The song ends, and the sisters, freshly pronounced as not only lovers, but as engaged, step back a half step, eyes lock on one another. They smile lovingly at each other, and lean in to share the most heartfelt kiss they have experienced yet. After a few moments, they part, their breathing heavy.

"Wow," Anna mutters, stepping closer into her lovers embrace, "being engaged does make a difference."
"Maybe." Elsa says, smiling more warmly, "Or it might be because we don't have to hide anymore."
Anna's heart leaps in her chest as the realization comes crashing down on her, and it makes her face light up Venus in the heavens, and they are both happy to the point of tears as they stare at each other.
"You're right." Anna agrees, one happy tear escaping the corner of her eye, "That probably helps."
Suddenly, as the music begins again, Elsa is tapped on the shoulder. She and Anna look up to the intruder, and it turns out to be a handsome prince.
"Your Majesty, and Highness." The Prince bows, "Please allow me to introduce myself. I am Prince Henrik, of the Northern Isles. I just thought, in light of this joyous occasion, I would offer a dance."
he offers hand specifically to Elsa. The queen looks to Anna and she shrugs.
"I don't see the harm in it. And he IS the trading partner that has taken over since Weselton fell through." the redhead reasons softly, "You might as well humor him." Elsa nods and turns to this Prince.
"Very well," Elsa says regally, turning to him, "I accept."
They get into position, but something immediately seems off to Elsa. He's a little too close, breathing a little too hard, his steps too heavy...
"Queen Elsa," he says at last as he spins her, "Why her?" Elsa squints and frowns.
"Excuse me?" she asks sternly.
"A woman, your Majesty?" he continues, "On top of that, your SISTER?"
"How dare you take that tone with me." Elsa says, gentle in volume, but commanding in tone.
"I feel as though you just haven't found yourself a real man..." he says, and suddenly, his lips are on hers. She tries to push him away, and can feel what should be ice spreading far enough to cover his skin, but he seems to not care, and she dare not go further, she doesn't want to kill him.
But then in the next moment, the lips are gone and when Elsa finally opens her eyes, there is a small fist in front of her face, and Prince Henrik is on the floor cradling his jaw in his hand.
He and Elsa follow the fist to the body it belongs to, which turns out to be Anna.
And she is absolutely furious.
Even Elsa is terrified of her lover in this moment.
"A REAL MAN?" Anna screeches, "A REAL MAN WOULDN'T KISS A WOMAN, LET ALONE A QUEEN WITHOUT HER PERMISSION!" she moves to him, and he tries in vain to crawl away, but she towers over him like a menacing tower of rage, "A REAL MAN WOULD RESPECT OTHER PEOPLE'S DECISIONS!" she rolls him so he's facing her again, and straddles him, grabbing his shirt in both her hands, "AND A REAL MAN WOULD NEVER" she punches him "OFFER A DANCE" she hits him with her other fist, "WITH FALSE" one more punch, "INTENTIONS!"
He lies there in agony, and Anna breaths heavily.
"Elsa~" Anna calls sweetly, "Come here a minute would you please?"
Elsa blinks and takes a deep breath as she realizes she wasn't doing so already. She rushes over to the princess, kneeling next to her. "I want you to watch this." Anna coos, leaning in to the Prince's face, "Prince Henrik," she spits the name at him, "this is what a real woman is like." Anna kisses him sweetly, careful to toss a seductive side glance at Elsa, which makes the queen blush intensely. She breaks from him, looking at him still, "But since according to you, my love is lesser than anyone else's that makes me NOT a real WOMAN, RIGHT?" Her face twists in anger again as she entwines the fingers of both her hands together in one big fist, and raises it over her own head. She cries out in anger as he brings it down as hard as she can right on his nose, making it gush blood as a loud crack is heard throughout the otherwise silent ballroom.
Anna stands, her head hanging low. Elsa stares. The guards finally begin to rush through the crowd. The queen sees, even though her lover's bangs are covering her eyes, her shoulders are trembling. The older woman takes her lover in her arms. Anna's arms come around her instinctively.
"Well. That settles it." Elsa says softly into Anna's hair, smirking a little, "We are officially not accepting dances from Princes whose names start with 'H'."
She hears Anna laugh a little through her tears.
"Shhhh..." Elsa holds Anna tighter as the guards drag away Henrik's limp form, "I've got you. It's okay. But hey. You never did get more off Hans than the one punch. Do you feel better?"
Anna laughs again.
"Yeah..." she answers, "I kinda do. But more because I paid him back for... ruining everything you had set u-up for me today... than because of Hans."
"Oh... don't worry about that." Elsa tells Anna, "The night is still young, my love," she sighs on the younger woman's ear, "and this was only the first surprise I had set for you tonight."