AN: Aftering seeing Wild and listening to Talking Body by Tove Lo, this little idea popped into my head. I don't think this requires a warning but it takes a page from the film where Elsa is grieving the loss of her parents, but turns to sex to help her cope (that last part is not from the film c:). That is, until she meets Hans. NSFW ahead. I also bumped Elsa's age up by a year. Thank you to my beta Let-it-geaux.

She's seen him around the office a few times. Eleven to be exact. Even though Elsa tells herself she's not counting. That auburn hair and dashing smile are extremely hard to forget. Every time she catches a glimpse of him passing through the hallways, possessing a regalness in his stoic gait, she finds herself lost in revere over the mysterious man from the Westergard Corp.

Hans has noticed the alluring blonde watching him out of the corner of his eye, surprised to find himself catching her curiously watching him as he waits for his coffee to finish dispensing in the refreshment lounge. Elsa has always been somewhat reclusive but now that Hans is working on a deal with Arendelle Enterprises, he is graced by her presence more and more on the highly exclusive forty-fourth floor. The last time their eyes met, she flashed him a hint of the most gorgeous smile that stuck with him for days.

Deciding she should end this game of eye glances and missed opportunities, she waltzes, because when Elsa walks she moves with all the grace of a dancer, over to the tall redheaded man with a stir pinched between his fingers as he swirls his cream into his coffee; tapping it twice on the rim before tossing it in the trash.

"You must be Hans Westergard," she says politely, getting Hans to whip his head around and quickly finish swallowing his sip of piping hot coffee so that he can reply.

"I am," recovering nicely from the coffee burn throbbing on this tongue. "How did you know that?"

Elsa's coy smile stretches across her radiant face as she uncrosses her arms and moves closer to Hans and his perfectly tailored suit. It fits so incredibly well that she can see the outline of his chiseled body and broad chest, making it just tad hard to concentrate on her introduction.

"It's my job to know. Or at least, it is now. I'm Elsa," holding out her delicate hand to shake his. "Elsa Arendelle."

His eyes grow wide at the name, recognizing that he's just met the soon-to-be-CEO of Arendelle Enterprises. That thought quickly pushes to the back of his mind because whoever she is, she has the most shocking ice blue eyes he's ever seen.

"Elsa," he repeats fondly, shaking and reluctantly releasing her hand. "Lovely to finally to meet you. I admit I've been intrigued by you for the last few weeks."

A giggle slips from between her lips. "Yes. I've caught you staring a few times."

Hans' face drops, worrying that he's come on too strong and now looks like a creeper. "Oh. I-I" he stammers, fumbling for a plausible excuse.

The blonde giggles again and the sound is like a song he knows is going to get stuck in his head for weeks. "It's okay," she says, easing his nerves. "I only noticed because I was staring back at you. This suit is hard to miss," flicking the collar flirtatiously. Playfully. Not too outwardly forward with her intensions.

He takes a moment to study her and, although she's beautiful beyond words, she seems to be holding something back. Her eyes have the slightest ring of grey around them and she's yawned about three times already since entering the room. Perhaps the stresses of taking on such a huge company are beginning to tax her.

"Would you like some coffee?" He asks and grabs a cup from the stack next to the machine.

"No, thank you," Affably waving her hand. "I think three's my limit for the day." There's an awkward moment of silence and Hans uses the rising tension to springboard his courage.

"What about dinner?" Bright eyes flashing up to him with intrigue. "I'd love to take you out sometime."

Elsa's cheeks bloom wildly with color, smiling shyly through her fanning lashes. Hans fits the bill. Handsome, built, gallant, and sweet, with just the right amount of sexual prowess to percolate her interest and make her breathing pick up so quickly that she feels lightheaded just standing this close to him.

"You free tonight?" Elsa asks, throwing Hans off guard. Of course he's free to tonight, but anything he would have had planned is dust in the wind now.

"I'm free," He replies suavely, trying not to sound overly anxious even though he's jumping for joy on the inside. "Any kind of food in particular you have in mind or do you like surprises?" She likes that he's so flexible.

"Maybe something more low key." She bites her lower lip, and he can tell she has something in mind but is bound by her shyness. "Can I come over after work, and then maybe decide on something to do then?" It's a strange request, but he doesn't give it a second thought.

"Absolutely."

Hans gives her the address and gets her number in return. Elsa. He can't stop saying her name to himself.

"I get out of my last meeting at five, and I can come by around then."

He nods and smiles back warmly. "I look forward to it."

"See you then," Resting her hand briefly on his, just to feel his warmth, before she's gone, and Hans' coffee is finally cool enough to drink without doing permanent damage.

A date with Elsa.

The doorbell rings just after six, chimes echoing through the hallways of the spacious home as Hans stops to check himself in the mirror one last time. He strides confidently up to the door and peers out through the peephole, smiling to himself when he sees Elsa nervously looking off to one side and nibbling on her lower lip like she's got first date jitters. It's entirely too adorable.

"Hi. Please, come in," He greets warmly as he opens the door and lets Elsa come inside. Hans' high-rise condo is extremely nice, noting the excellent taste in decor he has, as everything is very orderly but seems homely at the same time.

A list of restaurants within walking distance starts filling through Hans' head at warp speed, trying to think of the best place to take a girl as lovely Elsa, because she's still dressed in her work clothes, and he gathers she probably hasn't even had dinner. And he just can't have that because there's something about her that stirs the gentleman within him to not just cater to her every want and need, but to also sweep her off her feet with grand romantic gestures. Anyone who can get his heart pumping with just the bat of her lashes and also have the sweetest personality to go with her insanely good looks deserves that much from him.

She's scanning the titles of the books on his shelf as he shows her around, trying to get a better sense of what kind of person Hans is away from the bureaucratic world that is the office. Travel, history, and a copy of Walden by Henry David Thoreau sandwiched between John Grisham and Stephen King captures her interest. A smile tugs at the corner of her lips as she thinks about what an exceptionally good conversationalist he must be. It's an eclipse of a smile, gone as soon as soon as it came, when that all-too-familiar dark cloud looms back over her, and she paces around the room with the grace of a thoroughbred before circling herself back to Hans.

"You must be starving," He says. "I'd love to take you out, but I insist that it's ladies choice. Anywhere you'd like." He'd been daydreaming all afternoon about this date with Elsa. How he'd spend the night wooing her and finally get to lift the veil off this mysterious blonde he saw lurking about the office. He's thrilled to pieces until he sees her fighting a frown, losing the battle as it overtakes her mouth, and he notices those striking blue eyes that make him weak in the knees, becoming glossy, like she's about to cry but can't possibly understand why.

She doesn't respond to his dinner offer and takes a few more steps until she's almost pressed up against him, lips dangerously close to his as she tilts her chin up towards his face. "I came here because I want to sleep with you."

There's a pause. A long pause, and his smile is completely gone now as Hans' face twists in confusion, pulling back from her. He can't deny the piece of himself that simultaneously breaks from despair and screams for joy at her strange confession. Because sleeping with Elsa is something he's definitely thought about. He'd be lying if he denied the idea hadn't crossed his mind. And while he's had plenty of one-night stands before, this isn't what he had in mind with her at all. This woman is more than just an easy lay. She's intelligent and beautiful and, without even trying, he could instantly see himself with her years from now, moving in together. Maybe even marrying her one day. Elsa is the kind of girl you thank your lucky stars for and fall over yourself like a lovesick buffoon to make happy. Sleep with you. It keeps bouncing around his head like a ricocheting bullet, mouth dropping open to finally say something to the patiently waiting blonde before him who is growing more nervous by the minute.

"I don't know if I've given you the wrong idea, but I was actually hoping to treat you to a nice time before we jumped into any of that. And not until further down the road. I don't want to just sleep with you. I was serious when I said I wanted to get to know you better."

"You don't want to know me," She cuts back quickly, voice dark and morose. "I don't normally do this," gesturing around her herself. "I'm only nineteen. I don't sleep around. I'd only been with two other guys before any of this ever happened."

And then the pieces fall into place.

"Before what happened?" He asks gently.

"Don't you read the papers?" She counters, trying not to sound superficial.

"I do. But I want to hear it from you."

Elsa draws in a long contemplative breath that shakes when she exhales. She's never said it out loud before, not even to herself. So it's understandable that her glossy bottom lip is quivering, and she's having a hard time keeping her eyes focused on any one thing except Hans.

"Before…" She hesitates, throat bobbing from the rouse of emotions bubbling up from within her. "Before my parents died. Last summer." Eyelids dusted with a soft shade of violet close, shaking her head at her actions but refusing to abandon them. "I'm only a sophomore and have two short years before I take over this massive corporation that my father left me. I'm so terrified about that kind of responsibility, but I can't even focus on it because I'm so overwhelmed by the loss of both of my parents. Whom I loved. Dearly. And I have no one. I've been abroad for so many years that I have literally no relationship with my sister. And she's grieving too and doesn't need me making things worse by dumping my problems on her. I'm surrounded by advisors, whose only objective is to make sure I'm not a liability to the company and can assume the role of CEO when the time comes. Nothing more."

Hans is rendered speechless by her words, heart filling with nothing but compassion as he watches a single tear roll down her cheek and considers her more seriously. She's grief-stricken.

"I wouldn't ask just anyone this," Face brightening for the first time since she's entered his place. She rests a hand on his arm, caressing the fine muscle as her expression softens. "You've been stealing my attention for weeks now. You're very attractive. And if I wasn't so screwed up right now, I could really see myself loving you. Being with you." A beat passes where they both know that feeling is tragically mutual. "But I just need someone to fuck me. Make me feel something. Anything besides this terrible pain that's cutting me up from the inside out."

Hans' breath is calm as he gazes into her eyes, melancholic and pleading as they never break away from his. He knows this pain she speaks of. Not exactly in the same way, but his life hasn't always been easy either. Alone is a place he knows all too well. He may have had a completely different idea of how this night was going to unfold, but the worst thing he thinks he could do is turn her down when she's so raw and vulnerable, teetering impatiently in front of him in her chic black heels. Denying her is an impossibility anyway because, if anything, her extremely sad story has helped him see a long forgotten part of himself in her, a reflection that only makes him fall in love with her a little more than he even bargained to. He can't hear the part of himself that knows this might not be the best idea, not over the sound of a whispered please.

He's not going to say no, not with how desperately she's looking at him. This isn't a one-night stand. She's not one of those girls who keeps your number in her phone simply for a good time on Friday night. This is a woman, a girl even, who's suffered life's cruel blow at much too young an age. Friday nights for her are probably spent at school, studying away in some cathedral-like library or at home watching a documentary. She's a girl in pain trying to cope the only way she's figured out how. No one can understand that more than Hans.

His forefinger comes to rest under her jaw, thumb pressed lightly against her chin as he pulls her in and kisses her tenderly, lips vowing to do anything and everything she wishes.

The kiss is an invitation Elsa fully accepts, and she surges towards the promise of her desired escape from the unbearable reality and grief that's been corroding her life. She kisses him back, open-mouthed and hard, much more passionately than she intends to. She's a runaway train of want and need right now, kissing him more fervently as she inches his shirt up his well-defined stomach.

Hans gets that she's trying to set the pace, eager to skip to the intimate part of the evening, but he wants to lead. He wants to take care of her, and so he pulls the rest of the shirt off himself and peels her blazer off her narrow shoulders.

Clothes begin to come off like this is now some sort of sultry business deal. But no matter how hard either one of them tries to stay emotionally detached, they both secretly know it's not going to be possible.

Hans' shirt is crumpled up on floor, and he's already working the buttons of Elsa's colorful purple blouse as she shakes out her braid, both knowing the crackle of energy between them is too much to ignore. He shimmies her black work skirt down her legs before hoisting her up so that she can wrap her legs around his waist and be carried off to bed.

Even though this is meant to be a physical act, Hans is going to pour everything he has into it for her. Every ounce of himself, devoted entirely to her. She is young and so achingly tragic. She doesn't deserve any of the things that have happened to her, so he will love her. She asked him to fuck her but he is intent on something so much more.

Hans gently tosses Elsa back onto his bed. Stalks of platinum hair splatter out across the pillows as he carefully spreads open her blouse and runs his hands over her bra-covered breasts and pale slender stomach, watching as she writhes and heaves underneath his touch. Warmth blazes across her body like lightning, and she can feel him bringing her to life, snatching her from the fog of bereavement she's been sentenced to. His fingertips make each stretch of skin he grazes them over prickle with excitement, loving her and comforting her with every beat of his heart. A sensation that's going to be burned in her memory quite possibly forever.

They didn't establish any rules for this, so he doesn't hesitate to kiss her again after unclasping her bra and laying himself over her, blanketing her from the cruelty of the world as their bare bodies meet skin to skin; painted together like oils across a blank canvas. Feeling a profound connection as if they've been lovers for years rather than minutes

Her lips welcome him back, sighing contently as soon as her hands wander down the slope of his spine and rise over his firm backside. A thought that he could be hers lances her fragile heart. Because she won't let it happen. Not like this. But the idea lingers in her mind as Hans hitches her legs around his hips and nestles himself between them.

The world begins to slip away, giving herself up to the rush of arousal swirling through her veins. It's not until he's fully inside her that she lets go completely, throwing back her head and releasing a deep satisfying moan, as if she's been counting down the minutes for this relief to rescue her from her misery. A life raft pulling her to safety in the midst of a reckless storm as he joins their bodies together. In the beginning, he feels like he is doing her a favor, but a heaviness weighs down on him. Guilt. Remorse. Because his heart is already a million miles ahead of him.

This isn't the first time Elsa's slept with a man under these conditions. She's been doing so for several months, now that school has started again. And normally she doesn't bother to remember their names or even open her eyes, but they're locked on Hans' at the moment, fierce sky blue finding solace in earthly green as she cries out his name between their crashing lips. Whatever this was supposed to be or whatever either of them thought it was going to be, it's fiery hot and undeniably sexy. She wants him, not just his body, as she's planned, and he's determined to be her refuge.

Hans dips his head low to bathe her slender neck with his lips and tongue, tinted windows next to them fogging over from the sultriness of their lovemaking. Elsa breaks her gaze and tilts her head to catch a view of them in the blurred reflection. They're breathtaking together, watching as his muscular body covers and moves atop her with the ease of well-crafted piston, sparking and combusting as he repeatedly thrusts into her.

She feels equally amazing, the best sex Hans can remember, but notices things like the ghostly white freckles across the apples of her cheeks, flushed and glowing red, and the feather-light hair just next to her ear. All things that make him fall that much harder for her.

When she comes, Elsa exhales the weight of the world. This is her drug. It masks the pain, and he lets her soak up every ounce of bliss in the exquisite moment. He can't hold back any longer and comes just after her. She doesn't know what to expect when they finish because Elsa's not exactly thinking at the moment, but she's pleasantly surprised when he kisses her forehead and tip of her nose, like a lover or a boyfriend would.

She finds her way to the restroom, gathering her clothes along the way, as Hans takes the opportunity to flop back onto the mattress and reflect back on everything with his hands folded behind his head. He feels like he should be happy, but he can't enjoy the post-cotial euphoria for some reason. Before he has the chance to ruminate on it for too long, Elsa emerges from the bathroom, dressed again in her work clothes with her hair perfectly rebraided.

"I have to go," She says simply, small voice filled with regret over having to leave like this, and leans over to kiss him one last time.

Heartbroken, Hans nods and lets her go. Forcing her to stay is probably something she can't handle, but he misses her before she's even reached the door. She's barely stepped into the elevator before he slips his underwear back on and goes to the window to wait for her to exit the building. It's dark outside, stars twinkling above the city skyline in a blanket of ebony, but he doesn't miss that striking blonde hair when she finally appears on the sidewalk. She shuffles to the curb and tilts her head up to the sky, eyes closed and making Hans wonder if she's thinking about her parents. And she must have been because her face shatters when she brings it into her hands. What they did wasn't a mistake, but it isn't the answer either.

She hates herself. Hates what she's become. What she's been forced to become. Tears flow endlessly as she tells herself she'll never be happy. If she can't even bring herself to properly date someone as wonderful and as decent as Hans, and does this with him instead, because she's too numb to feeling anything anymore, she's doomed to spend the rest of her life alone.

Elsa comes over the next night, and the next. And a few days after that. Until soon there is hardly more than a handful of words exchanged between the two of them before Elsa is spayed out naked on his bed and waiting for him to ease her pain. They are straight up fucking now, the magic of that first night dwindling with each additional tryst. But Hans isn't going to be able to do this much longer. Because when he originally asked Elsa if she wanted to go out with him, he had been hoping for something more simplistic like dinner or a movie. An actual date where he could get to know her and possibly lay the foundation for a relationship. It was never supposed to be like this. He knows deep down that he isn't helping her, and going at it night after night like this is only driving her deeper into her bottomless pit of grief. If he cares about her, if he really wants to help her, he has to put an end to all of this.

Elsa enters his condo and casually throws her stuff over on the couch like this is all too routine for her now. Her hand reaches over to her shoulder and starts to pull down her teal cardigan when Hans stops her and recovers the exposed porcelain skin.

"You have a choice," Holding up his hand as he prepares to count the options off on his fingers. "Coffee, cocktails, or... let's see. Smoothies? Cold-pressed juice? I don't even know which you prefer."

Her brows rise in unison. "I don't understand," Shaking her head, baffled by his question.

"I'm going to take you out for a drink. I want to just talk. And if you don't feeling like talking, I promise to sit with you for at least an hour and silently be your support. Real support. None of this hiding behind sex."

"I'm not hiding," Eyes darting around the room like she's suddenly ashamed of herself.

He cups a hand against her cheek and lovingly brushes those translucent freckles with the pad of his thumb. "You're much too sweet to be doing this. I know it helps now, but you deserve someone who will listen to you and all those thoughts you're trying to drown out." Her lips pull tight, and she fights the wave of emotion, knowing he's right. "I want to get to know you. I want to be the one to hold you when you cry. So that you don't feel so alone and can accomplish that through love, not just sex. I can't save you from all of this. You're the only one who can do that. But I can help you. If you let me." It takes her a moment to swallow back the urge to flee. To run from her feelings. But standing here with Hans, his hand on her cheek anchoring her to reality, she wonders if they've sent him to her. If this is her parents' way of making sure she's taken care of. So that she doesn't have to brave this storm alone.

"So what'll it be?" He asks again, smiling even bigger. "Coffee, cocktails, or some third thing that you enjoy that I don't know about."

She sniffles and breathes a laugh. "C-Coffee. Coffee's good," Returning his smile.

"Good." His other hand comes to cradle her face, and he kisses her gently on the forehead. "You ready to go?"

Hans moves to open the front door, but is stopped when Elsa throws her arms around him and squeezes him tight. She's trying not to cry, but it's all that much harder when he runs his hands over her braid and plants another kiss right on top of her head. "Thank you," She whispers against his ear.

Things are better once they start strolling down the street towards one of Hans' favorite coffee shops, and he can't wait to get her one of those giant chocolate chip muffins. Their hands find each other, and she takes the initiative to lace their fingers together. It's nice and much better than sex in its simplistic sort of way.

They grab their drinks and pick a table in back, away from the evening crowd. Elsa doesn't know where to begin and doesn't say much at first, but it's not long before one word leads to several tumbling out, one after the next like Jenga blocks, and then it's a locomotive of emotions barreling out of her all at once.

The chair screeches across the hardwood floor as Hans drags it closer to a weeping Elsa and wraps his arms around her, cradling her to his chest as she saturates his shirt with a river of tears. He never looks away from her, not even once. Giving her as much time as she needs. Because he wouldn't disrupt this moment for anything.

In the safety of his arms, she lets it all flow of her. Every bit of sadness and anger that's been dwelling inside her. It hurts and it's awful, but eventually she reaches a point where the tears just won't come anymore, and her body begins to settle itself after a few shaky breaths.

She apologizes for making a mess of his shirt, dabbing it with brown paper napkins that don't do a thing, but he cherishes the gesture all the same. He wipes the tears from her bloodshot eyes, and when she lets a smile finally break through that morose guise of hers, Hans brightens in turn like the sun emerging from behind a cloud after a sudden downpour.

Feeling like a ton of bricks has been lifted off her back, a first step in what's sure to be many, along with some setbacks, Elsa tosses her drink into the trash and motions her head towards the door, signaling she's ready to go.

Hans hails a taxi and holds her tiny body during the short trip to her apartment near school. He's the perfect gentleman as he walks her to her front door and says how thankful he is for a chance to see the real Elsa and commends her for being so brave.

He wants to see her again but says he wants to take things slow, give her time to heal. Elsa agrees but doesn't see why they can't at least keep seeing each other if she promises to go on formal dates and save sex for later. Hans obliges after some persuasion, and before he knows it he's agreed to take her to a poetry reading at her school the following night.

With their plans sealed, there's only one thing left to do. But this time when they kiss, it's different. It's not something that blocks her pain or eradicates the numbness. It's innocent and soft, spun from love instead of a need to cope laced with lust. He's not saving her; she's doing that on her own. But this time, Hans will be by her side in the way it was meant to be.

AN: This series will update near weekly now with longer chapters. Here's what I've got in the works:

Superhero!Elsa, Supervillain!Hans- They're also dated and don't know they're each other's arch nemesis.

Bodyguard!Hans, Modern Princess!Elsa

Painter!Hans, Seductive Muse! Elsa

Soilder!Hans, Undercover!Elsa

Dying!Hans, Angel!Elsa

Foreign Exchange Student!Elsa, Host!Hans

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