update because i love you guys, or something. not a fan of the reviews telling me that your 'interest is waning'. just stop reading if that's the case. i did say it would be elsanna, and it will be. if you follow me on tumblr you'll see how much i hate hans, and if not, then im telling you now how much i hate him. but i wouldn't do this unless i had a reason. he has a plan, as does elsa, and anna, and even kristoff and his bf. i have plans for them all. if you trust me, i won't let you down.

which is why i have to warn you that the hanna relationship is going to get 'better' before it becomes worse. expect more development on their end. but, expect more elsanna development. think of it like this: they'll have an entire week together in norway. who knows what can happen? :P

Dinner was a complete success. You're much more comfortable in your own home, and it's kinda nice, showing Hans just how independent you are. You disappear into your bedroom to take your medication, and you also get changed into something... nice. Spruce up your hair a little, put on a dash of lipstick. Hans doesn't make it obvious, but you notice that his eyes stray to your lips a little more often.

Joan hides under the coffee table and glares at you, but she's really just annoyed at having a stranger in the house.

He doesn't stay too late. Helps wipe the dishes and gives you a kiss on your cheek as he leaves. And maybe it won't take too long before you actually work up the courage to kiss him.

It's almost 9:30, and you do actually have work in the morning. A quick shower later and you're ready for bed. Joan jumps up near your feet and gets comfortable, and even though you had a pretty big day, you seem to spend ages just staring at the ceiling. You wonder what it would be like to kiss Hans.

He'd be gentle, that's for sure. Maybe cup your cheeks and doesn't add any tongue until the third kiss. Or maybe you'd find your courage then, and you initiate the French kiss. His hands would move, down past your shoulders to rest at your waist. Maybe they'd pause at your hips first, itching to move back up to your boobs.

You move your hands, just to cup them for size. Your nipples are hard, and maybe it's lucky that they're sensitive, too. Your breasts aren't particularly big, but they're nice. Well shaped. They don't really sag, which is a plus.

Biting your lip, you let one hand drift beneath the hem of your pants while the other one tugs gently at your nipple through your nightshirt. You focus on that sensation because it's the most powerful, but it doesn't mean you ignore your other hand. Palm pressing down on your clit, you insert a finger and swirl it around a little. Get a movement going, and then turn your focus back to your breast.

The fabric of your shirt feels good, and you bite your lip as you fantasise about someone else's. Fantasise about a body next to you – it's not your hands, and it makes it so much more powerful. You imagine them curled up beside you, skin against smooth skin, soft fat and muscle and all for you. Lips smile against your cheek as they place open-mouthed kisses, and your hands work ever-more fervently. A weight lands on your chest as something builds, in your breast, head, navel. You imagine they've rolled atop you, lips finally finding yours as the sensation gets more powerful. Soft breasts press against your own. And then it stops. Your head fills up with pure delight and relief, and you let out a breath. It's been... a long while since you've done that. You're actually tired now.

Wiping your hand on your pants, you turn over. Now that the feeling has worn off, you're left feeling a little dull. It's mostly in your heart because... because you're twenty-three and you really want to feel this with someone. Maybe you will, soon. That thought is enough to bring a little smile to your face.

It's enough to let you drift off, pleasant dreams waiting for you.