✔𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐳𝐞𝐧 𝐈𝐈𝐈: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈

Chapter 63: Lover

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"Alright then, it's settled. You'll have your coronation in three days, and I'm sure Ronald will gladly assist you for the rest, I handed him a list of the things you need help with. Elsa and I have a lot of jobs to finish, it was nice seeing you again, Nathan."

"You too, cousin. Travel safely." Nathan smiled.

"And goodluck to you once you're on the throne." Aiden teased, his statement earning a round of laughter from the Prince of Sweden before exiting the office with his arm wrapped around his wife.

"Before we talk to Ronald, dear." Aiden smirked.

Elsa blushed, "W-what?" The irresistible expression on her husband's face makes her blush intensify. Aiden gave her a quick peck on her lips and pulled her hand towards somewhere, a very strong excited aura spreading through the halls as the king and queen of Arendelle ran and laughed, their childish side they have blooming.

Soon enough, Elsa recognized the place Aiden led her to as a training room since a line of sheathed swords in their stands are placed on the side of the spacious training center, bent shields piled up in a corner. Dozens of dumbbells and impossible to reach monkey bars are also placed in the other half space of the room.

"Is this your training room?" Elsa curiously asks.

"Indeed it is, love. But sometimes Magoo and I prefer to fence outside in the fresh air. But I brought you here for a different reason, I can't possibly fence with my wife. I'd surely lose." Aiden grinned.

Elsa smiled mischievously, "I can hold a sword quite well."

"Indeed, snowflake, but again, I brought you here for some other reason. It's just that... We haven't danced, in a while." Aiden bashfully rubbed his arm.

"D-dance?" Elsa blushed, again.

"Slow dance, maybe. I just want to feel the rhythm with you once again. Your moves are just so... Alluring." Aiden sighed almost too dreamily, "But this time, I want the both of us to feel the moment. I'm sure we can whip up a song for our little show."

Elsa looked at her feet shyly, ".. Okay, lover."

Aiden kissed her nose, "I've always wondered why you always call me that adorable nickname."

Elsa smiled, "Because you really are my lover. Nobody else's." She brushed their noses together, her arms wrapped around his neck.

"Possessive snowflake. I like it." Aiden laughs, "Of course, love. I'm only yours to take. My lips are yours to kiss alone."

Elsa smirked and kissed him, before pulling away and saying, "Let's just dance as you wished to."

Aiden chuckled, "Of course, my love."

Elsa = Italic
Aiden = Bold

We could leave the Christmas lights up 'til January, this is our place, we make the rules. And there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you, dear. Have I known you twenty seconds or twenty years?

He smiled, taking her hand and pulling her to their usual position, his hand at the small of her back and her hand on his shoulder. Soon enough, they're already dancing around the training room in a world of their own; her piercing blue eyes locking into his green ones, just like the similar first interaction they made during the European Summit.

It was like retelling their little love story again, how she found a broken, cold and resentful man beneath the mask of a perfect Prince Charming. Beautiful girl she is, she mended and sewed his wounded heart and brought him to a state of metanoia.

Can I go, where you go?
Can we always, be this close?
Forever and ever, and ever?
And ah, take me out, and take me home. You're my, my, my, my... Lover.

She didn't forget to sneak a kiss against his cheek, her finger tracing the muscles of his neck once she sung the last part.

We could light a bunch of candles, and dance around the kitchen, baby. Pictures of when we were young, would hang on the wall. We would sit on the stoop, I'll sing love songs to you when we're eighty.

Elsa brushed some of his hair covering his face, she knew of this oath he had took upon himself to love her endlessly until they were no longer but bones beneath layers of earth—but they still got time. Eons of it.

See, I finally got you now honey, I won't let you fall.

Can I go, where you go?
Can we always, be this close? Forever and ever? And ah, take me out, and take me home, forever and ever. You're my, my, my, my... Lover.

Aiden lifted her gently, his hands on her hips. He twirled her slowly, before setting her down on her feet again. Elsa wrapped her hand around his tightly, raising it up as if they had experienced such victory.

Ladies and gentlemen, will you please stand? With every ounce of my magic in hand, I take this magnetic force of a man to be my... Lover~

He pulled her close, possessively pressing her up against his chest with a protective, caving expression on his face as he sang with her happily.

Look at my eyes, they will tell you the truth. The girl in my story has always been you, I'd go down with the Titanic it's true, for you... Lover~

And you'll save, all your cheesiest jokes for me. And at every table, I'll save you a seat, lover~ (Save you a seat!)

Can I go, where you go? (Can I go where you go baby?)
Can we always, be this close? Forever and ever, and ah, take me out, and take me home, forever and ever.

You're my, my, my, my..
Oh, you're my, my, my, my..
Darling you're my, my, my, my..
Lover.
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"That, was amazing." Aiden panted, yet still managed to flash her a satisfied smile, "You're truly a great singer, snowflake."

"Flatterer," Elsa laughed, giggling as she smoothed down her dress, "You're not so bad yourself... Lover."

Aiden blushed, "A-ah, thank you, Elsa."

There was something about him that always excites her. They've been married for almost a year now and they still couldn't get enough of one another. Everyday waking up next to this woman is just like bliss, and everyday smiling and laughing with this man is just like a journey with no risks.

They are just so glad they found each other, after all.

If they could just list down so many things they love about each other, it would take ten parchments or more to fully indicate little things they cherish about one's form.

"Let's go, I'm sure our baggage is loaded to the travel ship. Let's fetch Chandler and Auriana from their nannies and, let's speak with Ronald." Aiden ushered, casually exiting the training room with his wife in his arms.

Okay... Lover.