Elsa stood behind Hans, taking notes. He wasn't... stupid. Just arrogant.
Whenever he made a slip in his policies, she would (gently) encourage a ratification. Even if he did not listen to her, she would simply jot down what she knew was best. It wasn't much in the way of control, but...
"Master," She said.
"Hmmm...?" Hans wasn't in much of a playful mood today. According to him, Baragor was dead, but on the off-chance he was alive, they needed a contingency plan.
"I need something..." She gripped her pen tighter in her hand. Saying something like that around someone like him was like poking a tiger with a meat-stick. It was just tempting him. Hopefully, his desire was somewhat cooled since he was worried about the possibility of invasion.
Slowly, a huge grin spread across his face, showing the sharp tips of his teeth. Elsa swallowed hard.
"Oooooh... Please, enlighten me. What could I possibly do for you. You are... my top priority," He purred. Technically, that was true. At the top of the list was 'Queen Elsa' and at the bottom, he had made her write, 'problems Jo has'. It had been a long list.
"I... was hoping that... since I'm your executive assistant and all that... we could... you could give me some power."
His eyes flashed dangerously, "I assume this has something to do with the upcoming Spring Dance?"
She nodded. It was an Arrendelle tradition dating back centuries. The fact that Hans was aware of it was no huge surprise. The fact that he knew what she wanted was not so surprising either. Westerguards had a way of getting into people's heads.
"Have a seat, and we'll talk," He said. She looked around his bedroom. Hans enjoyed having meetings here. He insisted they were much more efficient. Elsa worked much quicker since she was so nervous to spend a great deal of time here.
"Um..." He occupied the only chair in the room. The only other option was the bed, "No thanks. It seems a bit too forward, don't you think?"
"I gave you an order, Jo," He smirked, "I just want you comfortable."
She tried sitting at the edge of his desk, which was still way, way too close.
"Master, oooo!"
He grabbed her by her waist and set her in his lap, "...you didn't look very comfortable there," He smirked. She sat rigidly, his hands like vises on her hips. After a second, she relaxed, confident that he wouldn't take it too far. Every time she stalled, he got more aggressive. Now it was time to start making progress on her side of the game.
"I want you to order the staff under me," She blushed as he leaned closely, chuckling in her ear.
"Under you, eh?"
She ordered herself to focus on the problem at hand, "I want to run it this year. Anna always loved the dance. But she didn't go for years because... she was outside my room... seeing if I could go."
Hans stopped stroking her, and giving her ghostly kisses, "You really do miss her, don't you?"
An image of Anna, all alone and starving- freezing in her cell lit through Elsa's mind, "...yes."
Hans nodded, "This is acceptable. I will inform Gerda," He then went back to work on her, stroking his hands up and down in a smooth fashion, "...is there anything else you need," He paused, and used her real name, "Elsa?"
"No, Master," She got up and ran from the room, three shades of red. The ex-queen barreled into the kitchen and immediately set her staff to work.
It had been more than a year since her coronation. Almost more than a year since her sister's mysterious disappearance. She was getting used to life kicking her while she was down. Still, she was allowed some power, so she immediately took advantage of it, giving out orders and organizing the celebration. The staff set to work except for...
"Who do you think you are?" Elsa turned to find a woman by the name of Ilyana glaring at her. The girl continued, "You're not my boss. You're just my boss' whore."
Elsa glared. Partially out of anger, partially out of guilt. It seems like the only reason Hans gave her anything was...
"I'm still in charge," Elsa said, letting some anger into her voice, "If you have a problem, you can take it to the Protector himself, and we'll see how he treats you."
The girl went silent. Elsa had won, but she still felt the sting of Ilyana's words. She kept telling herself she was just doing what she could to survive, but really, wasn't she just making excuses...?
