Title: Weekends
Pairing: Hans/Anna
Notes: Inspired from a friend who joked about the idea of Anna keeping Hans as her…mistress. You know who you are. No ship-shaming please. And if there is anything that needs to be corrected, I'll get on that later. Also, the story jumps back from the present to the past and so on…
The moment her carriage pulled up to the chalet, Anna took a deep breath, exhaled long and ritually thought to herself, this is a mistake. Of course she always said that, to the point it became cliché, but the truth was still the truth no less. She wrung her hands, sizing up the elegant house, its artistic design and detail already burned in memory from visit after visit after visit after…
Anna stopped herself, closed her eyes and looked for composure. She managed to sort herself in time when her coachman knocks on her door. "My lady, we have arrived," as if she didn't know. He guided her step and her peripheral picked up the disapproval in his eyes. Oh, very much like Elsa's.
After such a miserable childhood, both sisters had finally come together at last. Their relationship the same as before when they were still young, if not much stronger in the last couple of years after that snowy incident. Elsa's ice powers were no longer an issue. But this however…
She mentally groaned, remembering this morning when she entered her sister's study (that was once their father's) to tell her that she was about to go. And although Elsa had tried to conceal it (as she had done so in the past), the room temperature dropped noticeably as she acknowledged her departure in a quick nod.
They had both agreed to never talk about it. Elsa would look the other way, never questioning what Anna did every weekend she was gone and the latter would never breathe a word about it. Other than…well…this, things went swimmingly between them.
Anna sighed as the carriage pulled away from view. There was no point keeping him waiting any longer.
She gets ushered in by one of the small staff, a friendly old timer with a distinct accent from the far-flung place he came from (just like the rest of the staff). He brought her to the receiving area, a small room with comfortable chairs. He then left after apologizing that the master was out riding but would return shortly.
Anna snorted as the dear man exited, Master. Right. She paid for everything, if anyone was to be called that, it should be her.
The annoying this-is-a-mistake mantra was about to rear its ugly head when Hans finally arrives in his riding clothes and boots. With hair askew and face fresh from sweat and exhilaration, he exuded the perfect representation of masculinity—and that was suddenly all Anna could think about.
Hans had been let off easy. No imprisonment, no death sentence. He got to keep the head on his shoulders and the clothes on his back.
And just that.
All financial support revoked, it was made abundantly clear by his royal family (if you could still call them that) that he was persona non grata in the eyes of the court, with all his contacts cutting him off completely. Oh, and here was the funny part, he was still a prince but was essentially a title with imaginary quotation marks. A pauper prince if you will, an utter disgrace.
When Anna had heard that gossip, she had scoffed, serves him right, while stuffing her face with chocolate. She nearly choked when an inappropriate piece of news caught her ears. Because of his bleak situation, Hans had been left to rely on his natural talent and what could have been more natural to him as breathing than seducing women. Oh, and apparently he was good, really good.
These women were countesses and duchesses, women who were wealthy, some married. As long as they had the coin and Hans be his usual manipulative and seductive self, well…they both benefitted in their own terms. His reputation didn't bother them…it actually made him appealing. No joke! He was virile and handsome and that was all that seemed to matter.
This part was no surprise to Anna, considering he had managed to get her to say yes to marriage in one night with just a smile and those eyes she once called dreamy. She blushed furiously at her own stupidity. Thankfully they never got that far.
It was months after when she heard about him again, and how could she not when he was in Arendelle. But it wasn't his idea. Hans wasn't stupid. If he had known the destination, he would have sooner cut off one of his own legs than take one step leading to the dock. This was his client's idea, a young rich baroness who had wanted to spend the summer with him. In Arendelle. Apparently, she was not as bright as she had led him to believe…and did not take to quarreling just as well. She left him stranded with nothing but the shock on his face and the clothes on his back (that sounded familiar).
He had nowhere to go, no contacts to rely on. No amount of charm could persuade the women to his whims, who more or less considered dallying with him treason against the queen. Oh you know, the queen with powerful ice magic that he almost killed. He began living like a vagabond, trying to find any kinds of means to get a meal in his belly or shade from the rain. It was pathetic. He was pitiful.
And Anna actually felt sorry for him.
This was saying a lot of things when you considered the horrible things he had done. She was actually disgusted with herself when she felt a sense of pity for this prince. Despite what he had done to her (and Elsa), Anna could not find it in her to glee over his situation. She might have had a frozen heart but she could never be heartless.
And so she made the first mistake.
Seeking him out.
"Did you miss me?" He purred, planting a kiss on her cheek as he pulled her closer to him. Anna feigned struggle before huffing, "You smell terrible." She was lying of course. Only Hans could smell good even after spending time on a horse and sweating under the noon sun. He was a sickeningly perfect man if you ignored past transgressions and roguish behavior.
"Tsk. Always the same with you. Have you eaten?"
She shrugged, relaxing into embrace while inhaling him softly, "I had breakfast but that's about it."
"I haven't had anything. I'll have lunch served in the gardens. Would that suit you?"
She nodded, her head brushing his chin in the process.
"I'll go change. I wouldn't want to offend your nose while we eat."
"You don't have to change. That would be pointless, don't you think?"
Anna stiffened the moment the words left her lips. She wanted to slap herself for forgetting to filter out her words because only Hans could find an opening for innuendo. And hearing him chuckle, he already did.
"You're right." She could just hear the smirk in his voice. "Why change clothes when you're mostly going to be out of them, right?"
Bastard.
There was an unused chalet near the hillside that had been built over a decade ago by their parents. It was like a getaway for them, a place to unwind from time to time. Of course it went untended for a number of years when Elsa's powers had to be concealed, when they shut the gates and rarely left.
Anna thought herself magnanimous, offering him to stay there for the time being. She would even hire a servant or two if he wanted, considering it took a couple hours ride from the town proper. She would let him have his horse again (who was happy to be reunited with his rider) and give him a little allowance. She was basically giving him the luxury he was accustomed to…well, just until the next ship sailed by. Then he had to go.
While she was drawing out the terms, he was quietly discerning her and did not say a word the whole time. He just sat there, elbows propped on the table, hiding probably a sneer (she thought) behind his hands, looking un-princely. When she was done talking her mouth off (negotiating was tiring), she coolly asked for his response.
There was an uncomfortable stillness when he just continued regarding her with those intense eyes. She was about to snap when he finally spoke.
"What do I give you in return?"
Anna bristled, "as if I would want anything from you!"
Oh, how wrong she was.
"You taste like sandwiches," she blurted when he broke their kiss. Wait, what? She groaned in embarrassment, realizing what she just said. God, why was she so unsexy? Hans blinked, lips curling ready to tease but Anna prevented him with a don't-you-dare-say-anything glare.
He conceded and went back to the business at hand, which was focusing on the princess lying beneath him. Anna shut her eyes, feeling his mouth on her neck, slowly moving down her chest, and then lower to her navel and then…
She squealed, her hips bucking.
Oh, he was good.
His hands were splayed over her thighs while he…he…ohh…she couldn't think. Not now when he was busy doing thaaaaaah…
After a few minutes of mindless pleasure and embarrassing noises, he finished, dabbing his mouth with the bed sheet, looking all smug as he usually did with that smug grin and those smug eyes.
"Now you taste like sandwiches."
Ugh.
She visited him. Like an idiot. She had persuaded herself to check on him, to see if he was up to no good, which was stupid ("Honestly, Anna! What can he do in the countryside?" Elsa huffed). But who could blame her? After what he pulled, even him picking his nose would seem suspicious.
Still…she really shouldn't be here. But it was too late, the carriage would not return for a few hours. It would be okay, she assured herself. She had brought along two guards to be posted outside in case anything happened.
Honestly…she brightened to her usual self, doubt leaving her.
What could happen?
The bed was shaking a lot. So much, Anna feared it was going to give at any moment. Hans was pacing himself, burying his face to the crook of her neck, occasionally grazing his teeth on her skin and grunting breathlessly into her ear.
Anna bit back a cry; the building sensations were steadily taking control of her senses. Wave after wave of pleasure hitting her each time he moved.
"Hans…" she gasped, his name honeyed on her lips. Her fingers trailed his back, feeling the tension and cord of his muscles. She dug her nails, which elicited a moan from him. She tightened her legs around his waist, and almost immediately, he just lost it.
"Damn you." He seethed, suddenly forgetting he was taking his time and letting himself go. He was glaring at her with a familiar face. Where had she seen it before?
"Oh Anna…"
She whimpered. The library. His face. That voice. Oh God, she was losing it. He had betrayed her. Used her as a pawn. Treated her like a fool. Laughed at her. Left her to die. She had always recalled that every moment with disdain and anger…but now, it actually excited her. Here she was in bed with him between her legs. This man she once loved then hated then—
There was something wrong with her.
With both of them.
But whatever it was, it diminished with every fevered movement.
"I thought you made it very clear in our agreement that we would not be seeing each other. And yet, here you are."
Anna felt a twitch. He was right…that was part of the deal, which she completely forgot in her rational irrationality (wait that did not make sense…did it?). But then again, who was he to talk like that to her after her generosity? The nerve!
Anna crossed her arms. This was her house that she paid with her very own money to keep running and she was letting him stay. She deserved respect. She was no longer that naïve girl he could toy with.
"You don't get to talk to me like that! Not ever. Don't forget who gave you a place to stay."
He glowered at her, "Oh, so I belong to you now, is that it? You don't tell me what to do, princess."
"At least I can live up to my title unlike you." Ooh, that was a major burn! He actually looked unsettled for a moment. But he quickly went back to scowling.
"Just leave me be. We have nothing to do with each other. I'll be gone the moment a ship comes by so don't worry your pretty little head if you think I'm up to something."
"I don't trust you."
"Oh Anna," he laughed, "as if I did not know that already."
"I know how good of a liar you are."
He raised an eyebrow. "Oh yes, you would know. And I'm also sure you've heard other things about me as well."
Her skin crawled.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Oh," he spat, "I'm sure you have. I've built quite a reputation for myself. I got paid extremely well for my services."
Anna could feel her stomach turn in disgust, seeing that sick smile on his face. Oh how she wanted to punch him again.
"But this is a first time I get paid with my own lodging and servants."
Her eyes narrowed. Surely, he was not insinuating…
"Wh-what?"
"Oh? Tell me Anna, is part of me being here to sate your curiosity? After all, you were the first girl I proposed to but I left untouched. Did you feel cheated?"
"You're sick."
He returned her glare with equal measure, his words biting. "And what are you? You keep a man who wronged you inside a fancy house like some kind of doll. Why, it's almost perverted. Tell me, Anna. I want to know. Am I your mistress? Is this how this arrangement works? Am I your kept whore?"
"Go to hell!" She screamed and before she knew it she was making a beeline for the door. The moment she shut it, she sank down to her knees, crying in frustration. She had let him get to her. She had been weak. Again. Truthfully, she was more angry with herself than at him. How could she let him do this to her? Let him hurt her like that?
She knew what she had to do.
Or rather, not to do.
See him.
She would not see him again, as she should have from the start.
Not today. Not tomorrow. Not ever.
"I'll see you next weekend," Hans whispered, wrapping his arms around her, her back pressing against his bare chest. Anna sighed as she leaned against him, letting the warmth of his body soak in her clothes. Was the weekend really over so soon?
She sighed again.
END.
