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[thesciencegoose]

Falling Slowly (The Arranged Marriage AU) - Chapter 7

Happy Elsarik Week! And Happy Anniversary Elsa and Alarik! Alarik belongs to @patricia-von-arundel

Rated M

Chapter 7

“I loved you first,” he murmured against her lips

Elsa smiled when he said that, wrapping her arms around his neck, curling her fingers into his hair. “Alarik…” she whispered as they kissed lazily, slow and gentle. “I think...I think I’m ready…”

Alarik pulled away slightly, his green eyes wide. “Really?” he asked.

Elsa nodded, breathless, and pulled him in for another kiss on the lips, before kissing each of his quickly reddening cheeks. “I’ve wanted this for a while now...I just...didn’t know how to ask...didn’t know what to say…”

He placed a hand on her cheek, cupping it gently, and she leaned into his touch. “You’re certain?”

She nodded once more, kissing him deeply, groaning as she felt warmth beginning to pool in her middle. “Make love to me...please, please love me…”

“For you...anything,” Alarik said, and he guided her to lie down on the bed, her chest heaving as he braced his hands on either side of her head. 

Elsa shook her head, her hands going to the buttons of his shirt. “Off,” she told him, and she began to unbutton his nightshirt with deft fingers. When it was off, along with his pants, Elsa began to pull off her own nightgown, when Alarik laid his hands on top of hers, stopping her.

“Let me,” he said, as he slowly, almost reverently, began to undress her.  

Finally, for the first time in the entirety of their marriage, they were both bare in front of each other. Elsa’s breath caught at the sight of him, him staring at her as if one were looking at a priceless work of art. 

Looking at her. 

She wanted to feel beautiful, she wanted to be his.

Elsa wrapped her arms around his neck once more, wanting, needing him closer, and he pressed gentle kisses against her shoulder, her neck, before reaching a place behind her ear that made her arch against him, gasping.

“Oh, there?” he asked, and began to suckle gently at the spot, and Elsa began to moan, the warmth in her middle becoming almost unbearable.

Finally, Elsa gasped, “Alarik! I...I need you!” and her fingers tightened against his curls.

“Then you’ll have me,” he whispered into her ear, before slowly running his hands down her thighs, then up again, stopping to rest at her hips, thumbs circling her hipbones, making her shudder and whine. He angled himself just so, and pressed himself against her opening, hesitating.

“Alarik, Alarik, please,” Elsa whimpered.

She saw him take a deep breath, before thrusting gently. Elsa groaned at the feeling, strange and new as it was, although not unpleasant. She had expected a searing pain that never came, just some discomfort that soon began to fade as Alarik began to gently move inside her.

“Does this feel okay?” Alarik asked, eyes concerned.

Elsa’s own eyes fluttered shut, trying to will her magic to recede, trying not to lose control, one of her main hesitations when it came to lovemaking, how her magic would react. Finally, as her body began to accept him, she sighed, smiling at him as she nodded.

His thrusts were slow, gentle, allowing her body time to get used to the feeling of him. Elsa arched against him, an unspoken plea for more, so much more.

“A-alarik...h-harder...please…” she whimpered.

“Of course…” Alarik grunted, moving out and then thrusting harder back in. His lips moved to her neck, kissing it, and then suckling gently.

“Oh, Alarik!” Elsa said, clutching him closer to her, his body slick against hers. There was a heat within her such as she had never dreamed she would ever feel, she felt practically feverish with it. She was gasping now, unable to speak, and she would have worried about the noises she was making, if his mouth didn’t meet hers for each one. His tongue entered her mouth, and she wanted it, oh god she wanted it.

His hand reached down, finding her bundle of nerves, and he rubbed his thumb against it, and Elsa practically screamed as she arched off the bed, high and taut against him. “A-alarik! I’m...I’m close!” Elsa moaned, feeling her release coming, tightening within her like a coil.

“It’s okay,” Alarik whispered, thrusting deep. “Let it happen,” he said, kissing the spot behind her ear once more.

At that, Elsa gave in to it, arching up, some semblance of his name spilling out of her lips in an ecstatic cry. She contracted around him, and cried out, shuddering with pleasure, with euphoria. Alarik groaned her name against her neck as he followed soon after, releasing deep inside her. Elsa trembled, her body against his, the force of his climax prolonging her own.

Finally, Elsa felt herself relax, sinking back down on the mattress. Alarik rolled them to their sides, before gently slipping out of her, and she sucked in a breath at the sudden feeling of loss, the feeling of disjunction. She smiled at him, breathless and satiated as she cuddled close to him, letting him wrap his arms around her.

“I love you, my darling,” she heard him whisper, before the tendrils of sleep took her.

[the-spaztic-fantastic]

The First Meeting

Modern AU.  Alarik and Agnarr meet face-to-face for the first time.  Prompt:  Every Inch of Me Is Trembling.

A/N:  This is in no way inspired by the first time my husband met my father.  This is for @couragedontdesertme who said she wanted a piece where Agnarr and Alarik meet (I think?  My memory isn’t what it used to be . . .).  Many thanks to @frozenprocedural and @ravenclaw-geek394 for hosting Elsarik Week.  And, of course, @patricia-von-arundel for coming up with such a great character whom I’m about to butcher.  Not literally.  I feel it’s important I clarify.

And I forgot to thank @fericita-s who is so kind and patient in beta reading every word I put before her and making my stories so much better.  Even for the pairs she doesn’t follow.  YOU ARE AWESOME!

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           Alarik drummed his fingers against the table top until Elsa’s increasingly pointed stare got him to still his hand.  She gave him a faint smile and turned her attention back to the garage door, hands folded in her lap.  He fidgeted with his watch.  He could hear her father’s voice from the garage.  Had been listening for the last fifteen minutes as Dr. Runardsund had carried on a muted conversation since arriving home.  But try as he might, he couldn’t make out the words.

           It was his first time formally being introduced to Elsa’s father.  He knew of him, of course, from the University.  Dr. Runardsund was one of the most prominent medical historians in the country and had recently written a book that found cross-over mainstream success, examining the surgical methods used by indigenous peoples around the world.  Alarik, though his interests lay more in epigenetics, had attended one of his public lectures only to meet the esteemed historian’s eldest daughter.  That had been almost a year ago.  It had taken several months to screw up the courage to ask her out for a more-than-friends coffee.  He rubbed the back of his neck.

           Elsa noticed and smiled at him.  “Don’t be nervous.”

           “I’m not,” he lied, disliking their shift in dynamic.  Usually he kept her calm and centered.  “But he’s, you know, academic royalty and I’m a post-doc.”

           “Dad is pretty low-key,” she reassured him.  “If you could survive Anna, you’ll survive him.”  He shrugged noncommittally.  Anna loved everyone.  And enthusiastically at that.  And Anna’s husband, Kristoff, was happy enough to trust anyone whom Elsa trusted which, given the man’s massive size, was a relief.  He squirmed again in his seat, wishing he didn’t feel like a teenager picking up his date.  Maybe that was the problem.  There hadn’t been anyone serious before Elsa.  This was his first time Meeting The Parents.  Except her mother wouldn’t arrive until dinner.  And he was twenty-eight.  Twenty-eight and starting to sweat through his shirt.

           “Alarik, he’ll love you,” she smiled shyly.  “I do.”

           He beamed at her as she rose from her seat.

           “I’m going to the bathroom.  I’ll be right back.”  She walked off, the floorboards of the old house creaking under her step.  As soon as he heard the bathroom door click shut, the garage door flew open.  Alarik shot up to his feet as Dr. Runardsund strode into the kitchen, leather satchel in one hand, umbrella in the other and being wielded uncannily like a sword.  Although Alarik matched the man for height, he still felt small under his gaze.

           “Um,” he licked his lips.  “I’m Alarik.”

           There was a long moment of silence as Dr. Runardsund looked him up and down, from the top of his tousled hair, to his university sweatshirt, to his cargo pants, to his scruffy sneakers.  The man wore a long cut woolen coat over a vest and dress shirt, pressed khakis and spotlessly shined shoes that gleamed.  He sported a neatly trimmed mustache in contrast to Alarik’s two days of the-lab-has-been-really-busy stubble. Elsa’s father tilted his head.

           “Well, I certainly hope you are given that you’re standing in my house.”

           The evening did not get easier from there.

[patricia-von-arundel]

Quality Time

Okay, this one, I’ve been looking forward to writing...

“Just. Stay. Still!”

“But it hurts! Ow, stop, you’re pulling!”

A familiar refrain, certainly. Daily. Every morning. 

Alarik put his book down, considering how a new thought might be received. Favorably, or was it one of those things which he was not supposed to offer to do? 

Well, he had never been fond of not having definitive answers. 

They both looked up as he knocked on the open door: Elsa with a brush and ribbon, Jenny leaning away from her, her hair half-braided down her back, her cheeks red with fury. 

“Tell her to stop, Papa.”

“Johanna Maria!”

“Don’t call me that!”

“Actually,” Alarik said, “that was exactly what I was hoping to tell her to do.”

Elsa cocked an eyebrow. “What?” Warning in her voice. 

Time to make himself very clear, then: “Could you show me how to do it?”

“To... to braid Jenny’s hair?”

“That was what I was thinking, yes.”

“I...” Elsa looked down at the brush, then back to him. “I... suppose I could.”

“Wonderful, Darling. Thank you.” He offered Jenny a smile. “Is it all right with you, Eldig?”

“I guess. Don’t pull. Mama pulls.”

“You need to sit still. It wouldn’t pull if you were still.”

“Yes, it would. You always pull.”

Alarik went closer, before they returned to yelling. “So how do we do this, then?”

“Here.” Elsa handed him the comb, and showed him how to fold the tails of hair, one over the other. 

“Quite simple, then.”

“You’d think.”

A few days later...

Elsa woke early, stretched. It came as no surprise to find the space on the bed next to her empty - Alarik sometimes seemed hardly to sleep at all. 

What was a surprise was hearing his voice nearby. She got up and padded from the room, yawning but curious. His voice was coming from Jenny’s room. 

Jenny’s room?

“...And so I find myself theorizing that it is perhaps some form of actual physical change, not merely a chemical one, though of course any chemical change also encompasses a physical component. The difference here is that I feel the mechanics of the physical change are not merely chemical in nature, but reflective of some other stimulant, though I haven’t yet been able to determine just what that stimulant might be. And so as a result I’ve been trying to - Oh, good morning, Darling.”

Elsa, speechless, watched as he finished Jenny’s long braid, tying the ribbon into a neat little bow. 

Jenny never moved a muscle. 

Now who’s the one with magic? Elsa could only shake her head. There were some things that truly could never be explained. 

[birger-wuvs-elsa]

Det Drage Gås ~ A Late Elsarik Day 1 Story

Alarik sat still and stared, hard, resolute, at his opponent before him. Neither of them had moved for several minutes, there was the occasionally blink; this wasn’t a staring contest, staring just happened to be involved. But Alarik wouldn’t be moved, and to be honest, he was afraid to move. His opponent had never let him this close before, and not done something to push him away.

“What on this good Earth are you doing, dear?”

Startled at the sudden voice, Alarik jumped and even yelped, only to cringe. His opponent...a grey-white goose with a blue-tinted beak, flapped his wings as he honked in a way that sounded too close to laughter. The feathery beast trotted away, and though a part of Alarik knew better, he could swear it smugly, triumphantly marched. Alarik sighed, and turned around to look up at the one who interrupted the duel.

Elsa had an eyebrow raised, her head tilted just a little to one side, and a smirk that bordered on ornery on her lips.

Alarik tried his hardest not to pout, but one corner of his mouth did rebel just a tad. “I was...um, nothing, darling, I was doing nothing.”

The blonde’s expression remained mostly the same, but her eyelids did hang a little lower. “You two were dueling again, weren’t you?”

Alarik now let himself pout as he crossed his arms and sank into his chair. “Perhaps...”

Elsa shook her head as she chuckled, then walked to stand behind him as she rest her hands on his shoulders. “Don’t force respect with him, Alarik. Birger will like you in due time, I promise.”

She paused for a moment, then Alarik heard her giggle. “You’re both geese, after all, and birds of a feather flock together, do they not?”

Alarik leaned his head back to send her a playful glare, to which Elsa laughed out loud as she leaned on his shoulders. He waited a beat, then stood from his chair and went around to hug Elsa tightly. Despite the laughter that still wracked her form, the blonde hugged back just as if not more fiercely, and Alarik smiled.

Only to lose it as he looked over Elsa’s back to see him stare at them.

... blodig drage gås...

[frozenprocedural]

Elsarik Week Day 6-Devotion

I GOT IT UP IN TIME. I PROMISED I WOULD.

Rated E under the cut. Definite enthusiastic marriage times. But good fluff too.

Alarik belongs to @patricia-von-arundel.

Devotion

It was late when Alarik woke, dawn already well gone. His initial reluctance turned to joy when he realized there was no reason to leave the bed. 

The last of the dignitaries had finally left the night previous, the remnants of a week-long trade summit that had Elsa waking early and bedding late each day. And that was on top of being a mother to an active three-year-old daughter. He'd helped where he was able, but save for making sure his wife ate enough, keeping Jenny distracted and occasionally carrying Elsa to bed- after finding her asleep in her study- there was little Alarik could do to lift the burden from Elsa's shoulders.

Little, save for strategic planning with Anna to ensure this morning would remain uninterrupted.

Alarik checked the space next to him, relieved to see that Elsa was still soundly asleep. Too many mornings had found him waking alone, Elsa already having been up for at least an hour and in her study. He settled into a more comfortable position, wincing when her eyes fluttered halfway open. 

"'Larik?" Her voice was heavy with sleep. He rolled onto his side, hoping to block the light.

"Go back to sleep, darling. Everything's fine."

Too late- Elsa's eyes snapped open when she noticed how light the room was. She shot upright, eyes flying to the clock.

"Alarik! How could you let me sleep this late! I have to-"

He sat up, cursing inwardly. He'd hoped to avoid this. "Elsa, lay back down. Everything is taken care of. Please, you need to rest."

"I have to draft new agreements, and there are letters to send out, and Jenny..."

"We took care of that. Anna is working with the council. Kristoff and Neta took Jenny out this morning. Please, trust me on this. Take care of yourself this time."

"But…"

Alarik lunged, wrapping his arms around Elsa and pulling her back down with him. She squeaked, and he nuzzled her hair, chuckling when she attempted to wriggle away.

"You… ridiculous...goose." She pressed against the bed with her feet, but it was no use- he had her trapped. With a defeated sigh, she went limp, tilting her head so she could fix him with a mock glare. "Fine, you win. Are you happy now?"

He grinned. "Very." He pushed her hair to the side so he could kiss her neck. "I missed you. I know we were both there, but…"

"It's not the same." She finished for him. Her fingers traced aimless patterns on his arms, and he could hear a subtle note of desperation in her voice. 

"No," he husked, his arms tightening fractionally, and he brought his lips back to her neck, watching goosebumps form in her skin. "No, it isn't."

Her fingers gripped his forearm, her body tensing. "I thought you wanted me to sleep." The desperate note was more pronounced now.

"Should I stop?"

"No."

He nipped her neck, causing her to gasp, then bathed the area with his tongue before laying more kisses up the column of her neck, higher and higher, until he reached the spot behind her ear, working his lips against it, sucking gently. She gasped, her back arching. 

He found the hem of her nightgown and began to draw it up, letting the backs of his fingers brush against her skin as he did. Subtle, teasing pressure that had her whining in need. He didn't respond, though, not right away. Instead, he kept up the slow pace, listening to her soft whimpers. She lifted her arms so he could remove the garment. 

Alarik wasted no time in returning to her body, his hands smoothing down her shoulders, then up around her chest, tracing the swell of her breasts, but not going quite where she wanted, keeping away from her searching fingers, teasing, stroking…

"Alarik, please…"

He gave in to her whispered plea, cupping her breasts and circling her nipples with his thumbs, drawing them into peaks before pinching them firmly. She cried out, her hands grasping at the sheets on either side of him. Alarik returned to her ear, tracing the lobe with his tongue, closing his lips around it and suckling, then along her jaw as her head turned. He let one hand slide down her abdomen, tracing the stretch marks there, feeling her shudder against him. Lower and lower, finding the patch of soft curls, lower still, cupping her center. It was his turn to shudder at the slick warmth against his hand. 

Elsa was writhing against him, rubbing against his own need, and he had to take several grounding breaths. His fingers sought, then found, her sensitive bud, and he began to trace simple patterns across and around it as Elsa thrust against the pressure. He readjusted his grip, resting his arm across her hip, holding her close. His other hand left her breast, following the path of the first, and he slipped a finger into her wet heat, curling it up, keeping up the pressure on her nub. He let a second finger join the first, stretching them apart, curling them up, feeling her walls tighten against his digits. She was close… so very close, he knew. Keep up the pressure, steady, letting it grow until.

Elsa all but arched off of him, his name falling from her lips in a breathless cry. Her hands found his thighs and gripped them as she writhed, and somehow, despite her motions, he kept his hold on her. He kept up his caresses, drawing out her release until she sighed and slumped against him, her hand tugging on his wrist until he pulled his fingers free. He eased her off of him, stroking her sides and hair. She smiled at him and reached over to tug on his shirt until he removed it, doing the same with his pants. His desire was clear, and she reached over to run her fingers over his length, making him gasp, his head dropping. 

“Elsa…”

“Please… I need you…”

Alarik straddled her, letting her take the lead, guiding him into her. He took it slowly, letting her focus on keeping control. Despite the warm, slick heat, despite his body screaming at him to thrust, he made himself watch her face until it relaxed, until he was fully inside her. Still he remained still, save for his hands, which he rubbed along her sides in long, sure strokes. Her hands came up to rest on her back, eyes open, and he could see the war with her magic was gone, replaced with desire. She nodded at his unasked question. 

Alarik rocked against her, slid a hand around front to find her nub once more as he increased the pace of his thrusts. When she rose to meet him, her fingers digging into his back, he pulled back and slid back in sharply. She cried out once more, matching his rhythm, seeking a second release. He brought his mouth to her breast, taking a nipple between his teeth before lathing it with his tongue. 

“More, Alarik. Please, more.”

He groaned, and anchored his free hand in the sheets, driving into her now, his hips snapping as he felt her walls tremble against him once more, his hand moving feverishly against her bud. “Let it happen, darling, let go. I’m here, I’m here, I’m… Elsa!”

“Alarik!”

Her walls squeezed and spasmed against him, and he could hold back no more. He spilled into her, again and again, until the tension left him and he fell into the bed, rolling so he wasn’t crushing her, pulling Elsa close to his chest, keeping them connected. As their breathing slowed and evened, he found her lips, pressing a slow, gentle kiss to them. Elsa cuddled against him, her eyelids growing heavy, and he pulled the blanket up to their waists. 

It would be several hours before they left the bedroom that day.

Just as he had hoped.

[frozenprocedural]

Elsarik Week, Day 7-Love

I had actually been working on this one a while back, and realized it would be perfect for today. So here it is- the aftermath of Frozen 2 if Alarik/Shardsverse had happened before the move.

Alarik, as always, belongs to @patricia-von-arundel

Love

It takes him far too long to realize something's wrong with Elsa.

Alarik knows he's dealt with a great deal- maybe too much- over the past few days. He's physically, mentally, and emotionally exhausted. No one would blame him for missing the signs, especially when Elsa kept hiding them. 

He does blame himself. He's better than that- he's had time enough to learn the subtle shifts in her behavior, well enough to know when she's the slightest bit uncomfortable. Let alone when she's in a great deal of pain. 

But it takes until that evening, when he goes to check on her, that he finds out.

He knocks on the pole of the temporary shelter the Northuldra had built, and peers in. "Els…"

Her name catches in his throat.

Part of him wants to believe that what he sees is a trick of the low light. It would be much better to brush off the mottled discoloration on her exposed shoulders as the play of shadows on her skin. 

But Elsa leaps and spins, her eyes wide, and he knows what he saw was bruising, dark and angry. She crosses her arms, winces, lets them drop, and he can see her left hand is swollen and red. 

He steps further inside, letting the tent flap close behind him. Her eyes are wide, and she retreats a few steps. He stops, gives her space. 

"Elsa?"

She starts at her name, and he hears her sharp intake of breath. 

She's in pain.

"Elsa, what happened?"

She looks away, trying to recede further into the dark of the tent- without the flap open, the only light source is the lantern on a nearby stool. "It's nothing. Really. I'll be fine."

Now it's Alarik's turn to be grateful for the minimal light, as it allows him to ball his hands into fists and tighten his jaw to keep from shouting. 

'Nothing!?'

He takes in a slow breath instead, forces himself to use calm, measured words. "Elsa, please. You know I don't believe that."

He can hear the tight, high note in his tone and curses internally when she tenses. He prepares himself to try to reason when she inhales deeply. 

Then everything spills out. 

He stands there, frozen as if encased in ice, as Elsa explains the fight with Nøkk in the Dark Sea, her freezing, and the subsequent thaw that sent her plunging back-first into the water. His mind struggles to come to terms with what he's hearing. Tossed about like a rag doll by massive waves, nearly drowned by the water spirit and falling who-knew-how far into water back first. 

By the time she's finished, Alarik is shaking. He wants to go out and strike something, and at the same time hold Elsa in his arms and never let go to keep her safe. He wants to scream, to ask her why, why she would go through all that, allow herself to endure such pain, even death.

Elsa slumps into the pile of furs that make up her bed, her shoulders low and head hanging. He comes in, closer, then sinks onto protesting knees at her side. He fights the urge to pull her into his arms- she hasn't granted permission for touch yet. 

"Why?" He can hear the tremble in his voice. "Why, Elsa, would you do this to yourself!?"

"I… I had to, Alarik." Her voice is soft, too soft, and choked with tears. "For the Northuldra, for Arendelle… I had to."

His gut rolls, and acrid taste coats his tongue. He pushes himself up, stumbling, his voice rising. "You had to!? Had to be beaten, nearly drowned, frozen!?" He's yelling now, but he can't bring himself to care. "You died, Elsa! You died!" 

Elsa looks as if he's struck her, and it all becomes far too much. Alarik utters some strangled, agonized noise before turning and staggering out of the tent. He can feel eyes watching him, and he picks up his pace, searching through a haze of tears to find someplace quiet. A fallen tree at the edge of the clearing catches his attention, and he slumps onto it, his head falling into his hands. The tears fall then.

Footsteps approach, and the log shifts as someone sits next to him. "Leave me alone." he mumbles through his fingers.

"Absolutely not."

Anna.

He doesn't look up- he can't, not right now. "She's in there trying to pretend that there's nothing wrong, that she isn't covered in bruises and can barely move because she's in so much pain. Acting as if she didn't freeze to death!" 

His words echo on the glade, and several Northuldran turn to stare, before quickly dropping their gazes and moving away. He doesn't care. It doesn't matter. 

Anna sits there, watching him with a soft expression. When he doesn't say anything else, she reaches over to rest her hand on his. 

"And you weren't able to stop it. Or even just help her."

Alarik whips his head around to stare at Anna in surprise. She gives a half-smile.

"I felt- feel the same way. Elsa and I talked about it. Well, sort of. I was upset. And I will be for a while. And that's alright. It's going to take time for all of us to come to terms with what happened. For all of us to heal. But you can't do that by leaving. Go back to her. And say what you need to say."

Anna takes both of his hands, squeezing gently. Her eyes lock on his. "It's time. No more guessing, no more fear. Go back to Elsa. Do the next right thing."

Alarik nods.

………

He returns to the tent, but when he raises his hand to knock once again, his resolve fades, and he can't make his arm move.

"Alarik?" 

Her voice is tentative, wavering.. He pushes back the tent flap to find her still sitting on the bed, her arms wrapped about her. He can see the fresh tear tracks on her face. 

"You heard us."

It's not a question, but she nods anyway. He can see her trembling. Alarik takes the risk and sits next to her, not touching, but there. He folds his hands together, trying to find the right words. But it's Elsa who speaks first.

"I was afraid. Afraid you, and Kristoff, and Anna would be hurt. That's why I left without you. Why I pushed Anna away. I… none of you deserved to be hurt because of my powers."

"But you deserved it?" 

Elsa doesn't answer him. 

"Elsa, no. I know you struggle. I know I can't even begin to comprehend what you live with each day with your powers, and your past. But I know this- you did not deserve that pain and suffering anymore than you believe we did. And to know you were alone when-" 

His throat tightens, and he looks away, biting back a choked sob. Then he's turning to her, hands out- a silent plea. She hesitates for the briefest of moments, then acquiesces with a tiny nod. 

Alarik brings his hand up to cup her jaw, his thumb stroking the corner of her lip. He presses his forehead to hers, feeling her tremulous breaths cool the tear tracks on his cheeks.

"I can't bear thinking of you being alone like that again. Not if I have the power to be by your side."

Do the next right thing.

"I love you, Elsa."

She stiffens and gasps. She knows his mother's rule. Never say 'I love you' unless the next words are-

"Marry me?"

Silence surrounds them, making the pounding in Alarik's ears feel deafening. The turmoil in his mind grows with each passing second- he's gone too far, she'll never accept him, he needs to leave, run away, the only thing he's ever been good at-

Elsa's hand- freezing and trembling- covers his, and it's enough to jolt him back to reality. 

"Yes." Her whisper resounds in him like a shout, and he's laughing and crying as her uninjured hand wraps around his neck, pulling him down to meet her lips. They kiss long and deep, until the need for air forces them to break apart. Alarik carefully gathers Elsa into his arms, mindful of her injuries, and closes his eyes as he rests his head atop hers. 

They would still have much to talk about, much to heal from. But this time, they would do it together.

[frozenprocedural]

Elsarik Week 2020!

Fresh off of Twelve Days of Elsarik, we're bringing in:

Elsarik Week 2020!❤❤❤

February 8th-14th.

Celebrating our favorite geese in love, we invite you to submit stories, art, headcanons, what-have-you for Elsa and @patricia-von-arundel 's Alarik! The prompts are based off of lyrics from Frozen 2, but they don't have to be set in that movie- they're just a guide!

Day 1: "Bless this happiness we've found, bless this good and solid ground"

Day 2: "Gotta get this right"

Day 3: "Every inch of me is trembling"

Day 4: "May our good luck last, may our past be past"

Day 5: "I am found"

Day 6: "Now I know you're my true North"

Day 7: "Everyone I've ever loved is here within these walls"

Additional info:

We will be allowing M and MA/E fics, as long as they are clearly labeled as such and kept under a "Read More". Go wild.

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Please tag your work as #Elsarik Week or #Elsarik Week 2020!

LET'S DO THIS!