Remus looked at the infamous lovers crotch and sneered. he didn’t know what liked lees, the fact that he had been insulted or the fact that it was visibly true.
"Oh Elsa-" his voice was a false sweet tone as he looked into Elsa’s eyes. But then his demeanor turned to who he really was.
He grabbed her wrist squeezing in as hard as he could holding her tight to his chest. “You really think its going to matter weather he got you pregnant or not?! I was promised to be king and that’s all that matters. The kingdom doesn’t need to know it was he who soiled you” He twisted her wrist . “No one here has seen the rest of my family- they would never know the child’s appearance wasn’t from me-”
He smiled devilishly in her face. “And only we saw- we could kill him an no one would know- no one would be able to tell. He’s supposedly dead already we could make that come true.”
Clutching her wrist close to its breaking point he said his next words purely for his own cruel enjoyment. “And if your worried and you are intact pregnant- which may I remind you there is a possibility your not- we can always have the child aborted.”
The queen gritted her teeth and let out a small grunt each time he increased the pain.
But he didn’t get to much of a reaction. That was till, Elsa gasped in horror, her eyes growing huge.
The pain In her wrist. It didn’t matter that much. His first taunts didn’t matter that much. Because even if he didn’t know it, he was bluffing. Even if he wanted to, her family would not let him hurt or get away with hurting Hans. But as soon as he threatened her child, she snapped. The tempter of the room drastically dropped “never! Ever! Threaten my child! Again!” The skin of her wrist, where the mans hand held it, froze over, making her too cold to hold. She lifted her free hand to his neck. “Get your dirty, nasty hands off of me!” Her nails dug into his skin “or I will kill you!” She said through gritted teeth
“you will not harm my family in anyway, or I will saluter you!” She no longer cared to keep a kind heart. After all she had every right to be an ass right back to him,after all he has done to het. “If I am not pregnant, I will lie with my lover again. But you will never get the satisfaction of touching me! I will never let anyone other then Hans be the father to my child! I will go barren if need be!l” she threatened. “If Hans dose not father the heir, then there will not be one! If you mange to put one of your horrid beast inside of me, it shall be killed! I will not carry your child!” She lifted her knee and connected it right to his groin. “How pathetic! That you could threaten the life of an innocent child! Before they even have time to grow!” Elsa glared at him. She sat motionless. Just glaring. It was all she could do to keep her powers in check.
Anna watched this hole thing happen. But she felt like she was stuck to the floor. She wanted to go support her sister. But she didn’t want to get in the cross fires of her wrath.
But when Elsa seemed to have stopped moving, she moved in. She patted and gently the queens arm for a quick moment, encouraging her to keep it up. To not hurt him dispute it all.
She then moved to Hans. She checked that he was breathing and the like. When he was, she gently tried to wake him. “Come on…please wake up…Elsa needs you…”
Remus keeled over, his hand holding everything in place between his legs. “If you kill me all of England will be after you.”
He stood the best he could and shoved a finger in her face. “Your courts will never let you wed him-“
"Actually-" Kai stepped in the room. "She can. Today even."
"What?!" Remus shouted at the butler. "She cannot wed him! Even if he is the father of the heir he would be her concubine nothing more!"
"Though he was stripped of the title Prince Hans of the Southern Isles, he is still a Prince, therefore fit for a Queen." He gave Hans a smack on the upper part of his boot. "In our kingdom we have no concubines for our royal families anyhow, should she be pregnant they must wed." He slapped the boot again now obvious that he was trying to help Anna in her pursuit of waking him.
"Plus, could we ever see him living in a whore house? This is Hans we are talking about." Kristoff joined with a large smile, the palm of his hand hitting Hans’ chest with a grand SMACK.
Hans eyes shot open as Kristoff’s hand kissed his chest- even over the icy tunic it stung. “ELSA REM-us… is…” he stopped mid sentence sitting up with everyone fully clothed looking at him.
As his eyes hit Elsa they grew large soaking in her beauty. “Elsa- your dress-” Looking down he saw he too was clothed in a shimmering tailcoat. “They’re lovely.”
"Oh hush you whore." Remus spat at Hans.