"Hans! It's time to wake up!"

He pushed up from his uncomfortable bed when he heard Anna's voice to rouse him.

When he didn't immediately open the door, instead choosing to find a warmer shirt, Anna banged on it again. "Elsa's sick, guess who gets to clean that up?"

He groaned. Wasn't Gerda her personal maid? He'd rather clean the ballroom again and do the laundry.

"Hurry up, you lazy ass, you think Elsa likes having to deal with that?"

Finally, he opened the door, wearing a long sleeve and a jacket provided for blustery days around the castle. "Where's the mop?"

She raised an eyebrow. "You mean the mop that Sven broke yesterday?"

She shoved a full bucket and a clean rag into his arms.

"Have fun."

Carefully he carried the bucket filled with soapy water up the flight of stairs to Elsa's room. The handle was frigid and the inside was even colder. The Queen laid on her bed, eyes half open as she breathed deeply. She was paler than usual, and cold sweat clung to her night clothes and messy braid.

He pulled his under shirt up over his nose, and grabbed the bucket most of the vomit was in and took it back downstairs to clean it out, then return it to her side.

She opened her eyes when he started scrubbing the floors, wringing out the rag almost every minute.

"Your hand-" She protests feebly. His left hand was unusable, and his right was raw from the scalding products Anna had slipped into the water.

"I'm fine, go back to sleep," He said, wrinkling his nose when she leans over to throw up, and then gasping, clutching her stomach while tears streak down her face.

"Water?" She asks.

He gets up and heads downstairs to get the clean water and empty the bucket again. When he comes back up, she's still silently sobbing.

"My head hurts," She complains before she gulps down most of the water.

"How much did you have to drink?" He asks, getting back down to his position on the floor to clean up.

She ticks off on her fingers, and he grows uneasy when she starts on the second hand. "Seven."

"Seven?" He repeats. "Your first time drinking."

Her tongue swipes over her chapped lips while he cleans up more of the emesis. "I got worried when I saw all them there, so I just started drinking." She leans over to ralph again before flopping back against her sweat stained pillows.

"I suppose it was a better choice than freezing the kingdom."

"Yeah." She purses her lips. "I'm feeling better and require a bath."

He sucked in a sigh. "I'll go find Gerda."

Before he could find the older woman, he bumped into Anna. "You're supposed to be taking care of Elsa, what are you doing?"

"I need Gerda-"

"You don't need shit, get back up there and do your job."

"But-"

She grabbed him roughly by his shirt. "I can think of something else for you."

"I think I'll go back to..." He trailed off, deciding that telling Anna he was going to bathe her sister didn't seem like a good idea.

"Good, now get out of my sight," She let go of his shirt and swiftly walked back down to the seamstresses room.

He found his way back upstairs after a long debate on whether Anna would catch him if he continued searching for Gerda.

"Where's Gerda?" She asked., leaning up in bed. Her skin was sickly pale and covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

"Uh," He pulled back her blankets. "She's uh helping with dinner. Can you undress yourself?"

She looked down and pulled at the buttons on her chest while he went to run the bath. He added tons of soap, watching it fill with bubbles.

He covered his eyes when he walked back into the room. "Ready?"

He heard the rustle of fabric. "Yes."

He heard her slip into the bath and he opened his eyes. Her body was mostly covered by the bubbles, and he kneeled down and began untangling her braid.

"I'm gonna need you to lace my corset when we're done."

She sighed when he scrubbed her hair clean, and dumped a bowl full of water of her hair to rinse it out.

"I need to attend lunch."

"You're sick," He soothed gently.

"No, I need to see the - the suitors."

He stopped washing. "Suitors?"

"My council wants me to marry and bear a child," She replied.

"Huh." He rebraided her hair sloppily and pinned it up, her bangs falling into her eyes. He passed the washcloth to her so she could clean her chest.

She finished and he let her relax while he cleaned up. He was unsure as to why he didn't like the thought of Elsa marrying someone.

Maybe it was the loveless, money loving man. The thought that he had heard his brother's voice the night before made him shiver. Yeah, that was definitely it, the thought of Elsa being slobbered on by a man who would never love her.

"Hans, I'm done."

He helped her out, not bothering to close his eyes, because he was going to see her naked in a minute anyway. He wrapped her up in her towel, towel drying her and feel a deep uncomfort when he feels her hard nipples underneath the wet towel. She lets out a soft moan, and he immediately stops, afraid someone is gonna come in and see him feeling up the queen.

"Uhm, okay, let's get you dressed."

He strung her corset for her with less mortifying results and helped her with various other parts before helping her into her dress.

"Okay, you're good."

"Good," She fixed her hair. "You're dismissed."

"Any other work you want me to do?"

"Just the laundry."

"All of it...?"

She rolled her eyes, "Just go get your laundry done, then see me again when you're done."

"Whatever you say, my Queen," He replied, helping her down the stairs.

He does the wash leisurely because he doesn't really want to do anything, but walks up to Elsa's room when he's done anyway.

"I'm done," He says, giving a quick knock.

She emerges, looking paler than before. "What?"

"What's my next chore?"

She opened the door up further. "Come in."

He stepped inside. She had shut her curtains and had a book open on her bed, candle burning beside her bed.

"I just need someone to talk to freely."

She wrapped her arms around herself, looking down at her feet while she shuffled over to her bed.

"Nothing leaves this room or I'll cut your penis off," She threatened. He didn't take her seriously, noticing the way her voice cracked with laughter.

He sat down in a chair and crossed his legs. He then turned his attention to the blonde. "Okay, begin."