A/N Thank you to all the reviews from the last chapter.
So, as some of you rightly guessed, it turned out that Elsa's mystery stalker/secret admirer is in fact her half-brother. Who, as creepy as it seems is rather obsessed with her, in a rather sexual kind of way (Eww, shudders)
As hard as it to be sympathetic to a brother who lusts after his sister (even half sister) in the way he has done, there is an explanation. Yes, next chapter we will find out more about his past, how the relationship came about, and why Elsa doesn't remember. This chapter will deal more with the confrontation.
Please note, there will be some sexual innuendo, but nothing terribly explicit.
Chapter Ten.
"I am not your sister!"
Ice rapidly spread across the room as Elsa fought to control her emotions. She felt so ashamed of herself. It was the first time since the great thaw that she had lost the ability to fully control her powers.
The imposter smiled. "Elsa. I know you're scared and confused, but it's the truth. I thought the letters would have been enough to jog your memory. Then the flowers. Even the hickey I left you that night. But it appears, Father did a number on you after all. You've clearly forgotten everything, haven't you?"
Elsa was left almost speechless. "T-That was you?! You're my secret admirer? No! it can't be. Those letters were romantic, erotic even. They were from a lover...not a brother!"
His heart was pounding, his brow glistening with sweat. The stranger raised a hand and gently placed it on her cheek. The feel of her cool skin was electrifying. "Please, let me explain, because you have no idea how long I've waited for this moment. For this chance to be with you once again."
The confused Queen shrank back from his touch. "Don't touch me! Don't ever touch me! This is a lie! You're not my brother. The only family I have is Anna, my sister. Not you!"
He looked genuinely hurt and offended by her words. "Maybe it would make more sense if I fully introduced myself. My name is Alexander, Prince Alexander if you prefer...or should that be King Alexander? I haven't quite figured out the details yet. My Mother's name was Petra and my Father's name...well you're already familiar with Daddy dearest, aren't you? God rest his soul."
Staggering backwards even further, her back collided with a dresser that immediately turned to solid ice at a single touch.
"I'm not going to hurt you, Elsa. I just want to look at you. To see the fine Queen that I always knew you could be. After all, it's been such a long time."
Elsa shook her head. "You're not making any sense. But you know what? There is one thing which seems perfectly logical. And that is the obvious fact that you're mentally deranged. Now, I want you out of this room, out of this castle...and out of my Kingdom, before I can count to five!" Elsa commanded.
Alexander precariously crept closer, his knife raised. "NO!"
"No!" Elsa repeated. "I think you'll find, I'm the Queen. And if I order you to leave, then I expect you to do so."
The Prince smiled darkly. "I can't leave, Elsa. At least not until I claim what is rightfully mine."
The Queen scoffed. "And what do you think is rightfully yours? A crown? The throne? Because I've already had one psychotic Prince attempting to overthrow this Kingdom, and well...he failed miserably in his quest. So, if you're in league with him...or you've come here thinking you've got a chance, well it's never going to happen. And if you believe for one minute that you can threaten me with nothing but a knife, then you're clearly mistaken."
"I'm not going to use a knife on you. I know this meager weapon is no match for your amazing powers. I can also assure you I'm not here for the throne...or crown, or even your precious Kingdom. I'm here for a much bigger prize."
"And what is that exactly?" she questioned curiously.
"If you read my letters, then you should already know the answer. But, I can see you're having a little difficulty processing everything. So why don't you let me enlighten you. I want you, Elsa. I want us to be together like we promised each other. I want you in my arms. I want to you in my bed. I want to make sweet love to you, every night for the rest of our lives. I want us to marry and then produce an heir for our Kingdom. Then watch him grow into a strong, powerful leader."
Elsa's face paled in utter disgust. "You're sick and deluded. You can't be in love with your sister! Now leave, before you make me do something I'll regret."
Ignoring her warning, Alexander moved closer, offering her his hand. "I never planned for this to happen, Elsa. I thought I was in love with a Princess, not my sister. But blood or no blood. It just goes to show, you can't help who you fall in love with. The heart wants what the heart wants."
"GET AWAY FROM ME!" she shrieked, sinking to the floor, her mind a jumbled array of confused fears and emotions.
Alexander knelt beside her, stroking her hair affectionately. "Do you remember when I used to do this? All those times we spent together, alone in your room, just you and me. How I was there to quench the loneliness you felt at being forced to hide from all those who never understood you, even dear little Anna. I made you feel special. I made you feel loved. Whilst you were shunned by everyone in the castle, I was the only one who ever understood you...the only one in the family who accepted you for who you were."
"But I have been accepted. Anna, Kristoff, Kai, Gerda...even the people of Arendelle. They have embraced me for who I am. Now get out! Before I freeze you where you stand."
The Prince stared at Elsa, his eyes full of lust. "But I love you, Elsa, and I know deep down inside...you love me too."
She stared at him, her face expressionless. "I DON'T LOVE YOU! IF WHAT YOU SAID IS EVEN REMOTELY TRUE. HOW COULD YOU EXPECT ME TO BE IN LOVE WITH MY OWN BROTHER! IT'S DISGUSTING AND WORSE...A MORTAL SIN."
A pained look spread across his face. "You loved me once, Elsa. Even if you didn't know the truth. It shouldn't matter. Love is love...whoever that is with."
"NEVER!" she raised her hands, ice forming at the fingertips.
For the first time since their confrontation and with the darkness now showing in her eyes, Alexander looked afraid. "Dear sister. You wouldn't hurt another family member now, would you?"
That certainly struck a nerve. Elsa's eyes darted back and forth. Her mind reeling, as she lowered her defense. "Please, don't make me do this!"
"If you don't like this. Then stop me...little sister." His hand sprang out, grabbing the back of her head, pulling her closer to him.
"Stop!" she screamed.
As she opened her mouth, it was all Alexander needed to gain entry. His tongue plunged into her mouth, swirling, exploring around inside. It was magical.. adoring. Oh she tastes so good. Just how I remember.
Elsa tried desperately to force him away, but he grabbed her braid, tugging it harshly. Feeling more like a horny teenager, his other hand slipped inside her dress, cupping, then squeezing her breasts.
"Alexander, stop!...Or I'm going to..."
His hand snaked over her smooth, flat stomach, gliding downwards until he felt the top of her lace panties. "Tell me you don't want me," he moaned.
"I don't!" she retailated, whilst using every ounce of strength she had not to turn him into an ice sculpture. But as his hand slithered inside her underwear, she could feel ice raging through her. Elsa was almost ready to strike, when suddenly the Prince grunted in pain, before falling forward, momentarily stunned.
For a split second, Elsa was afraid she had uncontrollably blasted him with her ice, but instead she saw that it was Kurt, hovering over him, a heavy book clutched in his hand which was still visibly shaking.
"Your Majesty, are you okay?"
The Queen nodded, before she went to restrain Alexander. However, even in his dazed state, the mad Prince was relentless. Faster then lightning, he lashed out, swiping the knife, consequently slicing Elsa's arm causing her to wince in pain.
Kurt tried to fight against the assailant, but he was still rather weak and Alexander was largely overpowering.
Elsa was about to fire a blast of ice, when she was stopped in her tracks by her alleged brother holding Kurt captive. The blade of the knife pressed menacingly against the stable boys throat.
"Little pest. It would have been more simple if he had just died the first time. That way, I wouldn't have to bloody your polished floor. But...there will be no escape for him this time, Elsa. He is vermin, just like that ice master. He should have died too, like the interloper that he is."
Elsa gasped, horrified by his confession. "Y-You set the fire?..You tried to murder Kristoff? It was you who attempted to drown Kurt?"
"I had to Elsa. You're my sister. And not just my sister, but a coveted woman, an epitome of perfection. It pained me that they were showing affection towards you. Kristoff should have known better. Afterall, he's supposed to be courting your sister. He should be in love with her!"
"Kristoff does love Anna, and he's never touched me."
"But he wanted to. He wasn't satisfied with his perfect little Princess. He wanted to have both his cake and eat it. Ugh! It was disgraceful and made me so mad."
Alexander had been so furious that the knife had carelessly slipped, drawing a thin line of blood on Kurt's neck.
Elsa suddenly felt sick to the stomach for even contemplating pleading to this monster. But with Kurt in immediate danger, it was all she could think of. "Please, if you really are my brother. And if you truly care for me. Then don't hurt him."
A smirk played on his lips. "Tell me that you love me. If you want the boy to live, tell me that you love me, and you want to give yourself to me."
To see Kurt quaking in fear and completely at Alexander's mercy, there was no way she could risk using her powers. So she had no choice but to give into his demand. "Okay. I...I..."
"Spit it out, Elsa," he rudely interrupted.
The Queen glared at him, not daring to break eye contact. He had to believe it, even if she hated herself for saying it. "I love you...and I want to give myself to you."
A hint of softness crossed his face. "Good girl. Now, I think it's about we get out of here, don't you?"
Elsa was quick to inquire. "Where are we going?"
"To find Anna of course. There's nothing better then a family reunion."
Fear grew in the pit of her stomach. "No! leave Anna out of this."
"But she has a right to know. She's my little sister too. Once we're all together, then I'll tell you both a nice story."
"We're a little old for stories," she snapped.
A bitter smile graced Alexander's face as he maliciously tightened his grip on Kurt. The threat of the knife returning to the young boys throat. "Don't oppose me, Elsa. Besides's, I think you'll find you'll like this story. It's all about Daddy's fall from grace."
More to come...