Anna had never seen her sister so nervous, not even just before Elsa's coronation. Of course, she was partly to blame for Elsa's present anxiousness. She'd knocked and walked in on her sister getting ready to meet the ice harvester. Without thinking, as she sometimes did, Anna proposed that Elsa do something different with her hair.

"What's wrong with my hair?" Elsa had asked, horrified.

Thirty minutes later, they were still working on it. Anna bit her lip and smiled at the way Elsa's brow furrowed as she conjured up different styles while looking in her dresser mirror. But out of the plaited ponytail, waterfall braid, french braid, relaxed fishtail and the simple half-up half-down, nothing seemed to satisfy her. Finally, Elsa let out an uncharacteristically graceless sigh and whirled around in her seat, her eyes pleading.

"Wh-what?" Anna asked, taking a step back.

"Could you do something with it?"

Anna hesitated, simply beaming. This was exactly the sort of moment she'd always dreamed about in the days of her and Elsa's separation. But those days seemed a lifetime ago. Indeed, they were lost. That was still a fact Anna struggled to adjust to even two weeks after she and Hans returned to the new present.

"Yowch!" Elsa yelped.

Anna looked down. She'd pulled one section of Elsa's beautiful white blonde hair just a bit too tightly through another looped section. The graceful updo she'd been working on was now uneven.

"S-sorry!" Anna hooked her fingers around the section of hair and gently loosened it, carefully working on all the other sections until the result was a pretty if tousled updo at the lower back of Elsa's head. "There!" She backed away and grabbed for the silver handheld mirror sitting on the dresser. Then, she held it up so that Elsa could view the back of her hair in the reflection of the dresser mirror.

Elsa paused before looking at Anna in the mirror. "You think?"

Anna's heart sank just a little. In the past two weeks, she'd spent more time with Elsa than she had in years. It made up for much of her childhood loneliness, but in many ways, she was still healing from the rejection she'd felt in that other life. She knew Elsa was just nervous. The queen was used to ruling, not courtship.

Besides, Elsa knew nothing about their old history.

"Absolutely!" Anna nodded. "It's... more relaxed. Kristoff is the type who..."

The redhead stopped herself just in time. She wasn't supposed to know Kristoff. Not only that, but the current Kristoff might not be exactly the same man who helped her search for her sister.

"The type who what?"

Anna glanced down. Elsa raised one eyebrow as she waited for her to finish what she'd been about to say. "I mean, I wouldn't know, but!-" Anna chuckled. "He seems like the type to not be comfortable in formal settings. I mean, that's just what I picked up from the coronation ball. Aside from when he danced with you, the guy looked miserable. Maybe he had some bad shrimp?"

Elsa folded her arms, narrowing her eyes in a look that made sweat drip down the back of Anna's neck as the queen scrutinized her with a wintry gaze. Then, like a winter storm that abruptly stops, the queen smiled.

"I noticed that too. I didn't want to read into it too much..."

Anna felt all the tension leave her shoulders. She walked to the nearby bed and plopped down on the plush bedspread, thinking.

"You seem to like him!"

Elsa clutched the back of her chair as she turned in her seat to face Anna. Her cheeks glowed.

"I-I barely know him, Anna! Honestly..."

The old Elsa would have turned away a suitor, Anna thought. But she was excited for her sister.

"You had a nice time at the ball, so you want to get to know him better. There's nothing to be embarrassed about!"

"Who says I'm embarrassed?" Elsa stuck her tongue out and turned back around toward the dresser. But Anna could see in the mirror that the queen's blush was brighter now. "A-anyway, Pabbie arranged everything."

Ah, those match-making trolls had done it again. "Was it his idea to meet outside of the palace?" Anna had to ask.

"Actually, Kristoff suggested that in his letter. He sort of insisted that we come alone to a certain part of the forest."

Kind of pushy of him, Anna thought. But she shrugged. "That's a little unconventional... but as long as you're comfortable with it!"

"Why wouldn't I be? I'm the one who requested the meeting."

Anna's jaw dropped.

"You requested it?!"

Elsa cleared her throat and started to fiddle around with the porcelain jewelry box to her right on the dresser. "It's like you said... I had a nice time at the coronation ball. Every other young man I danced with was..."

Anna could not stop grinning as she watched her sister try to explain the contrast between Kristoff and the other suitors.

"A-anyway, I just felt relaxed around him. It was surprising. It won't be long before people start pushing me to get married, so-"

"You're already thinking about that?!"

At this rate of shocking surprises, Anna was going to need a nap to calm her poor nerves.

"No! Don't be silly! Well, I mean, I can't not think about it. It's going to come up sooner or later."

Anna giggled deliriously and yanked one of her sister's pillows over to hug as she stared starry-eyed at the queen. Elsa's reflection stared back at her, glowering.

"Sorry! It's just... I think that's great. It's responsible. Good for you. I just hope you have fun with Kristoff today and end up with a deserving suitor. Whether that's him or not. You know?"

The queen's gaze softened as she nodded and turned back around to face Anna.

"Thank you, Anna... I hope so too. It'd be wonderful to have someone... like how mother and father had each other."

The sisters avoided eye contact for a moment as the topic suddenly threatened to make them teary. Anna, the more expressive of the two, gave up and walked over to wrap her arms around her sister. She sniffled, her eyes misty.

"Kristoff is very lucky!" she said, holding Elsa's face as she kissed her platinum hair.

Elsa chuckled and nodded. "Yeah... I suppose he is!" She looked startled as a single tear rolled down her pale cheek. The queen quickly wiped it away and hugged her little sister back.

For that moment alone, Anna wouldn't take back any of the changes she and Hans had made to the past.

A/N: To be continued! :D