Author's note: This chapter is a bit of tablesetting, so don't be alarmed. We'll get more into the personalities of some of Emma's suitors soon. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy this check in on Elsa and Anna, and how Emma and Killian are coping so far! :D

Disclaimer: Still not mine!

Chapter Twenty Eight

Their new adventure began the very next morning. Emma woke up, Killian's arms around her as they slept. She smiled into her pillow, just happy to have him there. Sunlight streamed in through the gaps in the curtains; they probably wouldn't have long to linger in bed. She just wanted a few more minutes.

Killian felt her stir in his arms, bringing him to wakefulness. He nuzzled her hair sleepily, tightening his hold. "Morning, lass."

Emma shivered at his gravely tone. "Hey."

Killian found a bare patch of skin and pressed his lips to it. "Sleep well?"

"Perfectly," she replied, running her fingers over his forearms. "You stayed."

"Where else would I be?" he asked. It really was a rhetorical question; his place was at her side, sharing her bed. She wiggled against him and he groaned, body reacting to her touch. "Emma..."

She bit her lip, loving that she could affect him this way. He'd come a long way from the proper lieutenant she'd first met. She dragged his hand up to cup her breast. "Hmm."

His hands moved of their own accord, fondling and rubbing her soft flesh, becoming more awake by the moment. Awake and aroused. "Again, love?"

She answered with a moan, arching her back into his touch. She reached behind her, weaving her fingers into his hair as he manipulated her body. Wetness pooled between her thighs, and she ground her ass against him unconsciously. Killian hissed as she made contact with his cock, now fully erect and swollen. He pinched her nipples in retaliation and she let out a soft cry as the pain melted into pleasure. "Oh!"

"Do you want it again, princess?" he growled, giving her another rough pinch. "Was last night not enough for you?"

They'd made love three times before finally falling asleep, but her body didn't seem to remember. She needed him just as much as she had last night. And nearly every night since they'd become lovers. She turned her head awkwardly, finding his mouth to give him a sloppy kiss. "Please," she breathed. "Don't stop."

He kissed her back, blatantly grinding his cock against her ass. "Bloody insatiable minx."

Emma hitched her leg over his hip, reaching down to grasp him. He felt like steel covered in velvet, hard yet so smooth. She rubbed the belled head over her clit, making them both hiss and groan in pleasure. She didn't care how wanton she seemed; she couldn't get enough of his touch. "We need to hurry," she whispered. "Someone will come looking for us soon."

"You mean you," he grunted, throwing the coverlet off them. "They'll come looking for you, love. And we can't have them finding the princess getting fucked by the lowly lieutenant now, can we?" He knew she didn't see him that way, but it was fun to think about. Some people would undoubtedly see Emma as lowering herself to be with him, indulging her passion with a commoner. The risk of getting caught added a certain thrill to their predicament.

"Don't care," she whined, kissing him again. "Gods, just fuck me already!"

"Such a filthy mouth," he groaned, trying to find the right angle. "Love that, princess."

Emma keened, her body bowing as he finally pushed inside. She stretched deliciously to accommodate his girth; it was one of her favorite things, that first push inside. She felt whole when he was in her, every inch of him filling her. Killian lifted her leg higher, sinking even deeper and they groaned in unison. He kept his strokes slow and even, knowing it would be hours until he could have her again. Emma moved with him, arching and canting her hips in time with his plunges. They'd had sex so many times now, but it never seemed to lose its luster. There was always something different, some patch of skin unexplored, a need to be fulfilled.

"Touch yourself," Killian whispered in her ear. "Gods, you feel so good."

Emma wet her lips, hand sliding down her belly. Her clit was swollen and sensitive; she moaned at the lightest touch. "Tell me," she pleaded. "Tell me how this feels."

Killian groaned, giving her a slightly rougher shove of his hips. "Love fucking you, Emma. Always so wet for me." He nibbled on her earlobe. "Wet and hot, tight. Love the way you grip my cock, sweet."

She shivered, another pulse of lust going straight to her clit. She circled it faster, body coiling for release. Her magic flickered; she gasped, shaking. "More, Killian. Tell me more."

"Bloody hell," he cursed. He moved faster, his own high settling at the base of his spine. "Want you on every surface of this room. Bent over your vanity, against the wall, riding me on the floor in front of the fireplace. Someday I want everyone to know what I do to you."

"Gods yes," Emma moaned, finding his lips again. "Harder, Killian. Please." She wanted the echo of him to remain with her all day, the lingering soreness of their lovemaking. She relished it, needed it. It would be with her, even if he was not, the knowledge that she had someone who loved her so completely.

He heeded her plea, taking her with hard deep plunges, the wet sound of their skin slapping together driving him crazy. He needed to come so much, but he needed her with him. Her pleasure always came first. "Need to come," he panted. "Hurry, Emma."

She nodded, rubbing her clit frantically. She shuddered hard as she climaxed, the bright light from her magic shining through her closed lids. Her breathless cry of pleasure did him in, hips jerking wildly as he followed, seed filling her. He panted her name over and over, in awe of the things she allowed him to do to her. He rutted slowly until he softened, dragging out the pleasure for both of them; Emma shivered with aftershocks.

She was breathless, covered in sweat and blissfully happy. She found his hand and threaded their fingers, telling him without words how much she loved him. As she came down, they exchanged lazy kisses, just basking in the afterglow.

Of course, it couldn't last. A sharp knock on her door alerted them to the presence of the outside world. Emma assured her maids she was awake and that she'd be ready for them presently. Killian was already moving, yanking on his trousers to steal away through their passage. Emma followed him, suddenly very annoyed she had to let him go. "You're coming to breakfast, right?"

Killian pulled the linen shirt over his head. "As promised, love."

She stepped up to him, ignoring her nudity, and pulled him down for a needy kiss. "Hurry, okay?"

He nodded. "I love you, Emma."

"I love you too, Killian." One final peck of his lips and he was gone, down through the spiraling passage to his own room. Once he was gone, she quickly cleaned herself up and scanned the sheets for any obvious sign of their activities. She had to fluff his pillow, making it look like it hadn't been slept on, but other than that, nothing appeared amiss. Donning her nightgown and robe, she unlocked the door with magic and called for her maids to begin her day.

Killian put on his second best uniform, knowing that it was important he make a good impression this morning. Emma's kiss still tingled on his lips; he missed her already. This new arrangement would take some getting used to. At least they'd found a way to spend their nights together. He liked sleeping beside her; it was getting difficult to recall a time when they hadn't been bedmates. Only five weeks, then they could be together openly and without repercussion.

He found the public dining room without incident; Emma explained that on special occasions the family ate their meals in public, sharing their table with invited guests. In this case, to celebrate her return, they were having breakfast with some of the princes who had come to court her. He took a deep breath before entering; he had to be on his best behavior for Emma's sake.

Emma was already there, talking quietly with her mother. She beamed when Killian entered, hurrying over to him. "You made it."

"Love, you sound like you didn't see me not a half hour ago," he teased in an undertone.

"Technically, I didn't," she reminded him. She wanted to take his hand, but she couldn't. She saw Killian's eyes dart to her left hand, his face falling. "A glamour. It's still there, Lieutenant. I promise." There was no way she was taking off his ring. His mother's ring, the one that declared her his. To appease her father, she agreed to use her magic on it, make it so no one knew it was there. No one except for her, Killian and her parents. And Liam, of course.

Killian's face brightened. "That's good."

"Come on, Lieutenant. Let's introduce you to my mother." She made a show of slipping her arm through his, all very proper. It was comforting to be touching him again, even in such a formal way. They made their way to Snow White, who smiled warmly at him.

"Good morning, Lieutenant," Snow said. "I hope you slept well."

Killian had to control the urge to blush. If they were right, then it was Snow who'd made it possible for them to spend the night together. "Very well, Your Majesty," he said at last, bowing. "Thank you for such a well appointed room."

"You're welcome." Snow looked around for someone. "Your father's over there." She pointed; the King was speaking to someone around Killian's age with blonde hair. The man was dressed in an outfit not dissimilar to the King's, leather pants and jerkin, well made and cared for. "That's Prince..."

"Andrew," Emma finished, impressed that she recognized him. She hadn't seen him in person for many years, just portraits. He'd lost the baby fat she remembered, his blue eyes serious now. Andrew looked a lot like his father, Thomas, and she was sure he'd be considered handsome to someone else. Just not her. She couldn't shake the image of the little boy who played in the dirt.

Killian stiffened, just a little. So that was Andrew, the prince Captain Elling had tried to persuade Emma to consider back in Arendelle. It felt like another lifetime ago. "Appears he has a shadow," he muttered under his breath.

Emma saw him too. "What's he doing here?"

Captain Elling caught her eye and bowed formally before coming over. He took off his hat and bowed to Snow as well. "Captain Aaron Elling, Your Majesty," he said to Snow.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Captain."

"And it's a pleasure to see you again, Your Highness," he said smoothly to Emma. "Lieutenant, is it?"

Killian kept his voice even. "Lieutenant Killian Jones, Captain. Of Her Majesty's Navy."

"Lieutenant Jones was my bodyguard in Arendelle," she reminded Elling. "Now he's here as my guest."

"I see. I'm very glad you had a safe journey, Princess. Some terrible rumors have come out of Arendelle."

"Are you talking about Hans? Because that one is true. He attacked me and I defended myself."

Elling looked taken aback for a moment but recovered. Killian sneered inwardly; no doubt Elling hadn't expected Emma to be so forthright about what she'd done. Perhaps he even thought she'd deny it. "Quite so, Your Highness. From what everyone seems to be saying the young prince was quite deranged."

"That's one word for it," she muttered under her breath. But Elling was still speaking, asking if she would like to be introduced to his master. Emma didn't really have a choice, refusing him would be rude. She allowed Elling to guide her away, leaving Killian with her mother.

"Since Emma is busy, would you like to be my companion, Lieutenant?" Snow asked, stealing his attention from Emma.

He blinked. "Oh, of course, Your Majesty." He gallantly offered his arm, which the Queen took.

"Perhaps you'd like to introduce me to your brother? I'd like to offer my congratulations."

Killian smiled. "Follow me." They found Liam on the other side of room, staring out the window. Killian had to poke him to get his attention.

"Apologies, Majesty," Liam said, bowing. "I was preoccupied."

"It's quite alright, Captain Jones. And understandable, given the circumstances."

Liam flushed; he hadn't realized his longing for Elsa showed on his face. Or perhaps the Queen was just being polite. "Permission to give my report?"

Snow grinned. "Oh, my husband usually does this, but please go ahead. I want to hear all about your trip. It sounded quite exciting from my daughter's letters." Killian noted how wistful she sounded, almost like she was jealous of Emma's adventures. Emma had told him everything she knew about her parents fight against the Evil Queen; perhaps Snow missed going on adventures of her own. Killian found himself quite liking this woman; he could see much of Emma in her, even if Emma didn't see it herself. He hoped this could bring mother and daughter closer together.

The three of them settled in one of the window seats while Liam began his report, asking Killian to fill in details he hadn't personally witnessed, like the search for Elsa.

"I always thought Gerda was too hard on Elsa," Snow mused quietly. "Of course I couldn't say so. But I'm glad she seems to have found happiness?"

Liam ducked his head, shy in front of the Queen. "I hope so, Your Majesty. I love her very much."

"Then that, Captain, is all I need to know. I'll speak to my husband; we'll get you back to Arendelle as soon as possible."

"With all due respect, Your Majesty, I'd like to stay until Her Highness's birthday. My brother needs me here. I've already written to Elsa, to inform her of my decision."

Snow nodded, not surprised that her daughter's love had confided in his brother. She liked what she knew of the Jones brothers, so far. "If that is your wish. Elsa is always welcome here, though. I know just how difficult being separated from the one you love is, Captain Jones. I wouldn't wish that on anyone."

"Thank you, Majesty. I'll tell her."

Across the room, Emma was trying to pretend she was paying attention. After Captain Elling reintroduced her to Andrew, her father took her arm and escorted her around the room, stopping to make small talk with the other nearly half dozen young men who'd already arrived to vie for her hand. There was Sebastian, son of Eric and Ariel, dark haired and blue eyed like his father; Alexander, son of Aurora and Philip, who was a whole two years younger than Emma, and looked like he didn't even want to be there. Owen, from a kingdom so far away it took them a month and a half to get to Misthaven. He kind of reminded her of Kristoff but without common sense. Then there was Joseph and Edward, brothers, sons of a distant relation to Emma's grandmother, Eva. Not of a ruling house, but of royal blood, sent like all the others to make a marriage alliance with her kingdom.

She did the best she could, trying to remember all their names and where they were from. But it was so boring. At least Killian spoke to her like she had a brain. She didn't know if they were just nervous or if her perception was skewed due to her feelings being engaged elsewhere, but she didn't see this going anywhere. Every chance she could, she looked for Killian, who seemed to be enjoying his time with her mother.

"You could at least try, Emma," her father chided quietly as he led her back to the high table for the meal.

"What do you want from me, Papa? I said I would talk to them. Be nice. I was. I'll continue to be for as long as I have to. But I'm not encouraging anyone. I'm in love with someone else." She really wanted her father to understand. Why didn't he? He'd been forced to accept Princess Abigail when he was in love with her mother. Wasn't this the same thing?

She gave her father a brittle smile and settled in to eat, Killian seated a few seats down from her. She flashed him an apologetic look and he smiled back at her in understanding. As soon as she could, they were talking a long walk. She needed to clear her head.


Elsa arched her back, her nipples rubbing against Liam's course hair. It sent shivers down her spine and she mewled. His large hands held her by the hips, his blue eyes wide and bright with desire. She writhed perfectly in his lap, her wet swollen flesh coating his cock in her essence.

"My gorgeous queen," Liam murmured, ducking his head to suck one of the pebbled peaks into his mouth.

"Oh!" she gasped, bracing her hands on his knees. "Oh yes."

He kissed a path to her other breast, giving it the same attention, lashing at the peak with his tongue. There was no ice in her at all, she felt like she was on fire, molten, her legs shaking from need. She missed him so much; she needed him inside her. She bucked her hips wantonly, all trace of regal gentility forgotten. This was carnal passionate desire she had for her Captain, desire only he could sate. "Liam, please, please!"

"Not yet, love." He brought her bowed form back to him, kissing her deeply, one hand sliding between her legs. "Gods, so wet for me, lass. You're burning up." He plunged three fingers into her, stretching her. She was more than ready, her thighs coated with her arousal. "That's it, darling, Ride my fingers. Show me how much my queen needs to be fucked."

The low timbre of his voice made her clit throb, his dirty words speaking to something deep inside her. She didn't know what it was, but she needed more of it. Elsa braced her hands on his shoulders and rolled her hips, pure instinct fueling her movements. Liam whispered dirty sinful things to her as she rode his fingers in earnest. He curled them, finding her sensitive place quickly. In moments she was trembling in his lap, so close to her climax.

"Liam!" she screamed, clinging to his neck as her hips bounced on his hand. Pleasure fired every nerve ending, white hot, and she buried her face in his neck to stifle more of her cries.

Liam groaned, watching his queen in the throes of her orgasm only made him want her more. He didn't stop touching her, his soaked fingers leaving her to rub her clit. Elsa moaned, still so sensitive, but eager for more. "Need you, Elsa," Liam whispered. "Gods, need you so much."

She nodded against his shoulder. "Yes, Liam. Make me yours, please."

She thought he would just slip into her, but he surprised her. Liam stood, putting her down long enough to resettle her on the leather chair, the fire casting an orange glow on her pale skin. Knees on the edge of seat, arms braced on the back, she waited to see how he would take her. Liam kissed his way up her spine, sweeping her long white hair over her shoulder. His cock rubbed her bottom and she mewled, the hot hard length of him doing wicked things to her.

"Waited so long for you, Elsa," he said softly in her ear. He cupped her breasts, teasing them, stroking her flat belly. "I didn't even know, but it's been you all along."

She trembled and shook, her heart swelling with love for him. She just felt so much, but her feelings no longer frightened her. They empowered her, finally allowing her to live. She keened loudly when he took her at last, sliding into her from behind. He cursed, telling her how tight she was, how much he missed her. Elsa rocked back toward him, needing every last inch of him inside her, branding her as his. Liam hissed and groaned, reveling in her wantonness. His dirty passionate queen, he'd always known she was in there, just waiting to be coaxed out. And he was the monumentally lucky bloke who'd earned her love.

"Fuck, Liam, fuck," Elsa cried, pushing back harder. "Gods, it feels so good."

"So tight like this, lass. Could fuck this quim for hours."

Ugh, that sounded heavenly to her. She kept her knees tight together, reveling in every long thick slide of his cock, stroking the fire ever higher. A second high was just out of reach; she almost didn't want to come because that would be the end of this amazing wave they were riding. But it couldn't be stopped, barreling toward her out of control, Liam bucking into her harder and faster, fingers digging into her hips, sure to leave a mark, but she didn't care. She needed to come, to fall apart in his arms, she was so close, just a little more and...

Elsa woke up, panting, heart racing in her chest. She groaned, the fire between her legs not slaked in the slightest. In the dimness she peeled off her nightgown and shucked the blanket. She was too hot to be covered. She cupped her breasts and squeezed, a moan tearing from her throat. She'd woken up like this so many times since Liam left; she no longer hesitated in touching herself. He'd unlocked her body before leaving; it was like breaking a dam. She continued fondling one breast while her other hand moved between her thighs, quickly becoming slick and wet. She was soaked, body yearning for relief.

Elsa was surprised how easily it came to her, slipping right back into her imagination, conjuring Liam there with her, taking her from behind. She understood her body much better now, knew how she liked to be touched. It was only a matter of minutes before she was writhing in the bed, crying out as the orgasm washed over her, flooding her hand. She whimpered, unable to shake the hollow feeling in her chest. Her body was sated but her heart was not; she yearned for Liam, for his strong arms around her, making her feel safe and loved.

When her breathing got under control again, she got up and cleaned herself. The sheets were ruined, so she snatched up a blanket and curled herself into the very chair she'd been dreaming about, Liam's pillow under her head. It still smelled of him, but it was getting fainter. She inhaled deeply, comforted by his masculine scent. Eventually, she managed to fall back to sleep, wondering if he missed her just as much as she did him.

Anna could see the circles under Elsa's eyes and it tugged at her heart. And it made her feel guilty, because she was so happy with Kristoff. They spent much of their days together, just talking. Sometimes they took rides on his sled or visited his troll family. Anna was fascinated by Grand Pabbie and his family, always making sure to bring them small treats. Even Sven liked her now. But it was difficult to be completely happy when Elsa was so sad. Anna missed Liam too.

"Elsa? How about we go for a ride? Just the two f us?"

Elsa looked up from her breakfast. "Sorry, did you say something?"

Anna smiled tentatively. "I just wondered if you wanted to spend some time together. Maybe go for a ride."

Elsa's smile flickered, touched by her sister's obvious concern. "I'd like that. Maybe we could...build a snowman?"

Anna beamed. "Perfect."

After explaining to Kristoff, Anna hurried to the stables to have their horses prepped. Kristoff understood completely, even offering his new sled, but it wasn't necessary. Anna adored him for offering though. He was coming to enjoy life in the castle; she hoped he might ask her a very important question soon. The thought made her giddy with excitement.

"What are you so happy about?" Elsa asked. She was dressed in her black and green gown, long hair braided in a crown on her head.

"Nothing," Anna said, smoothing down her skirts. She didn't want to make Elsa feel any worse.

"It's okay, Anna. You don't have to walk on eggshells. It doesn't suit you at all."

Anna smiled sheepishly. "It's just...you're so sad. About Liam. You miss him."

"I'm not sad," she said defensively. "But yes, I do miss him. A lot."

Anna simply gave her a look. It reminded Elsa strongly of their mother. Without another word, they climbed onto their horses and started out of the yard. The stablemaster warned them about going too far—they never had figured out what frightened Emma's mount so badly—but neither sister was listening. The moment they were out of sight, they galloped off, just enjoying the sun and wind in their faces.

They slowed down, Elsa nudging her horse in the direction of the secluded pond. Anna followed, curious. It wasn't frozen anymore; there was no sign of the happy afternoon she, Emma and the Jones brothers had spent there. The afternoon she'd confided her secret.

"This was a bad idea," Elsa said, biting her lip.

"Why? What's wrong?"

She climbed down, allowing her horse to drink from the little stream that fed the pond. "Emma, Killian, Liam and I came here," she explained. "We had a picnic. Emma thought I needed to get out of the palace for an afternoon." She plucked a flower, watching as it glazed over with ice. "I told Liam and Killian...about my powers."

Anna tried not to feel hurt, but wasn't sure she was successful. "What happened?"

Elsa smiled, remembering. "We skated. I froze the pond and Emma conjured some skates. It was fun." Then she saw Anna's face. "I'm sorry, Anna! I always wanted to tell you. But I didn't want to hurt you."

Anna lifted her chin and hugged her sister. "I know now, okay? I think it's great that you confided in someone, even if it wasn't me."

"I'm not keeping secrets from you, Anna. Not ever again."

"Well, that's a relief!" Anna said, much more cheerful this time. "So since we're here...how about skating? Or we could make Olaf a wife!"

Elsa laughed out loud. "A wife for a snowman. Only you would think of that."

Anna kicked a stone into the pond. "Well, everyone's getting married," she pointed out. "Emma and Killian, you and Liam, maybe..." She shook her head. "Anyway, I wouldn't want him to feel left out!"

Elsa narrowed her eyes at her sister. Something was suspicious. "Anna," she said sternly. "Is there something I should know?"

"No! Why would you think that?"

"I've seen all the time you spend with Kristoff. You two are very close. I think it's wonderful."

Anna huffed in frustration. "We are and he says he loves me but.."

Elsa smiled, her first real smile in days. "Anna, I am so happy for you!"

"So why hasn't he asked me yet?"

Elsa frowned. "Asked you..." Then it came to her. Anna's first engagement came within hours of meeting Hans. Then Elsa and Emma each had gotten engaged very quickly, no wonder Anna wondered. "Have you told him you love him?"

Anna plopped down on the ground, cringing. "Maybe not in so many words? But he has to know, right?"

Elsa sat beside her. "Anna, I'm not sure it works like that." She thought about Liam again, about how long it took her to admit how she felt about him. And then she almost lost him. "What's stopping you? You've never been shy about how you felt before."

Anna shrugged helplessly. "I guess, after being so wrong about Hans...what if I'm wrong again?"

Elsa took Anna's hand. "Do you think you're wrong?"

Anna thought about it for a long time, so long that Elsa started to worry. Anna and Kristoff looked so in love every time she saw them together. But, she mused, it was a scary thing, to fall in love that completely. She knew that from her own painful experience. "Kristoff loves me," Anna said at last. "And I love him."

Elsa grinned. "Then I think you have your answer."

Anna brightened. "Oh my gosh! I have to tell him!" She threw her arms around Elsa. "Thank you! Thank you, Elsa!"

Elsa giggled, thrilled for her sister. "Well, don't wait on my account. You should go and find him."

But Anna frowned. "But I wanted to spend the day with you."

"And I appreciate that. But I don't want you to put your life on hold for me. But I think I'll stay a little while longer."

Anna bit her lip. She felt guilty again. "Elsa..."

"Seriously, Anna, go. Find Kristoff. I'll be alright for few hours. I'll see you at dinner, I promise."

Anna hugged her sister tightly. "Love you, Elsa."

"Me too." Elsa gave her sister one final squeeze then all but pushed her away. She smiled as Anna scrambled onto her horse and rode off in the direction of the palace. Elsa sighed, missing Liam more than ever. Still, she'd done the right thing. Anna needed to tell the person she loved how she felt; not being honest was the worst.

There wasn't any real point in staying by the lake. But she felt closer to Liam there. If she closed her eyes she could almost imagine him there with her, along with Emma and Killian, just enjoying the seclusion. Liam had been so formal when they skated, at least at first. There was a fondness in his eyes that had made her feel warm and gooey inside, unfamiliar at the time. She'd certainly admired him before their picnic but after, she realized it was more than that. He accepted her as she was and he wasn't afraid.

Shaking off her reverie, Elsa reached over and touched her finger to the surface of the lake. It froze over, a sheet thick enough to support her weight. She made her boots into skates, ice on ice, and stepped onto her private ice rink. Liam wouldn't want me to be sad, she mused as she pushed off. She skated around and around, circles, figure 8's, the exhilaration of the wind in her face and the burn in her muscles making her smile. It was close to how she'd felt that night on the mountain, testing her powers and building her ice palace. On a whim, she made light fluffy snow fall, turning the glade around the lake into a winter wonderland.

Eventually, she tired and built a bench of ice on the edge of the lake. She sat, breathing deeply, just thinking. It had been a long time since she'd used her powers purely for her own amusement. All sorts of ideas flitted through her mind, decorating the palace for the winter festival, Anna's birthday was coming up, Liam's homecoming. Using her powers to bring joy warmed her lonely heart.

A bird alit beside her, hopping from foot to foot, due to the chilly bench. Elsa chuckled until she noticed the letter tied to the little thing's leg. She carefully picked up the bird and untied the ribbon, her heart beating faster. It had to be from Liam. She could feel it. Her new companion flew away the moment he was free, but she hardly noticed. She broke the seal and unrolled the scroll, Liam's familiar hand unraveling before her.

My dearest Elsa,

We have docked safely in Misthaven. I meant to write sooner, but my duties have been keeping me busy. My crew has performed admirably, allowing us to arrive a full two days ahead of schedule. All of us are well; Emma and Killian have been with the King and Queen most of the day. To be honest, I'm a little worried for them; it's been some time since we received any news from home.

Above all, I miss you, Elsa. So much, it's a bittersweet ache in my chest. I am here, but my heart is in Arendelle. I know you'll keep it safe for me.

She teared up a bit at that, understanding precisely how he felt. The letter was long, as Liam described what happened with Ian's accomplice, Emma's interest in the poor boy. Elsa found herself smiling; Emma's kind compassionate nature was one of her favorite things about her friend. Of course she would take an interest in someone like Jeremiah and want to help. Everything seemed well until the postscript.

Killian's just been to see me. He and Emma had a rather unpleasant sounding encounter with her parents. More precisely her father. It seems he has some objections to their relationship and has invited several princes to the castle to vie for her affections. According to Killian, Emma is quite irate about it, but they have found some sort of compromise. As much as it pains me to be apart from you, I need to be here for my brother. I hope you can forgive me, Elsa. I love you, more than words can express. I will be with you, as soon as I am able. Liam

Elsa swallowed, fighting the lump in her throat. She understood completely; she would do the same thing if Anna needed her. Still, it hurt knowing it would be probably be months now before her Captain could return to her.

Her winter wonderland didn't feel so joyful anymore. Sniffing, she rolled up the scroll and tucked into a pocket of her gown. After returning the lake and its environs to their original state, she untethered her horse. She thought briefly of going home, but she changed her mind, galloping off in the direction of her ice palace instead. She needed to be alone for while.

Looking out from the high cliff gave her perspective, eased her aching heart. She'd had so little time with Liam before his departure; it was all her fault. Her fears had kept them apart. She couldn't help but feel a little jealous of Anna; she surely was telling her love how she felt right now. Even Emma had Killian with her, despite their latest hurdle. Was this her punishment for pushing Liam away until it was almost too late? She couldn't beg him to return to her, despite her heartache at missing him. His love and care for his brother was one of the things she loved and admired about him. It would be supremely selfish of her to demand he come back to her.

She wandered the palace, fixing the broken pieces from her battle with Hans; she could at least make it pristine for Liam's eventual visit. And he would visit. She had to keep believing that. It took her until nearly sunset to fix all the damage but it felt good to be doing something useful. When she was finished, she got one of the snacks Anna had packed, appeasing her rumbling belly.

As she ate, she noticed a black speck in the sky, gradually getting larger and headed in her direction. Elsa's palm flickered with magic, in case she needed to defend herself. But it turned out to be another bird, bearing yet another letter. It was from Emma. Elsa broke the seal with eager fingers, curious on Emma's take on her situation.

Elsa,

We arrived home this morning. I was excited and nervous at the same time, eager to introduce Killian to my parents. Unfortunately, it didn't go as well as either of us hoped. We walked in on Mama and Papa arguing, about me and Killian. Killian had said all along that he had a bad feeling and I should have listened to him! It was awful. Papa's hurt and angry; Killian thinks he doesn't like him.

However, it's even worse than that! Papa says they meant to surprise me by organizing a ball for my twenty first birthday. A coming out ball, like they used to have before the Evil Queen reigned. Have you ever heard of such a thing?Did your mother mention it? Did she have one? Mama missed hers, obviously. She tried to explain the history behind it, the idea of forging ties between the various kingdoms, which would be fine if Papa wasn't using it as a reason for me to renounce Killian. Which I absolutely will not do. I don't know why he doesn't trust my judgment and it hurts.

Some of my would be suitors are already here, so Killian and I have struck a compromise. Honestly, Killian's being so selfless through this; I don't know how he does it. I'm so angry on his behalf, he doesn't deserve this. But we'll play our parts, on the condition that Papa announces our engagement at the ball. I'm not letting this go on any longer than it must. If I can wear Papa down sooner, I will. Killian's more than proved himself; I don't know what else Papa could want from him! He's kind and honorable and courteous and handsome. Any woman would be lucky to have him as a husband, not that I need to explain this to you. You love Liam just as fiercely as I do Killian.

Liam misses you terribly. So do I. So does Killian. I wish you were here, so I could tell you all this in person. This would be so much easier to bear if I had my best friend with me. Mama sends her love to you and Anna. Say hello to her and Kristoff for us.

Emma

Elsa's heart broke for her dearest friend. She could only imagine the anguish Emma was experiencing; Elsa's parents would never get to meet Liam. She hoped they would have accepted her choice though, without any of this nonsense. She'd only ever known King David to be a kindly uncle figure; was he truly this angry at Emma finding love? She didn't see how that could be. Emma only ever had loving words for her father; in fact, Elsa had once envied how close they were. She'd never had that kind of relationship with her own father, even before Anna's accident.

Elsa wanted to do something; she couldn't just sit in her castle and do nothing while her family was going through something like this. But what? She looked at Emma's letter again. I wish you were here. Could she do it? Could she leave Arendelle, get on a ship and sail to Misthaven? She was the Queen; technically, it was possible. Arendelle had a small Navy of its own, one she intended to put Liam in charge of after they were married. It was the perfect role for him, something she'd been giving a lot of thought to after he left.

But what would her Council say? And who would rule in her stead? Her letters were several days old; even if she left on the morrow, it would take her two weeks to get there. However, rereading the longing for her Captain and the need of her friend...Elsa couldn't turn her back on them. Emma would be her sister one day soon and Elsa looked after her sisters.

One way or another, she would find a way.


Emma shut the door to her room, locking it firmly behind her. She'd spent much of the day in the company of her suitors and it was exhausting. Only a few days and she was ready to scream. Even worse, Killian had to spend the day out on the Jewel, preparing her for winter quarters. Emma felt like she should be rejoicing about that, because it meant that he could stay with her through at least the winter. She'd been fantasizing a winter wedding. However, it was obvious that her father was using Killian's duties as an excuse to get her to spend time with the princes who had come to court her.

She didn't know how much fake flattery she could take.

Or perhaps it simply sounded fake because Killian was always so sincere. She knew now what the real thing looked like.

Emma headed for her bedroom, uncoiling her hair from its braid. In the days since her arrival, she'd been using her maids less and less, preferring to be alone. They mostly came in to clean after she (and Killian) had left for the day. Emma was dressing herself now; she liked the independence she'd experienced in Arendelle.

She sat at her vanity and began to brush out her long hair; it soothed her when she was stressed. She tried not to look at the hidden door too much; she had no idea how long it would take Killian to join her. He was probably still with Liam. Once her hair was brushed out, she stripped off her gown and chemise, changing into one of Killian's old linen shirts. She kept it hidden in a compartment of her vanity, one not even her maids knew about. Thus attired she crawled into bed, sighing at the feel of the clean satin sheets on her skin. All she was missing was her handsome lover.

Killian trudged wearily up the spiraling staircase, already stripped down to his shirt, trousers and boots. He'd worked hard, lifting and carrying, hauling lines, climbing. He'd worked as hard as any member of the crew while hiding his frustration at missing Emma. The bloody ambassador from the Southern Isles could be there any day and he was stuck on the Jewel while Emma was subjected to the fawning of her admirers. He needed to be at her side, ready to corroborate her story, should the ambassador come calling.

His muscles ached, his head throbbed slightly. He was starving too. Gently, so as not to startle her, Killian pushed the hidden door open and stepped inside. "Love?"

"Right here."

Killian swallowed, Adam's apple bobbing at the sight of her. She was gorgeous lying in the royal blue sheets, her golden hair fanned out on the pillow, skin pale where not covered by his shirt. Her eyes were half lidded and heavy, lips pouting and begging to be kissed. "You are a vision, darling."

She rolled onto her side, her pout turning into a frown. "You look worn out."

He closed the door behind him, then started tugging off his boots. "Long day, lass."

"Can I help?"

"Just having you here helps, love." He stripped off his pants and underclothes, quickly joining her in the bed. Emma greeted him with a sweet tender kiss, which made everything better. "Did you miss me?"

She nodded. "More than I can say." She traced his features. "Hungry?"

"Starved actually."

Emma waved her hand and a bowl of fruit appeared between them. "I had my maids leave some things from the kitchen, just in case."

"Have I told you that I love you today?"

She grinned. No matter how often he told her, she never got tired of hearing it. "Maybe."

Killian slid his fingers into her hair, urging her lips to his. This kiss carried a little more passion, which suited them just fine. Emma cupped his scruffy cheek, calmer now that he was here in their bed where he belonged. When they came up for air, Emma snatched a bunch of grapes, feeding him some while stealing a few for herself. "How is the Jewel?"

"Squared away," he replied, turning an apple over in his hand. "Hard work but complete."

"That's good." She gave him more grapes and asked after the crew. They chatted about that for a while, giving Killian the chance to eat. She could see how exhausted he was, exhausted but pleased to have done his job well. Just another thing she loved about him.

"Liam asked after you," Killian said. "I think he's curious if you've heard from Elsa."

"Not yet," she said with a sigh. A wave of her hand sent the bowl over to her vanity to be dealt with in the morning. "But it's only been a few days. How is he doing?"

"About the same. I'm grateful he's staying, but I feel guilty too."

Emma hugged him close. She felt guilty for keeping the lovers apart as well. It wasn't fair. "We should do something, the three of us. I've hardly seen Liam since we arrived home." She liked her future brother in law; they had some good times on the Jewel, sharing meals, playing cards or just talking.

"That's because you've been busy with your admirers," Killian teased. He could tease because after spending even a short amount of time in their company, they were no threat to him. There were a couple who looked down at him for even being there, but he didn't care about that. It would be silly to when Emma was barely covered with him in their bed.

She huffed. "Not by choice. You know, I don't think half of them even want to be here."

That cheered him. "What about the other half?"

Emma groaned. "Trying way too hard. If I didn't know better, you'd think Captain Elling was the one trying to court me and not Andrew!"

Killian groaned. "What's that blowhard done now?" Killian's low opinion of Elling had not improved; the man still looked down his nose at Killian and the obvious closeness between he and his princess.

"He keeps going on and on about his hunting trips with Andrew, like I'm supposed to care. It's the most boring thing I've ever heard."

"Hunting? Let's hope he never meets Kristoff."

Emma laughed. "Or Sven." She noticed Killian wince as he laughed. "Sore?"

"It's nothing." He pulled her close, silencing her with a heartfelt kiss. Warmth spread all the way to her toes, but she wouldn't be distracted that easily.

"Would a massage help?"

"Hmm, that would be heavenly."

She smiled at him and scooted so he could roll over onto his belly. He yanked his shirt over his head and tossed it aside, leaving him entirely nude. Emma smiled to herself as he settled in, the muscles in his back flexing. Still, she controlled herself, determined to help him relax. She started with his calves, pressing firmly, kneading his flesh. Killian groaned loudly, clutching the pillow under his head. "Feel good?"

"That's perfect, sweetheart."

Emma knelt between his legs, massaging, working her up his body. His little groans and sighs, she knew they weren't intentionally erotic, but did things to her all the same. Before she started on his lower back, she gave his ass a playful smack, earning her a low dangerous growl. "Don't start things you can't finish, princess."

"Who says I can't," she countered, straddling his thighs. She peeled off her borrowed shirt, smiling as his breathing hitched. "Now relax so I can finish."

Killian closed his eyes, hoping to avoid temptation. Knowing she was naked just made it that much more difficult. His brief glimpse was seared into his eyelids, her blonde tresses resting over her breasts, pink nipples peeking out. Her sure hands skimmed over his back, lightly at first, then harder, slowly, slowly working out the knots and soreness. He moaned into the pillow, torn between relaxing into her touch and being aroused by it. Every little twitch of his body rubbed him against the soft satin, cock swelling. "Emma...Emma...Emma," he whimpered, hips rocking into the mattress.

"Shhh," she whispered, feeling her own arousal build. She really had just wanted to make him feel better, but she couldn't resist him. "Almost done." She gently lowered his arms so she could massage his shoulders. "Hmm, so many knots."

"Love...ugh, feels amazing."

Emma bent down, pressing a kiss to his neck. "Yeah?"

"Aye, but I know what would feel even better."

"What's that?" she asked, her breath hot in his ear. Her nipples grazed his back and she had to bite back a moan.

"Why don't you let me up and find out?"

She shivered, nuzzling his neck. She didn't let him up, instead she blatantly rubbed herself against his body, biting her lip as her nipples tightened. "I just want to make you feel better."

"You did," he assured her. He felt fantastic, touched by her desire to care for his aches, for him. "Now let me make love to my princess."

Emma hummed in agreement, sliding off him, meeting him as he turned on his side. He captured her lips in a kiss, pulling her flush with his chest. Her hands pushed into his hair, nails scratching his scalp. It sent pleasant shivers down his spine, fueling his desire for her. Kisses got sloppy, needy, Killian's rough hands gliding over her skin. "Killian..."

"I know, love, I know." She was so responsive for him, skin flushed pink, her hands exploring him just as eagerly. He lowered his head, licking a puckered nipple, then sucking it between his lips. She gasped and arched, one hand brushing his cock. She fumbled a little but grasped him, stroking him as he licked and sucked on her breasts. Her core was wet and aching, hungry for him. So she pushed him back onto his back and straddled his hips.

"Taking too long," she whined, guiding him to her. She raised her hips, shivering as his hands slid up her thighs. She sank down, sighing in relief. "Oh yes."

Killian groaned, drinking her in as she rode him slowly. She moved gracefully, hair wild from his hands, lips parted and swollen from his kisses. He stroked her thighs, hips, belly, breasts, everywhere he could reach, content to let her take her pleasure. She guided his hand to where they were joined and together they touched her, circling her clit, her breathing hitching. "Stunning," he murmured, pushing his hips up, just a little. "So beautiful, darling."

"So good, Killian." She bit her lip, a moan caught in her throat. "So big inside me, fuck."

Killian groaned, hearing her talk dirty drove him crazy. "Come for me, Emma," he growled. "Let me feel you." He flicked her clit faster, other hand on her hip, urging her to move faster. She began to tremble, shake, hand wildly reaching for his, gripping it tightly as she climaxed, waves of pleasure rippling through her. Killian pushed through it, not ready to follow her, wanting to stay inside her tight sheath for as long as possible.

Whimpers tumbled from her lips as he flipped them, slipping from her momentarily, then pushing back in forcefully. Emma keened, gripping his shoulders, lips pressing against whatever skin she could reach. "Don't stop," she breathed. "Fuck, don't stop."

Killian groaned, slowing his hard thrusts, intent on getting her off again. They kissed, a duel of tongues and lips and teeth, the passion flowing freely between them. Emma reached down, squeezing his ass, urging him on. She could feel another high building, Killian braced above her, abs flexing as he fucked her. Emma arched her back, hitching her leg up, taking him so deep he bottomed out. They both cursed, their mutual highs so, so close. Emma screamed, clawing at his back, coming again. Killian grunted, her walls gripping his cock. One, two more thrusts and he gasped her name, forehead falling to her shoulder. He rocked into her until he was spent, collapsing on top of her. Emma panted hard, but held him close, relishing his weight.

Killian regained his wits, rolling them onto their sides. He kissed her briefly, whispering how much he loved her. They held each other until their hearts slowed down, exchanging soft loving touches.

"I missed you today," she said softly.

"I missed you too." He pushed her hair back gently, fingertips tracing her features.

She hugged him close. "This is all I want. You're all I want."

He rubbed her back, kissing her forehead. "You're all I want too, Emma."

She tugged the coverlet over them, content in his arms. "Sleepy now."

He chuckled. "Rest, love. I'm right here." These days were finite, where they had to tiptoe around their feelings in public, hide how intimate they were. In a few short weeks these days would be over and they could finally be happy. Truly happy. Until then, he would do whatever he could to ease her mind. Take care of her as much as she would allow. He held on until her breathing evened out, then followed her into the oblivion of sleep.