Small snippet from my fanfic that I haven’t updated in ages so here’s some fluff for now:
Elsa had been sat in her study for most of the morning, giving the paperwork Hans and Anna had completed during her resting period, the glance over. Whilst she trusted Hans to do a good job, she couldn’t say the same for her sister who was still learning the ins and outs of the job.
She sighed, rubbing her temples as a dull ache had started to form behind her eyes. The Queen had grown frustrated at how fragile her body was because she had an important role to fulfil, she didn’t have time to rest and recover.
She placed the document she had just finished with onto the pile, when the soft creak of the door caught her attention, she glanced up briefly, not wanting to lose her train of thought.
She smiled softly, for it was her husband and their infant, who was fast asleep in his father's arms, how could a woman refuse. She immediately placed her quill back into the inkwell and placed her documents aside.
“Morning, my love” Hans whispered, as to not disturb their son quite yet, he carefully leant down and pressed a light kiss to her temple.
“Morning” Elsa leant towards his touch with a soft smile on her lips. She then carefully takes her babe into her arms, her index finger lightly tracing his little nose.
“Is it all up to scratch?” Hans queried as he sat in the window seat, Elsa stood from her chair, babe in arm, and she sat against her husband's chest, inhaling his scent as she nestled her face into the crook of his neck.
“Yes, you have taught Anna well, more so than I could have, but then again you have more patience. I on the other hand, find Anna challenging at times”.
“I am an expert at dealing with challenging siblings. Anna doesn’t mean to get frustrated and angry, she just takes your criticism as rejection, all she wants is to please you. Anna is a very intelligent woman, and I think God forbid if it does, but Arendelle would be safe in her hands should the worst happen to us”.
“I can sleep a little better at night then at least” Elsa jested “I am glad she has you to open up to, at least, I am not the best communicator” She sighed her grin dropping into an insecure frown.
“Are you alright? You’re quieter than normal”’.
“I am just tired darling”.
“Elsa why don’t you go rest, I can finish off for you?”
“Is it alright if we stay like this for a while”.
“Of course,” he smiled, amused at his Queen.
He wrapped an arm around his goddess, whilst the other arm cradled their son, supporting Elsa’s arm further.
“I love you” She murmured, savouring this moment in her mind, for it was so very rare for them to have quiet and peaceful intimacy with her family.
“I love you more” Hans uttered back to her.
“How has your training been going?”
“Challenging, no matter what I do let this monster out, the pain, it’s just too much, so I give up before I can even transform”.
“Yelena says that I need to relax, and not to be scared to give up control. It’s easy for her to say, I am still new to this, it’s not even been a year since I first discovered I had this magic and any memory I had of it prior is long gone” Hans sighed.
“My love, you will get the hang of it, you’re strong, and your magic is powerful, more so than my own, I have never seen anything like it. It seems to me that it is less of a battle for the body and more of the mind, you need to allow yourself to feel those uncomfortable emotions that the physical pain brings.” Elsa lifts her head from his shoulder, so that her eyes could meet his.
“You can do this, I believe in you” she paused before turning her attention to the sleeping prince “Harry will one day be in your position, and any future children that we may have, may also inherit this ability, and therefore they will need their father to guide them, so take your time in learning the ability properly.”
“I am terrified for him” Hans furrowed his brow.
“No one wants to see their child suffer Hans, which is why we as parents have to do everything, we can prepare them for the worst”.
“For me, that means educating him in the ways of politics and this way of life, for you that will be showing him the ways of magic, of battle, and together we will show him the love of a real family.”
“He doesn’t need me for that, he has a pretty badass mother who can show him all of those things.” Hans teased.
“Please” Elsa scoffed “My magic, and my battle skills pale in comparison”.
“I think you could beat me in a battle”.
“Maybe before you had your magic, I stood a chance, but now.” She shrugged.
“Elsa, why do I have a feeling this is about more than just Harry”.
“Now I am a mother, I worry that I will lose my old self, the woman that could tame the elements herself, a woman who could best pirates in a sword fight, a woman who could reduce a kingdom to her knees with the wave of a hand”.
“Elsa you are still that woman. If anything, becoming a mother has made you stronger, and you can still do those things, as your husband I promise you, we will do this as a team, you don’t have to lose yourself.”
“You’re amazing Elsa” he paused “I love you regardless of those things, I would love you in every lifetime and any circumstance, heck we could be simple farmers for all I care, no magic, no money or titles. Elsa, I just love you, as does Harry”.
Elsa brushed her nose tenderly with his before the king gently captured her mouth with his lips, Elsa let out a hum, as her free hand reached up to cup his jaw.
Harry began to stir, crying and cranky as he was rooting for his mother’s breast, he was hungry..
“Well hello to you too, mister!” Elsa chuckled, pulling away from her husband's mouth, with a smirk towards her grouchy infant who certainly had an appetite.
“Harry, not cool” Hans teased, which earned him a playful glare from the icy blonde.
Elsa adjusted her bodice, her ice magic working its wonders to quickly remove any obstacles from the babe satisfying its hunger. Which instantly quelled the little one’s cries.
“The council have really been pushing for me to get a milk nurse, they find the whole process of me having to leave to feed him in peace tedious and a waste of time.”
“I tried to explain to them that milk from their mother is better for babies and I only want what’s best for our son, but they would not have it, they are far too stuck in the past”.
Hans had to suppress his temper that started to bubble, for he couldn’t understand why the council would not respect their wishes, and he couldn’t understand why Elsa was getting the blame for this decision when it was one that they had decided on together.
“Why do they always do this when I am not present, they wouldn’t dare if I had been there. I’ll sort it, my love.” Hans’ chest heaved; Elsa tensed for she could feel his pulse racing.
“Hans, take a breath, anger is not good for you or your magic.”
Hans just sighed and buried his face into her hair, which earned him a laugh from Elsa, at his stubbornness and determination against those who’d seek to hurt their family.
“It’s okay, Hans not everyone is out to do harm to us, the council are just thinking about getting the job done quickly and to a time schedule, but unfortunately babies do not work that way”.
“I want another one” Elsa smiled down at her beautiful child.
Hans blanched “So soon?” He gulped it had barely been two weeks since Harry had arrived.
“Well not quite yet, but eventually, yes.”
“Are you up to the task, husband?” Elsa smirks flirtatiously, which pulls a bright flush of red onto his cheeks at her subtle hint of seduction.
Fire Hans idea(If someone posted an idea like this I would delete this post)
I always associated Fire Hans with the phoenix, and therefore immortality. I'd like to think up of scenarios of him discovering it in the worst way, since, well... He thinks he's as mortal as everyone on board - so he carefully avoids anything that kills him and is in the illusion that his life is on the line, because he doesn't know the full extent of his powers. Neither is it revealed to him, after the whole fire powers shenanigan occurs.
Then later, it gets out that he is immortal, possibly through him painfully dying. Though this idea could go many different directions, he could burn to ashes and be reborn all new with no scars but still the age he currently is. The other would be him burning to ashes and still have the painful reminders of what he'd gone through, unchanged. Then the last would be him being reborn once again, faithful to the interpretation/text of the phoenix, him as a baby.
Now there'd be the other question of if he does remember, that is up for the people to decide, I'm just suggesting ideas. Although I'll give you mine, it's either he has his memories intact, or he gets temporary amnesia, remembers it slowly, piecing it back together through the fragmented thoughts and slowly relearning himself. Another would be his memories are fully wiped out, he learns about his other self through the people that know him. There'd be the dilemma if he wants to remember or not. Lastly, he could recover them from the trolls, depends if he wants to or not, or if the trolls could do so or not.
He'd experience puberty twice if he's reborn as a babe, if he's abandoned in the wilderness to fall into the hands of mother nature or taken in by a family is up to anyone to decide.
As fanfiction doesn't limit the possibilities despite it deviating from canon.
ok so i just checked my tag and saw that conversation from like a week ago about hufflepuff death eaters, and i double-checked the pottermore thing. the info i found said hufflepuff produced the FEWEST dark wizards, not zero. :)
Arabella was nine when she was burned by Hans' powers in an accident and nearly died. Esmè let everyone believe she was dead and told Hans it was his fault, in front of everyone.She wears a blue veil over her face to hide the scar the accident left her.
