Letting Go (Frozen)

A/N: Letting Go was a P atreon Poll Winner originally written back in 2019. Posting it here and now for people to enjoy!

Themes: Rough Sex, Dom/Sub, Bondage

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"Y-You… you're Prince Hans, from the Southern Isles…"

The moment that he'd set foot in her palace, Elsa had known he was there. How could the blonde Queen not feel his presence? Now that she was no longer holding her powers as tightly to the chest as she'd done all her life, Elsa could feel everything through her ice. This palace that she'd created, made completely out of magical ice, was effectively a part of her.

So, when a man had suddenly shown up on her doorstep, ascending the stairs alone and walking through the front doors of Elsa's creation, the blonde had been surprised, but ultimately moved to meet him. Now, descending the stairs in her flowing, icy-blue dress, Elsa stares at Prince Hans of the Southern Isles in confusion, her lips pursed together quite cutely, even as she wonders at his presence… and oh-so-secretly rejoices at it.

Or perhaps not so secretly, because the smile that he turns on her is knowing, and Elsa finds herself freezing up at the sight of it, her breath hitching for a moment. Only when Hans reaches out a hand to her, offering it up to her does Elsa begin to move down the staircase again, towards that hand, unable to truly explain what she's

"That I am. And you are Queen Else of Arendelle, no matter what a certain Duke might say. Your Kingdom is suffering in your absence."

Elsa winces at that, and visibly deflates. If it had come from her sister, she likely would have grown angry and upset, and altogether unreasonable. But coming from a man… Elsa was reminded a little bit of her father, or at least her scant memories of the man. Tall, inexorable, unquestionable. That was what Prince Hans made her think of in that moment.

She can feel his confidence and stiff spine through the ice beneath his feet, and though she could easily swallow him up in said ice in a moment, or do any number of horrible things to him, just for speaking the truth… Elsa doesn't. Instead, she places her hand in his, letting his gloved fingers take hers gently, and letting him… lead her towards a balcony.

It's funny, to be led through her own palace… and yet, it also feels a little good, in a strange sort of way. Ah, but she mustn't lose sight of what's in front of her. It was rather obvious why Prince Hans was here, wasn't it?

"I suppose that Anna sent you to retrieve me then, didn't she? Or you promised her you would gallantly return with me, having secured my approval for a marriage between the two of you?"

Elsa finds that she's undeniably bitter in tone as she speaks… and yet, her powers are noticeably silent in the Prince's presence. She belatedly notices that he's rubbing soothing circles into the back of her hand with his thumb, and that it feels quite good for him to do so. Biting her lower lip, Elsa fidgets and squirms, looking out over the snowy vista from the balcony he's brought her to as she waits for him to confirm her suspicions. She's not sure how she'll react when he does. Probably not very well…

"No, actually."

And then he goes and says that, and Elsa whips her head around in wide-eyed confusion, staring at him flabbergasted.

"A-Ah… w-what? What do you mean, no?"

Hans gives her a soft, understanding smile, and once again Elsa is reminded of her father. Only, she's also feeling other things that have nothing to do with a father's love, and it's making her blush a little bit. When Hans' smile morphs into a knowing little grin, Elsa blushes even deeper and averts her gaze, but a smile of her own starts to form on her lips, cute in its simplicity.

"Anna and I had a little chat, your majesty. After your departure, Anna was confused… until I explained things to her. Now she understands why you said no to my request to marry her."

Elsa blinks dumbly at that, feeling a bit bewildered. But Hans' thumb is still rubbing soothing circles into her skin, and it feels so good, she can't help but be relaxed with him.

"I… I d-don't understand. I said no because…"

She trails off, and Hans finishes for her when Elsa realizes she can't figure out the answer.

"You said no because you wanted it to be you instead, my Queen. You lost control because you'd already taken a fancy to me, and wished for me to be your husband, rather than Anna's."

Elsa's eyes widen, and her mouth opens, before ultimately, she goes still. Was that… w-was that it? The way the Prince had just laid it out like that so easily, the way he'd just made it so much more clear… Elsa's lower lip wobbles, and she turns her head away, only for Hans to take her chin in his other gloved hand and turn it back so that he can look her in the eyes.

"It's alright, Elsa. Because if I'm being honest… I wanted you as well, from the first moment I laid eyes on you."

Elsa's breath catches, and her world shrinks to a pinpoint as his thumb continues to rub soothing circles into the back of her hand, as he smiles at her and she smiles back, unbelieving of her lucky, not even questioning some of the fallacies in what Hans is saying. Like why he would try to marry her sister in the first place, if it was, she he wanted all along.

Regardless in the end reality comes crashing down, and Elsa tries to pull away, only for him to catch her and pull her back. She lets him, but still ducks her head, trembling slightly with emotion.

"I c-can't… you would be better off marrying my sister, Prince Hans. I… I can't control it. I can't control myself."

That provokes a low chuckle from the man, which causes Elsa to look up at him again, slightly confused. He has both of her hands in his now, and he's rubbing soothing circles into both of them with his thumbs. Despite her inner turmoil, she's never felt more relaxed than she is right now with Hans of the Southern Isles.

"Of course not. But that's okay. Your problem, Elsa, is a simple one. You've spent all your life trying to control yourself… when what you really needed all along was someone else to help you."

Bringing one of his hands up, he brushes it across her face, caressing her cheek as Elsa instinctively leans into his touch.

"Let me help you, Elsa. Just let it go… and give yourself to me."

She finds that she wants nothing more, and when Hans goes in for a kiss a moment later, Elsa kisses him back. She feels hot… hotter than she's ever been, and in that moment, the outer bits of the Ice Palace she's created begin to melt, just a little bit. But that's okay, Elsa doesn't care, all she wants… all she wants is more. As they kiss heatedly, their tongues dueling with one another passionately, but Hans' tongue almost certainly dominating her own, Elsa lets go and gives up control of the situation to the Southern Isles Prince. It can't be any worse than the mess she made of things, after all.

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As the thirteenth prince of the Southern Isles, Hans had grown up surrounded by luxury and raised as royalty, but at the same time, had known that he would never actually inherit his father's throne. Which meant that he had to go elsewhere to get a throne of his own. The Kingdom of Arendelle seemed like a fine one, given that the royalty of the Kingdom had been reduced to two beautiful young ladies of marrying age.

But even he hadn't expected the young Queen Elsa to have such magical powers… or be so very smitten with him. Where the Duke of Weselton was a weasel at best and prone to decrying Elsa as a monster, Hans saw an opportunity… and he'd seized upon that opportunity most readily. When Anna had tried to put him in charge of Arendelle, while she went off to get her sister, Hans had almost taken her up on the offer.

It was after all, exactly what he wanted, wasn't it? But no, Hans knew better than that. He knew that if he'd gone ahead with Anna's plan, his rule of Arendelle would have been fleeting at best. Such a decision would have taken him down a dark path and he would have been forced to make sure both Anna and Elsa died in Anna's attempt to bring her home, leaving him as Arendelle's undisputed ruler.

Rather than go that route, why not try the bloodless route instead? Leaving Anna in charge, Hans had undertaken the expedition to save Elsa, with plenty of his men of course. Though when they'd eventually found the ice palace high in Arendelle's mountains, Hans had gone onward on his own to properly woo the beautiful, confused Ice Queen.

And woo her he had. After all, tonight was their wedding night, and today had been the day of their wedding, and his coronation as King of Arendelle. Now… it was time to consummate their marriage. Hans smirks as he looks to his beautiful young bridge, currently laid out on the bed. Elsa blushes and squirms under his gaze, biting her lower lip and staring down at his crotch expectantly.

The young Queen is currently incapable of initiating anything of her own. With her hands enclosed in metal gloved that are chained to the wall behind her to avoid any outbursts, and her ankles tied down to the end of the bed as well, she's not going anywhere. Turning Arendelle's Queen into his submissive little bondage slut might not have been the plan in the very beginning… but Hans was nothing if not adaptable, and after seeing what Elsa was capable of, he wasn't letting her put those hands of hers anywhere near them without long gloves… or the special-made shackles she was wearing now.

Still, Elsa didn't mind being tied up for their wedding night, which meant Hans could do anything he wanted to her. Striding over to the bed, Hans finally pulls off his pants and lets Elsa have a nice long look at what she's been waiting for. His cock rises to full attention as she stares wide-eyed at it, her hungry gaze and her hardened nipples and her gorgeous naked body bringing him to full mast in no time.

Climbing onto the bed, Hans kneels by Elsa's head and reaches out, taking hold of her white-blonde braid and pulling her head up somewhat roughly as he slaps his cock down across her ruby red lips, watching her nostrils flare while taking in his scent. Smirking, Hans gives a single word command, and watches as Elsa hungrily obeys.

"Suck."

Back when they'd first left her Ice Palace behind, on the way back to Arendelle, Hans had been a bit gentler in leveraging the newfound control he had over the beautiful Queen. He'd known that there was value in easing Elsa into it. Not only did he not want anyone trying to accuse him of abusing the Queen, he didn't want the Queen herself, with all her power, to start seeing him as the enemy either.

But by this point, Elsa was used to obeying Hans' commands, as she does now, taking his cock into her mouth and sucking on it quite enthusiastically. This isn't the first time she's given him head, and Hans groans as he enjoys her technique, honed and refined on the way back to Arendelle and leading up to the wedding ceremony. Heh, Hans could only imagine how Anna would have reacted, if she'd known that all of those private meetings between him and Elsa in which he 'helped' her control her powers were just her kneeling between his legs and sucking his cock.

Maybe one day he would include Anna in their little games. Maybe he'd have both sisters for himself… but not until Elsa was fully under his control, and even now, with her willingly sucking on his cock, he knew she wasn't quite there yet. Soon… soon, he'd be lounging back, watching as both sisters licked and worshipped his member together.

For now, though, it WAS Elsa's wedding night to be fair, so it was only right that he pay her at least some attention. Pulling his spit-slick dick free of her mouth, Hans doesn't let go of Elsa's braid, even as he re-positions himself between her spread legs, covering the tied-up beautiful Queen's body with his own muscular, masculine form.

Slipping his cock against Elsa's sopping wet slit, Hans looks into Elsa's eyes to see her eager and enthusiastic. Unlike fellatio, this was one thing they hadn't done yet… Elsa was still very much a virgin, though Hans had carefully used his fingers more than once to give her a taste of what was to come. It wasn't the same though, by any means.

"Are you ready, my love? Tell me how badly you want it."

"Please Hans… my King… my beloved… please fuck me. I-I want it. I want you… sir."

Hans grins at that. He hadn't quite graduated her on to 'Master' yet, but he intended to eventually. For the time being, he'd just made sure that Elsa knew to address him as 'my King' in any public settings, while naming him as 'sir' in private. Hearing her say 'sir', hearing her deferential tone… Hans thrusts right in, claiming the Ice Queen of Arendelle's pussy as his own, just as he's claimed her Kingdom.

Fucking her with deep, powerful thrusts, Hans groans as Elsa squeals and moans and shrieks in pleasure, crying out long into the night, orgasming again and again around his cock. He fucks the bound woman long and hard, never stopping, never slowing down, not even for a single moment. This right here is the moment of his triumph, after all. Until the consummation of the marriage, there was still the possibility of an annulment.

But not anymore. Elsa hadn't just taken him as her King Consort, she'd made sure it went deeper than that, naming him King in his own right. A divorce truly wasn't possible anymore, not under the laws that Arendelle had. They were irrevocably tied together now, and as Hans cums inside of Elsa, he knows that he's going to get her pregnant as swiftly as possible. Once she's growing heavy with his child, perhaps then it will be time to introduce Anna as a… temporary stress reliever for the King's needs, while Elsa is too large to properly assist in satisfying his desires.

Yes, that's when he'll bring up the idea. By that point, Elsa will likely be even further under his control as well. For now though, Hans has a Queen to impregnate, something he takes to with extreme gusto.

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