Hey there! So I've recently joined the Helsa ship (still sailing on the Jelsa liner haha) and out of boredom I've started to write a new story! Yay! This is told in first person, between Elsa and Han's point of view (it'll change every chapter or so). This fic is a bit more mature. It feels kind of weird writing about sensual things that ecventaually happen, so please bear with me. For now. But otherwise, please enjoy!
I remember first laying eyes on him that night, out of pure confusion really. Never did I begin to imagine that we would ever cross paths again. I suppose we're really not as different as I thought we were. He made me feel like I could talk to someone, other than my sister of course. But you, my kjære. When you first opened your eyes, i suddenly fell in love in a way I could never fathom in a million years. The first time I held you in my arms, just seconds old, I knew at that moment that my life was about to change for the better. I wish he was here to see you, elske. But if only he know that you were here. That was the one mistake I made. My little one, what I'm about to tell you, not even your aunt knows the entire story, is how I came to meet you. how I met him. Him.
It all happened to take place on a very boring Julaften. Usually the annual Yule Ball is in full swing, I make sure of it. This year not so much. I've spent months trying to make this Yule Ball like no one has ever seen. But, sadly, no one was able to see it. A blizzard, A BLIZZARD for gods sake, decided to make its grand entrance merely two hours before the ball. I can assure you, this was NOT my fault, this time around.
I panicked. Of course I panicked. Weeks and months of planning, suddenly being drop-kicked over the palace walls and into the fjord. I'm not sure if this is what i get for forgetting to invite someone. I swear I didn't forget to. *cough* Wesselton *cough*. In the mid-afternoon of that wonderful Jul (insert eye roll), I sat in my office, contemplating to whether just hold the Ball for palace staff, or just cancel it altogether. There were only a few of us, after all.
I hear a knock at my door, that familiar red braided sister of mine poked her head into my office with a confused look on her face.
"Don't tell me you're spending Julaften cooped up here by yourself,' Anna says, pulling a chair up at the opposite side of my desk.
"I sure don't plan on it," I say, neatly stacking a pile of forms onto the face of my desk. "And i didn't plan for a blizzard to roar through Arendelle, if you were curious."
"I kind of assumed you didn't, silly," Anna giggles. I swear, my sisters smile brightens my day. "that's why I came up here to come get you. So you won't be a hermit."
"A hermit, huh?" I cock my right eyebrow. "How many people should we be expecting tonight?"
"Five, excluding you," Anna says. "Kris, myself, Kai, Gerda and...that one guy who tried to kill me," She says, her voice getting progressively softer.
I bite my lip. I don't need Anna knowing I keep in contact with him. I know i probably shouldn't, but I can't help but feel a bit sorry for Hans. Well, of course he tried to kill me with a sword, but...there's something biting at the back of my neck that says, turn the other cheek Elsa.
"I don't know why you invited him," She pouts, crossing her arms. "I don't want anything to do with him."
"I didn't intend for that," I say, sighing. "I invited him to talk. Face to face like adults."
Anna sits straight up and raises her brow. I know that look. She's not really happy with me at the moment. "You? Him? ALONE?"
"There's no need for you to get so upset, Anna," I say. "I'm perfectly capable of handling a situation if something were to happen."
"Yeah, like him chopping your head off with a sword," Anna mumbles.
"I heard that," I say, kicking her leg under the desk.
"HEY!" She exclaimed. "What gives?"
"Why don't you go down and check to see if our "guest" has arrived. And YOU be on your best behavior," I say. As much as I love my sister, she can be a bit..much to handle, especially when it comes to something she doesn't quite agree with.
"Ugh, fine," Anna rolls her eyes. "I can't guarantee that I won't use the stink eye on him though."
"As long as he's in one piece, that's all I ask of you Anna," I say, my hand slipping to one of the drawers, ready to pull it out once she leaves.
"No promises, Els" Anna says. "Do I need to get a guard to escort him?"
"No guard, Anna," I say. "I'll be down in a little to help, just let me finish a letter, alright?"
"yeah, yeah," Anna says. "See you down there."
She leaves. FINALLY. I whip open the drawer, pulling out an unopened tan envelope. i carefully open the fold, pulling out a snow-white piece of paper with lovely handwriting etched on the page.
"It's great to hear back from you, Elsa. Wait..maybe i should stick to Your Majesty. Unless you still want me to address you formally, please tell me when i arrive. I'm looking forward to the Yule Ball. Although, I'm sure a few select people won't appreciate my being there. I do want to thank you. You seem to be the only one who is willing to listen to me via writing. No one seems to want to do that, even before everything that happened. I should return to Lars. he gets really cranky if I don't play chess with him at three in the afternoon. On the dot.
Best Regards,
Hans"
I feel my cheeks redden, and a smile crawling upon my lips. Do i have feelings for him? Wait..what am I thinking. Of course not. Maybe this is what a crush feels like... No. I shake my head. How can I have a crush on someone I don't even know, let alone communicate with on a regular basis. I guess it COULD happen. But, Hans and I? I don't think it's possible. I don't know! Although... I feel much more open when i write him. I highly doubt he has the same feelings. yeah, he probably doesn't.
"Elsa, HE'S here," Anna glared in the direction of the palace doors. "I'm not sure it's a good idea, Elsa."
I turn around, my cream-colored skirts spinning around as i face my sister. I fold my hands at my abdomen and take a short breath. "I've already asked Finn to escort him to my office. We shouldn't be too long," I say, turning to go up the staircase.
"Elsa," Anna says, grabbing my wrist. "Be careful," I can see the fear in her eyes.
"Anna, we'll be fine. It will only take a few minutes. If we aren't done in half an hour, I give you permission to barge in," I assure my sister.
"You bet I'll- HEY. I don't barge in.. Do it?"
I laugh, shaking my head. "No, silly. But really, please send him in one piece."
I sit at my desk and wait. I take a pen and begin tapping it on the desk. Where in the world is he? Whoops, got ink on my desk cover. I toss the pen back into its drawer. I can understand that there's a blizzard outside, but it's been almost ten minutes. Where in the world are you?
-knock knock-
My ears perk up, i softly gasp. "Come in," I say. My office door slowly opens and I stand up, brushing my skirt off. Why did i do that, I didn't even get anything on it. I clear my throat and fold my hands in front of my waist. In steps a black boot. I gulp. Followed by a blue panted leg, a white coat and...the most beautiful green eyes. Holy cats those eyes are gorgeous. SNAP OUT OF IT, ELSA. "Hello, Hans," I say, slightly bowing my head down, trying so so hard to hide my blushing cheeks.
"Your majesty," He bows. I lift my head up, me eyes falling to his lovely ginger hair. "Or, do i call you Elsa?"
"ELSA," I squeak. "I uh...mean, Elsa." I clear my throat. "Elsa is fine," I say. I try to move my legs, but they feel like jelly. Am I really falling for someone when I'm trying to be professional? Stop it! "i was very happy you were able to attend tonight," I say. "Your family must be missing you."
"Of course they aren't," Hans rubbed the back of his neck. "I'm not everyone's favorite person..."
"Oh...right,," I blush. "Would you care to sit down?" He steps closer to me.
"Of course," He says. I gulp.
"Here...uh," I say, my hands fumbling behind me to pull out a chair. "We have so much to talk about," My cheeks get even redder as he approaches me.
"Elsa, are you alright?" He asks, concerned.
"I-I'm fine...' You liar, you are not. He takes my hand and holds it in his. Wow, his hands are warm. *GASP* HE'S LOOKING RIGHT AT ME. WHAT DO I DO.
"You're trembling," He says with much concern, gently squeezing my hand. "What's wrong?"
"N-nothing," I lie, my cheeks are probably as red as a tomato. "It's just that..."
"What?" He asks.
"I..."
"You what?" He puts his hand on my forehead. "You don't have a fever,"
"Oh...I think i do.." I mutter out loud. "I...no, I don't mean that.. I..." I find my face getting slightly closer to his. Did he put his hand behind my head while I wasn't paying attention? "Hans.."
"Elsa," He softly says, our hands falling to the side. I can smell his wonderful cologne. Not too overpowering. it smells like fathers..
"Hans," I say, closing my eyes.
"I have something to tell you," he says.
"yes?" I feel the heat from his skin radiate onto mine. He's so warm. My eyes softly flutter. What in the world is happening to me? Holy cat's I'm falling for Hans.
"I think.."
"Yeah?" I sigh.
"I may have fallen for someone..." he says.
"She's a lucky girl," I say, our eyes locking.
"Indeed she is," He says, our lips getting closer and closer together. "Even though...we never really...met properly.."
"Hans.." I say, finally giving in, our lips pushing together. I can feel his hand travel down the small of my back. I know that Anna would be absolutely outraged if she were to come in here and see us like this. Should I keep going? I really like this, the feel of his lips on mine. how he's supporting me so I won''t fall back- Wait. What am I doing? We-we can't be doing this! I slightly pull away. "We should, erm, meet everyone downstairs in the study," I say.
He smiles at me, stroking my cheek. Hey now, I'm not a cat. "r-right," he blushes. "I guess we can pick this up later, so we can can talk."
"And then after- hic-, that," Anna hiccuped, her face as red as a cherry after consuming four glasses of very potent champagne. "We werr like, eat mah anlersss suckerr.."
"Anna," Kristoff blushed. "I think you've had enough champagne," he says, trying to help her stand up from the couch.
"I'm fffine mister," She says. "I know when I sshould stop," She hiccups again, flopping into her husbands arms.
"And this is the part where I say goodnight to my little sister," I whisper to Hans. I set my flute of champagne on the table, mind you I've barely had one. With Kristoff, I walk with them to their bedroom, pulling the covers back so Kristoff can lay Anna in the bed.
"I'm sorry if she got a bit..handsy tonight," Kristoff rubbed the back of his neck. Usually she isn't this bad with champagne when we have guests."
"I think it's because of our guest," I blush. "She doesn't like the fact I'm the one who invited him here,"
"I think people deserve a second chance," Kristoff says, kissing Anna on the forehead. "Even if said person tried to kill you and leave Anna to die."
"Y-yeah," I say, pushing my bangs behind my ear. "I agree.'
"Elsa, can I say something about something I've noticed about tonight?"
"Sure," I raise my brow.
"It's nothing bad at all. I've noticed that you've started to get close to Hans. Like, your arm wrapped in his as we went from the dining room to the study, and your cheeks blushing when he makes you smile,'
"Are you insinuating that I have feelings for Hans?"
"N-no, I'm just happy to see you've gotten comfortable with someone other than Anna. I'm a bit surprised that it's Hans, but if he makes you happy, I'm happy.'
Oh Kris, you big bear. I wrap my arms around his broad chest, gently patting his back. "This is why I like you," I say. "You're very honest and I'm glad Anna chose you."
"Shucks, Elsa," Kristoff blushed. "You've told me that so many times,"
"It's starting to sound redundant in my own head," I giggle. "Well, I should get back to Hans."
"Go ahead, I've got Miss Tipsy under control," Kristoff insists, brushing her cheek. He's so good with her.
"Wait, you mean to tell me that you nearly fell off of the clock tower because you were sick?" Hans asked as he took a bite of shortbread.
"Of all days, it HAD to be Anna's birthday," I say, tucking my feet under my knees. "I wanted to give her a birthday like she's never had, but...of course I runied it."
"Ah, well, at least you didn't fall to your death," He smiled.
"Right?" I say, taking a sip of champagne. After only one glass, I can start to feel the effects of the champagne. Gerda was right, this stuff is potent. "Well, I think I should probably get some rest to rid the champagne from my system.
"I'll walk you up" Hans said, standing up from the couch.
I swing my legs out to stand on the ground. Instead of taking a step forward, like I fully intended to, I begin to sway and flop forawrd. Hans catches me, thankfully I didn't hit the ground. "Maybe I shouldn't have had any champagne at all.." I say.
"Here, let me carry you," He says. "The more bubbles, the more potent it is. Don't want you toppling down the stairs,"
I reluctantly nod and wrap my arms around his neck. He scoops me up bridal style, my skirts draped over his arms, and carries me into the main reception room, beginning our trek up the stairs. Gosh, he's strong. And he's so warm. I let my head fall onto his chest, his hearbeat drumming in my ears. My eyes feel droopy, the pictures on the walls becoming a blur as we make it to the top of the stairs.
"Which room?"
"Second one...on the right.." I sleepily say. I hear him open the door. We enter my room, dark except for the light of the moon shining onto my bed. With one hand, he pulls back the sheets, placing me onto the soft mattress. He gently cups my cheek and kisses it.
"Goodnight, your majesty," He says.
"Goodnight, Hans," I yawn. My eyes fall heavy as he closes the door behind me.