Heated Ice (Helsa)

Chapter Eighty:

For the remaining two days of their honeymoon they mostly remained inside of the house, Elsa spent a lot of her time sitting in her secret library and Hans spent a lot of time painting Elsa or going outside to paint the forest.

"I don't want to leave." Elsa said, standing in the doorway of the house.

"We can come back another day." Hans smiled, kissing her lightly on the lips, resting a hand on her cheek. "I love you." He whispered, resting his forehead against hers, smiling down at her. "Besides, I'm sure Anna misses you. Oh, please don't tell anyone about the secret house."

"I won't." Elsa nodded, closing her eyes.

"How's married life for you, Mrs Westerguard?" Hans asked, making Elsa smile.

"Oh, it's terrible. My husband is handsome, absolutely perfect and cleans up his own messes." Elsa smiled up at him, making him do a fake gasp with his hand dramatically on his chest.

"Hans, the carriage is ready to leave." A short young man announced, and out came a sigh from Elsa. She really didn't want to leave her paradise.

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Elsa and Hans arrived at the castle a little later in the day, they walked in and headed into the ballroom. They were greeted by Anna, Kristoff, the council members, including Silas, a majority of Hans' brothers and his parents. Alan stood quietly in the back, keeping to himself but congratulating his brother on his marriage.

"Congrats!" Anna shouted and popped the champagne bottle, practically spraying it all over the place.

"Anna." Elsa smiled and hugged her tightly, even though they were both soaked from the champagne.

"How was it?" Anna asked, filling up a glass of champagne, handing it to Hans.

"It was great. A real break from the castle." Elsa smiled and turned down a glass of champagne. She hadn't been feeling good all morning.

"I'm going to go socialize." Elsa smiled and headed straight to Alan.

"Hi, little sis." He smiled and hugged her briefly, receiving a dirty look from Hans. "Hans still doesn't like me."

"We did almost kiss." Elsa shrugged and smiled over to Hans.

"But that was forever ago and I'm trying to change." He sighed, leaning back against the wall. "How was the honeymoon?"

"Yeah, actually. I really enjoyed it." She smiled over at him and saw Henry, Hans' father, coming over with a giant smile and a large glass of purple wine.

"Elsa, my darling daughter! Drink up, sweetheart." He said and handed Elsa the glass of wine, she took a small sip to be respectful. "Oh, sweetheart, drink more." He smiled, wrapping an arm around her shoulder.

"No, that's alright." She said and handed him back the glass.

"At least one more sip." He said and she sighed, taking a longer sip to make him stop bothering her. "The trip went well, I'm hoping. Maybe another grandkid running around soon?"

"Ha," Elsa laughed quietly. "Maybe." She said and walked away from the conversation, and over to Hans. Suddenly she felt absolutely sick. "Hans," She muttered and he turned around to see her with her hands on her stomach, looking more pale than normal. "I'm going to go lay down for a little bit. I don't feel well." She said, he nodded and kissed her forehead.

Elsa began moving down the hallways and up to her bedroom when suddenly her ears started ringing, everything became blurry then it stopped. It all went black and all the ringing stopped, as if she fell into a dark abyss where no sound, light or people could touch her.