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HELSAWEEN - WEEK TWO
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Reflection of a potential future, a future where he got more than the desired crown and power, where he got the love that maybe he wanted more (just in my head, unfortunately)
It's just so irritating that he could have had a happy life and all Helsa fan dream come true, but no, he had to be the bad guy. (i love you Hans, but you're such an impatient idiot)
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#frozen#hans westergaard#helsa#frozen fanart#prince hans of the southern isles#illustration#prince hans#iceburns#helsaween2023#helsaween 2023#elsa of arendelle#elsa#queen elsa#helsaween#week two
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Helsaween 2023
Icon was a collaboration by @kiangoru / @paradise-of-guilty-pleasures, @magentacravat, @ariddletobesolved and @artemis0122 who participated in our Helsaween 2021 event
Last 2022, the Helsa server on Discord (https://discord.gg/s9n6Tmyy) wasn’t able to arrange our usual month-long prompt event, so we’re happy to announce our return to host another event this October 2023. We hope you guys are bursting with spooky spirit!
Our (not-a-cult) group are opening our arms to welcome fellow Helsa lovers to participate in a month-long Helsaween event! Don't be afraid to let creativity and inspiration creep in! Create fanfiction, fanart, comics, edits, mood boards, videos, headcanons, poems, essays, cosplay, anything you fancy!
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EVENTS
Week 1 (1-7 October) — The Woods
Get lost in the woods and be enchanted into an adventure! Where the lush forest leaves and towering trees create a shroud of mystery, embrace the magic of the elements and let the great outdoors be your muse. You never know what unknown beauty and secrets Mother Nature has to offer you!
Week 2 (8-14 October) — Mirror
Come closer! Look into the mirror and let each crack tell you a different story, where reflections morph, twist, and form. Distort reality, create illusions, and explore new realities!
Week 3 (15-21 October) — Cursed
Whether it is the unexplained, superstition or psychology, it is an age-old belief that words with intentions, people and objects can hold supernatural power and shoulder a dark fate. Curse or be cursed? Bear it or break it? Is it bad luck or a belief in karma and justice? It is up to you to decide.
Week 4 (22-28 October) — Monster
"Don't be the Monster they fear you are!” Or should you? Or should you 👀
Free days (29-31 October) — Free space/Repost
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The examples above are merely ideas. Feel free to use your own interpretations of the prompts.
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When posting your work, please:
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Tag #Helsaween 2023 and/or #Helsaween2023 and/or #Helsaween.
Tag the Week(s) your work is inspired by (i.e. #Week One / #Week 1 / #WeekOne / #Week1), along with other appropriate tagging (fandom, characters, ship, spoilers, NSFW and content warnings).
If you have any questions, don’t hesitate to ask :) Have fun and Happy Halloween!
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Elsa seeing Hans’ scars for the first time
This drawing is a scene from my helsa fanfic I’m currently writing.
His Father used to whip, cut and burn his back a lot, since he was 10. You can also see self harm scars on his wrist :(❤️💔
Also, me and my friend think that his insane father used to put Hans’ hands into the fire, which is why he doesn’t want to take his gloves off :(((
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I’m working hard on this fanfic and it might traumatise yall but who cares😆(im putting my own trauma into this book, so no im not ok)
#helsa#helsa fanfic#hans westergaard#frozen#prince hans#hans of the southern isles#elsa#hans frozen#disney#frozen hans#hans#iceburns#helsa ship#hans x elsa#elsa x hans#helsa week#helsaween#Helsaween 2023#who did this to you#frozen fanfic#frozen fanart#helsa fanart#prince hans of the southern isles#frozen 3#redeem hans#helsa hints#frozen helsa#disney frozen#elsa oldenburg#hans wes
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“Quit with the drinking, will you?” Elsa sighed, leaning back against the vending machine with her arms across her chest. “Since when did you drink during the day, anyway?”
Hans chuckled, finishing his beer in a big gulp. “Since when did you care?”
“I don’t,” the blonde scoffed. “But you’re the only person I know who is in a similar circumstance as I am, and we need to figure out how it works.”
“We?” Hans raised an eyebrow, his emerald eyes bearing a hint of mischief. “I’ve already figured out my technique, if anything it’s you who needs my help.”
Scowling, the blonde woman rolled her eyes, throwing her head back in annoyance. Oh how she hated asking for help, from her ex of all people. But their days were numbered. If they wanted to survive, they would need to declare their participation in the game soon and go get those points.
“Fine, just,” she paused, taking a deep breath, taking several steps so she was standing only a few feet in front of him. “Let’s just find a safe place to discuss this.”
Hans didn’t move. His emerald gaze softened, the corner of his mouth tugged upwards, before he pushed himself off the wall he’d been leaning on. He shrugged casually, strolling past her with a smug.
“I know a place,” he said. “Are you scared of the unknown, Elsa?”
“The unknown?”
“Well, I figured you haven’t met many cursed spirits. To reach this place, we will have to defeat many of them, so are you up for a challenge?”
Elsa scoffed. The past few hours she had seen many shapes and types of ‘creatures’, cursed spirits, as they called it. Apparently the only way to defeat them was with her powers. She might not be that great in combat, but he shouldn’t have underestimated her if he didn’t want to get his balls frozen later on.
“I can take it,” she said with a smirk, nudging him with her shoulder, before walking a step ahead of him. “So, what are you waiting for?”
Hans smiled, mostly to himself, before trailing after her. That’s my girl, he thought quietly.
an excerpt from 死に方を選ぶために (To Choose How To Die), written for the upcoming Helsaween 2023.
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I'm so excited to share this fic with all of you omg. If you're following me, then you probably know my current hyperfixation: Jujutsu Kaisen. I'll probably feature some information from the manga (this takes place during the Culing Game arc), but I will not be going too crazy with the spoilers. See you during the Helsaween, people!
Title is taken from one of the soundtracks of Jujutsu Kaisen Season 1.
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The Woods Pt.1
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Scared and out of breath is what Elsa was right now as she walked around slowly in the woods. She ran away from home due to finding out her sister wasn't her sister at all, but an evil being taking the form of her.
Elsa knew her sister was dead and she didn't know what to do. She witnessed her brother in law getting murdered in front of her eyes that even her ice powers couldn't save him.
She tripped on a root and fell to the ground. A pair of boots stopped in front of her. She looked up and saw her enemy from 4 years ago.
Hans fucking Westergaard.
"Elsa?" His voice deeper, sending chills though her body. He bent down and helped her off the ground. "What are you doing here?" Her voice laced with venom. Hans tucked his hands into his pockets due to the weather dropping drastically.
"I ran away from home, I couldn't bare the crap that was taking place there." Elsa calmed down, making the weather go back to the warm summer air. "I know Anna is not Anna." He said a little while later. Elsa looked at him, his green eyes glimmering in the moonlight.
Elsa wrapped her arms around herself and nodded. "But how did you know?" He smirked. "Anna is with me, safe and sound. I found her a week ago in a cave I was exploring. It looked like a troll was there." Elsa's eyes widened.
"Where is she?" Hans told Elsa to follow him and they walked. The silence in the air killed him. He hated things being quiet. "What are you doing out in the woods anyway?" Elsa looked at him.
"I saw my brother in law get murdered." She admitted. Hans hummed and they stopped outside a small hut. "You've been living here?" Hans nodded and opened the door for Elsa.
When Elsa got inside she spotted Anna sitting by the small fireplace. "Anna?" Anna turned and busrt into tears at the sight of her sister. The sisters hugged and cried a little. Hans watched from afar.
"Hans saved me, but Kristoff is dead because of that troll." Anna said angrily. Hans looked up from making some tea and smiled at the sisters.
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Hans sipped on his tea as he stood outside the hut, giving the sisters some time to catch up that he didn't hear the door open. "Thank you." He turned to his side to see Elsa standing there with her own cup of tea in her hand.
"For what?" She placed her hand on his bicep, feeling his muscles under his white shirt. She enjoyed that. "Saving my sister and helping me tonight." He shrugged.
"It's the least I could do for trying to kill you two last time." Elsa nodded, reminiscing the past. "I forgive you for it." He almost choked on his tea. "I don't deserve your forgiveness, my queen."
Elsa shook her head and sipped on her tea. "I'm no queen, Hans. You can stop with the formalities." Hans smirked and shook his head. "You are my queen though." That made Elsa blush, thank God it was night time and the only light was the moonlight.
"Still the smooth talker, aren't you?" That made Hans laugh. Laugh like it was so natural to do so. He loved that feeling and he enjoyed her company.
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Helsaween Week 1 - The Woods
Rating: T
Pairing(s): Hans/Elsa
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The chill crept down his spine like long fingers brushing against his bones.
He had told himself not to be afraid, that it was nothing but his mind playing tricks on him. That the towering trees were just trees instead of giant motionless figures with their eyes watching his every movement, that the shadows he could have sworn he could see from the corner of his eyes were nothing but his imagination, and that the chill that stabbed him were merely the cold of the night.
Stumbling through the dark of the woods, Hans had only his senses to lead him in his search of an exit, but the more he walked the deeper into the woods he seemed to be leading himself to.
Even when he had changed his course, changed his path—or at least that what he forced himself to believe, that he had not lost his way completely and made fool of his status as former Admiral that could navigate the seas—the woods had only grown darker and denser. Like there was no way out.
There was nothing in his possession, no source of light nor food, just the clothes that stuck onto his body. Hans had thought to stop and to camp, but the gut feeling in the depth of his stomach told him to keep moving, that if he ever stopped or even paused he would regret it.
But the deeper he was into the woods, the more that he felt like losing his mind.
After his eyes had played tricks on him regarding his surrounding, it was his ears that betrayed him next.
There were… whispers. Soft, gentle, barely a breeze that brushed against the shell of his ears, and he could not even made out the words. But it was there. He was sure of it.
The deeper he was into the woods, the clearer the whispers were.
It was… calling for his name.
He was sure that no one would know of his name. How could the woods know of his name, anyway? How could it whisper to him if it was not a living being capable of words in the first place?
Pushing himself forward—because he couldn’t stop, because if he stopped he will regret it—Hans stumbled over an overgrown root that sprouted from the ground, his worn boots kicking against the solid part of the tree—which one, he couldn’t tell, there was nothing but trees all around him—but he had managed not to fall forward on his face and kept moving.
The further he was, the more those whispers sounded real, more human.
Sounding like someone he had known, someone from his past.
“Hans…”
The whisper had suddenly come so close, like it was breathed right beside his ear, that Hans had jerked away, just as he felt the sensation of delicate fingers against the nape of his neck. Swiftly turning around, there was no one behind him.
He didn’t realize how cold his surrounding was until now, how his warm breaths came in puffs of white clouds in contrast with the low temperature. A shiver ran down his spine, settling down in his bones in a sharp stabbing manner. It was the kind of cold that he couldn’t ignore, that numbed his fingers and toes almost immediately and crawled up every fiber of his muscles and not allowing him to move as freely.
One blink. One blink was all it took for him to suddenly find the white ghastly figure across of him, with blue eyes as the stark contrast of all the white—staring right at him.
Another blink and that figure had suddenly stood right before him, face to face, with that same piercing eyes. And despite the eerie darkness and the coldness that stabbed him, he could not deny the fact that the figure before him—one with the long platinum blonde almost white hair down her back and the skin as light as the moonlight, was hauntingly beautiful.
“Hans.” The figure had spoken, lips moving with each word and syllable, and yet unlike him there was no puff of white cloud that came from her. Almost as if she was not breathing. Or that she breathed the same cold air as the wood itself. Long fingers came up to him, on the sides of his face, and he had winced at the cold touch. “It has been so long, has it not?”
“Elsa.” Despite the fear that gripped him, the frostbite that he was experiencing, the growing gnawing frost that climbed his skin underneath her touch, he had spoken of her name. That one name he had not spoken of for years and yet never once forgotten.
The figure smiled, even when her overall expression and eyes remained cold and straight, he had somehow felt the satisfaction behind that smile. She was satisfied that he remembered her.
“How unfortunate it is for you to stumble upon my domain.” She hummed, still remaining without expression nor feeling it seemed, somber and cold. Soulless.
But something about her tugged something within him, making him had to fight himself, to resist the temptation to reach forward and touch her. Desire and common-sense battling within his mind.
“You’ve changed.” He had instead said. He remembered her as being cold, yes, but not this cold. There was still warmth in her back then, flush of red across her cheeks and nose, caring eyes when she looked at her younger sister. There was nothing now. Just a shell of a woman. He was not even sure if she was still Queen of Arendelle.
There was a shift in her eyes, so subtle that he would have missed it should they were not standing so close to one another as he dully noted that he couldn’t feel his toes any longer. “I have, haven’t I?” even her voice changed. More airy, distant, like she was not even thinking about what she was saying anymore. But that shift, that subtle quick shift, almost made her sounded like herself, even in a fleeting moment, before she returned to what she was now. “No matter. You are here now.”
He was here now. Why did he feel a strange comfort in that? Why wasn’t he resisting?
Why did he need to resist?
“I am here now.” Had he been the one that said that? He couldn’t recall thinking of answering her like so. His mind was slipping.
“You would keep me company, would you?” He could feel his head moving in a nod, even when he didn’t tell his body to, and Elsa smiled once again. And once again his grip on reality loosened. “I wouldn’t be lonely anymore.”
Her hands brought his face closer to hers, and he didn’t resist. At the corners of his eyes he could barely see the start of frost growing from them, and while he would have been afraid before, he did not now.
“Stay with me, Hans. Forever.”
Her lips were cold against his, but only for a moment, and then them warmed. Or perhaps his became cold, he couldn’t tell which one from which anymore. Elsa parted her lips as well as his, and she breathed something into him. It made his hands—which had been so cold and freezing that he couldn’t move them—held her by the waist, like he was hypnotized. And yet he still didn’t resist. He couldn’t and wouldn’t resist.
He would stay with her.
Forever.
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Title: it became a nemesis
Fandom: Frozen
Genre: Supernatural, Angst, and Hurt & No Comfort
Event: Helsaween 2023 (Discord / Tumblr)
AU: Week 1 — The Woods
Chapters: 1/4
Word count: 3K
Summary: Then, upon unwrapping the silks and fabrics, and peering inside, Elsa is instantly greeted by a beautiful hand mirror; decorated with stainless silver framing, and intricate rose carvings and wrapping vines detailing crawling up the handle.
“How handsome,”
— HansElsa, Hand mirror AU
Chapter 1/4 link: (ao3)
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Es zieht ein kalter Wind aus Norden, AO3
Dedicated to @a13thprincefora13thprincess ❄
The thing Hans Westergaard was most afraid of. It wasn't a ghost or a vampire.
It was a woman, a beautiful woman with white hair and cold eyes.
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Requiem - Dark!Helsa
"𝐆𝐨 𝐨𝐧, 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐭. 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐦𝐞."
"𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐫, 𝐲𝐞𝐬. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲."
A few months after her coronation, she found herself slowly adapting to life as a monarch. Her reputation as the Ice Queen forever cemented her as an unusual ruler of Arendelle and that fact unsettles her every other waking day. They say to let time do its work and people will soon forget the winter catastrophe she unleashed, but would anyone truly move on from that?
Perhaps some, but not all, will. This includes a certain prince from the Southern Isles, who relieved his aspiration to assassinate the queen every day while serving his sentence. Disgraced and stripped of his title, he plotted his escape for months until one day he finally did. Nothing fueled his determination more than his goal to sail back to Arendelle, to finish what he meant to in the beginning.
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Hiii so this is my first contribution for this year's Helsaween!
This story is directly inspired by @puryartist's wonderful artwork here
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At the time this work was being developed, I was obsessed with listening to Giazotto: Adagio for Strings and Organ in G Minor which screams a tragic poetic kinda vibe for this storyline I imagined.
Anyway, my hands slipped and I oop!
Pardon my writing for this one because this is the most dark writing I've attempted for a fanfiction. I knoooow there is no romance at all in this but I promise there's another romance wip in my drive so stay tuned for that one!
If you like this story, please give this a like, reblog, and kudos on AO3 <3
#helsaween#sareinadale#requiem#helsa#iceburns#helsa fanfiction#dark!helsa#prince hans#queen elsa#elsa#hans#frozen#hans of the southern isles#elsa of arendelle#Youtube
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HAPPY HALLOWEEN! ! 👻
couldn't go through the month of spook and helsaween without contributing so heres frozen x tim burton dump
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#frozen#elsa#anna#queen anna#kristoff#hans#hans westergaard#prince hans#disney#helsaween 2023#frohana
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"The past has a way of returning" 🍁❄️
HELSAWEEN - WEEK 1 (FOREST)
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The AU of Elsa and Hans encounter, in Frozen 2, inspired by the last teaser trailer scene, that implied Hans was supposed to be in the movie 😭❤️💔
#Frozen 2#Helsa#Elsa x Hans#Iceburns#Frozen 2 AU#Queen Elsa#Hans Westergaard#Helsaween 2023#Frozen fanart
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HELSAWEEN - WEEK FOUR
- Monster -
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Soooo, this drawing turned out to be a disaster, but it's done and at least Hans is epic and hansome (just look at this "evil" Hans)
I realized again, that I can't draw Elsa (or any woman lol) I think it's just not my thing and isn't help the fact that I'm not really a fan of the Disney's 'same face princesses'.
This challenge was so fun, I really loved the prompts.
#frozen#hans westergaard#helsa#frozen fanart#illustration#prince hans of the southern isles#prince hans#elsa of arendelle#helsaween 2023#iceburns#drawing#digital art#digital drawing#digital fanart#art#digital aritst#elsa#hans x elsa#queen elsa
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Happy Helsaween!
Hello Helsa Shippers!
This year may be a little bit different since we didn't arrange the usual month-long prompt event, but we still have the spooky spirit! For the occasion, we'd like to invite you to celebrate Helsaween with us during the remainder of Spooktober and beyond through any form of fan creations with whatever themes strike your fancy, be it trick or treat.
Tag @helsaweekmasterlist / @helsaweenfun on tumblr to share your Helsa Halloween content.
#helsaween#helsa#hans#elsa#frozen#disney#hans x elsa#iceburns#prince hans#queen elsa#helsaween2022#frozen 2#event#halloween#spooktober#prince hans of the southern isles#frozen elsa#frozen hans#disney couple#otp
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another sketch of Hans from my fanfic I’m currently writing
(my man was fighting for his life with someone but he’s fine)
for now.
#hans westergaard#prince hans#hans of the southern isles#hans frozen#frozen hans#hans#prince hans of the southern isles#redeem hans#frozen fanart#frozen#disney#frozen drawing#helsaween#helsaween 2023#disney drawing#frozen fanfic
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wrapped up.
In a world where her own people turned against her because of her powers, Queen Elsa found a redemption by taking her enemy to rule beside her as her king.
Dark!Helsa AU: What if Elsa and Hans eventually end up ruling Arendelle and share a vision of building an Empire together?
Written for Helsaween 2022 @helsaweenfun @helsaweekmasterlist
Note: I like the idea of Helsa being a power couple, so yeah, here, have this ficlet. I would love to expand this AU, but that has to wait. Maybe I’ll save it for another time. Anyway, enjoy! Feedback is always appreciated. Also, I can't help but think of Helsa when I listen to this inspo behind this fic.
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“Little did they know that the queen they despised so much was actually the only one King Hans listened to.”
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“You have one week, General. Keep that in mind.” The command echoed in the throne room with such authority that could make anyone flinch, but for the highest ranked General of Arendelle, it could only mean that the king meant business. “You’re dismissed.”
“Your Majesty.”
General Björn bowed deeply, before scurrying towards the big double doors. When he was about to grab the handle, the doors swung open to reveal Queen Elsa. The red and black colours of her dress matched with the king’s attire, and the General was quickly reminded of the task he had at hand. In the king’s presence, he tried to give his best respect to the powerful woman before him and bowed deeply.
“My Queen.”
Elsa nodded shortly, before strutting past him. The corner of her lips twitched, knowing perfectly that it was just a facade that he showed to her, that he was just like those men who didn’t trust her enough to rule the country simply because she’s a woman—this, the queen knew very well. Once the doors were closed behind her, Elsa couldn’t contain her smirk any longer. Looking up, she caught her husband’s gaze, who seemed to share her amusement.
“He didn’t seem happy.” The queen pointed out, tilting her head slightly.
“He has one week to figure out who started the new gossip this time.”
“Hmm, which one?” Elsa asked as she slowly made her way towards the throne. “The one saying that I’m too cold to touch or the one saying that I’m barren?”
She moved so swiftly, her footsteps light as a feather, but her confidence was radiant that the king couldn’t help but shift on his throne. Her cerulean eyes held his emerald ones with something like a challenge, as if she wanted to test the waters, to test his devotion.
“The one saying that you’re too cold to touch which, of course, is untrue.”
“Ah,” she noted, her gaze softened for a brief second.
Elsa climbed up the dais and towered before him. Her lips curved into a smile, as she reached to cup his cheek, fingertips gently mapping the freckles dusting his face. Her heart swelled inside her ribcage at the way his eyes fluttered close when she lightly traced over his well groomed sideburn, down to his jaw, lingering under his chin before she firmly lifted his head so their eyes could meet once again.
“I admire your devotion to stand up for your queen, Hans,” she muttered, ending her sentence with a small smile. “Such loyalty is very valuable to ensure the future of our soon to be one of the greatest empires in history.”
Hans’ breathing hitched when Elsa pressed her thumb against his bottom lip, her long nail slightly digging into his flesh. The whole time his eyes never left hers, as if he was enchanted, but Elsa knew she didn’t have to do much, for she had already captured the exiled prince-turned king’s attention the first time they met a few years ago. In fact, she was the reason why he came to Arendelle in the first place, and her heart swelled with pride at that thought.
“I live to serve, My Queen,” he muttered, before kissing on the heel of her palm, sending shivers down her spine.
As if he noticed the way her mouth agape, he trailed open mouthed kisses down to her beating pulse, his hand grabbing her arm to steady her. He took his time, his movement slow and sensual, and Elsa began to feel lightheaded. The feeling of his lips against her sensitive skin was enough to draw a long sigh from the queen, who moved to sit on his lap with her fingers buried into his auburn hair. She tugged on the locks to pry him off her wrist only to capture his lips with her own.
Elsa kissed him deeply, allowing him an entrance to explore her cavity, while she got lost in the passion. She smiled against his mouth, her hand trailing down from his neck to his collarbone, before stopping on his chest, just above his beating heart. She pushed gently, frost began to spread and coat his uniform with ice, making him shiver and let out a moan when the ice reached the bare skin of his neck. Gently, Elsa yanked his head to press her lips over his frost covered skin, and the ice quickly evaporated.
The king whimpered, as if he tried to bite back a moan and not admit defeat. His grip around her waist and lower back tightened, and when he squeezed, the queen began to pant and rested her forehead against the crook of his neck. He could feel her catch her breath, and in a swift movement Hans held her close delicately, pulling her further into his warm body.
“You know it’s hard for me to keep my hands off you, Elsa,” Hans muttered and sighed.
Elsa looked down on him, meeting his gaze once again. Although she had her husband’s arm to support her back, she pressed her tiptoes on the wooden dais, as an attempt to tell him that she was still standing her ground. It wasn’t hard to make him bend to her will. After all, she was preferable, and who can resist the preferable one?
“I know, and I love you for that.”
Grabbing his collar, she pulled him into another kiss.
“I love you,” Hans murmured against her lips, resting his hand on her thigh.
He was always so gentle with her, contrasting to the way he commanded the guards every time he caught words about an upcoming rebellion or the way he expressed his disagreement with the councilmen when they suggested removing Elsa from the room now that they had a king. He would treat his queen so delicately like she was the first snowflake to fall on winter solstice to show his devotion and affection. He let her take his hand and pull his strings like a puppeteer, not because he feared her powers, but because he wanted her to. Hans had already got everything he’d ever wanted, anyway.
The feeling of her ice trailing down his back underneath his royal attire made Hans gasp,
“My Queen.”
Knowing that she had this man wrapped up around her finger, Elsa smiled. Oh, to witness the King of Arendelle, to whom the kingdom preferred to look up and listen, eventually succumb to her dominance. If only those people who underestimated her could see him in such a state: dishevelled and so eager to serve his queen. As the rest of them should have.
Little did they know that the queen they despised so much was actually the only one King Hans listened to.
#helsa fanfiction#helsaween 2022#helsa#elsa x hans#iceburns#prince hans#queen elsa#frozen#mary's writing#ariddletobesolved
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Cursed Pt.1
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He sighed as he watched her making presents out of her ice magic for the town's children. He wished he didn't have cursed powers. Powers that could destroy countries.
He walked away from the festivities since he didn't want people to talk about him and his good for nothing powers. He sat on the sidewalk for a while, watching everyone run around and have fun.
"Why are you not coming to join us?" He looked up and saw Elsa standing there with a small smile on her lips. Hans sighed. "I don't think people would like me to since I have these...powers." He said.
Elsa sat next to him and placed her head on his shoulder. "Yes, they are cursed, but mine are the same. Don't you have any faith in me to change your mind on it?" He placed his head on top of hers and sighed.
"Even if you change my mind I'll always remember it as being cursed." Elsa took his hands in hers and rubbed circles on his palms. "I still want you to make the best of your powers though. You and I can be a power couple." She said with a small giggle.
Hans chuckled along with her and nodded. "Fine, only since you decided to help me to see the good in these powers of mine." He could wield fire from his palms, yet he still felt like it wasn't good enough to be of use for anything.
"I'll be with you every step of the way." She said, making Hans smile with delight. If she was with him he felt like he could conquer the world, one way of another.
"Thank you, Elsa."
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