Chapter three- The wedding night

Everything went on according to the traditions.

Soon after the dance, the couple was ushered to the dining hall to follow next part of the ceremony. Elsa caught the smirk in her new husband's face as he led her towards the wedding cake. Elsa was overwhelmed by the wishes from the delegates from foreign kingdoms as they held the knife over a spectacular cake—too grand, she thought, for her relatively uneventful marriage. They took turns shoving cake in each other's faces; Hans manfully swallowed his portion as Elsa nibbled hers. She watched in disbelief how skillful actor he was, and how skillfully he tackled all of her lack of social skills. She threw her bouquet with atypical skill, right into Anna's surprised hands. She looked still angry from their previous argument, but fortunately she kept her manners in control. Her new brother-in-laws howled with laughter at her blush while her husband removed he garter—which she had shimmied down nearly to her ankle—very carefully with his teeth. Frost gathered at her feet as his teeth grazed her thigh, and she prayed not to freeze him right in front of the public. Fortunately it did not take Hans too long to remove the garter off her thigh, and Elsa quickly pressed her legs together, letting out a sigh of relief. With a quick wink at her, he shot it straight into one of his laughing brother's face. And Elsa could only imagine what was going to happen there after.

So after the wedding dinner, when he picked her up in a bridal style, she furiously prayed to God that to help her to keep her powers in control. Instead of wrapping her arms around her new husband's neck as he carried her to their new bedchamber, she kept her hands gathered carefully in her lap, and squirmed off his lap as soon as they entered into their honeymoon suit.

"You are not used to be touched by other people…" Hans observed, shrugging.

Elsa chuckled nervously, taking her crown and veil off. "I spent ten years being locked in…" she muttered, stepping back to place them on her vanity.

Hans took the time to rid himself of his boots as she put the veil away, watching her then undo her bun, platinum curls falling like a waterfall down her back. "I don't mind," he replied. "Besides I am too used to be ignored by people..."

Elsa didn't hear his last words as she was too busy with her own musing. It was strange to share her room with another person all on a sudden, while she was practically isolated from the rest of the world for many years. Elsa could hear her shaky breathing as she rid herself of her earrings and necklace. She was so nervous; how could she do this without freezing the room, or worse, without freezing Hans? A thousand warning bells were clanging madly in her head, making her to feel extremely dizzy.

She almost jumped out of her skin as Hans snuck up behind her, placing his hands on her hips. His nose brushed a bit of her wavy hair away from her neck as his lips soon followed. Elsa clutched the edge of her vanity tight, grateful that her gloves were still on comfortably, like they could conceal her powers even during this.

"But the deal we have made requires some human touch." She heard the deep baritone of Hans' voice speaking near her ear. "Maybe some intimate ones." He finished with a smile, withdrawing his lips from her neck. Elsa was relieved that he did it, but when her eyes met his exposed skin above the vee of his silk shirt, she could not stop the blush appearing in her cheeks.

But she did not want to be touched by any human, right? She tried to put the things into perspective and realized it would be ridiculous to say such thing, for it would expose her secret to her husband. It was something she needed to hide from everyone, even form herself.

"I know," She lied. She was dying in shame for lying in this way, but when she looked at his face, she saw him arching one eyebrow.

"Well," Hans said, gazing into her eyes deeply, but Elsa knew that he could sense her discomfort, "Then I guess you are ready to enjoy our wedding night." He tried to keep his voice casual, but Elsa didn't miss the hint of a smirk in his lips. He was teasing her, she realized. He was ready to do anything to win their deal. But if she wanted to win, she had to play along no matter what.

"Yes," She shook her head nervously. Frost began forming around her fingers inside her gloves, as she saw him moving closer, loosening the upper button of his shirt. "So am I, your highness." He whispered, in a seductive way, and Elsa tried to fix her gaze on his face, which seemed more appropriate now. Temperature dropped around her a bit more, when she felt his breath brushing her skin, leaving goosebumps wherever they touched. Conceal, don't feel. She could do this. She had to do this.

Hans gazed at her for a moment, as if trying to analyze what was going inside her mind. Elsa tried to summon all her strength, and looked into the green of her husband's eyes, waiting for him to make the first move…

Elsa's entire body tensed as his hands curved around her shoulders, drawing her back against his full length. "If you want to win the deal, then let me kiss you, my queen." He whispered in her ears. Elsa nodded nervously. His warm lips touched a sensitive place behind her ear, sending shivers racing down her entire body. "Kiss me back, my queen," He urged, his voice like velvet, his mouth against her ear. Elsa tried, but her breath came out in a shuddering sigh. She was losing control again. Ice began forming all around her, inside her gloves, at her feet…everywhere…

Her heart was racing beneath his hand as he slid it over her midriff, taking his time before he let himself touch the full, tantalizing breasts that were within his reach. He slid a kiss over her smooth temple and trailed another down the silken skin of her cheek. Elsa tried to respond…she tried to kiss him back….she tried to stop the ice forming around her fingers…but in his arms she felt like…Wood.

The deal wasn't as easy as she thought.

She was breathing as if she were running; her heart was thundering from…Fright. Frost began creeping along the walls of their bedroom, and the temperature around her dropped even more. If she continued losing control like that, she would end up freezing the entire castle before the the sunrise.

She quickly pulled back, and took a sharp breath. Concerned, Hans looked into her eyes. They were wide with fear. "Your highness?" He whispered, looking at his wife with much concern, "What's wrong?"

"I can't do this.' she almost cried, with eyes wide like a frightened child.

It would be wise to leave her to deal with her fears. But for some weird reason, Hans felt a strange need to move closer, curiously brushing away the ice over her hair. He wrapped a consoling arm around his frightened wife as she collapsed in a chair. She did not like other women, instead her skin was as cold as ice. it reminded him of the old tales he heard about Arendelle's magical secrets, about the unending winter taking over this land, and the ruler with a frozen heart.

Instead, he held her as his wife continued shaking uncontrollably.

A few moments later when she finally stopped shaking, Elsa found that she was actually wrapped in her husband's arms. Elsa flinched away when her eyes fell upon their entwined hands. Hans quickly moved his hands away from hers as he noted the startled expression in her face.

"It is alright, my queen." His voice lost its previous softness, as if his previous gestures were only a part of a script.

Elsa didn't notice that. She was relived to see the frost stopped growing further more.

"I want to sleep." She took a deep breath and huffed nervously.

About one thing Hans was now sure about his new wife- she was one of the most vulnerable person he had ever met. Something was bothering her, he could feel, though he was not sure what it was. It felt like she held some dark secrets. Still she was his key to success, so he decided not to probe it further right now.

"As your wish, your highness." He said as he sat down on the king sized bed to remove his socks for the night.

Elsa was too relived to see Hans agreeing with her decision almost immediately, but the thought of sharing her bed with a complete stranger was still bothering her. "Umm…" She hesitated, looking at the snow at her feet. "Can you please take the guest room? I prefer to sleep alone."

Her request made him to stare at his wife for a second in utter surprise, and soon a smile laced his lips, "Of course, your majesty."

Then he took his possessions, and left the room without further argument.

A/N: So review, please. I need your help to improve my writings. Hope Hans is not too OOC here.

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