Arranged

By- An Unknown Foreign Beauty

A Frozen AU

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This is all too familiar scene

Life imperceptively coming between

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Their marriage was an arranged one, based on purely political reasons. And the reasons were very simple. She needed a husband to keep the royal bloodline intact, and her kingdom needed a permanent alliance with a powerful kingdom like his. It was a proposition made by his father soon after her parent's demise, and her council agreed immediately considering the benefits coming with the marriage.

The marriage ceremony was a short one. He held her hand as she let go Kai's arm, letting her join at the dais. He gave her a courteous, formal nod, but she did not even look at him. They sat in silence through the Bishop's homily. He had to slip the ring to her bare finger. She paused just then, prompting the Bishop to clear his throat, politely asking her to remove her gloves. And she did. Her hands were literally freezing.

Her husband gave her a surprised look when her cold hands touched his, but he slipped the gold ring on her finger anyway, feeling her whole hand shake in his grasp as he pronounced his vows. She did the same to him, without bothering to look at him. Her vows were empty in her ears, meaningless as they passed her lips. His lips were dry when they kissed. Dignitaries from foreign kingdoms congratulated them when the Bishop finally presented them as husband and wife. He offered her his arm as she followed him to join the rest of the kingdom in the balcony, hands clasped, rings gleaming on their fingers.

The kingdom went on their knees at the sight of their new rulers, and cried in unison, "All hail Her majesty Queen Elsa of Arendelle. All hail His royal highness Prince Hans of the Southern Isles."

Those whose love is as strong

As it could or should be

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The wedding was followed by a ball in the evening. The queen peeped through the door of the adjoining ballroom to see the eager faces waiting for her entrance. Unconsciously her gaze fell on her gloved hands, how normal they looked behind them. But it was only her who could feel the frost gathering beneath them. Soon she would be asked to join her husband in their first dance. God knew how long she could control the curse.

So for the first time during the whole ceremony, Elsa began to feel nervous.

"If you're really going to dance with me, my queen," She was startled by a deep baritone beside her. She whirled around to find her husband. She had no idea when he sneaked behind her to join her at the door of the ballroom. She did not bother to look at his face during the wedding. But now, when her blue eyes met his sparkling green ones, she began to realize how handsome he really was. With his charming smile, dark red hair, and nicely trimmed sideburns, he could easily steal any woman's heart.

"I suggest you have something to drink first." He stopped at a banquet table, lifted a bottle of champagne from the center of the table, and poured some champagne into an unused glass. "Alcohol acts as an anesthetic," he told Elsa with a grin as he handed her the glass, "Dancing with me could be a painful and dangerous experience."

The orchestra was playing a popular slow song as they neared the dance floor, but when Elsa started to put the glass of champagne down on a table, he shook his head. "Finish it."

"Are you really that worried about stepping on my feet?" She asked, her smile filled with a mixture of sarcasm, relief, and laughter.

"Certainly not," He smiled, taking her hand in one, and placing another on his shoulder as he led her to the dance floor."I'm worried that you'll be so tense and stiff that you'll step on my feet."

His words startled the queen. She tilted her head to the side to meet his gaze to assess how much he knew about her, but he turned away his head immediately. Looking at the eager faces in the ballroom, he smiled, "But I am afraid you must fulfill the public demand tonight."

The crowd cheered as the couple started to dance. Elsa's head felt very light as Hans twirled her swiftly. Within a moment Elsa realized that her husband was a very good dancer, who could make even an ungraceful dancer like her twirling and sweeping across the floor with music. Anna was dancing with some foreign dignitary at a distance. Elsa could not but note the surprise in her eyes, for she knew that she always disliked dancing. Elsa herself was surprised too. Probably, alcohol was muddling her brain.

When he slid his arm around her on the dance floor, Elsa gazed up at him, her features soft and warm for the first time since the wedding. "Prince Hans?"

He returned her smile, but the green eyes that regarded her from beneath half-lowered lids seemed preoccupied, thoughtful. "Hmm?"

"Has anyone ever told you that you are very handsome and gallant?" Alcohol was really lowering her guard a bit.

"Too many." he laughed. "As an admiral, I have traveled to many lands and met many women. Some of them really found me very handsome indeed."

He laughed at the memory. He held her wrists and twirled her gently. "What about you, your majesty? Have anyone ever told you that you are beautiful?"

"I've never courted any man before you."

She kept her answers short. If he sensed her annoyance at his presence it only worked to spur him on because he was smiling.

"What a pity!"

To her dismay, she let him place his gloved hands in hers. His warmth penetrated her gloves, seeping through her frosted fingers, melting the ice inside. There was latent sexuality about him, but now in the glowing candlelight, it became an aura of cool sophistication and inevitable attraction. All eyes remained on the new handsome Prince Consort as they danced, and Elsa was relieved to see that no one was giving the queen any special attention.

"Have you courted any of them?" Alcohol possibly occupied her brain too much, and she was surprised to hear her own giggle.

In the answer, she saw his jaw tighten, but he maintained his posture anyway, "No. I've bedded two or three of them, but courting…well, it is very unlikely for a prince who is thirteenth in the line to the throne."

Elsa's reply was an irrepressible giggle. "Liar."

He looked stung. "Now, that is one thing I am not."

There was a certain sadness in his tone that made the queen look into his eyes. It might be really awful, growing up in the shadow of twelve older brothers, being considered inferior to their greater opportunity to have the throne quicker than him. She thought of how Anna always stalked off angrily after their few minutes of laughter. For a second it was like it always had been before it all went wrong.

Hans probably understood her thoughts and twirled her again. With her heart filled with confusion and her head swimming from all the wine and champagne she'd drunk to reinforce her courage, she asked, "Then why did you agree to marry me?"

Instead of answering, he gazed at her in speculative silence for a so long, that Elsa began to feel very uncomfortable. "Let me hear about you first."

"To make my kingdom politically strong and to beget an heir, of course." Annoyed by the hint of mischief in his eyes, Elsa decided to tease him back. "But you don't seem very eager too."

"To try my luck, of course." His eyes never left hers, and they glinted with mischief as he spoke, "Besides it is my only way to get rid of my brothers. I considered it better than being stuck in there, being treated like a throwaway."

"You are an awful gambler, Prince Hans," she said.

"I am afraid, that term goes to you too, Queen Elsa." He gazed deep into her icy blue eyes, and Elsa shivered at the thought that he could actually see through her facade.

"But I am willing to take this chance." He smiled.

"It sounds like a business proposition," Elsa said firmly, ignoring the butterflies in her stomach.

"A business proposition it is, your highness." He grinned mischievously, and Elsa wondered if he had something else in his mind, "Since none of us entered into this marriage willingly, we can shorten the duration of our contract to one year. By this time, I will give you an heir, and you will help me to prove myself worthy to my brothers. We shall never fall in love, which is the most important part. At the end of the year, we will resume our previous lives. We shall be even free to choose partners and to live separately. Our marriage will be a part of our appearances in public. I promise I will not even ask you to share your bed with me after this."

He had just read her mind. But he also knew how to avoid public scandals. Elsa searched his shadowy face for some indication that he was joking, but his expression was completely serious. "Am I honestly supposed to take you—I mean, this proposal—seriously?"

"I assure you, I'm completely serious." Elsa looked into his eyes trying to understand his intention, but he seemed very much determined in his proposition, "Do you agree with me, Your Majesty?"

"Certainly." The queen held out her arms in a gesture of complete cooperation. "But the chance of your winning is very slim."

"I will try my best." He assured her.

I would give the world

To stay just as we are

It is better by far.

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The wedding ball was followed by a grand dinner. Elsa was overwhelmed by wishes and gifts from the guests as they held the knife over a spectacular cake—too grand, she thought, for her relatively unwanted marriage. They took turns shoving cake in each other's faces; Hans manfully swallowed his portion. She threw her bouquet with atypical skill, right into Anna's surprised hands. Her new brothers-in-law howled with laughter at her blush while her husband removed her garter—which she had shimmied down nearly to her ankle—very carefully with his teeth. Frost gathered at her feet as his teeth grazed her thigh, and she prayed not to freeze him right in the public. She was still so uncomfortable with touching people. Fortunately, it did not take Hans too long to remove the garter off her thigh, and Elsa quickly pressed her legs together, letting out a sigh of relief.

Soon after the wedding dinner, he picked her up in bridal style, and she furiously prayed to God to help her to go through the next part of the marriage ritual. Instead of wrapping her arms around her husband's neck as he carried her to their new bedchamber, she kept her hands gathered carefully in her lap and squirmed off his arms as soon as they entered into their honeymoon suite.

"You are not used to touch other people…" He observed, shrugging.

"I like doing things on my own." Elsa chuckled nervously, taking her crown and veil off. Her husband took the time to get rid himself of his boots as she undid her bun, letting the platinum curls fall down her back.

She almost jumped out of her skin as he suddenly sneaked up behind her, placing his hands on her waist. His warm breath brushed a bit of her loose hair away from her neck as his lips touched her skin. Elsa's fingers automatically dragged into her palm, grateful that her gloves were still on comfortably like they could conceal her powers even during this.

"The deal we have made requires some human touch." He whispered in her ears, his voice low and almost seductive. "Maybe some intimate ones." He finished with a smile, withdrawing his lips from her neck. Elsa was relieved that he did. Her eyes met the exposed skin above the vee of his silk shirt, and she quickly lowered her gaze, blushing deeply.

Now Elsa was not an idiot or completely ignorant about what happens in the wedding nights. She knew what must be done to get her part of the deal. Yet it felt so strange to share her room with another person all on a sudden, while she was practically isolated from the rest of the world for many years. Elsa could hear her shaky breathing as she rid herself of her earrings and necklace. A thousand warning bells were clanging madly in her head, making her extremely nervous.

It also frightened her. She tried to put the things into perspective and realized it would be ridiculous to step back now when she willingly signed the deal.

"I know," she said. She was dying from shame for being so straightforward, but he only arched his brows.

"Well," Hans gazed into her eyes deeply, and Elsa wondered he could sense her discomfort, "Then I guess you are ready to enjoy our wedding night." He tried to keep his voice casual, but Elsa didn't miss the hint of a smirk on his lips. He was completely professional, she realized. If she wanted to win, she needed to play along with no matter what.

"Yes," She shook her head nervously. Frost began forming inside her gloves as he moved closer, loosening the upper button of his shirt. "So am I, your majesty." He whispered. Elsa tried to fix her gaze on his face, which seemed more appropriate now. The temperature dropped around her a bit more when she felt his breath brushing her skin, leaving goosebumps wherever they touched. Conceal, don't feel. She could do this. She had to do this.

He gazed at her face for a moment, as if trying to analyze what was going inside her head. Elsa tried to summon all of her strength, and looked into the green of her husband's eyes, waiting for him to make the first move…

Elsa's entire body tensed as his hands curved around her shoulders, drawing her back against his full length."If you want to get your part of the deal, then let me kiss you, my queen." He whispered in her ears. Elsa nodded nervously. His warm lips touched a sensitive place behind her ear, sending shivers racing down her entire body. "Kiss me back, my queen," He urged, in a voice like velvet, his mouth against her ear. Elsa to follow his instructions but her breath came out in a shuddering sigh.

Ice began forming all around her, inside her gloves, at her feet…everywhere…

Her heart was racing beneath his palm as he slid it over her midriff, taking his time before he let himself touch the full, tantalizing breasts beneath her corset. He slid a kiss over her temple and trailed another down the silken skin of her cheek. Elsa tried to respond…she tried to kiss him back….she tried to stop the ice forming around her fingers…but in his arms she felt like…Wood.

The deal wasn't as easy as she thought. Loveless sex was much harder.

She was breathing as if she was running; her heart was thundering from…Fright. Frost began creeping along the walls of their bedroom, and the temperature around her dropped a few more degrees. If she continued losing control like that, she would end up freezing the entire castle before sunrise.

She pulled back and took a sharp breath. Concerned, Hans loosened his grip around her wrists. "Your majesty?" He asked, looking at his wife with much worry, "What's wrong?"

"I can't do this.' she almost cried, eyes wide like a frightened child.

"Then what do you want to do, my queen?" He moved closer, curiously brushing away the snow in her hair. He took her gloved hands in his. His hands were dangerously warm in contrast to hers. For some reason, she was enjoying his touch, but it only unsettled her emotions.

"I want to sleep." She huffed nervously.

"But what about our wedding night?" The concern in his voice was gone, and Elsa was disappointed to see him slipping into his previous mood. "Finished?" He asked smothering a smile.

"Yes." She drew a ragged breath, fighting utter humiliation.

"As you wish, your highness." He smirks widened. He sat down in the king-sized bed to remove his socks for the night. Elsa gave him a sideways glance as she undid her corset to change into something comfortable. He did not look so disappointed. But did he look happy?

Knowing her inevitable defeat in the challenge she had taken, Elsa was not yet comfortable with the thought of sharing her bed with a complete stranger. "Umm…" She hesitated, looking at the snow at her feet. "Can you please take the guest room? I prefer to sleep alone."

Her request made Hans stare at his wife for a second in utter surprise, but soon a smile laced his lips, "Of course, your majesty."

Then he took his possessions and left the room without further argument.

Next morning as she walked down the corridor, she heard the maids gossiping about something. They fell silent as soon as they caught the sight of their queen. It did not take Elsa long to find out the subject of their gossip, because Anna greeted her with a huge grin on her face.

"Is it true Elsa, that you have kicked your husband out of your bedroom last night?" She giggled, sipping the pea soup, her least favorite dish.

Elsa tried to stare her down, but the princess continued giggling. "It is scandalous, Elsa."

She blushed. She turned to look at her husband in a chair next to her, only to find him watching her with an amused grin in his face.

Not to be too wise

As we realize

There were truths

And there were lies.

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The incident of their wedding night didn't remain a secret for long. It started as a mare gossip among the maids, but soon rumors began to spread across the kingdom like wildfire. Some contained juicy details of the prince's secret extramarital affairs, while others simply blamed the queen for being frigid.

The queen was completely aware of the gossips about her, but the thought of having loveless sex, purely for procreation still disgusted her. She might be a wise, calculative queen, but still, she couldn't give up the idea of romantic lovemaking. In the other hand, she also knew, in most of the royal marriages, love was the last thing mattered.

Moreover, her husband never stopped entertaining her with his mischievous grin, dropping hints of what must be done in this situation. It added more to her annoyance. She also knew the prince was right in his point, so the realization annoyed her more.

Despite their silent mind game, Elsa couldn't but admit that Prince Hans made an excellent consort. He graced the throne beside her very confidently, covered her lack of social grace during council meetings. He helped her people during drought and famine, shared the burden of her royal works, helped her to make critical political decisions when needed. She soon found his suggestions very useful. Her power seemed to be in control whenever he was with her. She felt more confident in his presence. He proved himself so efficient that Elsa put him in the charge of Arendelle's royal navy without a second thought.

He was in an excellent relationship with Anna too, more like an older sibling she failed to be. So when Anna brought an ice harvester named Kristoff to the castle to appoint him as her chaperone, Hans supported her obviously, saying that Anna needed someone to watch over her continuously as both of them were too busy to keep an eye on her.

"She is still to be married." He said, "We can't let her reputation being ruined."

Elsa knew her sister well, and a few reports about her troublemaking adventures came in her knowledge too. So she took Hans' advice seriously and appointed Kristoff as Anna's personal bodyguard.

Besides taking care of Anna, they shared some other fields of interest. Both of them were voracious readers. She often found him sitting beside the fire in the library, shuffling through different kinds of books. She carried one or two books of her choice and settled in a chair beside him. They could talk about various things- from politics to the latest fashion trends, or sometimes they could just sit together in silence for hours. Elsa could hardly concentrate on anything when they were together. Her eyes traveled to his auburn hair for no apparent reason, sometimes she found herself speculating unknowingly how green his eyes were.

She was angry with the traitorous reaction of her body when he was near her, still, she couldn't take her eyes off him.

"Have you ever found the Kamasutra exciting, Majesty?" Suddenly Hans' voice interrupted her idle gaze.

Elsa quickly looked at the book she was holding. Blood crept to her ears when she read the title.

"Yes…umm…No….NO…" She quickly put down the scandalous book to grab another from the self. She returned to her chair quickly and pretended to read, but she could hardly concentrate. When she looked up from the book, she found him still watching her with a sly grin on his lips.

"What?" Elsa tried to sound annoyed, but surprisingly she found herself enjoying his attention.

"I am just trying to read you." He hummed in reply close to her ear. Her eyes closed for a brief second as his breath brushed her skin. Then she wondered if he had already found her little secret, and gazed at her gloved hands, then gazed back at him.

"You've possibly assumed that I'm a naïve, frigid woman." She let out an unamused laugh.

"No," He kept his gaze fixed on her face, "I think you are just a scared little girl."

"What makes you think like that?" Elsa frowned.

"Because all of us have secrets. Our fears. These are the things which keep us alive." He shrugged, "May I ask what is it in your case?"

"That is an odd question. I am not bound to answer."

"No, you are not. But we can share it. Tell me what is it?"

"Losing my sister," There was something in his voice that she could no longer ignore. "What about you?" She whispered. She had never asked anyone about their personal secrets before. But she could not hold back her curiosity anymore.

"I'm afraid of remain invisible for the rest of my life as my brothers pretend I am," He smiled, finally easing the tension.

"You're not invisible," She smiled back. His eyes were dim green in the dark library.

"How can you be sure, your majesty?"

His words made her giggle in a way like she never did before. When she finally stopped smiling, she looked at his face, at the reflection of the orange fire in his green orbs. He was not teasing anymore. He seemed, at that moment, to appreciate something about her she could not appreciate herself. Their gazes finally locked in a speculative silence that made Elsa very uncomfortable.

"What's wrong?" She whispered, but he didn't answer. Instead, he closed the distance between them. Elsa was afraid that he was going to kiss her, so she leaned against the back of her chair, trying to melt into it, but he stopped an inch away from her face.

"You are afraid of dying unloved." His voice came in a whisper, "You are afraid of yourself."

His words made her lose her composure for a while. "What do you mean by that?" She asked, regaining her posture quickly.

He sighed. The fire in the hearth was burning low. "Do you know you look absolutely beautiful when you smile, your majesty?" His hot breath brushed her skin.

"I am flattered, my prince." Elsa tried to look away, but she couldn't. There was something about him that kept her spellbound. She could not even protest when he leaned in to place a chaste kiss on her cheek.

"Remember our deal?" He said before closing the door.

Damn, Elsa thought, as she traced the place of her cheek where Hans kissed her. Ice gathered around her fingers, and she gripped the armrest to control herself, freezing the chair in the process.

Knowing I want you,

Knowing I love you,

Cannot compare

My despair

Knowing I lost you…

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Exactly five months after their marriage, few of her brothers-in-law considered it necessary to check on their youngest brother and his wife. Elsa could not recall all of their names or the titles they held, but she sat with them in the dinner table, discussed politics and trade matters like a proper queen. She was afraid that their unhappy married life would affect the meeting, but she was amazed in the way Hans cooperated.

He looked at her with soft eyes, smiled back at her; she laughed at his jokes, and he flirted openly with her. He took her arm when they went to supper, and she walked by his side. He sat beside her in the dinner table, glowing with intelligence and knowledge. He was also a wonderful politician, attentive and willing to contribute. He argued with his brothers confidently as if the welfare of Arendelle was his first concern, and swore his loyalty to his queen. She even managed to sign three trade contracts with his help.

They could make an example of a perfect couple, she mused, if not she was aware of his real intention. If not there was a stupid deal, Elsa would probably fall in love with her husband by now. There were times—too many times—that she forgot what they agreed in their wedding night. Times when all she could remember was the enchantment of his smile, the kindness he showed to her people, and the way he made her laugh. Twice, she had actually walked past him and grabbed his lapels, until he bent down to press a kiss on her temple because it seemed so natural and so right.

Elsa played her part well. She introduced him to his brothers as her most trusted counselor, told them how much she valued his opinion on everything. She gave him the opportunity to talk with his brothers, to sit with them in the same position. Even the twins- Rudi and Runo, whom Hans often described as brutish things, were forced to treat Hans as an individual instead of the invisible one.

That night, Elsa was sitting with her hip on the arm of his chair, her trim derriere practically on his arm. Lars, the third oldest, also one of Hans' nicer brothers, was describing some childhood antics of Hans and the whole family was laughing. Elsa laughed so hard she slid sideways into his lap. They parted quickly enough, but Elsa's traitorous body had been reacting to the temptation of him before that. She could practically feel his erection pressing hard against her thighs, and her inside was soaking wet when she squirmed off his lap.

Hans tried to follow her, but Runo caught him quickly and dragged him in. Elsa hid quickly behind the curtains, still blushing furiously, her chest rising and falling hard with each breath.

Pressing her back against the door, Elsa wondered how poor Hans was dealing with his nasty brothers alone, then she heard their voices in the room. She pressed her ear against the wooden door and heard Lar's voice, speaking to Hans.

"Are you planning to ask for the title of King?" He sounded completely professional.

"Not yet." Came Hans' reply.

"If you are too cowardly to ask for the title of King instead of Consort, then your son could inherit the title for you." Lars continued as if they were conversing about the weather, "By default, the heir will be of Westergaard bloodline. Is it not what we have discussed before you boarded the ship to Arendelle?"

It did not take Elsa long to put the pieces together. All the care, all the kindness, were only a way to make her agree to give birth to an heir of the Southern Isles bloodline. Hans knew she would never grant the title of King to a stranger, so he plotted this all along with his brothers. Once they had a child together, Elsa knew she could not send him away for the sake of the child. She would ask him to stay longer, and gradually he would earn her trust to gain control over her. With him being in charge, his brothers could easily hold him by the neck, by extension her. With a streak of naïveté and self-delusion, she didn't know she possessed, she waited for Hans' answer.

"I remember."

Then her world came crashing down.

I have been a fool to allow dreams to become great expectations.

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Elsa cried through the night, freezing her room for the first time since her parent's death. In the morning, she decided to keep her distance from her husband. She ordered Kai to remove Hans' desk from her office. Kai looked surprised but carried out her order anyway. All of his possessions were carefully removed from her office before noon.

Slowly and very slowly, she began to cut him off his royal duties. She hardly let him accompany her to foreign travels or council meetings. They only appeared together on the occasions where the presence of the royal couple together was obligatory. One day she simply called him in the library and informed that he had no longer to be in the charge of her navy.

Hans was obviously hurt and asked for an explanation, so that night they had a very bad argument.

"I am not bound to explain to you everything." Elsa's expression was indifferent. " Not to you. I am the queen, and remember you are not the king."

"You are my wife," Hans said calmly, crossing his arms on his chest.

"Do you still call our relationship a marriage?" She almost cried. Ice gathered at her feet as tears threatened to fall from her eyes. "It is just a play. A lie. God!" She wrapped her arms around her shoulders, trying hard to control herself. But the temperature around her continued to drop more and more. "I can't even imagine that I believed a fraud like you..."

"Elsa…" Pain reflected in his eyes as he heard his wife's accusation. But he kept his voice calm."Please, tell me what happened…"

"I…" She cried and chocked. Frozen tears gathered at the corners of her eyes, but she could not utter a word. The pain was so great that her words died inside her throat.

They could continue arguing for another hour if not a voice at the door startled them.

"Elsa…" The couple turned to find a very frightened Anna. Her face went white when she saw the angry expression in Elsa's face. Her gaze darted from Elsa to Hans.

"What's wrong?" She asked.

Now the last thing she needed to be interrupted by her sister. She needed Anna's help badly right now, but involving her in this matter would only make things worse. She collapsed in a nearby chair and averted her face from her sister.

"Go away, Anna."

Anna's face fell immediately. She wrapped her arms around her and turned to leave, her shoulders still shaking. Elsa was feeling bad for turning down her sister in this way. But she had no other way. She could not let her drag her in her own problems.

"Anna…" Hans followed her and caught her in the corridor. Her eyes were practically red from crying. She might have been crying for long. He walked near her and took her hand. "Anna, tell me what is troubling you." His voice was soft.

Anna threw a frightened look at her enraged sister watching her from the library door. "Nothing." She shook her head vigorously.

"Do you want to talk in private?" Understanding her uneasiness, Hans suggested.

Anna gazed at the floor and Hans understood. "Well, come on. Let's talk in private." He took her hand and led her to her bedroom.

How can I love you so much

Yet make no move.

There will be days and nights

When I want you,

More than I want to,

More than I should.

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It started with Kristoff suddenly leaving his job, and Hans taking his place during Anna's visits around the kingdom. Soon they began sitting together at the dining table and spending so much time in the library. Servants often found them asleep together in front of the hearth. Even when they talked, they talked in low voices, as if they were sharing some secrets.

There was something in the air, Elsa could sense it. Even the servants began whispering about the Prince Consort and the princess behind their backs.

Elsa openly asked Hans about their relationship, and he said that he was just teaching Anna more about the world outside the castle.

Though Elsa lost her faith in her husband long ago, she still believed in the innocence of their relationship. She wanted to believe it. She once called Kristoff in to ask about Anna. When he hesitated, Elsa ordered him to speak the truth. But the ice harvester only mumbled a faint apology, then ran away without answering her question.

Then one day Hans took Anna for sailing. Elsa went practically mad when she learned that Hans dismissed all the crews of the ship and sailed with Anna alone. When they did not return that night, she sent several search parties for them, but no one could give a single clue about where they headed. Nights after nights, she waited in the dock trying to find a trace of her sister or her husband, but both of them seemed vanished in the thin air.

After two weeks of searching, some fishermen finally spotted their ship near the north coast of the Isles. Elsa ordered the guards to bring them in immediately. When they were brought in, Elsa dismissed the guards and decided to discuss the seriousness of the matter with them openly. But Hans simply refused to talk and shut the door in her face. Since Hans remained silent, Elsa tried to ask Anna, but Anna overreacted. She cried loudly and stomped away.

Rumors began circulating around the whole kingdom involving her husband and her sister, even one day Gerda came to express her worry about the younger princess. "She is an unmarried girl." She said worriedly, "And she spent two weeks with a man, unchaperoned. Elsa, this is not improving her reputation."

"You are right, Gerda." Elsa could not but agree. Knowing it was useless to speak with either of them, she tried to discuss the matter with the council, but the council warned her not to take any drastic step unless there was no certain proof about the rumors, or it would ruin their relationship with the Southern Isles. Elsa talked with Gerda, and the good old maid advised the queen to wait for the deal to end. Now the queen was afraid of losing her only sister in the hands of a traitor before it was too late.

But things happened too soon for her liking during the midsummer's ball.

Elsa kept a safe amount of distance from her husband and consumed a great amount of alcohol to engage herself in a conversation with the annoying duke of Weselton. Right then Anna decided to ruin her mood.

"Elsa I—err- May I speak to you privately, your majesty?"

Whatever Anna had to say, she knew it involved Hans. She saw them talking earlier in the balcony. But she did not want to hear anything, especially about her husband. Anna hooked her arm into Elsa's. A part of Elsa's mind that was still working told her to break the contact immediately, the magic was still stirring beneath the surface. Anna could get hurt.

"Are you kidding me?" She hissed. "Go away. I've some important things to attend."

Elsa's angry voice frightened Anna. She immediately loosened her grip around her sister's arm. Elsa could see her shoulders shaking as she ran. God, she hurt her again.

But she had no other way. If she wanted to keep her sister safe, she had to stay away from her.

"How could you let her go off like this?" The Duke of Weselton gave the queen a surprised look, "I've seen your husband with her, alone in the balcony."

"Don't dare to give dirty hints about my sister and my husband," Elsa warned.

"Really!" A sly grin crossed the small man's lips, "Everybody knows about you and your husband not sleeping together. Don't you think that Prince Hans is a normal healthy male with needs, your majesty?"

Now that was enough for Elsa. Her alcohol laden brain interpreted the whole thing differently. And the thought of that her husband sleeping with her sister disgusted her. She could forgive Anna. She was nothing but a naïve young girl, head full of daydreams. But Hans? How could he lower himself in this way? A sudden urge of saving her sister from the clutch of that evil prince surged through her mind. The queen quickly excused herself from the party and exited the ballroom.

She found them in the balcony just like the duke told her. Anna was crying, and Hans was wiping her tears away from her cheeks. The expressions in their faces were so tender, so full of innocence that Elsa stopped to give the whole matter a second thought.

Then she heard them talking.

"The council will never approve of our relationship." Anna sobbed, "It is against the law."

"Don't cry, Anna." From her vantage point, Elsa could see Hans drawing Anna closer, "Have you tried to talk with Elsa?"

"Too many times," Anna raised her head from Hans' chest and sniffed. "But she never listens to a word I say. She keeps telling me to stay away from you. But…." Anna threw her arms around Hans, clinging to him for support, "What shall I do now? Elsa is so cold and distant…I'm so alone….You are the only one who understands me."

"Don't give up hope, Anna." Hans rested his jaw against Anna's hair, "We must do something before it is too late."

"What?" Anna looked surprised, "What are you talking about?"

"Elopement." He said, "Get married, then come back. The council will have nothing to do with the marriage. I know a priest in the Isles who can arrange this."

The words he said filled Elsa's mind with disgust. How could he be so evil?

A distant memory of making a stupid deal with him flashed in her mind. The way his eyes gleamed as they danced still haunted her days and nights. She was so blinded by his pretty mask. Now Anna was going to make the same mistake.

But Anna's heart seemed so full of her husband. It hurt her to break her sister's illusion. But that was the problem, she loved Anna. And the image of Anna being betrayed by her husband made her heartache. God knew she loved Anna more than herself, and for that reason, the next words came from her mouth.

"We have to talk," Elsa said, quietly.

They turned at the sound of her voice and froze when they saw the stern expression in her face. Anna looked at Hans for permission, he shook his head approvingly, and she walked near her sister.

"What is it about?" She met her eyes, practically red from crying.

"Anna, I really, really love you," Elsa said, ignoring her husband's presence completely. "Can we talk for a moment? Alone?"

Anna's eyes widened, but she took a step back to join Hans. Lacing her arm into his, she said very firmly, "No, Elsa, whatever you say, you can say to both of us."

"I just…you deserve to know the truth and I just—it's about Hans!" she practically shouted, now directly looking at the traitor prince who visibly cringed under her icy glare.

"What about him?"

"He is using you. Just like he tried to use me."

"You're not making any…"

"I know him better than you. Now stay away from him."

"You are jealous, Elsa." Suddenly, Anna's voice dripped sarcasm, "You are in love with him."

Elsa's eyes widened with the realization. "No," She said, shaking her head vigorously, wrapping her arms around her shoulders, trying to hide from the truth. "You know nothing about him, Anna."

"It is the truth, Elsa." Anna shot back, "Don't try to hide it."

"You have no idea…" Elsa hissed as the temperature around her began to drop. She might have ended with freezing Anna if not Hans stepped in between them in time. Shielding Anna carefully from his wife's rage, he placed his hand on her shoulder. "Is that why you are avoiding me, Elsa?" His voice was soft.

Never in her life had Elsa faced such a painful truth. And the realization only made things worse. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw frost creeping along the beams, covering the walls with thin layers of ice.

"I'm not bound to answer you." She brushed his hand away and turned. The storm inside her was only growing. She needed to get out of here before anything bad could happen.

"Elsa," Anna called her from behind, not ready to give up so easily, "You can't run away from things in this way. You need to know…"

"I don't need to know anything." Elsa was at the edge of her tolerance. All she needed a place to hide, a place to unleash her power free.

"You can't always run away," Anna ran to hold her hand. Elsa forcefully jerked her hand free from hers, losing one of her gloves in the process.

"Give me my gloves…" Elsa reached for her gloves. But Anna wasn't listening to her anymore. "You can't ruin my life like this. You can't ruin Hans' life this. You can't ruin your life like this. Why do you not want to listen to anyone? Why do you shut people out?" She was practically screaming so loud that the guests turned to look, "Why do you shut the world out? What are you afraid of?"

"Enough, Anna." The queen waved her bare hand angrily, and icicles formed all around her. Everyone gasped and staggered back.

"Elsa…" Anna gasped softly. Her eyes were full of pain.

Hans cut through the icicles to make his way towards his wife. "It is alright, Elsa." His voice was full of understanding. "I know you are upset. Let's go inside." He took her arm to support her to the door, but all she could do to stare at the icicles she had created. It was just like a scene from her nightmares. Now it was only coming true.

Not a moment soon his hand touched hers, her body tugged backward, she went rigid as though she were being pulled up by a string through her heart, and Hans felt a jolt of – something like a blast of wind – from her.

The sensation was nothing like those he had ever experienced, but it felt like a cold creeping slowing into his heart. He clutched his chest and stopped for breath, his vision wavered. He reached for the banister to steady himself, but his vision suddenly went dark.

"Hans…" Anna ran to catch him before he hit the floor. Elsa could only stand at a distance watching him fall.

Frost began to form at her feet as she saw a strand of his auburn hair turning white. Ice began to spread all over the walls, over the ceiling, everywhere.

"Monster!" The Duke of Weselton cried.

"My sister is no monster." Anna glared the man down, asking the guards to fetch a doctor, but it was not enough because the guests were already whispering about the unusual display from the queen.

"She is an unholy creature." One whispered.

"No human can possess such power." Another said, "She is a monster indeed."

"She will kill us all."

Her gaze flew to the unconscious form her husband, the white strand of hair among his rich auburn locks, painfully similar to the white strand in Anna's head. It was like a horrible replay of that fateful night.

No human could make the same mistake twice. She was a monster. A monster indeed.

And a monster had no place among humans.

She thrust the door open and ran.

Icicles grew in her wake, encircling her, separating her from the rest of the world. From somewhere she could hear Anna still calling for her. But she did not look back.

She would not look back.

I won't look back anymore

As if I do just for a moment.

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Elsa ran and ran until she found herself in the seclusion of the north mountain. She could still hear people whispering about her. She remembered the pain in Anna's eyes, she remembered Hans' hair turning white. In their eyes, she had transformed into something beyond redemption.

A witch. A monster.

Snow covered her footsteps, icy air froze her tears. She let go of another pair of her gloves.

She built a palace of ice in the mountains. It glistened, it sparkled in the rising sun. She threw away her crown, pulled down her hair from the bun and let go of her old clothes, leaving behind all of Arendelle, and replaced with ice and snow.

She was not a wife, she was not a sister. Not anymore. The queen of Arendelle was dead forever. All she was the queen of isolation, ruler of the snow and ice.

But could she change her heart? Her heart was still yearning for the love she left behind. Sitting in the isolation of her magnificent ice palace, she still remembered Anna's smile, Hans' soft kisses on her cheek. She shivered at the memory and touched the place where he kissed her many months ago. She still remembered the way his eyes sparkled when they danced on the night of their wedding. She remembered Anna's hugs or the way her eyes lit up whenever she saw her coming out of the door.

She could not forget it as much as she wanted to. She fell to her knees and cried.

You could not give me

More than you gave me.

I don't know why

I am standing by

Watching this happen.

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Elsa had no idea how long she slept in her icy bed. When she woke up, she felt a familiar hand on her shoulder. She opened her eyes to meet a pair of familiar blue eyes.

"Anna?" Elsa whispered, still unable to believe that her sister followed her here after everything she had done.

"I came here to take you back." Anna hugged her sister. Her warmth filled her inside with a strange fuzzy feeling. How could she love her so much to risk her life to find her in this remote north mountain? How could she forgive her so easily?

"I'm so sorry, Elsa." Anna whispered in her embrace, "I should have told you everything."

"Anna…" Elsa was all choked up. She pulled back to kiss Anna's forehead. Then her eyes found another tall, blonde man standing behind them. He looked like a gentleman despite his simple clothing.

"Kristoff?" Elsa recognized the ice harvester immediately. Understanding Elsa's confusion, Anna let go of her sister's hand and walked beside her companion. "Elsa, I need to tell you the truth." She said, though her voice hinted a bit hesitant, "Something I wanted to tell you long ago..."

"What is that?" Elsa was still confused, but Anna hesitated.

"Your majesty." Right in the time, Kristoff came to her rescue. Taking a deep breath, he finally splattered the truth, "We are courting…"

Anna held Kristoff's arms protectively as if trying to protect him from her sister's wrath.

"How long?" Elsa could not but notice the way Anna looked at Kristoff's face, and the way the young man returned her gaze with the same affection.

"Since you have appointed him as my bodyguard." Anna blushed.

"I was afraid that you wouldn't approve our relationship, your highness because I'm a poor ice-harvester." Kristoff lowered his head to meet Anna's gaze shyly, "But I really do love your sister, your highness. I want to marry her."

Anna blushed furiously and lowered her head, snuggling close to her boyfriend.

They looked so cute together- with shy glances and innocent smiles. Elsa had no idea that love could be so beautiful. She walked near the couple and gently took Anna's hands, "You could tell me first."

"I tried." Anna mumbled, "But I was so afraid, and you were so angry….I'm sorry, Elsa."

Elsa held her sister at her arm's length and looked into her eyes. Then she moved a stray hair from her face, kissing her forehead affectionately, "I'm sorry, Anna. I should have known you."

"Now you do." Anna giggled, and the sisters laughed together.

"We planned to elope." Anna began and Kristoff grinned guiltily. "So we asked Hans for help and he arranged a secret wedding…. "

"Hans…" Blood drained her face at the mention of his name. Last thing she remembered his hair turning white.

Watching her sister's reaction at the mention of her brother-in-law, Anna quickly walked near Elsa and secured her hand in hers. "You need to go back, Elsa." Her voice turned serious, "He is ill. He needs your help."

How could he possibly need her? She struck him with her power, for God's sake. She could not go back to make things worse. Suddenly snow began to fall all around her. 'I am no doctor, Anna." She tried to keep her voice calm, "I can't cure people. Take him to Grand Pebbie. He is able to cure him."

"We did." Kristoff shook his head sadly, "He said your power has stricken his heart."

A heart cannot be easily changed. Memories of her childhood flashed in her mind. Elsa saw flurries of snow overhead. Not now, not again. Elsa stepped back. "No…"

"Only an act of true love can thaw his heart." Anna held her shoulders and shook her gently, making her look into her eyes, "Elsa, he needs a true love's kiss."

Elsa didn't know what true love meant, because all she remembered the pain of his betrayal. No…Anna was wrong. She could not possibly be his true love. Layers of ice under her feet were growing thicker. It only made the thing worse.

"You are wrong Anna." She quickly withdrew her hand from hers, "He never loved me…" The storm inside her was growing stronger, "He only used me...He plotted with his brothers..."

"No," Anna screamed, her voice drowning in the sound of howling wind. "Elsa, you only know half of the truth." She said, her eyes never leaving her sister's, "When we were in the Isles, he asked his brothers to arrange a secret marriage for me. They asked for Arendelle's secret in exchange, but he refused. He swore his loyalty to you. They disowned him for his betrayal. He was declared a traitor to his kingdom."

"What?" Elsa's eyes widened. She did not know this. No, Anna was wrong. He had probably blinded her with another lie.

"You must come back, Elsa." She choked out, "His skin is turning into ice, his hair is turning white. He is dying, Elsa."

He gave up his everything for her, and all she did striking him with her power. She always hurt people she loved- first Anna, now Hans. Why couldn't she control the curse?

She will kill everyone...

"No," She quickly stepped back, "If I go back I will only make it worse."

"Your love will save him." Anna persisted.

"My place is here," Elsa denied.

"No, it's in Arendelle," Anna said, " With me, with Hans. We're not leaving without you."

How could she go home after this damage? God knew how many people she would hurt if she went back there. "No.." Elsa breathed.

"Elsa, listen to me," Anna met her sister's eyes, now leaning against the ice wall behind her, fighting for control, "We can fix this. Come home with us and we'll make everything right."

Everything was wrong already, and the storm inside her was only growing. No…she was going to hurt Anna any time now.

"Go away, Anna," Elsa said. A blast of power shot from her, missing Anna for an inch.

"Anna…" Kristoff ran to shelter his girlfriend from the raging storm.

"Elsa…" She freed herself from Kristoff's protective arms and walked near her sister.

"Please…" Elsa cried, trying to find a way to escape. She could not stay here for long. She was a danger- to her people, to Anna, to her family, to her kingdom, to everyone. "Listen," Anna tried to follow her as she stepped back, but Elsa was looking straightly at Kristoff, "Aren't you hearing your queen? I'm ordering you to take Anna home."

"But…" Kristoff opened his mouth to protest, but Elsa began to run, ice began shooting all around her, creating an ice wall between them.

"Take her home, Kristoff," Elsa screamed, running towards the door. More and more icicles grew from the walls, closing around her.

It was blindingly white outside, Elsa couldn't even see through it. She needed to leave before her power could freeze the entire kingdom. Snow covered her trail as she walked, icicles grew at her feet.

It was now completely out of control.

I can't imagine a time

When I don't care,

But here we are today

And it is over.

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It was getting colder with every passing second. Even layers of blankets could not keep him warm anymore. He sat by the fire in the valley with the trolls watching over him. Strange creatures these trolls- cute and funny. But even they could not cheer him up.

"Kristoff is back." One of the baby trolls cheered. Hans lifted his head to see the ice- harvester's reindeer, carrying Anna and Kristoff. With hopeful eyes, he searched for Elsa as they came into his view. But she was not there.

"I am sorry, Hans." Anna kissed his cold forehead, "I could not bring her back. I tried, but she did not listen to me."

"It's alright." He consoled her. He looked at his hands, already covered with tiny crystals of ice. What a fool he was! He thought she loved him, he thought he could make her love him, but he was so wrong.

But was not it so obvious? No one could love a person like him- cold, manipulative and devious. He used his wife for his benefit since the beginning of their marriage. He played with her heart so badly. He hurt her constantly. Now all he wanted a chance to apologize for everything. But his time was running out quickly, very quickly.

Why life had to be so short?

"She is leaving." Anna sobbed quietly. Hans took her hand patted it gently. He felt sorry for making her suffer in this way, for breaking the bond between them. He thought he could make everything right, but he was so wrong. Hans leaned against a rock and sighed. His breathing came out in a white puff. He never felt so cold before.

It was his fault. His fault actually. Now he had to make it right.

His eyes suddenly fluttered open. He pushed away from the blankets as he pulled himself up on his feet. Every movement sent waves of pain through his body. He could not give up. He needed to stop her, he needed to find her. He could not let her go like this. His head gave a slight spin as he stood, and Anna rushed to his side.

"Where are you going?" She demanded anxiously.

"Will you help me, Anna?" He leaned on her shoulder for support, "To find my wife?"

Anna stared at her brother-in-law with concern, at his rapidly whitening hair, then slowly shook her head. "I will, brother."

You and I

We have seen it all

Chasing our hearts' desires.

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The fjord was frozen solid. As far as she could see, there was nothing but white ice. She made her way through the frozen fjord with a hope to find a ship to carry her away, to free her kingdom from her curse. But there was not a single living being to show her a way out of here.

"Queen Elsa." A familiar voice called her. She turned.

In the raging blizzard, she saw a solitary man walking towards her, leaning heavily on the shoulders of her sister. His once auburn was now completely white, his complexion was almost blue, his legs shook when he walked, but he smiled when their eyes met.

"Go away, Hans." She turned away from him. His white hair was painfully reminding her of her mistake.

"I have nowhere to go." He said. He was shaking so violently that Anna ran to hold him, but he refused. He steadied himself on his feet and walked near her, his eyes full of sadness. "My family stripped me of my title and property. I have nothing left." He paused for a breath, "Except you."

She could feel the emotion in his voice, the pain he suffered when his family disowned him. She looked into his eyes and saw his grief. He had nothing left- no family, no country. In his whole life, he never experienced love, but when he did, she was about to take it away. Tears burned at the back of her eyes when she remembered the pain she inflicted on him.

"Then go back to our castle. Just take care of my sister." An icicle shot from her hand. She was losing control again.

"But the castle is empty without you." His voice sounded so stupid. Everything about him was so stupid. Why he had to be so stupid? Elsa wanted to hold him tight, right in her arms forever.

"Let me go." She cried instead, taking a step back. Her voice drowned in the swirling wind. "I am a danger to Arendelle."

"No," She heard his voice, same deep baritone that made her heart jump from the moment they met. "I' can't let you go."

"But I don't want you to die." Now her cheeks were stained with tears. Another icicle shot from her palm, uncontrolled. "I am a monster." All she could see the ice crystals appearing on his skin, his breath coming in a cloud of smoke, his lips turning blue.

'You are not a monster." He reached for her hand.

Elsa could not hold herself back anymore. She rushed beside him. Slipping her arms around his torso she helped him to stand. He was so cold.

"Don't be afraid of yourself." He whispered burying his head in the crook of her neck. Elsa could feel his breath against her skin. His breath was cold, his hair was white, but his eyes were still of the same shade of green. And there was no hatred in those eyes.

"Don't you hate me?" Elsa was about to cry to watching the ice curling slowly along his skin.

"No," Hans smiled weakly, his eyes were closing.

"Why?" Elsa's voice came in a mere whisper.

"Because…" His skin became so transparent, that Elsa could count all the snowflakes in his face. "I love you."

His eyelids began drooping as he spoke, and Elsa watched helplessly the curse hungrily spreading all over his body from his heart. She leaned over him, holding his freezing body in her arms, making fruitless efforts to undo the curse.

"Please, " she cried, her tears falling all over his face, "Don't leave me. I love you."

Then she kissed him, ignoring all the snow and ice around them. It was so cold at first, like kissing a block of ice, but soon it began to turn warm. She was surprised when his lips started moving against hers, but she followed his suit, as they gently let their lips in sweet passion. There was no lust, no desire, but love. It was just pure and very real.

Suddenly, the storm stopped raging, the wind stopped howling, and snow stopped falling. Elsa pulled away and looked into his eyes. The ground beneath their feet was soft. Water drops hung from the icicles around them. Elsa looked at his face which was no longer blue, then at his hair which was no longer white.

"It is…it is… thawing…" Elsa whispered, looking around.

" I think so," Hans whispered back, taking her bare hands into his, which were no longer cold, and rested his forehead against hers.

At a distance, Anna held Kristoff's hand as they both watched two very odd people falling in love.

But we can go on pretending...

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Everything settled down gradually. People began to accept their queen's snow powers slowly. Arendelle stopped trading with Weselton for the duke's unacceptable comments about the queen. The royal family of the Southern Isles was not so happy with the youngest prince's betrayal. They tried to summon him home for trial, but this time Elsa boldly stepped in her husband's aid and threatened to stop all kinds of political, and economical connection with the Southern Isles if they tried to lay a finger on the Prince Consort of Arendelle.

Finally, to the council's dismay, Elsa changed the rules regarding royal marriages.

Kristoff and Anna got married in the following winter. Arendelle had never seen such a wedding before- a princess marrying a commoner. Anna fidgeted through the Bishop's homily. Fortunately, nothing else happened- no lost rings or no ruined cakes. Both Elsa and Anna let a sigh of relief when it was finally over. Anna chattered lively with the wedding guests, while Kristoff remained all shy and quiet throughout the ceremony, probably missing his reindeer.

When the newly married couple was asked for the opening dance, Anna practically dragged Kristoff to the dance floor. Elsa laughed at the poor man's suffering as Anna tried to teach him waltz.

Among all the festivities, her eyes caught her husband silently leaving the party. She excused herself from the guests. She followed him to the balcony and found him gazing aimlessly at the stars.

"Wonderful night, isn't it?" She stood beside him.

Her presence startled him, but he did not move. It was the day when their deal finally came to an end. Hans had his luggage packed, and loaded in the ship already, ready to sail.

"I thought you are not so keen to leave your position like this." She said. "After all the power it offers."

"The queen's consort is a very powerful position indeed." A small smile laced his lips. " I can't deny that I have enjoyed all the privileges during my stay. And I also can't deny that I still long for more."

He sounded so honest that Elsa turned her head to look at his face. The look in his eyes was so sad. "I am going to miss all of these." He gestured at the festivities going on in the courtyard.

"Then why are you leaving?" Elsa whispered. She knew he would miss the life in here, still, she just wanted to be sure.

"Maybe to seek my redemption." He smiled, not meeting her eyes.

They fell silent again. They sat together under the open sky only with the endless silence as their companion.

"Do you still remember the conditions of our deal?" Hans startled as Elsa broke the silence at last.

A fond smile laced Hans' lips as he recalled the memory. "I offer my sincere apology that the deal did not work properly."

"You seem to have forgotten something about our deal." She said, and Hans looked puzzled. He shifted his gaze from the sky and asked. "What do you mean ?"

"You have broken the most important part of the deal." Elsa reminded him, "You told that you love me." He smiled at the memory of their first kiss in the frozen fjord.

"But you fell for me first, my queen." He teased back. Elsa blushed at the memory of the night when she grasped his lapels in a darkened corridor and stayed like that until he bent down to kiss on her forehead.

"Will you ever give up?" Embarrassed, Elsa pushed him hard, trying to get rid of his bad jokes. He reached for her hand to stop himself from falling, and both of them settled on their backs in the ground. They continued gazing into each other's eyes, until Elsa broke the silence, "Hans?"

"Hmm.." He was stroking a stray strand of blond hair off her face.

"Give me an heir."

Elsa leaned forward, hesitating to touch his lips, and found herself crushed against him. His mouth seized hers with a fiery passion, his hands sliding over her back and sides in a fierce caress, pressing her ever tighter to his chest. Slowly, he coaxed her lips to part, and when they did, he deepened the kiss. He kissed her until Elsa was gasping for air and leaning into him, her arms wrapped around his neck, her head resting on his chest. When he finally broke the contact, he kissed her cheek, then he laid his jaw against her hair. "I love you," he whispered. "Oh God! How much I love you, Elsa." He said fiercely.

Against her cheek, his heart was beating wildly. Elsa waited for him to kiss her again. Shy and uncertain, she set about to make it happen again by sliding her hands along his spine, but when that only made him lean into her, she took a more direct means.

"I love you too, my prince." Tilting her head back, she gazed into his forest green eyes, and slowly touched her fingers to his lips in an open invitation, watching the low fires in his eyes begin to burn. There was no more fear, no more hesitation, but an open invitation.

Stories like ours

Have happy endings.

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They kissed in the stairs, they kissed at the door of her bedroom. Her lips never left his as his hand stroked down her arm to her midriff, then upward, cupping her breasts. He kissed her temple, her eyes, her cheek, then he nuzzled her neck, she chuckled with delight and desire as he touched his tongue to a sensitive spot behind her ear. His tongue kept circling around her ear until she moaned, her nails leaving marks on his arms.

They surfaced for air and smiled at each other guiltily. "I can't believe it." Hans whispered as he undid Elsa's corset, pulling it down to her waist, "We are almost married for a year, but it is our first time."

"Sorry for the inconvenience." Elsa smiled, her fingers playing with the buttons of his shirt. She undid them quickly, placing her small hand over his heart. The heart, she froze it once. She felt it racing under her palm when she kissed his chest, tearing a sobbing moan from his throat.

"You're very good for a beginner." Hans smirked, "Where have you learned it?"

"I read that…I mean…the…book…Kamasutra..." Elsa blushed furiously.

"Really." Hans threw his head back in laughter as he kissed her again, "Pretty scandalous for a woman to read books like that."

"I was just curious," Elsa admitted shyly.

Now Hans could not hold himself back from admiring her innocence, "My queen, I'm insane about you." He drew her close, right in his arms.

Elsa's back arched with pleasure as she felt his lips sliding along the curve of her neck. As his lips moved lower, kissing her breasts, sucking around her hardened nipple, flicking his tongue against it, Elsa could only cry out his name. Her hands tangled in the hair at his nape, holding him as if he was his final lifeline. He trailed kisses along her flat stomach, his hands gliding gently lower and lower...

It was nothing like the books. It was something else...something more...

"What are you thinking?" Hans gazed at the distant look in her eyes.

"I was just thinking about how things differ from the books." Elsa smiled back.

He raised his eyebrows before kissing her again. "Good or bad?" He sounded curious.

Dazed with pleasure and wonder, Elsa gazed into his emerald eyes to assure him, "Good. Actually too good, my prince."

"Thank you." He said. Then a mischievous grin crossed his lips as he cupped her face, "It is your turn now. Kiss me, my queen."

It was the invitation Elsa needed.

Driven by pure instinct Elsa kissed him with unrestrained passion, her hands moving restlessly around his neck, kissing him exactly as he had kissed her, parting his lips with her tongue, that made him gasp against her mouth. Encouraged, Elsa shoved him down in the bed and continued to brush sweet, arousing kisses along his temple, eyes, and cheeks, until her hand traveled lower and lower. Beneath her palm his heart continued to beat wildly, matching her own.

"My God!" Hans gazed at his wife. His pupils were dilated, green swallowed by the pool of darkness. He had slept with women before, but none of them could give him so much pleasure. He looked at Elsa's face to see her reaction, but her eyes were closed. Hurriedly, he pulled down the rest of her clothing and rested his hand between her thighs until he found the curly triangle between her legs.

"What are you doing?" Elsa stiffened at his intimate touch and clamped her legs together, wildly shaking her head.

"Don't be afraid, darling," he said in a throbbing whisper, as his hand began to move, gently but relentlessly caressing her most sensitive place, his fingers probing her moist warmth, seeking entrance.

"Trust me." He whispered in her ear.

"I trust you." She whispered back shakily. The rigidity was gone, and she opened her legs for him, giving him entrance to her deepest secret. She moaned when he toyed with her, teased, her, readied her for the finality.

The world busted into flames when she finally allowed him inside. It was painful at first, but soon the pain dissolved into pleasure. Ecstasy exploded in Elsa, spilling through her veins while spasms racked her body, making her cry out, as he plunged deeper and deeper. With the trembling need, she continued to hold onto him, frost began to appear under her fingers. She let her arms fall to her side, her gaze wild and frightened.

"Hans?"

"Let it go, darling," Hans whispered thickly, feeling the cold surrounding them. Steadily, he began to increase the tempo of his driving, rhythmic strokes. "Let it happen."

She let him in. Frost began forming all around her, spreading over the bedclothes. She held his hand for support. The universe exploded in a burst of pleasure that tore a sobbing moan from her, and she felt his life pumping into her, her body shuddering again and again with the force of the explosion, her hand tightening.

Snow began to melt all around her, and she began to feel warm. No…it was love which was warm, warmer than she thought.

So after, they laid there together under the blankets, ignoring the party going on outside. She looked at their hands joined over the pillow, and the memory of their passionate lovemaking made her blush.

She couldn't let go this hand again. She would never let go of his hand again. Filled with a feeling that was part joy, part awe, and part adoration, she gazed up down at the man who had just let her desires explode, unrestrained. "Hans..." she whispered, her voice shaky with the passion they just shared.

Hans' eyes fluttered open as he smiled. Elsa's heart constricted with the emotion when the blue of her eyes met his forest green. She wanted to tell him that she loved him. But she did not. Instead, she snuggled close to him, resting her head on his bare chest.

"Can we extend the time of our deal?" She whispered, voice trembling with the fear of uncertainty. "Maybe for another year?"

Hans gazed down at his wife's face, at her icy blue eyes, where there was nothing but love…for him…and the fear…the fear of losing him again. He nodded and placed his hands along both of her cheeks. Holding her close to his chest, he brushed his lips on her ear, and whispered gruffly, "How about a lifetime?"

The End

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I like them a lot. I hope they are not too OOC. I also like to thank my friend Secretcastle for giving me suggestions to make this story politically correct. Some part of the story is inspired by the story "Starcrossed" by AvaterHufflepuff with due respect and permission.

Errors are all mine because English isn't my first language. It is my first time writing smut. So, consider them nicely.

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Help link- Kamasutra is an Indian mythology book with an explicit description of sex, and it is one of the oldest books with a so detailed description of sex. The song is "You and I" from Musical chess, sung by Indina Menzel.

Update: It had been a year since I have published this story, but I just found the preview of "A Frozen Heart" and decided to correct the names of Hans' brothers. I am also planning writing a companion one-shot describing Anna's forbidden romance with Kristoff.