A/N: Sorry this took so long; I wanted to wait until my first piece of fanart was completed. (t's now the cover art and on tumblr, if you want to look at it.

Anna kept her eyes down as she handed Gerda her completed assignment. It had been several days since the worst Knighting ceremony in the history of Arendelle. Despite the protests of most of the Council, dozens of angry letters from various members of the nobility, and a renewed sense of suspicion that seemed to accompany Anna everywhere she went, Elsa had refused to revoke the redhead's Knighthood. Consequently, Anna had been thrust into a series of lessons with Kai and Gerda.

She held nothing against the two head servants. In fact, she adored them. If either of them had been surprised by the revelation of her past, they didn't show it. Even now, treated Anna with the utmost respect.

But the Knight still hated these sessions. Etiquette had never been her strong suit. Since arriving at the Palace, Anna had learned the basics, but now she was being instructed in a level of manners that she had never even known existed. Kai was a competent teacher, but her progress was slow.

Yet even that was nothing compared to her miserable failure when it came to Gerda's area of expertise. Elsa had instructed the older woman to educate her consort in a variety of subjects. Now, Anna was brushing up on her reading and writing. Learning the operations of the...abomination from hell that smarter minds called arithmetic. And, worst of all, being expected to learn over a thousand years of Arendelle's history.

She was terrible at all of it.

Anna had been fine as a child while learning the basics of language. But anything more than that seemed to be beyond her abilities. It was as if her brain was hardwired to reject any higher forms of education. Words and letters seemed to shift around on the page as she struggled to comprehend them, and her memory was proving incapable of preserving the vast majority of the knowledge that Gerda tried to imprint upon it. Despite Anna's best efforts to the contrary, her mind lost focus constantly.

But no matter how much she hated this, Anna didn't complain. Guilt was eating away at her, and she knew that she was in no position to whine to Elsa at the moment. The Queen's substantial workload had probably been doubled thanks to Anna's latest mistake. If this was to be her penance, well...it was better than being thrown out on her ass like the embarrassment she was.

They were sitting in one of the Castle's many parlors. It was a small, comfortable room...and out of the way enough to give them sufficient privacy. Grateful for that seclusion now, Anna stared dejectedly at the desk below her as Gerda looked over the paper that the Knight had handed her. It was a short quiz about Arendelle's War of Unification, and Anna knew that she had failed it miserably.

A quick glance at Gerda's face confirmed that belief. She was trying to hide it, but Anna could see the disappointment in the maid's eyes.

"I suck," she said bitterly. "Don't deny it. I'm trying, I really am, but I just can't..."

Gerda cut her off with a calm yet firm glare. "You aren't performing as well as would be expected of most women your age, milady, it's true. But this is all new to you, and I understand how overwhelming this can be."

"Save it," Anna said bitterly. "I know I'm doing worse than you expected, even accounting for my background. This stuff just doesn't click with my mind. And stop calling me 'milady'!" she added.

"You are a Knight and will be afforded the respect due to that rank, milady. And perhaps your progress had been somewhat slow. But remember, you don't need to become Arendelle's foremost history expert. You only need to know the basics," Gerda intoned. "And my husband says he is impressed with how quickly you've been taking to his lessons..."

"Kai's too nice for his own good," Anna retorted. "I just don't get it; after everything that's happened, why have me remain a Knight at all? Couldn't Elsa just revoke my rank and be done with it? After all, the main reasons she did it were to make me happy and to try and get people to respect me...too late for that."

The maid shook her head. "It's not that simple, milady. To do so would make her look incredibly weak in the eyes of the nobility. She made a decision and she has to stick with it. Besides, you have been receiving more respect lately, haven't you?"

In a way, it was true. Even with the recent revelations, few would insult a Knight of Arendelle to her face. But outside of their immediate presence, Anna knew that the Lords and Ladies of the kingdom hated her now more than ever.

"And even if you were not a Knight, these lessons would have been essential eventually," Gerda said.

Anna looked up at the maid curiously. "Why?"

"A Knight must be well versed in the manners of the nobility and know the details of her kingdom's history, milady. But the same facts are even more true of a Princess-Consort, are they not?"

The Knight stared at her incredulously. Her jaw dropped; it was five seconds before her lips could form words. "You think...Elsa...marry..." Anna sputtered hopelessly. "After everything that's happened?"

Gerda nodded. "I'm surprised; you seem to underestimate the lengths the Queen would go to for your sake. When will it happen? I don't know. We both know Her Majesty can be...cautious when it comes to this sort of thing. But she will ask you for your hand. I suppose the only question that remains is whether you would accept."

"Of course I would!" Anna exclaimed. She would say yes within a second of Elsa asking the question, and not just for the obvious reasons. Yes, even though it made her nervous, she would like to be Royalty. Who wouldn't? She'd never have to deal with anyone's shit again. But even more importantly, a marriage between them meant that Elsa was hers. As much as she tried to get rid of it, there remained the small but persistent fear in her gut that the Queen would one day decide that Anna was unworthy. A proposal would put that anxiety to rest forever.

But it was up to Elsa to ask. Even with her new rank, her station was too low to ask a Queen for her hand.

The older woman smiled. "I know," she said simply. "And remember, much of the contempt the aristocracy has for you comes from their fear that you will become Royalty. Every day, they (like me) become more certain that the two of you will be married. Confirming it will hardly make it much worse, now will it? Of course, Elsa will probably at least wait until this conspiracy is dealt with and everything's settled down, but..."

Knock knock.

Smiling knowingly, Gerda broke off her sentence and hurried to the door. She swung the wooden structure aside to reveal Elsa standing there expectancy.

"Sorry for interrupting," the Queen said as she walked into the parlor. "I just wanted to see how everything was progressing." Making her way to the seated Knight, she leaned down and placed a quick kiss on Anna's cheek. Her stomach fluttering, the younger woman managed a nervous smile.

Gerda said nothing. Anna knew it was to give her the chance to make the decision herself: lie to Elsa...or admit how abysmally these history lessons were going. Knowing that the truth would come out eventually and unable to muster the resolve to lie to the person who she had just screwed over, the Knight decided on the former option.

"I suck," Anna admitted forlornly. "I've been trying, and Gerda's a great teacher, but..."

Elsa frowned. "Gerda, could you give us a moment alone, please?" she requested. The maid nodded, bowed slightly, and left through the door, leaving Anna to bite her lip nervously and turn and face the Queen.

The moment the door shut, Elsa sat lightly in Anna's lap and wrapped a reassuring arm around her soldiers. "I know that, Anna. This is going to take time. But you have to keep going at it. It'll click soon enough. It's not surprising; you've barely had any education before..."

Though grateful for the encouragement, the Knight couldn't keep the irritation out of her voice. "It's not just that. I'm...slow. Gerda can deny it all she wants, but it's the truth," she declared bitterly. "You're welcome to lie and say I'm not."

The Queen shook her head slightly. "Maybe when it comes to this...you are," she agreed; the words surprised Anna so much that she nearly did a double take. "But so what? You're not stupid; memorizing facts from a page is just something you're not naturally good at. It's not surprising. You're an expert warrior who hates sitting still."

Despite herself, Anna couldn't help but smile. Elsa had managed to be both earnest and encouraging at the same time, something she hadn't thought possible. Must be all that diplomatic and rhetorical training.

"For this, we're not on a deadline. All you'll need when it comes to what Gerda's teaching you is a moderate level of knowledge. Kai's lessons are more important, and he's satisfied with how you're progressing." At the look of skepticism on the Knight's face, Elsa continued. "He would never lie to my face. Don't put too many expectations on yourself. No one is perfect."

Looking at the elegant, graceful, and intelligent Queen in front of her, Anna found it hard to agree. Still, she nodded.

"How are things going on your end?" the redhead questioned guiltily. "Please tell me that none of the provinces have revolted thanks to me."

The Queen offered her a small smile. "Of course not. No matter how angry they become, can you imagine any of the feckless conservative aristocrats rebelling against the all-powerful Ice Goddess that rules their kingdom with an iron fist? There's one thing they value more than their traditions: their lives," she replied with exaggerated pomposity.

Anna sighed, knowing Elsa was just trying to make her feel better. "I'm-" she opened her mouth to apologize for the hundredth and twenty-third time, but the Queen cut her off with a finger on her lips.

"Yes, it's giving me a lot of extra work. But for you, I'd go through all of the mountains of paperwork again ten times if I had to. You've told me not to feel guilty for my mistakes...mistakes that nearly lost you your life more than once. Now I'm asking you to do the same. Yes, you messed up, but I'm not going to have to risk my survival because of it," Elsa said firmly.

Sometimes, Anna knew, the hard part of being in love wasn't forgiving the other person. It was forgiving yourself. Elsa was right; she'd been beating herself up for days; it was exactly the kind of thing she'd criticized the Queen for doing in the past. And it would not do for a Knight of Arendelle to be hypocritical.

"This was never going to be easy. The Queen consorting with a commoner, and a female one at that. Not completely unprecedented, yes, but shocking to many regardless. Anna, if I wanted a hassle-less courtship, there are plenty of handsome nobles who would fall to their knees and plead for my hand. The life you've been jolted into is like nothing you've ever experienced before; you'll be out of your depth for some time. You made a mistake. You'll probably make more mistakes. And it doesn't matter. You're worth it."

Anna had nothing to say to that. Instead, all she did was lean her head into Elsa's neck and allow the Queen to stroke her hair soothingly.

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Elsa could have sat in Anna's arms all day, but she knew it would be rude to keep Gerda waiting for much longer. Reluctantly, she bade goodbye to her consort and left the room, promising to see Anna at dinner in a few hours.

She told Gerda to continue the lesson before walking down the hall. A stack of paperwork waited for her in her office, as it always did. And thanks to recent developments, it was considerably larger than it usually was. The Queen had told the truth; after her initial wave of anger had subsided, she couldn't really blame Anna for what had happened. But that didn't mean she couldn't still hate doing the paperwork.

"Your Majesty!"

The Queen turned around to see a young servant girl- Kayla, running after her. Coming to a stop several feet in front of Elsa, Kayla curtsied deeply before addressing her monarch.

"Yes?" Elsa questioned. This was odd. Typically, if someone needed something, one of the Castle's footrunners would be sent with a message, not a servant. But the Queen decided to shrug it off.

"Sorry, Your Majesty, but Lady Evangeline needs to speak with you immediately."

A jolt ran through the Queen. Had they succeeded? Was there finally a breakthrough at last? Thanking the girl, Elsa hurried through the hallways as quickly as she could while keeping her royal dignity intact. Reaching the door to Evangeline's office, she pushed it open anxiously.

What she found was the spymaster hunched over her desk, her usual stoic demeanor all but nonexistent. A light of triumph shined in Evangeline's eyes. Even more startlingly, her lips were curled upward to such an extent that Elsa could almost refer to her expression as a grin.

"They found her?" the Queen asked immediately.

Evangeline nodded. "Yes, Your Majesty," she nodded. The pleasure in her voice was palpable. "The operation went off without a hitch; Lord Deyer's guards surrendered without a fight. And she is where she belongs: safe and secure in the Castle dungeons."

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Ten minutes later, Elsa was descending the steps to the Castle's basement. Her heart was pounding. Before she told Anna, she needed to see this for herself. Still, exhilaration was sweeping through her; she had more than one reason to feel triumphant. Not only did they have a potentially conclusive lead on the conspiracy that had shadowed her for months. But ow, perhaps, the Queen could finally exact justice on the person who would dare torment her precious Anna.

Flanked by two Royal Guards, Elsa hurriedly made her way down the hallway where she was being kept...

It was her! Even though they had only met briefly, the other woman's face had been imprinted forever in Elsa's mind. Secured to the wall by a shackle on each limb and contained behind an array of steel bars, the bright blond air and dirty brown eyes gave her away immediately.

Chained to the wall in an upright position, Jocasta could do little more than stare at the floor. According to Evangeline, King David's former advisor had said little to her captors during the journey from Lucrania.

One of the spymaster's men had heard a rumor that she was staying on the estate of Lord Deyer, a noble who governed one of Lucrania's more remote provinces. After planning out and carrying an assault on the residence, Evangeline's forces had apparently succeeded in their mission with no loss of life.

Lord Deyer had been questioned, but his assertions that he knew nothing of the conspiracy had eventually been believed. Apparently, he had even been unaware that Jocasta was a wanted woman, simply sheltering her because of a past friendship and believing that she could be useful in the oncoming era of political strife. This made sense; Anna had been told that David was likewise ignorant of Jocasta's true allegiance, and it stood to reason that the rest of his country had been the same. No evidence of the slightest sort had been found on Deyer's estate, and eventually Evangeline's men had agreed to let him be if he allowed them to take Jocasta with no resistance.

He had agreed eagerly.

"Open the door," Elsa ordered one of her guards. Nodding, the man stepped forward and placed a key into the lock. The metal bars swung to the side with a low creak. Her gaze fixed on the prisoner who had not yet acknowledged the visitors, the Queen again spoke to her guards. "Leave us."

Without a word, the two men made their way back down the hall. And as Elsa took two purposeful steps into the cell, Jocasta finally lifted her head. The look in her eyes was...unsettling to say the least. The Queen had been always been adept at reading people's emotions. What she saw in Jocasta's face wasn't the fear and uncertainty that Elsa expected. It was confidence and...respect?

"Queen Elsa, it's an honor to meet Your Majesty once again," the other woman spoke, her voice devoid of sarcasm. Elsa's fingers twitched violently, itching to wrap themselves around the prisoner's throat.

"I will offer you one warning," Elsa hissed. "In my entire life, I have never despised someone more than I hate you. The rest of your days, whether ten years or fifty, are going to be spent in this cell; you will never leave this room alive. Answer my questions and I will restrain myself from torturing you. Refuse, and your life will become a living hell. What you did to Anna will be child's play compared to how I make you suffer."

Jocasta laughed slightly. "Is that what this is about? That little bitch? Honestly, Your Majesty, I thought I was doing you a favor by taking that piece of filth off of your hands. One day soon you'll probably thank me for..."

Elsa forgot about her royal authority, the thousands of men under her command, and even her powers. One thought filled her mind: the woman in front of her must suffer. As much as possible. As quickly as possible.

Wham! She lashed out with her right fist, hitting Jocasta just below the jaw. No sooner did Elsa register the explosion of pain in her knuckles then she had struck again, this time slamming her other hand into Jocasta's nose. The Queen heard a crack and relished the sound. She launched a fist forward a third time, punching the prisoner in the gut with enough force to slam her back against the wall.

The Queen stepped back, willing her bruised hands to heal as she surveyed the damage done to the other woman. Blood was streaming from a cut on her lip even as she desperately breathed for air, but none of that diminished the light of defiance that shone in her eyes. Grimacing, Elsa balled her fists and advanced on her prisoner.

"Your Majesty!"

The unexpected voice was just enough to shake the Queen out of her fury. Standing just outside of the cell was Evangeline; her face was etched with concern. "Your Majesty, I understand your anger, but lashing out with blind rage isn't going to get us anywhere. She knows we can't kill her; she won't fear for her life. This is going to take time and must be done with care."

Taking a deep breath, Elsa nodded. Jocasta wasn't going anywhere, she knew, and Evangeline was right. Their prisoner was an expert in torture and interrogation, surely she knew a thing or two about withstanding such measures herself. They had her at their mercy, but it wouldn't be easy to extract knowledge from her smirking lips.

But she was willing to sanction anything to see that happen. If there was a shred of doubt about Jocasta's guilt, Elsa would have treated her humanely. But there was none. She was part of a group that had waged war on Elsa's reign and nearly tortured one of the few people the Queen loved to death. When it came to this prisoner, there would be no restraint.

"Fine. Start tomorrow. We'll let her have some time alone to think about her future. Give her no food tonight, and only a single glass of water," the Queen ordered.

Evangeline bowed her head. "As you command, Your Majesty."

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Anna stepped out of the bath with a contented yawn; she always felt better after spending half an hour soaking in steaming hot water. Elsa's marble bathtub was even larger than the one in Anna's old room, and if she wasn't careful the Knight knew she could easily fall asleep in the soothing liquid.

After her lesson with Gerda had concluded (for better or worse), Anna had journeyed down to the courtyard for some combat training. No matter how angry she felt, the redhead always felt more relaxed after a few hours of whacking a target dummy and/or some of the Castle' resident soldiers to a bloody pulp.

The training grounds were perhaps the only public place in the Palace where Anna felt truly accepted. Drell, to her immense relief, had barely been fazed by the revelation of her past. He understood why she'd kept her thievery a secret, and in his view the newly anointed Knight had redeemed herself a hundred times over.

But now that most of the truth was out, Anna decided that her instructor deserved to know the full story. She told him about how she'd really come into contact with the Queen for the first time: attempted burglary. All he'd said in response was that in letting her go Elsa had made 'The most fortuitous decision of her entire life.'

The men she trained with, for the most part, had similar attitudes. They were well aware that if Anna had wanted to harm the Queen, she could have done it long ago. The Royal Guards had spread the story of her last stand against David's hordes, and the result of that sacrifice was still clear for all to see. At the very least, they could respect her as a fellow warrior.

There were traditionalists among them, of course, who shared the opinions of the more conservative members of the military. But none of the Castle's soldiers who had liked her before had changed their opinions based on this new information. She'd never stolen from any of them, after all.

Now dressed in one of her casual daily outfits, Anna couldn't resist the urge to unceremoniously collapse onto the bed. Despite her enhanced energy, it was still very possible for her to become naturally tired, and a lesson with Gerda combined with a long session of swordsmanship training was enough to wear her out. Laying on top of the smooth sheets, Anna closed her eyes. Elsa would be expecting her for dinner soon, she knew, but there was nothing wrong with resting for a few minutes. Especially when the bed was so soft...

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She awoke to a gentle pressure on her lips.

Anna's eyes shot open to reveal Elsa above her; the Queen was smirking as she placed a chaste kiss on her lips. Still far too out of it to respond, Anna tried to blink the sleep out of her eyes as Elsa pulled back.

"Sorry," she mumbled. "Did I miss dinner?"

The Queen nodded. "I'll have something brought up for you. I came to find you two hours ago, but I decided to let you sleep. Don't worry, there's not much on my plate tomorrow, so we can sleep in for a bit."

"Good," Anna replied. "I'm exhausted."

Elsa raised a hand to her lips, stifling a short giggle. "Even so, I don't know how you managed to doze off so easily. It's not dark out yet...and you aren't even using a pillow. Or a blanket, for that matter."

Yawning, the Knight lifted her head off of Elsa's sheets, doing her best to inconspicuously wipe away the drool that had made its way from her mouth onto the covers. A raised eyebrow from the Queen confirmed her failure.

"Hey, there were nights when I had to sleep in a snowy alleyway; sometimes it couldn't have been much more than thirty degrees out. Forget pillows, I considered myself lucky to have a log to rest my head on." Anna's tone was light, but Elsa's face still fell noticeably upon her words. The Queen's eyes were suddenly planted firmly on the floor.

Anna frowned. "You don't always have to look so guilty whenever I bring up my past," she said, rising to her feet. "It's not like it was your fault. I mean...you're the reason my life's not like that anymore!"

Elsa sighed. "I know, but I still feel...responsible, in a way. While I was Queen, living in luxury with plenty of it to spare, you were suffering in the cold. I can make your life better now, but there's nothing I can do to erase the years when you slept in the snow. It's foolish, I know...we had never even met, but you were still my subject and it was my duty to care for you. And of all the people in Arendelle, you were the last person who deserved to suffer so."

"You can't do everything," Anna pointed out. "Even the Ice Queen isn't all powerful. You and your parents have done more for the poor than any of Arendelle's previous Kings and Queens ever did. That orphanage was built under your father's orders, and since you took over you've increased funding for the Crown's charities." She moved forward on the bed, taking Elsa's hands into her own. "And every moment of hunger and cold, and growing up without love...it was worth it to meet you."

In a single motion, Elsa sat down onto the bed and wrapped Anna into her arms, taking the Knight into a fierce embrace that Anna gladly returned.

It was several minutes until Elsa spoke again.

"Anna," the Queen finally prompted, whispering into her consort's ear. "There's something you need to know."

The Knight's grin faded. She pulled back somewhat, keeping her arms firmly on Elsa's shoulders but giving herself enough room to stare into the Queen's eyes. "Okay," she replied nervously. "Uh...what is it?"

"Jocasta," Elsa began. Unbeknownst to her, the name alone immediately sent shivers down Anna's spine. "Evangeline's men found her; she's chained in the Castle dungeons. I'm going to make her tell us everything she knows. If she refuses, she'll suffer for what she...did to you. And if she tells me what I want to know...well, she'll suffer anyway."

A dark dungeon, lit only by the flaming brand clutched in Jocasta's fingers. Anna burned. She cried, begged...but there was nothing that could stop the pain. The only reaction elicited by her pleas was a widening of Jocasta's grin. The brand pressed further into her flesh...

It took several seconds for Anna's awareness to return to the present. The Queen's eyes were fixed on her face. There had been an undertone of triumph in Elsa's voice, no doubt, but also a flicker of uncertainty. Anna knew the Queen was wondering how she would take the news.

She was wondering that herself. It didn't seem real. After escaping from Elsa's wrath so cleverly and haunting Anna's dreams with a fiendish consistency, for her to suddenly be captured...the most dangerous piece of all had been abruptly removed from the chessboard.

And Anna felt invigorated.

"I need to see her," the Knight said suddenly. "She needs to know I'm alive; I need to look into her face and tell that bitch that she failed. I'm free and she's in chains. I want to see her chained like the vermin she is."

To Anna's shock, Elsa shook her head. "That's not a good idea, Anna. I know you weathered her torture fairly well, but seeing her face-to-face might trigger some ingrained trauma. You've recovered...mostly," she said. "There's no reason to risk a relapse."

You're wrong. You have no idea of what I see at night. What I see during the day. I can't even look at a flame without feeling nervous. What's going to happen the next time I have to protect you? How can I fight your attackers if I'm too busy facing the phantoms of my own mind?

"I think it would help," she replied truthfully. "I trust you completely, you know that, but my mind needs to...see it to believe it. I wouldn't hurt her or anything like that; I know you need to interrogate her. But I have to face her. I have to tell her she has no power over me."

Elsa frowned. "No, Anna. We don't know how you'll react. You're still -clearly- suffering from your imprisonment to an extent. I thought..." her voice briefly became uncertain. "But no matter what, speaking with her face to face would only make it worse. She's not going to give you any satisfaction, and she's certainly an expert at psychological manipulation, given her area of expertise. I won't allow you to face a relapse."

"You think you can stop me?" Anna challenged.

"If I have to, I'll order the guards to bar you from the dungeons. I'd rather not; it would undermine your reputation and we certainly don't need that at the moment, but I will if you force my hand," the Queen promised. "Don't you see, Anna, Jocasta probably wants you to visit her; it would give her a chance to break you further. Isn't knowing that she's suffering down there, completely under my power...is that not enough?"

The Knight dipped her head, knowing she wasn't going to win this argument. "Fine," she conceded.

Elsa gave her a single, unsuspecting smile. "Good. The last thing you need is to play right into her hands. But she will suffer, I promise. No one...no one, hurts you and lives to regret it. I can't kill her, but she'll eventually wish that I did."

The words brought Anna back to a night nearly six months prior. Prince Alec had tried to rape her within the halls of this very Castle. Anna hadn't known it at the time, but Elsa had come incredibly close to striking him down then and there. The only reasons he left Arendelle unharmed were due to the need to keep up trade with Westphalia for the good of Arendelle's people and the fact that he hadn't actually managed to harm her.

When considering a woman who had successfully tortured her for days and had utterly nothing protecting her from Elsa's wrath...Anna was glad that she wasn't in Jocasta's shoes.

And tonight, she was going to tell her that.

Responses:

Scratchx: Lorana thought she was doing the right thing, but it's kind of hard to forgive her.

WinterWolfDragon: Yeah, Anna isn't a lucky person.

Memnonic: No slack! Okay, maybe a little…Remember, all of these schemes are connected.

ElectraRed: Elsa has plenty of enemies…

RisingDaemon: I'm not sure if ansiest is a word or not, but you'll feel it!

FrozenFairyTales: Soon, hopefully.

Snowboardgurl: It wouldn't be pretty, that's for sure.

Mpsantiago: Might be a bit early for that. But if she survives a revolt, who knows?

Moonwatcher13: It wasn't anything important, Elsa was just going to ask if Anna had enough food in the orphanage.

Yuiiub: No spoilers.

3Gs: I wouldn't want to be in their shoes.

FreelanceBum: True enough.

MasterBlackCrow: Elsa isn't helpless herself.

BlackMistBeast: All will be clear in time.

Jascmaster: I think she'd be merciful…okay maybe not.

Shtoops: No problem!

Syrathia: You won't have to wait long.

Tithia: I'm not nearly that good, but thanks!

Leelan: Probably not 200, but it will be long.

PascalDragon: There's always something they have to deal with.

Sedryn: Yes they are.

Pyshoakuma: In Elsa's defense, only the nobles who lived in the capital city (who are less conservative than the others) were invited, and those who were very against Anna simply didn't come. If Lorana didn't have such a detailed memory, it would have gone perfectly.

Yeah, that might be going a little bit overboard. Now if people actually revolt, then maybe it's a different story.

ClaireCooper: Exactly.

Tithi: Yeah, Anna's blade was intentionally made much colder than Elsa's other ice, in order for even glancing blows to be potentially crippling to opponents. I think it's discussed in Chapter 31.

Praceps-UK: Hope you keep reading!

Raven: Thanks!

JPElles: Just wait.

Darthvaderisnotme: Well said. And yes, that's why the sword affected Anna while Elsa's other ice didn't.

Wenkan: Sorry for keeping you so long!

LightningDragon: That's a pretty accurate assessment. The lower and middle classes think: 'Hey, she's dating one of us? Cool.' And Anna never stole from any of them.

Arekanderu: Thank you!