It's good to be back. Ugh. I had a stressing week at school but it's the weekends so why not write? Here's chapter five of the Proposal! Please continue supporting this story. Love you guys! xx

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The Proposal

Chapter Five - Behind Closed Doors

Elsa stood up, and walked a few meters away from him, pacing. There was a long, painful silence after the Duke left. Hans could not bring himself to speak, not after what he had said. He just stood behind her desk, watching as she stopped and slowly turned her head, looking at him over her shoulder.

"Prince Hans, what is the meaning of that?" she asked sharply.

"What do you mean, Elsa?"

"Don't you dare 'Elsa' me," she said hotly, facing him, her arms around herself. "King? What do you mean shortly after we 'married', you'll be crowned king?"

He sighed, rubbing his temple. "First, it's Hans, not Prince Hans. Second, it's all an act, Elsa. How can we make him believe?" It's not like you'll make me King, Hans was about to say but bit his tongue instead.

"Genius idea, Hans," she snorted in an un-Queenly manner. "Genius."

"I'm just trying to help you," he sighed deeply, giving up. "Fine, be that way, Elsa. Say goodbye to Arandelle."

He turned on his heels, walking away from her desk but he knew she wouldn't have any of it. "Hans!" she cried. "Hans, come back here! Alright, faine, you are trying to help me. Okay?!"

That's more like it, he thought, facing her. "Good to hear."

"But please no more surprises," she muttered, her eyes pleading with his.

"Okay. On one condition," he said, watching as she gaped at him. "I want you to admit that you thank me for doing this, so and so. And also... Ask me very nicely."

"Ask you nicely what?" she shot at him, glaring.

Oh, he was clearly enjoying this. "Ask me nicely to marry you, Elsa."

She shook her head in disbelief. "What does that even mean, Hans?" Why does it have to be me who's doing all the asking? she asked herself. Focus, Elsa, you dragged him into this!

He pursed his lips. "You heard me. On your knee." He liked messing with her, that feisty side of hers is very priceless, unlike her sister's.

She threw him a dirty look before muttering, "Fine." She did exactly what Hans told her, except that it's on both of her knees since she's wearing the same gown her mother once wore. "Oh, you are clearly enjoying this," she whined. "So thank you for helping me. I appreciate it. Now, will you marry me?"

He looked down at her. "Nope. Say it like you mean it."

Elsa couldn't believe her ears. One second, Hans was sweet to her and another second, he was like this. Great. "Hans?"

"Yes, Elsa?"

"Sweet Hans?" At this point, Elsa did her best puppy eyes.

"I'm listening," he muttered, trying his best not to burst out with laughter.

"I, Queen Elsa, thank you for helping me, and would be forever grateful. Will you, by the gods above, marry me?"

He thought for a second before grinning. "Alright. I couldn't help that look of yours. I know I have to accept it. Besides, I owe you." He shrugged, then helped her up.

Elsa grinned. It was his own joke, she mused. She was partly excited at this small charade. But there are some things that they should discuss before their departure the next morning. It simply couldn't wait. "I was wondering," she began, her grin slowly fading. "If you like to join me here for a while? There are some matters we should talk about."

Hans' grin faltered and he nodded. "Of course, Elsa," he said, bowing.

She walked swiftly behind her desk. "Please sit down," she said, gesturing the chair from across her. "It's about our 'marriage'..."

He sat down, and raised a hand. "If you are thinking I'm having second thoughts marrying you..." he paused, an auburn eyebrow raised. "I don't. I'm willing to."

"Please don't interrupt me," she said sternly, averting his stare. "It's not about you having second thoughts, or someone backing up, no. It's about having restrictions, limitations, rules."

Ah, so this is where it's going, Hans thought. "Very well. What are those rules?"

Elsa sighed, the harderst part. "You see, I've been thinking. We only need one rule. And one rule we should always follow."

He leaned forward. "And that rule is?"

"To never, ever, fall in love with each other," she said, their eyes slowly meeting. "We shouldn't. We are in a game. It's all fake. We will marry each other with no strings attached."

He slumped back on his seat. Does being attracted to you count? he mentally asked himself. Does admiring you one of those? He was saddened by the mere thought of it but he wouldn't show it. Instead, he held out his hand for her to shake and said, "Deal."

Just like that, Hans? she thought, somewhat disappointed - much to her annoyance. Conceal, don't feel! She forced a smile, took his hand, and shook it daintily. "Deal."

She was about to let his hand go but he didn't. He wouldn't have any of it. She looked at him curiously. "Can we... seal the deal?"

"What do you mean?" Heat was creeping up on her face. Conceal, don't feel. Conceal, don't feel! "S-seal the deal?"

He gave her a small smirk. "I mean... this," he whispered before leaning across the desk and kissing the back of her gloved hand. It's the only thing I can do anyway. He le her hand go before standing up.

Hans...

He winked. "I better go, Your Majesty," he bowed, and turned to his heels, slowly making his way to the door. His hand on the knob, he threw her one last smile before opening the door, and closing it behind him. Walking a few doors away from her study and entering his room, a sad smile replaced his jovial one, with him sitting on the cold floor, him leaning on the door.

Still in her study, the Queen replayed the events in her head non-stop. Never, ever fall in love with each other. Her own words echoed in her ears. Placing both of her hands on her chest, feeling the fast beating of her heart, the reason she couldn't quite understand, she whispered a name she couldn't imagine herself whispering in a longing manner. "Hans."

They have secrets behind closed doors.

End of Chapter Five.


Shortet chapter, I think? Sorry.

And that's for now. I'm not gonna follow the exact storyline of The Proposal. You can see it mostly but there are added twists. So yeah. See you in the next chapter. Lovelots.