Thought I might as well post the second chapter now. Forgot to mention in the first that this is the first story, let alone fan fiction, that I have ever written, other than English essays so reviews would be awesome (if anyone is even reading this – I have my doubts!)

Chapter 2

Rapunzel turned to her husband in the small tavern room in Livinua. She smiled when she found he was asleep in the chair. Not wanting to wake him but knowing that he would make a huge fuss in the morning of the pain in the neck he would definitely get from sleeping in the armchair, she walked over to him.

Rapunzel gazed at him with love as she watched his chest rise and fall, his long eyelashes fluttering slightly as he dreamt. She leaned down to kiss him lightly on the cheek and he smiled slightly, his eyes still closed.

"Eugene," she whispered, "you need to get in the bed."

"Rapunzel," he mumbled sleepily, "you sure do know the way to my heart."

She went to swat him lightly on the arm and he opened his eyes and caught her hand in his before she made contact with his bicep. He pulled her on to his lap and she squealed with delight.

"You know if you stay here all night then you'll ache in the morning." She told him

"Wow, you sure know how to kill the romance, Blondie," he winked at her, "Here I was thinking you wanted to have your wicked way with me."

Rapunzel laughed and kissed Eugene on the lips.

"We've a lot to see tomorrow, Eugene, we need to get some sleep."

Eugene sighed, not wanting to be defeated but knowing that she was right. There were hundreds of places she wanted to drag him round and he did love to see her out in the world, excited at new sights. He pulled her closer to him on his lap and nestled his face in her hair. He loved her smell, soapy and a slight whiff of perfume that still clung to her from the drops she had put on this morning. She yawned in to his chest and he stood, carrying her bridal style over to the bed.

"Can we go back to Arendelle when we've finished our tour?" She asked him sleepily, rubbing her eyes.

"We can go wherever you want to go, beautiful." He told her, kissing her hair.

He flopped down on the bed next to Rapunzel and she curled herself in to him.

"I'd like to see Arendelle in Summer," she yawned, "I'd like to meet the princess, too. Queen Elsa had said she was busy when we met her after the coronation."

"We saw Arendelle in summer, Punz," Eugene smiled fondly at her, "Right before we left on our tour, remember?"

"That was only for about an hour. I want to see it properly. I bet the gardens are lovely, lots of little streams, I've heard."

Eugene smiled into her hair. He knew how his wife liked to splash around barefoot in streams.

They lay there, content and in each other's arms, for quite a while. Eugene moved lightly, to get undressed for the night and Rapunzel pouted, eyes closed, as he moved away from her. He chuckled and stood up. Just as he was taking off his boots, there was a knock on the door. Rapunzel sat bolt upright in the bed, her eyes wide and concerned, looking t her husband. Eugene frowned and strode over to the door. He pulled it open to find an Arendelle messenger standing there with an envelope addressed to him and Rapunzel. Eugene took the envelope, thanked the messenger before he left and closed the door.

"Ooh, what is it?" Rapunzel asked, peering over his shoulder as he sat on the edge of the bed, "Open it!"

"Give me a chance, Rapunzel," Eugene chuckled

He opened the envelope and pulled out the paper, headed with the Arendelle crest.

"It's from Queen Elsa!" Rapunzel gasped, excited.

She ripped the letter from Eugene's hands and flopped on to her stomach, legs in the air, resting on her elbows. She smiled as she read it then read it again, aloud this time, to her husband.

"It says 'Please come to Arendelle, I need you to help true love find it's path'" She smiled at her husband.

"The hell is that meant to mean?" Eugene cocked an eyebrow, "We already found true love. Do you think Queen Elsa is talking about herself?"

"Who knows... Can we go now?" Rapunzel looked so excited, Eugene thought she might burst.

"Now?" Eugene asked her incredulously

Rapunzel nodded her head enthusiastically, grinning at her husband, her short brown hair bobbing with each nod.

"Yes!" She squealed

"It's late."

"It's not that late."

"You were almost asleep, Blondie!"

"I'm awake now!"

"We need to sleep, we can go in the morning."

"We can sleep in the carriage, we can go now!"

Eugene sighed, rubbing his hands across his face. He could see there was no way he was going to win this battle. Rapunzel's smile widened, seeing that her husband was so close to giving in. She watched him, she could tell that he was trying to drag this out, not wanting her to think that he was caving. He pulled various different 'thinking' faces, causing Rapunzel to snicker.

"Fine!" He said at last.

Rapunzel pounced at him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou!" She said breathlessly, before jumping off the bed to gather up their belongings. She raced back to him and kissed him on the mouth before tearing off around the room again. He chuckled and stood.

"I'll go find us a driver." He told her and strode out the door.

The sun rose early the next morning. Anna wasn't sure if that was true, she wasn't normally awake when the sun rose. She had barely slept last night, tossing and turning, trying to figure out what to say to Kristoff. Her sheets were tangled round her and her hair stood on end, static from silken covers of her pillows. She huffed and rolled out of bed, not able to stand lying there any longer and agonising over the things that could go wrong when she spoke to Kristoff. What if her sister was wrong? What if he wanted no part in her life and was only staying here to be polite to Elsa, who had, after all, invited him and made him Ice Master and Deliverer? Anna shook her head. She thought of their kiss on the dock and the way he had made her whole body tingle when his lips met hers. Would he have kissed her like that if he didn't like her? Anna was unsure. She had no idea about boys, about men. She had spent so long shut up in the castle, she had no idea about anything to do with love. She walked over to her dresser and gasped at the state of her hair. It was bad, even by her bed head standards. She walked to her bathroom to draw herself a bath, she needed to look wonderful if she was going to face Kristoff today.

2 floors above her, Kristoff was going through the same agony. He had rolled around all night, eventually throwing his pillows and bedding down to sleep on the floor, hoping he would get a more rested night's sleep. He didn't. He had tried to think of what he was going to say to Anna, of how he was going to make her realise how much he wanted, no, needed to be by her side, always. He had imagined referring to himself as the Ice Master and Deliverer, instead of just an ice harvester but he sighed, knowing that it still wasn't a thing. He remembered Anna, that day on the dock, telling him that it was a thing and he smiled at the memory. He put a hand to his lips, as if trying to feel for the faint touch of Anna's lips on his, left behind from that day. It had felt so good to kiss her, if only he hadn't messed it up, stuttering to ask her if he could kiss her. He has relived that moment in his head, tweaking it slightly so he just took her and kissed her, more passionately than he had ever kissed anyone in his life, so she would know how much she meant to him and he wouldn't have to make himself have this conversation with her today. He groaned as he rubbed a hand across his stubble. Why had he promised Elsa that he would talk to Anna today? He should have just told her that he couldn't do. He was too afraid. But he was Kristoff Bjorgman, Kristoff Bjorgman isn't afraid of red-headed princesses. He pulled himself up from the floor to get himself ready for the day ahead of him.

Sometime later, Kristoff hovered nervously outside of the dining room, listening to Elsa laugh. He knew that Anna must be in there with her already. He took deep breaths to steady his nerves then opened the door, eyes steady. He looked over to the table to see... No Anna. Elsa was sitting with two people he didn't recognise. A couple. The woman had short brown hair, sticking out to the sides and she rested her hand lightly on the arm of the man next to her, bearded and dark haired, laughing at something he had said with love in her eyes. Elsa laughed too. Their laughing wasn't the first thing that hit Kristoff, making him feel out of place. It was that they – all three of them – were wearing crowns. Elsa turned towards him.

"Ah, Kristoff! Good morning!" She reached her arm out towards him, "Come and sit with us."

"Uh, Morning, Your Majesty-" He looked at the other two crowns and bowed, "Uh... Majesties?"

"Elsa. How many times do I have to ask you to call me Elsa?"

"S-sorry, yes, Elsa. Good morning." He pulled out a chair opposite the guy with the crown and sat down.

"Hey, hows it going? I'm Eugene," the crowned man reach a hand out towards him

Kristoff looked at his hand for a moment trying to decide whether it was proper to shake the hand of a – what was he? A king? A prince? - before reaching to shake it.

"Kristoff Bjorgman," he grumbled,

The brunette gave him a small wave.

"Rapunzel," she smiled.

Kristoff looked at her, confused, before he said, "Gesundheit."

Eugene burst out laughing as his wife frowned, banging his hand on the table.

"I like this guy already... Hey Blondie," he said turning to the brunette, "That's EXACTLY what I said, right? Right?!"

He carried on laughing until his wife nudged him in the ribs. He coughed loudly, still smiling behind his hand.

"I'm Rapunzel," she tried again, "Princess of Corona. Eugene, the idiot," she scowled at him as she said his name, but Kristoff could see the smile on her lips and the love in her eyes, "is my husband, Prince Consort of Corona."

"Oh." Kristoff said flatly, turning a bright shade of pink. Had he just insulted a princess? Again.

Elsa smiled at the three of them and as if understanding Kristoff's confused expression, she turned to the princess and her husband and then back to Kristoff.

"I think I should tell you all why you are here. Eugene, why don't you tell Kristoff how you and your wife met?"

Right, not really sure if this is any good... Feel a bit like I'm making it up as I go along! So yeah, reviews would be very nice even just to let me know that someone has read this drivel! Ha!