Sets in Days We Spend Under The Sun AU. The night of Hans and Elsa's first time.

Song: As Long As You're Mine from Wicked.

Initially written for Helsa Week 2021, Day 6: Muse.


Kiss me too fiercely

Hold me too tight

I need help believing

You're with me tonight

She found his kisses intoxicating.

When everyone was out celebrating, they were staying in, kissing, touching, pressing their bodies against each other, and listening to their hearts. After all, they no longer needed to hide from the world.

"Elsa!"

Swallowing his groan, Elsa didn't pull away. Her arms held tight around his neck, as she climbed into his lap. Mauve lips persistently pressed against her lover's, as if she wanted to get some sort of reaction from him. When he pulled her closer, resting his hand on the back of her thigh, rolling his hips with hers, she let out a gasp, lips parting to let his tongue slither into her mouth.

It felt like her dream, once upon a time, only this time it was real. She could feel him in flesh, fingers combing through his ruffled auburn hair, before giving it a little tug. Her pulse quickened as adrenaline rushed when the thought of being alone with the Admiral inside his bedchamber in the Southern Isles flag ship crossed her mind. They had the place to themselves just for the night, as everyone else was celebrating the victory, and it seemed like they were about to celebrate in their own ways.

"Hans," she whispered his name in a breathy moan as he trailed his kisses down her neck.

Biting her lower lip, her eyes fluttered closed, feeling his fingers undoing the clasp on the back of her coat, and in a moment, it was lying on the floor. Warmth resided in her lower abdomen, and she was dripping with anticipation. Hans was there with her, safe and sound. The thought of losing him briefly crossed her mind, but she tried to reassure herself that it had passed, that they were together, and what's more important was to live this moment.

With a lust clouded mind, Elsa decided.

"Hans, I want you."

My wildest dreamings

Could not foresee

Lying beside you

With you wanting me

She wanted him.

At first he didn't believe what he had just heard, that the Snow Queen of Arendelle wanted him. But the look on her face and the desire in her blue eyes were enough to tell him that he heard it right. He stopped, mouth agape as he caught his breath.

"Elsa," he gently murmured, cupping her cheek and smiling when she leaned to his touch, "are you sure?"

The former queen nodded, turning to kiss the heel of his palm, eyes never leaving his. She reached for his collar and began to undo the buttons.

"Yes, I am. I want this."

His gaze at her was tender as he grabbed her working hands. He pressed his lips over the beating pulse of her wrist, taking his time to savour her signature scent. Goodness , the things he wanted to do to her. Placing his knuckle under her chin, Hans pulled her into another kiss.

"I'll be gentle, I promise."


And just for this moment

As long as you're mine

I've lost all resistance

And crossed some border line

Oh, stars!

Elsa could only bite her lip, hands gripping the bed sheets, as she watched him pressing kisses down to her navel, worshipping her body with so much devotion. She knew what his tongue was capable of—to get away with anything, but that one was something she had never experienced before. With every brush of his fingertips, every stroke of his tongue against her core, feasting as if she was his last meal, he took her higher.

Her toes curled, as a sudden wave of pleasure spread across her body, and her mind was reeling at the sensation. It was new and exciting for her, and much much better than in her dreams. She was slowly unravelling, lying bare on the cot, so trusting, letting her lover make her feel good.

I'll be gentle, I promise.

Elsa smiled when she recalled those words. He wasn't lying, and it was enough of a reassurance for her to be putty on his hands.

The flicks of his tongue brought her to an awaited release. She tugged on his hair as she rode through the waves. Then she let go.

And if it turns out

It's over too fast

I'll make every last moment last

As long as you're mine

"Allow me to return the favour," Elsa said when she found herself back on his lap.

"Elsa—"

"Oh, hush!" She quickly pressed his fingers on his lips. The distance between them was so close, and, with a smirk, she added, "I want to make you feel good, too."

He nodded in return, green eyes bearing something like amusement and surprise. If Elsa wanted to be the one in charge, he would be more happy to oblige, the Admiral thought quietly.

Her palm was flat against his chest, slowly sliding down, leaving a thin trail of frosts, as she grazed her nose down the expanse of his neck. She got a little giddy at the feeling of his muscles under her touch, biting her lip to suppress the moan. This experience was new to her, after all, and she didn't want to turn it off for him by doing it wrong. Yet, as if sensing her own excitement, Hans playfully poked her ribs.

"You like what you see?"

Her cheeks turned crimson at the question, and she playfully rolled her eyes.

"Not really, but you're all I have now, so do I really have any choice?"

"Ouch!"

Elsa grinned, before moving South. "But I have a feeling there's something good waiting for me."

She began to undo his trousers, which looked so tight and didn't do much to conceal his arousal. Gently pulling the fabric down, her hand found his length, warm and throbbing within her grasp. She kneeled before him, pressing a cold kiss on his crown, and his hips bucked upon her touch.

"Easy there, we have all night." Elsa was no longer the timid young woman whom he met the first time at her coronation. Rubbing along his length, she added, "let's make every moment last."


Maybe I'm brainless

Maybe I'm wise

But you've got me seeing

Through different eyes

Sometimes he wondered how he got so lucky. The past few years had been tough, but what happened had taught him to be kinder. He was given so many chances and he decided he should no longer waste them and began to work on himself. Though he was in need of fixing, he realised that nobody could ever do that except for him. And then he met her again.

Her kindness caught his attention. Not that he had never noticed it, for he would've died if it wasn't for her. That was when he decided to try to earn her trust, or maybe her forgiveness, but who would forgive what he had done? Certainly not Elsa (and she still hasn't really forgiven him even though they agree to move forward and leave the past behind).

He used to think that being remorseful is a sign of weakness, but that changed. He had changed for the better, he hoped, especially after he witnessed what real chaos and greed could do to a person—they would start to lose themselves and the people around them. And Hans didn't want that. After he met Elsa again, he didn't want to be alone, even if he was offered some gold and glory.

Elsa introduced him to a new perspective, through kindness, selflessness, and love, and for his own good he was willing to learn.

Somehow I've fallen

Under your spell

And somehow I'm feeling

It's up that I fell

"Did I do it wrong?"

The question made him frown, and he turned to the woman whom he cradled close.

"No, you were incredible," he said, thumb gently rubbing the skin of her hips.

"Then what do you have in mind?" By now, the fifth spirit was lying on top of him, resting her chin on his chest. Her big blue eyes were studying him with curiosity. "Nothing bad, I hope."

"Just," he paused, a small smile playing on his lips, "just how lucky I am to have you."

"Oh, please," Elsa poked his chest, "I know I am irresistible."

She was probably expecting him to express the same vanity, but instead, he offered her a warm smile.

"Yes, you are," he replied, "and who knows, maybe you have enchanted me, mind, body, and soul."

The former queen grinned, before leaning in to capture his lips in a quick kiss. "I can say the same thing about you, Admiral." Her voice got deeper when she whispered seductively to his ear, "Now, why don't we finish what we started?"

"And what is that exactly, goddess? You need to be more specific. Just say the word."

Elsa blushed at the nickname. She brushed back his auburn hair and cradled his head. Biting back a smile, she looked away.

"Fine," she sighed, before locking eyes with him, "take me, Hans."

"My pleasure."

Every moment

As long as you're mine

He started slow and gentle, taking his time, making sure that she wasn't hurt. He was all for her comfort and pleasure, but whispers and murmurs of "more" from her urged him to pick up his pace, as she drew him deeper, digging her heel in his back. Her womanly cavern offered him some warmth, sending shivers down his spine. His hand finally found hers, and their fingers were entwined.

"Oh, Hans!"

The way she moaned his name only fuelled his own desire. This goddess, his queen—she was his as much as he was hers. He had been lucky, so very lucky, which was ironic for someone who was born as the thirteenth son.

He leaned in to kiss her collarbone, sucking on her milky white skin, leaving his mark. His kisses moved slightly to the south, his lips were closing on her nipple, before suckling gently, making her gasp. With his free hand, he paid her other breast an equal attention, and in a brief second, her hand flew to his head, tugging on his hair.

Listening to what her body wanted, Hans began to set a pace.

I'll wake up my body

And make up for lost time

Elsa felt like glowing under the moonlight. Her blonde hair was disheveled, sprawled across the pillow, as she arched her back with every thrust of his hips. Rolling her hips in his rhythm, her mind was reeling. Now that she had finally got to know his touch, she craved for more, and she knew she had made the right decision.

It didn't take long for them to reach their blissful peaks. The whole time, she chanted his name like a prayer, as the waves of pleasure washed over her for the second time that night. She let out a whimper when he pulled out, before he came all over her torso. It was rather messy, but Elsa was too tired to care. She flashed him a satisfied smile when he murmured "sorry" and quickly cleaned her up with his shirt.

Once he was laying beside her, the fifth spirit rolled over, letting him hold her close. They stayed like that for a while, cuddling in the afterglow.


Say there's no future

For us as a pair

And though I may know

I don't care

What would become of us now? The question lingered at the back of his head. Should we tell Anna?

A sudden realisation hit him. Right, Anna. It wasn't like Anna hadn't warmed up to him, but still, he couldn't stop questioning.

He could only imagine what would happen had Anna found out about tonight. Would she punch him in the face? Would she separate them and disapprove of their relationship?

Hans didn't care. At least for the moment he didn't want to think about it. Come what may, nothing could stop him from loving Elsa.


Just for this moment

As long as you're mine

Come be how you want to

And see how bright we shine

Borrow the moonlight

Until it is through

The sound of his heartbeat and her own were loud in her ears when she rested her head on his chest, but the rhythm was so steady, lulling her to the state of calmness. Her fingers were drawing frosty patterns over the bare skin of his torso, smiling when he squirmed under her touch.

"That's cold."

"I know."

Feeling his arms wrapped around her in a tight embrace, Elsa sighed in contentment. She closed her eyes, inhaling his scent, letting it cloud her mind.

"I love you, Hans."

And know I'll be here

Holding you

As long as you're mine

"I love you too, Elsa." Hans sighed. "Thank you for everything."

When he looked down, a pair of big blue eyes greeted him. They were bearing something like comfort and affection, things that he still considered as new to him, even after months of secret escapades.

"Kaere," he murmured.

"What?"

"May I call you Kaere?"

She looked a little taken aback for a while, before smiling and nodding.

"Yes, you may." Elsa grinned. "I like that."

"Good," he paused, pressing a loving kiss on top of her head, "because you will hear it more often."

"I don't mind."

It seemed like a perfect way to end the day; just him, her, and the moonlight. Holding Elsa close, Hans could feel how serene everything was. He had never felt so content and vulnerable before, but in that comfortable silence, everything felt so right. It was perfect, and maybe, just maybe, his life wouldn't feel so empty as long as he had her.