Chapter Seventy-Nine:

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"Do you even cook?" Hans asked from across the kitchen and watched as Elsa scrambled around the kitchen for a suitable pot for their dinner.

"Yes," She said and glared at him momentarily. "Don't underestimate my mother's teaching, or I'll hit you with this frying pan." Elsa said and pulled out a dark frying pan. "Rapunzel told me they work well."

"No, no," Hans said and crossed the room. "Put down the weapon, darling." He smiled and took the frying pan. "I know how to cook, let me help." He smiled and took out a large black pot and set it on the gas stove.

"I've got it." She said and poured water into the pan, then placed the noodles beside her on the counter.

"You're quite stubborn." He said but smiled. "I love you."

"And I love you." She whispered and they kissed for a second before hearing a knock on the door.

"Jesus, we've only been gone for a few hours and someone is already bothering us?" He said and made his way through the house and opened the front door to find a small older woman standing with a smile. "Excuse me, miss? How can I help you?" He asked and looked over at Elsa briefly then back to the woman.

"I have been told by the forest spirits you have been newly married." She said and Hans nodded slowly. The woman slowly pushed past Hans and crossed to Elsa, as if she knew exactly where she was.

"Um," Elsa said and stared down at the old woman. Elsa looked over her shoulder at Hans, he stood very close to them if anything would be going wrong. "Do I know you?"

"You are Queen Elsa of Arendelle, dearie. I will not hurt you so please tell your husband to become comfortable." She smiled and Elsa looked up to Hans, giving him a small smile.

"And what is your name?"

"You can call me Sia."

"Okay," She nodded. "Is that your real name?"

"Of course, dear. I would never lie to you."

"What are you doing here then? How did you know we were here?"

"One question at a time, dear." She said and clapped her hands together. "I am here to bless your marriage to Mr. Hans, also to bless you with a child."

"Oh." Elsa nodded, smiling down at the older woman. "Please, continue." She said. She was respectful of the woman, even if it all seemed a little ridiculous.

"Thank you, my lady." She smiled and laid a hand on her own forehead then place a hand flat on Elsa's stomach, muttering different words and ancient phrases to bless her with a child. "I have blessed you and your marriage. May your child be as beautiful as you, my dear." She smiled and removed her hands, placing them at her sides.

"Thank you." Elsa smiled and smoke puffed all around the old woman, making Elsa cough and gag on the contaminated air. When the smoke cleared the lady was gone, making Elsa question if she was ever even there with them. "That was strange." Elsa said and noticed the water was boiling. She added the raw noodles to the pan and stirred them around. "You should lock the doors," She said to Hans. "And the windows." She added and he nodded, closing and locking the front door and sealing the main floor windows tightly.

"Do you actually think she blessed you with a child?" Hans asked while watching the pan of water boil and bubble around.

"No," She shook her head. "Well, yes. I respect her completely and what she believes in, but doesn't it take a man and a women to have a child, not a blessing?"

"Yes, but how did she even find the house? It's pretty far out and away from anyone."

"That threw me for a spin too." She said and wrapped her arms around Hans' waist. She looked up at his handsome face and beautiful eyes and smiled, leaning up to kiss him. "Either way, she wishes us a child and a good marriage."

"And I'm thankful for that." He smiled and kissed Elsa passionately for a second or two before Elsa pushed him off of her.

"I have to keep up with the noodles so I don't overcook them or let them stick to the bottom." She said and pinched his cheek in a cute way. "We'll have time for kisses and loving later. I promise." She smiled and lifted one of the small elbow noodles to Hans' mouth, bringing it to him to try it.

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