I have written the first half of this chapter long ago, even before chapter 3 was made, I think? It just have been sitting there, waiting to be completed and released, lol.

Also, bumping the rating up.

Never once did she ever felt quite like this.

Her heart raced against her chest as she stood on the dark stones, towering over the man who had went ahead and took a dip into the steaming water. The hot spring was well-hidden between the trees, just like the house had been, yet still there was the smallest of chance that someone could come across and accidentally see them there. Yet at the same time, the suspense, the thought of secrecy and trying to sneak and hide around, it all… excite her.

Besides, Hans had promised her that the water was not so deep, and even so, if she ever felt anxious then he was there to hold her, to make sure her head did not stay below the surface for far too long, and there was nothing that could make her turn and leave now.

Dainty fingers worked on the buttons of her summer dress, situated at the front and coming from her chest and down to her abdomen, allowing easier access for her to undress, and never once did his eyes ever left her, following where her hands went down until the air brushed against her bare skin.

Shrugging her dress off, one shoulder at a time, she left the fabric fell onto the ground around her ankles as she stood bare in front of her husband. The lump in her throat was swallowed as she moved to step into the water, feeling the heat against her skin as her body slowly submerged deeper past the surface, and Hans moved forward to place his hands at either side of her waist to keep her safe, pulling her into his embrace as their chests pressed against each other.

"The water's nice, isn't it?" The smile on his face was the same one he often wore around her, one that she had fallen in love with and would forever able to make herself feel so at ease for as long as he smiled that way then everything was going to be alright.

"And not too deep." She had repeated what he had told her with a nod of approval, for the waterline had been below her shoulders, hiding her bare chest from prying eyes but not from his sharp ones, and not that she was trying to hide anything from him anyway. "I could not believe we are back here in Ánslo and the first thing that you suggested was to take a dip in the hot spring."

His lips ghosted over the skin of her neck, right above where her vein pulsed, and even without looking she could feel the smile that graced his face. "I have been waiting for this moment, ever since our honeymoon." With his hands tugging her even closer, the flush of their bare bodies together prompted her to chew on her bottom lip. He was so eager, and with everything that had been going on between them and against them back in Arendelle, both deserved to unwind for a little while, as suggested by her dearest sister.

The heel of her foot brushed against the back of his calf as she moved to tease him underwater, and by looking up at him through her thick lashes and giving such suggestive smile his way, it had not taken his lips long to meet hers in a feverish kiss, deep and passionate that drove her sucking up a breath as his fingers roamed the skin of her body, over her every curve as her fingers ran through his auburn hair, damped from the rising steam that surrounded them.

She had never done something like this before.

Lingering kisses and teasing as they sat together in the bath had always led into them bringing it further in their large bed, or any dry place should they could not contain their own desires; to do such thing while still completely submerged in the water was something new and unknown for her.

Her powers were at bay, her practice and self-training had paid off nicely, and the heated water kept her body hot enough until she could barely feel the usual swirling of coldness that danced under her skin. Besides, the fear of freezing the both of them in the spring was currently at the furthest back of her mind.

"I can't swim," she had pursed her lips in a scowl at first, back when he had mentioned the one place that they had not come to during their honeymoon that had felt so long ago, just after their carriage had brought them back to Ánslo, not even giving her a chance to settle down.

"I would never let you go."

The way he had lead her, the way his hands just knew what to do, had reduced her worries too, assuring her that she simply must lessen her over-thinking and followed her sister's advice of letting go and let herself be enveloped in the moment, such a rare time in which they could just be the married couple that they were.

No responsibilities, not a single demand from her Council, no whispers and gossips that brought the muscles of her jaws to tightened as she tried to ignore them; just her and Hans rediscovering each other again and again.

The water sloshed as they moved, the sound blending in with the ones that escaped through their own lips as the pleasure building within them increased with every trust that he brought to her, the legs around his waist tightened as her nails dug into the skin of his back, well-manicured and will definitely be leaving marks when they returned to the house later.

Her head was thrown back as her vision was filled with burst of while, eyes shut closed as her body moved on it's own accord to ride off the high that she was in, long platinum blonde hair drenched as her hips moved to bring him to the same ecstasy that she was experiencing.

His teeth grazed against the skin of her breast as a low grown came from within him, filling her up and even after then his hold on her remained, strong arms enveloping her in his embrace.

And he never let go, just as he had promised.


The heart beating against her ear was soothing.

Summer had never been scorching hot in Arendelle and it's surrounding countries, always pleasant and never given her any sort of discomfort, especially since her body much preferred the cold weather anyway, thus why even cuddling in each other's presence, to have his arm around her while she nestled comfortably against his chest, they were not faced with the unpleasant heat.

"Are you alright?"

His question was not something that she had expected to come from him, especially seeing how well she had been feeling just from being able to leave for Ánslo, to get away from reality even if it was only temporarily. To be able to experience that same feeling that she had on the nights after she and Hans had given into their passion and consummate their marriage for the first time was something she had truly never expected would miss, but she did, and now her heart fluttered with happiness just from it.

Thus of course she was alright, she was more than alright, yet there was something that she had sensed coming from him, one that made her had to guess that he was not merely talking about the moment they were currently in, but also the ones before they had set foot in the royal summer house.

Knowing him, of how much he could observe in silence and study those around him, and remembering of her obvious display of clear distress and the moment where she had attempted to talk to him and yet did not succeeded, there was no doubt in her mind that he had referred to something far more than meets the eye. "I'm… tired."

She didn't mean to whine, she was taught not to complain over things for there are people who suffered more than she, but she was a human still, she had her limits and as far as she had experienced, letting go every once in a while was better than keeping everything inside and suffered in silence.

His fingers curled around her chin then, tilting her head up so she could look at his face, offering a comforting smile as he brushed away the falling platinum blonde strands out of her eyes. His silence told her that she was free to tell him of what she troubled her, yet he also did not demand her to if she was not ready to share it, either way he was there for her.

Caving in, she had let out a sigh before she had begun to open up to him the way she had done with Anna, to explain to him of how her Council had treated her so inhumanly and how she had felt about it, how incapable she had been feeling with the continuous pressure thrown her way.

"I might unable to give you any children, Hans." She couldn't help but bring it forward, the issue that was even far greater than her Council's disapproval of being ruled by a woman. He had asked then, of what had based her words on such thing, why she had assumed the way she did, and she had to hold herself back from looking too judging. "It's almost been two years, and it's not like we have not been… trying, for God knows how much. And still I have never, ever, shown even the smallest of symptom of carrying a child."

"Some women requires more time, Elsa." His hand found hers, and in the gesture they both knew so well he let their fingers intertwined with each other, different temperatures complimenting one another. "We need to be patient."

"Tell that to the Council."

The heaving of his breath had taken her a little off guard, as his face had displayed exhaustion she was not aware he was feeling, his hand tucking a strand of her hair away from her face and hovered over her jaw, the tips of his fingers brushing ever so slightly against her skin. "Do not listen to them then, just for once."

She had moved to protest, to remind him of the importance of the Council in ruling Arendelle, no matter how much of a stress they could give her, they were vital still for the goodness of the kingdom; yet her lips were stopped by his own, pressing a gentle kiss before he brought their foreheads to meet one another.

"Listen to your own heart, Elsa."