JQ: Good going so far..good good.
And Yes, I did get the imprint thingy from Twilight...but mine is better ;)
Anyway, y'all are so good to me, so I pulled myself up by my suspenders and barfed up another chapter for you.
This chapter needs to happen and I'm glad my word vomit turned out understandable.
I do not own Disney, because if I did I would be able to afford that second taco I wanted, after lunch.
Happy reading! JQ OUT!
Elsa woke up in Fría's room, the following morning. She had her arms wrapped around the younger girl while Fría slept soundly, head resting against Elsa's chest. They had spent the whole night making out, so no, they did not go over why Fría suddenly became quite angry at the arrangement. Elsa felt kind of hurt that Fría had shone a negative light on the essence of their relationship. Elsa played back the conversation in her head, trying to see where it took a turn.
Elsa had been holding Andréa.
Fría noticed how good she was with children.
Fría suddenly got angry that they couldn't have children.
Elsa had recalled Fría saying that she was not good with kids. That was probably due to the same reasoning the younger royal didn't hug anyone, intimately: she feared she was too dangerous. Elsa could understand that it wasn't just Fría's powers that made her appear dangerous. It was the fact she was a war hero. And consequently, being a war hero means that you've killed people.
Elsa heard the legends of the princess decapitating the leader of Triomaigh, when she was only 16. She heard that Fría had lit a whole village on fire. Fría truly did appear to be ruthless, but Elsa knew that that was her job: she was supposed to do that. Although she would never – could never – kill someone on her total mental ability, she could understand Fría's motives. She loved her kingdom and it's allies. And she would risk herself and sacrifice herself for the good of her kingdom.
Elsa's heart broke at that. She had only been with Fría for just under a month, but she could already tell that if she lost Fría...she would never be the same. Just the thought of waiting at home in the throne room, and having a guard telling her that Fría will not be returning home this time, made her feel weak. Her heart ached at the thought of burying Fría after a battle. She wouldn't have that. She couldn't let Fría endanger herself anymore.
Fría began to stir and Elsa was snapped out of her depressing train of thought. She smiled as Fría groaned and began to rub the princess' back. Fría sighed and melted into the touch.
"That feels good." the princess mumbled, against Elsa's chest. The blonde chuckled. Elsa placed a kiss on her head.
"Good morning." Elsa greeted.
"Mm...morning." Fría's eyes were still shut, and she was enjoying Elsa's back rubs. Neither of them wanted to get up from their position.
"Do you want to have breakfast in here, this morning?" Elsa asked. The girl shook her head.
"As much as I'd love that," Fría placed a kiss to Elsa's collarbone, "we have to see off my brother, my cousins and your cousins." Elsa sighed. She forgot that they were all going home today.
"You're right." Elsa said, "We can do that tomorrow."
"But can we stay here, a little longer?" Fría questioned, finally opening her eyes, and gazing into Elsa's. Elsa smiled and placed another kiss on Fría's head.
"As long as you want, darling." Fría snuggled, further, into Elsa. The blonde had a whole serious discussion prepared, but she thought that it could wait until the evening.
...
After breakfast, Eugene and Rapunzel had left straight away. The Avalonians were to leave, later in the evening, and Claudio and Tonia opted to stay a bit longer. Alejandro and Isabella finally joined them for lunch, that afternoon. Claudio and Fría were the only ones who found it odd. When Everybody was talking around the foyer, Claudio and Fría dragged Alejandro into a bathroom. Claudio and Fría had their arms crossed.
"Why are you spending so much time with Isabella?" Claudio inquired, in a harsh tone. "Do you not understand the code?" Fría sighed.
"Dio, that's not why I think it's suspicious. They keep sneaking around."
"Because they're dating!" accused Claudio.
"We are not!" Alejandro defended. Fría walked up closer to him, in intimidation. He began to sweat when her nose was lined up with his. Sure they were the same height, but Alejandro was no match for his warlord sister.
"Then what the hell is going on?!" Fría demanded, her volume rising. Truly, Alejandro knew his sister was pretty terrifying. Alejandro knew there was no way around his large, muscular, siblings. He was either going to have to make up something on the spot or go along with their accusations. Alejandro sighed.
"Okay...we're dating." Fría squinted her eyes at her younger brother. Something about his admission was setting her off. He could sense her disdain at his response, but thankfully Claudio's oblivious nature saved him from her scrutiny.
"AHA!" The eldest exclaimed. "I KNEW IT!" Fría rolled her eyes.
"Why didn't you just tell us, then?" Fría's skepticism did not waver, however Alejandro was going to die trying.
"I...just thought that..." He tried to piece together an answer that would satisfy Claudio and temporarily calm Fría. "...that Fry would still be jealous." Claudio laughed and Fría scoffed.
"I broke up with her, remember that little tidbit?" she countered, but Claudio jumped in.
"It's not unreasonable to assume that." He said, "You and Isabella were together for a long time." Fría shrugged.
"It was just her looks, for me." she answered. Claudio turned to Alejandro, to see his reaction at that. It was obviously a trigger comment, to prove that he was in a relationship with her. Fría was a master instigator; she knew her fighting words.
"Are you implying that she isn't anything beyond that?' Alejandro challenged, stepping toward his sister. They held their gazes, asserting themselves. Claudio began to pry them apart.
"Alright, alright, quit it." Claudio instructed. "It's over: we got our answers. Everyone's okay. Let's just head back to the others." the king began to usher them towards the others, but his siblings kept glaring at one another, unsettled by their brother's attempt at intervention.
When they reentered the foyer, everyone was chatting and having a wonderful time; oblivious to the conversation that had just went on between the siblings. Claudio, effortlessly, eased his way into their conversation. His siblings definitely admired his social skills.
"Is everyone laughing at me, behind my back?" He asked, and everyone began to laugh again.
"If we tell you, it won't be behind your back." Kristoff joked and more laughter rang through the group. Isabella walked over to Alejandro and Fría never took her eyes off of their interactions. She simply touched his arm and they began to have a conversation all on their own. Fría supposed their relationship could be plausible, but she told herself she would still hold her suspicion. Elsa took hold of Fría's hand and the contact sent a shiver down Fría's spine. A nice shiver, but a shiver nonetheless.
"What are you thinking about?" Elsa asked, before placing a kiss on Fría's lips. Fría was all too happy with the kiss, so she forgot what the hell she was thinking about.
"Um..." she began, "You can probably guess now." she winked and Elsa began to blush.
"Gross." Gabe said, earning a jab from Anna.
"Hey, one day, you'll be overtly disgusting."
"Says the person who was disgusting first." Elsa countered. Everyone was surprised at her joke, but laughed anyway.
"Not fair." Anna pouted, but she giggled anyway.
...
The conversation continued well into the evening. Elsa and Fría, however, decided to take a walk through the garden. Elsa thought that this was the perfect time to bring up the discussion, about yesterday.
"So..." Elsa started, "about yesterday..." Fría perked up, remembering their make out session last night.
"Mhm?" She smirked at Elsa and the blonde blushed and lightly shoved her.
"No, not that." Elsa said and Fría began to pout.
"Why not?" Fría whined. Elsa placed her hand on her girlfriend's cheek.
"Because we should talk about yesterday's little outburst." Fría immediately paled. She began to fidget with the hem of her shirt sleeve.
"Umm...we should...but we don't have to..."
"We kind of do."
"No we don't."
"Yes we do."
"No we don't."
"I'm not going to kiss you, until our wedding, if you don't talk to me about it." Elsa was met with silence, after her challenge.
"...you wouldn't." Fría contested.
"Dear, I've gone 21 years without kissing." Elsa leaned up, to meet Fría's gaze. "I can go another few weeks." Fría couldn't argue with that logic, so she sighed and gave in.
"Fine. But I want one kiss. Right now." she demanded, in a fake authoritative tone. Elsa happily obliged, leaning upwards to plant a kiss on Fría's expectant lips. It lasted a fraction of a second and the princess was very disappointed. "Hey! What was that?!"
"A kiss. Now let's talk." Elsa brought them both to the stone bench, that was not fractured. They sat down and Elsa began. "What happened to you, the other day?" Fría inhaled a sharp breath before answering.
"I was just...I came to the realization you may have wanted children." She looked away, averting her eyes from her lover. "I certainly cannot give you that." She admitted sadly, still looking away. "And then I thought back to when I first met you...and you were so shocked. I assume you were expecting a man, were you not?" she snapped her gaze back to Elsa, watching her reaction. Elsa gulped and knew that her fiancée was right. She was expecting a man, but there was absolutely no denying how she felt about Fría.
"I'm going to stop you right there." Elsa said, taking both of Fría's hands in hers. The princess, however, cast her eyes downwards, avoiding Elsa's. "Look at me. Please?" Fría shook her head, but Elsa wasn't having it. She let go of Fría's hands and placed her own on both sides of Fría's face. She figured she would need to be forceful for this. The only way to get through her stubbornness is with more stubbornness. Once their eyes were locked, Elsa continued. "Yes, I was expecting a prince and yes I want children. But Fría...the last few weeks have been the absolute best weeks I've ever had." She admitted. "Whether or not this marriage is a deterrent, or treaty or some random deal between our fathers, there is no denying what I feel when I look at you. When I speak to you. When I make you laugh. I cannot understand it, but part of me never wants to. Because I want to bask in this feeling and never regret it." she emphasized her point by desperately kissing Fría's lips. After a few moments, they finally parted, gasping for air. "I would never regret this. I never want to." Fría's eyes began to water. Her fears have been terminated. Elsa had just said what she needed to hear. Fría dove in again, for another kiss. This kiss was less aggressive and less desperate. It was smoother and more passionate. It felt like the feeling none of them were ready for yet.
"You're too good to me." Fría smiled, resting her head on the queen's shoulder. "What did I ever do to deserve you?"
"Absolutely nothing." Elsa answered in all her honesty. "Our parents just thought this was a good idea." the two of them laughed and just basked in each other's presence, until Kai fetched them and told them Claudio and Tonia were ready to leave.
...
"Alright," Claudio said, hugging both his sister and Elsa. "I know grumpy pants here doesn't like hugs, but that never stops me!" He squeezed them both tighter. Elsa smiled while Fría...Fría was not having it.
"DIO! LET ME GO!" she cried.
"The more you struggle, the tighter I squeeze." He warned. Elsa chuckled.
"Honey, I won't be able to breathe, if he keeps true to his word." Elsa advised. Fría groaned, but ceased her struggle. Once he released the couple, Tonia came over with Andréa.
"I think he wants to say goodbye to his new favourite aunt." Tonia said, handing him to Elsa. Without hesitation, Elsa took the small boy in her arms.
"I'll see you soon, little guy." She cooed, nuzzling his little nose with her own.
"When will we hear about the date?" Naomi asked Fría.
"When we figure it out." she answered. She really hoped that her and Elsa could pick a date soon.
"Whenever that may be, you can expect us to be there." Elena said to her. Fría nodded her head.
"Ya got that right." Gabe said, wrapping his arms around Fría and Elena. "I won't miss another party like the one we just had."
"Yep! Count us in!" Naomi agreed. They were extremely excited about the wedding for their friends.
"You're all obviously going to be invited." Elsa reassured them.
"We better be, blondie." Naomi replied. Everyone shared a few more laughs, before they started to make their way to their respective vessels. However, before they could board, a royal guard came into view. He was heavily panting, and carrying a scroll.
"Queen Elsa! Queen Elsa!" He cried, stopping right in front of her. She clutched Andréa closer to her, and her expression became worried.
"Jorgen?" She asked. "What's going on?"
"They're coming." He told her. Everyone looked at one another, quizzically.
"Who is?" Fría inquired, with a stern expression. The guard looked down at his feet before answering.
"Weselton. One of our posts, on the surrounding islands, noticed two warships headed towards the far east side." he pointed towards the east mountains. "A guard from Weselton sent this to us, a few minutes ago, when we asked what they were doing." He then opened up the scroll and began to read it. "Weselton finds this prospected act, of your blasphemous union, to be a threat to life as we know it. Especially because of your sorcery. We are prepared to defend tradition." He rolled the scroll back up. Elsa was confused but Fría was seething. Fría turned to her brother.
"How many troops did you bring?" Claudio began to think.
"Give or take, 50." he answered.
"What about you, Gabe?" She turned to the Avalonian.
"We have two vessels. Our personal one has 45 and the one following us has 104." Fría nodded. She took a moment to calculate.
"199...Weselton's service is only 302, and they probably would leave their 47 mandatory guards. They only have the two warships, anyway, which is pretty poor..." Fría thought out loud. She turned to Jorgen. "How many on your end?"
"We have a total of 350 men. 50 are ready for combat, 45 are required for village safety. We can deploy any other amount, aside from the 45." he responded. Elsa began to panic.
"Wait a second, what's going on?" Elsa asked.
"Um...we're gonna fight?" Fría replied. Elsa's jaw dropped.
"You can't be serious." Fría was in complete disbelief, at her girlfriend's response.
"You're the one who should be explaining this to me! There are two ships, possibly carrying 100 plus men, ready for battle. What do you propose we do? Have a nice chat?!" Claudio and the Avalonians were already aware of Fría's defense mode, and were not surprised at her tone. Tonia could see the shift in Elsa's expression. Without hesitation, she took her child from the queen.
"Okay, one: do not use that tone with me." Elsa seethed, staring at Fría. "Two: This is my royal guard. Three: Arendelle prides itself on its negotiations. You can stop this nonsense, while I get to the bottom of this." She turned to Jorgen. "Prepare me a ship, will you?" Fría got increasingly more agitated.
"You are NOT going to talk to them!" Fría grabbed her girlfriend's arm and pulled her back. "They have weapons ready, Elsa! They could kill you!" Elsa shook her arm free.
"You don't know that. I'm going to try and reason with them."
"YOU CAN'T REASON WITH THEM! THEY HAVE TWO SHIPS!"
"...awkward..." Isabella singsonged. Elena and Tonia eyed her, but they said nothing.
"I am the ruler here, I can decide to do negotiations all I want." Elsa was being stubborn and Fría would be a complete liar if she said she did not find 'assertive Elsa' attractive, but that was an issue for another time. She shook her head and sighed. Being stubborn, herself, she knew that she'd have to concede with her Fiancée.
"Then at least let me come with you. Along with some of my brother's men, and yours." her tone wasn't as angry as it was half a minute ago, and her eyes were pleading. Elsa sighed. She knew that her girlfriend was an expert on war, and she should at least listen to what she has to say. Even if she doesn't believe in battle. And she knew if anything was going to happen, she'd prefer to have a general by her side, who could break down things for her.
"Very well. Take who you need, and I'll appoint my own men." Fría nodded, and began her recruitment. Gabe, Naomi and Claudio began to discuss while Elsa began chatting with Jorgen. Alejandro nudged Isabella in the side, and she smirked at him. They shared a soft giggle, knowing that this would be a difficult obstacle for Elsa and Fría.
