Heated Ice (Helsa)

Chapter Seventy-Three:

Elsa arrived up into her bedroom to find Hans laying sound asleep in bed, the balcony doors closed and his oil pastel drawing completed on Elsa's small desk at the far end of her bedroom. She quietly slipped her heels off and tip toed over to his drawing, being careful not to wake him. She smiled in awe at his beautiful art work, it was complete and all of it was blended smoothly and nicely done. She lifted it up to really take a look at it when a letter hiding underneath of his drawing slipped out and fell quietly to the floor.

"Oops." Elsa whispered and picked up the paper, looking over it and noticed that it wasn't a letter, it was another drawing. Except this one was a sketch of Elsa smiling up at the artist with such an intense stare but a beautiful smile to compliment it. "Wow." Elsa stared in awe at the beautiful drawing, it was so clean and perfect, every little detail matching the real person. From her eye lashes, the way her eyes closed a little from her smile, and even her small freckles across her nose and cheeks.

"Elsa?" Hans mumbled and stirred around in bed, looking over to her. "No! That was a surprise for you." He said and stared wide eyed from Elsa to the drawing.

"Hans, it's beautiful. I didn't ever think you'd be artistic." Elsa smiled at him. She sat down the drawing and went over to the bed and sat down beside him. "It's really good, you got the detail and everything!"

"I really tried." He said and gave her a small smile.

"When did you have to time to just stare at me when I was smiling?"

"All the time," He said. "I guess I committed it to memory."

"It's beautiful." She smiled and leaned down, kissing him on the cheek then pulled back from him. "I'll go get changed then we can go to sleep."

"Okay." He nodded, still half asleep, and closed his eyes. He turned over onto his side, facing where Elsa would lay in a few minutes. Elsa quickly changed into a light nightgown and headed over to the bedroom window to let in the cool summer air to have it not so stuffy or hot in the room. "Why'd you open the window?"

"It's too hot." She complained a little and walked over to the vanity, beginning to wipe off her pink eye shadow then her light mascara.

"That's how you know it's hot, if you're uncomfortable from the heat... Do we have anything to do tomorrow?" He asked and flopped over onto his back for Elsa to rest her head onto his chest.

"We shouldn't." She mumbled and smiled at him then turned back to remove the rest of her makeup.

"Where'd you go earlier?"

"I was going to grab a book but Laila-"

"Ughhhh." He mumbled, flipping the blanket over his face. "What'd she do now?"

"She says that I can't handle you." She said and climbed into bed, not bothering to cover herself with the blanket, and laid on her side with one of her elbows supporting her up. "Sexually, I mean."

"You handled it just fine the other night," Hans muttered after a little bit of silence between them. "I think you'll be okay."

"Me too. I actually liked it so I think I can handle it."

"You did? You actually liked it?" He asked, springing himself over to look at her. He was completely shocked that she was okay with it all.

"Yes." She mumbled, embarrassed that he was so surprised. "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course."

"How many women... Have you been with?" She asked awkwardly, but it was relieving for her to get out of her system. "Sexually." She added and closed her eyes, waiting for the large, stomach churning number.

"Four, including you." He said, sitting up in bed to look down at her expression. Her eyes were shut but she peeked up at him then closed her eyes again. "What?" He asked, tapping both of her cheeks lightly.

"That's all?" She asked, opening her eyes to see him above her and pushed his fingers away from poking her cheeks.

"Yes, I'm not some crazy sex addict." He snapped lightly at her.

"I'm sorry, I just thought-"

"No, I'm actually a little offended by that. I may be a prince and most girls find me attractive, I guess, but that doesn't mean I'll go around using them."

"That's not what I was saying at all. I just... Hm, how do I word this?" She mumbled and Hans just stared at her expectantly. "You're very good at what you do, you know what you like and you know what I would like-"

"Every woman is different in their likes, Elsa. I pay attention to you is all." He said and towered over her. He slipped a hand under her back and ran it down the curve of her spine. "The way you arch your back, you bite your lip sometimes too." He said and tugged lightly on her bottom lip before he began kissing lightly down her shoulder to her hand. "You grip the sheets with your hands." He said and watched as Elsa's breathing picked up when he began to kissing down her stomach to her pubic bone, making her gasp a little but she held eye contact. "See, that right there, your little gasp." He smiled and kissed down her leg to her feet, holding her feet lightly in the air. "The way your toes curl up right as you're about to-" He mumbled but was interrupted by her small giggling when he began running a finger across the bottom of her foot. "You're ticklish on your feet?" He asked and she immediately became serious, and quickly pulled away her feet. She sat up crossed legged and tucked her feet lightly underneath of her legs. "Yes, you are." He grinned and pounced over to her, grabbing at her sides and began the vicious tickling, loving to hear her giggle and squirm around.

"H-Hans! Stop!" She giggled but pushed him away immediately and sat up, gripping her stomach tightly. "Stop, please." She mumbled through gritted teeth.

"I'm so sorry, how did I hurt you?" He asked, immediately covering his hands over hers, trying to get rid of her pain.

"No, it wasn't you. I've been in pain all day." She said and smiled up at him sheepishly. "I'll be okay though."

"You say you will be but I don't believe it for a second. You need to see a doctor for this, please."

"No, really, I'll be okay. I hate going to the doctors, ever since I was younger."

"Elsa, you're going to the doctor. I need to make sure that you're okay."

"I'm not going, that's all I'm saying about this." She said and stood from the bed, putting out the fire, the only source of light, and laid back into bed. She quickly pulled the blankets over her body and turned away from Hans, facing the doorway. "Goodnight." She said and felt him collapse onto his back at the other side of the bed.

"You're so stubborn!" He said and flopped over, laying an arm over Elsa's stomach and rested his head against her shoulder. "But I love you."

"I love you too. Goodnight." She mumbled and snuggled back against him.