Elsa sat in her chair, watching.

Oh.

And a good 'oh' as well.

"More grunting," she whined, "I like the grunting."

Hans paused, sweat pouring down his body, "I still don't see why you enjoy this…"

His sometimes lover laughed.

Currently, Hans was on the floor, working out. He had just reached 100 push-ups when his date chimed in that she wanted to keep watching. So he had said a quick, "yes my queen" and continued.

Elsa giggled, for real this time, "Are you uncomfortable, Mr. Westerguard?"

Oh, she was acting so innocent. But Hans saw right through that. It wasn't particularly difficult, given what she was wearing.

"Extremely," he replied. She giggled again, running her stockinged feet up his sweating chest.

"I don't understand, Mr. Westerguard. I have granted you food, a place to sleep," She smirked. They had spent the night together. It had felt so naughty. Unlike the times when Elsa had been sleeping in his bed, she was in control.

The queen could not deny it was fun to give orders again. What was previously her worst nightmare (Hans returning to Arrendelle) was something of a distant memory. The man before her was-

"Mr. Westerguard, what do you think you're doing?" She asked giddily.

"Oh, nothing," He ran his hands up her stockings to the garters holding them up, "Just checking on my queen's security."

She giggled again. Oh, this was nice. The queen adjusted her corset. Oh. Naughty.

Hans took in the sight before him. He was the most fortunate man in the world. Elsa, fully dressed, was stunning. When she decided to dress sexy, no true man could stand a chance. Her skin was perfect- perfect and her hair was always well groomed (ignoring the scar from the scalping, of course, which, in his opinion, just made her that much more precious). Her neck was designed for sensuality. Back when she was his servant, he had gone for the obvious targets; her breasts and ass. But now that he was hers he appreciated the fine art of pleasuring her neck. No words could describe the deep sense of accomplishment that he gained from the sounds she made, or how she moved. Continuing down her body he came to- wait, why did he prefer the neck? Hans shook his head. Elsa was so soft, and he had wrapped his hands around her chest last night. Elsa knew how much he appreciated her chest, and willingly pushed herself into him. Impossibly, her stomach was toned. It made no sense. He religiously trained to keep his body strong, as evidenced by the sweat that soaked his shirt, but his queen had a leisurely life of bureaucracy, yet retained her firm stomach. His head bowed to her waist, reveling in the fact that he and he alone, was allowed that close to his queen.

And Anna, if rumors were to be believed. He chose not to believe those rumors.

Which brought him back to her legs. Long, smooth, firm things he could run his mouth along for hours. Her stockings fit them perfectly.

Currently she was in a corset he hadn't seen before, flowers along the bust and waist. Ribbons dangled from the tops of her thighs. So sweet, and so sexy, he couldn't take his eyes off her.

The two had spent the evening together, discussing possible solutions to their mutual problems. Elsa, though not the focus of the Westerguard pirates, did what she could to alleviate some of her lover's fears. She was not going to just ignore the problem, and yes, she would listen to his advice and address her council accordingly. Hans, though not the focus of the Southern Isles queen, did his best to alleviate the concerns of his lover. No, he had no real idea on what the situation was, but he guaranteed he wouldn't just run away.

Discussion had turned to dinner, and dinner had turned to cuddling. Elsa was particularly glad she had gotten him a collection of silk shirts. They were so much more comfortable. She could trace her fingers through them for hours.

"I have to go change now," Hans said breathlessly. His shirt was drenched with sweat, "Believe it or not, my queen, I am not a tireless machine."

He kissed her cheek. She reached up and pulled him back for a real kiss.

"Somehow, Mr. Westerguard, I do not believe that."

Cuddling was nice, but other things were just plain, what was the word?

"Oh."

Yeah, that one.

"Good day, my queen," he tried to get up again.

"NO!" She laughed, wrapping her arms around him, "I am ordering you to finish the job, Mr. Westerguard!"

There was a knock at the door. Suddenly, the mood died.

"Your Highness, Councilor Miller is here for you."

Illyana. It was like she had a radar for Elsa's happiness. She rolled her eyes.

"Or what?" She demanded. Sometimes, it was nice to be the one giving orders. The hall was silent for a moment before the two started arguing with each other over what to do. No doubt Councilor Miller was insisting on his right to see her, and Illyana was insisting on ruining all her fun.

Hmm….

"My queen," whispered Hans, "You may want to put on a dress or something."

She shrugged. The arguing outside continued. Finally, Elsa threw open the door. Councilor Miller gasped and averted his eyes. Illyana turned green with poisonous envy. Esla simply smirked.

"What do you want, Illyana?"

"Your Highness," Said Councilor Miller behind his hands, "We are most concerned with the amount of time you are spending the Protector."

"He's my protector," She hissed, "Do you want your queen away from her protector?"

"It's not that," He insisted, "It's… Hans is so bad! He's the worst individual! He is sly, manipulative, vain, and arrogant!"

"He's just Hans!" Elsa snarled, "And you! What do you want?"

"Oh, you know what I want…" She licked her lips. Ew. The servant girl was not going down without a fight, a fact her mistress understood completely. She could still remember the constant state of awareness, how exposed a Westerguard's servant always felt, and her inclination to seek out her Protector. Elsa was no longer his servant, but his master.

"Too bad."

Illyana stepped forward, narrowing her eyes, "You have no comprehension what's happening, do you? You're just some stupid little girl who doesn't even know what this is about…"

"Whatever this is, is over. Illyana, pack your bags. You're going to live with Mr. Westerguard."

Hans made an awkward squawking sound. Elsa held up her hand, silencing him.

Illyana smirked, then looked over her mistress' shoulder and made a little wave and Hans.

"No, not him. He's mine. Yours. Baragor Westerguard."

Illyana's eyes went wide, "No… no, you can't! He's a pirate!"

"Prove it," Elsa said skeptically, "Westerguards are so duplicitous it's hard to prove anything about them," She drew closer, "What? You're not… afraid are you?"

Illyana's eyes went wide with absolute fear, "…you know what they'll do to me..."

Elsa bit her lip. She did not like Illyana- at all, but even so, it was hard to excuse sending her into the den of those beast men. Having suffered at their hands herself, the queen knew what they would do. Her hand went to her hair-line where a deep scar still prominently lay. Even Hans had been unable to protect her, let alone she protect herself. And that was not even counting the evening one had broken into her room. She still had nightmares about that.

Besides being a minor annoyance, and trying to expose/embarrass her, Illyana had done nothing wrong.

Oh.

And she had conspired with the Westerguards to bring down Arrendelle… attacked her sister's reputation… the list went on. Still, was it truly fair to send her on a one-way trip into the lair of blood-thirsty pirates?

"Please…" She said quietly. The servant looked terrified, "Please."

"…we're done here."

Elsa slammed her door in her enemies' faces. She couldn't allow herself to doubt anymore. She no longer had the power. After all this time, she was still powerless.

Hans walked over quietly. He put his arms around her, waited a moment, the kissed the top of her head where the scar was. He stopped, listening to her breath, once, twice… before kissing her again. Instinctively, the man sensed that something was wrong with his woman, but not much could be done about it. The two stood there, Elsa angry and undressed, and Hans doing his best to sooth her.

Finally, she let out a huff, "Well, that just ruined all my fun!"

Hans let his eyebrow slip upwards but said nothing.

"What?!" She demanded.

"Nothing," He said smoothly, kissing the top of her head again. He kept his lips there, waiting until-

She relaxed into him, taking a long, slow breath. His queen let out a grumbling sound he couldn't quite understand, so the Westerguard simply agreed, told her she obviously knew what she was doing, and that the problem was that no one else was as eager as he to hear her opinion on the subject.

This earned him happy rumbling noises.

Hans smirked. His lover was not easily placated, but that didn't mean he wouldn't try. Hans started on her back, rubbing up and down, very, very slowly. He needed to get as much tension out of her as possible.

Then he went to the shoulders, releasing as much there, rubbing deep, firm, like iron.

"Would you like me to call your spa friend?"

Elsa shook her head. Hans smiled. He knew what she wanted. The two kissed, and he felt her return it just a bit. He kept letting his hands push her around a bit. She did want something a bit more vigorous.

"What do I have to do to get you naked?"

Whoops. That part just slipped out. Elsa laughed.

"Mr. Westerguard, no!"

He let out a sigh and released her. No did mean no.

"However… I am listening."

"Hmm… I just can't help but find myself extremely attracted to you," He spun the lace of that hung off the top of the corset's chest, "And I will therefore be too distracted during my meetings. I mean, really. What kind of Protector am I? You have my apologies."

"I want more than that," She said huskily. Elsa backed up, bringing Hans down onto her bed, "I want to be the moon again…"

"Um, about that," He said sheepishly, "I would rather…"

Her eyes went wide. What else would he want but to give her what she most desired? Besides… sex. Not to be too sexist, but he was a man, and they want one thing; sex.

Just sex.

"Talk."

Talk. Talk? TALK?!

"…excuse me?"

"No, it's not that, it's just- I- well."

He buried his head into her chest.

"This is a peculiar way of talking, yes," Elsa felt proud. She knew how much he adored her breasts. They were, for some reason, fascinating to men. A thrill swept through her as she realized where his mouth was… right by her heart. Again.

Sighing, Hans rose, "I like talking to you, my queen."

Her once-wide eyes went dark with anger, "Do you believe, Mr. Westerguard, I am giving this sort of privilege to anyone?"

"No," He whispered, "I just want to help you. I feel selfish when I do that to you. Like I'm stealing away whatever's left of your freedom."

"Do it to me?" She stood there glaring, "You want to talk?"

"I want you to feel like you can talk to me about what's bothering you."

"Because you're trustworthy?"

"No, because you deserve someone in your life that will listen to you, without fear," he stated matter-of-factly.

"I have Anna."

"Then why don't you go talk to Anna?" He rubbed his forehead, "Unless there are things you can't share with her?! I want to help you through this; what's wrong?"

"I don't know," She rubbed her head, "I don't know what's going on out there. I mean, your mom wants to drop by, and Illyana is still around," She sighed, "Our relationship is awkward enough without another lover trying to make this a triangle. And I've never had to meet my lover's mom. What do you think I should do?"

"Do whatever you have to," Hans answered, "I'll do whatever I can to help."

"Anything?"

"Anything."

She smiled.

Much better.

"Well, there's one thing you've always done quite well. And I feel like I've talked quite enough."

"Yes, my queen," He stooped, kissing her, "Such a wonderful, beautiful, and wise queen. It's an honor to serve you."

"Absolutely, buster," She giggled as his tongue flicked her earlobe. He continued to kiss her. Last night, things had gotten a bit derailed. Although Elsa had been in a flirtatious mood, Hans could sense she wasn't ready to be together. But now she was definitely in the mood.

Elsa, for being the 'perfect girl' had her little tells. She would shake her head, as if saying no or draw her arms against her hips. Sometimes the queen would give nothing more than a brief physical go-ahead. A man had to pay attention to her closely to know what was okay, and when. Hans was that man. With patience, and cunning, he had sniffed them out. It was definitely worth it.

Elsa sighed as his lips met her throat. He loved that sound. Again. Another sigh.
Hans stayed for a moment to just stare at her. As much as he hated to admit it…

"Elsa?"

"Hmmm…?"

He felt it. Like a wave rolling over him. All the pent-up, backed-up emotions hit him like a tidal wave. Here was the woman he needed, someone who had shown him kindness when he didn't deserve kindness, attention when he had been shunned by his own family, and understanding when he understood nothing. And once he had lost it all, she was still here. Elsa gave him food, a home, and a mission. He couldn't bear her not knowing what she meant to him, regardless of the cost.

"I am in l- um, I like you, a lot."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Hans rose and left. Elsa remained prone for a moment, thinking things over. At least he hadn't told her he loved her. That would have been a real problem. But still, she was surprised over his will-power. Although it was true that he had previously shown restraint, Elsa was surprised he hadn't tried anything last night. She wouldn't have stopped him.

And yet he had shown remarkable restraint. It concerned her. For quite some time now, she had known that Hans was hers- whether she liked it or not. But recently, she had noticed him acting distant. Which concerned her. Although in danger of giving herself a headache, Elsa was well-aware of one inescapable truth about him that Anna refused to see; he was useful.

He had fought off intruders, pirates, and any other men that had stood against her.

Furthermore, he had stabilized the government in her absence and organized the military. Twice, if she counted the eternal winter she had set off during her coronation.

So, on the gigantic scales of good vs evil, Hans came out good. Slightly. Sure, it was close at certain points, but technically he was on her side. And she needed him there.

But he was only on her side because he lusted after her, right?

Elsa rubbed her forehead, not allowing herself to consider whether he was doing this out of something other than evil, self-centered malice. There had been a time or two when she had considered it, but no, Hans had to have an ulterior motive, right?

But try as she might, even the intelligence of one as gifted as the queen could not find it. That was far more terrifying to her than anything else, and she found it extremely difficult to come to terms with. If Elsa honestly believed Hans had something going on, it would be easier for her to deal with him. Instead, the only conclusion she could reach was that he worked for her because he truly wanted to.

Even after all the experiences she had gone through…. This was not a situation she knew how to handle.

In retrospect, she was comfortable with a greedy Hans. Greed was an easy motivation to understand and counteract. But not only was he obedient, he was downright submissive, or supportive, whatever. She needed Anna to help her see straight, but, unfortunately her sister could only see red when it came to the Protector. Which was truly unfortunate, because at this moment, Elsa needed her sister more than ever.

Sighing, Elsa rose. Half dressed, or half naked, depending on one's point of view. She needed to end this squabble, at least for the time being.