A/N: I'll admit it; I know last chapter wasn't my best. So here we go, let's hope this makes up for it! Also, thank you SO much to dranbit for the helpful review! I think you'll notice your tips in here!
Now it's party time!
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"Now presenting, Queen Elsa of Arendelle and her betrothed, Prince Hans of the Southern Isles!" Kai shouted across the finally silent ballroom.
The massively polished chestnut doors to the grand ballroom opened wide as they could to reveal the Queen and future King of Arendelle. Hans looked handsome and refined as always, his gloved hand waving to the people applauding. Elsa looked more beautiful than ever. Her platinum blonde hair was pinned back into a tight bun with two braids pulled back into it. Her light blue ice dress clung to her torso and flowed out at her hips, leaving a slight train behind her. Of course she wore her white gloves and her luminous shoes sparkled in the light, mimicking the chandelier immaculately.
The couple made it through the massive throng of guests and ended at the table of gourmet chocolates Elsa immediately laid eyes on when she entered the ballroom. Ignoring her growling stomach, she daintily popped only one dessert into her mouth.
"What?" She asked her fiancé who was staring at her keenly.
"You're just…"
"I only ate one. I didn't even lick my fingers. Calm down." She interrupted him irritability.
He was taken aback. "I was just going to say that…"
"Well whatever ignorant, foolish, idiotic, rude, selfish, crude, perverted…" She listed off several synonyms to him with a hushed tone so no one would hear them. Hopefully.
"I was going to compliment you on your appearance tonight, but I suppose you aren't interested in my opinion." He said, his arms crossed.
She stopped talking for a moment and stared into his eyes. She didn't glare; her guests would have suspected them then.
"Well…I'm not." Elsa huffed childishly and shoved another piece of chocolate into her mouth discreetly to shut herself up.
Gerda stood by the burgundy curtains, barely noticeable. She observed her queen-the once little girl she changed diapers for and watched stumble and get back up as she tried to walk at age one. She had grown so lovely. And Prince Hans was definitely a fine match for her. He was handsome and sweet, good at leadership, too. She just couldn't wait for another little Elsa to be running around the palace again.
Kai however, was not at all pleased. He didn't like this ginger. Not one bit. Of course, he never told anyone so…but that man bothered him to no end. He didn't know what it was, but he knew, he just knew he was up to something. Elsa never loved anyone before. He hadn't courted her, nor had any other man. But then again, his protective instincts kicked in every time he sees her nowadays. She's all grown up and not little anymore. He was always her second father. Maybe, just maybe, she was in love with this prince. But he couldn't be sure. He'd be keeping a close eye on this Hans fellow.
"Aren't they just the cutest thing ever?" A group of women chatted as they watched the royal couple out the corner of their eyes.
"That prince is really something." An older woman chuckled.
"Our queen is a lucky one!" A rather plump lady agreed with the bob of her head.
"I'm just so excited to see a little one running about the palace. Exciting, hmm?"
One stout lady took a generous sip of her wine and pursed her lips thoughtfully. "I don't know about her though."
"Queen Elsa?" Another gasped. "What about her?"
"She doesn't look shaken up about her sister's death at all." She sighed and placed a hand on her hip. "She died just a week ago, and now here we are at her engagement party!"
"Oh, Celia!" A scrawny female hissed. "She's queen, of course she doesn't look shaken up at all! She has to show little emotion for more than one reason…" She glanced at the Queen's white gloves. The ladies eyed each other with a knowing air. "And she has him to fall back upon and I'm sure she does when others aren't around."
"…Do you think he's taken her to bed yet?"
"Quite a way to break ur silence!" Several giggled, their elegant hands over their mouths filling with laughter.
"Champagne, Your Highness?" A servant held out a tray of alcoholic beverages to Elsa.
Now, Elsa had never been a drinker of such brews before, but tonight seemed like an exception. If she was drunk she might be excused of this party. Maybe she'd get sick and not have to be around Hans for a day. She inwardly chuckled. 'Who thought I'd want to be ill and isolated for once in my life?'
She smiled and wrapped her delicate hand around the glass's base. "Thank you, Sir."
"I would have never pinned you as a drinker, darling." Hans raised a brow, his lips tempting to curl up.
"I'm just full of surprises." She deadpanned and watched him accept a glass, too. She gingerly sipped hers and grimaced at the taste. She'd never been much of a fan.
"Saw that one coming, though." He smirked proudly, his drink almost a third gone.
"I just…haven't had it for a while. It's an odd…sensation, you could say." She excused.
"Care to dance, my love?" He held out his gloved hand.
Elsa saw people pointing and smiling at the two. Damn him. Damn them all. She couldn't say no now, could she?
With a smile, she took his hand. "I'd be delighted."
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"Carrot?" Kristoff offered the orange vegetable to Sven. He snorted and eagerly accepted it. "Hey pal, whadda you think's going on down there?" He pointed to the civilization below them as he bit into a carrot of his own.
Over the edge of the mountain they peaked to see Arendelle in the nighttime. The blues and purples of the sky complimented the castle nicely and Kristoff couldn't help but sigh. The stars twinkled above, as did some snowflakes. Sven stuck out his tongue, struggling to lap up snowflakes.
"Sven, buddy, I've told you a million times. Don't eat your carrots in one whole bite. Then the rest of the trip isn't enjoyable for either of us." He scolded. "What? The snowflakes?"
Sven grunted and nodded his head, one leg sticking out in the direction of Arendelle.
"Elsa…yeah I know." He scrunched his face up, deep in thought. "You think Hans told her Anna is…ya know?"
He rolled his eyes as Sven gave him the 'Isn't it obvious?' look he'd received all too many times in his time with him. He sighed. "Let's just get that wood we need…maybe we'll find some more carrots." Kristoff and Sven took off deeper into the snow, in search of firewood for the cold princess that lay await for them.
"I'll keep her company, don't you two worry!" Olaf assured as he pushed the two out the door of the lodge. "So Anna, how do you feel about summer?"
Kristoff recalled the short conversation he had had with the talking (and singing) snowman. He and Sven better hurry. He didn't know how much Anna could take of a snowman singing about summer.
"Let's go, Sven!" He patted his friend's rear encouragingly. Sven glared at him, but kept trudging on. "Remember who we left Anna with!" Sven nodded and let Kristoff hop on his back.
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"I…I don't know." Elsa murmured as she was offered yet another glass. This time it was wine, not champagne. She'd already had two champagnes…but as expected, she wasn't having fun. "Oh, alright. Just one more." She beamed at the tall and thin servant.
One hour later…
"You've had how many?" Hans stared at his fiancée in shock.
"I said…four. Listen up, Baby." She somewhat slurred as she grabbed him by the collar in an attempt to kiss him.
"Elsa…you're drunk." He said, leading her out into the empty hall. The party had just about winded down by now, but she was still drunk and she couldn't be seen drunk for his sake. He'd look bad then.
"Mhm." She giggled, her hand playing with the buttons on his shirt. "So excuse me. It's no fun in there anyways." She leaned into his ear, "I can give you some really good fun if you come into my bed chamber."
His eyes widened at what she whispered into his ear, her breath tickling his sideburns. "You sure?"
"You sure I'm drunk?" She retorted back. "But it's only about you needs."
He smirked. Maybe she should get drunk more often. "It's a deal. Walk back to your room and I'll excuse us from the party. I'll see you soon."
He looked over his shoulder to see her winking awkwardly and then strut away to her chambers. He picked up a glass of wine as he walked into the ballroom once again.
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"It seems the Queen has become sick." Hans began after he had all attention on him. "I told her she shouldn't have had that second glass of champagne, but she ignored me." He joked, but half serious, and chuckled along with the other remaining guests. "I'm afraid I must excuse not only her, but also I from this lovely affair. It really was perfect, thank you. A toast perhaps?"
The ten minute excuse which was supposed to be a short goodbye lasted much too long. But Hans finally made his way out into the hall and into Elsa's bed chambers, unseen by a single guest or palace worker.
"Elsa?" He asked, taking off his jacket and shoes. Then upon hearing a familiar sound, he sighed and stopped unbuttoning his shirt. He walked to her adjacent bathing room and held her platinum locks from her face. Vomiting. Of course she was vomiting. Now of all times, too.
"I'm…sorry." She said. "I really want to but…well…ugh! I suck!" She said drunkenly and put her head back near the bucket beside her as she felt another wave of nausea coming on.
"Well you were supposed to do exactly that but…" Hans said lowly under his breath. He grimaced as she once again heaved.
"I will. I swear." She replied, wiping her mouth with the cloth he passed to her. "Just not now. I'd probably vomit all around you." She chuckled sadly. "I'm as disappointed as you are…" She yawned.
"You tired now?" He rolled his eyes.
"Mm…" She nodded sleepily, her eyes drooping. "Carry me?"
He again rolled his eyes as she locked her arms around his neck and was lifted into his strong and firm grip. He laid her on the bed and watched as she drifted to slumber. Hans stood and blew out the candles by her bedside and in her bathroom and walked towards the door, gripping the handle.
He looked back at the sleeping figure on the bed. "Dammit."
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A/N: This cracked me up! I couldn't help but write in that last line! Haha! Elsa got drunk, Sven got a carrot, and Hans failed to get blown. Good chapter summary? Hope you liked it! It was a bit short, sorry.