Frozen: A Desire for More

Chapter 6

 

“Kai, have you seen Anna?” Elsa inquired. 

“No, your majesty,” the butler bowed. 

Elsa let out an agitated sigh. She had already warned Anna to be careful, but even now she would run off into the castle during the party. Just like the way she did with Prince Hans. It was likely that none of the servants would be able to find her; ever since Anna was a child, she had explored every nook and cranny in the castle. Every secret passageway, dark corner and potted plant was etched into her mind. It was funny that as the queen, Elsa knew so little about her own home. 

“Shall I send someone to look for her?” Kai asked.

“No,” Elsa shook her head. “You are excused.”

With a nod, Kai took a step back, and turned, and walked away. 

Gnawing on her nails, Elsa watched the ballroom as the guests continued socialize. This was definitely a good chance for Arendelle to extend her foreign relations, with many of her advisors mingling on the dance floor, talking to the many guests who wielded power. She could handle whichever guest wanted to talk to her directly, but not Rainer.

Rainer made her heart pound, and her skin shiver. His features were austere, but his eyes simmered with a seductive playfulness. While she danced with him, deep down inside, Elsa found his lips so kissable, yet as a the queen, she could not act like any other maiden who had fallen for a man. 

She imagined him holding her closely to his hard body, her soft breasts pressed against his rock chest. She wanted to feel his lips clasped on hers, invading her with his slippery warm tongue. He would then lay her on the bed and make her his. 

“Your majesty?” 

With a gasp, Elsa snapped out of her daze and looked up. 

Kai cleared his throat and introduced the gentleman standing a few steps away from her. 

“Count Fidenza of the Southern Mediterranean. ” 

The Count took a deep bow. “Your majesty.” 

Elsa quickly took note of his heavy Italian accent. Count Fidenza was a trade representative from southern Italy. They mainly imported ice from Arendelle, and in exchange provided fruits which only grew in warmer climates. It was a lucrative business for both, but this was the first time the two had ever met. 

Elsa assessed the man from head to toe. He was roughly fifteen years older than her, wore a handsome black suit along with black pants and a white cravat.  

The Count approached her, but Elsa didn’t know what to say. To her relief, he immediately began speaking. 

“Your majesty,” he took a position standing next to her, observing the crowd. “I hear that the new Duke of Weselton wants to reestablish trade relation with Arendelle.” 

“What you heard is correct.”

“If I may be so bold and give you a piece of advice.”

“You may.” 

Count Fidenza nodded. “Weselton does not have an urgent need for ice in their kingdom,” he said. “But my advisors tell me that Prince Hans and his brothers desire this ice, and they are using the Duke of Weselton to gain access to it.” 

Confused, Elsa shook her head. “Why would the Kingdom of the Southern Isles desire ice from Arendelle?”

“Prince Hans and his brothers have given a large sum to the Duke of Weselton to buy ice from you in bulk. Other representatives of the Southern Iles and Weselton have traveled to the Kingdom of Finne and other northern kingdoms to secure the entire ice export for the next several years. They then plan on selling the ice for a low price.”