Okay, so I thought it was time for me to do and omniscient chapter, and it happened to be with Elsa and Christian. I promise I'll do a Kristanna chapter soon, but right now I really want to focus on building Christelsa(omg I'm sorry) since Kristanna is already canon… so here goes nothing. I don't think I need to put a warning on this chapter...since you signed up to read it, but just for safety: MAKEOUT SCENE. P.S. Sven & Olaf won't be in this very much anymore...or, really, at all. I thought the only way I could write them in is if I used them for comedic relief(trustmeidontthinkthatsalltheyprovideinthemoviesopleasedonthateme, and that's really not something I need right now. But we'll see in the future.
-Dee
Things had been pretty mellow since Elsa had been in court. She was wondering if Rane had disappeared and if she'd just had a long nightmare of the whole thing. She had spent the next month or so going about her daily tasks, like settling small quarrels over land and money among the people of Arendelle, meeting with lords from neighboring kingdoms about trade, keeping tabs with Anna, horseback riding lessons(suggested by Anna) and music lessons(also suggested by Anna.) She was getting bored but she decided it was better than being held in prison or tortured by Rane.
Elsa held the paper in her hands; both were shaking heavily. Today was singing lessons.
"Alright, now, warm ups." Instructor Volart told her.
Elsa listened to the piano and took in a four count breath, a hand on her lower stomach. Volart and her had been practicing for around a month, and they had bonded so easily. Although Volart was significantly older than her(mid 40's), he had almost felt like an uncle to her. Being the only musical one in his family of sticks in mud, he had often felt isolated and was looked at as the oddball, a situation all too familiar to the Queen.
"And…" he hinted at her to join.
Matching her notes with the piano's, she belted out a string of strange sounding vowel noises, keeping in mind to keep them tall.
Being an alto, she could hit the low notes with ease. And although the higher ones were difficult, she managed to hit each one correctly.
"Good, good. Now shall we start?"
"Very well." Elsa smiled.
For about an hour, Instructor Volart and her sang to each other, crooning those who had sneaked in the room, like a private concert.
Volart clapped furiously, "Very good, Your Majesty! Very good! You get better every minute!"
She blushed, "Why, thank you, Instructor Volart. I do appreciate it."
They nearly had to shout at each other to plan the next lesson because the entire room was clapping so noisily.
She did a curtsy, laughing and smiling, finally silencing the crowd. Exiting the room, her face was hot, and she suddenly felt a hand grab her arm, surging a flick of pain through her muscles. She spun around, only to see Christian, but didn't have much time for any of his shit.
"You make for a very compelling singer, My Queen." he said slyly, with a wink.
Elsa just stared at him. Christian had aquamarine eyes, sandy-colored hair that seemed to be elegant from the sides, yet reckless in the front, hanging over his forehead in midair(thanks to a newly invented mixture of ingredients that make your hair stiff.) He wore the new Royal Guard uniform consisting of a purple coat, matching purple pants, black boots, and white gloves.
Although Elsa despised gloves(for obvious reasons), she thought they were necessary for sickly people and unsanitary conditions.
"Thank you," Elsa finally answered and began walking again.
Christian followed her, continuing on, "But reall-"
Elsa rolled her eyes, "I don't have time, Christian."
"You have tons of time, Elsa. You have had nothing but time the last month." He retorted, pulling her arm.
"Let me go!" the Queen squirmed out of Christian's grip, "You do not want to make me upset."
Christian stepped towards her, "I'm not afraid of you,"
Elsa ignored him, looking over her shoulder, "What is your problem with me? Why do you hate me so much? You never obey my orders, you give me hell, you follow me around all day, you…you…"
He moved closer, trying to get Elsa to look at him."What? I what?"
"You flirt with me!" She threw her hands up to her head, almost like she was trying to block out everything.
"And? Is that so bad? Me flirting with you?"
Elsa swung her head back, and was startled to be so close to him. Looking up, she felt his hot breath on her mouth. Elsa drew her eyes onto his, noticing the amount of lust in them while gazing at her lips.
Then he was drawing closer, his hands had found hers. And in no time, he'd placed her hands on his shoulders. His fingers, warm and gentle, had felt this way back to her body, and looking directly into his eyes, he roughly gripped her waist in both hands. With a force unknown to Elsa, he pulled her near, with no space left between them. Christian had knocked the wind out of her, causing her to feel a bit dizzy. But what he did next took all of her to remain standing.
His lips collided with her neck, sucking the skin beneath. Then he moved his lips to above her breast.
"Chr-" she gasped.
"Shh." The vibrations of his hum above her breast sent shivers through her. The good kind, too.
She backed away, pulling Christian with her. She left out a muffled groan when she hit the door of a maintenance closer. Fumbling for the doorknob, Christian came up for a breath, still hovering over the spot above her breast.
Elsa used all her strength to grab Christian, and knocking over nearly everything. The platinum blonde quickly closed the door, allowing the darkness to fill the room, making it all the more mysterious.
His lips covered hers at once. She thought she was going to topple over, but went to kissing him anyways. His tongue found hers and Elsa's eyes flew open, a tad surprised with his advance, but mostly shocked with her nerve to do the same. His kisses were soft, yet spoke with a force of sex appeal Elsa'd never felt.
Pulling away, she began to reach for the bottom of her dark blue dress when Christian stopped her.
"No." his heavy breathing was all the more of a turn-on.
She tried to focus, asking, "But I thought-"
"Not like this. I-" Christian scrunched his eyebrows together.
They were interrupted by the sound of a man's deep voice, "Christian!"
Elsa sensed his eyes whiten in the darkness, "I need to go, Elsa."
She protested, "No-"
"The ball. Be my date. Wear dark blue." He leaned in to kiss her cheek, and began adjusting the collar of his uniform. His hands left her waist and turned the doorknob, letting in a smidgen of light.
"Christian-"
"I love you." He kissed her gingerly, and when he pulled away she noticed his eyes had widened again. He jaw had dropped. But without another word, he left the closet, closing the door and leaving Elsa in the dark.
Christian had managed to just slip by his supervisor's rage by telling him Queen Elsa had needed him to help her pick out her gown. Even though the supervisor gave him an odd look, he couldn't tell him he lost Elsa, or that'd reflect badly on his performance. And no way in hell was he telling him anything farther than that had happened. Even though it had. Their kiss…their almost lovemaking… How could Hans be so stupid? Planning to kill a graceful being like Elsa? Hans was smart, Christian remembered him being the favorite of all the tutors mother and father had selected because of his brains. Hans, being the twelfth in line, felt he needed to prove his importance. And for those who were sixth in line and up their status seemed to be well known, simply because of birth order. Like Christian, who was fifth in line.
Christian breathed in slowly, marching to his quarters.
His room was messy, because being undercover as a Royal Guard, he didn't get any room service. Being used to maids and all, he just didn't care to put things back where they belonged. Moving about his room, he noticed a dark raspberry cravat lying out on the open on his bed. A scarf he'd borrowed(stolen) from Hans. He's ripped it off his brother's neck when he returned home. It may have been a bit of an asshole move, but it was nothing compared to what Hans did.
And being undercover was hard work. Especially around Elsa, considering his brother was the one who tried to kill her and steal her crown. His parents, Queen Hilda and King Aron, sent him out here to keep tabs on the Queen to make sure she didn't have any plans to go to war with the Southern Isles. After a month of being out here, he'd lied four times about needing more time to four different Southern Isles messengers, but he wasn't in need of more time. That is, unless it was spent with Queen Elsa. And the time he was with her today was definitely well spent.
He wondered why he'd stopped. He could have had Elsa in that room right then, so why did he refuse?
"Because you are a gentleman." He looked into the mirror.
Not convincing enough. You're not even a gentleman.
"Because Elsa deserves better."
Better.
The Queen deserved a warm bed, with lovemaking so sweet and gentle that she would fall asleep in Christian's arms. They'd sleep there for hours and hours, while ignoring the urgent knocks at the door and wake-up calls.
And fuck, he'd said he'd loved her. "No, never tell a girl you love her, then she gets attached and she becomes a psycho stalker. Stay far away from that." his brothers had said. He was in for it now. He didn't know how to react. He always had ease at expressing his emotions, and maybe this time he'd had too much ease. Christian, you're thinking too much. Don't be by yourself, that's never good.
Elsa didn't know this little secret of his, and he knew he would have to tell her eventually. But the guilt was taking a toll, and he had finally decided to tell her tonight. Christian could have any girl he wanted back at home, and he had just about that-every girl swooning over him, wanting every last inch of him. He didn't know if it was for his crown, or his personality, or his body. Either way, he got good sex out of it. But that wasn't how things worked here, and for once, he was glad. As he opened the door, he made sure the cravat was no longer visible. And with a clear of his throat, he slammed the door and started his on his way for his four o'clock dinner break.
"The ball!" Anna sang as she sauntered in the room, jumping and dancing.
Elsa's eyes lit up, "Anna! I'm so glad you're here. I need to tell you something."
Anna's smile faded fast, "What? Is everything okay?"
"I don't know." Elsa bit her lip, and sat down on the futon.
Taking a seat beside her, Anna took Elsa's hands in hers, "What happened?"
"Christian. He happened."
"Christian, like…your guard Christian?"
Elsa looked away from Anna, "Mmhm."
Searching for an answer on Elsa's face, "I don't understand. What exactly happened?"
"I kissed him."
Anna's hands tightened around her sister's.
"And more."
Still looking at Elsa, the strawberry blonde gasped, "And more? How much more?"
"I almost had sex with him." What would she say? Would she say that she approved of the two? That she didn't? Fortunately, Anna didn't take too long to make a decision.
With that, Anna toppled off the futon with a fit of shrieks. She kicked the air, head buried in her hands. Elsa almost began telling Anna that her new teal dress was going to get dirty, but Elsa realized that was the least of their problems.
"I know! I'm crazy!" Elsa buried her head in her hands.
"Yes, you are! You're a lunatic! You know how much trouble you could get into with the Royal Union, Elsa?" Anna asked as she raised up from the floor and began smoothing down her purple pastel gown.
"It was a one-time thing. A moment of weakness, I don't know, maybe loneliness." She tucked her left hand under her right elbow.
That smile returned to Anna's face, "Oh, that reminds me, you don't have a date to the ball!"
"Well ac-"
"But it's okay, because I got you one!"
"You what?!" Elsa yelled.
Anna chuckled, "Geez, geez calm down, I invited a Lord from Corona."
Elsa bellowed, "Anna, I already have a date!"
"What? Who? How? When? Wh-"
"Christian. He asked me. When we…" she covered her mouth with her fingers and gazed down.
Anna looked at Elsa in disbelief, with eyes clouded with confusion.
"Elsa," her sister pleaded, "you have to stop this. Tonight."
"I know, I-"
"Usually I would stay out of this, but you're my sister, and this a huge deal…a huge *bad* deal."
"I will. I will fix it. I promise." Elsa told her, power surging in her voice.
"Good." Anna sighed, smiling, "Now…ball gowns!"
Elsa looked down at her feet, "I want to wear something blue."
Anna's face scrunched, "Well… I think you should wear something other than blue. How about pink?"
Elsa made a vomiting sound.
Anna fingered through racks of pink dresses, "Come on, you don't know until you try it!"
The Queen chewed on her cheek in thought before replying, "Alright…" She had looked back up in time to see her sister quickly stick her tongue at her.
Elsa had switched out of her pink puffy gown at the last minute and into a dark blue one that was silk at the top, with a bodice and a neckline that dipped down just the right amount, showing cleavage she didn't even know she had. The bottom part past her hips had a silk layer too, but had dozens upon dozens of dark blue chiffon fabric on top of it, giving it the look of a spoiled princess. Which was only half true. Queen Elsa kept telling herself that she had changed because she didn't want the duke or lord or whatever, to think they had something. Wearing the same color as your date was usually the first step towards a relationship. And wearing different colors was a way of saying that you were interested in being their date, but nothing else. Especially for Elsa, since she hasn't arranged the date with this Lord from Corona. As Elsa entered the ballroom, she felt thousands of eyes all on her. Suddenly regretting her dress choice, she folded her left arm behind her right. The ballroom, so familiar from her run-out a month or so ago, seemed like it had happened yesterday.
As murmured "Hello, Your Majesty's" traveled around the room, Elsa searched for Anna, or Gustav, or Volart. Anyone she knew, really.
"Elsa." A deep voice cooed behind her.
She knew who this was, but before her mind had time to protest, her body had quickly spun around.
"Christian."
His hair had been pushed back, with small ripples of blonde complimenting his blue eyes. He wore a midnight blue tailcoat, with a white cravat wrapped around his neck. Hand woven flame-like patterns wrapped around his right side in shades of green. On his lower half, he wore black boots and black trousers with his scabbard and sword hooked to his belt. And no gloves, which made Elsa all the more comfortable.
"Admiring the view?"
A fire spread to Elsa's face, remaining there like a scar.
"I…I was just making sure-"
He offered her a hand, "Making sure we matched?"
"Yes," Elsa lied, taking his hand.
He wrapped his hand around her minuscule waist-Elsa noticing he was trying not to look at her chest-drawing her to him. More loose than they had been in the closet, but no less intimate, he took a step to the left, beginning their waltz.
"You look ravishing, Elsa." The words hung in the air for a bit, before Elsa replied.
"As do you."
That seemed to amuse Christian, because his lips curled up into a devilish smile she knew all too well.
No words were exchanged for the remainder of the song, it seemed to be music for a happy frolic. The back of a man Elsa could only assume was Volart showcased in the front of the room, conducting the orchestra. She focused on his arm movements, hoping to keep her attention on anything else besides Christian.
Christian slowed down the speed-going unnoticed by Elsa-with wishes to catch her attention. No luck, though, to his disappointment. The Queen had focused her attention on her music instructor. A musical bird, she was. A breath of fresh air, especially around here. He thought the Southern Isles was bad, but here, people were trying to prove their worth by spewing out a bunch of useless facts and pointless shit that nobody ever used.
Elsa was different. Practical, sensitive, shy(except in maintenance closets), and impulsive. Being around people who did nothing but melt over their many riches but remained stoic and-gag-refined was tiring. He missed his brothers(each one except Hans.) At balls and special services they'd flirt with all the girls and manage to get one in bed at the end of night. None of it meant anything or mattered, but it was a lot more fun than this.
His thoughts were interrupted with a tap from a suitor with a salmon cravat that sent waves of frustration through him.
"May I cut in?" Said his smooth German accent.
"Why not?" Christian answered with more sarcasm in it than he'd planned. Walking away, he decided to get champagne along the way to keep him company. Maybe even try some of the chocolate fondue.
"Good evening, Queen Elsa." The man greeted after bowing boldly.
"I'm sorry. I don't know your name." The Queen apologized, bowing a tad back.
"Nikolaus. I'm surprised your sister did not tell you." He offered a hand, and Elsa slid hers into his palm. In no time they were spinning to the sound of a dozen violins.
"It was last minute, I apologize. Speaking of Princess Anna, have you seen her?" The blonde began eyeballing the room frantically, nervous.
"She was here for a couple of minutes, and then she disappeared. But I do not know where she is, Your Majesty. My apologies." His black eyes glanced down at her bodice.
Elsa shrugged off the look, "I see. Maybe I should go look for her."
"We just started-"
"I'm sorry. Very sorry, but I must go look for my sister." Elsa tore herself from his side and began to fast-walk to the door.
Christian never let his eyes leave Elsa. She was beautiful. And he didn't think too many things were full of beauty. And seeing her walk away from the man she had been dancing with was one of the most beautiful things he'd seen. The Queen had begun to rush across the room with loud "excuse me's." Forehead scrunched and eyes narrow, Christian made a snap decision to follow her. Tearing his way through the crowd with a "pardon" here and there, he tried to keep his eyes on the puffy royal blue gown blurring in front of him. People let him through, but not with ease. They were all caught up in the own dramas, afraid if they let this man through, that would add to the generous supply. Christian had a feeling that they were right.
"Anna?" Elsa hollered through the empty hallways. For the first time in a month, they weren't crowded. "Anna!"
Afraid Anna had been kidnapped or worse…killed, Elsa called out her name again. Tears blurring her vision as she sprinted, sharply turning corners and opening doors to empty rooms, she heaved through empty lungs.
"Anna!"
"Elsa?" A sweet voice replied.
Hysterically looking around, Elsa spotted her sister's magenta ballgown seated next to Kristoff's wrinkled black tailcoat and matching-wrinkles and all-trousers.
Elsa sprang to her sister's side and squeezed her sister in a tight hug.
"Okay, ow, ow!" Anna squeaked.
Elsa howled, "Where were you?"
Anna's eyes squinted, brow raised, "I was right here. With Kristoff." Elsa glanced at Kristoff sitting, an arm resting on Anna's thigh.
Kristoff was preoccupied, staring behind Elsa, "Who's that?"
"Who's wh-" she turned around, not at all surprised to see Christian.
Christian lifted his eyebrows, "I followed you."
"Why? Never mind, it doesn't matter," the Queen looked back to her sister, "Anna-"
Piercing screams interrupted them, echoing through the old summer air like lost ghosts.