Elsa stormed into the room. Oh, seriously?
The council had decided to start their meeting without her. She could hear Hans stating that not all members were in attendance. (He was being uncharacteristically calm.)
She burst through the door, face full of rage.
"Shut up, and sit down!" She screamed.
The council members exchanged worried glances. As well they should.
"Your Excellency," Began Councilor Miller.
"Queen Elsa," She corrected him.
He exchanged a nervous glance with Councilor Glock before stating, "You're not technically a queen, Your Excellency."
That was a mistake.
"Excuse me?" Elsa shook her head in frustration, "I… cannot believe the nerve you people have!"
Hans was sitting rigid, professional.
"We're happy to see you, your Excellency, but-"
She laughed bitterly, "You're happy to see me?! Let me tell you a secret, you cowardly, sniveling dogs," She ignored the indignant look on the faces, "I said that we should look for Anna before jumping to conclusions. This council ignored me and brought in a Westerguard," She spit the name like a curse, "Who, in turn, lied to me and this council about my sister's location, and brought in anotherWesterguard ," Hans stared straight ahead obediently, "I instructed this council to allow this man," She jabbed an accusatory finger at him, "To go ahead with his plan. This council ignored me again! And signed a highly illegal document with the same pirates who would then go on to attack this sovereign nation, that's right," She wheeled on Hans, letting the anger she'd been building up out, "We are a free people; not your slaves," She continued, "and now you have the downright belligerence to allow yourselves the undue authority to decide what kind of name to call me?!"
A few names to call her popped into their minds, but none of them would say them. Not to her face, anyways. After the meeting was adjourned, they would take it out in the hallways.
Instead, the group looked to Hans. After all, he was a prince, and he would no doubt report this kind of rebellion back to the capital.
Looking around, he rose in a dignified manner, cleared his throat, and asked a question; "Is there anything you would like to discuss with your council, Queen Elsa?"
After that, things went marvelously her way. She had a lot of ideas for change, specifically the dress code for women. After about three hours of yelling at her council the queen(?) dismissed the group.
"Not you," She ordered Hans, "You stay."
He nodded and stood at attention.
The doors were shut, and the two were given some space. After all, this could be military related, and eavesdropping on that would be considered treason.
Elsa clenched her eyes shut hard. So much had happened in the last twenty-four hours, it was hard to wrap her mind around it all. At this point, she was running more on instinct than was healthy. She turned to her Protector.
His face was blank. He stood at attention without wavering. Whatever was going through his mind was impossible to determine.
Well, if he wouldn't share what he was thinking, she would share was she was.
Slap.
Oh, that felt good. Her hand stung, and she awkwardly balanced trying to recover from hitting someone, but it felt really, really good.
With the same impassivity, he asked, without guile, "Your Highness?"
That earned him another slap. Months and months of sexual harassment, coupled with various frustrations crept to the surface.
"Do you know," Her voice cracked, "What you did to me?"
He swallowed guiltily, but stared straight ahead.
"You," She shook her head, "Did things to me. Ripped parts of me away in return for what was already mine. And after last night," Her eyes clenched shut. She hoped that giving it up and letting him take her wouldn't affect her as deeply as it was, but…
She went to the window, "And you're expecting what, a thank you?"
"No ma'am. I'm the Protector of Arrendelle, I don't require thanks. Simply allowing me to serve-"
"Shut. Up."
The warning was clear. She walked back over to slap him again but ran out of will power. She let herself drop and started crying. He caught her.
"You monster," She said over and over.
He gently stroked her back, listening.
"You did things to me, and now I feel… different. Empty," She rubbed her lower stomach, "here. And you did all this knowing I hadn't been with a man yet. I was a virgin. I'd always been a good girl," She explained, "I never touched boys or flirted at all and you-"
His hug tightened and she no longer felt like talking.
"Elsa, if I were to do it all again, I'd do it right," He said.
"What do you mean?" she hoped her voice didn't sound as small to him as it did to her. He kissed her. Elsa felt gross. Didn't boys just take whatever they wanted and abandon their girls? Her father had made all sorts of rules, promising to return to her, and he never did. And Hans and Anna-
Her servant released her, and she breathed, slowly. This deserved another slap, but she was too emotionally drained. She instead settled for resting her head against his chest. Listening to his heart beating, she snickered. So… he had one after all.
He kissed her again, but this time in the crook of her neck, slowly, "Elsa. I didn't just want you; I needed you. If you'd read my file you'd know I wasn't… I'm not a good person. But you: you helped save me from myself. And at your own expense. When you had no reason to trust me, when you had every reason to hate me, you saved me. Thank you."
"Is that it? Is that all you had to offer…?" She whined. Surely, that wasn't all he would give her in return for her honor. An explanation she had already guessed at, partially, and an apology, "Do what right?"
He moved against her. Her body, so used to being molded against him relaxed. This was a familiar scenario, if not one she particularly approved of. He pet her slowly, sensually, calming her down and making her feel as though she weren't just a thing to be used and tossed aside.
"Oh, Hans," She said. It's wasn't approval, nor disapproval.
His face pressed into her breast, "I can't do this to you. It's wrong."
Wonderful feelings flooded her. The shame of her actions was pressed away. Technically she wasn't doing anything. Technically Hans was forcing her: using his wiles, his strength, his emotional manipulations.
Technically she could still be the good girl she always saw herself as, even if it meant wrapped her hands around the back of his neck to keep him there.
"Fix this, Hans. I feel so hollow."
"Yes, my queen."
Oh, that felt good. His mouth fit into the valley between her breasts. He started kissing her, and murmuring indistinctly.
His mouth opened and he pushed deeper, swallowing empty flesh. Then, Elsa started, almost fainting as he sucked the area directly next to her heart. It felt like he was pulling strength directly from her.
"Hans, Hans, Hans…" She tried to scold him, but it came out differently than that, and not in a good way, "Hans….!"
His hands pushed up her skirt, and she couldn't find it in her to speak. Every thud of her heart, her blood disappeared, caught up into the constant pulse of his mouth.
"Huh…"
It rested about her thighs. And alarm went off in the back of her brain as the cold air struck her-
"Elsa," He said, reverently.
"Hans, what you've done to me is unforgiveable. I hate you, I've always hated you. You're nothing but a low-life monster who steals from the weak, hoping they don't realize how weak you truly are. I'm done with you, I'm done with this."
That's the speech she had planned out, really. But all that came out was, "More!"
He obeyed immediately. Hans pulled her dress down until her chest was completely free. His hands went up the inside of her long dress and found purchase on her underwear. He released her heart long enough to emit a long, low growl.
The ripping sound shocked Elsa. This was going very, very quickly.
"Hans," She said gasping. Okay, time to take a second to think here. She was still at least a little angry with him. Besides which, she had a lot to do now that she was free to do as she wished like, like, "More…"
Anna.
"My poor queen," He said, beginning to enter her once more.
"Stop!" She ordered. He stopped. Elsa took a second to get her wits about her. What would Anna think if she saw this? What would Anna do?
"….my queen?" He asked, confused.
Elsa looked deep into her lover's eyes, "Hans, do you want me?"
"You know I do, my queen."
She braced herself, "No. I'm saying no. Do you understand?"
A dark look crossed his features. Then he nodded before pulling back, "I am your Protector, my queen. Will there be anything else?"
Elsa straightened her dress, "No, thank you. You're dismissed."
He left the room quietly. Elsa let out a breath. Oh my. She had to stop before things got really out of hand. And now she knew that if she told him to stop, Hans would.
"For now," She muttered to herself.
A.N. I do not have the next chapter ready, but if you read and review…
Okay, here's the problem; 'cause I was reading 'The Thaw' so much, these chapters are super, super sexual, and that's not appropriate. So I gotta insert some more plot.