Disney Frozen: Elsa x Male!Reader

FROZEN FEVER - PART I

As Queen Elsa diligently transcribed her decrees and reports in the quiet solitude of her study, a soft murmur escaped her lips,

"Section 7, paragraph 15... taxation policies under review... Article 12 of the Trade Accord... bilateral negotiations with foreign dignitaries... " 

Elsa's low murmurs seamlessly integrated legal jargon and administrative details, a testament to the precision with which she managed the affairs of Arendelle. 

In the midst of her focused royal administrative tasks, the bells in Arendelle's clock tower began to chime. 

It was noon. 

Elsa's shoulders slumped under the weight of her responsibilities as she gently laid her dip pen on the desk. The midday sun cast a warm glow across the room, but fatigue had already etched lines on her face. She ambled toward the window, exhaling a wearied sigh that lingered in the air.

Her little sister's birthday was just weeks away, at summer solstice, and Elsa wanted to plan something wonderful, something perfect, to make up for all the years Anna never had a real celebration.

But what?

Just as she was thinking about what she would do for Anna's birthday, the door to her study creaked open, and (Y/N), her trusted advisor and lover, enters with a tray delicately balanced in his hands. The aroma of freshly brewed tea wafted through the room, accompanied by the tempting scent of sweet pastries.

"(Y/N)?" Elsa looked up from her desk, her eyes flickering with a mix of surprise and gratitude. The weight of her responsibilities momentarily lifted as she welcomed the comforting presence of her lover.

"I thought you could use a break," (Y/N) said with a warm smile, setting the tray down on a nearby table. Delicate china cups clinked softly as he poured the fragrant tea. "And perhaps a treat to sweeten this challenging day."

"Why is it you always have the most impeccable timing and know exactly just what I need at the moment?" Elsa chuckled, appreciating the flawless execution as her former valet gracefully set the tray down, sat at the nearby armchair. 

(Y/N) casually shrugged, responding, "Just a hunch."

Elsa arched a brow, a gesture that had practically become her signature look—according to Anna, if she were present.

"You do know you're not supposed to be doing these kinds of things anymore, right?" Elsa remarked, a mix of amusement and concern lacing her words.

(Y/N) smirked, his eyes meeting Elsa's with a playful glint. "Well, some habits are hard to break, especially when it involves ensuring your well-being."

Elsa rolled her eyes, a fond smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "I have a whole staff for that now, you know. Officially, you are my advisor, not my valet."

Leaning against the back of couch he was sitting on, (Y/N) feigned innocence. "True, but it wouldn't be the same if I didn't personally make sure you have everything you need. Old habits die hard, they say."

Elsa chuckled, appreciating the familiarity of their banter. "I suppose I should be grateful for your stubbornness. It does make things more interesting."

"Your amusement is my highest priority, Your Majesty." (Y/N) bowed slightly, a mock-serious expression on his face. "Now, would you like some tea to go with that impeccable sense of timing?"

Both Elsa and (Y/N) laughed at their antics and the hilarity of it all, but Elsa nonetheless nodded, a glimmer of gratitude in her eyes. "Tea would be wonderful. Just don't let anyone catch you in the act. We wouldn't want rumors of the royal advisor doubling as a valet to spread, would we? And besides, I doubt the royal treasury is going to be keen on paying you another set of salary for that."