The next few days were kind of humiliating for Elsa. Hans harassed her. When he wasn't busy arming the military, initiating policies, or in a meeting with her cabinet, the Protector would stop by to see his favorite servant doing what "she did second-best on her hands and knees" wearing an outfit he approved of.
"Gr..." Elsa's frustrations hit a peak. This was ridiculous! Her skirt was way too short, and her bodice was way too tight. She felt like a piece of fruit getting squeezed between two fingers. Hans always found ways to find her wherever she was, and talk. It's not so much what he said, so much as how he said it. The prince would spend ten minutes describing a bookshelf using a tone and details that made the ex-queen blush redder and redder each passing moment, feeling like an exposed nerve whenever he was around.
Of course, he ordered her to hide her identity for both their sakes, but still. It would be nice to go a day or two without him there... teasing her.
"Jo," He ordered, while he put his hands on her shoulders, slowly, slowly... rubbing them against her. It looked comforting until she saw what it did to her blouse.
"Yes master?" She queried in a trembling tone. This was beneath her and they both knew it. She was queen, and had the power to kill at her fingertips. He had her dusting. With a feather-duster. What a waste!
"I just wanted to make sure you were comfortable with your job," He smirked, rubbing circles into her back.
"I... feel... capable..." She muttered. He laughed. This wasn't going to end anytime soon, was it?
"Good, because I think you're being underutilized. A... virile young woman like you? You ought to be doing something a bit more..." He paused, leaning in, pulling her up to his face, "strenuous."
Elsa blushed, but decided she had to stop him before it went too far. After his brothers had laid waste to her political standing, hunting her, and almost getting her raped to death by pirates, getting dressed up like some floozy was not high on her list of intolerable actions. But it was still there.
She was Queen Elsa of Arrendelle, and she demanded respect!
"Hans," She growled, "I don't want you to get the wrong impression here. What exactly do you want?"
Okay, not what she wanted to tell him, but that would work.
"I want a reason..." He paused, looking far away. It was the same look he used to get on his face, but this time, less fear. No chanting of smoke, death, fire, and blood, but of softness, warmth... love?
"Whatever your reasoning, I am late for a chore you gave me," She brushed passed him. They could discuss her personal space another day...
"Change in plans," Hans said. She paused, "I want you," He explained, drawing her in. He tried to kiss her lips again, but only hit her cheek. He smirked, "Playing hard to get, eh? Well, I don't mind playing myself. What do you want, Elsa?"
"Respect."
The two stood there for a moment. She could see the gears turning in his head, but had no idea what he might be thinking.
"Very well. From now on, when you're off-duty, you may wear whatever you wish. And no one else is to make any comment on your uniform," He frowned, "They are to be informed that you wear it at my pleasure, and that it is a symbol of your service to me."
This was far from the victory she had wanted, but... but at least she could dress sensibly when he wasn't around. Plus, she wouldn't be getting grief from any other staff members now.
Besides, there was the chance that Hans had an actual reason for wanting her to look like this. It gave her greater mobility, plus... it drew attention away from... er, well, her face, actually.
Hans ran his hands through her hair- which had just started to reclaim its former length, "And if anyone, and I mean anyone," He clutched her locks possessively, "gives you trouble about it, you let me know, understood?"
"Yes, master," She bowed and made her way out.
Hans stood there, kicking himself. He wanted so much more, but... but to take her by force would be something his enemies did.
So he had to give her very, very good reasons to come to him. But this 'respect' thing, how could he give her that? He respected her already, he just... really... really wanted her. Needed her. But if he gave her the option of saying 'no' what then? What if he laid himself before her and she just rejected him?
Hans did not like this train of thought. It made him seem weak, vulnerable. He would have Elsa, even if it killed him.