A/N: To clear the end of the last chapter up-Elsa did not agree to consummate her marriage with Hans; she simply said that because she was in front of her people and a little girl. She is not a liar, either. Don't worry-Elsa is not that stupid or easily persuaded. ;)
Thank you for all the kind reviews as well as the well-wishings to me for my brother and personal life! It's so tremendous that you don't only support my fic, but me as well! =)
Also, congrats to kadienewberg and bellairmenna for winning a one shot each! The third winner (I have picked 2 so far?) both have not replied in the 3 days I sent them the message, so therefore I still have to pick a follower winner!
Happy Easter! :)
-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-
"Did you really mean that?" Hans asked as he tossed his coat on the large, tidily made bed. The newlyweds had just finished visiting their people in the town and had finally gotten back inside the castle and closed the gates.
"Mean what?" Elsa asked, her eyes never leaving the vanity mirror in which she was fixing her hair into a messy side braid.
"What you said back there in town." He said, craning his neck to look at her through the mirror. "To the little girl."
"Maria?" She asked procrastinating by pretending she didn't understand. He nodded. "I simply don't understand what you mean."
"Her question, Elsa." He nearly groaned at her stupidity which he knew she had intended to use. She was a smart woman; she knew what he was talking about.
"Oh, yes! Now I recall that she did in fact ask me a question!" She said stupidly, flipping her braid so it draped across her left shoulder. He glared at her, one of her manicured eyebrows rising daringly in return.
"I'm not stupid, Elsa. Neither are you. Just answer my damn question." He said as he walked over to her slowly. He placed his hands on her vanity and leaned his weight on it.
"I strongly disagree with that first statement." Elsa said monotonously, crossing her arms under her breasts.
"Damn it!" He said in a loud voice, his hands rising and slamming down again on her vanity. Elsa jumped at the shock. She knew she was annoying him, and she knew he could get angry. But she'd never seen him quite like this. 'Maybe that was because my back was turned to him when he raised his sword against me…' She thought.
Her big blue eyes widened in fear at him. The room dropped its temperature and ice began forming around their feet. He stared at her; his auburn hair falling in his face as he struggled regained his composure. She looked so scared and helpless-minus the ice powers, that is-as she stared back at him and scooted further from him on her chair.
He didn't want to scare her. He'd wanted to make things right. Or at least livable for them. Now he'd frightened her to death.
"Can't you just…stop with those smart-ass comments already?" He said quietly now. "I'm just trying to make this better between us! Or at least better as in we can exist in the same room together and breathe the same air without the urge to murder one another." His hands still rested on the top of the vanity-right where they had slammed down on a few second ago. "Please?"
Elsa couldn't do more than nod hesitantly at his plead. She didn't like it, but he scared her. Yes she had ice powers that could freeze him, but fear was her worst enemy and she knew what could happen if they pushed each other too much. Hans wasn't weak and powerless. She'd seen what he is capable of. What he'd done to others, what he could do to her.
"I'm sorry…I just," He paused, running a hand through his auburn locks and sighing. "You're just so damn stressful and you never ever let me get a word in. You always have to be distant and give me a chance. You're so exhausting I feel as if I need to take a week long nap."
"You've done so much..." She said quietly before getting interrupted.
"And we're back to this?" He rolled his eyes, walking over to the bed and collapsing on top of it. "Just get over it already." He groaned, closing his eyes.
"Just get over it already."
"Just get over it already?!" She asked, dumbfounded at his ridiculous statement. She stood, finally finding her courage and walked to the bed. "Do you have any idea what you've done to me, Hans?!"
"Nothing. You won't let me." He hissed back, eyes still closed.
"You bastard!" She screeched angrily, her hand slapping him against the cheek so hard it had already begin to leave a red mark. His eyes snapped open at the stinging sensation in his cheek. She slapped him again, her nails dragging along his face and leaving small incisions that had barely bled an ounce. "You took my freedom!"
Slap!
"You took my happiness!"
Slap!
"You took my kingdom!"
Slap!
"You took my sister!"
Punch!
She collapsed on top of him in tears. Her head was against his chest which was red, thanks to her hits, and now tear-soaked. Her sobs were hysterical and Hans just lay there, eyes wide, in shock over what had just happened. She had gone from being scared of him, to angrily beating him, to crying on his shoulder.
'Women.' He thought, taking all his might to not roll his eyes.
He glanced down at her warily. Her hair had been ignored and was now messy as ever as it lay sprawled around her face and across his chest. Her face was pressed hard against his chest. One hand covered the side of her face and the other gripped his shirt tightly.
Clueless of what to do, Hans put a hand on the small of her back and rubbed soothing circles in a pattern as his nanny did when he was upset as a child. He was surprised when he felt her calm down a little. Her breathing became more even and her sobbing became quieter and quieter. Then she sat up beside him. She just stared at him for a while, and he back at her.
Slap!
"What the hell, Elsa?" He said, gripping her wrists as she tried to slap him again.
"I hate you." She muttered as she hung her head, realizing she can't hit him anymore.
"I'm well aware of that, and so is my chest and face for that matter." He said angrily. "You know," He said, touching his cheek. "I might have frostbite because of the ice patterns you left on me."
"Lucky you. I could've done much worse."
"I'm sure you could." He huffed, gently touching his sore face.
Elsa smirked. At least she knew she could get under his skin.
-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-
"I can't believe we're actually doing this…" Kristoff groaned, one large hand running over his face.
"Well believe it, Kristoff, because-"
"I'm on a mission!" Olaf cried, waving his arms around in the air as he ran circles around Anna and Kristoff. Kristoff face palmed, which earned him a nudge from Anna, and took the snowman's nose to calm him down a bit. "Oh Kristoff, please don't try to feed my nose to Sven again!" He pouted, sitting pathetically on the ground.
"I just need you to calm down, buddy." He smiled, placing the carrot nose back in place on the snowman's face.
"Aww!" Olaf jumped up and hugged Kristoff's legs. "You're hugs are so warm!" He whispered as he looked up at Kristoff, his eyes big.
"Olaf!" Anna called to get his attention, which was really very hard. She just hoped they wouldn't come across any flowers or butterflies. "I need you to pay very close attention to me." He nodded, staring back at the red headed young woman. "Take this letter to Elsa-"
"Oh! My Snowmother!" He jumped up and down, a large smile gracing his face.
"Yes, your Snowmother…" Anna sighed, handing him the letter. "Take this directly to her. Only Elsa, alright? Don't let anyone else read it and please, please stay out of sight!"
"I've got this, Anna!" He assured her. "I've been practicing-watch this!" He stopped all his movements and stood deathly still. Anna and Kristoff continued staring at him, waiting for him to finish. "See! I'm a snow statue!" He said, still in his paused position.
"That's just great, Olaf." Kristoff said, kneeling on one knee besides him. "Just do exactly what Anna said and then come back immediately, okay?"
"Gotcha!" He giggled, running down the mountain towards Arendelle.
Kristoff raised a brow and looked at Anna. "I really hope this works."
She moved to stand beside him. Taking his hand in hers she replied softly, "Me, too."
-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-
"Oh I really hope this means that you're leaving me." Elsa murmured to Hans as she walked up to him unannounced. He jumped slightly at the surprise, but continued picking out what vests and cravats he wanted to place in the bag that lay openly on the large bed.
"Actually, you're coming with me." He stated simply.
"What do you mean I'm coming with you? Where are we going?" She asked following him from the side of the bed where they stood to his dresser inquisitively.
"On our honeymoon, wifey." He emphasized teasingly. He finally turned to face her, and of course his obnoxious smirk lay on his face.
"What honeymoon?!" She asked astonished.
"The one I arranged."
"And when were you going to tell me about it?!" She said, taking the satin item from his hands and folding it herself as he obviously had no idea what he was doing.
"Now." He winked at her walking back to his dresser to obtain more clothes. Elsa continued folding the items spread out messily on the bed.
"Would you rather have your cravats on top of your vests or the other way around?" Elsa asked Hans after a long, comfortable silence of packing.
"The first, please." He said, raising a brow at her behavior. "I have to say, I'm surprised you're helping me prepare my things for our honeymoon, Elsa."
With a gasp, Elsa dropped the vest she was folding. Hans chuckled. "I didn't…I'm just so used to…Me and Anna always used to do something like this when we traveled and…"
"I didn't mean it like that." He said, handing her a pair of his trousers which she surprisingly continued to fold. He glanced at her and saw her eyes glistening with unshed tears. He placed one hand on her face, the other tilting her face to meet his eyes. He placed a slow and gentle kiss to her forehead and rubbed her cheek with his thumb. "Do you want to know where we're going?"
Elsa nodded, not trusting her voice. He was being sweet… 'The jerk probably just wants me to lie with him.' Elsa thought, scrunching her brows slightly together.
"We'll be headed to the Southern Isles."
-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-
A/N: Will Hans ever learn…? Do you guys think he's genuinely concerned about her or just wanting sex like Elsa thought?
Also, I have finished and published kadienewberg's one shot and it is entitled 'I Will Be Loved'. It is very angsty and is Elsa-centric. :) Feel free to check it out!
Review, Follow, Favorite! :)
