{WARNING - SHORT. SUPER SUPER SHORT. K. Here's a one-shot fic for ya'! I just recently re-watched Frozen, sooo ... yeah. A bit of Helsa for you. I re-wrote some of the movie in this fic, none of this actually happened (duh!). ~Ari}
One Drink, One Hell Of A Night
After Elsa's coronation, and Hans didn't catch Anna when she fell in that one moment (she got a bruise XD), Hans greeted Elsa at the door.
"Good evening, Your Majesty," the prince said calmly, bowing to the queen.
"Please, just call me Elsa, if you must," she suggested.
"If you insist, Queen Elsa." Hans smiled at her and took her hand. "May I be your first dance?"
Elsa quickly slipped her hand away, a frown forming on her face. "I'm afraid not. I'm not one for dancing, thank you."
"I can change that," Hans stated. "I beg you, m'lady."
"Oh, all right," Elsa finally gave in. "You must be Prince Hans of the Southern Isle?"
"How'd you guess?" Hans asked, taking the blonde's hand and leading them into the ballroom.
"I see you're not one to take 'no' for an answer." Elsa giggled quietly.
"Mm-hmm. I must admit that, I cannot lie to the queen." He began to dance with her as they talked. After a while, they sat down. It must've been at least an hour at most, Elsa thought. I'd better get something to drink. She stood up.
"I'll get us something to drink, okay?"
"Oh, please! It'll be an honor to get the drinks for us, Elsa. I insist." Hans went after the alcohol before Elsa could protest. Guess I'll let him get it ... It is my night, after all.
He came back with two wine glasses, but filled with vodka. "I wasn't sure what you wanted. I apologize if you don't like vodka. I can get a new one for you, whatever you'd like!"
I don't really enjoy vodka ... but I don't want to sound greedy ... "No, it's fine! I promise." She grabbed her wine glass with a small "thank you" and sipped gently. They talked for a few hours about Hans' twelve brothers and Elsa's sister, only stopping when they needed refills. After a while, they got pretty drunk and ended up not knowing what they were talking about.
Elsa grabbed Hans and pulled him off to the side, on the balcony. "So ... you're telling me ... your brothers shut you out of ... of Wal-Mart ..."
"N-no ... I said Costco ... or was it Starbucks? {How do you even mix those up though?! XD}"
Elsa pushed Hans against a wall. Hans was still a bit sober, and he realized this. Of course, he didn't want to upset the princess — er, queen, so he went along with it. She leaned in and kissed him deeply and passionately, putting all of her sober efforts that existed into the kiss. Hans finally kissed back, but not quite as passionate. He grabbed her by her hips and swung her around so they were in the opposite position, with Hans pushing her into the wall.
After a minute or two, which seemed like forever, they let go of each other. Hans danced some more with Elsa, and of course, drank some more.
Five hours later ...
Elsa and Hans laid back in Elsa's bed, panting and sweating. "That was some hardcore routing for football, eh, Elsa?" Hans asked. She nodded in reply.
"It was pretty intense. Can't believe Broncos lost the Superbowl."
~~~~~THE END~~~~~
Or is it?
Jk it is.
...
I'll just go now.
Buh-byeee.