Chapter Ten

Elsa tried her hardest to listen to the creaking of the Admiral's old ship, unable to tell if the noise she heard was either a footstep, their bodies rocking against the aging wood, or if it was the growing rumble of thunder coming in from the fjord. The queen was unable to focus at all as she couldn't contain her gasps and moans, her will losing to Hans's perfect touch… Making her melt faster with each passing second. She gave up being spooked by the sounds surrounding them and grabbed the hungry prince by his sideburns, forcefully pulling him up from her soaked chest, and back up to her wanting soft lips. He moaned with a deep yearning as she kissed him deeply, not being able to control her tongue and sending him more cold shivers down his bare back. She couldn't bear the heat anymore; she needed him, right there and then.

"I… Command you, to sit back on your desk," Elsa smirked widely at the blushing Admiral, pressing her palms against his sculpted damp chest, pushing him back slowly… Hans smirked back and willfully submitted to her whims. "And hold on tight…" she whispered in his ear, gently nibbling and kissing his earlobe, making him shiver. She pushed him a little harder as he wiggled his way slightly more out of his confining uniform pants, trying to free his hips as she grew even more impatient. He'd rather take them off completely, but she didn't grant him a single second of free movement or time. As soon as he found his seat and bearings, she pressed her hands tightly on his shoulders and pushed herself up into his lap, pressing her wetness against his heat quickly, and forcing his large hands to grip into her thighs. He was careful not to rip the soft thin material of her stockings, as he caressed the back of her thighs with his fingertips, and ran them upward to grip her luscious rear. Elsa's hands now running up his neck and back into his hair, pulling him back to her mouth and tasting his fire, left small trails of frost kissing his freckled skin. Steam exiting their mouths as they exhaled, Hans gripped her tighter and thrusted as hard as he could upwards, giving her what she was begging for… Elsa couldn't contain her sharp gasps and moans as she threw her head back, losing all feeling below her knees as the pressure from the deep kiss she felt inside rocked her core. She gripped tightly on the back of his neck as she closed her eyes and began to grind her hips downward, easing him in even further and making her cry. He panted for air he watched her writhe against him, one hand gripping her hip, the other now grabbing the top of her mangled braid, his fingers entwining in her frosted pale blonde locks. Thunder rumbled louder and made the window of the galley shake, covering up Hans's heavy roars as Elsa's hips dominated him. Without warning, he found his hands behind his back, Elsa using her powers to conjure up a snowy wind to loosen his grip and control. She giggled with mischievous delight, ceasing her gyrations only to tickle her ice-like fingertips down his shoulders, to his rock hard arms, and down to his wrists, encasing them in a thick layer of ice behind his back. He gasped as he struggled to free himself, allowing Elsa the chance to push him one more time forcefully backward, Hans falling to the surface with a thud. He blinked in shock and stared up at the powerful ice queen, perched happily on his hips, pressing her knees down and ticking his chest more with her fingers. He squirmed and moaned helplessly as she teased him, the more he struggled, the harder she pushed herself against him. He could feel his girth hitting her wall, her cold embrace making him shiver uncontrollably. But the burn only made him want it even more, making him arc his back and try to push upwards with his hips.

She held her hands to her chest as she bounced endlessly, singing a song she's never sang before, smiling widely and pointing her chin to the air. Hans could only watch and succumb to the inferno as she bounced harder still, his eyes almost rolling into the back of his head. If he could only free his hands, he would grab those hips, and slow her down so he could last longer… But his attempts were futile, and all he could do was save his strength and let her win. Never had he ever felt anything like this before, to be this helpless, to feel this enraging fire burn through his pores… The fire now turning his vision blurry, he wouldn't be able to last much longer.

"Elsaaa!" he cried, another rumble of thunder, now being followed by a flash of lightning. "Elsaa!" he cried harder. The pain was becoming almost too much for him. She couldn't hear his pleas over her own cries of ecstasy and the rain, now lost to her own uncontrollable desire, eyes closed and mouth wide open. There was that amazing build up again, this time approaching her so violently she wasn't able to control it… The tidal wave consuming them, she cried out as she fell forward, still thrusting as hard as she possibly could, her hands now gripping his shoulders. He felt himself burst over and over in unison with her gasps, thrusting upward as best he could, crying out as she forced him to come intensely and without mercy. Letting her own intense climax wash over her like the rising tide, she allowed herself to press her chest against his, wrapping her arms around his neck, still not releasing him from her grip and still gyrating. Not wanting at all to let him go and to let these sensations leave them… She wanted to keep him inside her for as long as possible… She gasped softly as he thrusted one last time, making her look up at his exhausted smile. She immediately missed his lips and gently pulled herself up just a bit, so she could taste them again… Her cold hand gently stroking his scarred cheek, he smiled and kissed her lovingly back, both sighing with contentment. They kissed like this for a good few minutes as their bodies tried to recover, the thunder rumbles outside now erupting into crashes. The admiral's ship creaked in protest to the storm, and their eruptive love-making. Ah, Hans loved the sound of the old boat rocking him to sleep… He was so calmed and happy, he could feel himself start to drift as Elsa continued to kiss his cheek and chin, still smiling and glowing. He was made happier once he realized this was the first time a woman bothered to visit him here… And to have it be her, like this, of all coincidences… He was too afraid to say a word at the risk of losing it all over again. He had a terrible habit of losing everything because of his mistakes... And how he made it to this point was difficult for him to grasp, but he didn't want to argue with the fates that brought him this goddess. But, there was a sudden loud creak that… Didn't sound like his sanctuary. It was subtle, so much so this radiant queen that owned him, body and soul, would miss… But he spent his whole youth in this bucket, and he knew language of this gal fluently. That was not the voice of his ship.

His smile slowly faded as he listened closer, trying to muffle out the sweet sounds of the goddesses' sighs and kisses. He leaned up more and turned his head. Silence. As he became more suspicious, Elsa slowly started to sit up and hold one arm over her bust, trying to conceal herself. She yawned a bit and rubbed her eyes sleepily with one hand. Hans quickly sat up as soon as she freed him, and his emerald eyes immediately tried to peek out the slightly opened door. That wasn't opened before... As his blood ran colder, and not in the way he was starting to prefer, he held his breath tightly as Elsa smiled again and giggled, going back to kissing his neck. He hushed her sharply, alarming her and making her look twice into his eyes.

"My queen please get dressed at once." He whispered as quietly as he could, trying not to alarm her. He looked into her watering sapphires, and his expression softened… She was unbearably cute, and oh how he hated how their bliss was always ruined… He wanted more than anything to kiss her, and have his turn at getting their way… But right now all he could think about was her safety. "Trust… me." He breathed, reassuring her with a deep kiss. As soon as she climbed down to her feet, he sprung to his heels and grunted as he clenched his fists as hard as he could. The ice cuffing his arms then snapped, freeing his arms and allowing his hands to, take care of business swiftly and tie his pants closed. Without hesitating, he reached for his sword, Elsa silently and effortlessly using her frost to glide her airy gown over her head. As she struggled to tie her sash back around her waist, Hans slowly unsheathed his sword, and opened the door without a sound. Elsa stood back, and fixed her hair and held her breath. She was so confused, and suddenly afraid, as he left her alone in the darkness, the sound of the growing storm outside only making her more anxious. Hans grit his teeth as his eyes darted around the darkness, looking for anything out of place or order. She couldn't just… stand there anymore and be afraid, as a, minute felt more like an hour… Elsa silently peeked around the door way… A flash of lightning abruptly bringing light to what couldn't be seen. She gasped in horror as Hans stepped further away from her, focused on a hat placed on a barrel when the shadow behind him grew larger.

"Behind you!" the queen screamed, leaping forward and blasting a thick bolt of ice towards the threat. The prince's sharp eyes looked over his shoulder, and raised his elbow up to the thief's nose, smashing it, just as the ugly man was about to strike with his dagger. The man, his flimsy weapon, and a stack of unopened letters, crumpled to their feet, unconscious and lodged within in a frozen cube. Elsa ran forward, eyes wide with shock, and threw her arms around her admiral. "Are you alright? Did he hurt you?" she looked up and down his bare chest and arms, looking for any flaw. Hans took in a deep breath and laughed weakly, dropping his sword and rubbed his hands along her shoulders, pulling her in for a warm, slow kiss. This was one of the first times someone actually cared enough to look out for his back for a change…

"I'm fine…" he smiled. They reach for each other's hands and held tightly, Elsa still refusing to admit to herself, for her heart's sake, that there was something she saw in his eyes that she couldn't ignore. She felt herself blushing and turning rosy, and had to look away… As she looked down at her feet, she noticed the large amount of letters… All marked with royal red seals. She reached for a few and handed them over to the prince.

"What are these? What on earth?" she looked back down at the sleeping thief with disgust and tapped the ice trapping his limps with her foot. Hans quickly ripped several open and began to read.

"These are all reports of ships going missing down south!" he shouted. "These are old too, and addressed to me from two weeks ago… Why would someone be trying to keep these from me!?" he grew more angry the more he scanned the parchment for more details. Elsa reached her hand up to his shoulder, and sighed, more confused than ever. And more afraid for their well being too. They had to get to the bottom of this… If spies from this mysterious enemy are popping up already... The more more mind raced, the more anxious she felt.

"I'll call for a counsel at once." Elsa tried to avert his eyes away from the bad news and back to her, she needed his confidence.

"No." Hans threw the papers on the floor in frustration. "No, I have a bad feeling. I think it would probably be best if you didn't tell anyone about this."

"What about… this creep!?" Elsa shouted. "I want to put him in my dungeon, and I want him to answer some questions."

"I'll throw him in one of the cells aboard one of the transport vessels… He must be working for my father's enemy… But why and how he got here is beyond me…" Hans held his hand to his chin in deep thought. Remembering the unopened letters he left in his room, he stomped over to them quickly, ripping them all open in a flash. "He must've been sneaking after these. Another report of a missing ship, and this time, casualties." He sighed heavily. "I guess I was wrong about the approach from northern waters. I was starting to suspect a distraction, and then a surprise attack from the north… But now that it seems the southern blockade is failing… But still, that doesn't make sense…" he paced back and forth, Elsa trying her hardest to follow him… "If there's another battle happening in the south, then… How are so many trade ships making it through, untouched?"

"Hans, you need to tell me everything you know." Elsa held her hand to his back, trying her best to reassure him, to maybe get some clarity.

"I… I can't. Not because I don't want to, but I honestly don't know anything else." He turned and looked her straight in her gorgeous blue eyes… "I need to find out what I can from the king…" he frowned. "Until then, you can't trust anyone." he gripped her hands tightly within his. "And don't ever walk outside the castle gates alone. Please my queen..."he sighed, gently grasping her chin with his fingers, kissing her petal soft lips and not wanting to let go.

"I promise..." Elsa sighed, her eyes watering as she did her best to remain strong and calm, but she still felt desperate for more answers...