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To the Guest (I hope you're one and the same): Your reviews were quite funny. Haha I'm glad you're enjoying the story.

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Eventually, Anna's laughter dies down and she leads us towards the center of the yard. After she places her plate down on the fountain and hops onto the flat surface to take a seat, I follow suit. Amazingly, the music still reaches our ears.

We sit in another round of silence. From the corner of my eye, I see Anna reaching out for something. Once I feel warmth on my hand, I realize she was reaching out for me.

"El?" I face her; she smiles apologetically, the twinkle in her eyes betrays her purpose though. "I'm sorry… for laughing."

Are you really? I smirk at my line of thoughts.

"Of course, Milady. Now that I think about it, I find it quite funny myself. I guess there's always a first for everything." Gently, I take hold of her hand and place a tender kiss on the back of it. "As a matter of fact, I must thank you for it. So, Milady, thank you." I wink at her; she blushes violently.

"Uh, right, well… uhm, yes, of course! It was an honor!" She curtsies, the blush on her cheeks still as vibrant as ever. "But, uh, what are you thanking me for… exactly?" she asks meekly after a few seconds.

I chuckle to myself since I've never seen someone go redder than a tomato before. "That's for me to know and for you to find out, Anna."

In a flash, her blush diminishes and her lips protrude into a pout. "Don't be like that, El!" she whines.

I grin. "But where's the fun in that?"

She huffs and jumps up from her seat. Her arms cross on her chest as she sticks her nose out. "Fine! Be that way."

I stare at her, quite flabbergasted, for a minute before my surprise turns to amusement. A snicker escapes me as it escalates into laughter. I stand in front of her; but she twists the other way. "Oh, come on, Anna; don't be that way."

She frowns mockingly as she turns around when I tried to make eye contact with her. She harrumphs; I sigh, shoulders slumping upon realizing that she might have been offended. Not a moment too soon, I perk up as a familiar tune echoes in the night.

I take a deep breath, feeling a bit nervous as to what I'm about to do. It's okay. I can do this. Just to see those gorgeous eyes again. A small intake of breath before I sang, "Every breath you take," I see her stiffen slightly,"—with every move you make. Every bond you break; every step you take, I'll be watching you."

She visibly sags and tries to discreetly turn her head sideways. "Don't you think that would be a bit creepy?" she questions haughtily, her lips jutting out to the side.

I ignore her and lean into her back. I whisper out in a tune, "Every single day; every word you say—" I poke her side to get her attention. She bats my hands away but I can see the side of her lips twitching. "—every game you play; every night you stay, I'll be watching you."

"Oh, can't you see? You belong to me—" I twirl to be in front of her and see that she's smiling. Grinning like crazy, I poke her cheeks to get her to open up her eyes. She does; I wink at her before dramatically placing a hand over my chest, "—oh how my poor heart aches! With every step you take…"

Now, she's full blown beaming. She backs away from me playfully; I follow her movements. "Every move you make; every vow you break," she smirks sexily; I almost falter in both my singing and movement. "Every smile you fake; every claim you stake, I'll be watching you."

"Should I be worried of a possible stalker?" She teases as she grasps my hand into hers. She pulls me into her body then starts to do the Cha-cha-cha.

"Since you've gone, I've been lost without a trace. I dream at night; I can only see your face…" Biting my lip, I confidently—not really—invade her personal space. Her eyes search my face. I pretend to search for something just to escape her intense gaze. "I look around but it's you I can't replace. I feel so cold and I long for your embrace—" She embraces me and I had to swallow hard. I plop graciously down on one knee and sing, "—I keep crying baby, baby, please!"

She laughs before she pulls me to my feet and, once again, starts dancing. We twirl then sway then do random steps and go through it all over again, steps in synch with the upbeat music. But then, Anna loses her footing and we went crashing to the ground. Before we'd hit the ground though, I flipped us over.

I grunt in pain as my breath rushes out of me.

"Oh gosh! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to! God! Me and my clumsiness!" I stare at her in amusement as she rambles on, complete with wild hand gestures and still lying on top of me. "—and then I came crashing down into the arms of the armor. I mean, how crazy is that?! Sure, I shouldn't have ridden my bike down the stairs and—"

That catches my attention. "Wait, you rode a bike down the stairs and got caught by an armor's arm?" My incredulousness is clear in my voice.

She nods resolutely. "Yes! Now, pay attention!" I stifle my laughter as she continues telling her tale animatedly. "And then Kai got me off of it but not before berating me about the correct way of behavi—"

I cut her off by asking, "Why were you riding a bike down the staircase anyway?"

She freezes in a mere second, her mouth open as she stops midsentence. She glares at me; I grin sheepishly as I raise my hands up to placate some of her possible irritation.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to…"

"El, what did I say about paying attention?"

My eyes flicker about and all I can do is stutter out a hopefully acceptable answer, "Uh, p-pay attention?"

Her gaze softens; I breathe out a sigh of relief. "Right!" she says cheerily. She is about to continue her tale before I interjected by saying, "Uhm, Anna?"

She looks at me curiously. "Yeah?"

I can just feel my face heating up again. "Could, would you, maybe, uhm… get off of me?"

Confusion etches its way onto her facial expression before she looks down; her face then mirrors mine. "Oh no, oh gosh! Sorry!" She moves to stand up but then her footing gets caught on her dress and she trips, sending her falling my way. Her arms make contact with my stomach.

"Oof!" Holy cow! That hurt!

She rights herself by leaning on her right arm as she scans my face for any sign of pain. She immediately looks worried and apologetic. "I am so sorry, El! I didn't mean to!" She quickly scrambles up, thankfully succeeding this time and offers her hand. "Here let me help you up."

Relieved, I accept her hand and get pulled up to my feet. Voice soft, I thank her, my hand intertwined with hers as our faces were close to each other. Her already crimson face colors some more as she responds, "No, it was my fault. I probably hurt you, huh?" She looks up at me, eyes teary and wide.

Knees suspiciously going weak, I offer a shaky smile. I brush her off by saying, "Nah, I barely felt you."

She bites her lip—I'm extremely thankful her hands are still holding mine—as she mumbles something that sounds like, "Maybe I should lessen my chocolate intake."

I chuckle lightly. She stares at me, her face clearly showing her thoughts: "What's so funny?"

Smiling, I grab her hand and place a kiss on the back of it as I whisper, "You don't have to cut off your chocolate intake, Milady. You're perfect just the way you are." Gah! That sounded way better in my head…

She grins adorably then steps out of our embrace. Fighting back to hold back a frown, I say in a joking manner, "Well, that was cheesy."

She giggles then circles her arms around my neck. I can feel my cheeks warming up. Again.

"A-Anna?"

She smiles as she caresses my cheeks. "Can I say something crazy?" her voice a mere whisper as she asked, all the while leaning closer.

Subconsciously, I lean in as well. "I love crazy," I breathe back, voice suddenly husky and soft. She bites her lip and only an inch separating us. Her fingers play with the hairs on the nape of my neck.

She bites her bottom lip; my heart beat skyrockets. Dear god, how can one person be so beautiful… and sexy… and adorable at the same time?

"El, I…"

"Your Highness?"

The voice comes out of nowhere that we literally jumped apart from each other. We simultaneously whip our attention towards the direction of the voice. A man comes into our sights.

"Kai!" Anna exclaims. So this is Kai? "W-what are you d-doing here?"

Kai bows. "The Queen has been looking for you."

"The Queen?" I face Anna whose face has gone slightly pale. Worry fills me and I immediately walk to her side. I touch her face gently, caressing it as I ask, "Are you alright, Anna?" She nods but I can feel something off about her. I turn back towards Kai and notice him regarding us curiously. "What does the Queen need her for? Is she in trouble? 'Cause I can assure you, Anna here has done nothing wrong. She was with me."

For some reason, Kai's eyebrows shoot up in surprise as he alternates his gaze between Anna and me. But then he regains his composure and addresses me, "I'm sorry if I have… ruined a moment between the two of you, kind Sir." Anna and I both blush at his implications. "But Princess Anna's mother has been looking for her for quite a while now."

Oh, so that explai—wait. My eyes widen in sudden realization. "D-did you just say princess?" Turning my startled gaze to my right, I see Anna with a sheepish grin. "Y-you're the p-princess of Arendelle?"

She sighs, bites her lip and nods nervously. If possible, my eyes widen some more. Quickly, I drop to my knees and bow my head. "I'm sorry for not recognizing you sooner, Your Highness. Please, forgive me."

"El, please," she pleads but I refuse to look up. Shame, nervousness and disappointment seep within me. How could I have not noticed? Those eyes were a dead giveaway!

Someone clears their throat. It was Kai. "Again, I must apologize for coming in between, but Princess Anna, your mother…"

"Yes. I'll be there," is her curt reply. "Leave us be for a few minutes?"

"Of course. Your highness, Sir." And with that, we're alone once more.

"El, please, stand." Even if I didn't want to, the desperation in her voice leads me to do as she wanted. I didn't dare make eye contact though. "El?" Her warm fingers touch my chin, lifting my head up to have eye contact.

My breath hitches as soon as I see her exquisite blues. "P-princess, I'm sorry… I—"

She hushes me by placing a lone finger on my lips. "Shh," she soothes, "it's alright. I didn't tell you who I really was because I liked it."

My confusion doubles. "You liked it? Did you like playing with me? Because I know that's just wrong."

"No! It's not like that!" She vehemently denies before taking off her mask. My breath rushes out of me upon seeing how beautiful she really is, without the mask hindering anything. Her smooth skin, inviting lips, sexy freckles, her cute nose, her slim eyebrows and those mesmerizing eyes rolled into one completely captivated me. She clutches my face in between her hands. Desperately, she whispers, "I-I just… you were so raw, so honest with me, El. Tell me, would you still act yourself around me if you knew I was the princess?"

Understanding and an underlying sense of guilt wash over me. Anna…err, the Princess must have seen the change of my body language since she relaxes. "Princess, I—"

"Anna."

"Wha—?"

She shakes her head and stubbornly says, "I don't care how others address me but you, El, I want you to call me by my name. That's our deal, remember?"

Without meaning to, a smile graces my lips. "Of course. I'm sorry."

She grins at me disarmingly and steps a bit closer, taking my face in between her hands once more. "I'm happy that we've come to an agreement. Now, you've seen my face," she traces the side of my cheek with a finger. Goosebumps erupt on my arms. Her grin turns mischievous and downright sensual. Gulp. "I think it's only fair if I see yours, isn't it correct, Sir El of House Des Vaux?"

And now I'm nervous for a whole new different reason. This is not good. Should I tell her the truth about me or not? If I do, would she still trust me? Would she still believe in me? Would she still want to be associated with me? Should I take the risk or be a coward?

Too many questions and I don't have any answers. But I think the most conspicuous one is: Now, what do I do?

"Your Highness?"

Subconsciously, I breathe out a sigh of relief.

"Huh," Anna whispers, her breath fanning my face, "it seems fate wants to keep the ball rolling. Hmm, fine by me." She smirks saucily. "I love a good mystery, anyway. I'll be right there, Kai."

"Of course, Your Highness."

"And, I'll see you soon, Romeo." She winks then struts away.

My mouth involuntarily hangs open. Who knew our princess has a sexy side? The glaring question now is: What have I gotten myself into?