Boy, these just keep getting longer.
You'll have to excuse any typos. I never have time to edit.
This wasn't the plan. His brain screamed at him to stop, but his body didn't listen. He felt her grip on his hair tighten as his lips grazed her neck. She let out a soft moan as he maneuvered their bodies so that he was almost completely on top of her. Still kissing her, his hand started fumbling with around for the zipper on her dress. He felt a chill run down his spine as her hands moved from his hair to his neck. This was a bad idea, he knew it. He couldn't help himself. He found the zipper and gave it a rough tug.
Suddenly, the force of two hands on his chest sent him tumbling to the floor beside the window seat. His head felt hot with confusion and longing, everything around him was a blur. He looked up to see a tall, frightening figure towering over him.
"What on earth do you think you're doing Hans?" She hissed. He could see that her face was red with anger and something else that he couldn't quite decipher.
He'd blown it. He'd gone and ruined everything. Elsa would tell Anna what he'd done, and he'd be cast out of Arendelle for eternity. Damn his impulses. "I- I-," He fumbled for words. What was he supposed to say? "I'm sorry."
Elsa's figure slumped a little. "Me too." She said quietly, running her fingers though her hair, her stern gaze turning into a look of distraught.
Hans fought the urge to smile. Perhaps he hadn't completely blown it. She was sorry. "Why?" He asked, adding a hint of urgency to his voice. "You did nothing wrong. You needn't be sorry."
"Oh don't pretend I didn't reciprocate, Hans. Surely you've kissed my sister enough times to know what it feels like to have someone kiss you back." Elsa began pacing back and forth.
Hans couldn't keep from laughing slightly. "Very well. If you insist on taking some of the blame for… what just happened, I'm not going to stop you."
Elsa turned and gave him an icy blue glare. She resumed pacing.
Suddenly, Hans noticed something peculiar. Where Elsa's feet left the floor, the carpet seemed to freeze over. "Um, Elsa…" He began.
"Don't!" She held up a hand. "I'm trying to think. And you aren't helping."
"Elsa, the floor."
"Shut-." Elsa was about to shush him when she realized what he was reacting to. She gasped and her hand flew to her mouth. Her eyes filled with a fear unlike anything Hans had ever seen before. She threw him a fleeting glance before turning and racing away.
He jumped up and chased after her, following the pathway of frosted footprints. His head was throbbing but he didn't care. What was going on? Where was the ice coming from? This surely complicated things. His mind flew to the correspondence he had been having with an anonymous anti-monarchial rebel.
Queen Elsa is a danger to civilization and must be destroyed, the stranger had scribbled in crimson ink the color of blood.
Could this icy phenomenon be what the man was referring too?
Hans continued to chase her, but the queen glided down the hallway as if the wind was carrying her feet. He on the other hand was struggling not to trip and slip over the patches of frost. She turned, clearly saw that he was still close behind her, and then took off into a faster sprint.
He noticed they were nearing her bedroom. Soon she would have nowhere else to run or hide. Hans exercised every ounce of strength he had inside him and burst forward, propelling into Elsa's back and tackling her to the ground.
His body was pressed up against hers so hard that he could feel her heart pounding, and feel her chest rising and falling quickly. He wanted so badly to kiss her again, to plunge into her like a…
But he couldn't. No, first he had to figure out what was going on. Where had that ice come from?
"Get off of me." Elsa said, completely out of breath. She squirmed under him, which only made him want her more.
He was straddling her awkwardly, but he was concerned that if he removed himself, she would just start running again. "Not until you tell me what's going on."
She relaxed her body underneath him. "That's not happening. I can't tell you anything."
"Why don't you trust me, Elsa?" Hans asked, though he wouldn't have trusted him either. But, for some reason, it really hurt his ego that she was still suspicious of him. He wanted her to believe in him enough to share these things with him.
He wasn't married to this woman. What was all this crap about honesty he was building up in his head? It was a bunch of horse manure. He wanted Elsa out. There were absolutely no other reasons why he had seduced her, or defended her to his brother, or thought about nothing but her for the last few days.
"Why do you think?" Elsa finally asked. "You waltz in here, get engaged to my sister, and then seduce me in the library. What about that is trustworthy?"
Hans sighed. "Touché."
Elsa giggled beside him. He was confused for a second about why she was laughing, and then he remembered that she was probably still a little tipsy. "I can't believe I kissed you." She slapped her hand to her forehead.
"I can't believe you kissed me either." He replied. "And you were really going at it."
She elbowed him in the side.
"Oh, what the hell." Elsa said after a long stretch of silence, surprising him with very not-pristine language.
He felt her weight as she shifted to be on top of him. Her lips were suddenly planted onto his again, this time pressing harder than they had before.
"You know," She said, between kisses. "I have never done anything like this before."
He smiled onto her lips, and wrapped his arms around her waist, pushing her hips against him.
"I think I'm still drunk." She whispered into his mouth. "I probably won't remember any of this in the morning."
He knew this was a bad idea. He knew it would ruin everything, but he didn't care. He just wanted to hold her in his arms forever. He didn't care what that every time she touched him he got a chill. If fact, he kind of liked it.
Finally, Elsa released him. "I should go to bed." She said breathlessly.
He grabbed her by the neck and kissed her again. "Good night Elsa."
-o-
Elsa opened her eyes and immediately shut them. Her head was throbbing ferociously. The light that shone in through her window pierced her eyes like daggers. She groaned and turned over.
Then she sat up straight and threw the covers off of the bed. Her sister was getting married today. She was giving away her sister to Hans today. She felt the blood vessels in her brain pulsating at the thought of Hans. She wasn't quite sure why.
Then she remembered. She just about fell out of bed. She had done something beyond stupid, something horrible and selfish and heartless and cruel. Her recollection of the night's events was so hazy, all she remembered was some rather passionate lip contact.
She checked to make sure that Hans wasn't in her bed.
He wasn't.
She got up and walked over the door to ring for a servant to clean up the icicles that were hanging from the ceiling and to help her get dressed for the wedding.
The wedding during which her sister would be marrying the man who she had come frighteningly close to doing the unspeakable with. She would never speak of this to anyone ever again. She would deny it until the day she died.
She was about to pull the lever to ring for her ladies maid when she heard a groan outside the door. She opened it to find none other than Hans, lying in a heap on the carpet, completely unconscious. She nudged him with her foot, but he didn't budge.
Elsa scratched her head. She couldn't very well leave him lying on the floor outside her bedroom. What would people think? They might get the wrong idea or worse, the right one. She glanced at a clock down the hall. It was still early. Most people wouldn't be up yet.
She resolved to drag Hans to his bedroom before anyone noticed he was gone. She bent down and hoisted the heavy man up, attempting to prop him on her shoulder. He slipped right off and crumpled onto the floor. She tried again, wrapping her arms around his waist and pressing his back up against his body. She managed to get him partially up right and started to drag him down the hall way.
The position they were in was extremely suggestive. She feared that either someone would see them and misinterpret the situation, or that Hans might wake up and misinterpret the situation. She wasn't sure which one would be worse.
She could feel his heat radiating off of him where his back and her chest were pushed tightly together. The weight of his body was pulling the front of her dress, which she had left on the night before, down a little bit and his head was resting on her bear skin. She took a deep breath and tried to focus on the task at hand.
She was walking backwards, praying to god that there was no one behind her. She managed to get him down the stairs to the second floor where she knew his bedroom was. As she dragged him down the final stretch to his chambers, she tripped and fell backwards and found herself trapped underneath his body for the second time in the last twenty four hours.
She groaned when she heard a door open behind her, knowing she had been discovered.
"Well, there Elsa." She heard one of Hans's brother's snicker. She strained her neck to see the second eldest, Anmut, smirking at her. "You seem to have gotten yourself in quite the predicament."
She tucked her hands under her back to keep herself from spraying a sheet of ice at the egotistical flirt. "For the first time since I've met you Anmut, your observation seems to be keenly accurate." She shifted uncomfortably underneath of Hans, and pushed him off of her.
"Need a hand with that, my lady?" Anmut asked, still grinning at her. She didn't like the way that he was looking at her.
She coughed. "Um, yes, thank you." She bent down and grabbed Hans's hands. "You get his feet, and I'll get his arms and we'll carry him into his room."
Anmut obeyed. They lifted Hans up and began moving slowly towards the door to his room. "Poor thing." Anmut commented. "He's going to have an awful hangover when he wakes up." He laughed to himself and added "Worse than yours."
Elsa looked at him in shock. She had thought that she had been doing a decent job hiding the fact that something in her head was pounding so loudly her brain felt like it was about to burst. "What?"
"You look awful." Anmut explained frankly. "Almost as if…" He trailed off and glanced back and forth between Elsa and his brother. "Oh my god."
Elsa's eyes widened. Clearly she had been found out. "This isn't what it looks like." She muttered.
"I can't believe this. My perfect younger brother, with his perfect bride and perfect everything, has a dirty little secret." Anmut licked his lips. "My, this is rich."
"This is not what it looks like." Elsa said again.
"Well, your majesty, it looks like the prince spent the night in your chambers." Anmut informed her. "And from my guesses, passed out in your bed?"
"No." Elsa stammered. "I would never." They carefully placed his limp body onto his bed. "He's engaged to my sister."
"Okay, so maybe you didn't… you know. But you definitely kissed him."
"How did you know that?" Elsa asked and immediately regretted it. She slapped her hand over her mouth.
"I didn't." Anmut laughed. "But you just confirmed my suspicions."
This man was a real pain. She wanted to send a torrent of ice at him so hard he would fly right out the window. But she couldn't. She didn't want Anmut knowing any more than he already did.
"Don't worry I won't tell anyone." Anmut assured her. "I like a little drama. It'll be fun to watch you pining over your sister's fiancé." He chuckled and walked out of the room, leaving Elsa alone with Hans.
The sleeping Hans looked peaceful, his chiseled jaw relaxed. Elsa gently tucked his disheveled hair away from his eyes with her finger.
For some reason, she realized, she wasn't afraid of freezing him. Her hands could dance across his body as much as they wanted and no spurts of ice would distort his perfect features.
Her hand was still resting on his forehead when Hans stirred and opened his eyes. His face lit up when their gazes met, then his eyebrows scrunched and he winced. "My head." He muttered.
"I know." Elsa whispered softly, sitting down next to him. "I have it too."
Hans relaxed as she pressed her fingers into his temple. "That feels good." He sighed, closing his eyes. "Do it a little harder." She complied with his request and he moaned softly.
His moan caught her off guard. She drew her hand away sharply and stood up.
Hans opened his eyes. "What's wrong?" He asked.
Elsa just stared at him, tears collecting behind her eyes. "You're getting married today."
He seemed to come to a sudden realization. "Oh, right." How could he have he forgotten?
Elsa clasped her hands in front of her in a very formal fashion. She started to back out of the room.
"Wait, where are you going?" Hans stretched out a hand to her.
"I'm going to wake up Anna and help her get ready for her wedding." Despite her greatest attempt to sound calm and collected, her voice quivered at the end of the sentence. She rubbed her forehead and added, "Her wedding, to you."
"This is really messed up isn't it?" Hans commented.
Elsa nodded, then shook her head. "No one has to know." She reasoned. "It didn't escalate to the point of no return, so no one has to know."
She couldn't bear the look of hurt that cast a shadow over his green eyes so she turned towards the door.
"What Anna doesn't know, won't hurt her." She continued trying to convince herself that this could all be okay. Then she turned and pointed threateningly at Hans. "Do you swear not to speak a word of this to anyone?"
"Elsa." The hurt was replace with anger.
"Do you swear that the events of last night will never be recounted and never be repeated?"
"No."
"What?" Elsa's stomach did a summersault.
"I can't swear that I'll pretend we never kissed and I can't swear that I'll never kiss you again." Hans raised his body out of bed and his voice went with it. "I love you Elsa."
"You're insane, Hans." Elsa backed away towards the door.
"Maybe." He cornered her against the wall, and forced her arms up around his neck. "But I won't deny it. I can't deny it."
"What about Anna?" Elsa breathed.
"I care about Anna, of course." He admitted. "But I could never be drawn towards her the way I am drawn towards you."
"You're still drunk Ha-."
He kissed her passionately, cutting off her words, pushing her up against the wall. She gave into it momentarily, letting the warmth from his body fill her, then shoved him away.
"Don't do something you'll regret Hans." Her voice turned to stone. "Don't make me do something I'll regret."
"I have no regrets Elsa." Hans said heatedly. She could see the lust in his eyes growing, and she could feel herself beginning to lose control. "Why should I regret loving someone as mysterious and beautiful and perfect and dangerous as you? You are exactly what I have always wanted."
"No I'm not," Elsa swallowed, but she could feel the emotion bubbling up inside her. Pretty soon there would be no stopping it. "I'm not who you think I am, Hans."
"And that's what makes you so alluring." He countered. "I want to know you. I want to know your body, sure, but even more I want to know your mind. It is such a fascinating intricate mind. I don't care that you could freeze me to death with those blue eyes." He lunged towards her again, grabbing her face and forcing her lips to slam into his.
And finally she broke. Two icicles extended from her hands and threw him off of her, pinning him to the wall by the sleeves of his jacket. His eyes widened in fear and a look of clarity spread over his face.
What had she done? There would be no turning back now. She had just knowingly exposed, to this man, a part of her which she had successfully kept hidden for thirteen years.
She stormed up to him, and brought her face so close to his their noses were touching. "I'm going to ask you again Hans." His breath was hot against her, and all she wanted to do was tear the buttons off of his dress shirt right then. But she didn't. "Swear to never tell a single soul of the events that transpired between us, and to never make a spectacle of yourself that way again." This time she wasn't asking, she was demanding.
She watched him swallow hard and nod slowly. "I promise to never touch you, nor speak of touching you." He said quietly, his voice quivering. "But I stand by what I said. I will never, so long as your breath is a part of the air I breathe, regret loving you. Until the day which one of us ceases to exist I will love you. Every time I hold Anna in my arms I will wish it I was kissing your sweet porcelain neck."
This was frightening. He was breathing hard and his face was reddening. Elsa moved away a bit, but he grabbed her wrist with his hand.
"And you will never stop loving me, will you princess?" Hans smiled. "Every time you see me with Anna, you will subconsciously be wishing that you were her."
Elsa shook her head. "I want her to be happy."
"How can she be truly happy with a man who doesn't truly love her?"
She knew what the answer was. Her heart thumped in her chest. "Hans. You have to let go." She told him.
"But do you really want me to?" Hans asked, his voice sugary and sweet. "I know about your powers, and I still want you. I don't care that you might be a monster. When are you going to find someone else who will accept you for your true self?"
Was he threatening her? He made a strikingly valid point. He was the first, and possibly the only man who would ever love her despite her powers. Perhaps if it weren't for Anna…
Anna. She couldn't forget about her sister. She couldn't be the reason for her sister's broken heart. There were certain types of love that were higher priorities than others. And she wasn't even in love with Hans, was she? It didn't matter. By any standards, familial love surpassed lustful longing.
"No." She admitted to him. "You are probably the only man mad enough not to fear me. I honestly don't know what Anna sees in you. You are completely and utterly insane."
Hans smirked.
"But for some bizarre reason, she is madly in love with you. And I am not about to stand in the way of her happiness." She declared. She ripped the icicles out of his shirt and his arms fell to his sides. "I'm leaving Hans. Whatever this thing between us is, or was, it is not nearly as important as Anna."
"Elsa-,"
"No Hans." Elsa couldn't look at him anymore. She thought she might melt at the mercy of those damn green eyes. She swiftly whirled around and stormed out of the bedroom, leaving no evidence of her having been there except for the holes in Hans's shirt.
-o-
What the hell was wrong with him? He had thought for a moment that he had her under his spell. He realized only now the strength of her will power. It had been a helpless cause to begin with.
Worse than the failure he had just experienced, was the guilt and hurt that now plagued him. He wondered if he had been lying to the queen during his passionate outburst. Did he love her? It wasn't possible. You can't fall in love with someone you've just met. Can you?
And the powers. He had suspected last night but now he had actually seen them, felt them. They were as beautiful as the woman who wielded them. The speed at which she had propelled him against the wall was magnificent. Knowing of her great strength made him want her even more.
Furry bubbled up inside him as he remembered how she had rejected him. Why would she be so foolish? She didn't know, he figured, that he had the power to tear her life into a million pieces at the drop of a hat. Especially now that he knew her little secret.
He sat down at his desk, dipped his pen in ink and began scribbling.
You couldn't have been more right about the Queen. He wrote, his fingers quivering from his boiling rage.
She has secrets I never dreamed of.
I have been cautious up until now about using destructive methods. He bent further over the paper, clenching his jaw.
Due to recent developments, I have realized that there may be no peaceful solution.
How can you help me in removing her from the throne?
He folded up the letter, placed it on his desk for later, than stood up to ring for assistance in getting ready for his wedding.
-o-
"Elsa, this thing is so tight." Anna gasped for air as Elsa yanked on the strings of her corset. "I can't breathe."
Elsa stood behind her sister, staring at their reflections in the mirror. Anna was tracing her the fabric around her middle and cringing as Elsa pulled the strings tighter.
"This is even worse than the dress from your coronation." Anna complained.
"You'll get used to it." Elsa assured her as she tied the knot. "And you'll look completely stunning."
"Oh my god I'm so nervous." Anna slumped into the couch, and rested her head in her hands.
Elsa sat down beside her and rubbed her back gently. "You have no reason to be nervous."
"I have every reason to be nervous." Anna insisted. "I barely know Hans. You were right, I shouldn't be marrying someone I've just met."
Elsa knew that what Anna was experiencing was merely the classic pre-wedding jitters. A small part of her wished that they were something more but she knew they weren't. "You love Hans." She reminded Anna.
"I think I do. But how does one know for sure whether they are in love?"
"I don't know." Elsa spat. What possessed Anna to ask that question? Did she know about what had happened last night? She couldn't. Elsa knew she was just being paranoid but she couldn't help but wonder. "There isn't a set of rules to guide you when you fall in love. You of all people should know that love is spontaneous and unpredictable and often times completely blind." She hated that she had just let those escape from her mouth.
Anna stopped groaning and looked at Elsa curiously. "That was insightful of you to say." She narrowed her eyes. "What's gotten into you?"
"What?" Elsa moved to the other side of the room and began searching in Anna's closet for… Well, she wasn't actually looking for anything. She was trying to hide her face for fear that it would reveal something. "Nothing at all has gotten into me. I'm my normal self." Her voice slid into a strangely high register.
"Don't lie to me Elsa. I can tell that something's up." Anna walked over to where Elsa was bent over a drawer.
Elsa held her breath and squeezed her eyes shut.
Then she felt suffocated as Anna flung her arms around her waist. "You're feeling sentimental about my getting married, aren't you?" Anna asked, beaming.
Elsa quickly nodded. It wasn't a lie. She had admitted to Hans just last night that she was worried about losing her sister forever. That just wasn't the only reason she was acting strange.
"Oh my god, Elsa." Anna squeezed her tighter. "You haven't the slightest reason to be sad. I'm not going anywhere. Hans and I are going to live here in the palace."
Elsa's head shot up. She realized that this situation she had gotten herself twisted up in was not going to be over after the wedding. It would go on and on for eternity. I will never, as long as your breath is part of the air I breathe, regret loving you.
She shook her head, cupping her face in her gloved hands. "I know darling. It's just, I feel like Hans is stilling you away from me."
"He would never steal me from you, Elsa." Anna promised, releasing her deathly hug slightly to look into Elsa's eyes. "I wouldn't let him. There's room enough in my heart for both of you." Then she tightened her grip around Elsa again.
"Anna." Elsa wheezed. "I can't breathe."
"Now you know how I feel in this stupid corset."
-o-
"Alright sport," Anmut said as he busted into Hans's bedroom. "As your best man-."
"You're not my best man, Anmut." Hans told him bluntly.
"Well as your older brother," Anmut continued, unfazed. "It is my duty to ensure that you are not a hung over slug on your wedding day." He shoved a class filled with something gross into Hans's hand. "Drink up buddy."
Hans shook his head. "There is no way I'm drinking that."
"You better. That is, unless you want everyone to think you were up all night with the Princess's sister."
Hans spun around. "What?" Did his brother know? There was no way he could know.
"Relax, I'm only joking." Anmut nudged him in the stomach. "I'm just warning you that, if you show up looking like that people are going to draw conclusions."
Hans looked in the mirror and scowled at the dark baggy shadows under his eyes. Unable to deny that he was a sorry sight, he reluctantly accepted Anmut's apparent remedy.
With the first sip, he thought he would vomit on the spot. He tried to swallow the slimy mixture and gagged. "This tastes like tar." He muttered, thinking his face might turn that cliché sickly green color.
"But you feel better already, don't you?"
Hans thought for a moment and realized that his head ache had dissipated like magic. He nodded at his brother. "It's shockingly effective." He observed. "What is in it?"
"I'd rather not tell you, sport, you'd probably kill me." Anmut chuckled. "Now, you really ought to remove last night's clothes. You may as well wear a sign that says 'I kissed my Queen Elsa last night'." He moved as if to leave the room.
"What?" He stood up and grabbed Anmut by the shoulder. This is insane. "What do you know?"
"Nothing." Anmut teased. "Except for what Elsa told me while we were dragging you from the hallway to your bed."
Hans felt his face turn scarlet. "She made me swear not to tell." He bared his teeth in furry.
A flash of sympathy momentarily crossed his elder brother's face. "Oh, well, that's awkward for you. She didn't seem at all resigned about sharing every dirty, provocative detail with me."
Hans felt his body lunge at his brother as forcefully as he had lunged at Elsa moments earlier. His fist flew towards his brother's face.
Anmut, who had the build of a mountain man, easily grabbed Hans's wrist and stopped the blow. "Don't worry. I won't tell anyone. It'll be interesting to see how this all pans out. I'm curious to see how she copes with watching the man she loves marry someone else."
"She doesn't love me." Hans informed his brother spitefully.
"Oh, but she does." Anmut insures him. "She told me."
"You're lying." Hans growled, ignoring the glimmer of hope that bubbled inside of him at the thought. He didn't care if she loved him or not. He couldn't afford to care.
"Fine, don't believe me." Anmut finally let go of Hans's hand and strode over to the door. He flung it open. "Good luck with the wedding, sport." He gave a halfhearted wave and disappeared down the hallway.
-o-
Anna, fully adorned in her wedding dress, twirled in a circle, clasping her hands in front of her chest and swooning at its perfect design. "It's so beautiful."
Elsa stood behind her, still in her clothes from the previous night, though thankfully Anna hadn't noticed. She glanced at the clock and saw that they had ten minutes before the ceremony began. "You look amazing."
The strapless dress adorned with crystal beading and rhinestones on the top was absolutely stunning on Anna. A light pink ribbon tied around her waist separated the sparkling bodice of the dress from the ball gown styled bottom which cascaded down over her feet.
"Here, let me help you with the train." Elsa grabbed the silky translucent train of the dress off the dresser and adjusted it so that it flowed gracefully behind Anna. "There." She stepped back to admire her work.
Anna squealed with delight. "This is the best day ever."
Elsa giggled at her sister's excitement and the two fell into a fit of laughter.
Suddenly and gasped and a look of pure terror spread over her face. "Oh my god."
"What? Is something wrong? Are you okay?" Elsa asked nervously.
"I don't have my somethings?" Anna declared.
"Your what?" Elsa felt confusion replace her fear.
"You know, like something old, something borrowed, something blue." Anna reminded her. "They are the keys to a happy marriage and I forgot to get them. Oh my god, this wedding is going to be a disaster."
"Anna, calm down. Let me go and change and then when I come back we can discuss this further."
"We have less than five minutes." Anna was now hyperventilating and pacing. "I can't get married without my somethings." She turned and grabbed Elsa by the shoulders, shaking her hard. "Help me!" She begged.
"Okay, okay." Elsa thought for a moment, then it hit her. "My gloves. Borrow my cloves." She gestured to the blue lacy gloves she was currently wearing. There were slightly fancier and less shielding then her usual silk ones, and she only ever wore them on very special occasions.
"Okay, good, they are blue and borrowed." Anna nodded. But her smile quickly turned into a pout. "What about old? I need old."
"Don't worry." Elsa soothed her. "These particular gloves were Mother's." It was true. She felt tears well up in her eyes in remembrance of the day her mother had given them to her.
"Oh Elsa, I can't take these."
"Yes, you can." Elsa insisted. "Mother would have wanted you to have them on your wedding day." She smiled and carefully slid the gloves off of her hands.
Anna took them and returned the smile. "Their cold." She noted.
"You're probably just nervous." Elsa told her.
Anna nodded and put the gloves on. "Alright, I'm ready."
"I'll meet you out there. I just have to get dressed."
"You don't have time to go all the way to your room. Just borrow one of my dresses." Anna asserted as she walked out the door.
"But-." Before Elsa could protest Anna was gone. She didn't feel right disobeying her sister on her wedding day so she rummaged through Anna's closet to try and find something she felt comfortable wearing.
Then she had an idea. She glanced down at her dress from yesterday as the thought materialized in her mind. Then she waved her hand in the direction of the dress in hopes of transforming it. It worked.
-o-
The wedding was taking place in the court yard outside of the castle. It was the second time in the last two months that Queen Elsa had allowed the gates to be opened
Hans stood at the altar, his hands shaking. He had spent the last few minutes making small talk with his brothers and fidgeting with his clothes. This was more nerve wracking than he'd expected it to be.
Finally the music began to play and he watched as the procession began. It was a very typical ceremony, filled with several distant relatives who he barely knew.
When it came time for Elsa to deliver Anna down the aisle, he braced himself. He knew it would be difficult. Especially now that he knew that Elsa was in love with him, and wanted him as much as he wanted her.
He shook his head and the two women came into focus. But really only one of them came into focus. It wasn't that Anna wasn't beautiful, she was definitely stunning. Elsa was just glowing. Hans couldn't quite describe the material that her dress was made of, but it highlighted all the right places on her body. He felt himself sweating and his breath heaving at the thought of touching her.
God, this was bad. Luckily, he was able to pull himself together by the time they reached him.
Anna clung to Elsa's arm for dear life. The queen was in a daze, staring straight at him. He tried not to look back at her, but it was proving difficult. He could almost feel a cool spark on each part of his body where her eyes fell. He clenched his fist as her gaze traveled down his body. It felt like she was caressing him with icy fingers. What was this? It was frightening, but felt indescribably good.
He snapped his attention to his bride, whose expression was a mixture of nervousness and excitement. Still he could feel her eyes searching him, searching for answers, searching for secrets.
Stop. This was insane. She wasn't touching his skin with her eyes. That was impossible. She was standing several feet away from him. There was no way that it was her that he was feeling.
His knees almost gave out as an icy feeling coursed through him from his feet to the top of his head. He finally met her eyes again and gave her a stern look as if to say "stop doing that".
She looked confused. Did she even know what she was doing to him?
It was something that her powers were doing, he guessed. She shot him a glare that made his breath get caught in his throat. There were magical forces at work here, he was sure of it.
He turned to Anna, who was now smiling brightly at him. He took one of her hands in his and tried his best to gaze deep into her eyes. It was difficult.
-o-
Why was this so difficult?
Elsa blinked rapidly, trying to rationalize with herself. This wasn't that big of a deal. Whatever feelings were arising in her at this moment had nothing to do with Hans.
They couldn't. Elsa tore her eyes away from Hans and studied her sister. She seemed so happy, so innocent. Clueless to what had happened in the previous night and that morning, Anna's eyes were lit up like firecrackers.
As Anna, lost in Hans's eyes, slowly let go of her arm and floated up to where he stood with the minister, Elsa felt the urge to grab her and scream.
She didn't, and by some miracle her ungloved hands remained completely unaroused. She looked at Hans again, and watched his body twitch as if he was being touched.
"Take care of my sister." She attempted to sound stern and protective, but she felt her whole body tremble and knew that she had been far from intimidating.
Hans nodded, a look of pure longing on his face and extended a hand to her. "It is my honor." He said quietly.
Elsa reluctantly received the hand shake then backed away quickly. Anna gave her a thumbs up and mouthed "thank you" and the ceremony continued.
Elsa kept her jaw clenched and her eyes on the floor the entire time. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Anmut smirking. It irked her how much pleasure he was getting out of this, so she averted her eyes back to Hans.
Big mistake.
As soon as she looked at him, his knees buckled and she thought for a split second he was going to moan her name. "Yes." He pulled himself together long enough to say. Her eyes widened as she realized what had just happened.
"Then, by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife."
Her sister was now married. Hans was now married. Elsa held her breath.
She watched as Hans grabbed Anna forcefully and kissed her. She sat on her hands, feeling the cold bubble up inside her. As the wedding music began to play, Elsa jumped up and left the court yard at the speed of lightning.
She rushed up to her room and screamed for the first time. As her voice flew from her mouth, her powers exploded like they never had before. She felt like icicles were piercing out of every crevice in her body and it hurt.
But did it? In a way it felt good, like a sort of release. She took a deep breath, let it out, and flopped onto her bed.
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He needed her to touch him for real.
He needed to know every curve of her body.
He still had chills from the way she had looked at him during the ceremony.
The reception was over. Anna was waiting for him in their now shared bedroom. It was all so real now.
Hans was married.
No stars shone in the sky as he trampled down the path to the stables. He was so angry. He was also hungry, but not for food, for something he didn't want to admit. Mostly though, he was furious with Elsa for putting him through hell with her icy magical glare.
She had some nerve, after making him swear not to go down that road, to just feel him up with her eyes like that. She may not have known she was doing it, but it didn't matter. He was the victim in this situation, he had no power against her. He was rendered defenseless.
He entered the stables and found the young, freckled boy lying asleep in the hay. At the sound of Hans's feet in the straw, Stanley stirred and opened his eyes.
"Here." Hans said abruptly, pulling the letter he had written earlier and shoving it into the boy's hand. "Deliver this."
"Who to?" Stanley asked, furrowing his eyebrows.
"I think you know." Hans spat, turning on his heels and storming out into the darkness.
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