A/N: Oh gosh. This is….way more than I initially meant for it to be. I was reminded of the song Sex and Violence by The Scissor Sisters the other day, and I immediately couldn't think of anything but Helsa. (Well, that is, after Jimlock.) I just had to write the fic. I hope you guys enjoyed it.

~Wayfaring Snowflake

Oh, I need a witness

To see the mess I've made.

There's a broken lampshade

Ashtrays

Burnt floors

Bed's unmade

Are you sleeping, if you are,

do you dream of what I'm doing -

to you.

Undo you.

Through with you,

until I need a round of-

Every time I spend my self

it never runs too low.

I can't escape the need for

sex and violence.

Never let you see them

Hand in hand

And once is just the other

Softest touches

Deeper than the ocean

Give it to me faster.

Feel it, feel it.

Sex and violence.

Ooh, it's gonna make you cry.

Sex and violence.

Ooh, it's gonna make you cry.

They were lost. The sensations, the touches - the perfect blend of hot and cold. Their lips ached as tongues mingled. Their bodies moved in ways that seemed inhuman. The sheer force of the lust between the two of them seemed almost animalistic.

This had been going on for a month or so now. They would tell themselves that they were quitting one another, but they never did. The man always found a way back into the queen's mind - and back into her bed. Elsa told herself that it was wrong, that she shouldn't be doing this to her sister, but she couldn't stop. The haze of bite marks and slick bodies moving together as one was almost too much for her to handle. The lines that she made on his skin were beautiful and raw. Her nails dug into his shoulders hard enough to draw blood. He matched her mark for mark, though, and, God, if Anna saw her body the poor girl would think she was being beaten.

Anna.

The girl could never find out. She couldn't know of her secret endeavors with the man who had almost killed her - the one who had almost killed both of them. It would break her heart. She could almost see the devastation that was inevitable on her little sister's face.

She was brought back to her sense when Hans bit down on her shoulder.

"Fuck!"

The man smirked at her outburst. "Too much for you to handle, your highness?" His words were laced with venom and sarcasm that only Elsa herself could match. She hissed, nails raking across the lithe man's back.

"I hate you," she growled at him. "You're a traitor."

"You mean the way you're a traitor to your very bloodline for having me here?" He clicked his tongue. "You really should watch your word choice, my queen."

Wrapping her legs around his waist, she growled again, kissing him hard and fighting for dominance. The tall man simply smirked, controlling her every move from above.

Oh, I was a real man

stealing all their trade.

I was strong and self-made.

Well paid.

So groomed.

Persuasive.

You were walking home that night

too kind to be elusive.

Where do you live?

What'll you give?

Who are you with?

And how're you getting home-

Does anybody know right now

Exactly where you are?

Whoa, a step inside's a step too far from

sex and violence.

Never let you see them

Hand in hand

And once is just the other

Softest touches

Deeper than the ocean

Give it to me faster.

Feel it, feel it.

Sex and violence.

Ooh, it's gonna make you cry.

Sex and violence.

Ooh, it's gonna make you cry.

Hans closed his eyes, thrusting into Elsa hard. The blonde was the only thing on his mind. He could think of nothing else but her beneath him, begging. Pleading. Asking for more. He was in complete control of the situation, and it gave him such a rush. He slammed into her time after time, lost in his haze. Teeth clamped down on a lip, then a nipple. Ears registered the sound of a stifled moan - Anna was just down the hall, anyway. Limbs tangled in the lust of the action, and an onlooker may have even had a bit of trouble telling which skin belonged to which body.

"You're mine," he growled out, voice husky with need. "And you are to never," Pinch. "ever," Bite. "let me catch you with anyone else." The only response he got was a weak whine from Elsa. She twitched and moaned under him with need as he released inside of her. She was almost glowing with pleasure. There was a reason why she had taken to wearing more conservative dresses as of late, but it sure as hell wasn't for a more conservative reason.

Sex and violence.
Hit me with a love that
Burns so bright
And once is just the other.
The sweetest taste is
never gonna leave you.
Even when it hurts you.
Feel it, feel it.
Sex and violence,
ooh, it's gonna make you cry.
Sex and violence,
ooh, it's gonna make you cry.