Elsa knew that she was falling in love.

She had no idea why. If someone had introduced her to Farquaad in her youth as potential husband material, she would have been adamant that he could never be her type in a million years. And yet, here she was, falling.

The sunlight woke her, and she was surprised to find her husband already awake, wrapped in a dark red robe, and fixing them both a drink at the bar. She blinked, turning over and realising that her hair was a mess, and that she must have fallen asleep almost instantly after their love-making. Almost shyly, she pulled the covers around herself...

Duloc was somewhat different in style to Arandell, but Elsa had to admit that there was still an elegant charm about the place. The schloss was huge, much larger than she had been expecting, and painted white, like marble, practically glowing like snow on a mountain in the sunlight. Elsa sucked in her breath as the carriage swept through the streets, which were packed with people, all standing behind velvet ropes being manned Von guards in armour, calling out and cheering.

“What are they doing?” she asked.

Farquaad smiled. “Waiting to see me, and my new bride. It gets a bit tedious sometimes,...