Sorry if Elsa was a little OOC, I tried my best to bring her back a little in this chapter but I think I may have failed because she ends up... Never mind I don't want to spoil it.

Elsa walked gracefully into the dining room. The wedding was three days gone, as were all their guests, as were the feelings that had arisen in the pit of Elsa's stomach after that night before the ceremony. Or, so she hoped. She honestly didn't know what she was feeling anymore.

One thing she knew was that her ice spasms had been happening consistently less often, which was surprising. The only time that she ever felt the magic overpowering her control was when she thought about him.

So, maybe the tension between her and Hans was far from left behind. She noticed that for since the ceremony, he had been avoiding her.

It was for the best, she knew. Anna had an extra spring in her step, and her smile had grown a bit brighter. It was obviously for a reason that Elsa couldn't bring herself to say out loud, or fully think about. She didn't want to be jealous of her sister. She wanted to be happy for her. She was happy for her.

Upon entering, she found Anna seated in Hans's lap at the end of the table, nuzzling and kissing his neck. Elsa realized that neither of them knew she was there when Hans moaned. She crinkled her eyebrows and coughed pointedly.

Both of them snapped out of the embrace immediately and their glances shot up to Elsa who was standing in the doorway. They looked embarrassed, Anna with her hair slightly mussed up and Hans with pure guilt washed over his face. Elsa met Hans's eyes with hers and tried to reassure him that nothing was wrong by pressing her lips into a thin line.

She watched him shiver under the power of her glare as Anna slid off of him. It gave her a bit of pleasure that she could make him squirm.

"Good evening Elsa." He said quietly, standing up as a sign of courtesy.

Elsa nodded and curtseyed a little. "Good evening Prince Hans." Adding the Prince back to the beginning of his name seemed to somehow distance them from each other. She knew that distance was the only way she could keep her body from flinging at him on the spot.

He returned the nod as she sat down at the other end of the table. There was an odd dynamic now that Hans was, in a way, the man of the household. Elsa was still in charge, but Hans the head of his own family, and seemed a bit power hungry. He was constantly asking to do tasks for her, some related to his position as man of the house, some related to overseeing the kingdom. He would hear that she was struggling with her queenly duties and offer to take some of them over for her.

Even more difficult than saying no to him, was watching him with another woman. She could see everything from her bedroom window, from their early morning walk in the garden, to their random afternoon picnics. Hans had been so right when he had said she would want to scream every time she saw them together.

She watched Hans take the last bite of his food and get up slowly, leaving Anna and her alone at the table in silence.

Anna moved from one end of the table to the other so that she was sitting next to Elsa. "What's going on Elsa?" She asked. "You seem a little out of it."

"I'm fine." Elsa insisted.

"Elsa, I want to talk to you about something important."

Elsa tilted her chin up so that she was looking her sister straight in the eye. "What?"

Anna bit her lip and smiled a little. "Well, I was just thinking about…" She paused and giggled a little. "Well, you know that Hans and I… We, um," She eyed Elsa cautiously. "We're married now."

This was uncomfortable. Elsa felt unqualified to be giving her sister relationship advice about Hans although perhaps she knew more about the Prince than her sister did. She shook her head, pushing the thought away, and decided to be supportive. She turned her gaze back to her plate and nodded slowly. "And?"

"Well, I was just wondering…" She trailed off again.

"Wondering what?"

"This is embarrassing." Anna explained.

Still not looking up, Elsa nudged her in the shoulder. "You can ask me anything."

"Okay." There was another pause as Anna gathered her courage. "Is it weird that we haven't, you know, consummated the marriage yet?"

Elsa choked a little on her food then swallowed hard. The conversation had just extended beyond uncomfortable. She tried not to look up at Anna, for fear that she might not be able to mask the jealousy and anger that flooded her mind when she thought of Anna and Hans in bed together. The idea of Anna giving herself up to a man that didn't really love her disgusted Elsa. She finally looked up to see Anna staring expectantly at her. "Well, I suppose that whether or not abstaining from, you know, is acceptable would depend on the reason for the abstention."

Anna looked confused.

"Why haven't you done it yet?" Elsa asked awkwardly.

Anna scrunched her face up. "I'm kind of scared to…" She said quietly.

"Oh, you mean, it's you who doesn't want to, not Hans?" Elsa felt a pang of disappointment.

Anna nodded. "Well, of course he claims that it's fine and that we can wait as long as I want to but," Her voice became a whisper. "I can tell that he has a lot of pent up sexual frustration and tension ever since the wedding."

Elsa's eyes widened. She couldn't help but wonder if maybe this so called sexual frustration had anything to do with her.

Anna noticed her changed expression. "I'm sorry to bother you with something so awkward but-." She looked away, slightly embarrassed.

"It's fine Anna. You should be able to talk to someone about these things." Elsa assured her. "And I'm your sister, so it is absolutely natural that you should be able to discuss them with me."

Anna looked up and smiled a little.

"It's just that, I am not much help with this sort of thing." Elsa apologized. "I'm sorry I can't be more help. I've never been married before."

"Have you ever…?" Anna trailed off and averted her eyes again. "You know."

Elsa almost laughed. The answer was no. Despite the fact that she was significantly older than her sister her romantic experience had been nonexistent up until a few days ago. "Um…" She started to talk but stopped, not really knowing what to say.

"Never mind." Anna sulked for a few moments.

Hans was much older than Anna, who was still barely eighteen. The age difference had been one of the reasons Elsa had disapproved of the marriage from the beginning. And it was even clearer now that Anna was in completely over her head with the marriage thing. No matter how in love two people are with each other, being together can still be an awful idea.

That wasn't going to happen with Anna though. Elsa was determined to fix her sisters problem. It was crucial that Hans and Anna stayed together considering that if they separated, those green eyes and that powerful toned body might become virtually irresistible. "Anna, maybe you just need some time to yourself." Elsa finally said. "Why don't you go for a walk in the town?"

Anna's face lit up. "The town? But, what about the closed gates."

"I guess I could make an exception just this one time." Elsa considered. "Just take a guard with you and don't bring any strangers into the castle when you come back."

"Why would I bring someone back here?"

"You're a social butterfly, of course you'll want to bring some new friend back." Elsa told her. "But don't. We can't have any more strangers into this castle."

Anna immediately stood up. "I'll be back in an hour." She said and dashed out of the room.

Alone at last, Elsa relaxed into her chair.

-o-

I will have infiltrated the castle by tomorrow evening. Once I do, the plan can go into effect.

Hans scowled. He didn't even know what the plan was. This man he was corresponding with was even more secretive than he was.

I will bring with me the resources necessary to permanently remove Queen Elsa from Arendelle.

Guilt pulsed through Hans's body. Had he made a huge mistake by contacting this stranger? No, he hadn't. Elsa needed to be disposed of, didn't she? Well, disposed was a strong word. She needed to be gone. But he wanted her to be in his life forever. With her there, it was impossible for him to achieve his full power, but if she died or was injured at his hands, he would never be able to live with himself.

There were so many reasons why the queen was in the way. Not only did she hold the crown that he felt destined to wear, but she also presented a difficult road block in his marriage. It had gotten only worse since the wedding. He couldn't close his eyes without picturing her face, or move his body without wishing she was beside him, or touch Anna without comparing her to her sister.

The most recent development, her abilities to touch him with her powers just by looking at him, was causing him some serious grief. He wasn't even sure if it was her magic, he only knew if felt like it was a part of her, and because it was a part of her it felt like a part of him. It was strange, thinking about her had become such a constant continuous part of his day that it came as no surprise when he got chills at the sight of her. They were good chills, sweet chills that coursed through him, cooling and relaxing the hot tension his acquired in his veins from not actually touching her.

Could he bear to let her get hurt? Could he bear to be the reason for her demise? He had to, didn't he? Did he really have a choice at this point? The plan had already been put into action. There was nothing he could do.

Hans glanced out the window into the darkness and began to wonder where his wife was. He hadn't seen her since dinner and it was getting late.

Anna was proving to be a challenge. Their relationship had acquired a new pressure since they had married and he was not a fan of it. It was only natural that they should have already consummated the marriage, but they hadn't. Anna was reluctant and he didn't feel particularly compelled to pressure her into something she didn't want. She couldn't know it, but he was more put off by the idea of sex than she was.

That wasn't completely true. Hans was after all, a man, and it of course he had desires. But he felt wrong projecting his desires onto Anna. She was so young and innocent and he had come to, in a twisted manipulative way, actually care about her.

He had always thought himself a man without morals, but when it came to Elsa and her sister, he was beginning to feel his moral compass going out of control in rage. He couldn't quite pinpoint the reason.

Hans began to search for Anna and eventually arrived in the main entrance way to the castle. There he found Elsa, sitting underneath a painting with her head in her hands.

He coughed and her head shot up, her eyes widening at the sight of him.

They stared at each other uncomfortably for a moment, then both tried to speak at the same time. "I was just looking for Anna." Their voices were strangely synchronized.

Elsa nodded and gazed at the door.

"Where do you think she could be?" Hans asked, moving to lean up against the wall across the hall from her.

"I don't know, somewhere out there." Elsa gestured to the bolted door. "They've locked the door, so I'm just waiting for her to get home so I can let her in. But she is taking forever."

"Do you think she's alright?"

Elsa quivered and the temperature dropped what seemed like ten degrees. "Oh god, I hope so." She muttered. "If she's hurt it would be all my fault."

"Elsa, calm down. I'm sure Anna is fine." Hans crossed the hall and bent down to try and comfort her.

She pushed his hand away coldly, and the floor around him turned to ice. "Don't touch me." She said sternly.

"Whoa." He whispered softly.

"God, now look what you've made me do." She stood up and glared at him.

She looked so cute and passionate when she was angry. What? No, she didn't. "You look cute when you're angry." He heard himself say. Half of his brain screamed in furry at the other half.

Elsa opened her mouth to say something but struggled to find the words. The ice on the floor started to spread up the walls.

God, he was such an ass sometimes. "Sorry." He managed. "Couldn't help myself."

Elsa nodded but didn't respond. There was a knock at the front door. "Anna." Her face became petrified. "She can't see this." She gestured to the frozen walls and floor. "She can't know."

Hans bit his lips. "Um, what do you want me to do?"

"I don't know." Elsa started pacing back and forth in front of the door. "I can't let her in. She'll be completely shocked."

"There has got to be some way to get rid of it."

"I have no control, the only time I've ever not felt like I was going to spurt explode into an icicle was when I was kissing you." Elsa slammed her hand over mouth, and Hans registered what she had just said.

"When you were what?" He wasn't quite sure that he had heard right.

"When I was…" Her breathy voice trailed off as her eyes fell on him. Her expression changed from fear to something he recognized as longing.

He knew that he should back away, but as she started to float towards him, his feet felt glued to the floor. Before he found the will to run from her, their lips were intertwined. The room instantly became warmer, thought that may have been due to the heat that was rising in his body due to having finally touched her again. When he immerged from the kiss, he saw that the ice had disappeared.

Elsa was gasping for air and clinging to the collar of his shirt as she looked around. Seeing that the room was back to normal, she jumped away from him. "That was a one-time thing." She muttered quietly.

He almost laughed, then quickly sobered as the urge to tell her of his correspondence with the conspirator overcame him. "Elsa, there is something I have to tell you." He grabbed her hands.

"No, don't say anything that will make me want to kiss you again." Elsa pleaded helplessly. "This is all too much."

"Elsa, there is an imposter trying to worm his way into the castle." He blurted out. "I wanted to tell you."

Elsa stared blankly at him. "Um, thank you for telling me."

"He's trying to kill you." He watched Elsa's eyes grow again. "I wanted you to know because I couldn't bear if anything happened to you."

There was another knock. Elsa went to get the door. Swinging it open, they found Anna standing, beaming back at them. To Anna's left was a bulky, blonde man whose face was red in embarrassment.

"Who's this?" Elsa's voice turned to ice and boomed in the face of her sister and her new companion.

"This," Anna said, still grinning, "Is Kristoff."

Elsa looked furious. "I told you not to bring anyone back with you." She hissed.

"Well, yeah, but he looked so cold and he needed some food." Anna tried to explain. "He is a poor mountain man."

"Hey." The man squinted at her. "I am not poor. I happen to run a very successful ice busin-."

"Get out!" Elsa's voice seemed to be flying from every room in the castle and it hit the stranger and her sister like a gust of wind.

"He's injured." Anna informed her, trying to salvage the moment. "He hurt his arm and I didn't know where else to bring him but here."

"This is not a hospital." Elsa replied, cracking the air with her tongue.

Anna narrowed her eyes.

"Anna," The stranger nudged her in the shoulder. "It's okay, I'll just go to the town clinic in the morning."

"You can't just turn people away who need your help, Elsa." Anna spat. "You're a queen now. And queens aren't supposed to shut people out."

Elsa didn't say anything. Instead she gave them both an icy glare that Hans knew would sent shivers up their spines.

Kristoff cowered under her but Anna was a strong fighter. "I can't just stand here and watch you let innocent people die."

"Anna, I'm not dying." Kristoff tried to butt in.

"Then leave." A wind came from behind and slammed the door in the faces of the two people. As soon as the door was shut, Elsa fell to the floor in sobs.

-o-

Her whole body was aching from holding everything in through that argument. She suddenly realized what she had just done. She had just left her sister out in the cold, kicked her out of the house forever, and slammed the door in her face.

Hans knelt beside her and rubbed her back slowly.

"I-. I-. I can't believe I just did that." Her voice shook, and she as she peered up at him he saw tears trailing down her cheeks.

"He was an intruder." Hans assured her. It seemed like Kristoff had to be the mysterious violent stranger. "You did the right thing."

"I swore I would never fully shut her out. I broke my promise."

Hans hushed her gently and continued to run his fingers down her back. "Everything will be okay."

"I'll tell the guards to increase security tomorrow to be safe." Elsa whispered, resting her head on his shoulder. The rise and fall of his chest was soothing.

"Good idea." She felt his body move as he nodded in agreement.

"I mean, I feel bad. But I'm also angry." She gritted her teeth. "How could she be so stupid? This is worse than when she decided to marry you." His chest heaved as he laughed. "No offense."

"None taken." He said quietly. "Elsa, you should go to sleep and thing about this in the morning."

She nodded slowly and started to stand up. She felt so helpless and weak from the fight. "Will you walk me upstairs to my room?" She whimpered.

He smiled and took her hand, guiding her up the stairs and down the hallway to her chambers.

The stood across from each other outside her bed room. "Goodnight." Hans's hand flew up to her cheek and caressed it softly.

She closed her eyes and tried not to sigh, but failed. "Goodnight." She said.

But neither of them moved.

Elsa suddenly wondered if Anna ever deserved Hans. Anna was a disobedient spoiled brat and Hans was none of those things. She was furious with her sister and somewhere in the pit of her stomach was a deep-seated need for revenge. Anna had always gotten everything. It was because of Anna that Elsa had spent her whole life locked in a tower, that Elsa had never been able to learn to use her powers. Everything had always been about Anna, and Elsa was sick of it.

Rage bubbling inside her, Elsa hooked Hans by the neck and slammed her lips against his. His eyes bulged a little but then he relaxed into it. Moments later, their bodies were pressed against each other. She felt like and animal as his hand slid down her sides and over her hips. As his tongue slid into her mouth, she thought she might explode. It felt so good. All the anger towards Anna turned into burning passion and lust, as she trailed her fingers across his neck and over the buttons on his shirt.

She wanted this. She wanted him. Her brain was all tangled. A part of her screamed not to do this to Anna, but then she thought of how idiotic and naïve Anna had been. Elsa convinced herself, in a matter of seconds that Anna had brought this whole thing on herself.

She slammed him against the door of her room and fumbled with the door knob, still kissing him. As she wrapped her leg around his waist, her dress ripped down the side. She didn't really care. The voice of reason in her head died and was taken over by an icy snake of desire.

He pulled away, breathless, and looked curiously at her.

This was it. This was her chance to end it all and run away from him. She could escape into the mountains and never see those sparkling green eyes ever again.

But she didn't run.

For the first time in forever, she didn't want to escape.

And there you have it.

Do you think Elsa will go through with it this time? Do you think Kristoff is a conspiring villain?

Let me know what you think will happen in the form of a review. I really loved the feedback last time. :)

Also by the way, I don't write M-rated stuff, so if anything happens it will happen in between the lines.