A Twist Of Fate

Chapter 18

"Guyssss..." Elsa lifted an empty bottle of her wine. "We out..." She made a pouting face before giggling again. "Can s'm one gimmy more?" She tossed the bottle onto the carpeted floor and looked back up at the ceiling, waving her hands and creating frosty patterns in the air.

"......this is why we never let you have wine." Anna stared at her sister, wearing the same expression she wore when Kristoff introduced her to his family. Hans gulped and tried to look anywhere other then Elsa.

Too bad Elsa was doing the exact opposite.

"Hansyyy...your pants look tight..." She snickered, pointing a finger at his crotch. Frost danced off the tip of her finger, falling to the ground like snow. She snickered again. "My pow'rs 'er so perty..." Elsa sat up lazily and grabbed the sides of her bodice, and tugged it up so there was less cleavage, but the action made her breasts bounce enough to be noticed by Hans. He was already blushing darkly from when she pointed out the bulge in his pants, and it didn't help that she kept talking. "Anna, what are we going to-" He nervously whispered to the princess, who cut him off. "Carry her up to her room. I'll get her water." Anna stood straiter and marched out of the room in determination.

Hans looked from Anna to Elsa, feeling completely uncomfortable by the situation. "Elsa," his voice cracked and he cleared his throat. "Elsa, I need to take you to your room, now." He took a step toward her, offering a hand. "But I'm not tired..." She whined, crossing her arms. Hans sighed and kept his hand out toward her. "You're going to have a hell of a headache tomorrow if you don't listen to your sister and I." He argued, stepping closer. Elsa stayed silent, eyeing Hans for a moment before grinning again, giggling. "...okay..." She grabbed his hand and stood up, wobbling on her legs for a moment before Hans slid his hand around her waist for support. "Not yet, Hansyy.." Elsa giggled, still holding onto him. Hans blushed darkly and realized why she was suddenly do eager to go with him. "N-no, Elsa, we aren't-" He stuttered, quickly leading her down the hall. "B-but why not..?" Elsa pouted, looking away. "I'm not gonna do it with Rolf...I don' love h'm..." She continued to pout, while Hans was trying to tell himself not to be happy about that. "B' I migh' h've too...I gotta m'rry h'm....b' I don't wanna..." Elsa sniffed and Hans balked. "Y-you're marrying Rolf?!" He almost yelped, gripping her hand tighter after he almost let her go in shock. Elsa ignored his shocked look and question. "I like you, though.. You're nicer... And perty-er.." Elsa giggled as Hans pushed open her door. She flopped down on her bed, giggling again. Hans was as red as his hair. "Y-you don't mean that, Your Majesty. You're drunk." He explained, trying to convince himself more then Elsa.

"Well duh she's drunk." Anna appeared in the doorway with a pitcher of water and a wooden cup. "Elsa," Anna walked over to her and set the things down on her nightstand, then took her hand and stood her up. "Get dressed for bed, because that's where you'll be staying the rest of the night. The council can't know this," Anna explained, pointing to her changing screen while Hans picked up the pitcher of water and started to pour it into the cup for her. Elsa made the same pouting face, slightly swaying as she stood. "Bu' I'm not tired!" She whined while being pushed behind the screen by Anna, who also through in her nightgown. Elsa huffed by obeyed, though she needed a little from Anna help sense she was so clumsy when intoxicated. Hans was busy running his thoughts over Elsa becoming engaged to his brother. Why on earth would she say yes?!

Elsa came out a few minutes later, donning a simple white nightgown with blue flowers laced at the neckline. She was gripping her head and swaying. "Annaaaa...." Elsa groaned and Anna sighed, leading her sister to her bed, which she plopped down on. She eyed the glass of water in Hans' hand, and reached out for it. He was gripping it so hard, he was surprised the water hadn't started to boil. After he snapped out of it, he gently handed her the water, which she took in her chilly hands. Anna busied herself with putting away Elsa's day dress, and when she turned around, she found the two watching each other silently.

Maybe Elsa wasn't as intoxicated as she let on.

Hans swallowed and was the first to look away, looking anywhere but the sisters. Elsa gulped down her water and sighed softly. "Yer hand's warm.." She mumbled, running her finger around the rim of the cup before sloppily putting it back down on the nightstand. "So is Anna's..." She frowned, curling up like a kitten, wrapping herself in many blankets. Anna's brows furrowed even more, and she walked over to where a blushing Hans was standing. "Well, yeah.... We don't have your powers." Anna explained, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

I should go... I'm sure they don't want to be bothered with my presents.

Hans chewed on the inside of his cheek, ready to leave, when;

"It mus' be nice... I wish I had something warm to hold on to..." Elsa hugged one of her pillows to her chest. "Anna got ice boy... And even he is warm... "

Anna frowned, squeezing her sisters hand. "Elsa. You always have me, you know that."

"But yer gonna get married... And have children..." Elsa argued, eyeing her sister from her curled up position. "That doesn't mean I'll ever forget about you!" Anna squeezed her sisters hand again, being persistent. "And who knows... Maybe you'll get married, too, someday. To Rolf, maybe."

Anna doesn't know either?!

Hans furrowed his brows and watched the sisters.

Elsa simply shook her head. "No one wants to hold someone cold..." She murmured, slipping off into sleep. Anna looked absolutely distraught by her sisters words, eyes wide. Elsa was already asleep when Hans spoke up, standing at the opened door.

"I would." He whispered and left.