Chapter 3: His Polo Stick Goes WHERE?

Disclaimer: I do not own Frozen or Rise of the Guardians, or any of the other shows mentioned in this story. Disney and DreamWorks own it.

Warning: This chapter is rated slight M. There are minor descriptions of sexual reference, nothing too major, but enough for a warning.


"If we lend you a hand overseas, we'd like salt in return." Stoick bargained.

I listened to them banter back and forth. I was surprised at how open they were about this business. I noticed Jack leaning towards a bad bargain, one where the troops weren't his best men. I knew because Astrid talked about her father leading the elite team called the 'Night Furies.' Stoick wasn't offering the Night Furies.

"Jack," I asked.

"One second, Elsa," Jack said and asked for a pen and paper to write the contract down. I knew I shouldn't interrupt as training, but this would be my country soon. I needed to know what was going on.

"Jack, what war are you fighting?" I pestered. He silenced me. "Jack Frost, answer me."

Stoick frowned. "He is fighting the Slit-Eyed."

Kiara pounded her hand on the ground. "Japanese, per chance?" She screamed. Stoick nodded, laughing at her behavior. She hated racist comments. Her country was one of the first to allow two types of religions. "Excuse me."

Claus filled me in while Jack talked about the team being sent. "They sunk fleets of our ships and stole the spices. It's a small war. We need experienced navy personal to win." I nodded. We had been in such minor wars plenty of times, and they never reached our land.

"He's deal isn't any good for us," I hissed to Claus. He chucked and leaned back.

"Tell him."

"No. A wife doesn't interject on business," I said. Claus shrugged and kept his lips shut tight, baiting me. I couldn't take it. Jack was about to sign.

"Stop!" I shouted. Jack looked to me in surprise. I stormed to the paper and looked it over once, checking my calculations. "This is insulting, Stoick."

"Elsa, what are you doing?" Jack stood up. I ripped the paper down the middle. "Elsa! That is-,"

"Once of the worst deals I've ever seen." I looked to Stoick. "Would you like to reconsider who you send to the front line? I don't believe the Meatlugs are your best team."

"You are mistaken, lass," Stoick looked back to Jack. "Let's get another paper now." I knew I was correct when he didn't lash out for my actions. Had he been true, he would have been insulted that it was ripped. Now he was worried any more wasted time would cost him to be found out.

Jack didn't know whom to believe. "Elsa-,"

"Who do you want to trust? Your newly met fiancée or your long trusted friend?" Claus asked as if this was business over when dinner should be served. I hadn't meant to turn this into something over emotions. I was looking out for my country.

"I know a trained Viking like she's my sister, Jack. I know everything about them," I hissed into his ear. Jack shook his head.

"Elsa, this is my country's business. You should stay out of it," he scowled and asked for a new paper. He sat back down and wrote it. I watched in horror as the contract was signed. I kept trying, I did, but he was insistent. Finally, Jack snapped. "Guards! Show Elsa the gardens, please."

"Stoick," I begged. "Do it to keep the alliance. We will know when we lose the war!"

I shrugged off the hands of the guards. I walked through the gardens hoping to find Kiara. I knew I shouldn't have even been mad. The rules said a woman shouldn't speak out against her husband. I didn't know the rules when it came to being the queen of a country that wasn't really yours. No wonder Jack didn't want me to take lessons. He could control me that way.

I wanted to scream. It didn't help to spin around and face the very cause of my anger. "What?" I bite my tongue.

Jack was breathing deeply. He was obviously angry. I didn't care. "Elsa! What the hell was that? What happened to being the quiet wife?"

"What happened to 'I want you for our opinions'?" I screeched.

"This was basically a done deal that you have no business in."

"You know I was right. You just won't admit it," I laughed coldly. "No. I'm done being the quiet fiancée. I've been shut up for seventeen years because I haven't been needed. I hate to tell you this, but you definitely need me."

"I need you?" Jack laughed forcibly hard. "I need you?" His mockery pissed me off. "Do you have a clue as to what you were talking about?"

"Of course. What would I gain from lying?" I snorted. Jack's eyes pierced mine, sending lashes along my cheeks. His snow-white hair intimidated me, as if he had more power for punishment. "It makes sense. They base their militia classes by the types of dragons. Hiccup has the deadliest dragon there is that's mobile: a Night Fury. Now why would they ever name their highest rank as Meatlug?"

Jack paced back and forth, debating the idea. He finally called to the guard. "Get Hiccup and Astrid here, now!" His eyes found me, analyzing the problem here. "Why didn't you say that, Elsa?"

"I tried." I turned around, staring at the sun rising in the sky. I sighed. "You have to trust me, Jack."

"Trust is earned," Jack stated. I turned at that. I honestly believed the opposite.

"Trust should be taken away only when the person gives you a reason." Confusion settled on my features. What would make him hold such an opposing opinion? Somebody had given him trust and taken advantage of him, I was sure.

"Not as a king. We have contracts because trust isn't reliable," Jack paced the floor. He seemed so angry with himself, with me, with everyone. I wanted to comfort him, but I remembered I was so angry with him only seconds ago. Fuck it, I wasn't mad anymore. I rested my hand on his shoulder. He sighed. I could see the stress forming. "I'm sorry about this, Elsa. They are supposed to be filling in, but trades like this are between kings."

"I understand. I just wish I could be updated on what this country is doing," I paced. Normally, we'd be getting to know one another by now. I'd meet his family and prepare for the wedding. Astrid and Hiccup stumbled into the clearing, laughing.

"Yes?" Astrid asked, sobering up.

Jack spoke. "What is the elite military force?"

Hiccup spoke slowly, unsure about is answer. I could tell he was afraid his father had other plans. "Night furies."

"Why?" Astrid asked. I stuck out my tongue behind Jack's back. Jack stomped his foot on the ground.

"I apologize, Elsa. I do hope to make this up to you, but Hiccup and I have some business to discuss with his father. I will see you tonight." Jack's head must have been spinning because he actually tried to give me a kiss on the cheek. I stepped out of the way with a smirk. Then, the two boys were off.

"What was that about?" Astrid asked with a grin.

"He doesn't understand trust." I explained. "Let's explore the castle."

At dinner we met up with Kiara. She seemed to have found a buddy. "He doesn't understand how to flirt. I laughed and shoved his shoulder, but he tried to pin me on the ground for it."

"He's from the outlands, Kiara, what did you expect?" I laughed.

"He saved me from being mugged. I expected him to be a little bit classier. He is a prince, after all," she said.

"You were almost mugged?" Astrid gasped. Kiara got a defensive look to her. She hated that Astrid was always the stronger one. Kiara really liked being independent, but she needed lessons. I knew I was physically weak and admitted to it.

"I was doing fine. I just was in heels, that's all." She scrunched up her nose when she got mad.

Hiccup and Jack walked in, not smiling, but not angry. Astrid grinned. "I kissed Hiccup." We both gasped and asked a million questions, but then they sat down. The older folks had gone and went. Looking at Jack, my stomach swirled. Tonight was the frightful night. Okay, I admitted it. I was scared to death. Astrid whispered, "He'll be gentle, Elsa. I'm sure."

"He sent a girl to the hospital, Astrid!" I hissed, looking at my food in frustration.

"Secrets, secrets are no fun unless they are for everyone," Rapunzel pointed out.

"We are talking about how Kiara has a crush on one of your suitors," I stuck my tongue out at the little girl. She reminded me much of a younger Anna. Rapunzel gasped and look to her side, to make sure Flynn was still there. "Not him."

"And it isn't a crush. I just owe him all the jewels on my body," Kiara explained.

"Did somebody try to steal from you here?" Jack asked, a hint of anger in his tone. It was his court after all. He needed it to be safe. Even these minor crimes put an edge on him. I kept thinking he was too young to be a king, yet I was most likely younger and would be the queen. I finally saw reason for the wife needing to relive the husband of stress. Before I thought it was something sexist – which it still is – that had no reason behind it. At least now I could try to put feeling into my job, though as queen I'd have my own stress.

"No," Kiara blushed. "No, no. I got lost and wandered into the outlands."

"Yes, she got lost," Hiccup muttered in a sarcastic tone. Astrid laughed, a little much for my taste.

"Who are you again?" Kiara remarked. Speaking of the devil, the two other suitors came in, just in time to see Rapunzel and Flynn to exit. One of the men followed after, holding futile hopes.

The other man – who had a mysterious look to him and dark eyes, with a scar over one – got his food and sat towards the end of the table, leaving two seats between him and Hiccup. Jack introduced him. "Elsa, this is Prince Kovu of Outland. Kovu, this is my fiancée and her ladies Astrid of Berk and Princess Kiara of-,"

"Pride Rock," he filled in with a rough, gruff voice. I honestly was scared when his eyes fell upon me. "I know them well." This was one awkward conversation. Kiara didn't know, but the Pridelanders booted a guy named Scar and his followers out into the wastelands because he tried to start a revolution. Somehow, they have a half-functioning society, but boy did that kid need to marry rich. I was surprised to even find him in the possible suitors at all.

"My father never tells me about the Outlands," Kiara said. She moved to the seat next to him. "I'd love to hear about it."

"Not much to hear," Kovu looked to his side, almost in annoyance, but it wasn't. I didn't know what it was.

Suddenly, the two doors opened. Tooth, Claus, and two servants carrying two buckets of paint came in. I froze. I physically couldn't move. Jack's icy hands came to my neck and they helped. I took two deep breaths. "We'll see you all in the morning."

"We sure will," Astrid snickered.

We walked the hall in more or less silence until I was shaking. If I spoke, I hoped that it would be better. Since Jack and I were both far behind, I asked, "How did things resolve with Stoick?"

Jack bit his lip as he peered at me. He expected me to explode, or something. "I explained I wouldn't be trading with their country until a new, more trustful leader was put in place. He apologized and agreed to send the Night furies with no extra cost."

I tried to joke with accusation, but my nerves shot the lighthearted joke down. "So you are saying it was better this way?"

Jack Frost peered at me until he realized I was no longer mad. "No. Elsa, I cannot apologize enough. I picked you for your instincts and should have listened."

"I-,"

"Feel free to speak up any time you want. I will respect your voice as an equal," Jack said. I knew he spoke it, but today proved he would have trouble following through with it. I would stick with my word, however, and not hold my tongue from now on. Then we reached the room.

Claus smiled warmly at the both of us, as if he didn't know what we were doing. "Here are your herbs, little one." He handed me a sack of maiden's herbs. Tooth winked and gave me the hot water. "Give those five minutes before you call the servants to come prepare you. Jack, come to me after."

I opened my mouth but thought it was a stupid question – an embarrassing one. Blush spread across my cheeks. Jack, looking down on me from his towering height, nudged my side. I'd have to start wearing heels. He made me feel more inferior than I was. "Elsa, what's puzzling you?"

"I am an open book, sweetheart. Ask away," Tooth put a hand on my shoulder. I tried to speak, but words got stuck in my throat. I couldn't believe this was actually about to happen. It was a sin, you know. It was a sin to have sex before marriage, but now they didn't care about it. Some tried to say it was because he would eventually be your spouse, but it was just trying to sooth their conscience. "Oh, make sure you start taking that daily. We don't want any unplanned accidents until after you are married." Yes because a week would make a huge difference.

"You won't be out here listening in, will you?" I scratched at my chin, doing anything to take my attention away from how stupid that sounded out loud. My cheeks burned and I could feel their eyes on me. Clause finally burst into laughter.

"You've got a keeper, Jack!" he pounded on my back, enough to make me double over before regaining my balance. "We aren't that needy around here, Elsa, though I do suggest to get over that fear soon."

"Why?"

Jack grabbed my shoulders, pulling me towards the door and motioning a sign to his uncle that I could not see. "I don't think now is a good time, Claus."

Tooth yanked me toward her, causing the water to splash and boil on my hand. I groaned. "Nonsense. Elsa is a strong, young adult. She can handle a little publicity. We'll let you tell her, dear." They began to walk away. "Oh! Have fun you two!"

Jack mouthed an apology and pulled me into the room. "You burnt your hand." Before I could speak, he pulled me into his bathroom and ran cold water over my hand with a rag. It felt nice. "I'm-,"

"What did she mean?" I asked, devoid of all emotions. That would be the way I could get through tonight. If I didn't feel anything I could forget it all soon enough. The months after my marriage worried me the most. Would I learn to love it or just block it all out?

"Elsa, you are scared stiff. Relax. Sex isn't horrendous," Jack chuckled to himself. I glared at him for avoiding the question. He sighed loudly and stopped what he was doing to fix my drink. I chugged it, not wanting to sentence a child to this same horrifying fate just yet. "Fine. In our kingdom, consummation for the king and queen is observed from the entire village. It's our way of assuring the people we don't lie and for them to be open to trust either of us, for they have seen us in our, eh, weakest times."

I fell back against the mirror. I was stunned. What kind of people would I soon be ruling? Compared to them, my kingdom – old kingdom – would be considered prudes. "Don't you think you should have mentioned that?" I couldn't even yell, my anger was replaced with devastation. My head fell into my hands.

"Hey, hey," Jack took hold of my wrists. I still haven't totally forgiven him from this morning, but the comfort didn't hurt. I just wanted somebody to hold me right now. Why would these people make me do such vulgar things in front of so many people? Their entire worlds revolved around sex. "We will be just fine, Elsa. It's been done with far shier people than you."

"The entire village will see my…" I had trouble saying the word. "You know." He did know. He had sex before. He knew the way a woman's body worked maybe better than I did.

Jack smirked and shook his head, growing the less comforting look to his features. "No. They won't. All they will see is my ass, and that's a maybe." I scrunched my eyes in confusion. Even if they won't see it, they will hear us. I've been told it's hard to keep quiet. Above all else, they will know what we are doing. Although it isn't a bad deed, it's definitely a dirty one. Think about it. You are putting one person and fitting them into another. "The bed will be moved outside and sheer sheets will hang from above around us. The only clothing you will be missing is your undergarment. With your skirt hanging as a veil, they can't see much from any angle."

"Promise?" I looked at him with tear stained eyes. He nodded and, in my devastation, I let my head fall on his shoulder. As there was a knock on the door we jumped in surprise. Five minutes went fast.

I followed the lady into the bathroom. Servants were different. They were the few people I was comfortable being naked around – namely for the reason that they have washed me since birth. If I wanted to relax, I asked a servant for a bath. They gave a massage as well and it was heavenly. If I was rushed, I did it myself.

"I'm Clarisse." She said. She was a young girl for a servant and couldn't have been much older than me. "How are you feeling?" She helped get this dress off of me, and letting a breath of air go as she loosened the corset, I realized she asked me a question. My servants never would converse with me openly; I always had to pry.

"Dreadful," I muttered. Her eyes softened in an apology. As I stood open and free, she gently began to coat my arms in an extra sticky paint.

"It's not as bad as it sounds." So I've been told. "I pity that your first must be with him, though."

"What is wrong with Jack?" I asked defensively. I was shocked by my tone. Why would I defend him? Well, he was good looking for sure. I doubted it would take long for me to finish. He wasn't the rudest person I've met – inconsiderate, yes. He got under my skin constantly. I would have loved to do this with many other men who didn't make me want to pull my hair out because I was scared I couldn't trust Jack. Still, I felt offended, as if she was now insulting me.

Her eyes went downcast as she hurried on her job. "Nothing, it's just…well I've heard rumors."

"Like?"

"Like his polo stick is the size of a torch." I shuddered at her words. That was unsettling news, however I wasn't sure how I was supposed to feel by that. Threatened, scared, or excited? I decided not to delve into that. "Finished." She wrapped a robe around me lightly so that little paint got on it. I was placed standing in front of the bed. "Jack will be out any second now."

She left. I paced the floor, repeating encouraging words in my mind. It was my duty to my country. They would never let us wait two weeks without this. It may be over in minutes for all I knew. Jack was supposedly skilled. I bet he could make it last long, though he claimed he wouldn't hold back the night before. There was no way I'd be asking him to now. I hated the way he walked out with a smug smile on his face, as if I were about to make his day. I probably was.

It got under my skin. My emotions became more apparent as the doors shut. I realized then that I didn't want to sleep with him. It didn't sound pleasurable to me. It didn't sound fun. Sadly, it was still my duty, although I didn't have to let him think he gave me pleasure.

I stood up straighter and sniped. "I am prepared to fulfill my duties as your future wife, but I do not and will not love you, Jack Frost." Even though tears slipped down my cheeks, I didn't let it show in my voice. A strong woman wouldn't. Jack frowned as he walked closer to me. In our quiet world, the stroke of his finger on my forehead felt relieving. The coolness from his touch cleared my head.

"Elsa," it was his voice that cracked. I kept my head up; sure that he was wearing nothing. The green on his chest and legs would soon coat me. I loathed the thought of that.

"Let's not talk." I decided. Seeing as he wasn't moving forward, I grabbed his hand and led him towards the bed. I wanted to make the first move to get the ball rolling, but it wasn't even that I couldn't. I didn't know what to do. "Well?"

Jack Frost's blue eyes searched mine. I could see his hesitation. I desperately wanted to do something bold like throw away my robe, but that was simply not me. If this was coming off, it would be at his hands. He didn't speak further. Jack grabbed my head in his hands. His lips – his soothing, heart-stopping lips – kissed down my cheeks, onto my neck. I froze. It was something so odd to feel. Pleasurable at best – torture at worst. I guess it was in the middle at 'cause a panic attack.'

I didn't freak out on him, even as his lips touched my collarbone, his tongue licking my skin. I took his hand and moved it to the knot in my robe. I couldn't will myself to do it, but I wanted this all over with. His hands shook with…rage. Finally, Jack took three huge steps away from me. I had to say I was both insulted and relieved. Also, I missed looking at his crystalized hair so close. Focus on the relief!

"This is as good as rape, Elsa," Jack pounded on the wall, surely injuring himself. I stepped back in shock. I had never seen Jack so angry before. It was interesting to see his frustration seep through his shell of arrogance. "I can't do this to you."

"Have sex with me?" I asked while hiding the self-doubt he imposed on me. "We have to."

"I could easily have sex with you." Jack laughed humorlessly, like the idea of him not having sex with me was funny. Blush crept on my cheeks as I realized that was almost a compliment…in Jack's special way. "I can't bear with taking your virginity, Elsa."

"Are you not going to marry me then?" I snorted. I went through quite the tousle in just one day here. It would be an insult to throw it all away.

Jack paced the floor, trying to keep his anger from showing even more. It didn't suit him. I liked Jack Frost the jokester better, no matter how annoying he was. "Of course I am. And I will eventually take your virginity." The way he said that caused something to shoot from within my stomach, reaching my head to make it spin. "You aren't ready, yet."

"I can do it."

"I know that, Elsa, but you don't want to." He ran a hand through his hair, coating it with green.

"No. I do not," I admitted. "Obviously, you don't trust me or I'd suggest we fake it." Jack's head snapped up, snapping his fingers at the idea. My eyes grew wide. "No, I-I didn't actually mean-,"

Jack walked to me, taking my fast moving hands from the air and holding them carefully. "Elsa, this is my way of giving you my trust. You showed it today. You've…earned it." It was hard for him to get out of his mouth. My mouth dropped open. The one move I was told not to do saved me from doing this sin.

"How on earth are you going to fake this?" I asked. He raised his eyebrows. I rolled my eyes. "Of course I'll keep this secret. Out of my three suitors, you were the most…hygienic." He laughed heartily at that. Jack pulled me into his arms for a hug, creating a weird squishing sound from the glops of paint we had.

"Don't thank me yet, Miss Prude." Jack sighed, glancing at the robe. "We still have to touch. Can you handle a little naked cuddling?" I didn't really have a choice. He didn't really give me time to debate either. Jack's hands went to the knot and slowly undid it.

"Could you look away?" I whispered, but the damage was already done. Though a majority of my body was covered in yellow paint, my pale skin still shone through. His eyes licked up and down my body. "Jack Frost!" I turned around, uncomfortable already.

"I will be your husband eventually," he sniggered. "And what a jolly day that will be." I rolled my eyes and looked to the bed. The sheets were thankfully just wool and not the normal satin – I would have fainted. "How is it you've managed not to look at me once throughout our entire conversation?" Jack jumped in front of me on the bed, putting blue paint all over the sheets.

Sadly, that put his body in my eyesight. His abs alone had me swooning. When I glanced to his 'polo stick' I literally did sway. Of course, the mischievously handsome Jack Frost had the perfect body, muscles and all. He grabbed my hand and yanked me down on the bed. I stayed stock-still. If he freed my hands, they would have instantly grabbed a pillow to cover myself with. Instead, he tucked them under his body, on his back. My fingers had never touched something so rugged. It was slightly thrilling.

"Maybe I am just more secretive about it," I said through ground teeth. Again, tears threatened to spew from my eyes. "What next?"

"Next, you can take deep breaths so you don't hyperventilate." Jack chuckled. He twirled the tail of my braid in his hands, turning it blue. "Why is this uncomfortable for you? We are equally naked?"

"Do not mock me." I could tell he honestly didn't understand though. I sighed, "I hardly know you. We are not in love. My body is something for my eyes and my husband's eyes only."

"Even if I already was your husband, would you be scared like this?" Jack tugged on my braid. He was making light of our situation. I almost wished we had had sex because it may have been over by now.

"I don't know!" I hissed. "What. Next." Jack didn't exactly answer, he simply grabbed me by the waist and pulled my chest to his. You know what I did next? I screamed bloody murder. Maybe it was the cold, maybe it was the pressure on my waist, but it startled me.

"You asked for it. Relax, Elsa. Put your arms – have you never been held before?" Jack cursed under his breath. I knew he was annoyed with my shyness, but I couldn't push it down. I blinked profusely to keep any tears from forming. He didn't apologize. I pretended like we did have clothes on. I pretended like it was how we woke up the morning. It didn't help, but at least then I could hide my head on his chest. "Your friends will ask you about this. You will want to tell them something like-,"

"I can't lie to them, Jack."

Jack groaned, something that wasn't as ugly now that our bodies were pushed against each other. "You have to, Elsa. You can't tell anyone about this, not even Anna. If you can't do it, we will have to have sex tonight." Fear pulsed within my veins. Sure I got this far with Jack, but this didn't include his hands roaming anywhere. It didn't include a lot of things. Besides, he could barely see me in the dim lighting.

"What do I say?" I muttered.

I could feel his smirk grow. "Say it hurt a lot. Say it was like fitting the court's Fat Lady into your corset. Say I was rough and hot and-,"

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves," I didn't know much about sex, but I could never imagine Jack as being hot and rough. Maybe aggressive, but rough would have implied being mean. Jack wasn't purposefully rude – it was simply an accident.

He laughed and rolled me off of him, from which I pulled the robe on me quickly. "You can say I was gentle then, and that nothing had changed between us."

"Okay," I huffed, tying the knot even tighter around my body. I hadn't noticed before, but Jack's member was sticking up, a sure sign my body wasn't as useless as I thought. When he caught my staring, I wanted to hide under the covers again. "Is that normal?"

Jack howled with laughter and walked toward me awkwardly, almost in a waddle. "Yes." He scooped a large dollop of blue paint from me. "I hate to ask this of you, but would you mind waiting in the bathroom while I finish up here?"

"What will you do?" I asked. For once, he blushed. His blush was like mine. It was barely adding any color to his pale face, but just enough to notice.

"They will want a bit of blood, so I'll prick my finger. They may want something else, something from me, and it can't hurt the evidence," Jack shrugged. I didn't understand but decided I pushed my limits with the questions for the day and retired to the bathroom to bathe. Forgetting my nightgown, I walked to the edge of the bathroom. I almost asked if it was okay, but a surge of Kiara hit me and I had to know what he was doing, so I peeked. He had the mixture of blue paint spread around his member and was going up and down, getting faster and faster. Jack's eyes were shut tight, almost concentrating.

All I knew was that it was a sight not meant for my eyes for a reason. I resisted the urge to squeal and dashed to the bath, hoping to forever forget that image…because it made me feel something I didn't quite understand.


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PiperGrace938: Elsa was taught to be submissive, but Jack will soon help her out of it. :)