Elsa kept moving and moving and moving... It was agony. She felt so drained. Like she'd been fighting and walked forever!
She was exhausted. Even after sleeping for so long, resting against the warm, firm chest of... oh, mmm...
"Hans..."
...where had that come from? He was a wicked, snide, contemptuous, little man who was barely a prince. He was stupid. He was nasty. And... kind of good-looking, yes. But who cared about that when he was so busy trying to kill her!?
Her train of thought distracted her from her footing, and the queen slipped.
"AH!" She bit her lip trying to keep quiet. Now her lips, feet, and ribs ached. No doubt Hans heard that with his hearing. The man was like part wolf. He liked hunting her down and...
and... killing and... hurting her feelings! Yes! He was bad!
He as the reason everything went so wrong! Without him the Black Spot Pirates wouldn't have targeted Arrendelle... although, they still would have had Anna...
It didn't matter anyways. Hans was evil. All he cared about was himself. She had thousands of citizens to look after, a country that needed her help and guidance. She was their queen, regardless of what the international community may feel.
Elsa paused to catch her breath. How did that villainous, surprising fit, wicked, Hans do it? He hit the snow just like her, he'd been denied food and rest, just like her, yet he had the strength and perseverance to keep going carrying her no less! Biology was soooo unfair. Just because she was smaller than him, and had less muscle, and less testosterone to fuel her desires... grrr... He had spent a long time walking, and only recently did he give up and lay down, once he finished everything he wanted to do. Unfortunately, she felt the need to rest pretty constantly. She couldn't just march for hours and hours on end like he did.
What if Hans was the royal-carrier? But instead of carrying parcels for the queen, he carried the actual queen!?
Elsa laughed at the image. Then she abruptly stopped when her breathing hurt.
Wow, that really, really hurt.
Not much choice left in the matter then. It was time to break out the big guns. Elsa had unfrozen the world... about the time when Hans had picked her up and started carrying her around. Wow, weird.
She felt a blush come on.
There was so much about him she couldn't stand; his anger, his fear... that was it. How he withdrew himself from her. It... was annoying. But wasn't that exactly what she'd done? Withdraw herself? How could she judge him for doing the same thing? And his eyes...
"I cannot waste one more second thinking about that man!" She grit out determined. She had duties to attend to, namely, saving her people.
Elsa took a second to breath. Once the pain in her ribs stopped aching, she started walking again. At least she didn't have to deal with that duplicitous worm anymore... you know, the one she promised not to think about anymore? He'd be taunting her by now, torturing her...
"What's your plan once you reach Arrendelle?" She questioned in a mock of his voice, "I'll save my people!" She answered herself. But then, his voice returned to her head, "Oh...? Nice plan. Should work for, oooooh... six seconds? Then what?"
"Then I'll grab my sister, and kick Baragor out!"
"And if he doesn't want to leave?"
Hans had a good point. Well, if he was here. Elsa just wanted to get back home. Finally, she made it to the edge of town. Taking a breath to strengthen herself, the young queen took one step-
Just to be grabbed backwards, and thrown into the snow.
Oh, biology was so unfair!
"HANS?!" She screeched.
"Hello, my queen..." He hissed. His eyes were mad, "Did you miss me?! Huh?!"
"...no," She glared up at him. He knelt until he was straddling her, "Um... I don't think you've got a plan now, do you?"
Hans opened his mouth, then shut it. After waiting a moment, he spoke, "And do you always talk to yourself?"
She looked left and blushed heavily, "What do you want?"
"To kill you, slowly."
"Then do it," She said, with dead seriousness.
He smiled, "Okay..." The prince grabbed her by the arms, and threw her unceremoniously over his shoulder, "Once I get you back into town, that is!"
She grumbled, and welled up enough strength to right herself, "No!"
The stunning queen threw herself back down on the ground, landing roughly on her back, "If you're going to do me, do me right here, right now!"
"...uuuuuuuh..." He stuttered. His eyebrows flew upward as his entire face heated.
She blushed, "Do me in, not, in me, do... me... uh..."
"Right! Right! That's what I thought you meant-!" He blushed.
"Yeah, that's why I said it- not that I didn't say it. Just, we know how we got here..."
"No, I totally get it," He stuttered, "I mean, I'm here to kill you, you know?"
"I figured, yeah."
"Yeeeaaah..."
"...Hans?"
"Yes?"
"I'm not dead yet," She said with no humor in her voice.
"Well," Hans said, feeling somewhat bashful, "I..."
"Are you experiencing some... lack of masculinity right now?" She said, bitingly. Even without moving the queen was giving him endless amounts of trouble.
"No!" He intoned, "Could you hold on a second?"
Her eyes bulged. She huffed, "What? Am I not your chiefest desire?!"
"I have desired you more than anything! I'm just... trying to decide how to take you!"
"Excuse me?!" She paled, eyes going wide, "There's more than just-?!"
"Suffocation?"
She glared at him.
He nodded, "Oh yeah," He sat back, pinning her legs, "I could crush your throat..."
"That's still suffocation!" The young queen criticized.
"So you don't want strangulation? I could, you know, bash your head in?"
Elsa made a face, "Ew."
"I'm just saying, we could experiment. I've got lots of ideas- believe me, I've fantasized of this moment far, far too often to want to end this hastily."
Elsa grumbled, too tired to argue, and she had no doubt he had imagined killing her many, many, many times. At this point, she would almost welcome death. The two sat there. Then, she noticed something... weird. Maybe Hans wasn't doing so well after all... She waved a hand in front of his face. No effect.
She shoved him backwards. He leaned back, eyes going blank. Then he collapsed on top of her, unconscious. His weight pinned her down pretty well. Had he been sleep-walking or something? Was she so deeply into his mind that he had living dreams/nightmares about her?
Feeling weak herself, Elsa let his warmth comfort her, and rested her eyes, if only a second...
And so, against all odds, the prince and queen actually DID end up sleeping together.
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