A/N Thank you for all the reviews from the last chapter, please keep them coming.
This chapter will give a big clue as to how the stalker is connected to Elsa.
*Please note this chapter will contain some mild violence and sexual innuendo*
Chapter Eight.
"Ugh this letter writing business is harder then I thought," Elsa sighed as she crumpled up the tenth piece of parchment she had attempted to write on in the last thirty minutes.
Anna wrapped her arms around her sister, offering some consolation. "Elsa. You write like twenty letters every week. Why don't you just pretend you're writing a letter to King Johann of Bavaria or something."
"I could. Only King Johann is not the one sending me love letters now, is he?" Elsa retorted, clearly frustrated. "I mean, what do I even say? It's not like I've ever had a love interest before. Where do I even begin? Should I ask him about his interests? Maybe I should tell him about my interests."
Anna chuckled. "Sure. If you want to bore him to death. Come on Elsa. You've read his letters. He's clearly not interested in what books you like to read..or even what your favorite hobby is. I hate to say this, because it is pretty personal, but he's more...well you know kind of into what color undergarments you're wearing, how supple your breasts are...not to mention the simple fact he's glad that you're so ripe now."
Elsa blushed bright pink. "What does that even mean?"
The redhead broke out into a grin wider then the cheshire cat. Wouldn't you like to know. Look Elsa, I have a few ideas I could share with you."
The quill the Queen had been holding, instantly froze in her hand. Damn it! she silently cursed. "Thank you Anna, but somehow I don't think that will be necessary."
Anna huffed dramatically. "Awww, no fair!"
"Look. Why don't I just write him a note to request a meeting or something? There, easy."
The younger woman raised an eyebrow at her sister's rather crazy and foolhardy idea . "You can't do that! this guy could be dangerous."
"Not nearly as dangerous as a stressed out Queen with the power of ice and snow at her disposal."
Anna slowly backed away. "That is very true."
Both girls were then interrupted by a knock on the door, followed by Kai's bellowing voice.
"Sorry for the intrusion, Your Majesty. But I have young Kurt here. He says he's feeling much better now, and he'd like to know if he can go back to work."
Elsa opened the door to greet her head servant and the stable boy. Crouching down to the young boys level, she decided to question him herself. "Are you sure you're feeling up to it?"
"Absolutely, Your Majesty," Kurt beamed. "I'm as fit as a fiddle."
"Well as long as you're quite sure. You can start first thing tomorrow morning."
Kurt nodded appreciatively. "Thank you, Your Majesty."
"Please, call me Elsa, and whilst you're here, there is something I'd like to give to you." Elsa wandered back inside, fiddling in her desk drawer and retrieving a small leather pouch. She handed it over to Kurt who gazed at it curiously.
"What is this?"
Elsa smiled. "Payment of course. Fifty gold coins to be exact."
"Fifty gold coins!" Kurt exclaimed, before shaking his head. "Oh no, Your Majesty, I mean Elsa. This is five times what I'm usually paid. I couldn't possibly take this. Besides, you've already done enough by allowing me to stay as a guest in your wonderful home."
"Nonsense," the Queen countered. "After what you've been through, it's the least I can do. Now, think of it as a token of my appreciation, with added compensation if you will. And...you are welcome to stay at the castle anytime."
Anna stepped towards Elsa, clasping a hand on her sister's shoulder, before offering Kurt some advice of her own. "My sister has been accidently freezing things this morning. For your sake, it's probably best if you accept everything she's offering."
Kurt threw his arms around both royals. "Thank you. This is the nicest thing anyone has done for me in my entire life."
Elsa hesitantly reciprocated, whilst Anna readily hugged the boy much more affectionately.
"Spend the money wisely," the redhead then advised, ruffling his hair.
"Oh I intend to," Kurt said, waving goodbye and sprinting off down the hall.
Once Kai had also dismissed himself, Anna escorted her sister back inside. "Why don't we take a break from all this and go for a walk. It's such a lovely day outside."
Elsa nodded. "You know what? perhaps you're right."
As he lingered in the shadows, watching, waiting. He couldn't believe how angry he was. The Queen had been locked in her study for three days straight. She had for some unknown reason missed their rendevouz, yet here she was, fraternizing with yet another peasant.
Two hours. Two long hours I waited. Why would she ignore my letter? why would she turn her back on the one person who truly appreciates her? The one person who adores and worships the ground she walks on.
After I presented her with that mark of affection, I would have thought she would have been reeling in excitement to see me. But all she seemed pre-occupied with, was the fact that she'd somehow been tainted. If she wasn't hiding herself away, she was spending the rest of her precious time with her sister and that oaf ice harvester. Now, it would seem she's become the object of affection from a mere stable boy.
If these three people were out of the way, things would be a whole lot easier. Perhaps then she would notice me and come to realize how much she means to me.
Perhaps I just need to shower her with another gift. Something a little more personal. Yes, that's what I'll do. And I know just the thing.
Hmmm. What would Queen Elsa and Princess Anna like more then anything? they have pretty much everything money can buy. Flowers perhaps?...no boring. Jewelry?...maybe a little out of my price range. How about chocolates? I heard they absolutely love chocolates.
Kurt strolled through the marketplace searching for the best chocolate and candy shop in town - Hanson's confectionary.
As he entered the small shop, he was blasted with several different aroma's that caused him to momentarily choke.
Lars Hanson, the shopkeeper kept a steady eye on the young boy as he strolled around, feasting his eyes on the assortment, before he chose to question the lad. "May I help you with something?"
Kurt turned toward the deep, rather gruff voice and approached the counter. "Yes, as a matter of fact you can. I'm looking for some chocolates for the Queen and Princess."
"Chocolates eh? now, why would a young lad like yourself be interested in buying chocolates for the two royal sisters."
"Because, they've both been very kind to me. You see, there was this fire in the castle stables and I was trapped. But then Queen Elsa came and used her amazing powers to put the flames out and save me."
Lars smiled. "Ah, I see. So, you're the young lad that most of the townsfolk have been talking about."
"Wow, am I that famous?" Kurt squealed excitedly, before regaining his composure and continuing. "Well anyway, the Queen and Princess took me in and have been taking really good care of me. So, I thought I'd buy them something nice in return."
The shopkeeper sauntered across to the opposite side of the shop and picked up a blue, striped box. "In that case, I highly recommend these. The ice-cream truffles. They are delectable and just happen to be Queen Elsa's and Princess Anna's favorite of all. I can gift wrap them and even do a one time special offer on them, just for you."
Without hesitation, Kurt paid for the chocolates and then left the shop, barely unable to contain his excitement.
Laying the pale blue box down on the Queen's lavish bed, he smiled with a hint of satisfaction. This is going to be perfect, and just the thing for when we spend our very first night together.
Disguising himself sure had its benefits when moving around the castle. Even entering the Queen's bedchambers in broad daylight was a piece of cake. In his current disguise, he was also able to gain imperative knowledge that the Queen was taking a long walk with the Princess, so he knew he had ample time to spare.
Taking advantage of this fact, he decided to take a good look around her room. He handled her personal posessions such as her hairbrush, barrettes and hair decorations. Then he picked up perfume and various lotions, before running his hand over numerous ornaments. Lastly, he gazed up at a large family portrait adorning the wall. Suddenly, and rather unexpectedly, he felt a tear spring to his eye.
You always were your Father's pride and joy, Elsa. I was nothing but a terrible mistake. He felt a sudden pain in his heart. It was not a terrible pain, but it still ached. No. This is not the time to get sentimental. He means nothing to you. Only her, only the Queen...only my Elsa.
He walked over to a chest and pulled opened the drawers. After rummaging through each one, he closed them firmly after realizing they held nothing of great importance. Then his eyes flicked to another set of drawers which revealed none other then Elsa's finest undergarments.
He lifted each item out one at a time, before carefully examining the garments. The first was a purple colored lace bra, then a matching pair of panties. The next was an ice blue bra with matching underwear. Holding up the panties he nestled his nose into them, inhaling sharply.
Whoa, these smell so good. It's enough to drive me wild.
After placing this particular pair into his pocket, he put the others back into the drawer. Spinning around to face the opposite direction, he then veered around the bed towards the bedside table. It was here that something hiding under the bed caught his eye. He reached down to pick it up and found it was a letter. The letter he himself had written. Seemingly at one point it has become wet and the ink had run, making it virtually unreadable.
So maybe my sweet Elsa never got to read this letter afterall. How foolish was I to blame her? I'm so sorry my angel, for ever doubting you.
Kurt gleefully skipped back to the palace and slowly crept inside. He didn't want to get caught bearing his surprise gifts, so he was expecially careful not to be seen by anyone.
Managing to evade the servants who were pottering around downstairs, Kurt sprinted up the stairs and made his way to Princess Anna's room. First, he put his ear to the door to make sure no-one was inside, then he slowly pushed open the door. He placed the box of gift wrapped chocolates down on her bed and quietly exited the room.
Next, he steathily moved further down the hallway towards Elsa's room. Again, he placed an ear to the door and listened intensely. At first, all was silent, then he heard muffled whispering along with shuffling footsteps that sounded far too heavy to belong to the dainty Queen.
Kurt was unsure of whether he should enter without permission. What if I get in trouble? but then again, what if it is an assassin or something? what if someone is trying to harm the Queen? maybe I should fetch Kai, or one of the guards. On the other hand, this could be my chance to be the hero. I'm sure that the Queen would be ever so grateful.
The stable boy took a deep, inward breath and pushed open the door, stepping inside.
The man disguised as one of the guards looked up, rather stunned to see Kurt hovering in the doorway. "What the hell are you doing in here you little runt?"
Kurt put on the bravest voice he could muster. "What are you doing in here?!"
The man stalked towards him, violently snatching the chocolates from the boy's hands. "I asked you first, peasant. But I think I've already figured it out. You were bringing the Queen chocolates, weren't you? you have a crush on her, don't you?" A small dagger was suddenly produced and Kurt became rather fearful.
"N-No sir...they were just a thankyou gift."
The guard didn't believe him. "A thank you gift. I don't think so. You're in love with her. Do you think she is beautiful?...well, do you?!"
"Y-Yes."
"You want to embrace her body, don't you?...caress every inch of her flesh. You want to kiss her rose-tinted lips, run your fingers through her soft, silky hair. Don't tell me you don't have these urges."
The stable boy was feeling unusually hot and sweaty. It was true he had, on occasion fantasized about the Queen...the Princess also. He was a teenage boy. He couldn't deny he had urges, but he would never act on them. "Yes...I mean no...No! Elsa's my friend."
"On a first name basis already, eh? you little bastard! you're after my Elsa, aren't you? remember this, you little peasant. You are beneath her. She is a Queen. Her beauty in incomparable to any other woman that walks this earth. And she is mine. Do you hear me? she belongs to me!"
"Your Elsa?...I don't understand. You're just.."
"Shut up you little brat. What makes you think you can bring your vile little peasant stench in here anyway. Commoners and royalty do not mix...ever."
Kurt stood tall, defiant. "The Queen doesn't belong to you. She doesn't belong to anyone."
"Why you...!" the guard lunged towards Kurt, dagger raised menacingly.
The stable boy managed to side step out of the way, before slamming his boot into his assailants leg.
The man squealed in agony as he clutched his leg. "You'll pay for that you little brat!"
Kurt stood there fists clenched, yet his body was slightly shaking. "I'm not going to let you hurt Elsa."
"Hurt her?" the man replied innocently. "You silly boy. I'm not going to hurt her. I love her. We are going to be together. And you are not going to spoil my plans." He lunged forward again, this time managing to grab hold of the boy, pushing him roughly against the wall.
Kurt let out a tiny yelp as he struggled against his attacker. He only stopped when the knife was pressed firmly against his throat, drawing a thin line of blood. "Please don't hurt me."
As the guard prepared to slit his throat, he suddenly relented. "I can't have my darling Elsa's room stained with your impure blood." He swiftly put away the knife, instead, grabbing a fistful of hair and subsequently slamming his head into the wall, rendering the boy unconscious.
He had waited patiently until darkness fell, before dragging the wriggling potato sack down to the edge of the fjord, where the icy cold water lapped against the shoreline. "Time to sleep with the fishes."
"Help! let me out of here," came Kurt's muffled, yet desperate cries.
"Sorry, I'm afraid I can't do that." The man reached into his pocket and pulled out a bunch of twine and proceeded to wrap it around the potato sack, tying it tightly.
"You wait until Elsa finds out about this. She'll have your head."
The man chuckled evilly. "Have my head? Elsa could never hurt anyone, especially me. She is such a gentle soul, and she loves me."
Kurt panted heavily. "She'll never love you after this! you monster!"
"I'm sorry it has to be this way, but you see, nobody comes between family...nobody."
A/N More to come...
