Hans sat at his desk. He was working as diligently as always, doing his best. The man hadn't slept since… well, sleep was self-indulgent anyways. He was a servant, or at least he hoped he was still her servant.

Elsa.

Well, that train of thought had pulled into the station a bit too quickly. And at the worst possible time. He was to focus on serving her, doing all he could for her. Not dwell on this soft… shapely…

"Oooooh."

No. No. Bad Hans. No more dreaming about putting Elsa in her place. He had enough of those when he was in prison. Looking back on it now, he could see that some elements of his dreams for conquering Arrendelle were a bit… sexual in nature.

"I have got to stop dreaming about those legs!" He snarled to himself, shoving another betrothal request to the side. None of them deserved her! None!

And the arrogance of them to believe they had some kind of right to speak to his queen! They should beg!

The Protector slammed his fist down on the table. He should teach them a lesson! He didn't need his whole army! Just one or two dozen men to invade, rip their nations apart and burn their homes to the ground! That will teach them!

…..

It took him a moment to realize how foolish he was being. Somewhere, in the vast pile of people who were now interested in the Southern Isles Port of Arrendelle was a man that would win her heart, and she would be happy.

And Hans would be miserable.

And that would be justice.

He just had to keep working. People were depending on him; his queen, his men, his second, everyone. He had to stop Baragor. He had to fight!

Then he would die, and that would be right! He could just see it now, wounded, bloody, he would fall at Elsa's feet. Anna was not there.

She would cradle him, forgive him, kiss him, just once, but in front of everybody!

Anna was not there.

His enemies defeated, and with him dying, the warrior, stuck in that zone between the living and the dead, could finally tell his lovely Valkyrie everything, without worry. He cared for her more deeply than his own life.

She would tell him he was a good man, and that she cared for him, and that his crimes didn't matter to her anymore. Elsa would stoop down, kiss him slowly, sensually, running that shy tongue of her across his bottom lip. It didn't touch him often, but when it made its appearance, it was always worth the wait.

She would hug him, and declare him her hero.

And finally, everybody would admit that he was a hero! Anna could be there for that part.

He would feel his life ebbing away, the guilt and pain flowing away with it. One last kiss. Or maybe another one after that, two for the road, three if she'd bring her tongue back into it, okay, so a small make-out session was now a part of this fantasy.

Screw it.

He'd take her one last time. Anna was not there. Or maybe she was, and he just didn't care.

Hans imagined having Elsa against the ground, her thin, lean body squirming. Yes, there was blood, but he could manage. It would totally be worth it!

Then he would be dead.

Hans rose and stretched. He was positively exhausted beyond measure. Turning, the Protector had the wonderful idea of lying down in his occupied bed.

…occupied?

"Hello, Mr. Westerguard…"

Hans let out a whimper. Her tongue darted out only slightly.

Elsa. Damn.

"My queen," He said stiffly.

"Elsa, my name is Elsa," She said matter-of-factly.

"But, my queen!"

She laughed, "Oh, Hans," She got up and walked to him, putting her arms around his waist. He was still wearing his silk shirt, "Anna was right. It's not okay to lord power over someone else."

He stood stone straight.

"Even me," She explained, waiting for him to catch her hint. He didn't. Fine, "I'm not going to keep you at arm's length anymore…" She pulled him in tighter.

"But, everything I did," He shook himself, pushing her away.

"You now realize was wrong?"

"Yes, my queen."

"And wish to do right?"

"Yes, my queen."

"And you're going to call me 'Elsa' when we're alone."

"Yes, my queen."

"Close enough."

She kissed him, and yes, the tongue made itself known. Hans moaned. She was his Valkyrie, an impossibly powerful ice queen that was unstoppable!

"Elsa," He whispered, "I want you, so bad!"

She giggled again.

"But I can't!"

Elsa huffed, "I knew it!"

"Wait!" He cried, "It's not what you think!"

She cocked her head at him, letting her hair drop away from her scar, "Take off your shirt?"

He did.

"Stop!" She said in an annoyed tone, "You're doing it again!"

"What?"

"You know the most annoying thing about sleeping with your boss?"

Hans took a minute to think. He had so many choices!

"Well, one of them is that it's really, really super hard to tell whether or not you're doing it for the boss, or yourself. I want you to want me, not to follow orders."

Hans looked confused. Elsa sighed, frustrated. This is what it was like when he was bossing her around and wanted her. So, she had to do things his way. And not in the murderess sense.

"I need you to talk."

"About?"

"Hans, I know about all the offers for marriage," She explained, "I've known for a while that holding such a profitable port under the care of the Southern Isles would bring a lot of unwanted attention."

Hans was silent.

"I also know what I want, and from whom I want it," She pulled him back down with her, "and I know that you want me. So why fight it?"

"Have you ever…" He sighed, "If we keep this up, something could happen to you…"

"Oh?" She smirked.

"Not that!" He blushed, "I mean, you could be shamed…"

She rolled her eyes.

"I'm serious!" He said, eyes flashing, "Do you know what they would say about you if they knew!"

"I don't know if you've realized this yet," Elsa snorted, "But I haven't exactly been subtle, you know?"

"Well…" He squirmed.

"Almost as if I was doing it on purpose…?"

"Wait, what?"

Elsa let out a surprisingly loud laugh, "I've all but told my council I'm screwing you on a regular basis, Hans. Even if they haven't seen you riding me like," She let out a distracted growl, "….anyways, the rumors are swirling. Let me," She kissed him again, "in. And let it go."

She made a compelling case.

"Elsa," He said, "…do you know what you're doing?"

She looked afraid for a moment, but nodded. Whatever it was that worried her was left unspoken.

Hans fell onto his bed, kissing his lover. He missed her terribly, and couldn't be more thrilled to hear that she wanted him too. He needed her. This, what was happening now in the privacy of his room, was the two of them, together.

Nobody else got to have that.

Hans felt that familiar surge of emotions. Happiness, guilt, surprise, lust… it all boiled down to one thing. And it was the one thing that was the worst possible thing for both of them;

Hans loved Elsa.

He had denied his feelings for long enough; Fighting his attraction, fighting to look tough, fighting to keep his power. He had surrendered those all long ago when he realized how much she meant to him. And every day he fell a little more in love.

It wasn't what he'd been promised from the fairy tales. Okay, yes, she was magical and all, but it wasn't as though he'd seen her and, bam, wanted to marry her. It took time. Each day he spent caring for her, learning new things. Elsa liked flowers, but only a little bit. She had her little tells he had to slowly adjust to. She definitely liked to deny him, or at least to make a point that she retained that right.

Her tongue, the little sounds she made, even the scar on her forehead. It was all her, and all of it was his. She wasn't his toy anymore. In a way, she had never been just that to him. He needed her, not just as an object, but as his very soul.

Hans loved Elsa.

He loved her enough not to tell her. It would ruin everything. For all her good-will, Elsa had to be free from him. It was impossible for him to be free from her though. Telling her would only destroy the relationship. Anna could tell her, Elsanna and all that.

Hans found his way to that lovely neck.

"Oh Anna!" Elsa moaned. Hans groaned.

"Really?"

His lover giggled again.

"When're you gonna let that go?" He growled.

She shrugged, "I can't believe my sister and I do that. I mean; we're both girls how do we…?"

Her hand went lower. Hans groaned again.

"How would I know?" He said smoothly.

"Undress me," She demanded hastily.

"I don't know if this is a good idea," he said, "Something could happen to you…"

"Oh," She bit her lip, "I know what's going to happen; I'm going to fly."

"…huh?"

"Never mind- more with the undressing!" She pressed against him eagerly, "You don't know how hard it was for me, telling Anna. But now she knows about us, and we don't have to hide from her anymore!"

"She doesn't like me," Hans said, trying his best not to sound whiny.

"Good!" Elsa smirked, "You two used to be engaged. I don't want any old flames being reignited."

"Never, my queen," He answered. Hans, after undressing Elsa, was being quite shy. He hadn't really removed any clothes himself, "Although, as your Protector, I must caution you."

"Hans, I know what I'm doing!" She insisted, "Now if you could give me a hand here…"

"Uh, I just remembered, I have a uh, report to date for the navy…" Her lips met his neck and his mind went blank for a moment or two, "Wait, what?"

Elsa bent a little, "I know you want me."

"Elsa stop!" He rose, "I can't be with you! You know this!" He stomped across the room, "What if you're impregnated!?"

A look of anger and hurt crossed her face, "So?"

Hans was floored, "…what?"

Elsa huffed, annoyed, "You know what I find so disgusting about men? They want all the fun of a girl, but none of the responsibility. Most any man in the kingdom would lay with me, I know that now. But how many of them would actually take responsibility for that, hmmm…?"

"Any man would marry you."

"But would they give me a child?" She sounded… odd, "That's the thing. You want all the fun parts, but none of the actual responsibility of making love to me."

Hans, shocked, ignore her use of the 'L' word.

"I cannot marry you, you must have suspected this."

Elsa leaned forward, biting her nails until she was ready to respond, "The truth is…" She had to make a choice here. She decided on telling Hans what was really in her heart, "I want a child."

Hans was floored. He literally fell over.

"…what?"

"I want a child. I want to have sex with you. You want sex with me, but no child. I'm not happy about that," She said with some bitterness. To his credit, Hans silently rose and walked over to her on the bed. He put a warm arm around her, "Elsa, I'm sorry. You know that I can never stay with you. It's not fair to you, or the child."

She looked away, "What's not fair is screwing an innocent girl, then pulling away when she gets serious."

Hans kissed her hand. They sat in silence for a moment.

"Elsa. Are you sure? There's no going back," He looked her straight in the eyes.

He didn't have to though. There was no fear there for him to find, "There never has been for us."

He lay her down, disrobing.

It was different this time. The first time they were together, they were both anxious and afraid. The time after that, Elsa had tortured Hans. In a way, the balance of power between the two just kept swinging back and forth too rapidly for either of them to get control.

But not this time.

Everything was calm- neither in a particular rush to be anywhere, or do anything but devote themselves to the person with them. Hans knew Elsa, inside out. Before, she had insisted he start fast and brutal.

"Make it hurt," Was her request, but no longer. They started slowly, so, so slowly. Protector nor queen feared the reprisals of their people; Hans, for he had none, and Elsa, because she no longer cared. Words didn't matter. Time didn't matter. They were together, they were one.

She groaned.

Before now, she was always somewhere else during their time together, as if trying to get away from her problems. But this time… it was different.

Elsa no longer felt alone. Hans was here. Hans… cared for her. His actions made that obvious. He could not love her, though. If he did… things might be different. Maybe she couldn't love him. But she could love the child he would give her.

"Faster."

She no longer felt the pain. Before, she needed it, needed punishment for the guilt she'd carried for so long. Needed something to remind her she was broken, used, unappreciated. Even her climax felt uncomfortable.

"Oh!"

No more. Now she felt freer than she'd been in her life. Elsa bent into him, allowing herself to trust him just a little bit more, knowing he would hurt her. And, for once, the idea didn't scare her.

She was no longer afraid, ashamed, or alone.

Hans stroked Elsa's loose hair from her face. It had fallen loose when he'd sped up, and stuck there due to her perspiration. He felt proud that he got to see her like this.

She was so beautiful.

Although any single man of Arrendelle could truthfully call her beautiful, there was something about being with her here, now, that caused her to shine. This was not lost on him. He could spend hours watching her. And now here she was, with him, asking the impossible; to have a piece of him, and a piece of her together, forever.

Even though he could never tell her he loved her, didn't change that truth. She chose him.

They moved as one.

"Hans?"

He nodded.

Elsa felt herself flying free again. She knew he wanted her to talk, so she did, rolling against him, "I'm ready for you, Hans. You're my protector, my lover, and now I'm asking for more than that. And I need it from you," He went deeper. She ran her tongue along his neck to let him know she appreciated it, "oh, yes. That's nice. Deeper," He complied. It took the queen a moment to get her bearings. It was so distracting having him inside her, "I don't want those other princes- I don't care for them one bit. I chose you, over all of them," He growled possessively, eliciting a giggle, "So I want you to prove to me that I'm yours. Give me your seed, give me a child!"

He got rough unexpectedly. It didn't hurt, just took her by surprise. Then he stopped.

"Oh…"

He kissed her neck, and she, his. Soon, his breathing evened out. He'd fallen asleep, again. The queen rolled her eyes and pushed her lover off.

"You'll need your strength, Westerguard," She warned.

"Why?"

Elsa practically jumped out of the sheets, "You're awake?!"

He smirked.

Blue eyes glared at him suspiciously, "You don't ever pretend to be asleep so you don't have to talk, do you?"

He pulled her head over and kissed her scar.

"You didn't answer me," She growled. Hans smirked again, "fine, have your little secrets. I have secrets too!"

"Oh?"

"Yeah. Tomorrow morning, I'm going to wake you up."

"How's that a secret?" He asked, confused.

Her hand slid alongside his body, "…I guess you'll have to wait and see."

She cuddled against her lover and fell asleep in his arms.