Heated Ice (Helsa)

Chapter Fifty-Eight: A Lakeside Picnic

Elsa washed herself up quickly, dressing in a light yellow dress that reached a little past her knees. She quickly applied pink eyeshadow to herself and applied a light shade of pink for lipstick.

"Are you almost ready?" Hans asked from her bed. He was sitting there the whole time reading a small magazine.

"Yes." She nodded and slipped on black heels that made her an inch or two taller. "I just have to do my hair." She said and grabbed a small black hair tie to fix her hair into a braid.

Once she was done with her hair she tossed it up and over her shoulder and she turned back to look at Hans laying on her bed, seeming to drift off into a light sleep.

"I'm ready." She said and stood near the end of the bed. "Where are we eating lunch?" She asked when he sprung up in bed.

"I was thinking maybe just here?" He said and closed the magazine, setting it down onto her night stand. "I missed you sleeping with me last night." He said and stood up from the bed.

"Did you get rid of those sheets?" She asked and adjusted her dress.

"Yes," He nodded. "The maids haven't seen it yet." He muttered and leaned down to her.

"Sleep in my room tonight." He whispered and kissed her cheek. "I missed you too much for my own good."

"I will." She smiled and kissed him lightly on the lips. They left her room together and walked through the hallways together and down to the dining room to eat lunch together without seeing anyone from his family or Laila. "Actually," He said before they reached the doors of the dining room. "I have an idea. I want to take you out on a picnic."

"A picnic?" Elsa asked and smiled at him.

"We could go for a swim too? At the lake." He suggested and held her hands firmly.

"I'd have to grab a swim suit?"

"Nonsense, you can swim in your undergarments." He winked and grinned widely at her.

"Hans," She giggled and smacked his arm lightly. "Would you like to pack our picnic basket then?"

"Sure." He nodded and they entered into the kitchen. Elsa grabbed a wicker basket and began to make them a few different sandwiches and Hans grabbed a bottle of wine and two glasses for them. After everything was packed up she froze the plastic bags that held the sandwiches to keep them fresh. They tossed a large, red and black checkered print blanket into the basket and two towels to dry themselves off after their swim. Then they were on their way out of the castle doors. "Would you want to take horses up to the lake?"

"That'll work better than walking." She stated and they walked out to the stables. "Too bad Sitron isn't here." Elsa mumbled and saw Bastille standing and ruffling around in his part of the stables. Bastille stood tall and his dark brown chocolate fur was tamed and brushed nicely. "You can ride Bastille and I can take a different horse?"

"That's okay. I'm good with horses." He said and looked around and found a horse the same size as Bastille but he was a pure white color with a black mane of hair. "I'll ride this one. What's his name?" He asked and brushed his hair back while he neighed lightly at Hans.

"That's a girl and her name is Molly." Elsa said and threw a saddle onto the back of Bastille and attached the basket to a harness. "That should hold up good." She said and admired her fancy work. "Good boy." Elsa smiled and began to pet Bastille's soft coat. She looked to see Hans had already put a saddle on Molly and was getting up onto her then grabbed the reins. "That was fast."

"I know a lot about horses and I'm really good with them." He said and smiled at her from above on Molly.

"Alright, I'm ready to go." Elsa said once she was up onto Bastille. She grabbed a hold of the reins and clicked her heels against her horse and they were off and out of the stables.