Uh.. So.. Kind of a weird chapter. I just see them really loving each other's hair, you know? I need prompts for this because otherwise, you guys are just going to get weird chapters like this. It's really short because I've never exactly written about hair before..?

Hair:

As weird as it sounded, hair played a big role in Elsa and Hans' relationship. It does sound incredibly weird actually.. But, with a little explanation, it won't.

Elsa loved Hans' hair. That was one of her favorite physical qualities about him. Except for those damn sideburns. She hated those.

His hair was the thing her hands had always tangled themselves in during a passionate kiss, or in a sudden burst of lust. That perfectly combed auburn hair would soon be wild and unruly, all because of her. She loved that.

Or, even, when she had reached a low point in her life. The stress of every thing around the Queen had become too much to bear and she had broken down into tears for the first time in, well, a while.

Poor Hans had to sit on his moderately sized bed with her in his lap, dressed only in her nightgown, her face buried into the shoulder of his silk pajamas. When she had finally stopped her tears, she had moved to bury her face into his hair for comfort. It smelled of strawberries. Not very manly.

Even during intercourse, Elsa's hair was one of Hans' favorite parts of it.. Besides her body, obviously.

He would start off by gently kissing along her jawline, usually earning a response of, "Not now, I'm busy." But the second he would start nipping at her neck, she gave in. Slowly, one by one, her clothing was peeled off of her, but he would leave her hair alone; leaving it in the braid or bun it was in that day.

Then, finally, he would remove all the pins or pieces keeping her hair in place and let it fall. God, she had long hair... It reached the small of her back. It was like a wonderful waterfall of platinum blonde; perfect for tangling his fingers in later on.

After their little romp was over and through with, he would gently pull her back against his chest, nuzzling his face into the blonde hair affectionately. But, he had to avoid getting any in his mouth. That had happened once or twice and it wasn't pleasant. Her hair didn't taste as good as it smelled.

Both viewed the other's hair as comforting and both saw the other's equally lovely.

Hans always wished Elsa would wear her hair down more often; but she always refused, saying that wouldn't look good for her as a Queen.

Elsa usually wished she could mess up those auburn locks more often, but usually had to refrain herself throughout the day.

Hair just.. Played an important role in the mess both Hans and Elsa called a relationship.