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Forgive me for the venom

-Elsa-

No matter how hard she tried to, her eyes couldn't leave the window. Elsa pulled her arms close to her shoulders, Alone. She shivered and the tears threatened to burst from the barrier of her eyes. She bit her lip until it bled. Alone. The word that haunted her life.

Five months since her secret was out and Anna saved her from destruction, and she still felt lonelier then ever. She stared at the room around her, despite public appeal, Elsa still had moments when her powers suddenly spiraled out of her control. The walls covered in frost, snow glimmered- standing still in the air around her, her own symbol of eternal pain. The times when her world would begin to crash around her and crumble at the seams, which wasn't as often- but when she had them, everything fell apart. She couldn't take it anymore, couldn't bear to stay and see if she would harm the others around her. She hesitated by the door and grabbed her cloak, dropping it just as fast - the real winter had settled over Arendelle, but She wasn't cold, it didn't bother her. The pale white of her loose silk top glowed in the moonlight, matching the bleach of her signature braid, and its long sleeves provided no warmth but she slipped into the first pair of shoes she could find. Of course it was a pair of heels, and at the time she really didn't care. She turned the knob and her heels clicked with every step down the hall way.

Elsa slouched and cowered, clasping her hands together and trying to calm himself long enough to make it out of the castle, but streaks of frost followed her feet over the tile. Her pace quickened to a run and she stormed out the gates, she stared at the harbor, it was faster and frozen always. Elsa stormed across the ice, ferociously pounding the ground with her heels, disappearing into the woods, up the mountains faster then light, finding her palace with ease and storming up the steps, bursting into her room.

Her legs gave way and she threw herself onto her bed, sobbing into the sheets, her chest burning with sorrow. Snow fell silently from the ceiling, sharp strands if ice began to cover what had once been smooth and flawless as glass. She no longer held herself back, her heart pounded- her sobs continued until her eyes began to swell.

"I don't want to be alone..." She shivered at her words. Curling into herself with the sharp pain in her stomach.

"Your not." A soft voice whispered from behind her.

Elsa jumped in shock, sitting up and whipping her head around to face the voice, but no one stood there. the voices inside of her head ate her alive, and it hurt, she held her hand to her chest, attempting to quench the pain that thundered there. Is it possible to freeze a heart... that's already frozen? Suddenly a hand brushed her shoulder, Elsa turned sharply to face whoever was with her. But again, she was faced with an empty room.

"Who's there?" She whispered softly. And she was greeted with silence.

Elsa fell back on the bed, her head stinging with pain, the migraine pounding on her temples.

-Jack-

Jack felt her pain rattle the walls of the glorious palace. He had since the day she created it.

Softly, Jack whispered to her - knowing she couldn't hear him.

"Elsa, Elsa its okay."

She stormed up the steps, her elbow running through his shoulder, causing it to splay as if it was never there, coming back to join Jack's body. He followed Elsa to her room, when she hit her bed the sobs began to flake the ice of her own walls. He leaned against the door frame, rubbing his head roughly. Jack's heart ached, useless much?

Jack wanted to be there, comfort her. He wanted to wipe the tears, kiss her, speak to her softly.

But I can't.

The thought sent cold streaks of anger through his blood, raggedly spiking the edges of the doorway. Jack swung his staff quickly, repairing it to the smooth surface Elsa had originally made it, only to watch her sadness crack it again. He could't take it anymore, Jack stormed to Elsa's bedside.

"I don't want to be alone." Her words rattled in his ears. He looked at the ceiling and screamed.

"YOUR NOT ALONE! I'M RIGHT HERE!" Jack took a single step and tripped on a crack in the ice, Clumsy bastard. He peered up to see Elsa turn roughly. She heard me. He scurried to his feet, tripping over his excitement and scrambling to her bedside. See me, please. Just see me. He stared at Elsa, her big blue eyes looking right into his. He felt his heart pulsate faster, his chest pounded with ferocity.

And then Elsa's eyes drifted, searching endlessly. Jack fell, his knees digging into the floor, he clenched his fingers into his hair, pulling out the frustration. The tears ran hot and salty down his frosty cheeks. He slowly pulled himself together, his swollen face and cheeks red with sadness. Slowly, Jack watched his snow queen cry. Reaching out gently, he laid his hand on her flawless shoulder.

Elsa jumped at his touch. Jack stepped back startled, staring at his hands, he tried to touch her softly, but his hand dissolved again.

What's happening to me?

"Who's there?" Elsa whispered, before whimpering and fall back uselessly.

I'm sorry my precious queen.

Please forgive me for the venom of being lonely.

Jack waited until Elsa stood, and he couldn't stop. He reached for her and went to press his lips to hers, only to have her walk through him. He watched her walk out of the frozen room, the white silk shirt fell off her shoulders, draping her arms which Elsa caressed close to her. When Elsa exited Jack followed. His memories flashing back to the first time he'd ever seen Elsa.

Flashback

Jack wondered aimlessly through the town. Summer had dominated its land and he silently fell off to the side. Now was his time to watch. He watched the children playing in the town-square, he watched funny characters enter from all over, he just watched. People walked through him without a second notion, most of them shrugging off, thinking that the chill was from a spider on their shoulder or the breeze that no one else seemed to be affected by. Jack stayed in the nice tiny town for the entire day, throwing rocks into the water. Waving at the 2 or 3 kids who saw him.

The night danced its way onto the sky, and Jack crouched by the edging of the castle, listening to the hum of music from the party inside. Jack had stayed out, looking up to wonder at his famous friend, Man in Moon. Suddenly he heard the crash of the doors, the bounce of blonde hair, pulled tight into a bun. Jack inched closer, his thoughts wondering who this mysteriously sexy being was. She turned, at her blue eyes just pulled him in closer.

Jack trotted forward, to look closer, and he saw the terror lacing her face. He stared at her, confused. The girl whipped her head around to a woman holding a child and Jack stepped behind her. His eyes wandering to her incredible ass.

Wow I'm a terrible person.

Jack blushed at his own horny sub conscience. He realized the girl began to back up, and he quickly moved.

The she tripped, on his foot. Jack gasped and pulled away. She stumbled and he lunged forward to catch her but she latched on to the edging of the fountain. The ice of her own stress covered the stone, freezing the water into a glorious figurine. I am not the only one. The girl's gaze focused on the doorway where a strange man stood, she begged him to stay away and the ice burst from her palm in an uncontrollable rage.

Jack stared at her.

"Wait!" he shouted, but she could not hear. The girl turned and ran, Jack followed her.

And he didn't leave.

Present

Now, instead of following Elsa through mountains and valleys to build her castle, he followed her through it's halls. Elsa stopped were the mirror reflected her image back at her and stared. Jack rising behind her. He held her shoulders, feeling the tips of his fingers dissolve at her skin. He knew when Elsa was most vulnerable, he felt it whenever she didn't like her reflection.

A bang from the doors sounded loudly, causing both Elsa and Jack to jump. Elsa turned, her face grazing Jack's chest, before again walking through him.

Jack sighed, looking in the mirror again. He felt his own broken eyes stare back at him.

Forgive me for the venom, the venom of this terrible curse.

-Elsa-

Elsa shivered, rubbing her tears away as she turned her back to the icy reflection. Her heels clicked softly down the steps, she was the fool who stormed up here in her night clothes, a white silk top and black cloth shorts that barely covered her rear, but she couldn't help it, she loved the feeling of sheets on her legs, almost as much as she enjoyed the freezing wind on them, and of course it wasn't like she ever got cold.

Elsa stared at the ice doors, opening them without touching them. She blinked outside, looking straight up into the emerald eyes of a glorious stranger.

"Hello?" The man looked at her calmly, and then his eyes flickered, "Queen Elsa, I uhm.. Anna is looking for you." He stood again and blushed. Elsa couldn't help but notice the man look at her legs for a second too long. Elsa blushed, which was way too noticeable, and caused the man to feel the regret of his mistake. "I-I'm sorry I uhm," The boy began to turn. His black hair getting tossed by the slow breeze.

"What is your name, I've never seen you before?" The words slipped out of Elsa's mouth and she felt her stomach roll. She was supposed to be a queen, and here she was standing in front of what was apparently her newest staff with the tiniest pair of short and her blushing face slowly turning redder.

"Marco, my name is Marco." The boy let out a nervous breath, making him seem like he couldn't be older then 21 or 22. He was breath-takingly attractive. Elsa blushed again, and suddenly she felt her demeanor change, she felt her body tingle with desperation. She cringed at the way her heart ached so badly it hurt. She looked up at Marco, and what she did surprised them both.

She took Marco's cheeks and kissed him.

Marco hesitated, and Elsa pulled back, shocked by her body's decisions.

"Marco, I-"

But Elsa couldn't finish. Her body wanted more, her hands clawed at Marco's chest - her kiss getting harder and more intense. Marco didn't refuse. He leaned inside of the castle and his hands wandered to Elsa's hips. His fingers dancing over the silk of her shirt, sending sparks of excitement through Elsa's body.

This is a mistake. Elsa's mind ran rampid. She did not love this devilish - this delicious- boy that she kissed. She knew she would hate herself later, she knew she'd be a mess from letting her emotions take her like this but she didn't care. The burn of Marco's human lips against her cold hurt enough to make her squirm but she hardly cared. Marco shifted and released her. His breath was warm on her cheek and they scrambled up the stairs, kissing in a hot mess of hands and lips as they shrugged out of their shoes.

Entering the bedroom, Marco picked up Elsa by her thighs, pinning her to the wall. His lips returned to hers, hungry and passionate. His tongue daring access to her mouth which she allowed. The kissed burned, but Elsa smiled when he backed away, leaving traces of sizzling kissed on her jawbone, down her neck.

Elsa gasped with pleasure and Marco's teeth grazed to skin of her collarbone. She felt her insides warm with every burn of Marco's touch and she stripped him of his jacket and shirt, letting them fall. Marco pulled Elsa off the wall and settled her on the bed, his hands tracing her legs with fiery passion. Elsa dragged her fingers through his jet black mess of hair, moaning when Marco's hands found their way up her shirt and traced her glorious torso. Elsa mumbled Marco's name when the silk shirt was pulled off her body, and she squirmed out of her shorts sitting up, eagerly sliding off Marco's pants along with his boxers. Elsa stopped, staring at his perfectly fit body. Tracing his abdomen with her cold fingers, burning herself without a care. She slid her hand very slowly downwards, her heart pulsating with anticipation. She heard Marco's sigh when her fingertips gently brushed his erection.

Marco's excitement must have gotten the best of him because he grabbed Elsa's shoulder's fiercely, pushing her into the mattress and focusing himself on her legs which he spread, kissing the insides of her thighs and lustfully gliding his fingers over her core.

Elsa cried ecstatically, her legs jumping to close, but Marco's broad arms kept them open. He teased her curiously, tracing her underwear, causing Elsa's breath to quicken and light moans of sheer lust to escape her. A crooked smile split over Marco's face, and he traced her core with his tongue through her wet underwear. Elsa tried to squirm from the pleasure but Marco was strong, and he held her down intensely.

Marco stopped, looking up at Elsa, suddenly he was breath taking, his eyes, emerald with every shade of green. He gave Elsa another look of question. Her mind screamed yes while her heart yelled to stop.

In the end, Elsa's mind took the best of her, and Marco slid her underwear down, inserting two fingers into her core. Elsa's hands grabbed the sheets, she cried Marco's name again when his tongue touched her clit. Marco played and toyed feeling Elsa's insides tighten around his fingers. Slowly he withdrew them, entering hard again this time with three fingers.

He hit the spot inside Elsa that made her scream, and her back arched. She gritted her teeth, closing her eyes fiercely as her climax started to reach it's peek. Her first orgasm began to find its way into her. Marco smiled devilishly, hitting her spot again this time with a harsher thrust.

Elsa screamed and lurched, her orgasm collapsing around her. Suddenly the ice of her castle spiked and cracked as she cried out and fell back down, her breath taking over, Elsa tried to catch it, she whimpered and Marco came back to land a burning kiss on her lips.

"Not bad for my first time," Elsa whispered softly, and she stared into Marco's eyes watching them widen. Marco jumped and sat up.

"Elsa, I - I din't know that you-" But Elsa wouldn't hear it. She peeked down at him, realizing by the mess of liquids on the sheets that Marco must have climaxed with her.

"Sh- Marco." She looked into his eyes, feeling herself warm with the enjoyment of his company. "It was perfect." She sat up to reach his shoulders, pulling him back down to lay with her.

For what felt like forever, she stared at him and he stared back. Memorizing his features. The lust for his touch hurting her breath. She studied the patterns of his bright eyes, the cupid's bow of his lips and she touched the curve of his jaw slowly enough to memorize its line. She felt her eyes close, her body worn from the burn of Marco's touch. Before her eyes fluttered closed, she felt Marco's lips press to hers again, her turned Elsa on her side and pulled the sheets over them both. Letting his burning skin rest against her back, she feel asleep. document here...