Day 6's Prompt: "Consort"

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Consort

"Good evening, Hans."

Hans, who was sitting on the bed with his head was down like he was meditating and his hands were clasped as if in prayer, looked up and squinted trying to peer into the darkness of the room.

"Elsa," he stood up, smiling, walking towards her with his arms outstretched. "To what do I owe this pleasant visit this late in the night?"

"Am I not allowed to visit you when I please?" Elsa asked with one raised eyebrow, walking towards Hans but still stopping a few meters away from him.

"You may," Hans closed the distance between them. "I just thought you might have forgotten about me today."

"You're very good at creeping into my mind," Elsa smirked at him. "Forgetting you is not really an option."

"I'm flattered," Hans reached out, touching her face tenderly, leaning down, his lips hovered above hers. "Vey flattered, indeed."

"Mhm, you should be," Elsa smiled mischievously, craning her neck upwards and blowing a cold air gently on his lips. "I'm the queen after all."

"I'm a lucky man," Hans trailed his thumb on her lower lip. "That the queen has chosen me to be her consort."

Elsa reached up her fingers ran down his nape, then she raked her hands through his auburn hair, "You should definitely enjoy this while it last."

"Oh but," he kissed her forehead, then her cheek. "I am," his kisses trailed down the crook of her neck. "Enjoying this," he watched the dazed look in her eyes, kissing her again near her lips. "Aren't you?"

The smile on Elsa's lips was slow, almost sexy, she pulled him down and kissed him, it was held back in its passion, as though her tongue was only beginning to curiously explore. He smiled into the kiss, deepening it.

His arms reached down for her waist, pulling her flush against him as much as he could without hurting her, he could feel her fingers tangling itself with his hair. A moan escaped her lips, almost making him want to lose the hold he had on his control right then.

"I would take you right here, right now, Elsa," Hans pulled away, long enough to pierce her with the lustful look in his eyes. "If I could. It's not always a man like me can control myself, in the presence of a goddess such as yourself."

"Flattery, Hans?" she asked, returning his gaze and biting her lower lip. His eyes were drawn to the movement, making him groan, he kissed her again.

A primal growl erupted from within his chest and he wrenched himself away from her, "Truly, Elsa," he muttered darkly, turning away. "This is a dangerous thing that we're doing."

She wanted to reach out for him, but held herself back, she was unaware of the sudden drop of temperature in the room, "I know."

"Our clandestine meetings ahas got to stop but..." he turned back to her. Looking at how messy her hair was, how flushed her cheeks were, and how swollen and redder her lips seemed to be. A small, pained smile crept on his lips, "I feel miserable when you're not around. It's not a very good admission to say I've slowly gotten used to having you around. Addicted to your touch even, as shameful as it may be to admit."

"I'm glad to hear that I'm not alone in those sentiments," Elsa smiled back at him, the emotion in her eyes were similar, as she hurriedly went on fixing herself as best as she could. "Goodbye, Hans."

"Until next time," Hans nodded, then he smirked. "Though, Elsa?" he touched the metal rods in front of him, his palms were hotter than normal. "Next time, don't freeze the bars of my cell."

The loftiness in her laughter was forced, she pulled the cloak above her head, hiding the emotions in her eyes, "Of course."

It was a dangerous game, they were playing. Hans knew that very well. He was a nobody. The only person who trusted him enough here in Arendelle, that he cared for just as much, was Elsa.

It was a long story, how he ended up back in Arendelle, in its dungeons, one he never bothered to tell, it bores him to tell the story, and his mind was always focused on Elsa anyway.

The prisoner should not be playing this game with the Queen of Arendelle.

But it was very hard not to.

Already, as he watched her walking her away, listening to her footsteps when she disappeared from his sight, he couldn't wait for the next night she would be there with him.

And he knew Elsa felt the same.

How could she not?

After all, she is my queen, and I her consort.

Even if it were just pretend.

Day 6 is short because I'm out of ideas. I'll make it up to you guys by writing another compilation. Though, I promise to make the compilation a bit happier than the first one.

Thanks to everyone who's reviewed/favorited/followed this, and this gratitude also extends to everybody else who took the time to just simply read these fics.

My entrance exam reviews (ugh) will be starting tomorrow (cries) it's only thrice a week, and half a day, but having those reviews will definitely NOT stop me from my daily updates.

My day just wouldn't be complete of I can't entertain you with my stories, so I sincerely hope that you have been enjoying these.

Iceburns week is about to end, but I still have a few more stories to put in here.

(Namely: Cinderella II and Dirty Little Secrets) (and maybe two more songfics, and a compilation?)

In tumblr, we talked about how Hans is really great to write as an asshole, and I agreed completely, because I thought it would be really fun to watch him get whipped.

So Dirty Little Secrets is basically a songfic about SPOILERS: sub/dom Helsa fanfic, in which Elsa is the dom and Hans is the sub. :))) It's not going to be very graphic, but I will try my best to make it entertaining as heck, so wait for that. (If you've got any suggestions or tips for these PLEASE feel free to tell me, I'll need all the help I can get.)

Again, my thanks to everyone who has read/been reading this. :)

Cheers!