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Kristoff was sick of pacing. He needed to know if Anna was okay. Telling Sven to stay put, the ice harvester went boldly up to the castle doors and knocked. Anna opened the door.

"I saw you coming," she said with a smile.

"Your hair is back to normal! You're okay!" an excited Kristoff said.

Anna grabbed her braid and ran her hands over it nervously, "Yeah, true love's kiss. It worked."

"Oh, good. Um, great!" Kristoff stammered, scratching his head, "So are you completely okay now? I mean healed?"

"I get chilled every now and then, but it might just be this cursed winter. Otherwise yeah, I'm perfect. I mean- not perfect perfect, but you know-"

"I know," Kristoff laughed, "You're perfect. Wait, what?"

The two stared at each other for an awkward moment.

"Oh. Um, do you want to come in and warm up a bit?" Anna asked, breaking the silence.

"Well I left Sven outside, but he's got fur," Kristoff awkwardly pointed out, "Sure, I can come inside for a bit."

They went inside, and Kristoff felt immediately out of place. Everything was so clean and grand and he- well, he was raised by trolls! But he felt comfortable with Anna and so he gradually loosened up. They were walking down the hall with Anna giving a tour when they met Hans.

"Oh, Hans! I don't think you've met Kristoff? He brought me back from Elsa's castle," Anna said, gesturing to the fur-covered man beside her.

"Ah, yes, Kristoff," Hans said with a forced smile.

Kristoff noticed the Prince's eyes flick in a quick once-over. He was suddenly conscious of his bulky frame, rough clothing, and shaggy hair. He'd never felt bad about any of that before, but in the presence of a prince who was tall, well built, perfectly put together, and held Anna's heart, he was abruptly self-conscious.

"It's a pleasure, sir," the ice harvester said stiffly. The two men looked at each other silently, the tension rising.

"Okay, well, I'll let you get back to whatever you were doing, Hans, and finish giving Kristoff his tour," Anna said, once again breaking the silence.

"I will see you at dinner, then," Hans said, bowing slightly to Anna. He made is way down the hall, and they continued past him. He stopped to watch them once they had their backs turned.

Kristoff. What did she see in him? Princesses were supposed to fall for princes, not the commonwealth. Hans needed to get this wedding underway, as soon as possible, before Kristoff could make a move.

After Kristoff left, Hans and Anna sat down to dinner. The head chef came into the dining room with two steaming bowls of stew.

"This should warm you up in no time, your majesties," he said.

"Oh thank you, Karl," Anna said graciously.

"This looks delicious," Hans added.

Left alone, the two began to eat. After a bit, Hans spoke up.

"So, Anna, now that your sister can't stop us, what do you think about getting married?" he said.

"I think it's a little insensitive to use Elsa's imprisonment to our advantage, but I do love you, Hans. And I should love to marry you," Anna answered thoughtfully, "But I don't know what to do about our wedding."

"I suppose I could see about clearing her charges," Hans offered.

"Charges? As in multiple? Aren't people just scared about the 'witchcraft'?"

"Um, well there are multiple charges. Technically, no one knows about the second one. I won't trouble you with it," Hans covered and quickly added, "Darling," for good measure.

They finished their dinner and Hans kissed Anna's hand before heading to the village to check on things. Anna saw the opportunity to sneak off to the dungeons unnoticed.

Elsa was lying on the cot, her hands folded across her chest, staring at the frost-covered ceiling. There were a few tears frozen to her pale face. The evening made her cell dark, and the lighting matched her mood. She heard a knock. Its pattern was distinct and she thought it was just surfacing from her memories. Then she heard it again. Tap tap ta-tap tap. Standing up, she walked as far as her chains would allow towards the door and quietly said, "Anna?"

"Oh, Elsa!" came the reply.

"Anna! Oh, Anna," Elsa said, tears forming in her eyes, "I'm so sorry, Anna. What I did to you was unforgivable. And all of the years that I hid from you. I'm so sorry. So, so sorry."

Anna sat on the other side of the door, "Elsa, you don't need to apologize. None of this has been your fault. You're talented, not dangerous. And I- I love you, Elsa."

Upon hearing these words, Elsa sank to the ground as close to the door as her restraints allowed.

"Elsa? Can I ask you something?" Anna asked timidly.

"Of course, Anna."

"Tonight at dinner, Hans said there are two charges against you. I would assume one is witchcraft, but what is the other?"

She was answered with silence. Elsa's stomach twisted; she didn't want to admit it to Anna, but she deserved to know. No more secrets.

"Hans is telling the truth, there is another charge," Elsa took a deep breath before continuing, "After you left my castle, Hans and a group of soldiers came after me. Two men came before the others and they shot at me with arrows and so I- I defended myself. But then I… became a monster. I went further than just stopping them. I killed them. Both."

Anna heard her sister's sobs through the door and her heart broke. But she couldn't believe what she'd just heard.