Disclaimer: I do not own the story of Frozen or any of its original characters.
AN: So I realize that since Frozen is a pretty happy, suitable for children story that people expect the fanfiction to have the same undertones but with more sex. However, I am not here to write happy flowery crap. I'm exploring the depth of characters that I have twisted around and I think it's fantastic. Thanks to all the people who are supporting me through this dark and somewhat dim tale.
I awaken in my bed, the sheets feel warm and I cannot decide if it is because my body is warm also, or because my body is in fact so cold that anything else will feel like desert sand. It is most likely the latter since I did not fall asleep in this bed. The room is dark and the air inside could be described as crisp. I sit up in my crinkling sheets and breath deeply. I cannot feel my fingers at all and when I look down at them, they are covered in small blue snowflakes. They've never looked this way before and at first I am frightened. But unlike every other time I have felt this chill upon my body, I feel completely and utterly in control. I rise out of bed to discover I am still in my clothes from the previous day. I can see my reflection in the mirror still, although its edges are frozen. The tiny blue flakes continue across my forehead and cheeks and my eyes have frosted over white. They are as white as my hair.
I hear people arguing in the hallway outside my room and I have little patience for it. I take a few steps closer to the door to hear them better. Gerda is scolding Anna. With a twitch of my finger I send the door flying open.
"That's enough Gerda." Their eyes grow big upon seeing me and they do stop talking immediately. I rub my hands anxiously, the blue snow is subsiding from my skin slowly. "Direct me and the Queen to a room in this castle which still holds warmth." In my rage the previous night, I unleashed a torrent of ice upon the castle. She simply nods and gestures for us to follow her. Anna says nothing and follows her without delay; her eyes on the floor in front of her. Her face looks flushed and her hair is a knotted mess.
I close the door behind us and bid Gerda to finish cleaning the blizzard I bestowed her with. I'll give her extra vacation time in the summer for it. There is a fire roaring in this new room, it's a guest room that I have never been in before. Anna stands awkwardly in the center of the room, unsure what to do. I find myself a lounge chair to sit in. I point to the ottoman nearest the fireplace, "Sit down Anna." She does so.
I run my hands across my face and I relax my posture into the back of the chair. "Anna," I start, not exactly sure where my tongue will take me, "You have a choice to make on this day. It is neither easy nor pleasant, however I expect you to make it nonetheless. You must choose whether or not you wish to continue to be my wife. There are many requirements for either answer and we will discuss them as necessary." My head must be free of the frost now since I can now feel the throbbing headache I have developed.
Anna starts out, timid, "Elsa, I'm very sorry-" I raise my hand to stop her though.
"Anna, until you tell me your answer, I am completely uninterested in any excuses or apologies that you feel necessary to tell." She nods. "Only one word is necessary as response."
"Yes, I'd like to be your wife." I nod and place my head in my palms.
"Then we need to set forth some new," I struggle to find the word, "expectations." She nods, "Number one, No sleeping with other people outside of previously determined and agreed upon settings for the purpose of procreation. Any issues with that?"
She shakes her head, "It goes for you too?"
I nod. "Alright, now you set forth an expectation for me, it will work better this way."
"We should always eat at least two meals a day with each other, unless something very important comes up." I nod.
"Number Three: We share a bed at least four nights a week."
She shakes her head, and for a moment I fear that this will turn into a fight. I thought I was being generous in giving half the week for sleeping alone. "No Elsa, I'll sleep with you every night." I'm pleasantly surprised by this.
"I have just one more," she nods a bit nervously, "wear your hair in those braids you used to do at least once a week, I miss them." She smiles and rises from her seated position on the ottoman. She invites herself to sit on my lap, it is just a bit awkward because of all her layers of dress.
"Can I ask one more of you?"
"Well by my count lady, I owe you two."
"I only need one," I shake my head yes at her, "When we're all alone, I'd like for you to dress less like a man. No bindings, and no boots." I nod and rest my head on her chest. I will say that we make up faster than any other couple I know; and I have not decided if it is because we get along so well or because we are so used to fighting. Most likely the latter one.
I absentmindedly rub a hand across her pregnant stomach, she's only a couple months along. I can sense it's a girl, although I'm not sure how.
"What should we name her?" Anna asks me, I'm sure it's something that has been on her mind quite a bit.
"Fay, I think. Since she's a magical and spiteful addition to our lives." I laugh a bit at myself.
"I like that name," Anna says before she shyly kisses me. It takes me a second to react since it's been so long since I tasted her lips. It seems that before I have fully recovered, she is back in that slip.
"I don't want to see you in this thing," I stand and pull it off of her, "We should burn it as a symbol of our reborn marriage." I am only joking when I say this since she was wearing it when I walked in on her a few hours ago, but she throws it into the fire and stands before me naked. "Oh Anna, you are so beautiful." I cover her skin with kisses as if I've never felt it before.