Hans-x-Elsa

Author's Note: Read Part I here / Part II here / Part III here / Part IV here / Part V here / Part VI here / Part VII here / Part VIII here / Part IX here / Part X here. »»————-　❈　————-«« Epilogue “Your Majesty! Many hearty congratulations to you!” The king bites the inside of his cheek to keep from frowning at the interruption; the offending duke is never one for subtlety at public events, and this one is no exception. He smiles as he turns from his conversation with the Portuguese ambassador, who looks less than thrilled at the intrusion. “Welcome, Sir Alan. It’s a pleasure to see you again.” The duke’s chest puffs out at the acknowledgment. “Indeed. I remember attending many glorious Christmas dinners in the Isles under your father’s reign, God rest his and your brothers’ souls. I hope Arendellian hospitality might improve to match it, under yours.” The king’s lips twitch as he gestures to the Great Hall, full of laughing guests, music, and light. “I’m sure you can see that it