A/N: This story is a series of writings based on the prompts for Tumblr's Helsa week.

Prompt for day 1 - Falling For You. Elsa slowly struggles with her growing feelings for Hans.

The feelings swirling within her grew slowly, so slowly that at first she did not even notice them. It began in trivial seemingly innocent ways. Her heart would warm as he pressed a lingering kiss to her cheek in the dead of night. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach as he approached her.

It was easy enough to ignore them in the beginning. Occasionally she would pretend to be asleep after one of their 'meetings'. She would let him hold her and listen to him sleep, enjoying the warmth of his embrace. It doesn't mean anything, she convinced herself. In her blissful state it was easier to push her thoughts aside and curl into him for the night than it was to deny herself this small pleasure.

Morning was always a cruel awakening. In the daylight it was not as easy to disregard the affections turning her. She would leave him then, without word or note. The previous night she tended to blame on solitude and a need for release. Conceal, don't feel. Those days were spent as far from his as she could manage, but each night she found him again. And like a feather drifting towards the ground, she fell for him.

His lips were always what she missed first. She longed for their soft pink sweetness against hers, their hot kiss against her skin. His taste was indescribable. It became a drug that she craved. In her moments of loneliness and withdrawal she could almost feel them against her neck, brushing her ear as he whispered to her.

She hungered for his hands. The rough callouses tickling her satiny skin as he showed her how much he had missed her. Thinking of his smart fingers skillfully unfastening the ties of her dress made her blush and long for him. She looked to her hands and couldn't help, but remember the way his seemed to fit hers perfectly. But what she loved most about his hands was the softness they took when he played with her hair on the nights she stayed with him.

As her attachments to him grew she missed his eyes, the way the green pools darkened when he looked at her. She loved their color, the flecks of green and blue hiding in them. The understanding that hid within them shocked her. They never lied to her. It scared her sometimes how much of herself she could see reflected in them. Far more terrifying was the feeling of safety that overcame her when she discovered herself in them.

The more she indulged herself, the more she could not endure the distance between them. She yearned for his smooth burgundy hair between her fingers. She craved his smile and the high she felt when he shared it with her. On the nights she couldn't sleep, she hungered for his warmth next to her. She even longed to hear his quiet snoring.

She hated suffering her nightmares alone and wished he was always there to wake her from them, to soothe her. During their nights together he would wrap himself around her and whisper to her, his velvety voice calming her, pulling her back to reality. He was her anchor back to the world. In her solitary state she hated herself for being so weak as to want him to hold her. You don't need him.

Realizing the deep root of her feelings, she struggled to cut them out. He can't know. She spent a week away from him. Each day was grimmer than the last, each night, colder. Her emotions fought against her. She tried to hate him. He had nearly killed her and her sister a lifetime ago. Now he had broken her. She should hate him for those crimes. She wished she could, but every time she closed her eyes she saw his perfect smile, his eyes showing her the way he truly felt. She abided the distance as best as she could, but his gravity pulled her to him no matter how she resisted.

On the seventh night she could stay away no longer. She searched until she found him sleeping in his room. Sealing the door behind her, she watched him. Her stomach knotted itself as she watched his chest rise and fall. Her heart sped up as she stepped closer. Catching sight of his shirt on the table, adrenaline pulsed through her. Before she could change her mind, she untied her dress, threw it on the floor, and slipped into the plain white button up.

The shirt was still warm from its' previous wearer. His familiar scent overwhelmed her. "Hans," the name a sigh against her lips. Suddenly everything was still. She was calm, safe. The quiet was broken by a small snore from the man across the room. A grin crept onto her lips.

Tiptoeing across the room, she approached the bed. She pulled back the blankets, revealing his shirtless form. She gasped slightly, still entranced by him. The moments hesitation caused her to lose her nerve. This was a bad idea. She turned to leave, but the floorboard beneath her squeaked, betraying her. The noise woke him. He blinked slowly, taking in the woman before him. "Elsa? I didn't think you would come back." He sat up and reached for her. She sat down next to him, hesitantly.

"I didn't either." He caught her hand with his, intertwining their fingers, and pressed it to his lips making her shudder. "I tried, but it seems I can't escape you."

Hans smiled all thoughts of sleep disappearing. His eyes bore into hers. "I'm glad." He puled her to him, catching her lips in a kiss. She fell into him, her fears forgotten. His hands grazed her side bringing him to notice what she was wearing. He chuckled as he took her in and began working with the buttons. "You should keep this one, it looks good on you." She hummed in response. Popping the last button, he freed it from her arms and threw it to the floor. "But right now, I think I like it better on the floor. "

She laughed as he pressed a kiss to her throat. Twisting her fingers into his hair, she pulled his mouth back up to hers. All of the unsaid words between them they each poured into the kiss. Words he wasn't ready to say, and she wasn't ready to hear.

They both knew they couldn't remain buried forever. One day he would tell her. One day she would let herself love him.