AN: We're getting pretty close to the end here. One more chapter to go and then the epilogue so hold onto your hats, everyone. Reviews are much appreciated, I love all of you. Also, warning, there's some steamy bits in this chapter. Also a vague reference to Adventure Time. Keep your eyes peeled.
Disclaimer: I don't, have never, will never own anything to do with Frozen, and have not, will never, work at or for Disney. This is a not for profit fanwork. Thank you for reading.
Elsa woke with a jolt and a cry, sitting up.
Hans was beside her, smoothing back her hair. "Nightmare?"
She pushed him away with a sleepy hand. "No. What about Kristoff?"
"He's fine, Elsa. You did well."
She relaxed on her bed, looking up at him.
"Do you often collapse after healing someone?" Hans smirked at her, picking up her hand and examining her wrist where the bandages used to be. Her wrists had healed, with only a particularly slight scarring. It was nothing like a piercing from the thorns in his dream, just a scrape, like she had tripped and caught herself on one of the bars or in one of the stalls in the stables.
"If they're dying, I have to use up a lot of energy." She held his gaze, without flinching.
The smirk dropped from his face. "He was dying then?"
"Close to it." Elsa closed her eyes, still tired.
"Why did you save him then?" She didn't open her eyes. "He's almost family. He makes Anna happy."
"What about me?"
She opened her eyes a fraction, sitting up on her elbows. "What about you?"
"You saved my life, when I was sick. Why?"
"Do I even need to answer that?"
Hans leaned in. "I'd prefer it if you did."
Her hands slid up his chest, coming to rest above his heart. "After all, you wanted me dead before."
"Not when you were embroiled in fratricide, and I had to find out who did it."
"Did you?"
"Did I ever find out who killed your brothers?" Elsa shifted, sitting up a little more. "You wouldn't like the answer."
He scoffed, moving between her legs as he pulled her into his lap. "If it's anything like my idea of who, I'm sure I'd agree."
"Who then?"
"My mother."
Elsa shivered, shifting as closer to him as she could, given her stomach was in the way. "Yes.."
He looked down at her, placing his hands on the gentle swell. Hans smiled broadly when he felt the movement against his hand.
Elsa leaned back, her hands supporting her as they rested on the bed behind her.
He opened his mouth as if to speak, before just kissing her. Elsa made a soft sound of surprise into his mouth, and her fingertips dug into his chest but she didn't pull back when she was able to. Instead the queen touched his cheek and kissed him back.
Hans was beginning to lift her loose shift-like dress up over her head, revealing the cold skin beneath. "Tell me if you want me to stop."
She inhaled sharply as if to speak but only lifted her arms to let him undress her.
Hans kissed her throat, leaving red marks all down her neck that stood out against her stark skin.
"Hans.." Her tone held quite a bit of warmth for him, and he was surprised.
"Yes, darling light of my life?" The nickname was teasing, but not mocking the way it used to be when he said it.
"I... don't hate you as much as I say I do."
"I never would have guessed." His fingertips drew lower, around her breasts.
Elsa tensed, before relaxing as he touched her. "Is that acceptable to you? Having a child with someone who has no feelings for you?"
Hans eyebrow drew upward. "Why do I get the feeling it bothers you?"
He pinched her, and a soft moan escaped her lips before she could stop it.
"No feelings, hm?"
Elsa's eyes grew wide before they narrowed. "You can pleasure someone without them loving you."
"You're still a rotten liar, my love." Hans swept an arm around her and kissed her again. Elsa arched upward toward his touch, guiding his hand against her bared skin, goosebumps raising all over.
"Would you rather I stop then?" He grinned, sliding his hand lower along her stomach before working a finger between her legs.
She gasped loudly and grabbed at his wrist hard enough to hurt. "Wait."
He stopped, watching her expression. "Am I hurting you?"
"N-no.. I just.." Elsa bit her lip.
"Is something wrong?"
She met his gaze, before leaning in to kiss him. As she did so, Elsa pushed him down and climbed on top of him.
His hands flew to her hips as Elsa got comfortable. "Is this any better?"
Elsa kissed him again and ground down against his erection with her backside. "Much."
Hans' mouth was open as he bit back a cry, and Elsa kissed him again deeper. Biting down on his bottom lip, she tugged it with her teeth.
"Is this part of your plan to disfigure me for life?" Hans teased, hands at her waist.
"It's too late for that." Elsa teased, letting go of his lip.
"Are you implying that I'm ugly?" Hans squeezed her hips, pulling her down against him harder, and she opened her mouth in a silent oh, beginning to rock against him.
"W—Mnh—why should I imply when it's fact?"
"You're so cruel to me." Hans murmured as Elsa unlaced his trousers, and began stroking him. "You evil, evil — Ah! — woman!"
"I thought you loved me?" Elsa cooed, as she lowered herself onto him with a soft whimper.
Hans thrust upward hard, and she was rocked forward. "I do."
"Oh really now?" She unbuttoned his silk vest and shirt, running her fingers down his chest. "I don't believe you."
Hans gripped her hips tighter and flipped her over, effectively pinning Elsa against the bed.
She looked up at him, eyes half lidded.
"How about now?"He grinned down at her.
Elsa lay her hands on his shoulders. "Not proof enough."
He kissed her desperately, as if he was dying of thirst and she was the water he needed to survive. She eagerly reciprocated, running her fingers through his hair.
"Is that enough proof?"
Elsa gave him a coy look. "Maybe a little more couldn't hurt."
This time she kissed him, letting their mouths linger together for longer than necessary and he pulled back first, breathing hard. "Elsa.."
"What?" She met his gaze and held it.
He rocked into her carefully, not saying a word as he was going agonizingly slow, as if just to torment her.
She arched her back hard when he sunk into her to the hilt.
"I love you.." Hans uttered, automatically.
Her nails dug into his skin hard enough to mark him at those words. "H-Hans.."
He kissed her, as he began to move.
She scraped her nails down his flesh as she unthinkingly moved against him.
"Oh god, Elsa.."
The queen tossed her head back as she cried out, fingernails drawing blood on his shoulders. "Ah–! H-Hans! Yes — !"
They were moving slowly, starting to pick up speed, as their bodies moved in tandem, starting to grow more frenzied and losing rhythm.
Her hair was a complete mess, all over the place. But then again, so was his.
Elsa was completely lost to ecstasy, pulling him closer against her as if she never wanted him to leave her again. "Ha-Hans! Oh-!"
She kissed him, pulling the prince desperately against her, mumbling into his mouth something that sounded suspiciously quite a bit like "I love you," before she came, crying out against his lips.
Hans stopped, staring at her. "What?"
Elsa's chest was heaving, skin glistening.
It had begun to snow inside the bedroom, and it was sticking to her hair and eyelashes.
"Were you aware of what you just said?" He touched her cheek, lifting her face to his.
Elsa remembered, and the snow sticking to her skin melted from the heat radiating from her. "What did I say?"
"You love me, Elsa?"
Her eyes grew wide, knowing she was caught. "It was the passion of the moment. You can't hold me to that."
"Are you really denying what you feel?" "I.." He lifted her chin, kissing her again. She responded in kind, pulling him back in closer. "I guess I do."
"Can you move your leg?" Elsa was checking up on Kristoff's prosthetic ice foot.
"It doesn't hurt that much anymore, your grace."
Elsa smiled, and Anna squeezed his hand tight from beside him, looking torn, unsure whether to be happy her husband was fine, or upset that her sister inadvertently caused the accident. "I'm glad to hear it."
"It'll melt as soon as this cold weather is gone, so I found a way to keep your leg steady." Elsa concentrated, molding the ice as she created it into something that sparkled like gold. "I can't put you in a perpetual flurry like Olaf without any kind of damage happening to you," she spoke as she formed a crown made wholly of ice. "This should make sure it doesn't melt and leave you without a leg to stand on."
Anna smiled at the terrible joke despite herself. "Won't it melt too?"
Elsa placed it carefully on Kristoff's head and looked him over. "It's imbued with just enough of my power that it'll keep itself cold enough and keep whatever icy things are around it frozen too."
Kristoff touched it with his fingers. "It feels heavy."
"You'll get used to it, I think."
Anna squeezed her husband's hand tighter. "If it makes walking easier."
Kristoff lifted her hand to his lips."It will. I have faith in ice."
Anna sighed. "I just want you to be able to play with Gunter."
Kristoff kissed her hand again. "I'll be able to, I promise."
"How could you cause the snowstorm that took Kristoff's leg?!" Anna rounded on her sister, staring her in the face.
Elsa looked more confused than anything else. "I don't know, maybe it's this baby. I don't recall causing any out of season blizzards recently." She cradled her growing stomach in her hands, feeling the minuscule movements within. "I swear to you, I didn't mean to. If I did cause this."
"You almost killed him, Elsa! How could you say you didn't mean it?"
"I don't know, okay? If I did cause it, I had no idea I had."
Anna looked heartbroken. "Elsa.."
"I gave him a new, better leg, Anna. I gave him some of my powers. What else do you want me to do?"
She sighed and walked closer to her sister. "I know, whatever it is you caused, you're working to make up." Anna hugged her tightly.
Elsa squeezed her tight before she winced and looked down at her stomach, covering it with her free hand. "He's really energetic."
Anna flashed her sister a brief smile. "Gunter was the same way."
"Maybe it's a family trait." Elsa offered, hesitant.
Anna agreed quietly, before taking a deep breath and continuing, her voice getting softer with every word. "D-does Hans make you happy, Elsa?"
Taken aback, Elsa could only look at her sister for a long moment. "Does he make me happy? I.. I guess. He upsets me more often than not, but he's sweet and I really do think he's changed."
Anna relaxed visibly. "Kristoff told me Hans might not have even been in his right mind when he came here the first time."
Elsa was wringing her hands. "What do you mean?"
"I think he was being controlled by someone else. Kristoff didn't tell me who Hans had named."
Elsa shivered despite the warmth in the room. "I think I know who did it."
