SUMMARY: Two nights in a row. She didn't understand why she got all these weird dreams involving him, of all people. It was so intense and now that she had regained her consciousness, she could feel a dull throbbing in her core. Crossing her legs, she began to rub her thighs, trying to ease the ache.

'Great, now I'm awake and frustrated,' she thought, 'as if I'm running out of reasons to not like him.'

In which Elsa wonders if she has been letting Hans live in her mind rent-free, or if she has been denying her true feelings for him.

Sets waaay before Days We Spend Under the Sun.

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Additional tags (supposedly): a brief Hans/Elsa/Hans, cunnilingus, oral sex, hand job, temperature play, vaginal fingering, dream sex. Written from Elsa's 3rd POV.


Elsa couldn't recall if anyone had ever made her feel this way; hot, bothered, and out of control, instead of her usual cold, composed, and calm manner. A queen who always tries to get everything under control, that was the person she used to be. Then, he came back to the picture, turning her world upside down without him knowing—or maybe it was intentional and he had been acting oblivious. That wouldn't be a surprise since he was known as a good actor, or was he really?

"Hans!"

In reality, she would probably cringe in disgust at the way she moaned his name, but this was no reality. It's not real, she thought, he is not real. But her train of thoughts was abruptly interrupted by the way his fingers curled over her pressure point. Her mind was reeling as she grabbed the bedsheet, and then he did it again, this time with his mouth suckling gently, sending her back arching.

In the darkness, she could almost hear his familiar chuckle, the vibration against her core sending her closer to the edge. Her blue eyes fluttered shut as she bit her lower lip, and when she came, she couldn't hold back her moan. The pleasure shot through her body, making her toes curl, her hand now tangling in his hair as she rode through the waves.

Goodness, it almost felt so real.

"Not bad, wasn't I?" he said, hovering over her and capturing her lips with his.

'Not bad' wouldn't do justice, Elsa thought as she could feel her own juices in his mouth. What a shame, if it were real, it would have been a much better experience. The former queen was startled by her own thoughts. Did she really wish it was real?

She refused to admit it, and before she could reply, everything began to fade and she, once again, was left with the darkness.


The next morning Elsa woke up feeling disgusted for having that kind of dream—or fantasy. She spent the whole morning in the bath, trying to cleanse any non-existent traces of him, as if he was really touching her body the night before. Then again, the dream was so vivid that she could almost feel his presence in her bed next to her, and the moment she regained her consciousness, she almost whined in a slight disappointment, rubbing her thighs together to ease the throbbing between her legs. Oh, goodness!

"Sis, aren't you going to finish that?"

Anna's voice was enough to wake her up from her daydream. Shaking her head slowly, the former queen flashed her sister a fake smile.

"I think I'm done," she said, putting down her fork and knife on the plate, before finishing her glass of water. "You have another meeting with the council members later?"

Anna let out a sigh, "Yes, I do. It's about the alternative solutions in case things don't go well. We also need to analyse the potential threats and outcomes of the summit, since Hans—"

"Admiral Westergaard," Elsa quickly corrected, frowning slightly when her sister casually addressed him by his first name. "Sorry, continue."

"Right," the younger sister said, holding her sister's gaze with a hint of disbelief, "since Admiral Westergaard is returning here tomorrow, and we hope that he will bring some good news."

Elsa looked away, trying to suppress her annoyance at the fact that her own sister would rather send out that imbecile of the Southern Isles to represent their country, along with some of the high ranked military men, than herself, the Snow Queen. But of course Anna was worried about her safety since the last time she went on a quest to solve something she got frozen at the deepest part of Ahtohallan.

"Look, Elsa, I understand that you're still holding grudges towards him, and you're probably still mad that I didn't allow you to tag along, but please understand that I just can't afford losing you again." Anna moved to grab her sister's arm. "I don't think I can really change your mind or reason with you, but please believe me when I say that you can trust me."

The former queen nodded, slowly at first, biting her lower lip and blinking furiously. Turning to her little sister, she pressed her lips into a thin line, before taking a deep breath.

"Okay," the blonde sister replied, flashing a small smile. "Sure."

Deep down, she wished they could talk more about it, about involving their former enemy in this important affair just to give him a chance to redeem himself, to prove that he could try to undo his mistakes, which Elsa was still sceptical about. But duty called, and Anna had to manage between her role as a ruler of a nation, her role as a sister, and her role as a mother and wife.

Once they'd finished breakfast, the former queen headed towards the library, planning to read and learn more about their allies, and maybe she could stop her mind from revisiting her dream—or nightmare from last night. Perhaps hours of reading could be a good distraction for her, and it wasn't like she hadn't done it before. Anything to get rid of that mental image from her head.

Admiral Westergaard, a former prince of the Southern Isles. Stripped of all of his titles and privileges as a part of his punishment after committing a treason against the Kingdom of Arendelle and her rulers, he is now serving in the Southern Isles Navy, working his way up the ranks, heavily involved in humanitarian acts in liberating slaves. The first time he arrived back in Arendelle, almost nobody recognised him with the exception of those who work in the castle and of course Elsa, Anna, Olaf, and Kristoff. But news travelled fast, and suddenly the townspeople were aware of the foreign visitor who had a past in the kingdom. Even then, some of them remembered him as the leader who helped them with food and blankets during the Eternal Winter, which only fueled Elsa with even more dislike.

Now he became a part of Arendelle's delegations in terms of foreign affairs during this difficult time. Though Anna kept telling her that he was only helping and was not an official member or anything due to his Southern Isles citizenship, Elsa couldn't help but feel uneasy. What if it has been his grand scheme to get the crown from Anna? What if he is planning a coup right at this second? Elsa wanted to fully trust and support her sister, but even Anna didn't fully trust her to go instead of Hans. Even the retired Lord Petersen would probably agree with her that it was a bad idea to put such a responsibility on Hans instead of Elsa, the former queen of Arendelle.

Rolling her eyes, Elsa shook her head, trying to not think about him. She still couldn't make up her mind, having a bit of a hard time in deciding if Hans was worthy of a second chance. Sure he had been very helpful the past few weeks, fighting pirates and the enemy ships in the Arendelle waters. Sure she had seen him with some children in the Plaza, even stopping to admire him even for a brief second. Sure she had heard him swear that he would not go back to that road to betray the Crown of Arendelle, and yet she still refused to consider all that to give him a second chance. Every time she saw him doing something good, Elsa kept reminding herself of that day on the fjord, when he was raising his sword, ready to take aim, before Anna came between them and sacrificed herself. Then again, things happened for a reason, and maybe, just maybe, if it wasn't for that day, she would still be the queen of her own kingdom of isolation. Well, perhaps her attempt to make up her mind somewhat explains his frequent 'visits' in her dreams.

'It's just a dream. It doesn't explain anything.'

The former queen kept repeating those words in her head as she walked down the hall, but when she passed one of the corridors, she heard some hushed murmurs which caught her attention. And so, she stopped behind a wall.

"Julie!" There was a gasp, followed by a whisper, "not you trying to pry other people's private matters."

It was nothing new for Elsa to hear some housemaids gossiping inside the walls of the castle. Even before she was queen, she often caught some words about how cold Princess Elsa could be at times, or how often Princess Anna left mud stains on the carpeted floor after she went riding. It was her way to know what's the current most popular topic among the staff downstairs, much to her own entertainment when she was self isolated.

"I was curious alright! He is a very attractive man, it's not wrong to want to know how he is in bed," the maid called Julie replied, "and mind you, according to Hilde he is, indeed, a beast!"

"Isn't that obvious?" The two were grinning.

Elsa almost felt sick at what she'd just heard. Seemed like she chose a bad topic to listen to that day. But only when she took a step did she catch a mention of that familiar name.

"Oh, Kjersti, I may not have a thing for ginger men like Admiral Westergaard, but have you heard him speak? His voice is so deep and charming, and imagine having him whispering naughty things in your ear."

The other maid giggled, before letting out a gush, "And those hands, have you seen them without gloves? The way he untied the knots when he helped to unpack some food supplies in the kitchen last week... uhhh, I would kill to know what he could do with those skilled hands."

The conversation was enough of a trigger, and her hand flew to her mouth, as her mind wandered back to her dream last night. Feeling her face turn crimson, she decided she had enough. Hurrying towards the library, Elsa began to repeat that old mantra.

Conceal, don't feel.

Of course it wasn't easy, for the dream was so intense and she had to question her own reality to make sure it didn't really happen. So much for trying to forget about it.


"I need," it came in a soft whimper, her nails were almost clawing on his scalp as she twisted on the bed sheets.

Elsa didn't like to beg, even when things didn't go her way, she would swallow her pride and stand on her ground. All her life she was trained to be a leader, one who would put logic above emotions (she knew how the latter could affect her powers, then), and she had learnt how to approach matters in which a confrontation would be needed. She had to be more diplomatic, considering all options or whether or not it was worth it before making a decision, and yet it took only one button to make her unravel. Not that she didn't know she had it in her.

"Hans, please."

If this were real, she would have been really ashamed of herself, or perhaps she would wake up with that embarrassment, she didn't know. Her, Snow Queen Elsa of Arendelle, begging her enemy? What a shame!

"What do you need?" He murmured against her thigh, sending shivers down her spine.

"Your mou-oh!" She bit her lower lip, trying to suppress her gasp when she felt his tongue on her entrance. "Don't stop!"

But he didn't seem to plan on stopping. Elsa could feel his arms around both of her thighs, his fingers gently caressing her skin, and for a second it felt so real. The feeling of his sideburns brushing against her skin combined with the way his skilled tongue glided along her sensitive spot, before suckling gently sent her mind reeling. Rolling her hips to meet his touch, her grip on the sheets beneath her got tighter, as her release slowly but surely came approaching.

When the waves came crashing, she was sure that she was screaming so loud, and yet not a single sound could be heard. Lying on her back, Elsa closed her eyes and waited to come back to the real world, to wake up gasping after having another dream so intense it felt so real, to hear her sister knocking on her door to ask why she was screaming so loud. Instead, she felt a light press against her lips, persuading her to return the gesture, and she did. Her hands instantly found each side of his face, tracing over what was supposedly his well trimmed sideburns.

The auburn hair underneath her fingertips felt like a gentle caress of the wind, and she felt a little disappointed, still left to wonder how touching his hair would feel like. Is it soft? Or is it rough? It still was a mystery to her.

Still kissing him, Elsa took a liberty to push him so he was lying on his back. She straddled him, running her free hand over the bare skin of his torso, and just like his hair, it felt as if she was touching the air. Why is it only when he touches me that I can feel him, but when I touch him it feels...nothing? But her disappointment was quickly replaced with pleasure when his hands slid up, fingertips drawing patterns over her skin.

It only took a brief second for him to find her bosom, before fondling gently. He pinched her taut peaks, teasing her, and she let out a gasp, forcing her to pull away from the kiss. She became putty in his hands, quite literally, and upon his ministrations, she grew warmer with want.

Her fingers were tingling and she could feel her powers need to be released. Thin frosts trailed after her touch along his torso, and she could feel him shivering for a bit. Smiling, she leaned in to press some kisses over the skin, going lower, and lower, and her surroundings turned to a blur when she accidentally brushed against his arousal.

"Elsa!"

Confidence surged through her, and she wrapped her inexperienced hands around his shaft. It felt strange—because her senses couldn't feel him physically, yet it felt so right. Her thumb rubbed along his length, swiping over his crown, before she teasingly blew a frosty kiss on the tip, coating him with a thin ice. He thrusted his hips upon her touch, prompting her to move her hands in circular motions, up and down. For once, she finally got to be the one in charge. Her lips curved into a smirk, yet the victory didn't last so long, for the feeling of another pair of hands on her hips took her by surprise.

"Why stop, my Queen?" she heard him whisper from behind her. Wait, behind? "Isn't this what you truly desire?"

Is it?

Her tongue was tied and her mind was reeling, cloudy with lust, when he grazed the tip of his nose over her shoulder, before pressing a kiss. When she braced herself to look up, she was met by a full body mirror, in which she could see her own reflection with her riding him, and a clone of him holding her from behind. She could feel her pulse racing, for it was something completely new for her. Sure she had dreamed of being with him before, but having 'another' him in presence? Elsa had never thought about it.

He seemed to catch her gaze in the mirror, before kissing her cheek softly and nuzzling the crook of her neck.

"What are you waiting for, my Queen?"

The nickname seemed to have a certain effect on her, as she shivered with something like excitement. If it weren't for the slight pressure against her rear, Elsa would probably still be stunned. As if she acted on instinct, she reached behind her and instantly found his member. Gently rubbing over his length, she felt him jerk into her hand, encouraging her to make a bold move. Both her hands were now moving in sync, her powers came into a play, and she swore she could almost hear his familiar groan—one she could recall from when she purposefully buried him in snow that one time they finally had a decent conversation.

As if he wanted to return the favour, the figure behind her slid his hands across her torso, one over her breast, rolling her right nipple between his fingers, the other moving down south. It didn't take long for him to find her slick entrance, cupping her mound. Parting her lower lips, one finger slid in with ease, and another followed shortly.

"H-Hans!"

Elsa was panting. Her movement was somewhat restricted, for he had his arms around her, holding her in place. What's happening, she didn't know. Deep down she wondered if all of these 'fantasies' were a manifestation of her repressed thoughts, stored deep in her unconsciousness, waiting for the right moment to unfold. Perhaps she should no longer conceal, and try to feel more instead of repressing her own feelings. Suddenly, she was filled with a strong urge, one that was nagging on the guts, a need to feel him. She is wanting. All of him.

"I-I want you."

He didn't stop. His fingers moved deeper, and Elsa had to let go of him, for the pleasure was too much. She was kneeling on the bed, her knees spread wide, allowing him more access. Much to her surprise, the mirror was gone and there was only one of him—the one holding her from behind. He was knuckles deep, and when he found that spot, Elsa moaned, leaning back against his chest, panting heavily. It took a few more strokes over her pressure point to send her over the edge.

Shortly after, everything began to shift just like on the previous night. She turned around just in time to see his figure slowly fading.

"Elsa, I'm sorry."

His apology was the last thing she heard, before her world faded into the darkness once again, much to her dismay.

Elsa woke up with a jolt, breathing heavily as if she had just emerged from the water. Looking around, she let out a relieved sigh, realising that she was on her own. Lying on her side, she caught a glimpse of the dancing Northern lights through the window. It was enough to reassure her that her dream was a mere dream. It's not real.

Two nights in a row. She didn't understand why she got all these weird dreams involving him, of all people. It was so intense, and now that she had regained her consciousness, she could feel a dull throbbing in her core. Crossing her legs, she began to rub her thighs, trying to ease the ache.

Great, now I'm awake and frustrated, she thought, as if I'm running out of reasons to not like him.

Elsa scoffed, turning to lay on her back, blue eyes staring at the light purple canopy. Her mind wandered to the possible reasons why she had such a dream. Had she really been letting him live rent-free inside her mind? Or had she been in denial about her real feelings towards him?

No! She quickly shook her head. It's not that!

All she needed was an answer, and maybe an early morning walk to calm her mind. Yeah, that would probably help.


When morning came, she didn't waste time putting on her robe, not caring if it was an improper outfit for an outing, and went to take a walk along the shore. There was something really soothing about embracing the salty breeze, listening to the sound of the waves hitting the rocks, or admiring the beautiful colours of the sunrise that could help to ease her nerves and uneasiness, and it seemed to work wonders most of the time. Not today.

"Oh, for goodness sake!" She spat, when she spotted a ship with the Southern Isles flag among the ships which had just arrived in Arendelle harbour.

And there he was, standing at the busy docks among the sailors. Something told her to take a few steps further, to come closer, close enough to catch his grinning face, as he helped the others unload some cargo. It wasn't her first time seeing him doing that. Even though he has a title, he doesn't seem to want to create a gap between him and the rest of them, she concluded, quietly.

Before Elsa realised that she was staring a little too long, the auburn haired man turned to her direction and caught her eyes. The former queen quickly looked away, deciding that it was time to go back to the castle. Walking away, she shook her head, trying to not imagine the sight of his face in between her legs, or the feeling of his sideburns against her thighs. It shouldn't affect her that much, so why did she care?

'Isn't it what you truly desire?'

Her cheeks were warm as she quietly thought, no, it can't be my deepest desire. After all, it was just a dream, and not all dreams have meanings, right?

For once, she hoped she wouldn't be proved wrong.


Probably not my best smut, but hope you enjoy it! ^^