(strawberryshortcake) Maggie rolled over and gently tugged on Hans' sideburns. She was awake, early of course, and someone was missing from their bed. She hated these long ice harvesting trips, but at least her lovely king was still there.
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{♔} —- Even half asleep, Hans knew those hands, and he knew that if he didn’t wake, Maggie would keep tugging on his facial hair until it was completely out of shape. His sideburns were impossible to smooth down once Maggie got a hold of them, so he rolled over and wrapped both arms around her.
“Mmm. Good morning,” he sighed, his eyes still closed. For a moment he simply lay there, enjoying the warmth of their bed, but like Maggie, hans could not help but notice how empty it felt without Kristoff’s broad shoulders or steady breathing.
Three weeks he’d been gone, and still there would be two more before Kristoff returned. Three times, Kristoff’s letters had reached them, and three times, Hans and Maggie had sent a message back. Today the postmaster would come again, and with him, word from the King and Queen’s husband.
“I finished my half of our letter,” Hans said, still tangled in Maggie’s limbs. “And I saw the gloves you made! Kristoff will love them… Though I’m not sure that’s quite what he meant when he complained about the cold.”
Hans propped his head upon one flat palm, his brows furrowed and thoughtful.
“I want to send him something too, but I’m useless at handmade gifts. Do you think he’d like a bottle of brandy? A little taste of home… It would help keep him warm, too!”