Welcome to chapter 10. We will be focusing on Hans and Elsa's relationship.
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Chapter rating T plus (language)

"Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye" - H. Jackson Brown Jr.

Chapter 10: I'm here for you.

Arendelle- the early morning

Arendelle, as peaceful as ever except for the blizzard Elsa was cooking up. A tornado of over thought thoughts swirling inside her head. She sat in the castle courtyards with a pile of books beside her about politics.

The sun was out finally and shone on poor Elsa, deciphering every single thought into a departure of another. It escalated into the largest thought cram ever, her mind was overflowing and hurting like hell. She had only just woken an hour ago from her dreamy sleep; Elsa was surprisingly fatigued and exhausted.

Right on cue, Princess Anna entered the beautiful courtyard grounds, wearing her Fever dress. The same dress she had worn on that unfortunate day of her birthday, where her sister had become sick.

Anna noticed her sisters overloaded thoughts, books piled untidily, Elsa looking like a sweaty mess and her dress dirty and scraped. She sauntered over to her sister and sat beside her, minding herself around the books.

"Are you alright, Elsa?" Anna asked nicely, looking at Elsa who was hanging her head in her hands.

Elsa raised her head instantly, covering her overwhelmed feelings at that moment. "Yes.." She tried to say confidently. "I was just reading a..VERY boring book about royal problems and how to solve them.." She wiped her forehead of the moist.

Anna lent the back of her hand on her sisters temple, "Oh Elsa, your burning up!" She exclaimed. "Why exhaust yourself in such early hours of the morning?" She wondered, picking up and reading the titles of the books.

Royal intuitions...

Royalty and it's demands

The laws of royalty

Queen's guide to royal politics

Court order

"woah.." Anna thought in her head. "So many books about royal politics..why not about royal gowns. Or satin gloves since she has rows and rows of them in the attic?" She giggled, overlooking the sight of politics as too much for her to handle.

Elsa half grinned in embarrassment to all the books about practically the same old subject- royal politics.

"What's gotten you to feel awake enough to read this boring stuff?" Anna laughed, whilst putting the books in a neat pile.

Elsa shrugged, "Nothing, just thought it was useful.." She murmured.

"Uhuh...SURE!" Her sister pulled a sheepish grin. "I believe you one hundred percent!"

Elsa loved her sister, she knew exactly when she wasn't being honest but it also hindered her privacy, as she could read her like a fucking book! Elsa knew she couldn't get around this one, so she told her the truth just to get it over with.

"Sundosia..Easterdern.." She sighed, standing up. "They have always been the most united kingdoms known," She continued, walking out of the garden, leaving her books to sit alone. "You see..Sundosia's sun is being threatened by the Easterdian's..they want to take their sun for themselves.."

Anna followed and nodded in disbelief, "Sundosia and Easterdern are like best friends, what happened did Sundosia not invite them to a party?" She chuckled.

Elsa rolled her eyes, "I don't know.." She said quietly, twisting her platinum blonde braid.

"And what has this got to do with you?" She quizzed, bobbing next to her sister.

"They want to use my ice powers as a defence method," She replied. "What's worse is..I can't trust Hans here on his own!"

Elsa knew she would be helping a kingdom in their desperate hour of need, if Sundosia had no sun they would all perish. This also meant that Easterdan's way of life could change drastically, what if they could not deal with the razing heat?

"Okay..One- I think it's about time people are using your powers for good and two- Hans can grin and bare the journey," Anna said helpfully.

Elsa smiled, maybe she was overreacting, it couldn't be as bad as welcoming her enemy back into her kingdom without a proper reason. It was sunny and warm, it felt like a day she'd want to be on the sandy shores of Sundosia's waking waters. A simply beautiful beach. Of course it was used primarily as a good background for the painter to paint the royal family of whatever kingdom went there for that reason.

It was a day, she'd like to have no worries, no thoughts overloading her mind, no problems popping up in her head. Just peace at all costs, but that was only in dreams where the citizens of all kingdoms would hold hands in harmony. It was simply inevitable.

The the thought struck up inside her head, she was to visit that Prince to check up on his work in just an hour.

Hans had woken from his slumber an hour before, but as the rain that once poured down on him was spitting on him, he decided to wait it out. Luckily, it did come to a stop and he was determined to set a good impression.

The dressmaker was due to come at this time, so Hans stood outside in the sunshine, waiting patiently. The birds were singing and his feet were not as they were dripping with month old sweat. Now a couple minutes later, the dressmaker, Marie, finally arrived with a pile of garments. Elsa had promised one outfit, but that pile was more so like four!

The Queen treating me so generously?

"Good morning, Hans," She curtsied, gracefully. "These are the clothes my Queen is offering you," Handing him the four outfits.

Hans couldn't believe it, "Thank you..?" He muttered out, even though he missed being called Prince.

He was such in shock when he was being handed this, then on the other hand he wondered if it was because he was to be modest and not be in hobo clothes for his stay in Arendelle.

"The top piece of garment is for work like this," She advised him. "Have a good day," As she bowed and left with haste down the cobblestone path inside the castle.

Hans peered down slightly at the top clothing, it was a green shirt with a blue apron and thick black boots. No wonder it was for working, those boots looked like farmers boots.

Hans was indecisive, he knew Martha the servant would be here to give him water for the horses dish. If he were to get dressed, she might show up and walk in on him not realising her was dressing.

Taking that risk, he carried his clothes inside the shack and placed the ones he didn't need on his bed. Taking off his rotten coated boots first, shaking all the dirt out of them forcefully out the door.

Closing the door, he removed his shirt and stared down at his rib cage poking out of his skin slightly, and staring at his wrists, still scared with dreadful memories. He remembered when he was buff as shit, when he had the body all the ladies liked. Now all that was left was a skinny figure, insecure and lonely.

As he picked up his new shirt, he soon noticed it had all its buttons done up. As he picked it up, it smelt amazing so he took a long breath into it and felt so satisfied to to smell BO constantly. As he undid the first button he heard a voice and loud footsteps coming from outside.

"Hans, it is me Martha I have the water for the horses," It rang from afar, drawing closer.

Fuck.

Hans fumbled noisily trying to undo the buttons asap, but as he nearly would get one through the hole, his fingers would slip and let go. The button would bounce back and remain in its starting position His blood was boiling, his chest hairs were tingling. He needed to desperately do something, lets just hope she isn't dumb enough to walk in on a closed door before knocking.

Suddenly the door handle jiggled and Hans yelled as loud as he could, "DON'T COME IN!"

It wasn't like he was in his birthday suit, but the thought of a middle aged or older woman seeing him like that made him queasy. Obviously, she had no respect for him as she spoke out again as she opened the door ajar.

"Hans, are you in here?" She said.

Hans died of embarrassment, doing his best to use the clothes as shield from his anorexic body. How could a royal servant be so incompetent that she hadn't heard of knocking?

"If Elsa was getting dressed, you can't tell me she would walk in on her!" He thought in anger.

Martha came in until she saw the half nude Prince staring red eyed at her. She was an old woman, grey hair, bob. On her wearing a white blouse with a long skirt. She was carrying a bucket of water with a honeysuckle flower in it.

"OH, my apologies Hans, I had no idea you were in here!" She joked, giggling slightly.

"You didn't hear me warn you not to come in?!" He raised his voice, flustered.

"Oh I'm sorry..you're gonna have to excuse the old ears.." She laughed. "Don't worry I'm leaving now!" She giggled, turning around and leaving.

What a lovely old woman, first she couldn't have the common decency to knock, then she blames her ears on why she couldn't hear him, cheeky! Hans then got dressed speedily like a horse galloping in horse jousting. Keeping a steady speed, and voila! He finally made his way outside into the bright world.

Martha waited patiently as she handed him the bucket and made her way out of the stables area, back to the castle. Hans breathed with relief as he got to work in the grubby stables. The horses neighed noisily which hurt his ears to the point where that horses neigh would ring back to him like an echo. It was painful, but it was all worth it to get it all done.

Feeding the horses was simple pimple and giving them water was just as easy. It was brushing that was the problem.. Every time he would get close to brush their mane, they felt provoked and tried to buck him with their hind legs.

"Oh don't be like that fleabag!" He yelled. "Let me brush your fluffy mane," He spoke gentler.

As he tried to brush the mane, the horse was at its breaking point. This horse was near kicking him until Hans decided to try brush another horses mane instead. This next horse was smaller than the last with a luscious black mane, she or he was a real black beauty. Like deadly nightshade, her mane was long as tangled which made Hans go through poison trying to brush it.

Finished. Phew.

Hans had finally tended to ALL the horses, even that stubborn one! He was absolutely exhausted and remembered he had errands with Elsa soon. It came around sooner than later, he saw her in view walking down in her signature blue dress, slightly worn down from earlier.

Elsa saw Hans sitting on the stone ground looking parched and sweaty. Anna had gone of with Kristoff again to the town because there was a small festival of wisdom taking place. All the best wishes to them and apologies that she couldn't make it she had told Anna.

When she approached Hans she gave him a small, tin flask almost immediately containing fresh, cold water. Hans looked in confusion, two miracles in one day?!
He took it gratefully, "Thank you, your majesty..." He said sipping the drink. Oh how it felt so good to drink the water. "Why are you being so kind to me?"

Elsa looked at him, "You have a whole day of work ahead of you, it is only in your best interest that you keep up your strength," She replied to him as he stood up, handing her back the small, tin, square flask.

Hans only assumed that it was to be something that would be of her benefit, after all he couldn't work with no water in his system. He smiled slightly at the cold hearted Queen in thanks. "I still thank you for your generosity," He smiled sincerely.

Elsa felt happy that he wasn't being rude or smug for once, he was genuinely thankful and that she smiled back at him for. Maybe just maybe inside that cold heart was some good left of that tyrant.

"Did the dressmaker hand you your new garments?" Elsa questioned Hans.

"Yes, she did"

"Good, and did Martha-" Elsa said before she was interrupted.

"Forgive me for interrupting, but that servant of yours walked in on me whilst I was busy changing into these suitable clothing!" He laughed embarrassed for himself. "I told her with clarity that she was not to come in, but she still came in then blamed it on her poor hearing!" He explained quickly.

Elsa giggled for him, "Oh my apologies, I forgot she does that," Elsa put a hand over her mouth. "My deepest apologies, she just isn't all there.."

"She didn't even knock!" He said annoyed.

Elsa rolled her eyes playfully, "One time I was getting dressed to and I found myself confronting her in my undergarments..." She blushed. "It was very embarrassing.." She laughed to herself.

A thought crossed his mind..

I would love to see what lies under that cold Queen's garments..

What was he thinking, that was preposterous! As he concentrated on the funny side to this accident he tried to forget what he had just thought but could not. How Elsa was laughing with him, not at him. How she was acting so generous, yet serious and funny at the same time. Lively and understanding.

"Are you alright Hans?" She asked him, causing him to snap out of his daydream.

She is different then I thought..

"Oh yes, your majesty!" He blurted out. "I'm a-alright.." He blushed a dark red.

"You sure?" She giggled. "You are very red...are you ill?" She asked worrying.

"N-no!" He replied rapidly. "I'm very well!" He smiled crookedly.

Did this Prince actually have a sense of humour? Elsa couldn't help, but picture him half clothed, being walked in on by the delirious Martha.

Elsa cleared her thoughts and shook his body away out of her mind, "Right, firstly we need to get fifty letters stamped," Elsa told Hans affirmatively, standing up in high posture.

Hans felt like groaning, but painfully resisted, "Very well, Els-Your majesty.." He corrected him self, feeling tired already.

"Let's get going then"

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