AN: I've raised the rating because there's some smut coming, right in this chapter. Just to warn you guys. It's also randomly placed in the middle of the plot. I've marked the beginning and the end of the smutty bits with some asterisks, so if you want to skip it, you can. I'd prefer, if you're underage, please skip it. I love all of you, and I want you guys to be okay with this story and where it's headed. Reviews are very much appreciated.
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They had arranged for a ship back to Arendelle as soon as Jekaterina had disappeared. Hans had no interest in remaining where she could appear again at any moment, and now that he knew his own mother was plotting against them, Hans knew they wouldn't be safe. Jekaterina wouldn't be gone for long, even if she had vanished from his bedroom in a puff of smoke with an inhuman shriek. Venturing back to Arendelle could at least buy them time, and the castle would be better equipped to handle the return of the Dowager.
Elsa was being looked over by the oldest nurse she had ever seen. The woman honestly looked like a hairless cat, but she seemed kind enough. Hans was standing by the door, along with two remarkably large guards. Knowing she was safe at home in Arendelle, Elsa was relaxing more than usual. It also helped that Anna was in the room beside her.
"You're very lucky you didn't hurt yourself worse in that fall, or fell ill on the ship here." The nurse clucked and shook her head. "Not good for young mothers to be restless like that."
"What" Elsa sat up straighter.
"Look at you, child. Your hips have widened, you're glowing. I thought you already knew" She patted Elsa's stomach. "I'm surprised you hadn't noticed already, given how far along you look."
"What?" The Queen covered her stomach with her hands. "Am I, really?"
"Have you been getting your cycles?"
"N-no, but—"
"And you've consummated your marriage, of course.."
Actually, she hadn't. Elsa had only shared her bed with Hans in that way once. A month before the wedding. That was almost three and a half months ago. None of them had even noticed in all this time?
"There you have it. Congratulations, your grace."
Elsa's eyes were as wide as saucers as she caught Hans' gaze across the room. He looked just as surprised as she was.
"This child must be a hardy one. It's been through being thrown from a horse and traveling across an ocean before ever being born." The nurse kept talking.
Anna jumped up, crossing the room to where her sister sat, and took Elsa's hands. "I'm so happy for you!" Her sister only looked dazed. She hugged Elsa tightly.
Hans stood, and waited for Anna to finish hugging her before taking the Queen's gloved hands and bringing them to his lips. Elsa pressed her lips together in a thin line, still anxious.
"All of you, please leave. I'd like to speak to the Queen alone." Hans held her gaze as he kissed each fingertip, before sliding the gloves off her hands, finger by finger. Elsa's face was warm and her lips parted as she watched him kiss her palm, before he started pressing open mouthed kisses to her wrist, and up her arm.
"Hans.." She breathed, chest beginning to heave.
"Yes, my love?" He looked up at her.
"I'm worried."
Hans pulled back from her arm. "Why?"
"I.. What if this baby comes out like me?"
"It'll be a stunningly beautiful child, then." He'd begun to kiss her shoulder.
"Hans, stop, I'm serious. What if this baby comes out with powers like mine?"
"We'll do what your parents didn't."
Elsa stiffened, voice worried. "What would that be?"
"We won't die young in some shipwreck you might have caused."
She turned to stare at him, hurt. "Hans, that is cruel!"
"Would you rather die the same age your mother did?"
She drew back her hand to slap him but he caught her wrist, squeezing it hard enough to hurt, anger evident in his voice.
"I have no intention of dying young, Elsa. If you want to do that, go right ahead. I won't stop you."
"Yes, you would." Elsa's voice was strained. "The same way I've saved your life."
"Then maybe you shouldn't have saved my life in the first place." Hans was yelling now, temper rising. "My family is dying like flies and my mother tried to kill the both of us, but of course what if our baby is a freak?"
Elsa glared daggers at him, cold anger coursing through her like a river. "If my child is a freak then so am I."
"It's better than being a monster." Hans held out his arms as if daring her to try and hit him again, his temper gone as soon as it arrived. He sounded tired. "Would you rather it be like me? A murderous bastard who would do anything for the throne?"
"This child isn't a bastard." Elsa covered her stomach with her hands, as if shielding it from the accusations.
"Oh, well, I'm sorry. Were we married when it was conceived?" He turned to look away from her, hands gripping the mantle of the fireplace across the room. "I remember the only time we'd even gone that far was the morning after the night I put you to bed after you passed out."
Elsa's face grew hot. "Then I guess the child really is a bastard."
"Of course he is." Hans whirled to face her. "I can't believe we've already begun a family and you've never said you loved me."
"Because I don't!" Elsa's brow furrowed. "Are you telling me to lie to you?"
Hans stepped back, and sunk down as if he had been punched in the gut. "Would you be lying if you said it now?"
Elsa looked at him wearily, and sighed. "Yes."
"Say it anyway."
She closed her eyes. "I..."
Hans lifted her hands to his lips, kissing each and every part of them, from the knuckles to her fingertips, which elicited a shiver from her..
"Hans, my husband. I love you."
He exhaled slowly. "I love you as well. More than life itself, more than any crown or throne."
She turned her gaze up at him, surprised. "Do you mean that?"
Hans released her hands. "Elsa, I've given up so much for you. My own country, my mother, my brothers."
She was shocked to hear these words coming from his mouth. "You didn't say you were going to lie too."
"I wasn't." A jolt shot through Elsa's body, twisting an ache through her chest. "Why are you telling me this?"
"Because I need you to know." He cupped her face in his hands, before kissing her deeply. Elsa reciprocated in kind, hands gripping his shoulders as Hans pulled her tighter against him. Elsa smoothed her fingertips against his scarred cheek, kissing him deeper, as if begging to be touched.
**Hans pressed her back against his desk, beginning to unlace her dress as deftly as he could, given the fact that his fingers didn't move as easily as they used to.
Elsa helped him pull her skirt up and out of the way as he felt beneath it with his free hand. "Hans, please..."
The Queen's thighs were trembling as he stroked the milky whiteness of them.
"You're so beautiful." Hans kissed her again; working a finger inside her. Almost automatically, she began to rock back against his touch, rougher than necessary, so wet already.
"Please, just touch me.. I need to feel the warmth of your hands on my skin." She pushed the unlaced bodice of her dress lower, and took Hans' other hand, leading it to her bared chest. "Hahhnn.. Just touch me. Don't say anything."
Elsa busied herself with unlacing the Prince's trousers, palming his erection with a practiced precision before pulling him free of the cloth prison and sliding her hands around to his hips, guiding his thrusts to the very center of her, the moist heat that needed to be filled, so urgently, right this very second.
She cried out when he sunk into her fully, fingernails digging into his scalp. "Ah, H-Hans.."
He kissed her desperately, and she responded, biting his lips and moaning into his mouth as he began to roll his hips, slowly at first, but Elsa guided his pelvis, making sure his thrusts were hard and grinding. She needed to feel him deep inside her, to feel warm inside.
"Please.." He squeezed her breast hard enough to mark and she bared her teeth, hissing out a "Yes," of pleasure and pain.
The Prince grabbed hold of her thigh with his free hand, still rolling his hips between them the way Elsa directed the motion.
She rested her chin on his shoulder, sweeping her arms around his neck as his thrusts grew harder and more erratic, almost painful at times.
"Oh, yes, please me.." Elsa moaned into his ear, before biting the lobe hard enough to cause him to wince and thrust particularly hard in response.
She tossed her head back, crying out in pure pleasure as he kissed and marked his way down the line of her throat, hand coming up to squeeze her breast again as he kissed her near-translucent skin, beginning to bite her chest hard enough to leave bruises that would last for at least a few days.
Hans' thrusts grew more frenzied, before he came, biting her breast hard enough for it to draw blood. He had come inside her, she could feel it along the pitiful last few thrusts that never came close enough to filling her the way he had been.
"I still need more." She breathed, guiding his fingers between her legs. "Three, this time." Elsa directed his fingers inside as she began to ride his hand, forcing his fingers deep. "A-almost-!" Elsa's grip on his wrist tightened exponentially as she herself came, gasping and trembling and panting hard as she spasmed around his fingers stretching her.
She collapsed against his desk, looking up at him. **
Hans kissed her, as soon as they had caught their breath. "I love you."
Elsa didn't respond right away, she only looked up at him. She inhaled sharply, as if about to speak, and Hans watched her expression to wait for her to talk.
"How did you know how my parents died?"
He touched her cheek. It wasn't what he expected her to say, and he deflated a little. "Anna told me the first time I met her. But I'd already known."
She looked away. "News spreads fast throughout the kingdoms."
He smoothed a hand through his hair. "That is true."
"Was that when your mother concocted her plan?"
Hans looked up at her, startled. "Don't.. talk about her, not here.." It was a silly superstition, speak of the devil and the devil shall appear.
Elsa took it a completely different way. She sat up. "Is it because we just rutted like animals?"
"What? No! She tried to get me to kill you, Elsa. I don't want to think of her."
She stiffened. "I know. But that's in the past."
"No, she tried to get me to smother you while you were unconscious!"
Elsa stared, horrified. "What?"
"I couldn't do it. So I stabbed her.. With a letter opener."
Her eyes widened. "You did that for me?"
He nodded slowly, looking down at his hands. "Yes."
"I.. I guess I should say thank you." She looked away.
Hans let out a shuddery sigh. "I did it for the both of us."
