◤ bastard hans ◢

        The prince very nearly laughed aloud. Sometimes he managed to forget just how little his betrothed truly understood him — although he berated himself for such a thing, considering that  n o b o d y  had ever understood him at all. And perhaps more important than that was the fact that he did not want anybody to understand him. That made him far too vulnerable.

        And yet, regardless, it thoroughly angered him that she would suggest such things — not that she did not know him, but that she did not know better. She did not know better than to avoid offering her unwanted help. Hans knew he was perfectly capable, more capable than anybody else on earth; arrogant or not, he believed it whole-heartedly. And how dare she doubt him, he thought with a palpable anger that seemed to rise from him like steam from a hot spring. How dare she, just like the rest of them.

        As she approached, his shoulders visibly stiffened as he prepared to shrug her off, but she did not touch him. Even so, he remained throughly steeled and entirely closed off; he knew she thought she talked sense, but if only she could truly hear herself, he thought, she might understand.

        Some moments, he thought there was a chance, that perhaps Elsa was not the same, but then he was reminded. You always knew that you would be alone at the top, he reminded himself. But he never wanted company. He never needed it, especially not from those who would question him.

                               ❝ Enough. ❞

        His sharp voice seemed to slice through the air around them, which was taut and full of tension. As far as the prince was concerned, the conversation was over. There remained nothing to discuss and certainly nothing that would be resolved.

                               ❝ There is nothing more to talk about.
                                   Nothing more to consider.
                                   They will believe what they believe,
                                   and there is little else we can do.
                                   Little else but convince them subtly. ❞

        He stepped to the brandy cabinet then, still turned away from her.

                               ❝ That will be all, I imagine? ❞

        Although truly, it was not much of a question.

✕ ✕ ┊she of ice & snow ;;

         At that moment, Elsa wanted nothing more than to FREEZE the man. She wanted nothing more than to slap him. But she also wanted to grab him and kiss him until he had no breath in his body. She wanted — no NEEDED — to take her anger and frustrations out on his body. She could not use her powers on him, no matter how angry she was. But what she could do was push him into the wall and take her annoyance out on his body. She could cover him with bite marks and bruises. She wanted nothing more than to [DOMINATE] him at that moment.

           He was not king yet and she wanted to remind him of that. 
           She wanted to remind him that she was not some WHORE
           that he could dismiss. She wanted to remind him that she
           was the Queen and she would be heard.

           Perhaps she was not as experienced as he was. Perhaps she was naive and did not know any better. However, regardless of these, he should still consider her words. It thoroughly irked her that he would just brush these things off. She did not doubt him, however, she also knew what happened when the wife stayed silent. Her parents was the prime example of this.

Her mother was the perfect Queen. Perfect wife. 
When King Adgar made a decision, as foolish as
it was, Queen Idunn smiled and nodded. She did
not question him ( at least not in her children’s view. )
She never tried to compromise with her husband,
not once. Whatever the king desired, it happened.
Perhaps there were times her mother was able to
get her way, but those did not occur often.

    In the end, her mother’s heart froze over 
    as her parents marriage shattered into
    millions of tiny pieces.

                        Elsa refused to be like her mother. She refused to allow her marriage
                        with Hans to become like her parents. She did not expect love to come
                        out from this. [ Can Hans even love at all? ] But she what she did demand
                        was RESPECT.

❝Don’t you DARE dismiss me thus. I am not some whore
  you can fuck and dismiss the moment anything you disagree
  with comes out from my lips. 

               Do you wish for me to stay [ silent ]? To be the OBEDIENT Christian wife
               we both know I would never be? Hans, I do not doubt you. Perhaps you
               think I do, but I don’t. All I want is that you respect me enough to listen
               to my words and not disregard them, as foolish as you think they sound.❞