I am so, so sorry this took as long as it did and the outcome is still terrible. A week ago, I hurt my wrist, and was put in a splint and am currently in said splint. The splint made it very hard to type and hurt when I took it off. Now I have it off to type this but it immediately goes right back on afterwards. Besides the fact, my motivation for writing has gone right out the door. I'm hoping it comes back with a week or two, and if not, I'm screwed.
This story is probably going to be ending within the next one or two chapters.. I have literally no idea how to end it, so maybe throw some ideas out there? Please, please, please? As desperate as that sounds.
The Sky:
As the Northern Lights danced outside her window in surreal colors, Elsa threw her head back against the pillow on her bed, sighing for the fourth time in that hour. It was some ungodly hour in the morning, and she couldn't sleep. Wonderful.
She was becoming aggravated and she needed to get up. Upon rolling out of bed in a rather unladylike fashion (who was around to see it?), a lightbulb went on over her head (metaphorically, of course.) Hans was in the guest room down the hall, probably sleeping peacefully.. And she was going to interrupt that slumber.
Slowly, the Queen slipped out of her own room in simply her nightgown, her hair out of her usual braid; cascading down her back in a waterfall of platinum blonde. A most inappropriate appearance, but at this point, she could hardly care less.
Not bothering to knock because she knew he wouldn't hear it, she slipped into his room, moving towards the bed to shake him slightly. "Hans," she whispered, ignoring a mumble of 'Go back to bed, Elsa'.
"The sky's awake, so I'm awake... " She mumbled dramatically, draping her back across his body in a dramatic fashion. She stayed there for a moment before bolting upright, pouncing on him. "So we have to play!" She giggled - That was a weird thing; Hearing Elsa giggle. She hardly ever did that.
Slowly, one green eye opened to look at her, and then the other before Hans grunted. He sat up, shoving her off of him and onto the other side of the bed. "Elsa... It's late. Please go back to bed."
"So we have to play." She pursed her lips, narrowing her eyes at him. "Otherwise, I'll make sure we won't for a very long time."
A moment of silence before Hans (still half-asleep, mind you) opened his arms for her and she scrambled into his lap, straddling him. If he wasn't awake now, he sure would be soon enough..
Almost immediately afterwards, lipstick-less pale lips began pressing light little kisses along the Prince's neck and jaw. Elsa peppered kisses all over his face, skipping his lips completely. She would get there later.
Petite, nimble fingers began to undo the buttons of his nightshirt one-by- one. (At this point he was beginning to wake up and had begun lazily nipping at the Snow Queen's neck.) Then, slowly the kisses were pressed and trailed down his chest.
Hans sighed softly, his arm loosely draped over Elsa's midsection.
"See? Playing isn't so bad when you know how to do it right." She smirked, nuzzling her naked form up against his.
The Prince scrunched his nose, spitting out a few strands of her hair that had gotten into his mouth. "Maybe these, er... Odd 'sky' nights aren't so bad."