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My life has been reeeeeeeally crazy. Writing this fic has been relegated to a very low spot of my to do list, unfortunately. After this one, only one more!

This is supposedly the time my heart heals and is able to stand on its own two feet, who knows.

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Chapter 9

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His stomach froze, waiting for all the disdain he knew it was coming his way. Her heart ached by watching the expression he was making, the face of someone that was getting himself ready to the worst beating he had ever experienced.

"Hans, it's ok. I won't push you away. I don't want to hurt you." Elsa was the first to speak, raising her hands in a manner to show that she meant no harm, getting closer to him, then she continued, tears falling down her eyes, slowly: "It pains me to see you this way."

His eyes searched for hers, incredulous, as if asking "where's the catch?" and he managed to voice out some words:

"Wh – … How? How aren't you … After all I've said … You do know that my plan was to seduce you and acquire your crown, your body would be a bonus. I didn't want your heart! That's just how vicious I am!" He spewed the words with anger, gritting his teeth.

"Is that what you truly think? How you truly feel?" Elsa started, then she looked at his bounds and undid the ice that was holding him still in the bed, leaving just the cloth around his wrists. She continued speaking:

"You're free to go, Hans, but I ask this of you: please, search your heart. What do you really want? Is it to 'win', to not be bound by any of those 'weaknesses' you speak of or something else? Do you remember what you've told me the first time we were in the study and you've told me –"

"I've told you I wanted to belong." He finished her sentence, lowering his head. Sure, that was what he said before, but it didn't mean he could actually feel like that. If he were being true to himself, he'd admit that he was afraid, very afraid that he had ruined everything with her, that he was stupid enough to allow himself to fall in love with her, that even if she would want him, he'd ruin everything and whatever she was showing him now would only turn into resentment and bitterness.

"But I feel that … if it's the real me … you won't be able to accept me, no one has ever loved me after all and it was just a silly wish to begin with."

She cupped his face, making him look into her eyes and said:

"Then let me love you, Hans! I don't have an answer for everything, but I do know what my heart tells me and it's screaming that I love you and that I understand what you feel. It's as if I'm feeling it too, right now. Because of my past I do know what it is to not fit in, to feel like you'll never be good enough. I understand what is to not be able to belong at all. Once I thought I'd find this feeling by creating a fortress of solitude for myself – somewhere no one would demand me to be someone else – but I was wrong! Even if I ran away, I'd still take everything of me. There's no running away from who you truly are, but there's working on your issues to be a better version. It requires a lot of courage, because it hurts a lot to look at our shadows, at the worst we can be. But it's all a possibility and it gets real or not at every choice we make. You taught me that at the mountains, whether it was your intention or not. You know, it's because of you that I didn't become a murderer, a true monster."

"You do know I only said those words to make you more amicable." He retorted, his eyes defying hers.

"To me it was a wakeup call and I have a feeling that those words came from a knowledgeable point of view."

He lowered his eyes and snickered, replying:

"Very perceptive of you, Your Majesty. I despised all the violence perpetrated by my brothers and my father, but to come here to Arendelle I had to become one of them, just another monster, doing my father's bidding, threatening, beating, torturing. Everything that I feared so much from them and rejected, I was the one doing it, I was no different from them, but I … I don't know I also didn't want you to experience the same, to think of yourself as a monster. I don't know why I cared if my plan was to … was to kill you."

At the word "kill" he locked his eyes on hers and continuing with spite:

"You know what? My initial plan was to kill you after I had married Anna – because you were just too prone to reject the very idea of marriage, even if it does constitute a monarch's duty. Sure, I'd make sure it would be an "accident" and that you wouldn't hurt much, because I'm still not ok with unnecessary violence and suffering …"

He lowered his gaze, making a small pause, his mouth trying to form words without success under her intent observation, until he finally managed to say:

"… and then … you were so vulnerable and trusting in that prison cell and I still wanted you, the great prize in every sense." He huffed and covered his eyes with his hands, adding:

"Do you see now? How despicable I am? The first option was to woo you and it failed. Then it was Anna plus killing you. To my surprise, you were right on the palm of my hands and it was just too alluring to not try to seduce you, which worked all too well, more than it was supposed to."

He let his hands fall from his eyes, which were getting covered with unshed tears and continued:

"From an objective viewpoint I'm not good for you. From this unsufferable weakness that is growing in my heart, I didn't want you to be with me because I'm rotten. I know I'll hurt you and that's the last thing that I want to happen – which is very crazy, considering what were my intentions just a view days ago. So let me go, I'm too broken and putrid inside to give you the love you deserve."

"I … I don't want to. I … I also don't know if I can give you the love you deserve, nor can I guarantee your safety beside me – I mean I can literally kill you with a flash of my hands and my changing emotions. I still fear that being around me isn't safe and maybe I'll take this fear with me for all of my life. And I'm disturbed by what you said about me having an accident, but at the same time I feel like if I let you go now I'll regret this decision for the rest of my life." She undid the knot of the cloth around his hands and held them, searching for an understanding in his eyes and continued:

"Maybe, right now, we're bad for each other." He tried to interrupt her and say she was not bad, but she maintained her speech:

"But that doesn't mean we can't be good. Not other's idea of a 'good girl or queen' or a 'good son', but ours. You've said that the last thing that you want now is to see me hurting and I feel the same, it's also very weird to me how it all happened in such a short time, but if this isn't love I don't know what it is."

"So stay, I want you to stay." She pleaded him, squeezing his hands and he noticed they weren't cold as per usual. It wasn't exactly as if her hands radiated a warmth – maybe that was physically impossible – but that was the closest sensation he could use to describe how it felt and how her eyes reflected that and he just wanted to say "yes".

He was tired, oh so tired, of scraping little bits of happiness in his life, but at the same time very scared that this promise of an entire wave of it could very much drown him or worse, her, in a whirlpool of shame, inadequacy and sadness. But she was right, if he didn't take this chance right now he'd probably regret it for the rest of his life, always wondering what could have been if only he had been brave enough to go into the unknown with her.

"I'll stay." He whispered, closing his eyes and finally letting the tears fall down his cheeks.

She kissed the right tear and then the left one, reaching for his lips in a sweet and chaste manner. He allowed to be dragged on her pace, taking his time to appreciate every touch, smell and reaction of her.

When she removed her lips from his, then undid her dress with magic and spoke softly:

"Take me."

"Elsa … are you sure? There is no coming back after this."

"Hans, this is what I want. Do you want it too?"

He nodded his head, but his eyes were still questioning her words and actions.

"I held back because I still wanted to be a good girl, a good Queen, but it was for the others, not for me. So I'm being honest with myself here and with you, the one whose opinion actually matter because you're the one I've chosen to make love to. What's the worse that can happen? I am the Queen, they're my subjects, not my jailers."

"Ok, but what if you get pregnant?"

"We'll be cautious." She replied, kissing the crook of his neck.

He was about to reply something along the lines of people still getting pregnant with what he assumed she meant by cautious, but then he realized that he was too denying his own wishes, hers too, because he also wanted to be good. Damn it, for someone who called himself so wicked, his need of approval was way too high. Sure, there was the matter of bringing a child to this world by unmarried (or hastily married) parents, but if that was the case, then it was fate and he was tired of trying to control it all only to have things blown up on his face.

At last, if he was being honest to himself, that was what he wanted the most: make love to her, have her accepting him, his love, his body, his desires, him.

He grabbed the back of her braided hair, turning her head upwards and kissed her messily, lowering his hands to fondle her breasts. She got closer to him, sitting on his lap as their tongues intertwined and danced between their mouths.

The two were in a frenzied state, trying to get rid of his clothes with quick movements that would never be fast enough to satiate the thirst for each other's touch, skin on skin. But it would do, as there was no need to rush every little thing, because they had time, all the time necessary to bare themselves in every way to one another.

When they finally discarded his clothes and stared at one another, he asked again:

"Are you sure? The first time is painful."

"Hans … I'm not something fragile that'll break at any moment. I know that you care about me and if I believe that I can't go on I'll tell you, but please, don't make me beg."

"Not a bad idea." He chuckled.

"Jerk." She replied smiling and kissing him again.

As much as he wanted to keep embracing her so closely, he had to make sure she'd be ready to take him, so he lowered down their bodies and murmured at her ear that he wanted to lick her first. He gave a quick suckle at her nipples while his head descended to her core. It didn't take much longer for him to reach her sex, spreading her major labia and giving him a better view of her entrance.

There was some moisture already and he could see her vagina clenching with anticipation of the pleasure that was to come. He smiled and licked her cunt first, making her shiver, then he traced the outer parts of her sex, wetting his thumb to tease her clit.

Their eyes met and this time she didn't look away. Now her eyes held a lusty and clouded gaze, her mouth opened, letting her moans echo around the room, and this time there is no smile of mischief on his lips, only an adoration for the woman in front of him.

He returned his full attention to her sex, inserting his tongue and finding the hard mass inside, sucking and tapping at her sweet spots while his finger worked on her clit.

She moaned loudly, it sounded like music to his ears and it only drove him to increase the pressure and speed he was currently using to pleasure her. He had to hold her hips down, adoring the reaction he managed to get out of her. At the same time, he was as hard as a rock, his member throbbing with every sensorial information he was getting from her.

After a while, Elsa told him, out of breath:

"Hans … ah … that's enough … I want you inside … now"

He got on his knees and pulled her to his lap. He wanted her close, as close as they could possibly be. She lowered her hips, positioning his dick at her entrance, feeling the heat and wetness of his hard-on, while he held her butt.

Then they gazed into each other's eyes as if expecting a silent approval from the other and receiving it immediately along with an undeniable need to seal their lips together and fuse every inch of their bodies, as they did.

When Hans's manhood breached Elsa's hymen she yelped in pain he comforted her with several small kisses, telling how beautiful she was, how lucky he was for being the man she had chosen even if he still felt unworthy, he bit at her earlobe while reaching for her clit to stimulate her as she got used to the pain.

After a little while, Elsa started rocking her hips, testing where it felt less painful and started to actually feel good, while Hans administered sexual caresses wherever his skin could reach hers.

"Can I … hmmm … go on?" He asked, making sure she wasn't uncomfortable and she nodded as he started moving his hips. Hans made sure to kiss her a lot, at every move he made his mouth was on top of some part of Elsa, either her mouth, her shoulders, her neck, her ears, just because he couldn't take it not being able to taste her fully, with every possible physical sensation he had, making his skin the main mean for it, especially where their bodies joined together as one.

They progressively increased the pace of their hips, Elsa's pain bearable as the pleasure started building up.

They moved in tandem, kissing, finding out what pleased them, coursing their hands through the other, exploring their pleasure together. It was sweet and hot at the same time, well, it was an addictive feeling, the heat of their bodies melting together, the warm sensation on their chest, everything made them want that those moments could last forever. Only two people in love strengthening their bond by giving in to their irresistible desires of belonging to one another.

"It feels good … ahhn … I think I'm about to –" Elsa began and Hans replied right after sucking one of her nipples:

"Me too, Elsa, me too!" As he said, the prince laid his queen down, on top of the mattress (receiving a meek protest) and begun pumping harder against her, very aware that he had to finish outside or else they would be royally screwed with a royal baby on the way.

"I love you, Elsa … ahhhh … this feels so good."

"Me too, Hans! I love you too!" She said as she caressed his cheek in a loving way.

And he could actually believe her, even more, he could feel the truth of her feelings as he connected with her in a way that he had never connected with anyone else (no, only physical connection as sex wasn't enough to begin to explain his current feeling). He rested his forehead against hers as he was reaching the peak of his pleasure, listening to her delightful voice as she already arrived at her own orgasm, and that was the clue for him to pull his member out and let the wave of his climax flow on top of her belly, painting it with his seed.

They kept their eyes closed as the final shocks of pleasure left their bodies, but their foreheads were still touching while she messed up with his hair.

"We should have done this before. Definitely!" Elsa exclaimed.

Hans smiled, still very much entangled between her legs and replied:

"Whatever my Queen wishes of me."

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