a.n. Warning! This chapter contains sex stuff. If you find yourself uncomfortable, do not read. Yes, the next chapter is done, and yes, I will be posting it almost immediately. If you are worried about any significant plot points here it is;

they have sex.

the end.

Also; the next few chapters were written, mentally, whilst I was working through a fanfic called 'The Thaw' by Starstorm0m319.

...oh my. The Thaw. It did things to my brain. Made me into a mushy Helsa shipper instead of a hard-core Iceburns man! Curse 'The Thaw' and it's warm goodness!

Questions? No. Okay, on with the story...

When Anna was very small, she used to play with this toy. It was a flier; just a pair of wings and a stick. She'd twirl it back and forth and back and forth until it burst free. Elsa would never be free.

Not like that flier.

Because no matter how far it flew, it always found it's way back into someone's hands. It was, after all, just a toy for its owner.

Elsa undressed herself. There were a few rules about where and when she was allowed to change out of her garb, but given the circumstances, she felt as though Hans would allow it. She slipped out of her outer clothes and took a critical look at her under-garments. After a moment of hesitation, they followed the outfit to the floor.

She shivered in the room. It was much colder than she had anticipated. More than ever, she missed her power. It could protect her when she couldn't protect herself. It had protected her when she couldn't protect herself. But it was gone now.

She almost smirked at the insanity of it all. Since she was a child she had wished for nothing more than to be free of her curse. Now, as an adult, she was free of it, but nothing else. Her power, it seemed, was not unlimited. Freezing Arrendelle twice had drained away whatever it was that powered her. In retrospect, it made sense; no mere human could contain limitless power. But simultaneously, she wondered if she hadn't wronged herself by always holding back.

Well, the time for that was over. Hans… Hans was on his way now. Elsa was so attuned to him; she could practically feel his ears burning in embarrassment. To be so put down by someone he had shown mercy to was unthinkable.

She swallowed nervously. Hans never, never gave. He always took. Months upon months of demeaning work, and her sister had undone all of that in a matter of minutes.

Whatever the big announcement was, it wasn't going to be a good thing. Hans was a lying, thieving sociopath who did whatever he wanted. Now that he was humiliated, he needed something, or someone, to channel his rage into.

Elsa knew who that had to be.

Once more, she found herself terrified by something she had to do for him. Terrified, and a bit of… something else. Of course, no proper princess thought about dark corners and hushed feelings; there was no place for those in her life. No, she was a good girl. Or trying to be a good girl. But life was hard on a good girl.

A loud cheering noise rose as whatever plot Hans had contrived went into full swing.

Elsa didn't care.

This was no longer a battle for her kingdom. She couldn't save her people. She couldn't even say she had a people. The more the woman thought about it, the dumber she felt for allowing herself to sink into the delusion that she could stand up to Hans.

He could be slaughtering innocents for all she knew. Perhaps he had just announced exactly what Elsa had truly been up to; selling her body for his pleasure, and now Anna would hate them both forever. Maybe… maybe…

It no longer mattered. Elsa would save her sister.

The sounds of revelry mattered little. Only the sound of the door creaking open.

Elsa's heart fell.

She could not make out his face. Hans was… dark. His intentions obscured. She hoped the fact that she was here, and naked, would make it clear she was finally ready to relent.

He didn't move. Fine.

Crossing the room, the ex-queen took a brave breath before placing a hopeful kiss against his lips. He didn't quite react. Elsa felt more fear creeping into her.

What if he didn't want her anymore? Game over. She lost. Anna lost. Arrendelle lost.

She was about to kiss him again when he turned away.

"No!" She cried as he went to the door.

And shut it.

"…oh."

He caught her up in his arms and returned the kiss, passionately.

"Do you still want me?" She asked in a quiet voice. His throat rumbled. As close as he was going to get to saying, 'yes'.

She kissed him again, backing up towards the bed.

"If you want me, take me," She ordered. He said nothing. Laying there, Elsa took a moment to brace herself. This was it. After this, she had virtually nothing; no money, no kingdom, no authority. Just her body.

She came back to her senses as Hans was talking to her. Sweet things; most likely lies.

"I'm ready," She affirmed. But she wasn't. Her whole body, top to bottom, tensed. Her toes clenched as her calves started to wobble. Her knees had been locked so hard they cracked. Her thighs were like pieces of iron as she felt him begin.

A unique pain from the pressure started.

Elsa wondered for a moment if he was doing it right. There was no way she should be feeling this much discomfort. She wanted to stop- wanted it to stop, but knew the consequences if she did so. Instead, she grabbed her invader's shoulder and prayed it go quickly.

Agony.

Sheer agony.

"Ngh!"

He ripped right through her. She thought, briefly, of his sword, how it had almost cut her in twain, and wondered if men were just instruments of cruelty and war.

There was blood. Everywhere. More poured out of her than she could believe.

She bit back the scream as he torturously entered her. The sadist. He must have enjoyed her pain, because he moved so, so slowly.

He paused. The monster. She could hear him muttering, kissing her face, but she was preoccupied with swallowing the pain. Elsa was well-accustomed to internalizing her feelings. Physically, she'd never suffered anything like this before (and been awake for it) and found it difficult to continue.

He pulled out.

Relief.

She thought for a moment before he entered against, scraping his new-found territory painfully; again.

"Agh!"

He stopped.

"Elsa!" He said promptly, "….do- you- want me- to stop!?"

He wasn't joking around, or moving at all.

Her body finally fell slack. She just gave up.

"…no. Please. Please finish this."

He stroked her face, "I don't have to if you don't want this."

Her mind, flush with adrenaline, emitted a giggle, "Please don't stop."

Elsa collapsed. Nothing mattered anymore. No more fighting, no more resistance. Just let it go. He started moving again, slowly, carefully, as not to damage her anymore than necessary. What was the point of women doing this?

Oh.

"Oh."

That… sensation was different. Much different. And far more enjoyable. And-

"Oh!" That was nice too.

Oh, okay, this was actually, not so, really, this felt much better. Elsa started listening to her body; the more she fought, the more her body fought. And fighting hurt. But bending just a bit…

"Ah!" Hans sighed as she bent.

She giggled again, this time happily. It was rare for his Holy Protector of Pure Light Vanquishing Evil or whatever his title was now to make a sound like that, but she felt accomplishment for getting it from him.

She did it again.

"Ah! Elsa…."

The sensation of warmth grew. Thinking back to her childhood, Elsa remembered that toy flier Anna used to play with. She would spin it faster and faster and faster until it flew from her hands, free into the sky.

Hans was moving too slow, now. Seriously, let's get this going, Mighty Protector!

"Faster," She demanding, bending again. He obeyed. Good boy. She sighed, feeling the power of him, but ignored whatever pleasantries he whispered in her ear, so consumed by the image of the flier, twirling and twirling, faster and faster and faster…

Now, really, Westerguard was still being a bit sluggish. He took his time, making sure his lover was comfortable, and unharmed. He knew that at the beginning she was having trouble and-

She bent again, spinning under his grasp, moving faster and faster.

"Elsa, if you keep doing that…"

"Faster!" She demanded, remembering how the flier would spin until it was out of control, slipping from the female grasp-

"Aaaaaah…" Hans had stopped moving.

What? Why? More. Elsa wanted more.

She shoved him a bit to show her disapproval. He simply responded by kissing her ear, her cheek and her neck.

…he wasn't getting the hint.

"Hans, more…" She said, bending again. But he wasn't moving. Again.

Seriously?!

He slipped off her. Elsa bolted up, more awake and alive than she'd been in her whole life. It was like whatever vitality was in him entered her.

"Hans?" She questioned, "Um… what do we do next? I mean, like, I'm thinking we need to talk, but if you don't want to talk, we don't have to, because we can just continue doing what we were doing. Which is what I think you want. I mean… master. You want that, right? It's what you've been after, I assume. I mean, if you stick a hand up a girl's skirt, and play with her, and suck on her breasts, it shows interest."

She continued talking for a few minutes before realizing Hans was asleep.

Yes, he'd been up for days. And, yes, she realized he had not been getting enough rest lately. But during conversation?! Seriously?!

Elsa felt deep indignation, and lay against his side, staring at his face, railing against him for nodding off while all these questions were in her mind.