Okay, so you guys are lucky. There will be two more chapters after this one because I couldn't stand to end the story with thirteen chapters. I have a thing about odd numbers.
So sorry for this chapter being so short. Again, my wrist is killing me, but I can't stand to leave this story. Such an annoyance. I love you guys too much to keep you waiting again, and I'm sort of sad I'm bringing it to a close. But I'm sure you'll be getting more Hansla stuff from me soon enough afterwards.. Or my Frozen AU. Whichever comes first.
I need ideas for the final two though. Chapter thirteen will probably just be another light drabble.. But I want to end the story with something big. The ideas of a marriage proposal or Hansla kids popped into my head for a split second, but I just don't think that's the way to go, you know? Seems a little cliché and unlike them.. But, we'll see. What do you think I should do for lucky chapter number fourteen?
Love Bites:
Funny thing about love bites... They took their sweet time to go away. Elsa had found that out the night after her and Hans had begun their little affair together.
The first time it seemed like her body was covered in them; starting from her neck and ending at her thighs. And everywhere in-between. That was such an embarrassing experience in the morning with her handmaidens to say the least. None of them said anything, but she earned quite a few questioning looks.
"I tripped and fell down the stairs yesterday.. Pure accident. Won't happen again." She had lied. The Queen of Arendelle had flat out lied - and a terrible lie at that. One of the women tutted, shaking her head at her, actually believing she had fallen down the stairs. If only falling down the stairs could explain the bruises on her inner thighs.
The next time, as Hans as begun planting little kisses along her neck, she had to give him warning.
"Just.. Try not to leave too many bruises. Please. It's so hard to hide them." Elsa had pleaded with him. Hans nodded and resumed, but oh, he couldn't resist. He had to mark her as his. Well that and.. Watching her try to hide them throughout the day would be hilarious.
This time, he made sure to leave a few extra little bruises (not that Elsa minded in the heat of it all) plus a few burns and bite marks. How wickedly evil he was.
Elsa was fuming the next morning. In a feeble attempt to avoid her handmaidens seeing the marks of possession, she tried to avoid having them dress her altogether.
"I think I can dress myself today-" She had assured, slamming the door right in their faces. They all stood their for a few moments, dumbstruck by it all. Since when did the Queen ever dress herself?
Hans never got to live that one down. Would she ever realize that her words of discouragement only encouraged him to continue giving her all the markings he did? Well, there was that, and her milky white skin was so pure. It was just asking to be ravaged every single time.