Elsa &#x27;The Snow Queen&#x27;

What If?

#what if?#ofthesouthernisles

ofthesouthernisles:

Hans guides her to the dance floor, he moves so comfortably in it he belongs there, his steps, his tempo, his demeanor and the softness that he transitions her from walking into an embrace, his hand on her side and his hand holding hers oh so gently.

Moved by the melody he lets her get a comfortable pace before he asks “So if I may ask, majesty, how does it feel to be a Queen?” He flashes her a charming smile and before she can answer a turn comes on.

Her own touch is light, but out of fear that she would be cold. Human contact was not something she’s learned to perfect in her time on this Earth and still she worries as her eyes roam over their joined hands to assure there is no frost. The movement on her feet is swift, doing her best to not get underfoot or to tread on him as they move.

Eventually she begins to feel comfortable, at ease as they move with practice. That is until a turn makes her heart skip for a beat and her hands grasp at him for safety. “Slightly alarming,” she answered with a waiver in her voice, calming now as she looks to him. “It is a long overdue role that needs to be filled, so this Kingdom can be back on track.. “

ofthesouthernisles:

Hans came back to the room after he switched the course of the ship, glad with himself he took a dress and hung it on the door of the bathroom by just putting his hand inside and not his body all this trouble to avoid looking at her which later on, he recriminated himself for, but as far as he was concerned if she wasn’t going to cooperate she could figure how to operate on her own

He sat down on his desk to wait for her and write in his journal the new route, where they’d get supplies and were they will dock, and how would he keep her in check.

His eyes roamed to the bed, wondering what would happen now as he zoned out.

Elsa shot a sharp glare at the door when it opened a few inches. Her arms were already moved around herself until she noted there was only a dress that came through and nothing more. Still it took her time to calm down, gently washing herself off. The wounds from the pirates weren’t too bad, all things that would heal in time and luckily shouldn’t fester.

By the time she got out it was far longer than normal, purposely biding her time away from him. The dress fit well enough, the looser fabric something her bruises welcomed, fingers softly twisting through her hair as she worked to dry it as she finally came back out into the cabin.

The Prince was always rather shy and this was no exception. His father insisted that he go to this ball and it had been rather surprising. Then he found that he only wanted Killian to help seal a deal with this kingdom. Yet, when he arrived he only cared about exploring, never having been outside his castle before. It didn't take long for him to get lost in the new castles walls and it ended with him bumping into someone. "I'm very sorry, I. . . was a bit distracted. Are you alright?"

Elsa stood back from the crowd, watching as they danced and spoke to one another. Anna was loving it, drinking in every moment that their new life brought along. The town had acclimated to her, an understanding met as they all did their best to let her come to her new role and powers. So when she had ducked out of the ball, no one bat an eye, figuring she needed to catch her breathe.

She meandered the halls, aimlessly walking to just get a bit of air, to calm her nerves. It’d been working up, until she walked into someone suddenly, gasping as she straightened up. His worry matched her own, eyes darting to make sure no errant flurries drifted off before she allowed herself to relax. “I’m fine– are you alright?”

thepiratehero:

Killian had never really been used to talking to a lot of people. His mother had been the only one he held long conversations with. And his father cared more about wealth than anything else, including him.

“Oh, I suppose that is true,” he admitted as he bit his lip as gave her another shy smile. Killian had always been sweet and kind. Something his mother encouraged even when his father took it as weakness. “I’m … just the prince of my kingdom but, I’d help if you asked.” He added a blush creeping upon his cheeks. “I mean, it’s nice to know I’m not the only one whose been cooped up and … Not used to crowds.”

Elsa tried to offer a smile of her own. He was sweet, perhaps a tad shy. So unlike many of the males-- all putting up airs about being in charge and having power. It was nice, refreshing. She wasn’t struggling to find balance between appearing the Queen or with being ‘kind’ or meek. After all, she needed to come off friendly, but not easily won. With him it felt far more natural, her shoulders easing.

“I’d greatly appreciate it. Did you come here to seek an alliance or trade of some kind? I am welcome to let you tell me.” After all, a prince often didn’t come just ‘because’ to these sort of things.

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Winter Frost

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The Queen’s response did not directly answer his query, but the implication– the implication was there. His jaw tightened almost imperceptibly, comprehension of the gravity of the situation dawning on the guard. So the enemy they had to be wary of was themselves- anyone who had knowledge of the Queen’s powers. How troubling.

He would have to be careful with his conduct then. Not that he had never been ever since being bestowed with the chance of serving Her Majesty.

“Understood,” he said curtly. “I will not breathe a word about it to the Princess. Or anyone, for that matter. You have my word, madam.”

There was nothing else for it now, was there? Killian could not imagine the dear Princess being subjected to such a fate; she simply did not deserve it. He would protect this secret with his life if he had to; this small discovery wasn’t about to change the pledge that he had made.

As far as he was concerned, the story did not alter his view of Her Majesty. If anything, it simply added more depth to the distant, regal persona he had grown accustomed to seeing.

“If I may… Does anyone else aside from ourselves and the trolls know about this?”

His words were meant to calm her, but her loathing is twisted too tight. They did let her breathe, another shuddered breath escaping her lung’s hold as she tried to smile. The attempt was quickly given up, reaching instead to press a hand to his knee-- and hoping her touch wasn’t like ice.

She didn’t make the touch last long, afraid she might harm him as she pulled back soon after. Her hands folded in her lap once more, eyes avoiding his not because of her station, but simply due to her internal fears as she tried to chase the demons away.

Anna would be safe, she had to be-- always. This Knight would help it, but what if another one day found out her troubles? It was a dangerous spiral of the mind she needed out of and his question snapped her, glancing quickly to him.

“Any of the staff who were here before my Coronation. My parents only kept those who would be aware-- though some know not that it is magic, but simply my need to be alone. All of those who came into our charges after their.. passing, they all do not know.”

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thepiratehero:

Killian hadn’t realized who she was until she had commented on being the host and not attending the party. His parents were never ones to really throw parties all that much. All they did was occasionally invite royalty over for dinner and Killian frequently wanted to get out of that as well.

“Oh… well, um… Your Majesty… I suppose if it is your party, you should be able to do whatever you wish,” he stated with a shy smile as he looked down at his feet. “I mean… why did you throw the party? Did you not want to? This is. . the first party I’ve ever been to.”

Elsa’s hands softly folded in front of herself, trying to keep calm as she stood with him. His shy change was a surprise, a smile forming at it. He was as nervous as she, so unlike many of those who came with bravado and poise. “I threw it for the good of the kingdom.”

It was an odd claim, one that had her sighing to make her thoughts form. “In order to prosper, one must have allies. This Kingdom has been closed off for a great many years, and fortune might fail eventually. I need to repair those relationships before that time comes to need help.”

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Killian didn’t know how long he lay there, how long he faded in and out of consciousness, for he knew he drifted somewhat. His eyes grew too heavy to keep open, and he couldn’t stop shivering. He’d thought, maybe, he’d grow used to the cold, but he never did. Killian could barely feel his fingers and toes now, and wondered if that was a bad sign (it probably was). Low sounds of pain, of discomfort, managed to escape his control, control that Killian was quickly losing.

Elsa left him there, continuing to read without a care. She did keep a careful eye on his breathing, assuring not to permanently maim him as he took the punishment. She let him suffer, listening to the whimpers that slipped free until she found it was time to try again, the ice swirling away from around him as she dispelled the cage and rose from her seat.

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Such a gentle touch was confusing coming from her of all people, the initial contact was cold but as soon as she pressed her palm against his cheek he felt the warmth, he can’t avoid nuzzling into the gesture.

“Wh-why are you doing this?” he questioned softly but didn’t move

Elsa tried not to let her nerves get in the way, her touch meant to soothe as she tried to reassure him. The nuzzle against her palm was a shock, a small smile moving across her lips as she looked to him. She honestly wasn’t so sure why she was being kind to him, something in just how defected the man had looked calling to her to offer a shred of comfort.

“You looked like you needed it.. “

What If?

#ofthesouthernisles #What if?#Another Path AU

ofthesouthernisles:

The duke demanded to dance and Hans saw his opportunity “She can’t accept your offer because I wrote my name on the book and asked her first, dear duke” Hans quickly fixed him with a look, He was a prince and in all fairness he was towering over the little annoying weasel.

“Show some manners, get back to the queue like all gentlemen or perhaps, invite the princess right beside us to join you in the festivity, it is too her party” Hans smiled charmingly, the duke took his advice all too serious and with a fine then he was dragging the princess away with him to the dance floor, giving what was by all intents and purposes a ridiculous spectacle

He chuckled at the duke and then his eyes found the Queen, bowing “Prince Hans of the Southern Isles majesty, may I perhaps have this dance? – Although I am not as skilled as the duke over there”

Elsa tried to take her hand back, saved by the intrusion of another. Both Anna and the Queen turned to the newcomer, watching the exchange with polite smiles.

When Anna was offered the redhead shot him a dirty glare behind her back and a pleading look to her sister as she was taken away. There was a slow sigh as the Duke showed his ‘best moves’, Elsa cringing before looking up to the other as he rode from a bow.

“So long as you promise you are not as skilled,” she teased, hoping deep down he was better as she tentatively reached forward to lay her hand in his own. She’d have to dance at some point and as a Prince, he did hold a certain rite. After all, this ceremony was for opening new allied ties, and she couldn’t close people out forever.

What If?

@springcanwait

Hans worked for years so his father would let him go to the coronation of the heir of Arendelle. Queen Elsa

She had been secluded for years and he didn’t knew if she was beautiful or not or if she was 7 feet tall perhaps she had 3 noses he shook his head realizing it was a stupid thought.

He descended the plank all regal and poised and watched his men disembark all his belongings, he stood on the Arendelle docks enjoying the air and the sea salt, he couldn’t sake the feeling of a dejavu but backwards, like something should of happened but he missed it; he shrugged the feeling off and walked towards the castle, where he’d be allowed to spend the night for the festivities, Kai the master of the castle showed him his room, moments later, a princess passed by singing through the docks and perhaps in another life, in another time the story would of been different, today however he has no way to know.

After a last adjustment to his attire and a glance over, he follows the crowd to the church; everyone was chatting and socializing, the expectation - and the stakes - were high, the young Queen had not been seen for so long people began to share their speculations, Hans felt relaxed to know his weren’t the wildest. When the choir began to sing all head turned to the young monarch.

To Hans she looked divine, her skin pale like snow yet it glowed under the light of the stained glass, magical and whimsical, when she passed by Hans he became breathless.

His gaze fixed upon her when she was at the alter, every bit of her was perfect, pure pristine, he couldn’t help but wonder, Why she hid all these years?, there must of been something so Hans kept on staring until he found what he was looking for: When she turned around to face the crowd the look on her face was of fear, there was a slight tremble to her hands and in the orb and scepter there seemed to be ice

How could that be?

#ofthesouthernisles #Another Path AU #What If?

Elsa paced the same room she’d known for years, the movement memorized, the steps known. The idea of opening up the gates made her heart race, fears swirling inside at the thought of the others being here. How was she suppose to stand up there, alone, and have no one notice?

She’d practiced for days, always slipping in some way. The ice would spread and crack the moment her gloves came free, engulfed until she concealed once more. At least Anna was enjoying the day, her sister running through the halls with song and dance. It was sunshine incarnate, the brief glimpses of the other that she caught during her own preparations.

The castle was filled with new staff, new visitors, those who knew the secret few and far between. She could do this, she had to. It was for Anna, for her people, her legacy.

When she entered the hall, the silence and awe made her pause, eyes falling to the crowds. To get through them she needed to tune out, to focus. The portrait of her parents gave her a pinpoint, walking down the path to the dais. This was going to be fine, to be easy. She just had to pick up the-- no gloves? She gave the priest a stern look, biting her lip so none might see before pulling them free.

It’s fine, it’s fine. She stood calmly, leveling her breath. The slow creep of ice was a startling change, feeling herself begin to lose it until it was luckily over. She quickly tugged the gloves back in, retiring to regroup while the party moved on to the castle and the festivity hall. She went to her sister first, a nervous hello and a giggle over chocolate. It was, odd, realizing how closed off she’d been all these years, to save her. Her hands folded softly in front, greeting the visitors with smiles, shying from shaking hands until a rather demanding Duke came along.

ofthesouthernisles:

Hans just observed and tensed when the snow formed, she had the magic back and now he was the one who was defenseless, she might of be calm now but this was a stupid decision all around.

He wondered again to what purpose did he really think this will achieve?, he had to remove the handcuffs sooner or later but, as she demanded that day, will showing her a bit of trust pay off?.

Still, lying on the bed without her allowed him to relax more than he was aware of, watching her write the letter gave him a sense of fake control, but the lull of the afternoon, the gentle sound of parchment against the pen, the slight rocking of the sea as it broke the waves soon enough had Hans dozing off in his spot.

Elsa didn’t squander the chance to write, penning a desperate message. It covered the most important note, that she was alive and well. Well-- At least she was alive and getting there. It would be a dream come true to reach the shores of her Kingdom with no worse wear than she had now.

Her writing slowed after the first message, not sure how to introduce the news of Hans. He was... a rude man, but still one who had rescued her. It was tough to try and lead in, not to reveal the truth. She glanced over towards him after a time to try and inspire her thoughts, surprised to find him asleep. The rhythmic breathing was a pure shock, her hand slowly setting the pen down.

When she was sure it wasn’t a trick on the eyes she glanced at her letter a few more times, twisting her fingers towards the letter as she wondered about hiding a message.

ofthesouthernisles:

He scoffs, “Fine you get the bathroom alone to yourself” he offers “Water comes from this level here, don’t waste it.” and with that done he left “Let me know if you need anything I’m behind the door” And he left her to fend alone. He didn’t trust her and he wasn’t about to just magically start.

He wondered what was the best course of action on this, they were a week or so away from Arendelle but that wouldn’t give him what he needs, he needs more time and for her to believe and support his story therefore, at the first chance, he wrote an order for the course of the ship to be changed and the paper to bi immediately returned to him upon completion while she took a bath when he got the paper back, he personally burned it

“I’ll need a change of clothing while my dress is cleaned and dried.” The only command she needed to give. It was not idle, but far better than him getting to watch or touch. Her wounds were her own to deal with, not wanting him near her in such a predicament.

She waited a few beats when he’d left, the water cooler now after he’d drawn in and they had argued. Still it was warm and better than the blood. When she was sure he might not come barging in, she began to pull at the dress, twisting to get free and hating the way it peeled back from her body. She carefully climbed into the bath-- though the change of course timed out just enough to tip her into the basin in a unfriendly manner, hissing out when she hit the bruise already on her hip.

ofthesouthernisles:

Previously, Hans would hesitate, he remembers how hard the bathroom scene was, but he knows she is right.

He eyes his right, his sword is there as a safeguard but will it help? there was one way to find out, he stood up and walked into the bathroom so she didn’t see were he kept it, he reached into his necklace and opened the tag only to bring out the key to her handcuffs, he opened them. “You might write to her, don’t try something silly” Again, Hans sat by the bed, his hand ready to grab the sword, his body tense. He was ready to pounce.

Elsa glanced at him for a moment when he got up, though lost interest as he went into the bathroom. She shifted on the bed, trying to get comfortable until his short return. The weight off her wrists was weird, her arms not used to it as they moved a bit sharply. The rush of magic was a new sensation too, a brief flurry of snow floating into the air as she looked to him before quickly calming it down.

“Thank you,” the words were soft, moving forward to his writing desk and reaching for parchment and ink.

ofthesouthernisles:

Hans chuckles, “You have as much reason to trust me, as I have to trust you, Elsa” He says point blank “If previously seizing your kingdom and leaving your sister for dead are not provocation I don’t know what is” He sighs “Look, I don’t care a iot to see you naked, I just want to get you in that bath and I can pull your dress up when you are covered by water and I can’t see you, I will be by the door looking away just in case you need anything but for everything else you will be alone and you will get to keep your decency, If you manage to bathe yourself alone then by all means I will leave you be”

“Which is exactly why I will not bathe, until you show me a shred of trust by removing these shackles.” The reminder about his transgressions only cause her to glower at him, keeping her distance. “I am not going to allow myself to become utterly defenseless and turn my back to you in addition.” He was going to be stubborn, but she was going to be more so, her eyes not wavering in that decision.

ofthesouthernisles:

“I have no warranty that you won’t freeze me” he retorts, “So either cooperate or forever stay covered in blood” he wasn’t relenting. “I can sponge bathe your wounds if you’d like, but there are for the time being no compromises for you” he stops what he is doing and looks at her “So, Which one will be?” he smiles and looks at her waiting to see her crack.

“So you’d leave me utterly defenseless? Clearly you were raised with only brothers, otherwise you’d understand a shred of decency.” The words were sharp, her arms remaining crossed. “I wouldn’t harm you, unless provoked to do so. If you have no ill thought, you will free me.”