Reine de Froid

"Now, what was that whimper?" Hans smirked, "I recall telling you to call me ‘My King’, or ‘King Hans’." He said, getting away from her only to nibble on her neck, leaving a mark.

"I'm sorry, my king," Elsa whimpered softly. How could she forget? He may not actually be a king, but there was no doubt in her mind that he was the king of her. 

Hans smiled, “She is now better, tomorow she’ll be as healthy.” He kissed Amy’s head, and gestured Elsa to follow him through the halls, to the nursery.

Elsa followed close behind her husband as he took Amy to the nursery. She stayed in the doorway, watching the two of them from a short distance when they entered, her arms folded tightly across her chest. 

Taking her hand in his, Hans and Elsa left their new home, and went downstairs, to the big street. It was filled with normal stores, H&M, Tally Weijl, and much more like those in the US, but there were also original ones. “The special cute stores are not on the main street, we’ll reach them today, hopefuly.” Hans smiled.

She held his hand tightly as they walked down the street together. The anxiety she would normally feel when she was in such a different place than she was used to was buried under her complete awe of her surroundings. She still hadn’t fully grasped that this was even real—there was no way it could be. 

Hans led Elsa towards shops, he would buy her anything she liked, and held her bags for her, they had so many things!

Every store he took her to was magnificent--but expensive. Often she would see something she really liked, but upon seeing the price tag would set it down--only to have Hans buy it anyways, despite her protests. When they were done, they had more than a dozen bags, completely full of clothes and cosmetics, and Elsa was in awe of it. She had no idea where they would even keep all of the clothes. This would have made her closet at home overflow.

Hans smiled against her core, as he started to lick her faster, “Hush, sweetheart.” He purred and started to suck on her clit.

She could already feel herself getting close—he didn’t even have to do very much. Her body was so sensitive that even the slightest touch drove her crazy, so having all of his attention on her most sensitive areas was overloading her senses. “Hans,” she couldn’t help but whimper out even after he told her to be quiet.

Hans smirked and sucked further on, wanting to make his lover come undone, his tongue massaged her entrace. Hans hummed on her clit, sending vibrations all over her body.

Hans watched his wife holding Amy in her pale hands. “Please don’t be mad…” He told her.

Elsa didn’t look at him, instead focusing all her attention on her baby. The idea of suitors made her stomach turn—it felt too much like they weren’t giving Amy a choice, and Elsa knew all too well what it was like to not have a choice in what happened in her life. “I’m not mad,” she muttered, glancing over at him.

Elsa nodded, not responding to his kisses as she handed a sleeping Amy back to Hans. "She seems to be doing much better," Elsa said, changing the subject. "She doesn't seem as sick as before."

Hans watched his wife holding Amy in her pale hands. “Please don’t be mad…” He told her.

Elsa didn't look at him, instead focusing all her attention on her baby. The idea of suitors made her stomach turn--it felt too much like they weren't giving Amy a choice, and Elsa knew all too well what it was like to not have a choice in what happened in her life. "I'm not mad," she muttered, glancing over at him.

Hans smiled against her core, as he started to lick her faster, “Hush, sweetheart.” He purred and started to suck on her clit.

Hans arched one brow. “Lets not argue about it, we will choose suitors, and if ashe won’t like any, she’ll choose by herself.” Hans told her.

Elsa didn't respond. The idea of suitors still didn't sit well with her, but she kept quiet--Hans was her husband and her king, and she shouldn't have been speaking to him like this. She held the baby closer to her, holding her small hand.

Hans watched his Queen. “Yes, she will choose, between suitors, I’ll invite as many as we want, and she’ll chose, just like how your parents married.”

"Well, that wasn't how we married," Elsa argued, standing up with Amy. Although, to be fair, maybe their marriage wasn't the best argument to use. The rumors she had heard in the hallway today had brought back a lot of things Elsa wished to forget. "And to be quite frank, Hans, I don't think it's very fair to Amy to make her choose between men only we think are suitable." 

Hans smiled, looking at the baby and then her mother. “Tomorow I’m going to look through suitors for Amy, would you like to help me with that?” He asked.

"Suitors...?" She furled her brow, shaking her head at the idea. "No, no. No suitors," she insisted, clutching the infant closer to her protectively. "Amy will be able to marry whomever she chooses." 

Elsa smiled at that, looking up at him and nodding. "I'm sure she's going to make a wonderful queen," she murmured, brushing some of the baby's hair away from her face. A much better queen than I have ever been, Elsa couldn't help but add in her head. She didn't even really mean to think that--the thought just popped into her head and even though she knew she shouldn't be thinking like that, she did. She kept it to herself, however, knowing that Hans would probably scold her for thinking such rotten things about herself.