A/N:
Hope you've enjoyed the smut in the previous chapter. We are back to business now. Hang on to your seats.
Elsa uncrossed her legs and recrossed them. Her butt was numb from sitting on the solid gold throne for the past three hours, bored out of her mind as her council of advisors squabbled over the distribution of funds. With Elsa's ascension, she had inherited the council of grey haired gentlemen from her predecessor to integrate her into her new status. Fortunately or unfortunately for Elsa, she had attended enough of these meetings as Grand Marshal to know that the advisors usually spend a few hours bickering incessantly about one thing or another; and all Elsa had to do was to listen to the validity of their claims during the first five minutes, form her decision and wait till the council was done arguing to pass down her orders. No wonder the late King had elected her as regnant; she had firsthand experience in court matters and the boundless patience or rather polite courtesy to sit through the entire meeting. She could already imagine Anna in her place, attempting to sit still throughout the entirety of the session. Her wife would either be dozing off or recklessly demanding the elderly advisors to settle their dispute in a mock duel; which although entertaining and rather effective, would border along the lines of poor governance. Nevertheless, the mental image left a smile on her face and Elsa's eyes flicked discreetly to Anna on her right.
Anna was perched on the broad arm rest of the throne, having decided to join in the morning meeting only an hour ago. From Elsa's peripheral vision she could see Anna fidgeting with her hands, playing with the pleats in her high-collared olive green dress. Elsa could have stared at Anna's slender form all day, preferably in the privacy of their bedchambers but she would make do with having Anna nearby for the time being. Her mind began to wander; thinking about how the rest of the day could be spent the second this draggy meeting ended. At the rate it was going, she would have to adjourn to the following morning or call for a lunch break and hope her advisors would be too sleepy on a full belly to bother arguing for long.
"Queen Elsa!"
Elsa ears pricked and she turned her attention to regard the stooping gentleman with thick rimmed glasses and wispy strands of silver hair. She quickly recognised him as a Lord based on the white sash running from his left shoulder to his right hip. If her memory served her right, he was the treasurer, charged with managing the royal finances.
"Your Majesty, I beseech you to put an end to this pointless squabbles. If the almoner's claims were true, increasing the distribution of alms will only result in bankrupting our kingdom!" The treasurer stepped forward, his voice imploring.
"Thank you, Lord of the Coin. I see the validity of your statement." Elsa put up a gloved hand and the treasurer returned to his position, in line with his fellow advisors. "Increase the amount of alms by ten percent. Gift each family a plot of land for crops in the outskirts and recruit the able bodied men to work in the gold mines while the women, the young and the less physically fit can till the land."
A chorus of protest erupted from the council gathered as each advisor tried to catch Elsa's attention. Elsa raised her hand again, showing her palm in a stop gesture and the room fell silent. "I've heard quite enough, gentlemen. My orders are final."
The treasurer spoke up. "But, Your Majesty –"
Elsa silenced him with an icy glare. "Think of it as a long term investment and a solution to the homeless on our streets. They may have hailed from the countryside but they are still our people and we are bound by duty to do right by them. By providing them with jobs, they in turn will contribute back to society. The money we are giving out now will come back in many folds."
The advisors nodded their approval to each other, quietly agreeing with Elsa's perspective.
"I take it then that this matter is closed. Thank you for your attendance."
At the clear dismissal in Elsa's voice, the gentlemen bowed deeply and filed from the room.
"We are so lucky to have you." Anna remarked as soon as they heavy doors swung shut behind the last advisor.
"Hmm?" Elsa hummed, turning in her seat to peer up at Anna questioningly.
"You're kind. You show sympathy to those that can do nothing for you in return. You're benevolent like Pappa." Anna explained.
Elsa quirked an eyebrow. "Are you choosing to ignore the fact that I offered aid with the expectation that it will be reciprocated?"
"I know you only said that to appeal to the advisors. You couldn't have known if it will pay off." Anna pointed out.
"You think far too highly of me." Elsa smiled wryly.
"No. I just know you." Anna corrected, bending to press a kiss on Elsa's forehead.
Elsa took Anna's hands, brushing her lips over each knuckle in affection.
"Come on. Its past noon already. I'm famished." Anna hopped off the arm rest, dragging Elsa to her feet.
"You are always famished." Elsa chuckled, letting her wife pull her into an embrace.
"And whose fault is it? If someone hadn't kept me up for hours every night of the past week, maybe then I wouldn't be hungry all the time." Anna retorted.
"Guilty as charged, Your Highness." Elsa leaned down, pressing her lips against Anna's in a chaste kiss.
They pulled away from each other, grinning widely as they laced their fingers and began descending the steps from the raised platform. Three steps down, the doors to the throne room were flung open, bouncing off the wall with a loud bang. Startled, Anna jerked to a stop while Elsa tensed, left hand thumbing her sword hanging by her side and her right arm thrown out protectively before Anna.
A cloaked rider on a black destrier charged down the length of the throne room, the beast rearing back on its high limbs as it skidded to a halt on the polished stone floor. Hurried footsteps echoed from the hallway outside and a breathless Kai appeared by the doors, eyes wide with alarm.
"My Queen!" The rider cried out as he dismounted from his steed, his rich olive cloak flaring out behind him.
His gloved hands clutched a large black leather sack that he sat on the floor as he dropped onto one knee, pushing back the hood of his riding cloak to reveal closely cropped sandy brown hair as he lowered his head in respect.
"My apologies, Your Majesty, Princess Anna." Kai apprehensively eyed the stallion as he approached the rider. "Ser Lochlen of the scout faction was insistent on an audience immediately."
Elsa nodded in acknowledgement, her stance relaxing as she recognised the knight kneeling before her as one of the scout party leaders operating along the border between the Southern Isles and Arendelle territories.
"Speak your mind, Ser Lochlen." She instructed; her countenance neutral.
"My Queen, ten days ago, a five man scouting party was sent to investigate a smoke column two miles north of the hostile line, well within the forest on Arendelle territory. It was approximately a four day ride out to the site. By nightfall on the third day, a single horse sans rider returned to base camp. A secondary party was assembled and sent out that very night in search of our men. We found them or at least what's left of them, three nights later, six miles east of their original destination. As the lightest rider, I rode through the night to bring you this solemn news." Lochlen gestured at the sack by his feet.
"Show me." Elsa's tone was guarded, her features an impervious mask that hid her distress.
Lochlen obliged, carefully untying the rope holding the sack close. The stench of decay penetrated the air as he peeled back the leather to reveal its contents. The opened, glassy eyes of five decapitated heads stared out lifelessly; dried blood and jagged flesh around the stumps of their necks oozing a putrid black pus.
Kai visibly blanched, the colour draining from his face as he tried to quell his growing nausea. Anna flinched, her face twisted into a look of unadulterated horror at the ghastly sight while Elsa glowered menacingly, fists clenched by her sides.
"Who else knows of this?" She demanded, her voice cutting through the air like a whip.
"Only the members of my party. Six men, sworn to servitude like myself. They stayed behind to secure the site while we await your orders. We felt the nature of this occurrence was too delicate to send word through a raven." Lochlen replied without hesitation, sealing the leather sack and its grotesque contents. The smell of decomposition hung heavy in the throne room and Lochlen's horse whined, pawing nervously against the ground.
"You did well." Elsa commented absentmindedly as she ascended the steps to the raise platform to settle heavily on the cushions of her throne, deep in thought. "Describe the scene, as well as you could, Ser Lochlen." She regarded the knight through calculating eyes, mind already analysing the situation.
"It was a campsite, not overly large, well concealed within the underbrush, no more than a party of ten. They took care to hide their tracks, probably travelling on foot with the cover of night. There's one other thing." Lochlen rose, pulling a neatly folded tunic from a saddlebag attached to his steed. "We found this. Pinned to a tree by an arrow with what's… left of our men stacked by the roots." He unfolded the clothing, the indigo and magenta silk fabric pristine except for crimson strokes made with a finger near the hem.
Elsa's blood chilled as she read the words, 'Send Queen Elsa our regards' written in what looked suspiciously like blood beneath the Southern Isles coat of arms.
xxx
"Kristoff." Elsa greeted, pausing mid pace as the large blond strode briskly into her study.
Elsa's brows were furrowed, deep creases forming on her forehead while her lips were pulled into a perpetual frown. She had spent the past hour pacing back and forth the spacious study, probably wearing a thread in the heavy rug underfoot. Even Anna, curled up on the day seat staring out the bay windows as the sun set had given up on trying to get Elsa to sit still.
Elsa waved impatiently for Kristoff to take a seat before settling into her high backed chair on the other side of the desk. The surface of the wide mahogany furniture had been cleared of everything, leaving only a yellowing map held down on the frayed edges by half spheres of ice.
Kristoff spoke first, breaking the tension in the room. "Riders have been dispatched to the scouting base camp and I've sent Lochlen to re-join his party with the message to return immediately." Kristoff paused then, his mouth forming a thin line. "Corruption has taken our… comrades and we cannot risk a burial in fear of disease. I've arranged for appropriate measures to honour their service and riders have already been sent out to deliver your messages to the families."
"Thank you, Kristoff. It's comforting to know that I can rely on you." Elsa smiled gratefully, sadness swirling in her eyes.
"Any time, Elsa." Kristoff grinned back in assurance.
"I'm afraid I'll need to ask more of you…" Elsa trailed off, conflicted.
"Go ahead. I am your sword. But above all else, I am also your friend."
Elsa exhaled heavily through her nostrils, her shoulders slumping, unable to keep up the façade of an impassive countenance in the face of Kristoff's loyalty. There was so much she wanted to say, to thank him for his unwavering faith and trust in her, his companionship during their years on the field, his bravery as he fought alongside her, defending her even when their comrades had looked down on her due to her gender. He had been a great friend, giving without expecting anything in return and it was so selfish of her to even be asking him for more.
Sensing Elsa's inner turmoil, Anna rose from her position on the day seat, making her way to Elsa's side and laying a reassuring hand on Elsa's shoulder.
"Thank you, Kristoff. You have no idea how much we appreciate all that you have done." Anna touched her free hand to her heart, the gesture conveying the magnitude of her gratitude, voicing out what Elsa could not find the words to.
Kristoff inclined his head, a small smile on his rugged features. "Speak your mind, Elsa." He gently encouraged, his tone turning teasing as he continued. "You've never been one to hold your tongue. Don't go modest on me now."
The jibe effectively helped lightened the mood, drawing a tentative smile from the brooding Elsa before dissolving back to an impervious mask.
"One of our spies in Weaselton reports that the Duke has been secretly putting together an army. The report came in late this afternoon. Eight warships, estimated to hit our waters before the end of the week." Elsa waved a hand over the map before her, eight small ship models crystallizing over the area marked Weaselton in cursive script.
"We can squash them easily. Its only eight ships. We've got twice as many in our fleet." Kristoff crossed his arms over his chest, unperturbed.
"If only it were that easy." Elsa smiled sadly; tapping a finger at a point south of Arendelle. "Based on what little we know of the Southern Isles troop movements, they will reach our city gates in a week. And that's assuming that they are moving on foot, under the cover of night. At present, we have no estimation of their numbers. It could be several small parties or a full battalion."
"We can send out raiding parties on horseback, comb through the forest, strike down the southern troops before they can get any closer." Kristoff suggested.
"No. I need you here, Kristoff. What I have to ask of you is to lead our people to safety. Take them up to the North Mountains. We have to start evacuating them tonight. The trek will be long." Elsa gingerly massaged her temples.
"No." Kristoff raised his voice in defiance. "I am sworn to serve and protect. My place is by your side, as are the men's. We will repel the enemy together." His jaws were tensed, his brown eyes dark with determination.
"You can't speak on the men's behalf, Kristoff. It's not fair for either of us to expect them to lay down their lives."
"Then you should ask them yourself."
"I have every intention to. After I have your word that you will do whatever it takes to ensure the safety of our people." Elsa held Kristoff's gaze in an uncompromising stare.
"You have my word."
"Good. Shall we head down to the barracks then? Time is of the essence." Elsa heaved a sigh of relief.
The sooner everyone was far away from the imminent threat of a combined attack from Weaselton and the Southern Isles, the less lives were at risk, not just from their enemy, but from her. With no one to bear witness to the sheer destruction that Elsa wielded, she did not have to hold back as she laid waste to all who dared threatened her home, her friends and most importantly, Anna.
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Anna casted a worried glance in Elsa's direction. Her wife had withdrawn into herself, a pensive expression of her face as she was lost to her thoughts. Anna wanted desperately to know what was on Elsa's mind, not out of curiosity but more to lighten Elsa's burden. Because whatever it was, it was clearly weighing down on Elsa, obvious in the defeated slump of shoulders, glazed over eyes and lips pursed into a thin line.
Anna contemplated lacing her hand with Elsa's, to give her wife some comfort in the knowledge that she was here but they were standing at the front of the barrack's Dining Hall, waiting for the last few stragglers to enter. Anna had changed into her officer's uniform, the stiff attire a refreshing change from the voluminous dresses that she usually adorned while in the castle. She could hear the growing whispers from the soldiers gathered, several hundred pairs of eyes watching nervously. It must have been disconcerting to see the three highest ranking officers, of which one was the Queen Regnant while another a Princess, gathered in the same room amidst men reeking of sweat.
When the doors were finally closed, Elsa cleared her throat, drawing the men's attention.
"Thank you for gathering on such short notice." Elsa began, ever polite. "In less than a week, Weaselton warships will be on our shores and the Southern Isles battalion at our gates." She paused, letting the news sink in; her eyes roaming over faces hardened in grim determination. "But I'm not asking you to pick up your weapons and fight for me."
There was a ripple of surprise as the men stared at each other, incredulous. Elsa held up a hand, demanding silence.
"Most of you have families, friends, people that you care about. Go home to them. Pack what you need to survive and make haste towards the North Mountains. The same applies for those who are the last of their line. I will not have the blood of innocents shed in a siege that's clearly waged for one purpose, to eradicate me. With my authority as Queen Regnant and Lord Marshal, I ask that you use your skills and training to protect the citizens and lead them to safety. Go now and live well."
Elsa's speech ended to dead silence, so quiet that it seemed like the men had stopped breathing. Her eyes roved over the crowd, meeting eyes darkened with resolve. No one moved a muscle, each soldier remaining perfectly still in their seats, eyes fixated on her. Why wasn't anyone leaving? Had she not been clear?
It was Marshmallow who broke the silence, his deep, scratchy voice echoing around the room. "With all due respect, Queen Elsa, I've fought by your side while you were Grand Marshal and I'd gladly do so again. I choose to be your sword and shield. Oath or not, there is nowhere else I'd rather be than by your side as we defend our kingdom."
The men erupted into loud choruses of "Hear, hear! For Queen Elsa! For Arendelle!", slamming their metal bracer clad forearms against the wooden table, filling the Dining Hall with their cries.
Kristoff snorted in amusement. "Well, now you've got your answer."
Elsa merely sighed. She was unworthy of having her men risk their lives to protect hers. Arendelle was entrusted into her care and now because of her, the very kingdom that she had sworn to protect might be wiped off the face of the world along with the citizens she was responsible for.
Anna slipped her hand into Elsa's, squeezing in reassurance. They were the perfect image of a united front as their eyes found each other's' and the men did not miss it, the sight fuelling their resolve to defeat all that dare stand against them. It wasn't just out of duty and obligation that they are putting their lives on the line for. It was out of loyalty to the very woman who had risk her life to protect theirs countless times on the battlefield. Elsa wasn't just their Queen, she was their noble, selfless leader and it was high time they repaid her kindness in full.
xxx
Anna nuzzled against Elsa's neck, her arms encircling Elsa's waist. They stood in a tight embrace in the middle of Elsa's study, flickering flames from a candle on the desk casting long shadows of their entwined figures over the maroon rugs stretched over polished wood. They had retreated into the study after returning from the barracks, needing the privacy, isolation and comfort that the room brought.
Their blissful lives for the past week after the wedding had been shattered with the appearance of the rider in the throne room mere hours ago. One thing after another had happened, each one casting a darker shadow and snuffing out the cocoon of happiness that they had built. It felt like the entire universe was against them, plotting to tear them apart each time they took a single step towards the other. Will they ever achieve happiness together? Anna had always been optimistic, choosing to give everything the benefit of doubt but at present, it was getting harder to keep the pessimism at bay.
Elsa's breath was tickling the nape of her neck and Anna sighed in frustration. "Will it ever get better?" She asked quietly, her voice small and timid.
"I don't know…" Elsa admitted regretfully, mentally admonishing herself for not being able to comfort her wife. Anna had already been through so much; recovering her memories, the death of her parents; then now war, the very legacy that her father had left behind, threatened.
"Everything seems so… bleak right now. Bleak. Bleak." Elsa stressed, her mind whirling.
"Wait, what?" Anna asked in confusion, pulling back to watch Elsa with concern.
"Open it when the night is at its bleakest, when uncertainty shrouds the rise of the morning sun and only when there is no other alternative and it takes two with the heart of one." Elsa murmured, repeating Pabbie's words from memory.
"Elsa what are you talking about?"
"The trolls gave me something. I had almost forgotten about it…" Elsa replied absentmindedly, stepping away from Anna and moving towards the desk.
She pulled opened the lowest drawer, digging through folders stuffed with loose parchment before finding the scroll that Pabbie had given her tucked near the back. Removing it, she placed it carefully on the centre of her desk, the scroll of parchment tiny in comparison to the map it sat upon. Elsa regarded it with a frown, uncertain if this was the time to read its contents that Pabbie had spoken cryptically of.
"Open it." Anna suggested, eyeing the scroll with distrust.
Elsa pursed her lips, her fingers twitching as she touched them to the seal. Tonight had been bleak so far and uncertainty definitely shrouds tomorrow. Two with the heart of one probably referred to herself and Anna. But was there no other alternative? Alternative to what?
"Is there an alternative?" Elsa asked suddenly.
"Alternative to what?" Anna unknowingly echoed Elsa's previous thought.
Elsa smiled wryly. Well, they definitely got the two with the heart of one sorted. Which left just one part of the puzzle to solve. "I'm guessing it's to our situation."
"Then, no. There isn't. There is no alternative to living. Anything less is just unacceptable." Anna replied simply, her explanation so rational that Elsa was mildly surprised.
"What would I do without you?" Elsa smiled affectionately at Anna. While Elsa had a tendency to overanalyse matters, Anna had the natural ability to see through all the distractions and focused on the root of the matter.
"Probably get stuck trying to solve riddles." Anna responded, grinning back. She moved around the desk, joining Elsa. "Together?" She asked, slipping her hand over Elsa's.
They broke the seal and unrolled the scroll, spreading it out over the desk as they leaned over.
"It's blank." Anna stated. The parchment's surface was clear, not a single splotch of ink marring the material.
"Wait." Elsa murmured, gently taking Anna's hand in hers and pressing both of their fingers to the parchment.
With her fingers between Anna's, Elsa tapped into her powers, letting a light frost spread from her fingertips and across the parchment. The ice crystals glittered in the orange candle light before seeping into the aged parchment, absorbed into the material.
"Oh!" Anna exclaimed in surprised as the parchment's surface began to glow a luminescent blue.
As if written by an invisible hand, runic symbols were scratched into the yellowed parchment, the strokes burned in by flashes of blue shimmering light that reminded Anna of how sunlight bounced off ice shards, reflected by the many facets within ice crystals. The writing continued, covering the entirety of the surface before the ethereal light faded, leaving only the runes scrawled in its wake.
Anna squinted at the symbols, trying to make sense of the squiggly lines with Elsa peering over her shoulder.
"Is it just me or is this totally illegible?" Anna asked, turning her attention to Elsa.
"Probably just you." Elsa responded distractedly as she studied the runes.
Anna hiked an eyebrow. When Elsa did not comment further, a look of worry crossed Anna's features. "Please tell me it doesn't make sense to you either…" She implored.
There was a brief reprieve before Elsa threw up her arms in resignation. "I can't read it either." She declared in frustration, slumping down into the chair behind her.
Anna exhaled in relief. Perching on the edge of the desk, she crossed her arms, a forefinger tapping out a rhythm as she thought. "Did the trolls tell you how to decipher it?"
Elsa shook her head, dropping it into her hands. A headache had begun in the back of her skull, throbbing painfully, matching the rhythm of Anna's forefinger. Her eyes were squeezed shut as she gingerly massaged her temples, trying to bring some relief.
"There's a pattern here…" Anna spoke up minutes later, causing Elsa to lift her head a little too quickly and she scowled at the stab of pain through her skull.
Anna traced her finger against the symbols etched in the centre of the parchment when Elsa leaned forward in her seat. "Here, do you see it?"
Elsa tilted her head to the side, hoping a different angle might help. Anna had been right. There was some sort of symmetrical pattern. Two pairs of perpendicular lines interspaced with whorls were repeated over three rows to form six segments. The design, completely random to most; set off a feeling of déjà vu in Elsa that sent her mind whirling as she sifted through her memories.
Elsa gently nudge Anna's knees aside as she scooted back in her seat to reach for a small wooden box sitting on the bookshelf directly behind her. With Anna's curious gaze watching her, Elsa reached beneath her desk, feeling blindly across the underside of the wood until her fingers landed on a familiar chill of her ice. Dissipating the ice block with a conscious thought, a heavy brass key fell onto her open palm.
"Your father showed me this once. After you recovered your memories." Elsa explained as she slid the key into the lock, twisting it with a click. "According to him, I was holding it in my hands when I first arrived at the castle as an infant." She lifted the lid, showing Anna the scroll of aged parchment within.
Anna hung onto every word, listening attentively. Her father had never spoken much of Elsa's background, only telling her that Elsa was his ward. Despite her curiosity and her severe lack of tact as a child, Anna had always known not to ask too much whenever it came to Elsa's origin. The matter simply had not come up very often, even if it did, it had felt very much like a taboo topic. Although there was also the possibility that no one actually knew for certain.
"I couldn't read the contents either. It was full of runes like this one. But looking at it had left me with some form of understanding." Elsa unrolled the scroll, holding it up for Anna.
Anna scrutinised the parchment intently, her eyes quickly seeking out for patterns and finding one right in the centre. Six spokes mapped out by dots and lines coalescing in the centre. Each segment was joined by three sets of lines at angled at 270 degrees. The design like the one on the other parchment was symmetrical.
"Do you see it?" Elsa repeated her words from earlier and Anna nodded.
"May I?" Anna asked quietly, reaching out for the parchment.
Elsa obliged and carefully placed the brittle scroll in her hands. Sliding off the desk, Anna held it over the first parchment, aligning their edges before stacking them together. A flash of blue erupted, causing Anna to jump back, startled. Elsa was immediately on her feet, protectively shielding Anna with her body, her back turned to the desk even as she craned her neck back to watch. Anna peeked over Elsa's shoulder, eyes staring in awe as the stacked parchments appeared to fuse into a single, thick piece. As quickly as it had appeared, the light was gone.
Elsa apprehensively reached for the newly formed parchment, prodding at its edge before deciding that it was safe to touch. The material was oddly warm against her fingers as Elsa pulled it towards her, eyes widening as she skimmed over the surface. The rows upon rows of symbols on both parchments had fused together to form legible runes that she quickly recognised as Old Norse runic alphabets that spelled out a script; and in the very centre, the completed snowflake that they had seen earlier in its separate components.
"Born of magic, a weapon in disguise." Anna read out slowly, running a finger beneath each rune as she translated.
"Born with magic with the power to wield." Elsa continued, translating the next line.
"One of fair hair the other bronze, united by blood and of bond. Only when two becomes one of mind, unleash from within a flaming ice. But be warned, young maidens, tis' a binding contract of the Gods design. Once evoked there will be no end in sight." They read aloud together, casting dubious glances at one another when they finished.
The snowflake began spinning on the parchment, defying everything they knew of two dimensional laws when it seemingly ripped itself from the material to hover at eye level. It rotated, the arms twisting themselves as the snowflake took on a three dimensional appearance, its surface glistening like Elsa's ice. The snowflake pulsed, blue light thrumming in a slow rhythm emanating a mysterious aura that captivated both women's eyes. With an intense spurt of light that shot rays outwards from the tip of each arm, the snowflake shattered into fine dustings of frost, causing both women to nearly jump out of their skins.
When Anna and Elsa recovered from their initial surprise, they found to their dismay, the parchment had disintegrated into a layer of dust.
"Well, that was useful. I hope you memorised the text before it crumbled like that cookie I attempted to bake the other day." Anna commented dryly.
Despite all that had happened during the day, Elsa chuckled. Partially because the memory of a panicking Anna as she pulled out a baking tray with neat rows of little piles of cracked flour was extremely amusing but mostly because Elsa had finally cracked under the pressure of all that had happened since midday. Unable to keep in the bubbling laugh in her throat, Elsa gave in and erupted into peals of laughter, doubling over as she clutched at her sides.
"Elsa?" Anna called out in alarm, tentatively touching Elsa's shoulders. "Elsa, it's not even that funny. Elsa…"
Else merely sputtered, face red as her shoulders shook with mirth. The ever calm and collected Elsa Frost had finally lost it.
A/N:
I'm really sorry for the delay... This story will be ending really soon and I wanted to finish writing it before updating.
Tying up loose ends is a bit of a chore, that and I haven't really been in the most productive of moods. Must be the fear that once I complete this story, I no longer have anything to look forward to doing in my spare time. Oh well.