Written for Helsa Week 2021, Day 4: Post Frozen 2. Enjoy this last chapter, everyone!
Elsa woke up to the sound of birds chirping and her lover's steady heartbeat. She realised that they were as bare as the day they were born, with no clothing to shield their bodies from the morning breeze, but something about the warmth radiating from his bare body made her feel comfortable, and she snuggled deeper and pecked the exposed skin of his collarbone. Scanning the surrounding, she realised that they were no longer out in the open. She gushed, knowing that Hans must have carried her there.
It was a secret spot they accidentally discovered a few months prior; a small cavern near the waterfall, in which the entrance was hidden by raspberry bushes. They had spent some time there before, when their romantic picnic was cut short thanks to a heavy downpour, and they had marked the place as theirs ever since.
Her lips curved into a smile at the memory from the night before. It certainly was a pleasant escapade, one she didn't expect to end with a passionate lovemaking. Then again, with Hans, everything she did, when it was just the two of them, mostly ended up in the most unexpected ways. He was a man full of surprises, and she was willing (or did she even have a choice or say?) to comply. Well, she certainly wouldn't mind.
Looking up, Elsa watched how relaxed her fiancé looked in his sleep. Pressing her lips against his jaw, she thought it would be enough to wake him up. Much to her dismay he remained asleep. She sighed. They needed to get going, before Yelana or anyone from the village noticed that they were nowhere to be seen.
The Snow Queen frowned. Perhaps she should get up first and put on some clothes, before she woke Hans up. Trying to move from his embrace, her knee accidentally nudged something hard, and she froze upon hearing a soft groan from beside her. She looked down, noticing the reason why almost immediately. Biting her lower lip, Elsa tried to suppress a grin, as she thought of a mischievous plan.
Her hand that was resting on his chest began to slide down gently, fingertips trailing over his skin, marking the path with a thin layer of frost. The whole time, she paid a close attention to his face, how his lips parted, brows knitted, and when she found his half erected member, he drew in a sharp breath. Stroking his length with a thumb, her smile grew wider, amused that upon her movement, the Admiral had yet to wake up.
He was warm and throbbing within her grasp, encouraging her to circle his prick and slowly move up towards the tip. Feeling him grow harder underneath her touch, the former queen gave the base a gentle massage, using her magic to coat his member with frosts.
"Elsa."
Hips bucking, Hans moaned her name. She felt herself grew warm with want at the sound of his voice, and she rubbed her thighs together, trying to ease the dull throbbing. But instead of stopping and giving herself an equal attention, Elsa squeezed him and set up a pace, fondling and massaging him just how he liked it. She pressed her lips above his collarbone, nibbling and suckling the skin there, making sure to leave a tattoo kiss. His free hand flew to wrap around her own, attempting to tame her movement, and she eventually complied and stopped.
He was panting underneath her, cheeks flushing and brows furrowed. But his lips curved into a small smile, as he glanced at her with half lidded eyes.
"Good morning, love," Elsa murmured.
The former queen grinned and leaned in to kiss him on the lips, in which the gesture was very much welcomed. He cupped her jaw and deepened the kiss, savouring her taste. Pulling away, he pecked her jaw, scattering kisses all the way down to that certain spot above her beating heart.
"Hmm, morning, what a way to start my day, Kaere."
Hans hummed against her milky skin, hands finding her waist and gently pushing her to lay on her back. The blonde spirit cradled his jaw with one hand, rubbing her thumb over his sideburn, while the other was brushing back his messy auburn hair. She blinked slowly, taking in the view before her. In no time, his face would be the first thing to greet her in the morning, and the thought of spending the rest of their lives together as husband and wife only excited her.
His green eyes were gazing deep into her soul, she noticed, with adoration and desire, and want. When he leaned in, pressing his lips across her cheek, before going south, she tilted her head to the side, giving him more access. Eyes fluttering close, Elsa let out a soft moan, one hand skimming down his back. Her nails dug into his skin when she felt his grip on her thigh.
"We should probably get go- ah!, " she gasped when his fingers finally teased her entrance.
Elsa smiled wider. He did know her body better than her.
"H-Hans."
He hummed against her skin in response, the touch of his lips lingering on. She bit her lower lip, waiting for him to do more than just to tease. Little devil, they might be running out of time, but surely they had to finish what they had started, no?
"Then we better finish it fast," he muttered closely, tucking a few strands of blonde hair behind her ear.
Hans started out gently, making her whine impatiently, before she canted her hips and drew him in. He was fully sheathed in, when he slowly withdrew, knowing well that it would drive her crazy. Elsa frowned, but before she could protest, he buried himself deep in a swift movement, and her back arched from the ground.
Pulling him in, Elsa kissed him, hard and passionately. She sucked on his lower lip, eliciting a low growl from him, and she smiled to the kiss. Fisting his hair, she tried to urge him to go faster, and harder, and he understood. After all, words were no longer needed when it came to what their bodies wanted.
Elsa rolled her hips, keeping up with his pace. Every movement of his pelvis, every touch on her body sparked euphoria in her chest, and it exploded like dozens of fireworks at the post-war celebration. One final thrust got her mind reeling, waves of orgasm washed over her, and it didn't take long for her lover to follow her suit.
They were lying on the ground, panting and trying to catch their breath. The scent of their arousal was thick in the air, their bodies drenched in sweat. It took a brief second for Elsa to finally come down from her high and roll over to cuddle close to his side. She wanted to stay like that forever, if only she could.
"Thank you," he quietly said, and she looked up.
"For what?" Her big blue eyes were staring at him with wonder.
Hans grinned, gazing at her drowsily with adoration, before leaning in to peck her nose.
"For giving me that chance."
Elsa beamed and sighed in contentment. "Don't mention it. You deserve it."
"I love you," he declared, embracing her and kissing her forehead gently, then resting his chin on top of her head.
"I love you too," she grinned. "And, we should probably get ourselves cleaned up, get dressed and go back to the camp."
"Five more minutes, please."
"Ugh, fine."
Elsa shook her head, trying to bite back a smile. Deep down, she too wished they could stay longer than five minutes.
When they reached the village, Honeymaren and Ryder's curious look was the first one to greet them. They eyed Elsa's disheveled dress and Hans' dirty shirt, but they chose to say nothing. The Nattura siblings were serving breakfast right in front of Elsa's hut, which she found unusual, unless they had guests coming over—her guests. Just when she was about to ask, Elsa heard a familiar voice.
"Elsa!"
The blonde turned to see her sister emerge from her own hut, followed by her brother in law. What are they doing here?
"Anna?" Her eyes widened in surprise. "What are you doing here?"
Anna, with her signature radiant smile, ran towards her and pulled her in a hug.
"I'm here to take you back to Arendelle, of course. We have some wedding planning to do, remember?" The younger sister grinned. "Besides, I've missed you, and I want to have my sister back, so."
"Oh." Elsa didn't know what to say. "Well, yeah, sure. We can leave soon after breakfast."
"Hello, Admiral, how does it feel to have your old title back?" Anna teased. "Where did you two go, by the way? Honeymaren said she hadn't seen you since last night."
Elsa shared a glance with Hans, who smiled sheepishly. But before any of them could reply, Yelana came approaching with a solemn look.
"Fifth Spirit," the chieftain addressed her in a manner Elsa had never seen before. "May I have a word?"
Whatever it was, it must be serious, she thought. The blonde stole a glance at her fiancé, who gave her a nod.
"Go ahead, Kaere. I'll go change my clothes and get Sitron ready."
"Oh, you too, Admiral," the chieftain added, turning to the auburn haired man. "Come with me."
Seeing no other choice, Elsa spared a glance at Anna and muttered a quick 'sorry', before she and Hans followed the chieftain.
"I'll get to the point. You two seemed very happy earlier when you returned from who knows where." Yelana stated. "In your dirty clothes from yesterday. I wonder, did you two spend the night outside?"
"Yes, we went to see the northern lights," Hans replied almost immediately. "Then we fell asleep, that's all."
"Yes, that's all," Elsa quickly added, trying to flash her a smile.
Yelana narrowed her eyes in suspicion, looking back and forth between the couple. The chieftain then took a deep breath, before exhaling in something like a frustration.
"I don't usually give out this kind of lecture, nor do I care about other people's business, but I have a responsibility as a family member to say this; I just want you to be careful and know the consequences of your actions." Not once did her expression change, as she added, "From now on, I expect you to behave. No more 'midnight strolls' until after your marriage, do you hear?"
It didn't take long for the couple to understand what the chieftain was trying to say. Eyebrows knitted, Elsa was stunned. She didn't know what to say, until she heard Hans' reply.
"Loud and clear."
"Yes, Yelana."
The chieftain eyed the two, before concluding, "Good, and you might want to be more quiet next time, and please get a room."
Flashing them a knowing smile, Yelana then turned to leave.
Once the couple were left alone, they looked at each other with utter confusion and surprise.
"Did she just-"
"I think she did."
Elsa let out a sigh, not liking the fact that someone knew about something they shouldn't. If only they hadn't been so careless.
"Well, she has a point." The blonde shrugged, the corner of her lips tugging upwards. "I think it's best if we save the excitement for our wedding day."
Hans dramatically gasped, "Does this mean I can't touch you for three weeks?"
"Depends on what kind of touch do you mean." The former queen smirked.
He pulled her into his arms and kissed her cheek. "Like this?"
"Sure."
"What about kisses, though?"
Pressing her forehead against his, Elsa beamed. "Kisses are fine." She captured his lips with hers, sealing the gap between them. It was short and sweet, one that she found reassuring.
"I can't wait to call you my wife," he murmured softly, holding her gaze.
"And I can't wait to call you my husband." Elsa poked the tip of his nose, adding, "Patience is a virtue, my darling."
And great things would surely wait for them in the aftermath.