A/N: Okay so I'm doing a little something different this chapter. We're going to be switching back and forth between Elsa and Hans' POV. You'll see why... Just wanted to give my lovely readers a heads up! Things are about to get HOT!

Elsa's POV

Elsa finished up getting ready for her romantic evening with Hans and took one last look in the mirror. Her white hair cascaded freely down her slender shoulders, and her blue eyes were sparkling with hope. She took a deep breath and picked up the note she had found under her door that afternoon.

"Dear Elsa, I apologize for my family's behavior. Please allow me to make it up to you and take you away from all this drama. Meet me at the docks after dinner and we can relax. Love, Hans."

She smiled and rushed to port. She wondered if he had a romantic boat ride planned. Or perhaps he would say, "Let's never return." She wouldn't be surprised or blame him. His family was more hostile than she had expected.

Elsa looked for Hans but didn't see him. Didn't he come straight here? The sun was getting low, but Hans was nowhere to be seen, not on the big ships or the small boats. Perhaps he had stopped by the market for another unnecessary gift.

She down on a pier, dangling her legs over the side. She waited, watching the sky change from pink and orange to purple and dark blue.

Hans POV

"Waiting for someone?"

Hans whipped around as the sky darkened, expecting to see Elsa. She was nowhere in sight. What was taking her so long? And where did that voice come from?

"You look rather lonely," came the lilting voice from the water's edge.

Hans looked towards the waves. Sure enough, there lay a mermaid. The water lapping her green tail triggered something almost bioluminescent, giving her lower half a magical appearance. Her hair was long and white, almost glowing a pale blue, cascading over her ample chest. Her skin was pale, but clusters of green scales speckled some areas. Her red lips curved into a sultry smirk. Dark lashes lowered over purple eyes.

"Who are you?" Hans asked, amazed a mermaid had approached him so silently.

"Whoever you want me to be," she replied, winking, her purple eyes turning blue. She looked remarkably like Elsa.

Elsa

The last light faded, and Elsa looked up at the multitude of stars on this moonless night, feeling more alone than ever before. How could Hans stand her up? She had thought things had been going well. Perhaps not.

Se stood up, resigned to head back, pack her bags and leave as soon as it was acceptable. Even if Hans was a jerk, she had grown fond of Hagen and Fiona. She wanted to wish them well tomorrow, bound by more than just her Queenly duty to stay.

Elsa heard footsteps, but when she tried to turn, someone slipped a sack over her head.

Hans

"I don't want you," Hans told the creature.

"Oh? Is that why you brought me a glass?" she asked, slinking across the sand towards him. Her fingers were tipped with dark green – scales or nails – that sharpened to a point.

"It's not for you." Hans inched away from her. The mermaid's appearance alone was quite alluring, but her voice was even more inviting. It was like a sweet melody wrapping around him.

"You don't need to be afraid. Do I look like a monster to you?" She pouted, exaggerating her already plump red lips. More than anything, he wanted to taste them. Hans imagined they would taste like strawberries.

"You look..."

"How do I look?" The mermaid reached out her arm, patched with green and blue scales. She ran her hand up the length of his stomach to his chest. Her sharp nails grazed his skin, teasing him, sending delicious shivers down his back.

Hans could barely breathe. She was touching him, but she didn't feel scaly or slimy. Her hand wasn't cool to the touch like Elsa's, but she knew exactly how to drive him wild. "You look so..."

She was practically on top of him. She whispered in his ear, her hot breath tickling his neck. "Say it."

Hans was melting beneath her. "You're so beautiful!" he gushed, and she pressed herself against him. "The most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

She kissed his neck, and he felt fevered. Her hand was roaming his body, tracking every muscle.

"Beautiful doesn't even do you justice," he said, playing with her long white hair. "Gorgeous...stunning. Otherworldly! Your hair is like moonbeams."

Hans brushed back the hair on her shoulder, revealing her bare breast hovering just above his chest. His jaw dropped. He watched it sway with the movement of her kissing his neck, and the world started to spin.

Elsa stomped on her would-be captor's foot, freeing her from his grip. One hand ripped the sack off her head while the other blasted him back with a puff of icy air. Before she could turn around, another guard came to grab her from the front. A flick of her wrist as she discarded the sack, and ice appeared at his feet, causing him to slip.

Elsa elbowed the first man in the gut as he tried to grab her again. He, too, slid on the icy ground and fell. She summoned icy spikes to keep them in place before running back to the castle to find Hans and alert the others.

"You are a goddess!" Hans moaned as the mermaid kissed his collar bone. They laid, chest to chest, her breasts heaving. Hans desperately wanted to feel every inch of her skin, but he was immobilized by her touch.

"Tell me more." She breathed at the base of his neck.

"Nothing compares. Not the softest silk, the prettiest sunset, or the shiniest gemstone. Not any girl, alive or dead. An artist could never capture your beauty."

She giggled, smirking. "Some have tried..." She licked the length of his neck, up to his chin, and he groaned with desire.

Hans grabbed her by her tiny waist. "You're wild, powerful, sexy...perfect."

She looked deep into his green eyes, parted her lips and leaned down for a kiss.

Elsa barged into Hans' room. Upon finding it empty, she grabbed Sigurd and Magnus. They went to Hagen's room and knocked. Fiona opened the door, her smile falling when she saw the two men and Elsa's panicked expression.

"Hans is missing. We've been tricked."