Chapter 8: Five Naked Portraits Captivate my Mind
Disclaimer: I do not own Frozen or Rise of the Guardians, or any of the other shows mentioned in this story. Disney and DreamWorks own it.
Warning: This chapter is rated M. It gets pretty descriptive although it's not smutty. It's not bad.
A/N: So I changed the rating but nothing is going to get any more descriptive than below. Now below I really don't think it will get anyone that, er, riled up but I had forgotten. This is after all a kids' movies' fic. See, in my other stories on a certain YA book, the T's could have gotten a bit worse than this. So yeah, but please continue reading and thank you for all who gave me helpful hints. There were so many I love you!
How many people wanted to dance with the soon-to-be queen? A lot, I could say that much. I was spun so badly enough to puke, but thankfully one of those spins found me in the hands Jack. He saved me from having to dance with anyone else, saying he was being selfish with his bride. "Did you dance with your father, yet?" he peered across the room where two pairs of angry eyes lied on us.
"No." I said tightly. Jack nodded in understanding.
"What was it that he said to you?" he asked. I took a deep breath and repeated it word for word. Thankfully he didn't say anything for I may have cried. Instead, Jack pulled me in closer so we swayed to the song. My head rested on his shoulder. I found that I was much more comfortable with Jack since our trip to the lake. Even as low as his hand rested on my back and how close our faces were, I wasn't embarrassed, though I should have been. We were in public after all. "I wish I could have made his resentment disappear in our deal. I'm sorry."
"You have nothing to apologize for," I stated, pulled back and smiling. "How are you doing, Jack?"
"I'm doing fine," Jack lied openly to me; he and I both knew it. "My head doesn't spin and my heart doesn't miss him." He gazed the room. "Most of all, I don't wonder how badly I am going to screw this country up without him here."
I squeezed the right hand I held and did the only thing I knew else to do. I kissed his cheek for comfort. I knew eyes were definitely on us now so I put on a fake smile as I talked. "I guess we both have people to impress then."
About an hour later I was reaching for something to eat when a hand smacked it away. It was one of the priests. "Girl, you mustn't eat or you'll get bloated. You do not want to disappoint your husband." I figured it was nearly a sin to roll my eyes at him, but I sure wanted to.
"Right, of course, Father John," I sighed and stepped away. Now the entire night I'd be starving. Who knew, maybe everyone would also get to hear the future queen's stomach growl?
I awkwardly handed my plate back over to the servant and gazed the room. "Penelope, have you seen Kiara?" I asked the servant.
"No, your highness, I haven't." I sighed and found Astrid instead. At least she was experienced. Astrid was refusing a dance with Hiccup, who tried to get me to help convince her, but I jus gave her an excuse.
"Elsa, how are you?" Astrid hugged me, happy to have a distraction. I could tell she was leaning to saying yes just to shut up the one legged freaked. Before I spoke, she pulled a plate of food out from behind her back and handed it to me. "Courtesy of yours truly." She curtsied and I nearly pushed her over to keep her from treating me like everyone else. The curtsies were getting old and wasted too much time.
"You saw?" I gasped and immediately began eating, feeling the meat return to my body. I could see the Great Wives, the leading ladies who taught me as a child, give me the stink eye, but I didn't care. I was done with their lessons.
"What's on your mind?" she pestered me. I sighed and ate slower.
"This night. Everyone is going to be watching," I bit my lip. We were officially married now, so I decided to let her in on a little secret. "Astrid, I'm still a virgin."
Her eyes grew to the size of marbles before she busted out laughing, clutching her stomach and everything. Her pointing finger didn't help the stares. I clamped a hand on her mouth until she finally stopped laughing. It wasn't funny; it was terrifying. Hearing the commotion, Jack made his way over. I noticed he had precisely put extra whisky in it before making his way over to me. "Ladies," he nodded to Astrid, then handed me the cup. I refused, saying I preferred wine. He leant in close. "You will seriously want this for tonight." I didn't know if he meant it for the emotional stress or the physical, but either way he was right. I down it in seconds and he motioned for somebody to bring me more. The buzz hit me quickly. "What were you laughing about? Elsa hardly ever jokes with me." Jack grinned.
Astrid looked between the two of us and started giggling too hard to speak. I groaned and explained. "I told her."
"Told her…what?" I had forgotten. Jack and I held more secrets than I remembered. When I specified, he grew slightly annoyed. "Why would you do that?"
"Even if I did tell somebody, they would only laugh their asses off!" Astrid clamped the two of us on the shoulder. "Doesn't matter to me. You're married and are fucking tonight!" She held up her finger, debating something. Then she winked. "You know, I wasn't too keen on the idea of listening to my friend get her brains blown out." I blushed scarlet red and looked at my feet. Jack howled with laughter, motioning for another drink. Maybe I could forget it all by tomorrow. "However, hearing my friend get her virginity taken? How could I ever miss that?"
"Forgive me," I pouted to Jack, who held up a beer of his own and watched as I snuck Astrid to a corner of the room. She was stronger than me, so I obviously didn't force her. "Astrid, I'm freaking out! What if I make a sound? My people will never gain respect for me!"
Astrid looked at me as if I had two eyes. "Elsa, if you haven't noticed, people look at you like you are about to turn them to ice. I'd say it wouldn't hurt to show you aren't just a control freak." I scowled. "All you need to care about is hiding your pain. Jack isn't going to use all his skills on you, I hope. Just act like it didn't happen tomorrow."
"Easier said than done," I rolled my eyes. "Somebody is going to catch a glimpse and before we know it, nearly five naked portraits of me will be floating around the country! The horror!"
Astrid ruffled my hair. "I have to say, you are most certainly not ready for this if that is your fear." She walked away looking to the ceiling and laughing. What was that supposed to mean, anyway? What else was there to fear? Jack seemed harmless. The act itself was no longer a sin. What else would have been the problem, I wondered.
. . .
"I could get bumps?" My eyes shot out of my head. Jack and I, as every newly wed couple did lately, were visiting the trusty 'doctor.' I liked to call him 'pervert-guy-who-likes-to-look-down-there-and-feel-up-there.' After Jack heard my name, he insisted there was no need for a check up on me. I didn't understand the thing at all.
Currently, we were a half hour away from sealing the deal in front of God knew how many people. I was already freaking out about doing it, but to find out that if Jack put his wee-wee in too many people's dining area's he could potentially have contracted a virus, which will be given to me by the end of the night! I already hyperventilated twice while explaining it all.
"Elsa, I promise you I don't have any problems down there. It's an easy check," Jack rested a hand on my shoulder, which I begrudgingly shrugged off.
"Your drunk whores probably had thousands!" I spat. Jack looked from me to the doctor.
"Would you be comfortable if I had two people check out my dick?" Jack snorted. Already with high stress values, I about fainted at his vulgar word. Still, it sounded like a good case, so I agreed. And after the second doctor assured me it was fine, I was able to calm myself, but only enough to ask questions.
"How do you tell?"
"How can I prevent it?"
And then of course, that prompted questions of his own.
"Do you plan on either of you having an affair?" To which I made a snarky comment about how unpredictable Jack was with his beer in one hand. I liked to think that the alcohol was making me this paranoid, but then I realized I could have been much worse if my reaction time wasn't so slow.
Jack had enough. "Out!" He shouted. The doctors fled our room. He even yelled at the servants, scaring them thoroughly. "You think we don't know how to dress each other?" I hated how much he implied. These people had to think we'd be sex gods out there, when in reality we'd probably have to take breaks to resuscitate me. Jack paced in front of me. "I'm starting to think my past is bothering you." His thin body stopped in front of mine, electric blue eyes staring into stormy ones. His white hair was messier than usual, which made him hotter than usual, and I envied his hair. Mine was platinum, but his was flat out white. "Which is a crazy thought…because that would imply your jealousy, which could only mean you have feelings for me."
It took me too long to effectively scoff at him. "I'm just worried for my safety, Jack!"
"If you were that worried you would look up my record and realize I've only slept with three people, all of whom were cleansed!" I hadn't realized we were yelling by now. I blinked, stepping back a step. The beer made it harder for me to comprehend, but I finally got it. I sputtered, trying for any excuse. Jack saw right through it. "B-bu-but nothing, Elsa! Just admit it. It bothers you that you aren't my only one. It gets under your skin and rakes at you soul. It-,"
I shoved him backward. "All it does is remind me that you are going to go right back to those girls once you sleep with me!" I screamed. He stopped his rant and looked curiously back to me. Jack was a good actor because he looked honestly confused, which only made me madder. "You nearly cheated when your dad died, who's to say you won't do that again when your cousin leaves? Or if our kids dies, anything?"
"I was drunk!"
"That's no excuse."
"I told you I'm sorry. What more do you want?" Jack paced the floor. I knew we were getting nowhere. We only had a good five minutes before we needed to go out there and perform for them. I knew my sanity would be out the door if Jack didn't calm down.
"Tell me if I'm wrong to wish you won't cheat," I hissed. His eyes perked at the sound of that, as if that interested him in some odd way. "Am I? This was political. I – I don't know what to do here?" I was trained as a girl that my husband would more than often cheat on me. It was a common thing when you had an arranged marriage of some sort. They didn't love you so they didn't care. As a queen, I felt that it would be insulting to have the king openly cheating on me, for everyone knew when a man cheated numerous times. However, I was a wife first, so this was another time that I needed those classes.
Jack borne his crooked grin as he stepped forward, getting in my face. It appeared that all his anger was gone, and with it any leftover resentment. To replace those emotions he seemed to be challenging me. "Say what you feel. I'll listen. What would you prefer, Elsa?"
His eyes had this gleam to them that drove me over the edge. If he would have stopped staring at me like the last drop of water I could have made a reasonable request. My emotions were pushing at my tongue to say something, anything. Eventually, I couldn't stop them. "Uurg!" I clawed at my braid, getting fed up with arguing and going nowhere. "I don't want you to cheat!"
"Why?" Jack smirked like this was all a game. It felt like he took a cheese grater and slowly slid it down my back until he reached bone, finding my most raw emotions that even I didn't understand.
"Because it doesn't feel good." I hissed, staring only at his chest.
"That's not why."
"Because it doesn't look good for a queen."
"Still not good enough," Jack sighed teasingly. "I suppose I could send for-,"
My eyes shot up to his face, daring him to say those words. I didn't understand why but I just wanted him to sleep with only me. It was only fair after all. "Because I'm selfish?" I wanted his kisses for only me. I didn't want him prancing around the castle sleeping with everyone because he would then contract their diseases onto me. "Because I just want you to."
Jack winked, leaning his head ever so closer to mine. His chilling hand grabbed my chin and angled it upward, eyes sparkling. "You will know the answer after tonight, my queen." Before I could think to react, Jack walked into his bathroom, calling for the servants. My mouth popped open a bit, not knowing what exactly to feel. Two of my female servants – whose names I was beginning to learn – rushed into the room carrying a bundle of clothing in their arms. They were for me. Just before we entered the bathroom, Jack popped his head back inside. "Ladies, would you mind if I pick out her costume?"
Costume! It was like I was dressing up for a funny portrait! I stamped my foot as they spread the dresses – if it was even appropriate to call them that – on the bed. "We can do it together," I snooted. Jack grinned, shaking his head at me. I gazed over the bed and pointed to a pretty light blue. He laughed at that and threw it on the floor. "What is wrong with you? If not now, I will wear it later!"
Jack smirked. "I doubt you will say that when you see how see through the front is," he sighed, sifting through the clothes, throwing two more to the side. I blushed a scarlet red again. I wondered if I would notice my flustered cheeks while we were intimate since I noticed it every other time? "Besides, unless you want to strip naked in front of the entire kingdom, my dear, we need an outfit that will…"
"Get a rise out of you," giggled a girl. Jack snapped his fingers, smiling proudly at Jenna.
"Precisely!" I rolled my eyes. He seemed to be debating between two dresses. One was black and one was a sexy dark red with black lace. "Which do you prefer?"
"They can't see much if I'm in the pitch black one," I muttered. Jack's head cocked slowly to the side, staring angrily at the black one. He then tossed it to the ground. "Just to make me angry, I presume?"
"No," Jack held out the red dress. "I'd rather not be thinking of my brother during this."
. . .
"That's rather tight."
"Should I not be able to breathe?"
"Since when have my breasts been this big?"
"Where are my herbs?"
"I need some maiden's tea."
That was only the beginning of questions I had for Jenna and Haley. I had wonderful servants here. They answered all my questions, but the last one startled me. "What do you mean I'm not drinking the tea?"
Jenna blushed and curtsied. "Heirs are very important, miss Elsa." The thought of going straight into motherhood, skipping the spot of being a queen depressed me. However, if I truly wished I could have a servant be at my side incase a queenly task occurred.
"Don't worry," Haley patted my shoulder and finished perfecting my bun. "It takes a couple shots most of the time. By the end of your honey-." She stopped abruptly. I almost forgot. Jack and I decided it was safer for both our country and us if we didn't go parading off to somewhere slightly secluded where we would neglect our duties, fulfill Jack's needs, and be a target for any criminals smart enough to catch us.
"It is okay. I'm glad I don't have to go on that whimsical trip." I smiled brightly. Jack originally thought I'd be depressed and promised we could go on a delayed on sometime later either when things in the country settled down or when we were about to go nuts. "This baby may not be coming as soon as everyone hopes."
Jenna cleared her throat and glared at Haley. "We are officially done, your highness."
"Please," I said, waddling over to the mirror and gazing at myself. "Call me Elsa." They glanced at each other. It was common for maids to agree to call royals a slightly lesser name, but plain 'Elsa' was obviously out of the box. "Does 'Miss Elsa' suit you?"
"Erm," Haley pointed out as she grabbed the other dresses. "You aren't a miss anymore, my queen."
"Nobody is calling me Mrs. Frost on a daily basis," I sniffed and followed the girls down the hall. "Miss Elsa it is." There was a patio over looking the gate yard where everyone was gathered. It was small and guards would be standing in a clearing around so people saw from a ways back, but there still was the needed preacher and previous acting king, along with any suspicious high class royals, such as dukes. In our case, I didn't doubt there would be less than ten surrounding the bed in a ten-foot radius, but they had their limits. My whole life I prepared for a regular consummation. Any man caught trying to look up my skirt/veil would be heavily punished.
Finally we reached the doors. They ushered me in front of the bed, my back to the loud crowd. I thought it rude for them to be so brash, however I'd hate for it to be dead silent only to have somebody cough. Looking in a hand mirror they gave me, I sighed in relief when I found not one man under the age of fifteen and not a single woman under the age of eighteen, which meant my sister didn't watch. I caught a glare from a certain mother I knew, but no father. The designated men filed onto the porch then, scowling at me like I was about to do something sinful.
I bet I don't want to be here more than you, buddy.
I worried for a moment that my own father was a skeptical one, but he wasn't. I was still his daughter, after all, and he couldn't bear the thought of a man being so sexual with me. That thought would have made me happy, but now I figured I was barely even his daughter anymore. He needed to man up and at least be in the crowd, that coward.
"You look stunning, my queen," Jenna gushed at her masterpiece. I smiled and tried to hug them both, but I couldn't exactly move. They held the mirror to my face and realized I did look beautiful in a totally different way. I held no grace, only the striking sexiness found rarely inside my body. This type of beautiful spoke that I was strong, strong enough to handle letting everyone hear me have…sex.
And that's just what I believed.
The girls left me a while ago. I was standing in a robe covering my outfit on a chilly night. I assumed this was the start of winter. Twiddling with the lace, I found it was real lace. It most likely looked amazing. I caught my reflection in the mirror they left me. Even though I was beautiful, my hair needed some helping. I wanted to let it all down, but something told me it was a bad idea. My bed head was already bad without me wallowing around. I undid the bun and let it fell into a fat braid. I had to say, my hair was my favorite part of my body.
The doors opened. I literally froze in place. I didn't turn to greet my king, my husband. I just stood with my back to him. I was unsure how this part went. Did he make an announcement to the crowd? Did we just go at it? I realized that it was only I making any sound, the crowd totally hushed. My jelly legs moved me to face it and they were all kneeling at Jack. His gaze, however, was on me. I squeaked with fear. A duke cleared his throat, scowling at me. What have I already done wrong, I wondered?
"She does not kneel to me." Jack lashed back. He took my hand in his and turned it to the crowd. "You bow to your queen, not only the king." A large muttering swept over the crowd. They all stood and angled their bodies toward me, bowing. I nodded my head in return, unsure what to do. Jack sent extra glares toward the duke.
We turned around so my back was to the bed. My eyes trailed over his shoulder. Jack smiled weakly and stepped forward. His robe came off first. Delicately, he shrugged mine off as well. I felt the need to apologize, incase he couldn't 'find a rise' out of me. When he looked up, I saw a hungry look in his eyes, one that he reined back. Fear pulsed within me. He never had looked at me that way before, especially in front of a huge crowd. "Look at my eyes. It's only you and me." I finally realized that just him and me wouldn't be such a horrible thing. It was time, we were married, and I could use some loosening.
I didn't notice that while I stared into his bright blue eyes, we fell back on the bed. Jack got on his knees and turned around to pull the sheer curtain shut. I noticed he wasn't wearing anything at all. Even though he had a thin body, it wasn't just skin and bones. Rippling muscles stretched over his whole upper body, and midsection. Just because I was a lady didn't mean I was never overcome with desire. Jack eye's licked my body clean. "It's okay to feel that. It's called lust, sweetheart."
Energy shot through my body. I nodded, still stuck in a daze from his body. A small group of abs attracted most of my attention, however I could see his v-line pointing straight to the baby maker. I wasn't going to lie. It was big and intimidating. The thought of that venturing inside me spooked my heart. It started racing. Then, Jack climbed up my body, his lips ghosting up my stomach, which was only covered in a sheer material. The hair on the back of my neck stood up.
When his lips found mine, I knew exactly what to do; I had practiced the other night with my hand, but nobody was going to find that out. Jack seemed spurring and took in the appreciation of my hard work.
His teeth tugged on my lower lip. A murmuring sound came from my left and I broke the kiss. They were getting impatient. Jack pulled my face back to his, but nodded so that I knew he got my signal. I just wanted it to end. Humility didn't suit me. I closed my eyes, wrapping my arms around Jack's neck. I had no idea what else to do with them until Jack's hand ventured down my neck to my chest, almost testing out if it was okay. Well it certainly was not, however I wasn't about to refuse him in bed, especially when it felt so…soothing. If he could do that I figured it wouldn't hurt for my hands to do what they were itched to do; feel his abs…and arms. I felt stupid, and Jack obviously didn't get a kick out of it. He broke the kiss, and I expected to get a slap, but instead he looked at me with crazy eyes. I blushed.
He must have been drunk because he began kissing me on my cheek and then my neck. I was about to question his sobriety until I realized how amazing that felt…like amazing. Before I realized what was happening, the one thing I fretted over happened: I moaned. It wasn't a quiet whimper or anything, and Jack tried to cover it up by making a groan of his own, but everyone heard it as if the choir was broadcasting it. Silence captivated the crowd before small chuckles started here and there only to grow. My eyes popped open and I froze. Jack pulled up, noticing the problem. "Hurry," I begged. He wasn't even standing yet.
Jack smirked and pressed a quick kiss to my lips before going back to my neck. I bit my lip to keep from doing the same mistake again. Jack must have wanted me to get embarrassed because he started licking me. It was both grotesque and tempting. It went kiss lick, kiss lick. I thought I was in heaven until his mouth made its way to my breasts. Now they were pushed up much further than I ever imagined they could be, but that just made it even more sensitive. Involuntarily, my hips bucked forward, my back arching, just to get closer to the man with the magical tongue.
Something hard and meaty pressed against my thigh. I wanted to sigh with relief but I was already doing that for another reason. His hands! My eyes fluttered open as Jack's face rose back to mine. "Spread your legs for me," he hissed, but it wasn't for the purpose you sex-crazed kids were thinking of. I heard of unclean talk before, but this wasn't just for show. He was talking me through sex in a way that neither of us noticed. "Lift them real slow, around on my back." I did so and found the straps from my stockings to the bottom of the dress had purpose tonight. If I lifted them perfectly, they would create a covering for my body, letting Jack be the front door.
"Do it," my eyes shut tight in anticipation. Jack had his signature grin plastered onto his face. He expertly lowered his body down closer to me, his elbows on the side of my face. We weren't kissing, but we were close enough to share the same breath.
That's when it happened. I didn't scream. I didn't cry. I just froze. All the pleasures from before disappeared. My nails clenched around Jack's shoulders. I whimpered, and nobody but Jack and myself could tell was not from pleasure but from pain.
It dawned on me in the midst of the burning sensation that we stayed still for too long. People weren't muttering, but I could feel their eyes closing around us. So I took a deep breath and opened my eyes, nodding to Jack. He furrowed his eyebrows, shaking his head. In return, I squeezed his shoulder tighter, reprimanding him. Only I knew that was my way of releasing my pain. "Er, fuck me, Jack?" I hissed, wanting to laugh at my failure of forming words. Still, that encouraged Jack. I almost never cursed; it was foul, a sin, and just not lady-like. However, Jack previously mentioned he didn't like a lady in bed so I decided he wouldn't get one.
I'll spare you the gory details. It was a secret only Jack and I would know…along with the rest of the kingdom. But if you truly were that curious, hunt down one of the commoners, for no royal would ever depict such vulgar information, except maybe Jack Frost, the dirtiest man I've ever met.
Pitch cackled, eyeing the infatuated couple from above. The sight of such love made him want to puke up all of his vile essence. Jack Frost - the king who should not have been - got his glorious bride seconds before he could stop them. He pounded his fist not he wood. Damn the spirits. However, there was a loophole. There always was. With that thought in mind, he decided to hide in the digesting couple's room, waiting to let the blackness drop into their dreams.
First, he shot from the wooden scaffolding, his own alcove in such a teasing castle. Hiding behind the shade of the air particles, he zoomed through the air, reach the limits where air was nonexistent. There was a certain moon her needed to question, one that took some spying.
A/N: For all that is holy! I love you guys. These reviews are both helpful and so awesome! Special thanks to Rosebird98 for the awesome compliment. Let's keep them coming guys! (I will blame you all for making me greedy;)) Woo! I promise the plot will thicken in the next chapter.
