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In the Light of Day: A Frozen Epic	By : GeorgeGlass Category: +1 through F > Frozen Views: 21531 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I claim no ownership of Frozen or its characters. I made no money from writing this story. I am completely divided about whether Elsa or Anna is hotter.

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Chapter 12: The Goatherd

Anna yawned and stretched as she awoke. The first light of dawn was barely creeping through the window, yet she could already hear movement in the sitting room between her bedroom and Elsa’s.

The Princess practically leaped out of bed, threw on a robe, and went straight into the sitting room. There she found Elsa, looking a bit groggy as she reached for the handbell on the table between the room’s two easy chairs, no doubt to summon a servant to fetch her some strong tea.

“Elsa! Good morning!” Anna said, half-startling her sister.

“Oh! Good…good morning, Anna,” the Queen replied.

“I’m so glad you’re here,” Anna declared. “There’s something I’ve been wanting to talk to you about.”

“Oh? Good—there’s something I want to tell you, too,” Elsa said, suddenly looking considerably perkier.

“What’s that?”

Smiling and blushing slightly, Elsa said in a low voice, “I kissed Rajiv last night.”

“WHAT?”

“Shhhhhh! You’ll bring the guards running!”

“Okay, what- How- When did- I thought you hated him!”

“Well, I did, but then, I…learned more about him.”

“Oh, really?” Anna said skeptically. “Must have been quite a lot more.”

“Well, we-”

“What’s his last name?” Anna interrupted.

“Nambi.”

“What’s his favorite food?”

“Shrimp coconut curry.”

“Best friend’s name?”

“Ajay.”

“Eye color?”

“Milk-chocolate brown.”

“Foot size?”

“Ten, maybe ten and a half.”

“Okay, how could you actually know his foot size?”

“When you climb a mountain with someone, you end up looking at their feet a lot.”

Not certain why, Anna felt her spirit sag. She dropped into the other easy chair.

“Fine,” she said, trying to look cheerful. “Be better than me at everything.”

She had meant it as a joke, but when she heard herself say it, it didn’t sound like one. Elsa didn’t seem to think so, either, because she reached across the small table and took Anna’s hand.

“Anna, I’m not better than you,” the blonde woman said. “You keep thinking that you’re this great fool because you made one mistake with Prince Hans, but it was one mistake. Don’t you remember how big a mistake I made that day?”

“You had powers you couldn’t control. That’s not a mistake, that’s just…bad luck.”

“That’s not what I’m talking about. My mistake was not trusting you.”

“What do you mean?”

“If I had gone back down the mountain with you instead of trying to keep you away…if I had let you be there for me, the way you were trying to be…then maybe I wouldn’t have made such a mess of things. Maybe I wouldn’t have frightened the people of Arendelle half to death. And maybe I wouldn’t have almost”—Elsa looked at the floor—“killed my own sister.”

“Oh, Elsa,” Anna said, squeezing her sister’s hand in both of her own.

Elsa looked up again. “But now I know better. That day, I learned that I can always count on you, even when I can’t count on myself. I learned that I can trust you with my life.”

Looking Anna in the eye, she said, “I learned from my mistake, Anna. Didn’t you learn from yours?”

Anna’s eyes grew a little wider as the princess remembered the words her mother had written: that good judgment comes from experience, and that experience mostly comes from bad judgment.

“You’re right,” she said slowly. “I did learn from it. When I thought something strange was going on with Kristoff, I didn’t just blindly trust him; I looked into it, and when I found out he was in debt, I confronted him about it.”

“And it’s not just Kristoff,” Elsa said. “I’ve seen how you size people up, the way you can figure out what’s going on in someone’s head from the little things they say and do. That’s a skill, Anna—an important one, especially in the world we live in.”

Anna nodded. “It doesn’t always mean I make the best decisions, though.”

“You’re impulsive sometimes,” Elsa said. “But that’s not always a bad thing. When you came into the parlor and saw that Rajiv was on fire, you didn’t stand there gawking like me and Ajay and Kristoff—you grabbed a curtain and went to put him out.”

“And if Ajay hadn’t stopped me, I would have been princess flambé,” Anna replied.

“You used the information you had, in a situation that demanded quick action. Under most circumstances, what you did would have saved a life. That’s part of why I trust you—because I know that if the worst happens, you won’t hesitate to do what needs to be done.”

Anna nodded slowly, then smiled.

“Thanks,” she said. “But can I ask you something?”

“What’s that?”

“You and Rajiv—how did you get past all the…problems…you were having?”

“I suppose,” Elsa replied, “we just needed to get them out in the open.”

Anna looked straight ahead for a moment, looking at nothing as she thought. Then, abruptly, she stood up.

“I’ve gotta go,” she said.

“Really?” Elsa said in surprise. “To do what?”

“To get dressed,” Anna said firmly, “get a cup of tea, and see a man about a reindeer.”

***

Kristoff wasn’t hung over, because although he’d visited half a dozen bars with various princes and attendants last night, being in charge of the event had motivated him to keep his own drinking in check. He was tired, though, so it didn’t seem so bad to be lying on the dirt floor of his ice house. Here he stored not only hundreds of blocks of ice, insulated under a thick layer of straw, but also his sleigh and ice wagon. The sleigh had been carefully covered with a tarp to await next winter’s first snowfall.

The ice-man was currently under the wagon, checking it over. With spring well underway, it wouldn’t be long before demand for ice began to rise, and Kristoff wanted to be sure the wagon was ready to carry a full load. A rotted board in the bed or a weak spring in the undercarriage could be problematic when the conveyance was hauling as much as four thousand pounds of ice.

He had hoped he could have the wainwright do this, but Kristoff simply couldn’t afford him. And, given that Kristoff was already in debt to the man, the wainwright wasn’t inclined to extend him any additional credit. The ice-man would have to do the best he could on his own.

Kristoff was inspecting the rear axle when he heard the rusty hinges of the ice house door squeak.

“Kristoff?” Anna’s voice called.

“Down here,” he answered.

He heard her light, quick footsteps approach. Lifting his head to glance down over his own chest, he saw her maroon boots appear in front of the wagon.

“I don’t care that you’re not a noble or a royal,” Anna said.

The statement took Kristoff by surprise—enough that he momentarily forgot where he was and tried to sit up, banging his head on the wagon’s axle in the process.

“Ow!”

“Sorry!” Anna called.

Kristoff wriggled awkwardly out from under the wagon.

“Are we really going to talk about this now?” he asked as he stood up and put one hand to his head.

“We have to talk about it sometime,” Anna replied. “And since you won’t start the conversation, I will. It’s time we got it all out in the open.”

Kristoff let out a breath, and his eyes dropped to the dirt-and-straw floor.

“Look, you know how it is,” he said. “The other ice dealers don’t like that I get special treatment from you and the Queen. They don’t see me as having earned some reward; they think it’s because I’m dating you. Although they don’t use the word ‘dating.’”

“I know,” Anna sighed. “That can’t be easy for you.”

“Actually, that part I can live with,” Kristoff replied. “The part that bugs me is how some of your nobility friends react to your being with me.”

“I know that, too,” Anna replied. “But any noble who has a problem with me seeing you is NOT my friend.”

“But they’re part of your world. An important part. I’m an ice-man; the only people who I need to like me are my customers. But you-”

“Look,” Anna interrupted, “if all I wanted was to be popular, I’d make out with Elsa in public. Apparently, a lot of people out there want to see that.”

Kristoff blinked. “I gotta admit, I’d watch. And maybe commission a commemorative oil painting.” The man shook his head rapidly. “My point is, you’re a leader. You may not need people to like you, but you need them to respect you. And I hate the idea that your dating a commoner like me is messing that up.”

“Even if it is, that’s my problem, not yours.”

“But-”

“And I don’t like you calling yourself a commoner,” Anna continued. “Because there’s nothing common about you. You helped save me, and Elsa, and this whole kingdom.” She took a breath and added, “You might not be a nobleman, but you’re the noblest man I know.”

Kristoff was momentarily taken aback. He’d never before heard anyone describe him that way.

“But...” he asked, cautiously, “is it really worth it? Being with me, when all it brings you is-”

“Of course it’s worth it!” Anna snapped.

“Why? Why put your reputation on the line for me?”

“Because I LOVE YOU, YOU IDIOT!”

Kristoff blinked.

“I love you,” Anna said again, moving closer. Her blue eyes were shining.

“I- I love you, too,” Kristoff said. Then, folding his arms around her, he put his face in her red hair and said, “I love you so much…”

For a long moment, they just held each other in the dim quiet of the ice house. Then Kristoff spoke.

“Anna,” he said, “I’m sorry. I…I should have just...talked to you.”

“It’s okay,” Anna replied, pulling her face back to look at his. “I had issues, too. But I’m over them now.”

“Me too. I’m gonna be totally open with you from now on, I promise.”

“Same here.”

Anna let go of him and, with a glint in her eye, gave him a devilish little half-smile.

“What?” Kristoff said.

“Let’s do it,” she said.

“It?” Kristoff replied, not wanting to misunderstand.

“It,” Anna said eagerly. “Right here, right now.”

With a sweep of her arm, Anna cleared the straw off the nearest surface, hiked up her skirt, and hopped up, smiling invitingly at Kristoff.

“Anna, that’s-”

“ICE!” Anna hollered, leaping up and off the frozen block on which she had just planted her bottom.

She landed on her feet and stumbled forward. Kristoff caught her before she ran into the wall.

“You know,” he said, “there’s a perfectly good bed in the sha- cottage.”

“Yeah,” Anna gasped, now holding her butt with both hands. “Let’s go check that out.”

***

Elsa, ready for the day, emerged from her bedchamber and headed for the main staircase. As she approached the entrance to the stairs, she saw Rajiv there, casually looking out the window. He turned his head as she came near.

“Good morning,” he said with a smile.

“Good morning,” Elsa replied. “Were you waiting here for me?”

“I thought I would try to catch you before you begin your work day. Baron Herringholtz told me you have quite a full schedule.”

“And why,” Elsa said with a sly smile, “would you ask him about my schedule?”

“I was hoping that perhaps you could show me your castle’s gardens. The Baron said you might have half an hour or so at three o’clock. That is, if young Prince Hypatios does not win your heart during your interview with him this morning.”

Elsa smiled. “Hmm. It seems the Baron is giving out information about my schedule rather freely.”

“Do not blame him too much. I pressed.”

“And what will you be doing this morning? You look rather dressed up; you’re even wearing your sword.”

“Lord Otos has asked to meet with me. I believe he wants to discuss the possibility of Dianisia entering into a trade agreement for Sundaran steel. So I took a cue from Ajay and decided to bring an example.”

“Well, then, I wish you a pleasant morning.”

“And you, your Highness.”

Elsa walked through the entranceway to the stairs, then paused.

“Oh,” she said with faux casualness, “and I’ll see you at three.”

***

Kristoff was so horny he could barely stand it. After yanking off his boots and socks, he had to restrain himself from ripping Anna’s bodice as they alternated between kissing frenziedly and undressing themselves and each other in Kristoff’s one-room cottage.

“Don’t worry about the preliminary stuff right now,” Anna panted as she undid Kristoff’s shirt buttons as fast as her fingers could move.

“If you’re asking me to skip the foreplay, that’s no problem,” Kristoff breathed, finally managing to unlace the bodice behind Anna’s back and pull the garment off over her head.

As soon as her arms were free, Anna finished unbuttoning Kristoff’s shirt and yanked it off. She put her hands on his pale, muscular chest and kissed him hard even as he seized the hem of her dress and pulled it up. She broke off the kiss and let him pull it off, leaving her in just her panties.

Kristoff stopped for one moment, looking at her slender waist, her white shoulders, and her small breasts, the tops of which were decorated with a few petite freckles.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” Kristoff breathed.

Anna grabbed hold of Kristoff’s belt and, fingers fumbling, undid it. She quickly did the same with his pants and yanked them down, along with his underwear. Kristoff’s hard cock, suddenly freed, bobbed in the air.

“You’re gorgeous too,” she said hungrily.

“I almost hate to ask this,” Kristoff said, even as he peeled down Anna’s panties to reveal her red-dusted mound, “but what about birth control?”

“Don’t worry,” Anna said, looking him in the face even as her hand wrapped itself around Kristoff’s cock and examined it eagerly. “I had a cup of Mrs. Hagebak’s Family Planning Tea before I left the castle.”

“You are awesome,” Kristoff said, unable to say anything more eloquent; there was no room in his head for anything but the urge to be close to her, up against her, inside her.

He lay down on his bed and pulled her down with him. She fell on top of him, straddling his hips, and the heat of her groin against his was agonizing enticement.

“Put me in you,” he breathed. “Please.”

“Oh, yeah,” Anna panted.

She reached down, took hold of his length again, and slowly lowered herself down onto it.

“Oh, God,” Kristoff moaned as her wet warmth began to envelop him inch by inch. Nothing had ever felt so good.

“Yessss,” Anna said, closing her eyes as she lowered herself down, forcing him into her until she was sitting fully on his hips. He could tell it was hurting her a little, but the pleasure clearly outweighed the pain.

Kristoff put his hands on Anna’s slim hips. As the princess instinctively began to move her lower body forward and back, he used his strong arms to help her.

“Kristoff,” Anna moaned, “I didn’t know…how much…I wanted this…”

“I did,” Kristoff breathed. “And it’s…everything…I wanted…”

She moved harder against him, and he pushed and pulled and moved with her. He was looking up at her, and the sight of Anna—her naked body swaying, small breasts erect, eyes closed, lips parted—was the most beautiful and erotic thing he had ever seen. And now all his bottled-up love and want and desire were overwhelming him.

“Anna...” he gasped. “I...I have to...”

“Harder,” Anna grunted, chest flushed red and heaving, eyes screwed shut. “More! Please, more!”

Kristoff gripped Anna’s hips as firmly as he could, moving her, thrusting into her. Her hips undulated powerfully, and she began to make little whimpers with every push, just as Kristoff now breathed and grunted in time with their movements.

“I-” Kristoff gasped, “I- I can’t- I- AAAAAAAAAAAAH!”

“HYAAAAAAH!” Anna cried as her whole body contracted and convulsed around her orgasming lover’s.

When it ended, Anna fell forward onto Kristoff and rolled off him. For minutes, they lay side by side, the only sound that of their gasping breaths.

At some point, Kristoff found himself holding Anna’s hand. He’d done it many times before, but it had never felt so right as it did now.

“I guess Hildy was right,” Anna sighed. “We DID need to get laid.”

“I didn’t even know how much until now,” Kristoff agreed. “That was...intense.”

“Very. Ooooh,” Anna groaned as she adjusted the position of her legs. “You really stretched me out. I’ve never had anything bigger than a candle up there.”

Kristoff suddenly felt a bit guilty. His adoptive mother Bulda and many of the other trolls had given him a fair amount of advice—all of it unsolicited—about what to do the first time he had sex, and he had forgotten all of it in the heat of the moment.

But there was one thing it wasn’t too late to do. He rolled over and kissed Anna, softly.

“I’m sorry I made you wait so long,” she said.

“No, don’t apologize. You needed to be ready; I get that. Besides, I made you say the L word first. Although that was Mama Bulda’s idea; she said I might scare you off if I said it first. You know, because of the Prince Hans thing.”

Anna smiled at him. “This is the first time in nine months that I’ve heard his name without freaking out. I think I’m finally over it.”

He squeezed her hand. “And I’m never going to forget those sweet words, ‘I love you, you idiot.’”

“And you’re never going to let ME forget them, are you?”

“Not for a second,” he said, grinning and squeezing her hand. “So...what now? Are we...done?”

Anna put her lips to his ear and, breathily, whispered, “Not even close.”

Kristoff smiled, and rolled on top of her.

***

At eleven o’clock, the door to the parlor opened, and Kai showed Prince Hypatios in. Elsa smiled and stood up from her easy chair.

“Good morning, Prince,” she said, curtsying.

“G- Good morning,” the boy replied, bowing stiffly as Kai exited and closed the door.

Hypatios, his eyes fixed on the floor, held out a rectangular box.

“I...I brought you...these chocolates...from my homeland,” he stammered.

“Why, thank you,” Elsa said. “That was very thoughtful.”

She tried to take the box from him, but for some reason, he wouldn’t let go. His fingers gripped one edge tightly.

“It’s...it’s all right,” she said. Lowering her voice to a mock whisper, she added, “I really like chocolate, too. I’m happy to share them with you.”

The boy looked up at her, and Elsa was surprised to see that his eyes were wide and glistening. Then he burst into tears.

Elsa didn’t know what to do. Although she now and again visited local schools to talk about what the Queen did all day, she’d had very little experience being with children one-on-one. And she certainly hadn’t had any practice consoling them when they were upset.

All she had to go on was what her mother used to do when Elsa and Anna were children. So Elsa stepped closer to the boy and, gingerly, put her arms around him. The boy buried his face in her dress and wept.

Elsa held him and tried to remember what words to say. She could recall only a few, but maybe they would be enough.

“There, there,” Elsa said. “Just tell me what’s wrong, and we’ll try to make it right.”

After a long moment, the boy sobbed, “I- I’m not Prince Hypatios.” He sniffed, then continued, “My name is Tomas.”

Elsa blinked. “What?”

“My family...we’re goatherds. But last year, a sickness killed all our goats, and...my mother and father could barely feed me and my brothers and sisters, and they owed more and more money to Mr. Kalinauskas....”

“Who?”

“Our- Our landlord. He was going to throw us out of our house, and off our land.

“But then Lord Otos came. He wore fancy clothes, and he said he would give my family money if I would go on a trip to Arendelle with him. He had the money with him. I’d never seen so much...”

“Go on, Pr- Tomas.”

“He said that- that I looked like the prince, so I would be playing the prince, like what the actors at the Amphitheater used to do before it closed. And he said I’d get to stay in a castle, and eat all the food I wanted, and meet a real queen.

“I thought he was a nice man. But he wasn’t. When we were coming here on the ship, he made me practice many things: what to say, how to dance, how to eat with a knife and fork, even how to walk like a prince. I had to practice for hours and hours, and when I didn’t do it right, he would beat me.”

Elsa remembered how the boy had reacted when she had touched his back at the ball two nights earlier.

“Tomas,” she said, soberly but gently, “may I lift up the back of your shirt?”

Silently, the boy nodded. Elsa stepped behind him and pulled up the tail of his shirt. The child’s back was a mural of half-healed bruises.

“Oh, Tomas.” She lowered his shirttail again.

“So today,” the boy said, “when it was my turn to be alone with you, he gave me the chocolates as a present for you. But I knew there must be something bad in them, because he said I had to make sure you ate some. That I had to in- insist.”

“Something bad...like poison?”

The boy nodded.

“And then...then he said that...after I watched you eat a piece...that...that I should eat one, too.” His voice broke as he added, “As a reward.”

The child collapsed into sobs.

Elsa held the boy and let him cry for a few moments. Then she got down on one knee so that she would be eye-to-eye with him.

“Tomas, this is very important: Why is Otos doing this?”

“He- He never told me. But one night, when he thought I was asleep, I heard him arguing with the captain about something, and Otos said, ‘I don’t care what your admiral says. I’m under direct orders from the King.’”

The boy sniffed and took a deep breath.

“Please,” he said. “Otos said that if I didn’t obey, if I...failed him, that he- he would hurt my family. He said all he would have to do is send a message, and then soldiers would come to my house, and-”

“That’s not going to happen,” Elsa said, frowning.

Why, she wondered, would King Aegeus do something so monstrous as to extort service from a child by threatening his family? And why would he want Elsa dead? Neither the means nor the end made any sense.

“Tomas, where is Otos now?”

“I don’t know. After he dressed me this morning, he told me he had business to attend to. I haven’t seen him since then.”

Elsa took a breath and put both of her hands on Tomas’ shoulders.

“Here’s what I’m going to do,” she said. “I’m going to have Otos found and arrested. Then I’m going to have my spymaster send agents into Dianisia to get your family to safety. And then,” she said angrily, “I am going to have a few words with King Aegeus about all this.

“Wait here,” she said. “I’m going to get some guards to watch over you until Otos is found.”

She strode toward the door. Just before she reached it, she passed a tall, beige-curtained window, and her peripheral vision caught a flicker of movement from the curtain. Before she could even look to see what it was, she felt a stinging pain in her shoulder.

She turned, and there stood Otos, holding a dagger whose shiny blade was now tinged red with Elsa’s blood.

“You!” Elsa cried.

She flung out her uninjured arm and unleashed a blast of ice that froze the left half of Otos’ body to the wall behind him. Then she put a hand over her shoulder wound and iced it over to stop the bleeding.

“Well,” Elsa said darkly, “I suppose this will save the castle guard the effort of looking for you.”

“I suspected that the boy would fail,” Otos said, “so I took the precaution of lying in wait for you here. As King Aegeus has been known to say, ‘Plan for success, but be prepared for failure.’”

“The boy’s chances were better than yours,” Elsa replied bitterly. “Did you really think you could kill me with that dagger? You- AH!” Elsa cried out as pain shot down the length of her wounded arm.

“I think I already have,” Otos replied smugly. “The poison now coursing through your veins will end your life in minutes.”

Elsa tried to take a step toward the door, but her legs would no longer support her, and she fell painfully to her knees on the stone floor. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Tomas looking on, frozen in horror.

She tried to shout for the guards, but the sound that issued from her lips was barely more than a squeak. She could only whisper as she looked up at Otos.

“Why?”

The man’s face was grim as he replied, “What the boy told you is true—not just for his family, but for tens of thousands of others on every island of Dianisia. Goat products are our chief export, and although the disease now appears to have passed, the damage to our economy has been done. The King has made every effort to conceal the extent of the disaster from outsiders, but within our kingdom, its effects are rampant: Almost every hour, Dianisia loses another goatherd and gains another beggar, another prostitute, another thief.

“It seems our land is cursed,” Otos concluded. “So we must take yours.”

“But...why Arendelle?” Elsa gasped, just before another spasm of pain made her fall onto her hands.

“Your kingdom’s defensive forces have never been particularly strong. And now that Arendelle has a queen who can foil an invasion with a mere wave of her hand, they have become complacent. You would be shocked by the ease with which I have been able to move about your castle, your grounds, your...well, your people will find out soon enough.”

Otos’ left arm was trapped in Elsa’s ice, but his right arm remained free enough for him to drop his dagger, reach into his cloak, and withdraw a flask-like container made from white clay. Otos lifted the vessel into the air, then hurled it to the floor at his feet, shattering it.

Instantaneously, flames roared up from the broken flask. Elsa was nearly ten feet away, yet she could feel a wave of intense heat as the flames burned brightly. They only lasted a few seconds, but after they quickly shrank to nothing, Otos was free of the ice.

Elsa tried to crawl forward, to get to the door, but she only fell face-first onto the floor, unable to move.

Otos shook the stiffness from his formerly trapped arm, bent down, and picked up his dagger. Then he started toward Tomas.

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