Aww you guys love your share of fluff, now don't you, darling readers? But as you may have read in the summary, this will contain various genres, you know lol.
Before that though, yes Guest I am actually considering re-writing some of my Helsa fics from my old account, mainly 'Chess Piece' I think, I just need the will from myself and the aspiration to do so, but hopefully I will start soon.
Also guys, if you don't have an account and do not mind me asking, would you please write a name at least? I can't address you all by 'Guest' XD
They were both wide awake.
The party down in the ballroom had long since finished, they listened to the footsteps of the guests retiring to their chambers, heard the tired shuffling of Anna and Kristoff as they passed the room they were in, when the staff come and go to clean up afterwards.
Elsa stayed in his warm embrace, head resting on his chest, listening to the thumping of his heart as his hand moved from her shoulder down to her elbow and back up, feeling her soft skin under his touch.
They were tired, they should have sleep until morning, but their desire to not lose a single moment together kept them awake.
Their night of passion has left the sheets of her bed in a mess, his clothes undone; her skin bare, and their hearts filled with warmth of the love they shared.
"Do you have to go?" It was a foolish question she often tortured herself with by voicing it, because they both know he had to, he always had to leave way before the sun was up and everyone sleep soundly, to sneak out from the warmth of her bed and her company into the cold hallway and head to his own guest chamber.
And then for them to act as if they were nothing but a Queen and the Admiral of the neighboring kingdom, to act as if they barely know each other when they actually know more than anyone, unable to bid proper goodbye when he depart later on.
Hans pressed his lips against the top of her head, over the thick platinum blonde hair of hers that smelled like vanilla and fresh snow, feeling just as devastated at the thought of having to be part from her, to eventually go back into the bitter reality.
"I will find another reason to sail back to Arendelle," he murmured into her hair as he tugged the blanket higher to reach her shoulders, finally tucking them both in for the night. "To come back to you, I promise."
A short one, but more to come guys!
Fun fact: This is the aftermath of a smut I wrote privately for my friends. I was just wondering if I should publish that too as a separated one-shot?
