Control

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She truly has no one else but him.

When she had calmed down he had offered if she would wish to see her sister one last time, and though it would be difficult for her, she had nodded and let him took her to the library. Anna remained there, on the lounge, in the form of solid ice, and Elsa had broken down as she held her younger sister in her arms, fresh icy tears falling freely from her eyes as she mourned for the last remaining family member that she had.

The Princess was beyond saving, not even the crying Queen that had caused for her demise could fix it, and soon he had took the platinum blonde haired Queen out of the library and gathered her into his embrace, comforting her right outside the door as she sobbed, the lapels of his jacket frosted over under her grip.

She had questioned on why he would leave her sister all alone, her whole life Anna has been alone and the older sister had wished that she wouldn't be during her last take of breath, in which he had claimed that he must chase after her before anyone else would, or else she might not have been spared. "I should not have escaped." She lamented, eyes already red and puffy as they both has sat back down in the guest room, the heel of her hand was pressed against one eye as she rubbed it. "I could have-" whatever it was that she had wished to say had been cut short with a hiccup as she looked at him, pleadingly.

It was when he realized that she was depending on him, she let herself to be, she wanted him to take action, to speak words of comfort that would make her feel better; however he would do it.

She may have been far more difficult to approach than her sister, but she was just as trusting, he had almost laughed at how foolish he was to waste his time with Anna when he could have focus solely on Elsa. She would have showed him her power willingly eventually, should he had paid no mind to the Princess, and dare he say that if so, Anna would have at least been alive.

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She was falling for him; he could see it in her eyes.

With him being the only one who fully trusted her, who did not fear her, it was truly only a matter of time before she began to love him.

There was guilt during their first kiss, for he was her sister's fiancé before her passing, yet after he convinced her that Anna would have wanted her to be happy, she had wrapped her arm around his neck to pull him into another one.

Most of the time, there was nothing but the blooming warmth of her cheeks and the softness of her lips, of how her tongue moved against his, yet there was also the time where he tasted the saltiness of her silent tears, and his thumb would move to wipe over her dusting freckles as she clung to him.

Love was truly the key.

Though it was not as easy as creating the blizzard, she had learnt how to thaw it, little by little until the dignitaries could at least be sent home, lifting a considerate amount of weight off her shoulders. He knew she worked so hard, knew that she was determined to end what she had caused, for Anna.

Her sister was not a subject that she liked to discuss, however, too painful to talk about, and he too played along with the pain.

He used Anna to propose to her.

Yes, of course he had told her that he loved her, that he wished for nothing but to spend his life with her and be by her side even more than he already did, to support her, he had also told her that he wanted to move on. He did not wish to forget about Anna or what they had shared, but he could not stay in the past forever, neither of them could.

With the ring around her finger, he knew he had her now.

And she did not disappoint as a wife. Sure she was a stranger to the prospect of being intimate with a man, but she learned, quite quickly he may have added. She was a woman, not a girl like Anna had been, and despite the common knowledge that her skin was cold, she was truly warm in bed.

He had achieved more than any of his brothers could have even begin to imagine.

A kingdom of his own, a Queen with beauty unmatched by any other, one who wielded magic no less. He had proven himself and had broken the title of the 'Unlucky thirteen' by his own hands.

All only by controlling her.