Authors note: Began writing this back in November 2020, for certain reasons, lost motivation to complete it.
Story has not been beta-read. All mistakes and typos are my own.
Story will remain incomplete.
Elsa's Coronation
Hans traveled to Arendelle for Elsa's coronation. He was breathless at the first sight of her in the front of the chapel. Her hair white as the moon her skin smooth as porcelain. A sharp contrast to her younger sister Anna, with ginger hair and freckles sprinkled across the bridge of her nose. Pretty surely but Elsa's beauty was something else entirely, otherworldly. Anna was standing to the right of Elsa unable to keep still. Elsa on the other hand, was all composure and grace. Her trembling hands the only hint to how she truly felt.
After Queen Elsa and Princess Anna of Arendelle were presented at the coronation party, he spotted Elsa chatting her with her sister in what seemed like pleasant conversation. Both laughing and smiling. Elsa's hand near her mouth in a attempt to hide her giggling. Suddenly Anna said something to the light haired women. Elsa's smile faded, replaced with a look of sadness. Her lips moved in reply but she said it so softly Hans couldn't hear her. Elsa abruptly turned away form her sister. Anna continued to speak with a pleading look on her face. Hans looked over to Elsa who seemed agitated. Her brows furrowed, eyes tightly shut, her gloved hands clasped in front of her. Anna with a look of defeat on her face walked away from her sister and into the crowed. Elsa now stood at the front of the grand room alone. As Hans contemplated whether he should take the opportunity to introduce himself, he saw Elsa let out a heavy sigh and made her way to speak to the dignitaries. Distancing herself from the joyously dancing crowd. Now was his chance. He made his way over to her. Her back facing him as she spoke to the nobleman. Hans cleared his throat. "Your Majesty." She turned to face him. Her big blue eyes lit up inquisitively. "Hello." She greeted with a slight bow. Her voice dignified but soothing. He bowed as he introduced himself. "Prince Hans of the Southern Isles." His face looked at hers. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you." He replied. "May I offer you your first dance?"
"Sorry but I don't dance." She replied with a teasing smile.
"A walk then. I take it you don't like crowds much. Surely you must be eager to get away from all these people." He suggested. He reached out his hand to her. Glancing at his hand then back to his face she placed her slender fingers in his palm. "Yes, very much." She replied. She turned toward the the group of nobles. "Will you please excuse me?" she asked. They bowed and retreated back to the festivities. Leaving Hans alone with Elsa.
They started heading out the ballroom "I hope my sister doesn't come looking for me. It's not ladylike for a queen to miss her own party." Worry swept over her features. "I'm sure she's preoccupied talking to everyone at the ball." Hans reassured her. "The gardens are this way." She told him her hand still holding his. They made their way down into the gardens. The moon shone brightly in the dark sky. The moonlight casting a glow around Elsa's hair. Her crown shimmering. As they walked along the paths, hand still holding hers, Hans looked at Elsa as she looked up at the night sky. Her eyes lighting up in comeplete wonderment as if she was seeing it for the first time. He smiled to himself as he watched her. Cerulean blue eyes darkened as they reflected the night sky. The stars sparkling in her eyes. "The sky is even more beautiful than I ever imagined" She said breathlessly. He looked at her perplexed. "You never seen the sky?" he asked. Elsa looked at his face briefly before looking down, seemingly lost in thought. "Only from my window. This is the first time I've seen it in person." She slipped her hand form his, clasping her hands in front of her again. A look of slight distress on her face. Still lost in her thoughts. He looked at her sorrowfully. As they continued to walk amongst the fragrant flowers and lush greenery Hans began to speak "I have twelve brothers, my whole life they teased me. They even threw glass at me. Three of them pretended that I was invisible!" Elsa looked at him in shock. "That's horrible! I can't imagine what that must have been like. My sister Anna would never hurt me." Hans paused before continuing "My brother Lars was the only one in my family to ever show me any kindness. If not for him, I don't know where I'd be." As he looked down at her, he found Elsa looking up at him. She looked at him sadly. Her blue eyes filled with sympathy and understanding. Taking the hand she was still holding, Elsa placed her other hand on top of his. The fabric of their gloves touching one another. Oh how he longed to touch her skin. "It's alright, I can handle the pain." he said a lump forming in his throat as he pushed away the thought of his awful family. Focusing his attention on Elsa. Still looking at his face a moment passed and she moved forward. Her body pressed against his. Her arms wrapped around him. It took him a moment to realize she was hugging him. He noticed her body felt slightly cold. How odd. "I'm sorry." Her voice was barely above a whisper. Her face pressed against his chest. He let out a sigh placing a hand at the small of her back. Feeling her breath rise and fall. "You've must of been very lonely." She muttered. "Yeah, I guess I was" he said absentmindedly. For a brief moment his eyes stared blankly ahead. Only snapping back to attention when Elsa spoke again. "I know what that's like." A sad expression spread over her face. The same expression she gave Anna earlier. "I don't mean to pry but I saw you and Anna chatting in the ballroom earlier. Did Anna say something that upset you?" He asked. As they reached a white iron bench nestled in the corner. Surrounded by dark green hedges. Elsa held the skirt of her dress and sat down with a sigh. Hans sat next to her listening intensively. "Anna was so excited about the gates finally being opened. She wished things could be like this all the time."
"Why can't it?" Hans askes. Elsa looked down at her gloved hands in her lap. "It just can't"
Her eyes casting downward again. Elsa spoke about how she stayed in room for the past thirteen years. Hans watched her face as he listened. An unfamiliar feeling began tugging at his heart. "I can't even remember that last time I hug someone." She expressed. "Really not even your parents? Your sister?" he questioned. Elsa visibly stiffened at the mention of her parents. Sensing her unease. Hans quickly apologized. "I'm sorry... I've heard about what happened." Silence hung in the air as Hans tried to figure out what to say. A question still lingered in his mind. "Why were you stuck in your room for thirteen years." He asked snapping Elsa out of her thoughts.
Elsa pulled back. "Come with me." she whispered. Grabbing hold of his hand again as they walked out of the gardens. Heading towards the other side of the castle. They reached a dark wooden door partially hidden by the shadows. "Not many people know about this entrence. No one will see us." She pulled him through the door. Leading him down a hallway and up the stairs and then down another hallway once more. They stood in font of a door. "This is my room." She clarified as she opened the door and stepping inside. The room was dark the only light source being the moonlight that came through the large window. They stood there in silence. Elsa walked to the center of the room. Her back towards him. Arms crossed in front of her as she hugged herself. Hans could hear Elsa's breath quicken. "Elsa?" He said her name like a question. "I have a request. You are more than welcome to decline." She sounded nervous. "What is it?" He asked. "I want you to..." she gulped, "I want you to touch me." Her voice was shaking. Hans looked at her stunned. taken aback by her request, realizing what she meant. "Are you sure about this?" He asked. She let out a breath. Trying to calm herself. "Yes, I don't know when I'll get another opportunity like this again." She answered. He stepped towards her placing a hand on her shoulder. "What about your suitors?" He looked at her perplexed searching the side of her face. She still looked toward the window. "Wouldn't you want to wait until your wedding night?" He asked gently. Elsa closed her eyes tightly, then whirled around to face him. "Who would want to marry a monster like me?" She half shouted. It was then Hans noticed trails of ice forming up her arms. Before he could say anything. She looked down at her palms frightened. "No, no, no no no..." Her voice sounded panicked. "Elsa, tell me what's wrong." He demanded. Grabbing her hand despite the cold. She tried to pull her hand away. "No, let go. I don't want to hurt you." His grip tightened on her hand but not enough to hurt her. She was obviously afraid. "Elsa, tell me what's going on." He raised his voice slightly but not enough for any passerby to hear. Elsa sighed. Her eyes welling up with tears. "It's my magic."
"Magic?" he repeated in a whisper. She looked up at him "I'm a monster" Tears began to trickle down her face. His eyes filled with sorrow. He tiled her chin up to face him. "I don't think you're a monster, Elsa." He felt that feeling tugging at his heart again. He slowly moved his face towards hers. Placing a kiss on her lips. As he pulled away he noticed Elsa's eyes closed then fluttered open. Disbelief took over her features. "You still..." she trailed off, "with me?" He smiled softly at her. His thumb wiping a tear from her cheek. "Yes, more than anything." Her face broke into a smile. The first time he's seen her smile all day. He thought she had the most beautiful smile. He moved to kiss her again, more intensely this time. Her mouth moved hesitantly. Unsure of what to do. Hans suspected her inexperience was due to hiding in her room for thirteen years. He couldn't blame her. He didn't have much experience either, if he was being honest. Why would anyone waste their time on the "throwaway" prince?
His hand trailed down Elsa's face down to her neck. He pulled away a second time. He reached for her crown on the top of her head. The jewels sparkling. Retreating from her a moment he placed the crown on her nightside. Facing her once more he notice a blush spread across her face looking toward the floor.
He reached for her again. This time undoing the pins of her intricate bun. Her hair fell in loose waves pass her shoulders. Icy blonde hair stood out against the black and teal fabric of her dress. He took a moment to admire her beauty. "Queen Elsa, you're beautiful." He said. Without raising her head, she said a soft "Thank you." He ran his fingers through her white-blonde tresses. Next, he moved his hands to her neck. Undoing the clasp that held up her cape. It pooled around her as it headed towards the floor. Elsa looked up at him through her lashes biting her lip. Still looking lost on what to do next. "Turn around." He told her. Once her back was facing him again, he got to work undoing the laces of her bodice. The only sound in the room was of laces unraveling. "I never done this before" Elsa said matter-of-factly. "Neither have I" He said truthfully. She let out another sigh, shoulders slumped as if that distinction calmed her nerves. Done with the bodice, he pushed the two sides apart, exposing her white chemise underneath. His heart beat wildly in his chest. Soon her top hung from her shoulders. Elsa's hands held the front of her bodice as an attempt to preserve her modesty. He walked around her to her front. His hand lightly stroking her arms in a soothing manner. "Are you sure about this?" He asked her again. She nodded her head not saying a word. His eyes glanced at the front of her bodice still clutched to her chest. "May I?" She nodded her head again. The bodice joined her cape on the floor. Elsa was left in only her skirt and undergarments. He pushed her skirt all the way to her feet. He noticed she was still wearing her flats and stockings. An idea appeared in his head. He kneeled down in front of her. "Elsa.." her eyes looked down at him as he continued. He saw her hands that were placed at her sides now had flurries swirling around them. "Put your hand on my shoulder." Her eyes widened in shock. "But my magic..."
"It's okay Elsa." he interrupted. "I can handle it." She placed a shaky hand on his shoulder. He lifted her foot then the other, removing her shoes. His hand traced up the seem of her stocking, reaching the outside of her thigh. He heard her breath hitch above him. Slowly he pulled her stocking down her leg and then the other. Tossing the discarded fabric over his shoulder. Elsa removed her hand from him as he stood up. As to not prolong her anxiousness or his desire any longer he pulled the hem of her chemise up and over her head in one fell swoop His eyes raked over her form, cast in moonlight in the dark room. She crossed her arms over her chest. "Now I feel extremely overdressed." He joked. Elsa let out a nervous laugh. "Would you like to help me?" He asked her. She let out a breathy "Yes." moving towards him. With his help she undid various buttons and removed his garments of clothing until they were in a pile with hers. They both stood only left in their underwear, their eyes taking the other in. Elsa stood in the dark room, washed in moonlight. She was completely nude. Aside from her arms still covering her breast self-consciously and the cotton fabric that covered her most intimate part. She was still wearing her teal, silk gloves. Elsa reached out a gloved hand to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear as she fidgeted under his gaze. Hans reached out to run his hands down her arms. She shivered, but it wasn't from the cold. Her skin prickled at his touch. Elsa looked at him in anticipation. His hands brushed over the silk fabric of her gloves as he grasped her forearms, Elsa yielded. Her arms hung down at her sides. Her breast bare to the dropping temperature in the room or perhaps it was Elsa's doing. He supposed he should warm her up. In one swift motion his lips pressed against hers. His body flushed against her cool skin. Elsa staggered back slightly from the force of it. Elsa's lips moved more confidently against his. Filled with curiosity and yearning. Her arms instinctively wrapped around his shoulders and he placed his hands at her hips. The sound of their ragged breaths filled the dark, cold room. Their pulse rapidly beating against their chest. Separating again, Elsa's took a gulp of air, a pink flush spread across her pale face. Being this close, Hans noticed Elsa had faint, almost transparent, sporadically placed freckles across the bridge of her nose that went to her cheeks. Elsa's blue eyes looked at him inquisitively. "Maybe we should move to someplace more comfortable" he suggested. Elsa's eyes lit up knowingly. She grabbed his hand in her gloved one pulling him towards her bed. She sat on the lavender colored comforter and placed her hands in her lap. He sat beside her, his hand trailing down her form until it reached the fabric of her underwear, cupping her mound. Elsa let out a gasp at the sensation. He rubbed his fingers against her underwear feeling the contours her labia through the soft fabric. Elsa's breath hitched. He continued to run his fingers up and down. Gently stroking her. Occasionally brushing a knuckle against her. Elsa closed her eyes tightly. Her lips pressed into a tight line. "Elsa, are you alright?" he asked as he looked at her face. "I'm fine, it's just —" she let out a shaky breath "it's been so long since I've been touched by anyone. Especially never like this." Tentatively, Hans shifts the white-cotton fabric aside. Pushing the tip of his finger just past her folds. "What are you doing?" Elsa nearly yelped. Griping his arm for support. Her eyes widen slightly. "Would you like me to stop?" He asked. She let out a small "No."
"Would you like to get more comfortable?" Elsa nodded. He helped her as she moved to the center of her bed, laying back. Her white-blonde hair sprawled out over the pillows. Hans hovered over her. Taking a moment to let his green eyes roam over her. She truly was breathtaking. Back to the task at hand, he trailed his hand down her side. She shivered as he continued down to her hip. "Lift your hips" he apprised as he grabbed the fabric of her underwear, pulling it down her legs. Tossing it to the floor. Not caring where it land. Finally he sees her in her entirety. The area between her thighs was covered by a patch of light blonde curls. The pink flesh of her vulva stood out against her alabaster skin. He felt his arousal grow in his loins at the sight of her, at the mere thought of what they were about to do. He couldn't hold back any longer. His hand trailed down until her found her clitoris gently caressing with his thumb. Elsa involuntarily flinched at the touch Despite her chilled skin; here, she was warm to the touch. As he continued his ministrations. Moving his ttumb up and down. Elsa let out a breathy sigh. Moving his hand away, he put his fingers in his mouth, coating them in his saliva. Back to her clitoris, he rubbed her nub in a circular motion. Elsa grimaced a the touch, shutting her eyes, letting out another breathy sigh. His saliva coated fingers felt slick against her nub. Hans continued to move his figures in a circular motion, occasionally, running his fingers over her outer lips. Elsa let out more breathy sighs as her skin began to tingle. Hans brushed the tip of his index finger at Elsa's entrance. Elsa instinctively moved forward at the touch. Hans slowly pushed his finger inside her. Elsa's eyes opened as she gasped. She her knees moving inward as she felt the urge to press her legs together. Hans gently placed his other hand on Elsa's abdomen as he cooed at her, "Relax, Elsa. I'll be gentle" Elsa nodded her head slightly, eyes tightly shut. He caressed her abdomen to soothe her as he continued to slowly move his finger forward. He felt her slick walls clench and unclenched as he moved slowly. Elsa let out a whimper and turned he head to the side once his finger reached a barrier. That's as far as he'll go for now, she still wasn't ready. Hans slowly withdrew his finger and Elsa whimpered again at the lost of contact. Her hips instinctively moved forward Hans moved his finger in again, careful not to touch Elsa's hymen. He had to get her ready first. Hans moved his finger slowly in and out of her, trying to create a rhythm. Elsa was panting slightly, cheeks flushed, her walls clenching and unclenching around his finger as he did so. His finger glistened in the moonlight, covered in Elsa's arousal.
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