... So I made a sequel bye

and we're starting off with porn. There's a good start to any story.

Sympathy for the Desperate

Chapter 1

The only thing Elsa took in from the whole affair was the look of absolute radiance on Rapunzel's face. If she even glanced at her daughter her face would light up; her eyes became brighter, her freckles stood out more. Motherhood made her excited, happy.

It wasn't just the Crown Princess, though, it was her husband, Eugene, who was just as in love with his little daughter as Rapunzel was. Even the King and Queen beamed so delightfully at their granddaughter, clasping to each other with resounding joy. Being in Corona, really seeing the royal family in their natural environment, only hit Elsa with a sense of longing for something better in her life in Arendelle. Not that things weren't improving—on the contrary, in the past year everything had dramatically improved in the kingdom.

Her relationships, however, were another story. Sure, secondary characters in her life like Olaf and Gerda were fine, but Anna and Hans… it seemed that no matter how hard she tried, both her sister and her husband held some resentment toward her. It'd been a year since The Great Thaw, and tensions still seemed as high as they'd been then.

So yes, she hated to admit it, but Elsa was jealous of what the Princess of Corona had. Hans took note of it as her hand squeezed to his arm at the sight of the picture perfect family. But she had to witness the announcement in person. If Rapunzel could make the trek to Arendelle while Elsa's winter was still raging, then surely Elsa and Hans could celebrate the birth of the new princess. Anna had been left in charge of Arendelle for the time being (as even though it was nearing springtime, she knew this was an important task, running the kingdom), and this was a bit of a holiday for the King and Queen, who desperately needed something different in their lives.

"Queen Elsa!" Rapunzel greeted cheerfully as she made her rounds around the ballroom. Baby Marlena slept in her crib in the corner, set off from the crowd, but still part of it all. The Princess embraced the Queen casually, and Elsa, taken aback, gazed at her husband, confused. Hans shrugged, but Elsa figured he could use a moment alone—she gave him such rare times to himself, after all—and followed Rapunzel around to a passing server, who handed them flutes of champagne.

It wasn't like her husband could do much damage here.

Occasionally Elsa would dance with Hans, or take a bite to eat, or talk amongst other nobles from other kingdoms. Most often, though, Elsa found herself in Rapunzel's company, asking her questions of her pregnancy, surprisingly. At one point Elsa even held Marlena in her arms, and the baby did not stir. Elsa, too, fell in love with her soft skin and thick, chestnut hair—it bloomed this want within her, to become this happy someday.

To avoid the nose from the echoing ballroom, Rapunzel helped Marlena back in her crib and led Elsa out to the balcony, another round of champagne in their hands.

"Your dress is exquisite!" the Princess complimented, twirling her companion around now that she had a good look at Elsa's signature ice gown and elaborate chignon.

"Oh, thank you," Elsa replied politely. "It's a perk of my powers, I suppose."

"That explains the snowflake designs!" Rapunzel giggled, sitting them both down on the balcony ledge. Elsa could see Hans clearly through the window, in deep conversation with Eugene.

"You look so happy," the Queen noticed after a moment.

"Oh, I am, Rapunzel sighed, nodding. "I couldn't possibly be happier."

Again, jealousy tugged at Elsa's heart—she couldn't even remember ever being that joyful. "Motherhood seems so becoming on you, my dear. There's such a luminous glow about you."

Rapunzel looked Elsa straight in the eye, taking her hands in her own. "Oh, Elsa, being a mother is the most amazing feeling in the world!" she confessed.

Elsa looked out longingly at the waves lapping at the shore of the kingdom, blackened by the night sky. "I don't know if I trust myself to ever be a mother," she admitted. "But it seems so lovely, from where you stand."

"Oh, the process is difficult—and it does take time to get used to the crying and all that. But when Marlena looks at me and Eugene with those brilliant eyes… oh, Elsa, I can't even describe how it takes my breath away!"

"And Eugene?" Elsa pressed, wanting as much information on this as possible.

"Already Marlena's realized just how much she loves her father." Rapunzel nodded. "And Eugene and I have never been closer."

It sounded like a godsend, a surefire solution to her problems at home. It sounded childish and stupid, to want something so life changing, but Elsa, desperate, was willing to do anything for the happiness that little family possessed.

No one outside Arendelle really knew what happened that last year. Causing such a scandal might have affected economic relations in the kingdom, so most information was on the down low. Briefly Elsa considered telling Rapunzel all her fears and troubles, but as a Queen she knew she could not bring herself to do that to her people.

The two royals enjoyed each other's company the remainder of the night, and when guests dispersed to their rooms, Elsa bade the royal family a pleasant evening before retreating to her guest quarters, feeling the warm hum of alcohol running through her system.

While the guest room was definitely nowhere near as fancy as her quarters in Arendelle, it was cozy, and Elsa could see under the dim candlelight that her husband was already in bed.

The thing about alcohol, Elsa realized, was the effect it had on her mind. It made her want, made her want to take whatever she thought rightfully hers. She wasn't too far gone; she was still quite aware of herself and her surroundings. And right now, she wanted her husband, so she gently shook his shoulder.

"Elsa?" he asked, groggily rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Have you just left the party?"

"It just ended," she informed, running a hand through his hair.

"Then why disturb my sleep?" Hans gazed at her, annoyed.

"Because I didn't spend enough time with you during the festivities," Elsa pouted, letting her hair flow loose as she took it down.

"We spend enough time together on literally every other occasion," Hans pointed out. "Besides, shouldn't you sleep off your intake of alcohol?"

"Eventually." Elsa moved on to shake her hair out before proceeding to strip off her dress unabashedly before her husband.

"Elsa…" Hans groaned, sitting up, however. "Must you always be in this mood when you drink?"

Smirking, Elsa just slipped into bed beside Hans and cupped her husband's jaw gently. "Are you opposing?" she challenged, pressing her body against his.

Hans' lack of a response gave Elsa the answer she needed. She slid effortlessly below her husband, pulling him atop her. Usually she showed her dominance; tonight she was making an exception.

The kiss Elsa stole was calculated, and she wanted something more. Sex just wasn't what it had been in a while. In Hans there seemed to be a lot of reluctance to give himself fully to his wife, like he didn't utter those three little words just for her.

But she stripped him down quickly, kissing him with a desperate need for that more. And he just wasn't giving it to her, even as she tried to stimulate him with a hand. His face remained rather stoic, and, pouting, she stopped and wrapped her arms tight around his neck, bringing him down to whisper in his ear.

"Please," she murmured. "I miss this. I miss you. There should be nothing holding you back—it's your own fear. But please, my darling, you have no reason to turn down such a human act." Besides, she knew he was completely aware of how truly powerless he had become. This relationship was the only thing he had left in the world.

"Let go," she urged, and when she looked at him again, there was a gaze of understanding that had passed over his face, and she smiled.

Hans leaned down for a kiss, which started out sweet enough, but it soon built into something much more passionate, and Elsa sighed contently as she opened herself to him. There should be no shame, no regret. In these moments Elsa just wanted to give herself over to love and pleasure, but it would only be fruitful if Hans did the same.

He set a gentle pace at first, all the while burying his face in her neck with a sigh. But Elsa cupped his face in her hands and brought him up until their eyes met, and his were finally dilated until there was but a thin ring of green surrounding his pupils. He panted against her lips, and occasionally Elsa brought him in for a kiss, but the real intimacy—they were both aware by this point—was the eye contact, from which neither faltered, not even as they sped up, intensity increasing.

Neither spoke, as there was no reason to. No, all there was was what Elsa had been craving all this time, and what Hans had been too reluctant to give. Why miss out on this, she wondered. Even Hans was starting to get this in his expression.

Elsa arched her back, moaned and tossed her head against the pillows as she came, and Hans wasn't far behind, again pressing his face to her neck as he eventually stilled.

As soon as she caught her breath, Elsa pulled Hans to her and pushed his hair back looking him straight in the eye again.

He was shaking a bit.

She then pulled him down to her breast and kissed the top of his head, closing her eyes.

Hans didn't have to say anything. Elsa already knew what he was thinking.

... only I decided to be more vague about the porn I'm writing this time, so...

there probably won't be too much of it in this fic, sorry to say.

Also a bit more of Rapunzel than in the last one. Will they show up again? Who knows (I do, tho~).

Let's see where this goes then.

Next chapter: Elsa and Hans arrive back in Arendelle to resume their duties. Anna wonders if the rift between her and her sister is because of Hans, or if it's something else entirely.

Till then,

Eliza