Elsa took a deep breath. She had no idea where she was going, but that need not detain her, she decided, fiddling nervously with the clasp of her cloak and then tossing the thing to one side. She wouldn’t need it anymore, after all, she had never needed one, being immune to cold weather as she was. It had only ever been a status symbol, to mark her out as a princess. But right now, that wasn’t what she wanted. It was time for a change. She was no longer Princess Elsa of Duloc. For now, she was simply...Elsa, a young free woman with cryokinetic powers.
She had no idea why. If someone had introduced her to Farquaad in her youth as potential husband material, she would have been adamant that he could never be her type in a million years. And yet, here she was, falling.
The sunlight woke her, and she was surprised to find her husband already awake, wrapped in a dark red robe, and fixing them both a drink at the bar. She blinked, turning over and realising that her hair was a mess, and that she must have fallen asleep almost instantly after their love-making. Almost shyly,...