A/n: I'm so sorry it's been so long. Don't worry, I haven't gone anywhere, I've just been so busy. I meant for this to be much longer. I'll probably post the second half soon, but I felt that I just needed to get something to you guys because it's been so long.

Cue romantic montage.

Day 1

They don't actually stay in bed all day, as she had promised. Elsa had gone off after her sister, chastising her for her improper behavior and telling her to respect their privacy. There's a lot of eye rolling and invasive questions, which Elsa brushes aside, but Anna agrees not to say anything so that they can do it on their own accord.

Then she remembers about a meeting with Arandelle's council, something that she "was sorry, but she really needed to go to." She's horribly guilty, but he doesn't mind; she'd given him a hasty apology and a kiss on the cheek as she'd gone, hobbling along as she struggled to put on her second heel.

Day 2

They go for a stroll in the courtyard, and she notices that as she walks he is always slightly behind her, his fingers catching the fabric of her white dress. The flowers look especially pretty that day in full bloom, the morning air still chilly after the spring showers. They are quiet and reserved, still careful with each other, still unsure. Each has their fair share of stolen glances, darting eyes. Each secretly craves intimacy despite the feeling being so foreign to both of them.

Day 5

There's the much dreaded but long awaited confrontation from Anna that Elsa knew was going to come sooner or later. The two of them are building snowmen together in one of their many rooms when she asks her older sister what happened. She's much too inquisitive for her own good and doesn't believe her sister when she says that "nothing happened, honestly!" Elsa struggles to keep her powers under control; she's been doing so well since the ball, relapsing would be the worst possible thing for her, not when she's so happy. Anna doesn't notice; she merely laughs and threatens that she'll just ask Hans if Elsa won't tell her. Severely put out, Elsa promptly ruins her sister's snowman. In retaliation, Anna knocks over hers as well.

Day 8

The couple go horseback riding and end up in some grassy field far from the castle grounds. There, they lay down in the long grass together and watch the clouds as they float on by, making shapes for them to guess—this one is a dragon, this one is a sled, this one is a snowman. Elsa challenges him to a race back to the castle; she wins, just barely, but she suspects that he may have let her so do on purpose. She catches him staring at her when their putting the horses back in the stables, but he quickly turns his head away, patting Sitron affectionately, and it's almost as if it never happened.

Day 12

They spend the afternoon in the library. Elsa does some light reading although she attends to her work as well. Hans tells her to pay him no mind, but it's a little hard for her to focus with him there, sitting across from her and watching her with an amused grin. She can feel his eyes on her, and she scowls at him crossly, telling him that it's quite important that she get this done, and she would be very appreciative if he could stop looking at her like that. Instead, he begins perusing the shelves, Elsa's eyes flitting over to him occasionally as she writes.

At last he settles down, plucking a book off the shelf and plunking down in one of the arm chairs, and for the the first time she realizes that he uses glasses when he reads. He's quite cute actually, and she smiles to herself despite her previous annoyance.

Day 13

Elsa wakes up to find that she must have stayed up late in the library the night before. Her neck hurts from sitting up all night at such an awkward angle, and when she sits up she looks around to find the room empty. She's a little disappointed, but she didn't know what else she really expected. However, almost immediately she notices a familiar coat draped over her shoulders like a blanket. Next thing she notices is a note left sticking out of her book in neat handwriting: "Sorry, didn't want to wake you. Hope you had a good night's sleep." It's not signed, but she knows who it's from.

Day 15

As promised, Anna goes to Hans for the details on that masquerade night. Unfortunately for her, his lips are sealed on such details, ("Come on, Elsa never tells me anything!" she pleads, but he merely shakes his head) but he can't stop grinning like an idiot, and she knows exactly what that means. Something about him is different; he's happy, but not in the same way as when he and Anna were together. His eyes are bright, his mind far away, he's much more quiet, she's pretty sure she caught a sigh from him once or twice. He's enamored, she can tell, and although she is certain she no longer is in love with him, a part of her wonders why he didn't love her in that way.

Day 20

They're curled up together by the fire after a long day. The quilts are warm and so is he, and for once she is, too—almost. The crackling of the flames lulls them to sleep, right there on the couch in each other's arms. Anna finds them there in the morning, snoring lightly, and the fire has long since gone out, but she doesn't wake them.

Day 21

Elsa tries once more to teach him to ice skate, this time not out in the courts but inside the castle walls. He's still not very good, but at least he no longer needs her support as he barely wobbles along on unsteady feet. She tries not to laugh, but it's such a stark contrast to how he usually carries himself with such a strong presence. He doesn't mind because he actually likes her guidance. It's only fair; they're each good and their particular form of dancing. However, she has him by the hand when at last he loses his balance, and they collapse together on the cold ice. They laugh it off awkwardly, but the ice is hard and both of them are sore from the crash. They lay there for a while as they watch each other's foggy breath rise into the air, their fingers intertwined and the cold chilling to the bone.

Day 25

He receives his first gift. It's a violin handcrafted especially for him, only made, of course, for one insidious purpose: she forces him to play. He's still quite rusty; it's been years since he's practiced, and Elsa finds him quite right in saying that he's probably mediocre at best, but the melody is pleasant on the ears, and she's enjoying herself even if he tries to snake his way out of it.

Day 27

She takes him up to the roof again in the late hours of the night. In the moonlight, he can't help but think that her near-white hair looks almost like a halo framing her face as she laughs. Elsa wants to stay up all night so that they can watch the sun rise. He's determined to see it through, but eventually he does fall asleep. Elsa lets him, his head slumping on her shoulder; she kisses his hair as the faint light of the morning just starts to peak out over the horizon.

Day 28

It's raining again; he's got his arms wrapped around her as they sit on her bed, no sound except for the gentle tap of the raindrops against the windowpanes and the low tune of the snow queen humming quietly to herself, eyes closed as she smiles contently.

"Care to share with us the song?" he asks her teasingly.

She shakes her head, embarrassed. "It's silly."

He coaxes her into giving in "just this once, then you never have to sing again," ("just this once?" "Just this once.") and with a sigh of resignation, she sits up and turns so that she's sitting opposite of him, her blue eyes meeting his green ones.

"My mothers would sing it sometimes. It's my favorite."

"Anytime you're ready." He's got a twinkle in his eye, and she can see he's fighting back a laugh.

She takes a deep breath, preparing herself before she begins, "How glad the many millions,

"Of Annabelles and Williams would be—"

"I know this song!"

"Don't interupt," she chastises him, but her grin mirrors his as she continues, "—to capture me.

"But you had such persistence,

"You wore down my resistance.

"I fell..."

She seems nervous at first, her voice quavering slightly, but as she keeps going she seems to be getting braver as her voice grows stronger. It's soft and sweet in his ear, the melody carrying him somewhere far away. He pretends the song is meant just for him.

"... And it was swell.

"It's not that you're attractive,

"But, oh, my heart grew active,

"When you came into view."

She intertwines her cool fingers with his, and he pulls her in closer to him. She can't hold back the grin anymore.

"I've got a crush on you, sweetie pie,

"All day and nighttime, hear me sigh,

"I never had the least notion,

"That I could fall, with so much emotion."

With each line she draws nearer to him, leaning in closer so that their faces are just inches apart. His gaze lingers on her lips, then up at her eyes, and he sees that she's looking right at him, barest traces of smile on the corners of her lips as she sings softly. Just a little closer...

"The whole world will pardon my mush,

"'Cause I've got a crush, my baby, on..."

Their lips are almost touching, and Hans closes his eyes. She kisses him, the tapping of the rain against the windowpanes bringing him back to the morning after the masquerade, and he realizes this is the first time they've kissed since then.

A/n: If you're wondering, the song is I've Got a Crush on You. My favorite version is the Sinatra version although there are others out there. I know it's not from the time period of the story, but I think if there can be talking snowmen then a song can be created a little earlier than it was in reality (Sorry, I'm being really snobby). On the audio I have, Sinatra joked that it so old that it was composed by Admiral Nelson, so that was part of the reason for my song choice. Like I said, I'll get part two out as soon as I can, especially since this took so long, and it's so short.

Also, one last thing. I'm considering changing the title. What do you guys think? I've been considering the name "Return To Me" (which incidently is the name of a mild rom com which has absolutely nothing in common with this fic), but I want to know what yoU guys think. Are you feeling it, or should I just keep this title?