AN: A lot of people wanted an epilogue, and I was planning on one anyway, so here it is. Brace yourselves for the cuteness. Also, I may or may not continue this universe's story in one-shots. I have a few planned about Anna and Kristoff, so get ready for those. Thanks for sticking with this fic until the very end, it means so much to me. I love all of you precious readers, I honestly do.

Disclaimer: I did not work on Frozen, do not own Frozen, have not ever worked for Disney, nor do I work there now. This is a not for profit fanwork. Thank you for reading.

"Can we build a snowman, mummy? Please?" The tiny redhead pulled her mother by the hand to the main atrium of the castle.

"Darling, we need to wait for your father. He'll be home soon, and then we can build a snowman."

Petra pouted. She didn't like when Papa had to leave for what Mummy called "king business". He would be gone for weeks at a time, and it was boring in the castle without him. Gunter always wanted to play sword fights but he would cry whenever she beat him at that game. Mummy would scold her, but Petra knew she was proud by the way she smiled secretly.

She hardly ever got to see her Papa since he was always traveling, but he wrote her letters all the time. Mummy would read them to her. The newest one said Papa would be coming home within days. But it still wasn't soon enough for Petra.

"Please, mummy. Can we make it just snow then? Show me how to do the trick again."

"Oh alright.." Elsa conceded, taking her daughter's hands gingerly in her own, all of their palms up. A few sparkling snowflakes began to flutter from their outstretched hands.

Petra's eyes grew wide. "Wow."

"Now watch this." The snow flew upwards, settling for a moment in midair before multiplying and beginning to fall sedately down in a peaceful flurry.

Petra shrieked and ran to catch the snowflakes on her tongue.

Her mother let a smile pass her lips, not hearing the big door open behind her. She was too distracted, watching her child to make sure she wouldn't get hurt. Two strong arms, still frosty from the mid-fall chill, enveloped her around the waist from behind.

Elsa let out a gasp, before looking over her shoulder. "Hans! Don't startle me like that!"

"Papa!" Petra cried in excitement, running to her father and squeezing his legs. "You're home! You're home!"

"Yes, I am, sweetheart." He picked her up and hugged her close.

The five year old squished her cheek against his bristly one. "Your face is cold."

Hans chuckled. "Hug me tighter so I'll warm up then." Holding the child in one arm, he offered the other arm to Elsa. She allowed him to pull her into a tight embrace beside their sweet baby girl.

"Mummy says we could make a snowman when you got home."

"Did she now?" Hans looked at his wife over the top of Petra's head, his good eye focused on her expression. He'd lost the other in the battle against Jekaterina, and now, five years later, he's gotten used to it.

"Are you going to make a snowman with your daughter or not?" She said, a thin smile crossing her lips, like she was trying not to show how happy she was. It wasn't working; her lips twitched and she cracked a wider grin.

"Do I get a welcome home kiss then?" He held her gaze. Elsa pressed her lips together firmly, before giving him a chaste kiss on the lips.

"Still haven't gotten used to such a beautiful woman kissing me."

Elsa smirked. "Flattery will get you nowhere."

"I beg to differ. Right, Petra darling?" He turned to their daughter, shifting her so she faced them. "Tell your mama how pretty she is and she'll make a snowman with us."

"Don't drag her into this, Hans." Elsa's voice was exasperated but still joking and good natured.

"Mummy, you're bee-yootiful. Can we make a snowman now?"

She shook her head and laughed quietly, as Hans put Petra down. "Fine, fine. C'mon, honey, let's make the best snowman ever."

They rolled the snowman's body the old fashioned way, instead of using Elsa's powers to construct it. Hans supplied the head, and Petra placed a carrot she pilfered from the kitchen as the nose.

When it was all done, Elsa crouched beside her daughter. "It's your turn to learn how to control your powers."

She took Petra's tiny hands in her own, and showed her how to direct her energy toward making snow. "If you try hard enough, you can even make the snowman come to life."

Petra looked up at her with giant periwinkle blue eyes, in disbelief. "Really?"

"Yes, darling. Now you try it."

"Don't ever be afraid of your powers." Hans added, softly, as he crouched beside the two of them. "No matter what anyone else says."

She fixed him with a trusting look. "Yes, Papa."

"That's my girl." He mussed the child's hair.

Petra concentrated hard, shutting her eyes tight.

There was silence, and then:

"Hi, I'm Olaf and I like warm hugs."

"Olaf?" she shrieked, opening her eyes, running at the snowman at full speed. "Olaf!" Hugging him tight, Petra squealed. "Mummy, he's real!"

"I know, darling, I know." Elsa leaned back, resting her back against Hans' chest.

Petra was too busy playing with and inspecting the loudly chattering snowman to notice her parents taking a break.

"I love you, you know.." Elsa's voice was soft, as she glanced at him over her shoulder.

"Oh really?" Hans teased to cover up how surprised he was by the statement.

"Yes. Don't make me take it back now." Elsa teased back at him, as he took her hand in his.

"I wouldn't dream of it." Hans kissed her fingertips.

"Right." She looked up at him after a moment of silence, touching his scarred cheek with a fingertip.

He covered her hand with his own. "I love you, too."

The End