◤ hans husband ◢

{♔} —- Alone. Long ago, it seemed such a terrible word, and yet Hans relished it now. His eyes flicked towards the door, sealed with a thick layer of frost to ensure their privacy. A mischievous grin tugged at the King’s lips.

Two could play at that game.

Discarding his gloves, Hans gestured broadly and sent fire shooting from his palm. The fireplace roared to life, and the King’s hands were on his Queen—he wanted her here, right here, on the hearth.

Hans pulled her down, blanketing her body with his own. His lips were everywhere he could reach—her throat, her jaw, the shell of her ear—while one hand gently cradled the back of Elsa’s head. The hearth was warm, the carpet soft, and the fireplace crackled merrily, casting the lovers in a deep, orange glow.

“I’ve missed you…” Hans growled, his free hand making short work of the buckles at his waist. He was hasty, needy, impatient—unlike Elsa, Hans could not force himself to stop and savor the moment. He’d been kept from his wife for far too long, but now?

He would not be denied.

Holy God above, she wanted him. She wanted her husband. She CRAVED her husband more than anything in this world. It’s been far too long since they have been intimate and she wanted nothing more than to remedy that. Who knows when they would be alone again? She could hardly stand this anymore. If her sister did not go off with Kristoff on a date, Elsa would have arranged something to make sure that she would get Hans alone. 

Desperate times calls for desperate measures. Cool and collected she might have been, but the Queen missed the INTIMACY. She missed being with her secret husband. 

So as he peppered her flesh with kisses, Elsa did whatever she could to encourage him. Fingers were buried in his hair and legs wrapped around his waist. She was just as needy and impatient as he was. However, before his impatient fingers could finish unbuckling the buckles, she turned the tables on him. 

❝I’ve missed you so much more.❞

A smirk graced her lips as she straddled his lap. Before he could turn the tables on her, she waved her hand and his arms were covered in ice, pinning him down. With him at her mercy, she leaned down and pressed her lips against his for a [ deep kiss ]. Then, moments later, she pulled away from him, tugged at her bun and released her hair from confinement.