AN: More Hansla. Sorry for not getting more on the rest of the cast but I promise they'll make a return soon enough. But for now enjoy some steamy almost frickle-frackling. XD All y'all of my readers are fantastic and I love every one of you. Your reviews are really appreciated.
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This had to be the first time Elsa had gotten drunk, Hans guessed. The poor girl was three glasses into a bottle of watered down wine (the servants did the watering down, bless them) she had had brought up from the dining hall after she gave up trying to talk to the Dowager, and positively sloshed. He knew what that looked like, from experience, being both the one drinking and the one being exposed to the drinker. It was the latter however he was more used to, since several of his brothers came home in their cups more often than not long after the servants had went to bed, or when they had not wanted the servants to know. Being the youngest, he definitely had to play nurse to their ills. At least Elsa wasn't three times his size or reeked of cheap perfume and tobacco smoke.
She was light in his arms as he carried her off to her bed, and it was the middle of the night, so the entire castle was silent and dark.
The Queen had fallen asleep in her armchair in the middle of a conversation she was holding in Hans' room, in front of the fire. Right before she had dozed off, she gave him a big smile and told him she loved him. Hans knew it was untrue, all drunks loved their compatriots. Even so, it had still made him feel different inside.
Tucking her into her bed, still dressed in the clothes she wore the night before (as if he was going to undress her and be chewed out tomorrow? Unlikely) Hans impulsively gave her a sweet peck on the forehead. She only turned to her side, facing away from him. After that, he left and returned to his own room.
Until, that is, he woke to discover another body sharing his bed.
"Elsa, what are you doing in my bed?"
She didn't reply, only stirring beside him, probably waking up. That meant Elsa had traversed the entirety of the castle whilst drunk to just get back into his chambers. That took some skill. Maybe this wasn't the first time she had been drunk silly after all.
"Elsa?"
He was sure she had fallen asleep again.
"Ah!" Hans gasped in surprise as Elsa's hands slid around his bare chest from behind. "C-cold.."
"Mnnh.." She nuzzled closer to him, still half asleep, face freezing cold against his neck and back. "Sorry.."
"Were you this chilly last night?" Hans suppressed a shiver, feeling goosebumps rise over his skin.
"You had clothes on last night." Elsa was beginning to wake up, her head pounding. It meant she was going to be quite testy. Hans knew this too from experience.
"Yes, I did." He froze, feeling her bare skin on his back. "And so did you.."
"Do you always sleep without a shirt on?" Elsa was laying her freezing cheek against his shoulder blade, absorbing the warmth.
"Usually." Hans managed to speak, still distracted by the fact the Queen was naked in his bed with him and he didn't recall her getting there.
Her hands drew lower, probably just as she relaxed and fell back asleep, and the Prince made a soft startled sound. "Elsa." It was just his imagination that his voice was trembling, wasn't it? "My queen."
She sighed wetly against his back, and even her breath was cold.
Hans shifted away from the frigid body beside him, drawing back from her groping hands, which beside being a mostly unwelcome distraction were like ice, and realized Elsa's clothing had been draped neatly over the back of his armchair. It was too neat for a drunk to pull off, which meant one of the servants had been in.
Hans' face burned in embarrassment.
"Elsa, wake up."
She stretched like a cat, the quilted blankets falling down well past her ribs. "I had the greatest dream just now. Why did you wake me.." Her voice was still groggy, as if she still wasn't aware of her surroundings or even fully awake yet.
The Prince swallowed hard, hesitant to reach out and touch her shoulder to shake her awake. "My Queen.."
That jolted Elsa awake and she sat up with a start, before gasping loudly and covering herself with the blanket. "Why are you in my bed?"
"I could ask you the same thing." Hans dryly commented, sitting up straight and looking right at her.
"What?"
"You don't remember, do you? You were drunk and I put you to bed."
"Put me to your bed, you mean?" She bristled, and Hans shivered, feeling the air around her turn colder.
"You crawled into my bed!" Hans got out of bed, standing up. "While I was sleeping, no less!"
Elsa got a good look at his chest looking healthy, instead of when he had been sick, and she looked away quickly, forcing herself to slow her breathing. "Then I wasn't dreaming."
She stared hard at the patterned bedspread.
"Whatever dream you had, is probably better than this."
Her head shot up, and her gaze hardened. "Of course it was."
"Were you dreaming of some better husband for you?" His face twisted with thinly veiled jealousy.
Elsa's face grew pink. "That isn't any of your business."
"I—" Hans began, before closing his mouth. "You're right. It's not."
She watched him warily. "You're not going to argue?" It seemed quite suspicious. "Can't I have a quiet peaceful morning with my bride to be?" He had been dressing as he spoke.
Elsa looked down at herself before speaking in a measured, precise tone. "Perhaps you should come back to bed then?"
Hans' voice cracked, such was the level of his disbelief as he spun to face her from where he was putting on his boots and almost losing his balance. "What?!"
"Come here." Elsa scooted toward the edge of the bed, still wrapped in the sheets.
Hans' face was almost redder than his hair, as he turned, watching Elsa grab him by the as of yet untied ascot and pull him closer. "I dreamt of the best husband I could have." She was reeling him in, hand over hand on the ascot, until his face was inches from hers. "I dreamt of you." She wrapped an arm around his neck, pulling him down against her. Elsa's lips were cool and smooth as she kissed him deeply. The Queen's other hand slid up his chest, under his waistcoat, as he climbed back onto the bed with her.
"Elsa.." Hans murmured, pulling back to breathe.
She looked up at him with wide eyes, as if she was having second thoughts, or wondering if he was having second thoughts as well.
"You don't have to do this if you don't want to."
Hearing that cemented in her reasoning and she pulled him back in by the neckerchief, kissing him desperately. "I do want to."
Hans swallowed again, mouth suddenly dry and hungry for the touch of her lips against his.
"I just.. I've never done this before, and I thought—"
"Why not try it out with your husband?" Hans finished for her, a bitter smile creeping across his face.
Elsa waited a moment to see if he was mocking her, chest heaving beneath him (and against him), before responding slowly, arching toward his touch. "Yes."
