?