The Thaw
The coming spring was more than just a return of the flora and fauna, more than just the melting of the mountain snow… To Anna, this particular spring would be a rebirth for her whole life, along with the rebirth of her country. Taking in a deep breath, she smiled as she joyfully waltzed through the castle, swinging open every window she found. Not noticing at all the slight dust starting to collect on the edge of her brand new, feathery soft yellow gown. Stealing flowers from every vase and silently decorating her hair she danced from room to room, decorating the picture frames. And the maid's apron. And maybe the candle sticks could use some more color… Noticing the growing music coming from downstairs, her waltz turned into a tango of running quickly, but awkwardly doing her best to not trip. Her cheeks began to burn as she watched the flurry of activity in the foyer, people carrying an assortment of food, furniture, and gifts. As much as she adored parties, this particular one… was very extra special.
"Good morning, you look beautiful." A soft voice echoed above her. Slightly startled, Anna looked over her shoulder, and gasped happily at the sight of her sister.
"Elsa! Good morning!" she threw her arms around her, immediately remembering how it usually makes the queen uncomfortable to be embraced dramatically. She blushed as she pulled back and bowed in respect. "Your majesty." She laughed. "Thank you so much... You look beautiful as well, as always." She beamed, as they slowly made their way down the spiraling staircase. Elsa's smile was warmer than usual too… She giggled. "I'd say that maybe you're glowing."
"Me, glow?" Elsa laughed in disbelief. "Could it just be that I'm happy that my sister is growing up?" As they reached the floor, Elsa did something even more unusual. She wrapped her warms around Anna, and embraced her completely. "Today, we celebrate your engagement… And soon…" she pulled away, her eyes locking into her little sister's, her palms gripping her shoulders. "You'll be wedded." Anna gasped and immediately turned redder than her braided hair. She clapped her hands and spun in place.
"Yeah! I know! Isn't this just, the BEST!?" she sang, throwing her hands up in the air. "Best spring ever!" Elsa laughed and held her hands up, covering her mouth, doing her best to hold back. Anna just then realizing that, not only was her normally cold sister wasn't just… warmer in appearance, and in her laugh… But she was even wearing a completely new color gown. It wasn't blue at all! She gasped. "Your dress, Elsa, wow…!" They stopped laughing as Elsa stepped back, eyes widening, looking down at her gown and holding out her arms.
"What?" Do I look awful?" she looked at Anna in horror, the color flowing out of her cheeks.
"No! That's.. not it at all!" Anna held her sister's hand, and gently coaxed her out into the early morning sunlight. "I mean... Just, look at you! You're not just beautiful, you're… Gorgeous! Who knew pink was your color." Anna smiled eared to ear, sighing as Elsa blushed and looked back down at what she was wearing. A simply, flowing soft pink gown with a medium train… embroidered in small floral detail. Different shades of pink were woven into her braid, which hung gently on her back, covering what the dress didn't.
"…You, really like it? Really?" she laughed nervously, holding her elbow one hand.
"Is it new?" Anna picked up the train and studied it closely. "Ooh, so pretty." Her eyes widened. Elsa smirked and pulled it back from her fingers.
"Actually... " she sighed, " This was mothers." Anna stepped back again. "Today was really, special, to you, and Kristoff, and… The country. And the world." Elsa gulped. "I wasn't sure… Exactly, what do wear, or do, or even… Say on your engagement celebration… But most importantly, I wanted to do… Whatever I could to make you smile, because… I know mother wants us to smile, together." Anna quickly threw her arms back around her queen and silent tears were shared between them, not caring who saw.
"I love you so much Elsa." Anna smiled, wiping away her tears, only slightly smearing her eye makeup. Elsa smiled back and tried to wipe away the tiny line the tear left.
"And I love you so much too, my dear Anna." She sighed happily. They shared a few minutes of silence, smiling endlessly at each other, glowing in the happy spring sun, enjoying every precious second of that happiness. They all have come so far, so fast, in the past four years that had conspired since the storm. Of course there was friction, there comes so much responsibility of ruling an entire country by yourself, and at the same time, there was so much joy to share throughout the land, and in their hearts. Elsa was more than happy to change the laws to allow Anna to have her biggest wish granted, to marry the man she truly loved. And she had all the faith in the world that they would have a bright and happy future. Giving them her blessing was the greatest gift she could give. But, their moment was ended abruptly by the sounds of storming solider footsteps in the palace.
"Your majesty, I'm so sorry to interrupt." A solider ran right between them, breathing heavily, holding several heavy envelops. Others were right behind them, all bowing before their majesty and the princess. "There is… Terrible news. I apologize for these messages on such an glorious day my majesties." Tears welled in his eyes and he kneeled. The rest followed suit, and the flurry of noise turned into a painful stillness.
"Terrible… News?" Anna's smiled vanished, her heart sinking into her stomach." What happened!? Where's Kristoff!" she demanded. Elsa quickly ripped open the biggest seal of the biggest letter and began to read, stepped back into the shadow from the doorway.
"My princess, please, Kristoff is fine." Anna frowned.
"I demand for one of you to send word to him, bring him to us at once." Elsa meanwhile read slower and slower, her hands lowering and dropping a letter to the ground, unable to hold so many.
"Also send for all our military leaders. I need a council immediately." Elsa shouted. People began to scatter in fear.
"Elsa?" Anna rushed over and held her hands tightly to her chest. "What's the matter, what happened?"
"None… of our ships from the southern lands have returned. Many supplies have been, lost…. Many men…. May be lost, or worse… be dead…" Their hearts now sat like lumps in their throats. "Anna…" Anna reached for her hands as papers fell to the floor. Elsa looked deeply into Anna, seeing the tears forming in her eyes, many tears for many reasons, and all for reasons she understood and wanted to fix. "Anna do not stop the plans for today."
"Elsa…"
"I mean it. Today is yours, and Kristoff's day. There's nothing you can do at the moment, I will take care of everything. I know it's not what you wanted-"
"Elsa, it's just a party! The lives of our people mean so much more to me than that…" Elsa sighed deeply. She really has grown so much. Her sister never ceased to amaze her and that made her love her even more ever day.
"I know, but you two deserve so much more happiness than I have to give… You deserve, so much more because... of what I've done in the past. I need for you to have a happy day. The people here, need you to be strong, and be happy, and pray for those who may be lost. Be happy for them and their families. This isn't all about our family alone. Please be the love the people need for today. And as Queen, I will do my duty to make sure we will all be safe, and no war will come to our doors."
"Elsa…" Anna sighed. They embraced deeply once more.
"Go my sister; find Kristoff, go to him and together you two will make today a beautiful day for Arendelle." Anna let go hesitantly.
"I love you!"
"I love you too." Elsa smiled, and waved slowly as Anna stepped quickly out the door and into the sun, looking over the shoulder every step and nearly falling down the stairs. Elsa took a breath her false smile faded. Hands began to surround her with papers. Shouts came from every hallway. The darkness slowly crawled back and the color vanished from her face. War they shouted. We must stop all war, we must have peace a man screamed. Sweaty gloved hands slammed the heavy table, doors slammed. So many voices telling her what to do, how to feel, what to say. Standing quickly, she pushed back her chair.
"SILENCE!" Elsa bellowed. A hush fell upon the heads of many men, all quietly sitting back in their chairs, all eyes weary and stared at her every action. She composed herself, and thawed the ice that erupted from her hands and on her chair. "Ahem…" she coughed.
"Clearly the erupting war of the southern countries isn't ending anytime soon. And we are all on the same page that we haven't had any supplies return to our ports in over a month. The situation is getting drastic. And we need to decide-"
"Go to war and end this debacle so our people will not STARVE come winter!"
"NO, absolutely not, we do not have the men or the resources to outlast a drawn-out conflict, we will STARVE AND KILL MORE MEN IF WE GO TO WAR."
"GENTLEMEN. PLEASE." Elsa shouted, throwing her hand into the air and sending a swirling cloud of frost into the ceiling, immediately causing the room to fill with snow. As the men sat back down, brushing the white flakes off their mustaches and fancy shoulder pads… Elsa walked around the table.
"We are not going to war. However… Unless we do something to aide out navel exchanges, we are going to have to… reach out for diplomatic aide. There has to be a country strong enough hold back the enemy forces and allowing us to receive our shipments. We have to ask for protection… When we send out aide to those who are lost. The more we sit here arguing like fools, the longer time passes, the less of a chance there is of getting our lost ones back home. "As she returned to her chair, the small snow flurry had disappeared. Her control over her powers was nearly complete. She just liked to, persuade such an angry council in unique ways once things got out of control.
"And what aide is there, exactly your majesty?" a voice came with heavy doubt sitting opposite of her. Elsa sighed again… Her heart now aching more than it was before. She had received, one interesting letter, amongst the pile she received that morning. One from a country she hoped to have never had to hear from again.
"This is not an easy choice for me to make. But gentlemen, there is no other choice. I have made up my mind."
"…Your majesty, you can't possibly be considering what I think you're considering…." The men in the room began to grown and hide their faces in their hands.
"Please, you and I all know that I'm terribly afraid… their country is the only one right now that not only is in the depths of war, but also has a the navel strength large enough to provide an escort through the enemy blockade. This is the ONLY way for us to stay out of conflict, and at the same time, save the lives of thousands." The silence was thicker than the chocolate mousse she was missing out on at the party.
"The Queen of Arendelle has been requested for audience by the King of the Southern Isles." All the men groaned loudly and mumbled in anger to themselves as they were excused. And all Elsa could do was look out the open windows as she slowly walked into the great hall… The music of love and laughter filling in the silence.
"If only there was a King of Arendelle that could get us out of this mess" a voiced echoed in another room, around the corner from the corridor Elsa was pacing in.
"Your thoughts exactly my friend, it's no surprise to us that we have a Queen on her own, but tell that to a country with hundreds of thousands of soldiers knocking at your door. We have faith in her strength, but the whole world has not seen the fury of our Ice Queen. We are no threat to them. And she does not have anyone to back her."
"The world laughs at a kingdom that allows the princess to marry before the queen. I do not blame her for her sudden weakness."
Elsa was too hurt by the words to even move. She just stood in the shadow as the voices of the men laughed, and faded as they exited the wing, completely unaware of their queen's eavesdropping. She had clearly been WAY to easy on those fools she thought to herself. She clenched her fists in anger, but she bit her lower lip. A part of her believing in what they said. She had almost completely mastered her powers. She had her sister's love once again, that had grown even deeper than when they were children. She was even having actual fun talking to Kristoff and exploring the mountains of where they lived with Sven. Years had passed, things have changed, and she thought she had made much progress…. But had she really changed completely?
She slowly made her way to the party, now under the setting sun… People dancing in the garden, and there were Kristoff and Anna, hand in hand dancing the day away… Clearly in complete love with one another. Their love glowed brighter than the rising moon above them. And despite her own understanding of love, Elsa had a hard time smiling all of sudden…. Maybe… she was still alone? Soon Anna would belong to Kristoff in a way Elsa didn't grasp in any way. It finally dawned on her, as she observed the party more deeply around her. She… Stepped backwards into the castle. Anna wasn't just… growing up. Elsa was losing her sister. Pretty soon, come the summer winds, Anna would have her own prince. Someone to… "back her up", in a way she couldn't. Anna didn't speak about her the way she spoke about Kristoff. She never understood their language of love. And that left her feeling empty all of a sudden. Instead of partying…. She decided to retire to her quarters instead. Suddenly being surrounded by a kingdom questioning the power of a kingless Queen, wasn't appealing to her anymore. She had always disliked the coming of spring anyway…
Hours passed. The moon rose over the castle and began to make its way to the horizon. Even before the rooster began to crow, and before the cleanup of the gardens was even attempted, the gates erupted in a booms. The entire kingdom would be soon awakened by the bells.
"THE SURVIVORS HAVE RETURNED."
Elsa threw herself out of bed, barely making an effort to look presentable. Anna rushed out in her pajamas, no shits given. As the castle gates threw open, horses flooded the premises, soldiers carried the wounded. Elsa rushed to her balcony, and saw several ships in port. She could cry with relief, they had returned. War would be avoided. But… how she gasped over and over, running through the castle as quickly as she could. A loving member of her servants rushed to her side.
"Your majesty, the King of the Southern Isles awaits. He brings news, amongst, several other… things" the aging woman gasped, trying to keep up with the Queen's pace. They stopped abruptly, almost causing the poor woman to fall to her feet. Elsa immediately wrapper her arm around her.
"The King!? " She shouted in terror. She rushed more slowly, doing her best to adjust her braid. At least she was wearing an elegant robe she thought to herself. Anna met her half way to the stairs.
"Ok, Anna, I know this is going to be extremely difficult for you, but promise me you'll compose yourself." They stopped at the top of the stairwell. Anna shrugged and started to go, but Elsa quickly held her arm out, blocking her. "Promise." Anna looked into her serious gaze and nodded.
"I promise, by my goodness Elsa what on earth is going on? I thought the lost sailors were back?"
"Anna… Just bear with me, ok!?" Elsa groaned.
"Wow, uh, ok!" Anna pushed her arm down and ran down the stairs. Elsa sighed and ran after her.
"Wait!" They rushed quickly along with all the staff to the courtyard, where a huge mass of people already began to gather, partially in celebration of the return. "What are the damages?" gasped Elsa, finding the captain of the royal guard.
"Your majesty," he bowed, "No lives were lost. All of the supplies and ship were destroyed. But all sailors have been rescued. It's a miracle my queen." Happy tears and shouts of joy rang throughout the castle and the kingdom; more and more bells began to ring.
"And who we have to thank for this miracle!?" Anna shouted, being grabbed and tossed into the air, and caught again by a familiar blonde head. "KRISTOFF!?" she shouted again, the two of them laughing as they circled in happiness, her fiancé holding her tightly in his arms. Elsa's look of shock turned to that of joy.
"I didn't do anything!" Kristoff laughed, Anna then smothering him with kisses.
"Please, sorry to interrupt, but I know who you can thank." Said a deep voice, parting the crowd as he made his way through. All kneeling as he presented himself to the queen.
"Presenting, his majesty, the King of the Southern Isles." Shouted his aide.
"My king." Said Elsa sternly, bowing in complete respect. Anna and Kristoff immediately followed in suit. "I should also call you, my hero, for returning all my sailors to my kingdom, for that we are forever in your debt." She smiled. The king, dressed head to toe in deep royal blues, a heavy bright gold sash covering his chest. A large red and gold crown beamed like a beacon on his head, covering his red hair, only leaving long sideburns to escape onto his large cheeks. His beard resembled that of a small lamp fire, perfectly sculpted and almost pointed out like a flame. Freckles littered any bare skin exposed. His dark brown eyes intimated Elsa as she looked into them.
"Let us rest, and gather ourselves, and we shall have a moment to speak. You have someone else to give your thanks to. While I love to say I that I indeed, have a royal fleet the world is envious of, I was not the man who sailed into glory. Let us have council in the morn. My men and I need rest." Else blinked, his voice was quite commanding and strong. His smile commanded respect.
"Indeed your majesty, we shall all share a toast in honor of yourself, your kingdom, and…"
"This mysterious hero you speak of." Said Anna, smirked slyly, and elbowing her sister in a teasing fashion. Elsa coughed and blushed as the King smirked back and walked forward towards the castle. The two looked on as the king and his entourage of men followed, along with the queen's own staff aiding the injured and carried them in. Anna and Kristoff kissed goodnight… A long kiss at that matter thought Elsa, and she looked outward once more at her subjects. Something, or someone caught her eye. No….
Amongst the small gathering of foreign navel officers by the gate… she saw a really large, really silly hat stick up above the others. She stared at it. The man wearing the hat looked up. And their eyes met. Elsa's blood ran colder than it usually did. Ice began to form under her feet. Holding in her breath as the stranger's eyes looked deeper into her, she quickly turned and ran inside.
"Such pomp and circumstance, huh?" Smiled Kistoff, arms folded in his fancy clothes, standing close to Anna as she stood near her sister, who sat proudly in on her thrown. Her royal blue velvet gowns draped around her bare shoulders, making Elsa look as cold and regal as ever. She was different, thought Anna. Her eyes look, afraid. Elsa did quiver as her hands gripped her throne tighter as the trumpets announced the king and his guest. She did not want to believe what she saw last night.
"Shh…" smiled Anna. "She's done this a hundred times, we always have to just, stand and look perfect. It'll be just fine. Besides you look so hot, it's all good." Kristoff looked back down at his future bride and turned bright red. He unfolded his arms and jutted out his chest. As the trumpets settled, those sitting stood, and the king made his way forward down the velvet isle. And shadowed man slowly followed. The closer they came… Anna's smile faded. Elsa's eyes watered. The red feather in the man's tall blue hat shimmered in the breeze, his naval uniform chiming with the golden medals adoring his sash and coat. His gloved hand clutched his shielded sword and he kept the other on his heart. As the King stopped, his bright red and gold crown matching his equally bight right coat and cape, and stood aside. Stepping forward, he finally raised his gaze and faced the queen head on. Green eyes quivering in terror. It was…
"Hans…" Anna softly gasped to herself, holding her hand to her mouth. Elsa grimaced and gripped her hands harder into the wood.
"Your majesty, Queen Elsa of Arendelle, I present to you Admiral Westergard, decorated champion of my royal fleet. My youngest song… Prince Hans of the Southwen Isles. " the king's voiced echoed throughout the hall. All eyes fell on him, the silence deafening. A few seconds felt like hours, and the prince began to visibly shake all over. He closed his eyes, biting his bottom lip. Anna gripped both her fists tightly, beginning to shake in anger. Kristoff laid his warm hand on her shoulder, and she sighed. As the prince kneeled before the queen, all the metal he wore made awkward music. His fist pushed deeply into the marble of the floor. The king glared down, his regal expression turning into one of disappointed.
"We've met before." Elsa snapped. Standing from her throne, hands shaking. Her ice cold eyes pierced right through any conviction Hans held onto for strength and made him silently weep.
"What business do you have brining this… TRAITOR, back to our home your majesty!" shouted Anna loudly.
"Anna!" shouted back Elsa.
"No, please my queen," the king raised his hand. "I made my son pay for his crimes. He paid for it in my personal dungeon." He then stepped forward and addressed the entire room. "I punished him with my own hands. My OWN hands. He is MY son. And I saw to it, personally, that he pay for his disgusting crimes." He sneered down the shame kneeling before him. Tears starting to roll down Han's cheeks like a waterfall. "I stripped him of all his titles, and after a course in hard labor, I threw him back into military training. These are the punishments… of a Father, to his son. The man was eligible for death, and that's what he wanted." Elsa's angry eyes slowly softened into pity…. "I denied him all of what he wanted. Death, power…." The king sneered harder. "Love. When he wasn't slaving as a foot soldier, I put him into solitary confinement. I made him remember what it felt like to have something you love ripped away from your hands." Anna remained firm with her anger and huffed, crossing her arms in frustration and pain. "Then… came the war. And I knew what he was capable of. I put him to the test… I gave him a chance…" The king walked back to his place, and returned his arms behind his back, taking a slow breath. "And he atoned for his sins to the family by single-handedly defeating an entire enemy blockade against our ports with a single ship. I made him a captain, and after a year of war at sea he is now in command of my fleet. The man is a machine. He now only knows the ocean, pain, and victory in battle. Nothing more. I bring my son back to your feet to show you his pain and to show you how my kingdom has chosen to treat your enemies. My queen, I'd like to pledge an allegiance with your country. We are good war men, but we need to learn more diplomacy. " The king fell to his knees and removed his crown. Everyone gasped. Elsa fell back into her seat in shock.
"If we can find the peace and forgiveness of the Ice Queen, together our nations will shine with all the glory of peace and a happy future. Think not of my son any longer, he is nothing to you. I can only pray that the gift of the lives of your sailors will be enough for you to forgive me for my failures as a father." Elsa found it very difficult to fight back the tears she began to feel herself. The king's words held heavily in the air as he held his crown on his knees, the son behind him now a pathetic trembling mess. This truly was a pathetic, awful sight, and she couldn't bear it any longer.
"Your majesty, my King, your words do not fall on hardened ears." The whole room stopped holding its breath and everyone sighed heavily in unison. She truly has changed thought Anna to herself, still shaking with anger. "I... I will grant you counsel. We shall speak further into the matter on an alliance on our two kingdoms. We clearly need ships, and protection…. But, only for the tremendous gift you have bestowed upon us will I grant a reward. Nothing… Else… Will be addressed." Her eyes turned back to the crumpled royal mess on her floor, sobbing in silence and hiding his face. She swallowed her pride, as incredibly painful as it was. But she still had a job to do. "Understand this; his punishment was your undertaking, that doesn't have anything to do with my judgment. I will no longer speak on this matter. I… Thank him for returning the fathers and sons of my kingdom safely, But that is all. I want this…. So called Admiral out of my sight and off the floor of my court, escort him to his chambers. I want him to be escorted constantly by my royal guards on any grounds of Arendelle and once the banquet to be held in honor of the King is over… So is this meeting. And there will be no objections of ANY kind. THAT IS ALL." She commanded a gust of freezing cold air to violently race through the great hall as she waved her arm; signaling that now would be a good time to leave. Right now. Before the King could even get to his feet, Elsa ran as fast as she could down the steps and to fly to her quarters. Immediately. So she could finally cry.
"Elsa…" breathed Anna as she caught up behind her, grabbing her arm and succeeding in pulling her in for a much needed hug. They embraced as Elsa let herself sob.
"Why are you crying? I'm the one who should be crying…" Kristroff soon followed, standing there unsure of what to do or say. "I guess this was harder for you than I thought."
"Anna I'm proud of you." She sobbed.
"What?"
"It's true, because all I want to do is run away and I can't even face him. You can stand and fight, and be strong…."
"Oh Elsa…" Anna smiled softly at her and picked up her chin with her hand. "The king was right… He's nothing to us…"
"Right, I mean, look at just the two of us," Kristoff said, holding a hand on Anna's shoulder, kissing her cheek. "There's nothing really to be upset about the more you think about it, so the asshole is here and not in a cell, we can tolerate him on the grounds for a bit before we get married. Besides, it's kinda funny watching him crumble like that." He laughed. Anna giggled as well.
"True true, that was priceless. Oooh my Daddy doesn't love me anymore boo hoo." She snorted and chuckled."
"Totally pathetic." Laughed Kristoff. Elsa pulled back and held her arms up to her chest, feeling that same emptiness she felt before. That felt a little cold, even for her. Ice slowly began forming at her feet. Noticing this, Anna hand went back to Elsa's freezing shoulder.
"What's wrong…?" she asked.. Elsa's bottom lip trembling.
"I don't know. I don't know how to feel right now I never felt like this before." The ice growing faster. Now turning the hallway into a skating rink.
"Whoa Elsa, get a hold of yourself, really everything will be ok we promise.." Kristoff grew more concerned and also tried to touch her shoulder to soothe her weariness. "We're here for you if you want to talk."
"I don't know what to say." Elsa withdrew even more as she watched the subjects in the hall empty out into the corridor, more people seeing her lose control. Eventually the king, and the admiral, made their way through… And Elsa for the first time clearly saw Hans's face. He was as pale as she was… looking scruffy... A long scar now buried deep into his skin of his left cheek. Not wanting it to happen, but their eyes locked again. He was completely different, no more charm, no more smile, even the red of his hair looked so dull. A broken man and nothing more… Despite all the power clinging to his chest he felt nothing in those eyes. Just being there before them to him was a punishment. Nothing to you, those words echoed. He's nothing. Why isn't she angry? Why isn't she happy? Why did she want to cry? Was this the same man who at one time made my little sister so… enamored? How could one filled with such immense fire, turn into a creature of cold like herself. Anna and Kristoff noticed the stare-off, and Anna began to glare and shake once again with hatred… Hans raised his hand up only to acknowledge her, but Elsa fled like a bird and ice followed. Kristroff tried to follow, but fell to his feet as everyone else behind them lost their balance on the ice as well.
As Elsa slammed the door behind her, ignoring several worried calls of my lady from her loving servants. She wept into her gloved hands. Why this feeling… Why this emptiness. Why this horror. She should be thrilled for the return of the innocent men to their families, even more so that her kingdom could have an ally strong enough to protect what she can't…. But why did it have to be from him. Why does he show up… of all people, when she for the first time, began to wonder what feeling lonely really is. It didn't feel good at all knowing the man who wanted her… dead… was even more alone than she was. Why would feeling what she felt almost her entire life be considered a punishment? So…. Living a lonely life… And being forced to stay strong always despite your fears… is now called punishment?
It must've been hours that had passed when she finally pulled her face away from her pillow, soaked completely from her sadness. The banging on her door was insistent and continued for well over fifteen minutes.
"What's the matter?" Elsa groaned, pulling herself from her favorite cuddling couch, a stuffed toy and some pillows falling to the floor.
"Please… Just open the door." The pitiful voice said. She wiped the moisture from her eyes and cheeks, and hesitantly stood up and looked across the room to her reflection. Never even bothered to escape from the heavy waves of her sea colored gown… She dragged her train and her heavy spirit closer to the gates of her sanctuary. "I'm begging you my queen please speak to me…" Elsa knew that voice. She recognized the pain it felt to hear it. She swallowed her fear into her belly, wear it only turned into butterflies and made her feel worse.
"Why should I even let you in my sights? Where are my guards?"
"Believe it or not, Anna let me in." Now she knew he was lying.
"You're so full of it!" she stomped to the door and slapped her palm against it. "She would sooner kick your backside into the fjord again before speaking any words to you!"
"That's true; in fact she actually… did say she would do that again. She threw my apology right back at me like I knew she would. But I told her all I came here for was to help make sure her… and yourself… were safe from this terrible war that will be coming to your doorstep. I'm begging you to trust me, and I need to speak to you without my father. I need to do this for myself… Because I can't live with myself knowing what I've done and tried to do any further. No amount of power and medals will ever change that."
The clicking of the lock startled him, and the door slowly creaked open with a soft icy wind. It beckoned him to enter, and once he was through another cold blast sealed him inside the darkness.
"I trust my guards were intelligent enough to remove your sword." Her back turned to him, her eyes only seeing his distorted reflection on the window. He removed his hat, and both gloves, one by one, and threw them onto a chair. Holding his palms up, standing strait and firm, he closed his eyes.
"Strike me down my queen if it pleases you." Elsa frowned and leaned on the windowsill.
"Why on earth would you think more bloodshed would please me!?" she shouted, "Do you still take me for some mindless monster?"
"No, of course not… my queen…" he sighed, lowering his hands and looking back at her glare in the reflection. "My only wish… is to somehow fill this undying hole inside my chest. If protecting your harbors can bring that fulfillment back to me I know I'll be a better man finally." Elsa gripped her own heart tightly and closed her eyes. Emptiness she understood completely.
"Call me… Elsa…." She sighed, finally turning to face her fears, wanting his words to be true. Tears once again welled up, making the emerald color of his eyes burst through the pain he felt. Her cold eyes freezing into place and unable to look away. She stared not only at his tears… but at the scar he now wore as a badge of honor, his unshaven chin… And his incredibly decorated uniform. It was the color of the waters that surrounded her castle. But despite all the layers he hid behind, she saw right through those tears. As he trembled before her, longing for any kind of possible forgiveness, she stepped slowly closer. "Tell me how you earned that."
"Oh, this thing…" lowered his face again, clearly ashamed. She inched even closer, and hesitantly raised a cold finger to it… gently smoothed it from the top of his cheek to his chin. He winced. "My first time back at sea… I was lucky I made the first trip." Being even closer to him, she could look even deeper into those pathetic eyes and see how genuinely embarrassed he was. Constantly fidgeting, his freckled cheeks flushing red.
"They tortured you pretty bad at home… didn't they?" She asked, letting her empathy out slightly.
"Well, when you behave like a monster…."
"They treat you like one." Elsa put her hand fully on his scared cheek. Hans breathed a bit more quickly and licked his lips nervously. Her touch was indeed truly cold… But like piece of ice to a black eye, it was soothing. His fingers shook violently as he tried to place his hands upon hers. He was expecting a cold slap, not a kind touch.
"Elsa I understand better how you felt, how you may still be feeling…. To be truly alone… And to have love taken from you." Was this really the same man that made Anna so naive? Because there wasn't anything charming about bearing your pain to someone that you know wants to hurts you. But did Elsa want to hurt him anymore? "I've seen so much death these past few years, to finally see the eyes of a woman who is as beautiful as the first snow of winter… brings me the most peace I've felt my entire life."
She held her breath… No one ever spoke to her like that before… Was he just saying this again, like how Anna was fooled, how everyone was fooled and conned into believing his intentions. Was it like it was before…? How could she possibly know for sure? But she couldn't pull away from holding his cheek. She didn't want him to stop holding her hand there. Her mind was flooded by images of Kristoff and Anna being so loving to one another… and how the spring has been leaving her so empty. Would forgiveness really be the answer to this whole mess? Anna wasn't completely wrong about a few things however… As they stood there and stared deeply at each other, unsure of what to say or do... He truly was incredibly handsome. It was easy for her to see how Anna was manipulated by this man before her. Still… he wasn't the same… there was no more false Prince… She let her face pull closer to his so she could be surer… Her other hand pressed his other cheek and she forced herself and himself to look at each other's souls. His tears flowed endlessly now. His fire had been put out years ago, he had been completely broken.
"Elsa…" he whimpered. "I'm sor-" she stopped him with her lips, quickly pressing her softness again his firm mouth. Standing on her tippy toes, she struggled to reach him. She had officially lost her senses and all self control. Completely taken off guard, Hans's hands fell to his side as she awkwardly kissed him some more. He gently pulled her away. "I… we… What!?" Noticing her tears as well, he grabbed her cold bare arms and gripped her tightly.
"Hans," she wept, her arms wrapping around his strong shoulders. "I saw myself in your eyes just now and I just want you to kiss me, please don't make me feel even worse than I already do." Her cheeks as red as his now. "I know this is crazy but I think I understand you."
"I love crazy…" he sighed, holding her chin with his hand and pulling her in for another kiss, this time less awkward, and more full. Teaching her how to kiss properly, he held his arm on her back and pulled her into his chest, pressing harder with his tongue against hers. So this is what a real kiss feels like.. Elsa melted in his embrace. Feeling her body release tension, he turned his head to the other side and let her see what he was capable of. Nearly sweeping her off of her feet, he bended her over slightly and forced her arm higher up on his neck, letting her taste more of his sweet mouth. She gasped as their mouths finally parted, her body feeling a warm sensation she never once felt before. The ice that etched her window thawed into steam. As Hans pulled away, steam existed his mouth. This went in a direction he wasn't expecting, in any way. Elsa raised her hand, and threw a heavy layer of ice on the door handle, locking them completely inside.
"You want forgiveness? I want something to fill this aching hole I have inside of me… Despite all the happiness around me I still feel completely alone, even after having my sister brought back to me!" she shouted. "So YOU want forgiveness. I NEED something to help me not resent spring! Teach me how to love spring! Teach me how to-" Hans frowned as he threw his arms around his queen again and brought her in for another kiss. This time without fear, he scooped her up in his arms and danced in a circle as he passionately kissed her as hard as he could. Her dress flowing around them like a wave as he spun her. "Hans." She gasped, as he gently sat her majesty back on her lounge chair, and raced to the window to shut the curtains. He turned to face her, as himself, not a prince, not an admiral, but as himself. As she looked up at him, her hands made her furniture turn into frost. Her quick breathing forced her chest to rise higher, exposing more of her plunging cleavage. She held her palm over her heart to try and conceal it.
"Elsa… I am yours, completely, if you want me. If it helps heal I will be whatever you want." Elsa quivered at the man before her… knowing only what her heart wanted more than anything at that moment. To know what Anna felt like when Kristoff finally told her he loved her. She slowly stood back up, and towards him. After an agonizing few steps… She held her hands up to his chest.
"Maybe… later… you can tell me more about the ocean…" she sighed, slowly kissing his scar. He stroked his fingers through her white hair, and brought her back to his lips for another kiss. Deeper and deeper they kissed, teaching her majesty more and more about what warm hot kisses were really made of. His lips only leaving hers to kiss her chin, and then her neck. She gasped at the fluttery tickles his tongue gave her has he passionately kissed behind her ear. They backed into her desk, his arm swiftly cleaning off the mess of papers onto the floor. Gently he raised her to sit on it, their kissing uninterrupted. He moaned oh so gently as she pulled away only to kiss his chin and neck in return. "Teach me…" she sighed… the warmth growing into a steady smoldering fire, more steam exiting the prince's mouth. His hands quickly fumbled with the hundreds of golden buttons and satchels holding him behind, her cool fingertips trying her best to help him. With a loud bang the metal coat finally fell to the floor and their bustling hands then struggled with his tie, and then more buttons. Their breath quickening as they continued to kiss, their tongues beginning to grow addicted to the tastes of their mouths. By the time the prince was able to tear his shirt away from his chest, Elsa's hands already discovered his flawless skin. Her mouth only breaking away so her eyes could stare at his physique. Rippling muscles covered him from his shoulders right down to his hips… She turned brighter red as he threw the cloth aside and went to kiss her again. She couldn't stop staring at him. Noticing her hesitation… He took her cool hand, and placed it against his chest.
"This is your property, your majesty…" he whispered. She ran her fingers up, and down, slowly, feeling the strength and hardness of his muscles. Her hands then gripped his upper arms, as he pulled back in, his hands now exploring her shoulders, their lips meeting once again. Elsa gently gasping as his fingertips raced up and down her back, gently tickling her bare skin as he searched for some clasps. By now the fire that burned deep within her was now an inferno, new sensations gripped her body and she could not fight against it, not matter how cold she thought she really was. All logic and reason left her. All she knew was white, hot, heat. As he found his key, Hans unlocked her, exposing more and more of her as he pulled downward on her gown. Quivering, she pressed herself harder against his bare chest, terrified of what was to come... but wanting it more than ever before. Both his hands now raced into action to untie her corset. Their eyes locked as their lips parted again for much needed air, Elsa's fear made her eyes widen. Hans smiled for the first time in four years, and finished pulling out the last ribbon. He stopped and put his hands back on her shoulders.
"Only when you're ready." He said. Kissing her cheek lovingly. Elsa sighed with relief and pulled his lips back onto hers, her hands returning to his fiery hair. Taking that as a signal to proceed, Hans's fingers traveled to the edges of her dress, barely clinging to her shivering shoulders. With a slight tug, the fabric began to fall, exposing more of her beautiful pale skin. Elsa whimpered and put her hands to her chest, covering herself as her flowing gown betrayed her and fell to the floor, Hans easing the material over her curved hips and away from the desk. Her corset soon following. Now with only the thinnest of material covering her womanhood, Elsa trembled all over as she sat in from of a man exposed for the very first time. And not just any man… She held herself tightly and looked away with embarrassment as Hans became lost in her radiating beauty. He kissed and worshiped the skin of her shoulders, his hand covering up hers, gently stroking her fingers. Taking her chin into his hand, he forced her to look up at him as he soothingly coaxed her hands away from her chest.
They looked down her breasts together, Elsa shivering all over. She never felt so cold before in her entire life, she thought to herself as his fiery head leaned down and kissed the top of her chest as softly as he possible could. She gasped as he knelt down, his lips traveling downward, his hands now cupping her full breasts, gently massaging them. She arched her back as his lips found her small pink nipples, kissing softly at first, but then licking and teasing each one with his fingertips. Causing them to grow hard and erect, he continued to softly lick and pull with his lips. Her whimpers turned in moans as little lightning strikes traveled down her back and into her hips. His hands gripped her breasts tightly the more he loved her chest, worshiping every inch of them, allowing his masterful tongue work its way down to her navel, his hands now busy trying to remove the rest of her garments. Taking all the time in the world, his fingertips effortlessly rolled down her thigh high stockings to her toes, tossing the silky fabric in the air. Elsa was still in complete shock... Unable to react logically... she was too weak to stop this flood that she unleashed. Her mind kept trying to remind her about the past... her heart was too powerful to let herself think. All she knew was the fire she now felt inside. A fire that never existed before. Now she felt the air hit her most vulnerable area as he removed her bloomers as gently as he could. And all doubt melted from her pours and Hans's heavy hot breath, now met with her inner thighs.
"Hans!" she gasped, as his mouth plunged into her, his hands firmly gripping her rear and pulling her closer to the edge of her desk. One hand balancing herself, the other gripping firmly into his red hair. She arched her back as he delved deeper still, worshiping the queen as best as he possibly could. His tongue, relentless and merciless, explored every inch of her, his fingertips clawing into her rear. She then sang to the ceiling and widened her thighs as wide as she possibly could. She knew nothing of the world and war outside. All she knew for the first time, what pleasure really felt like. She cried out and fell onto her back as Hans found something even she didn't know she had with his fingers.
"My queen..." he gasped, surprised at her reaction, looking up to her flushed face. "Are you ok?" he knelt back up and rested his hands on the tops of her thighs. Elsa looked down at him, absolutely mortified at her position and where the prince's face was hovering. She teared up and turned redder than they thought possible.
"…Don't stop." She whispered, ashamed of her weak defenses.
"Don't be ashamed…" he smiled. He placed his fingers back to where they were and kept his eyes locked onto her. He went back to work, gently and more slow than before. She cried out in pleasure and her hands covered her breasts. "You're amazing." He sighed, leaning back down and allowing his tongue to finish what he started. She cried out even harder, sweat now pouring from her, another sensation she never felt before. As his tongue and fingers became more rhythmic, she felt something welling up inside that was also new. And it grew bigger… and bigger…. And bigger… until... She felt like she was bursting. Sitting up quickly, she practically roared with ecstasy as Hans pulled his mouth away, unable to remove his large fingers without ruining her fun. He quickly silenced her screams with his mouth, her hips continuously grinding against his palm, her body feeling weak. As she neared the end of her climax, they moaned together in their mouths as they continued to kiss deeply. Fingers finally freed, he returned his arms around her back and held her close in an embrace as the orgasm continued to wave throughout her body.
"…Hans…" Elsa gasped… her concentration only breaking to look down at the object poking into her, only to realize it was his growing manhood begging for her attention. Her eyes widened at the sheer size of the mass growing in his dress pants. He blushed brighter than the crimson on his uniform. Stepping down from her desk, all embarrassment melting away, she stood back up before him, her hands caressing his chest. He sighed and kissed her deeply again, holding her nude body firmly against his. As his hands unraveled her braid, her hands pulled at the leather of his belt, and another loud bang followed as it felt to the floor. He quickly broke away from her mouth only to quickly tear off his boots, and then returning to deliciously ice cold mouth. Without anymore hesitation holding her back, Elsa took a deep breath and unbuttoned the prison holding back manhood. She did however; hesitate when her hands felt bare skin on his hips. He stopped kissing her, and again their eyes locked. Without looking down, he stepped back and kicked away whatever was left covering him. Their eyes never looking elsewhere but deep into each other. Hans brought his large, quivering, sweaty palms back to her shoulders, and pulled her back in for more. She breathed deeply in and out of her nose, whimpering as their bodies touched, finally feeling his manhood press up against her skin. Not able to ignore it anymore, her hands arched down his firm back, caressing his hips, and then ended at his rock solid rear, her fingers gripping into his soft skin. He moaned gently in her mouth, wincing slightly as her fingers felt what a man feels like for the first time, trying her hardest to keep her cold fingers in control. As she explored the details of his immense manhood, Hans groaned harder, his mind swirling like mad at the glorious sensation of her icy touch.
Suddenly Elsa drifted down to her knees. She wasn't completely ignorant to what couples in love did behind closed doors. She wasn't completely oblivious to the wishes of men to their lovers. She may be an untouched queen, but she was intelligent to say the least. And of course she knew what he was thinking, and what he was longing for. She wanted to please him like how he pleased her…. Closing her eyes, and taking a deep breath, she wrapped her hands around him and began to massage. Hans stared down in completely disbelief. She didn't have to do anything for him if she didn't want to…. He came to her to give up his life completely to her beck and call; he wasn't expecting a single thing in return. And now, this was happening… Catching his breath, he began an attempt to stop her.
"Elsa, you don't-"he gasped... The breath was ripped right out of his lungs as he felt her soothing cool touch caress his most vulnerable spot, and her cool lips beginning to kiss up and down the shaft. Losing his balance, he stepped back and reached for the bed post, gripping hard to prevent himself from falling. "Elsa!" he gasped again, her kisses becoming more intense, and then quickly gliding him into her mouth. The cold sensation sent shivers all over, pure pleasure shooting up his back, and down to his toes. He was instantly weakened. Nothing overpowered him like this before he thought, as his eyes rolled back into his head. She sucked him in deeply into her throat, and then pulled him out. Taking a deep breath, she pulled him back in, and continued in rhythm, only stopping once or twice to passionately kiss the head. Giving in to her whims, and caving in to the pleasure, he moaned loudly and fell back against the bed post, leaning all of his weight into it. He caved in as she wrapped her tongue up and down him, kissing and sucking deeply, his shaking hand gripping into her white locks, arching his back and pointing his chin to the ceiling. His free hand gripped tightly into the cover of the bed and he bit his bottom lip, preventing himself from shouting. She was relentless.
She continued her pace, moaning silently, feeling the heat still growing between her legs. Keeping her hand there, she could still feel the wetness he left there from before. Oh, what was happening? What is this incredible magic? What is happening… she repeated over and over, now touching herself as she never did before. Everything about this moment was foreign, but it made her feel so complete. She couldn't explain it, but hearing his cries in response to her actions, made her feel like a new woman. Suddenly she felt one of his fingers in her mouth, and she looked up into his eyes. He was sweating profusely, gasping for air, flushed in red all over. But his green eyes still pierced right through to her very soul.
"My queen," he gasped for another breath, "Elsa, you must stop, or I will… I will…" he stammered, pulling his hand away from her mouth, and trying to stand up straight. Unsure of what he meant, she pulled him away from her face. "I need to save myself for you." He managed. She blushed deeply again… She slowly rose back to her feet, eyes looking down at his completely erect member. It quivered uncontrollably and made her feel intimidated by its size.
"Save… yourself." She took a deep breath. The way he was leaning against her bed… completely open and exposed to her…. His sweaty red hair covering his brow… his chest rising and falling sharply…. Was there really ice still inside of her? Because all she could feel right now was heat. He composed himself, clearing his throat, and stood back up.
"Do you want me? You can have… All of me, my queen. My Elsa." He sighed. Tears welled up in her eyes again. Throwing her arms around his neck, they kissed deeply once more, falling backwards onto her billowy bed. They rolled around in the blankets, taking turns kissing each other's neck, Hans lovingly teasing her tickly spot behind her ear. She giggled, and actually smiled as he smiled back, tickling her sides and stomach. Giggles turning into laughter. "Your laugh is like music..." Hans said as he flipped her onto her back, hands cupping her breasts once more and kissing down her neck. Leaning up, she couldn't help but smile back at him as his fingertips pleased her nipples. She arched her back more and happily groaned as her smile widened. "Unbelievable…" he sighed. She stopped and looked suddenly worried.
"What…?" she asked. He continued to smile and kissed her tender pink buds... making her gasp softly, she adored that sensation so much… how it tickled and sent more lightning to all the right places…
"Elsa you're the most unbelievably wonderful woman I've ever met." He looked down at her, naked and vulnerable before him. Her skin moist from perspiration, but she glistened and twinkled like melting icicles in the early dawn. She held her breath as he leaned back, looking up at that perfectly sculpted body… his massive growth still twitching… But those eyes still never changing, still piercing through… However, there was something there before in his eyes that wasn't when she first looked at him when he was crying at her feet. They almost sparkled.
"…I want you… Admiral Westergard…." She softly whispered… her hands slowly moving away from herself… allowing her legs to open just slightly. She knew… That this wasn't how the queen should be behaving…. She knew… About the past. And she was fully aware of the proper proceedings for a lady of her stature to lose her precious gift after marriage. But it was obvious by now that she was not cut from the same cloth as other queens. And this man…. Before her…. Was a different one… She could feel something there before that wasn't. Maybe he really did change. Something was going on, and she wanted to find out…. She wanted to know…. And she knew right then and there that she was falling in love with him. And lying before him was the most powerful queen in all their lands. Exposed to him, and only him, and he couldn't figure out why…. All he knew that when he looked into her, he saw something in her eyes that wasn't there when he was a pathetic traitor wishing for death at her feet. The woman he once thought was just an obstacle in his way was now a force to be reckoned with, and he craved her forgiveness forever. Now he also craved her kiss…. And he's craving for all of her.
He leaned back down, and kissed her differently this time, kissed her slow and let something else move them together. They breathed in unison as they kissed with tenderness, and love. He gently wrapped his arms under her, and sat her up, and pulled her closer. They looked down together where their hips were meeting, and pressed against one other. The sensation of his heat against her wetness made her dizzy. Tears flowed as a lump formed in her throat. This was her first time; she couldn't help but feel scared. Feeling her fear, Hans laid her back down gently, and placed his hands on her thighs.
"Tell me to stop if it hurts…" he whispered, opening her more to him, leaning his hips closer. She swallowed, and kept her eyes on his as he stroked himself against the softness of her womanhood. It felt like an eternity as he pushed himself in, the sensation pushing gasps from her lungs. His hand quickly found hers and their fingers gripped hard as he entered her half way. And then… with one more push, she felt him hit her wall.. Arching her back drastically, she cried out, her free hand clawing the blankets.
"I'm sorry, too much?" Hans worriedly stroked her hand with his thumb… She opened her eyes again and looked up, gasping for air. She quickly nodded no, and smiled as best she could. He smiled back, and slowly began to pull back out, and then gently inward. Beginning a slow steady pace. Biting her lower lip, Elsa mmmmmed at the sensation, slowly warming up to it.. All fears melting away once more… however... Hans could still feel how cool her insides still were… making the shivers run up his spine more intensely. It was hard to be this painfully slow when this amazing woman felt so incredible… The coldness wasn't uncomfortable; instead it felt… refreshing… and encouraged him to move deeper and harder… His other free hand grabbed hers, and he couldn't contain himself anymore… "Oh, my queen… I'm sorry but…" he let go of her hands and slowly rolled her onto her side, lying behind her and spooning up against her adorable perky rear… His hands fondling it... Elsa let him guide her inexperienced hands as he reached over and lifted up her one leg. "Forgive me if it's painful…." He gasped, gliding himself back inside her from behind. His mouth clamping onto the back of her neck as she moaned loudly… He thrusted much deeper into her this time, and with harder rhythm, causing the bed to shake along with them. All she could do was moan in ecstasy as he railed into her, the pressure and sensation making her feel like she was about to explode. He panted and groaned right back, slapping himself into her harder and harder.
"Hans!" she bellowed, as he rolled her onto her belly, and pulled her back onto her knees, entering her from behind again, and not slowing down for a second. His pace quickened as she pleaded for more. The heat was exploding in her body; a volcano continued erupting over and over… The bursting waves of an orgasm were now tsunamis. Over and over, the more he pounded into that spot she recently discovered, the more and more she came. Blinded by passion, the only sensation there was now was bliss. Limbs were numb but still usable. She managed to push herself off the bed, and push Hans back. "Hold me…" she commanded… Inching forward and kissing him deeply, Hans growled and moaned as he picked her up in his arms and stood on the ground. Hands firmly gripping her rear, she wrapped her legs around his hips and arms around his neck. Gleefully he slipped back inside; ramming his hips into her and the two began to sing in unison. Breasts bouncing up and down, her head falling back, and hair flowing all around them. Hans leaning down slightly to smother her neck with more kisses. They kept at this pace until her arms grew weak, and needed to lie back down. He placed her back on the bed, but without withdrawing, and continued to plunge into her while he stood above… His hands playing with her chest more, learning how much she enjoyed that… They both smiled as their eyes kept locking, losing themselves completely in one other. He grew prouder in his strength the more and more he accomplished orgasms for her, to the point where he lost count. Not only were the sensations she gave him absolutely incredible, but she was so sensitive too. Ah… she's my perfect lover; he thought… all the walls he built to hide his heart from his goals began to pull away.
Eventually they made their way to her favorite couch, this time Elsa perched happily on top of him, bouncing up and down as he thrusted his hips upward. It was clearly dark by now… and they only took a brief second to light one tiny candle. And it was getting colder…. But they weren't done yet… they didn't want any of it to end anytime soon, because reality was what waited them when it was over… Pinching her nipples and tweaking them, Elsa cried out with her arms over her head.
"I… I…."Hans hissed, lowering his hands to her hips and making her stop. "I can't…." he tried to say, but unable to speak from exhaustion. She looked down at his pained expression, and slowly pulled him out of her… still groaning from his size. Still huge and still twitching… she stepped down and softly kissed his cheek. "I… Want to do it… the right way…" he gasped.
"What do you mean?" Elsa asked, puzzled. He slowly got up, and scooped her back in his arms and held her like she was a feather. Despite the hours and hours of love making, nothing drained his spirit. Carrying her back to the bed for the final time, he beamed down at her flushed face, gently stroking his hand against her cheek as he laid her back in the sheets.
"Elsa…" he mounted her again, his hands lovingly massaging her thighs as he parted them, then back to caressing her face as he glided back deep inside her. She gasped and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I vow to protect you..." he whispered as he kissed her deeply again. "I will lay down my life to protect you and your kingdom my queen." He whispered more, Elsa pulling him back into her mouth and wanting more of his taste. He thrusted easily into her wetness with more energy, concentrating deeply on how incredible she felt surrounding him. Her deep kisses now filling his mouth with a cold breeze, frost escaping from their mouths whenever they came back for air. The harder her fingers gripped and clawed into his back, the more frost began to grown and kiss his freckled shoulders. His voice weakened and droplets of sweat dripped down from his red bangs. "My goddesss!" he bellowed. "Oh… my goddess let me worship… you!" he cried as he pounded his hips as hard as he possibly could into her small frame. She could hardly stand the pressure, she wailed with pure pleasure, and tears flowed freely down her cheeks. As she came again for the countless time, she finally began to weaken. As he inched closer and closer to his breaking point… He forced her to look deep into his eyes, hands gripping tightly onto hers. He would never allow himself to desecrate the honor of being allowed to come inside of a queen.
Finally she felt him tremble in a new way, his hips stopping briefly as he cried out.
"Goddess…"he cried harder… her insides overflowing with a new kind of heat. She watched him as he reeled back, his back arching sharply, his fluid seeping out and onto the bed… He began to shake all over uncontrollably as he slumped on top of her, taking her by surprise. Completely spent, he could only take deep breaths as his hips slowly gyrated… Still wanting more. She sighed deeply, realizing what had just conspired… was completely untraditionally in every way… But a smile grew from ear to ear, as he nuzzled her gently and whimpered, still inside of her and still not wanting to let her go. He rested his damp head on her chest, and she happily embraced him… one arm smoothing his strong back… Her other hand busy with combing her fingers through his bangs. So she could see his sleepy gaze… There was nothing traditional about her anyway, she thought to herself. This is… He leaned up slightly to smile back at her, his green eyes sparkling more than ever. This is perfection she thought. Noticing the patches of frost that randomly appeared on his arms, shoulders, and back, she quickly pulled the blankets up and over themselves. Hans slowly rolling onto his back, pulling her onto his chest, they wrapped themselves up in loving warmth. This was not expected, at all. They both thought. But still… it made a little bit of sense. Both taking a last, deep breath, small snowflakes gently floated out from their mouths and settled on their cheeks. They laughed softly. There was nothing left to say right now… They held each other closer, and closed their eyes in complete comfort. All they could do now, was sleep, and dream… And worry about tomorrow after a tender night of rest.