"Let's have a snowball fight," I proposed, grinning wickedly.

Will paled for a moment, then a smirk spread slowly across his gorgeous face.

Wait, what?

But then nothing else mattered, because Will growled, "Oh, it's on." He raced out of the castle, balling up a handful of snow and chucking it at me as fast as he could. With a casual flick of my wrist, I turned the hurtling ball of ice into nothing more than a lone snowflake. I laughed in a slightly deranged manner, and began hurling ice and snow at him without pause. Most of the snow melted, since he lit up his hands as torches, but then he got cocky. He waggled his fingers and stuck out his tongue, closing his eyes to show just how sure he was of his invincibility.

So, of course, I did what anyone would do: I lifted all the snow on the mountain and piled it on top of Will's over-confident form.

Let's see him melt through all that.

While I waited for him to erupt out of the mountain of snow, I re-covered the peak in sparkling powder, simply because everything looks better covered in crystalized water.

After a couple minutes, I started to worry. What if I had killed him? What if he was dying under there? Could fire even burn under so much snow? Could it get enough oxygen?

Panic set in. I cursed myself; even after hearing Will's story, I still got caught up in the exhilaration of using my powers. Lightning fast, my hands banished the snow that had settled on top of Will.

And there he lay, on his back, eyes closed, completely still, and definitely not on fire.

My breath left me in a whoosh. "Will, don't be dead, Will," I ran over to him and started shaking him gently. No response. "Will, come on. Will. WILLIAM. WILL!" My voice echoed across the white landscape.

Dammit, Elsa, a voice in my head admonished. The first friend you've had in years comes along and you go and kill him!

He. Is. Not. Dead. another voice said stubbornly. My hands slapped his cheeks. I put my head on his chest and listened for a heartbeat. There was a beating sound, but it was faint, barely there.

Abandoning propriety, I pressed my mouth to his. I had heard of a technique where breathing could be restarted by another person that way, but I didn't know what to expect. I certainly didn't expect to feel anything. There was a little spark, and I jerked away as if I'd been shocked, but he still didn't move. I tried again, silently urging him to breathe, breathe, breathe –

He sat bolt upright and gasped for air like a fish. The sight was downright hilarious, but I wasn't laughing. I was too relieved to see him alive.

"Will, Will, Oh, God, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to and I just lost control and-" He ended my rambling with a kiss, his lips moving against mine, romantically this time.

For a moment, my body responded of its own accord: my lips melded with his, and part of my brain registered that they seemed unnaturally soft – but the rest of my mind told me that this couldn't happen. I was a Queen, I had duties to Arendelle. There was an entire kingdom I had left in the care of my sister, and here I was, selfishly 'indulging.' A romantic getaway certainly didn't warrant a Queen's vacation. I was supposed to be teaching Will how to control his powers, not how to share a fantastically wonderful – Stop.

Faster than the approach of the winter I had once created, I shot away from Will, breathing hard.

"Elsa, look, I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me, I just-" I held up a hand, indicating that I needed a moment. Finally, I glanced up at him, head held high.

"You should get some rest," I suggested quietly, but I think we both knew it was more like an order.

"Right. Yes. I'll do that," he said, stumbling over his words and his feet in his haste to gloss over the awkwardness. "See you in the morning." He turned and practically sprinted back into the castle, going remarkably fast for someone who just nearly died.

I sank to the ground, put my head in my hands, and wept.

Anna put her head in her hands and sighed hopelessly. After what seemed like the millionth when-will-Elsa-be-back letter, she was fed up. She didn't want to run this kingdom, hadn't ever asked to. Anna didn't feel qualified in the least. Despite her relentless teasing, usually along the lines of "All you have to do is sit on a throne and look proper," Anna was finally understanding the stress, strain, and responsibility that came with being a queen.

But that didn't mean she was any good at it. The kingdom was getting restless – some people were even calling Elsa's right to the throne into question, claiming that all she did was freeze things and leave. And however much Anna loved her sister, she couldn't help but think that maybe they were right. Here Anna was, struggling to run a kingdom, and where was Elsa? Off with some boy she just met, "teaching him to use his powers" and living it up in her ice castle.

Anna heard a faint "Princess? Your assistance is required," and knew that her sulking time was over. Sighing, she made her way towards whatever the problem was this time.

Elsa, please come back.

I had decided to pretend like yesterday never happened. Like I didn't almost kill him. Like he didn't almost die.

Like we never kissed.

I was going to train him relentlessly and mercilessly. There would be no romantic aspect of this trip.

"Rise and shine, sleepyhead, we've got work to do," I said in a voice somewhere between a sing-songy preschool teacher and a drill sergeant. The combination resembled an operatic, dying reindeer, so I decided to just go back to my normal tone. He groaned. "Five more minutes." I blasted ice at his face. Will shot up like a bullet from a gun, his hands up in what would've been surrender, had they not been on fire.

"That," I indicated his flaming appendages, "is what we need to work on. You're going to learn how to control it, and I'm going to teach you." And there will be no kissing involved, I added silently.

Half an hour later, we were in the dining room, surrounded by semi-melted chairs and tables. The wall overlooking the canyon had a new hole in it.

Will screwed up his face in concentration, and I had to hold in a giggle. His nose got all crunchy, and his face turned a bizarre and unattractive shade of puce. Right then, it wasn't hard to banish the thought of kissing him from my mind.

Not that I had been thinking about it, of course.

"Okay, now light up one finger. Just one. Try to focus all of you power into your palm, and then let a little bit out of your pinky." As an example, (and maybe to show off a little bit) I twirled my index finger, creating a thin trail of snowflakes, and wrote my name on the icy floor in a loopy scrawl.

"You make it look so easy!" He complained. Screwing up his face again – straight face, straight face – Will lit up his finger like a match.

"You did it! You did it! Great jo-" I started to congratulate him, but then fire exploded out of his pinky in a wild, 10-foot stream. The castle's dining room began to melt. He looked at me, panicked. He had no idea how to stop, that much was clear.

But I made no move to refreeze the dripping walls. I was trying to show him that I had faith in his control.

"Come on, William. You can do this. Rein it in. The power doesn't control you, you control the power. Come on. You can do it. Pull it in and spread it back out through your body," which was apparently the wrong thing to say, because where the stream had been shortening, now it shot back into his body, which promptly became engulfed in flames.

"WILL!" I shouted because I couldn't see him, and flames are loud. I glanced at the gathering puddle on the floor worriedly. He had to turn it off soon, or the castle would melt.

"WILL! BRING IT BACK IN! YOU KNOW YOU CAN DO THIS!" My words had no effect on the human torch.

Finally, in desperation, I whispered the one thing I would've liked to hear when my powers took over: "I have faith in you." Somehow he must've heard me, or maybe the timing was just really convenient, but right after that, he 'extinguished,' so to speak. Letting out a quiet sigh of relief, I hurriedly began to repair the dining room.

When I was finished, he asked, "Why didn't you do that earlier?"

And I replied, "I knew you could do it." His face softened, and I could feel his walls crumbling. I knew because mine were crumbling, as well.

But rubble is a dangerous thing, so I ran from the room even as he reached out for me.

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