#phantom elsa

[princeofthesouthernisles]

Elsa gave Hans a cool smile, standing in front of the pile of books she knocked over when startled out of her lovesick daze. She was put together with her hair done in a half up-bun, her icy champagne colored locks tumbling down her shoulders reaching the small of her back. Her slim figured donned a floor length, periwinkle blue summer dress. Her skin looked like there was light radiating underneath. She was positively glowing. "What can I do for you, Sir Westergard?"

Had he been in a less nervous mood he might have laughed a bit, but he put on a gracious smile and stepped forward a bit to talk to her. He adjusted his ascot nervously, having foregone a jacket due to the warmer weather but still in the usual full body attire he wore. She looked gorgeous in the light of the afternoon sun he admitted quietly to himself.

"I…" darn, he had no idea why he was really here. Thinking quickly he smiled. "I was wondering if perhaps you wanted to have a lunch together? Maybe we can discuss recent events regarding Arendelle…" and ourselves, but he did not say that out loud.

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Elsa wondered if he could hear her heart racing from across the room. She glanced at the prince and licked her lips. ❛You... you taste like chocolate and spices.❜

Hans had been pleasantly perusing an Arendellian newspaper before he heard those words filled with an unspoken hunger. He looked up and put the paper down, suddenly feeling a spike in his pulse at the sight of Elsa standing across the room, slightly embarrassed he had noticed her come in but more curious as to her intent. The statement was… sweet, in a romantic sort of way, and Hans smiled in reply. ”And you taste like a cold glass of water to a thirsting sailor lost at sea.”

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Elsa jerked out of her romantic day dreams when Hans knocked on the door to her library. The piles of books of love poems crashed off the side table and tumbled to the floor. Her face turned beet red. She didn't think he'd seek her out so soon after their kiss! She quickly stood up and folds her hands in front of her, keeping a ladylike, proper, and poised demeanor. "Please, come in."

Hans heard a crashing of paper through the doors, cringing slightly at the sound. Parting the doors, Hans was confronted by Elsa, doing her best to compose herself, and a large mess of books that she likely just tipped over. He was briefly amused by the whole matter before coming to himself. “Greetings, your majesty…” he paused awkwardly, not sure where to take the conversation. “How was your day?”

He mentally chided himself for such a silly question. He could perfectly control any conversation he was in at a moment’s notice but suddenly around her he was getting tongue tied like a child.

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The next morning, Elsa woke up absolutely radiant. She dreamily stared into space over breakfast, her morning conferences went by with a breeze as she was surprisingly compliant. Her dreams about Hans relieved her in ways she never thought she could be. A small trail of snow followed her wherever she went. Once her errands were over, she adjourned to her library to read books of love sonnets. The entire room was whirling with fluttering snow flurries. "Hans..." She sighed again into a book.

Hans on the other hand woke up drained of life itself. Not only did Elsa end up haunting his dreams in ways he knew would never be spoken of to any living soul, but sleeping in a chair for about four hours left one in a terrible mood. Still, as he went about his own day in the castle, quietly busying himself with work and attempts to stave off thinking of her (only to end up thinking of her for most of the day) Hans was able to eventually find some peace from last night.

Maybe all he needed was space from her and some time to figure things out. Inside himself he knew he was not very capable of adjusting to new emotions quickly, though his years of practice helped him at least assert a physical appearance of doing so. Still, a part of him did want to see the queen again, even as his mind railed against the idea his heart eventually came out on top. 

Which is how he found himself standing before her library door (knowing her schedule to the dot as his fastidious mind would accept no less) swallowing his nerves and talking himself into knocking. “Come on Hans old boy… she is not the master of you, just… a woman, yes, a woman like any other.”

Who just so happened to have him by the… well, you know.

Quickly acting before he could decide otherwise, Hans knocked politely on her library door a few times and spoke. “Your Majesty… Prince Hans request permission to enter.”

Now he only hoped he would not live to regret this.

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Elsa tossed and turned in her bed, trying desperately not to recall the amazing taste of the admiral's lips. She reached up to stroke her own mouth, trying to recreate the sensation. Nothing will ever feel the same on her mouth. Her other hand began to wander under neath her covers... "Hans.." Icy breath escaped her lips as a light snow began to fall all around her..

It ended up being a sleepless night for both of them. Hans ended up giving up the bed altogether, instead rotating between staring into the fireplace trying to clear his head and reading many, many different books. Each one he tried ended up reminding him of Elsa somehow, be it her eyes, her impossible to find smile, or the way she even moved. It was pathetic, he knew it was, but he literally could not get her out of his mind, especially the way she kissed. The very touch of her tongue was like cold water to a dry mouth, her lips…

Great, now he was being poetic.

With yet another exasperated sigh he looked out his window to see the weather acting up again. Maybe it was just Arendelle, or maybe it was her, thinking of him and experiencing the same mess of emotions he was. In the end Hans fell asleep, staring into the fire, visions of Elsa dancing in the flames…

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Elsa's eyes were a mixture of emotion. She was excited, scared, ashamed. Yet there was something different in her ice blue eyes this time. Lust. The prince was going to have a hard time getting those smoldering eyes out of his head. It sent shivers down her spine, down a place she was not aware existed. Her breath was soft but shallow. She smiled when he complimented her kissing, even though she was a novice. When he kissed her hand and left, she had a surge of desire that haunted her all night.

He was not going to sleep at all now. Hans laid on his bed, eyes locked at the ceiling as he fought and fought to get her out of his mind. It was her eyes for sure, or the way she seemed so ready and so not that invited temptation into his mind, but he would wait like he said he would. Deep down neither of them were ready inside, or at least that was how he felt, maybe she was. Besides, she was a queen, and him… an invisible prince. It had been his dream since birth to rule justly and be recognized, but now all his masks and lies were falling through the cracks in his hands, leaving him with nothing but insecurity, fear, and yes, a vague feeling of love.

No matter what he had to stay true, for her, for whatever was between them. It hurt his heart and it stifled his growing hunger, but he would not do anything to hurt her… or at least try not to, he never knew with the decisions he made. Suddenly her eyes made their way to his mind and he groaned again. Even in his thoughts they seemed to pin him, wretch his soul as he rolled from side to side, praying they would never go away even if they hurt him so.

In the end, Hans was only left with one question… now what?

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Elsa's passion certainly made up for her inexperience. Her arms wrapped tightly around his neck as she kissed him. He could hear the most adorable giggle escape her mouth as she explored this new sensation. Her entire body was cool to the touch, but her lips, while cold, were soothing. However, Heaven suddenly pushed Hans out from it's doors as the ice queen suddenly realized what she was doing and broke away from his embrace.

Hans had kissed before, but something about the way she seemed to enthralled with it, the freshness and innocence that the kiss held tinged by a secret hidden hunger for one another made it the best he had ever had. She felt cold, but it cooled that fire in his gut and seemed to make the kiss more relaxing and just right. He did not want it to end, something his heart found delightful and his mind was appalled by.

The moment, like any other beautiful thing for Hans, was too good to last. It took less than a second of her moving away and coming to her senses for regret to sink back in. Inside he berated himself a million times over as his heart started to ache. Foolish, completely foolish of him to indulge her in that moment. Who knows where it would have gone, but he calmed himself and smiled politely. He needed to be calm, needed to show her that it would be alright.

"Wow… uhm, you… you are a very good kisser, your majesty." He should have hit himself for saying that, but that was the only thing on his mind then and there. "I-I suppose I should be going now… I have taken far too much of your night anyway and…" he stopped, took her hand and placed  a longing kiss on it. "I will keep my word to you."

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Elsa froze at the sudden contact of the Admiral's lips against her own. Kissing! This is what kissing felt like! It was... Warm. Sweet. It felt like she was melting. When he parted their lips, she felt like she was left out in the cold. After he said his peace, she didn't care. She wanted more. 13 years of isolation left her starved for contact. Her pale, cool hands cupped Hans' face, and stood on the tips of her toes for another soft, but this time, torrid, kiss.

Hans had thought it would not do to push her any further but the moment her gloved hands reached around him and brought his face in for more Hans feared all his defenses would be laid aside. He tried to fight the surge that this moment was bringing him but his hands moved of their own accord and wrapped her into him, lifting her a bit off the ground due to the height difference. It was rough, hungry, the kiss of someone who wanted, nay, needed this in her life, needed love after years of closed doors.

Truth was… he wanted this almost as bad as she did.

His mind was blank about where this would go though. Would they just keep kissing until one broke? Would he have to cut it short to preserve her purity and his own word? Or maybe he could just for once let go all his fears and inhibitions. None of this was making sense with her inexperienced tongue in his mouth though. What he really wanted was for her to take control, take away that which Hans valued most in his meaningless life and see what happened next in her hands. It might be good, it might be bad, but somehow none of that mattered so long as she was taking the lead for now.