Disclaimer: I do not own Frozen, nor How to train your dragon, or any of the lyrics used throughout this fanfiction. This is simply for entertainment purposes, not profit.

In saying that, hope you all enjoy!

When you try your best, but you don't succeed
When you get what you want, but not what you need
When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse...
And the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can't replace
When you love someone, but it goes to waste
Could it be worse?
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you

- Coldplay

The wind howled and snow whirled around Elsa mercilessly as she ran through the blizzard. The storm wouldn't cease and promised to bring destruction to all who were unfortunate enough to be caught in its grasp. Just like the turmoil raging within her aching heart.

'No, no, no! Oh Lord, why?' She wondered as tears cascaded down her fair cheeks. 'Why Anna? Why her? Hasn't she already suffered enough during these past thirteen years? Why her? Why not me?'

"Anna..." she sobbed brokenly. Although she wanted nothing more in that instant than to return her sister's side and mourn her death, the Queen knew it was impossible.

"Guards! Seize her!"

She had heard the Duke of Weaselton order whilst Elsa clung to her sister's frozen form and Elsa knew that she had no other choice but to flee. Not because she wanted to live—oh no, she did not have that right. She was a monster—but the snow maiden knew she couldn't die even if she wanted to. The way she had fought against the Duke's men during the invasion was proof of that. The fact that her subconscious activated her magic and protected her from their attacks. Instincts kicked in and she almost killed the both of them without even realising it—oh Lord, if it had not been for Prince Hans...

Mother and Father would've been horrified.

"QUEEN ELSA!" she heard her name being called out. She instantly recognised the voice to be of the blonde man who escorted Anna to the north mountain and another wave of guilt rushed through her. "STOP! COME BACK! ANNA IS-"

'No, stop! I don't want to hear!' She thought, shutting her eyes and clapping her hands over her ears.

The wind blew even harder and snow swirled around her trembling form; protecting her, isolating her.

She was an outcast to the land she was meant to reign over, a monstrosity to the people she was supposed to protect, a traitor to her family, a disgrace to the honour that she was meant to uphold as a royal, and worse, a murderer to the one good thing left in this wretched world.

Now she was all alone, just as she had always wanted and it was entirely her fault.

There was nothing left for her in the frozen kingdom of Arendelle.

Hiccup awoke cold and shivering.

While it was not surprising considering it snowed nine months of the year and hailed the other three on the island of Berk, it was still rather alarming to find his entire room (and much to his dismay, his bed) covered in frost and snow.

Alarmed, he turned to his side, wondering if his village was enduring some sort of monstrous snowstorm, or if he had simply left his window open again. However, his gaze softened a moment later when it caught sight of the petite figure slumbering next to him.

"Oh Elsa..." he murmured, realising now the culprit to the sudden chill.

'She must be having another nightmare.' He thought sombrely, watching the tortured expression etched across her face. The Viking Chief felt a stab of hopelessness and he wondered for what must've been the millionth time since their first encounter, if things would ever get easier between them.

'Beware the frozen heart, Hiccup.' His mind cautioned, reminding him despite the many trails they had faced together so far; they were rather minuscule in the grand scheme of things. His conscious would constantly taunt him for his failure that he, Hiccup Horrendous the Third, Chief of Berk and Tamer of Dragons, couldn't even keep his wife's powers at bay.

For him, everyday was a battle to get one step closer to understanding her a little bit better. At times, he felt like a small flame trying to melt the Bewilderbeast's icy domain, leaving him to ponder whether or not there's still some naivety` in him—or if he's just a hopeless fool who thinks his love is enough to thaw the icy wall surrounding Elsa's heart.

'Jeez, some great husband I turned out to be!' He couldn't help from noticing how bitter he sounded, even in his own head. 'Hel, I couldn't even protect my first wife from-'

No, stop. He needed to calm down. That was then and this is now. The past was is the past and he could only look to the future, for the sake of himself, Toothless, his people and his bloodline.

Besides, Astrid would be disappointed if she knew that he was still bitter about her death.

And he shouldn't be, he knew that, but that didn't stop him from wondering how different things would've panned out had he not gotten her pregnant. Well, he's got a vague idea of what it might have entailed, and as hard as it is to admit it; he's glad that everything happened the way it did. If not, he might not have ever met Elsa and just that thought is enough to make his chest ache.

His time with Astrid was like a lightning storm—beautiful, thrilling, unique. Every moment was like a lightning bolt, not only spectacular and fleeting, but unforgettable.

Astrid was lightning, whilst Elsa was a force of nature. She was strong, powerful, unstoppable. She could conquer lands and freeze oceans in a blink of an eye, and yet, had a heart as pure as snow. Being with her was like a snow storm; cold, rugged, blinding, fierce and sometimes scary. However, at the end of it all, the skies will clear and the world will be surrounded in beauty.

So even though he still loved Astrid and their unborn child and would continue to do so until the day he died—Hiccup loved Elsa even more. Which was funny because never in his twenty-four years of existence did the Chief of Berk believe he could ever love anyone nearly half as much as he had loved Astrid. And yet, here he was: lying in his snow-ladden bed with one of the most beautiful beings to have ever graced this earth. Even if he was being frozen in the process.

"Elsa..." He said, placing right onto her shoulder, trying to wake her up. "Psst Elsa!"

"Mmm..." she groaned sleepily. "Anna, go back to sleep."

Hiccup pouted, feeling a sudden surge of petty jealously upon being mistaken for her beloved baby sister and decided to brush it off. After all, it wasn't Anna's fault that Elsa loved her more than she loved her own husband.

'That's not fair,' the rational part of him said. 'You love Toothless just as much you love her, just in a different way... He taught you that you were capable of loving and being loved. The same goes for her too.'

"Nice try," he retorted with that annoying sarcasm of his. "But not even close."

She frowned slightly, as if trying to distinguish whether his voice was apart of her dream or a part of reality. A moment later, she started stirring and she finally opened her eyes.

"Hiccup...?" she murmured confused, realisation seemed to kick in as she bolted upright. "Oh no! Not again! I didn't get you this time, did I? Are you okay? Oh you're shivering! I'll go get Toothless!"

"Whoa, whoa! Steady, Elsa." He said calmly, placing a firm grip onto her shoulders before she jumped out of bed, ran downstairs and awoke the Night Fury, who would be blissfully slumbering downstairs next to the fireplace at this moment. Sliding his hand down to her breast plate, he noted with a frown that her heart was beating at an extremely rapid rate. "It was Anna this time, wasn't it?"

Her azure blue eyes widened. "You could tell?"

"Well, usually when you freeze the entire room, it's usually to do with Anna. Other times, you just encase yourself in ice and turn really cold."

A gasp escaped his wife's lips and she covered them with her hands after she looked around the bedroom and realised the extent of damage she caused. Tears began to prick at the corner of her eyes and the Viking felt a surge of panic.

"Oh there's even icicles hanging from the ceiling! And the walls too! I hope none of your sketches or maps got damaged!" she rambled on, looking distressed. "Oh Hiccup, I'm so sorry! I screwed up again!"

Usually the snow maiden was a lot more composed in times of distress, so composed some would say that she was as cold as the ice that she manipulates so freely. It's hard to see her during those times, however, it was even harder seeing her so pained right now.

"Hey, you're looking at the Master of Screw-ups." He said, chuckling, while cupping her small face into his hands. His green eyes gazed into her blue ones and he decided whichever deity graced him with the presence of this magnificent woman; they had his eternal gratitude. "Screw-up is my middle name! Well, technically it's Horrendous... but you get the point. And let me tell you, I've got a pretty impressive line-up! So you're out of luck, Snowflake."

Normally, she would've raised an eyebrow, smirked a little and then made a light jab about Vikings and their terrible name-calling, but not tonight. Great. No, it's always a lot more difficult to pull her out of this mood whenever it involved the former Princess of Arrendelle. A touchy subject that Hiccup always had to tread carefully around, or disaster may strike.

"You know Anna would be really upset if she knew you were still blaming yourself..." He prodded gently, knowing that he must've sounded like the biggest hypocrite of all time.

"So would Chief Stoick." She shot back, as if reading his mind, but her reply lacked bite.

"Yeah..." he agreed, letting of her face. His eyes glazed with guilt. After all, if he still blamed himself for Stoick's death, how could he tell Elsa to let go of her mistakes, when he couldn't even forgive himself for his own?

"Let it go, Hiccup." She told him, raking her fingers through his rugged dark hair.

"Are you going to start singing?" he jabbed jokingly, hoping to lighten the depressing mood. "Because I really like that new verse you put into that song. Up here in the cold thin air, I can finally breathe-"

"Please, Hiccup." She cut off playfully, trying to sound as civil as possible when they both knew that his vocals were just plain awful.

"Okay, so I'm not the best singer around. We can agree that you're better at singing, diplomacy and using awesome magical ice-powers whilst I'm better training dragons, engineering and running amok-"

Elsa kissed him. It was a light peck; sweet and innocent, and lasted only for an instant, but it was enough.

"Now about the ice-" She had started only to be interrupted by Hiccup smashing his mouth against hers.

Oh Odin, he had wanted to be gentle. She was not like Astrid; her wrists were thin and she bruised easily. He couldn't help it. Her kiss had set him on fire and he needed her to cool him down, as confusing as it may seem.

"Forget about the ice." He muttered, pulling her into another kiss. His fingers in the meantime were busy ruining her lovely braid, it took a while but finally (FINALLY!) he managed to make it come loose.

"Hiccup..." She sounded hesitant, which wasn't surprising. She was still new to all of this, even six months into this marriage. They had only made love a handful of times and Elsa was reluctant to initiate anything for fear of accidentally hurting her husband. Hiccup didn't mind though, he was a patient man and he respected her wishes.

Unfortunately, it didn't make things any easier to explain to the council.

"Son, I understand you're afraid of the same thing happening to Elsa." His mother told him a few days ago. "But you need an heir to preserve the Hooligan bloodline. Otherwise, should you perish... Snotlout will be next in line."

The problem was that they didn't understand. Yes, he was afraid of losing Elsa, but that wasn't what was stopping them from starting a family.

No, Elsa herself was what was stopping them.

Whether she was conscious or not of it, something would always seem to happen before either of them could reach their climax. Last time the window shattered above them due to the extreme temperature drop and left Hiccup sporting a pretty impressive cut on his shoulder blade, the time before that her body had turned so unbearably cold that Hiccup could've sworn that her hair was starting to turn white.

She was still afraid, as painful as it was to admit it. She was still afraid of her abilities. She was still afraid to open up to him.

She was still too afraid to forgive herself...

"It's okay," he whispered against her lips. "We'll take it slow tonight."

Elsa pulled back and he wondered if he pushed her too far.

"Hiccup... we- we can't." She said shakily, wrapping her arms around her torso, a trait of hers whenever she felt vulnerable. Her back hit the wall as she tried to keep as much physical distance between herself and Hiccup. "I don't want to hurt you."

Hiccup felt his heart break. It were times like this that he wished he could've met her parents so he could congratulate them on successfully screwing up their daughter's psyche. Granted, his father might have not always been the best role model growing up and often left Hiccup feeling worthless, but never had the former Chief made his son ever feel like he had to shut himself away from the world just because of his mistakes.

"It's okay." He said, reaching out to cup her cheek, carefully, slowly, as if approaching a frightened creature. He's lost count of how many times he's said those words to Elsa, but the young Chief would continue to do so until she knew she didn't have to feel afraid any more. "I know you won't. You would never hurt me or anyone—you're a good person, a kind person."

Her eyes filled with tears and he couldn't help from smiling, although he could feel his own eyes beginning to water. "You have the biggest and warmest heart I've ever encountered, and I know you would rather be hurt than see anyone else suffer. You put the needs of the many before yourself, even after all you've endured."

She looked so beautiful in the moonlight with the way it highlighted her wild hair and illuminated her fair skin, and Hiccup desperately wished he had a sketchpad and some charcoal in his hands, so he could capture the image forever. He would just have to settle for memories instead.

"And that's why I love you."

It hadn't been an easy decision for either one of them to marry (well, re-marry in Hiccup's case) –with her still being plagued by her fears and insecurities and he still being haunted by his own inner demons. But for the Dragon tamer, it was one of the best he's ever made. She fixed him in ways he could've never have imagined and for that, she would always have his gratitude and undying devotion.

Elsa was stunned at his proclamation and he wished she didn't look with such blatant disbelief; as if she couldn't imagine anyone ever possibly loving her.

"I'm a monster, Hiccup." She had once told him, shortly after he met her."You'd do best to stay away from me."

Of course, being use to dangerous beings on a daily basis, the Dragon tamer had chosen to ignore her warning and proceeded to visit her in that cold, icy cave he had stumbled into during a raging blizzard.

"Please, just stay away! I just want to protect you!"

She was not a monster and he wasn't afraid of her.

"I love you." He repeated, hoping she would understand. He trusted her with every fibre of his being—as much as he trusted Toothless and Astrid—and there wasn't a single doubt in his mind that she would hurt him.

The former Queen seemed to be at war with herself and something in him knew that this would be one of their most defining moments. It was make or break—would she leave the bed to get Toothless and pretend nothing had happened, or would she stay and let him love her?

The answer came a moment later when she pressed her lips against his and he couldn't remove the grin from his face.

"Love will thaw..." He was told once by a wise soul and he could hardly wait for the day when Elsa's icy walls would finally melt. Five, ten, twenty, fifty years from now—it didn't matter. One day she will let her heart thaw and they'll be free to love one another.

After all...

"Some people are worth melting for."

Author's note:

So here ends the first chapter of "Thaw Slowly." What did everyone think? Liked it? Hated it? Be honest. I was a little reluctant to post this one up because I'm not fond of crossovers but I've become addicted to Hiccelsa and why not? Hiccup's HOT and Elsa's gorgeous! I'd they'd balance each other out quite well. Please review, it would really mean a lot to me and I should have the next chapter out soon.

Thanks, Water-Star.