Author's note: Here we are! The end of the story. It's bittersweet for me, I love this universe! I never expected, when I began it over a year ago, that it would become this monster of a story, but I wouldn't change the journey. Emma and Killian, Liam and Elsa, have a special place in my heart and I am grateful for all the kudos and support from all of you! I hope you enjoy this final installment. As always, I don't like saying goodbye, so I'll just say, until we meet again!

Disclaimer: Still, no.

Epilogue 2

"Elsa?"

The Queen smiled, her sister's voice very welcome right now. She was in serious danger of being too far inside her own head, today of all days. "Come in, Anna."

Anna tip toed into the suite, looking very beautiful and grown up in her soft green gown. Braids gone, her auburn hair was piled on top of her head, crowned by a small tiara. Since Elsa was Queen, her wedding was destined to be a much more formal affair than her best friend's had been a few months before. Emma's wedding was simple and elegant, the trappings of royalty kept to an absolute minimum. Elsa had originally wanted something smiliar, but her Council disagreed. There had not been a royal wedding in Arendelle since her mother's time, and Gerda was not the reigning monarch then. Her Council insisted that a wedding with all the pomp and circumstance would be good for her kingdom. Liam was a popular figure amongst the people; they remembered his near death experience trying to keep her kingdom safe from Hans, his kindness to all he met. Let the people see how happy you are together, her Council advised, let them bask in the fairy tale.

She and Liam discussed it at length. They were both so private; neither relished being put on display. But they both understood their duty to Arendelle, both dedicated to being good rulers. Liam left the ultimate decision up to her; their wedding was ultimately her day. He, Liam liked to tease, was merely her Captain, ever willing to serve her.

After a lot of thinking and soul searching in her ice palace, she made her choice. She was the Queen, she did not wish to be some remote figure people feared. If her coronation taught her anything, it was not to run from her fears. If she and Liam were going to be happy, then their marriage needed to strike the right tone. Behind closed doors, they could indulge in their own brand of happiness.

"You're not dressed yet?" Anna asked, drawing Elsa from her thoughts.

Elsa blushed; she still wore the silk robe Liam had wrapped her in before he left to prepare for the ceremony. Blessedly, they chose to forgo the tradition of spending the night apart. Elsa was not a virgin queen by any means and did not have parents to keep happy. She was her own woman, one who knew precisely who and what she wanted. Even though Liam had left her a few hours ago, she missed him fiercely. Unless he was seeing to his duties as her Admiral, he usually wasn't far away. They genuinely enjoyed spending time together, whether reading together on the window seat in the library, out riding or sailing the fjords, or making love in their huge bed.

"I was...thinking, I guess."

"Are you nervous?"

Elsa smiled. If there was one thing she was not, it was nervous. It was so different from her coronation. The last few months all she felt was peace and love and security. "Actually, no. I thought I would be? But it already feels like Liam and I are married. Does that make sense?"

Anna grinned. "Yeah. I get that."

Elsa giggled. "How is Kristoff?"

"Looking for the boys when I left him. And grumbling about his suit. He'll be okay."

"I'm sure he'll be very handsome."

"OH! He got a haircut!"

"What?! Why?"

Anna looked thoughtful and dreamy at the same time. Elsa hadn't seen Kristoff since yesterday afternoon; whatever he looked like now, Anna clearly approved. "I think he's trying to fit in," she said at last. "Which is silly! I love him just the way he is. But..." She smiled. "I do like it." She spent a good portion of last night showing Kristoff just how much she liked it. "But maybe he'll grow it back for our wedding?"

"Anna, you could ask him to chase a star in the sky and he'd do it. He adores you."

"Like Liam adores you. Mama would be happy for us, Elsa."

It was Elsa's turn to look thoughtful. She sat on the nearby bench, hands in her lap. She no longer wore her gloves, her fears no longer ruled her, but some habits were never really broken. "I hope so. I miss her."

Anna sat next to her. "Me too." She took one of Elsa's hands in hers. "They're watching over us, Elsa. I believe that."

"I..." She made her peace with her parents, forgave them for what they did to her, but she still worried. "Do you think I'm doing the right thing? Walking alone?" With her father dead, there was no close male member of her family to give her away. Elsa bristled against that tradition anyway; she was a grown woman, an anointed Queen, she did not need to be given to anyone. But her Council fretted. Elsa knew if she asked Emma's father to serve, he would. David and her father had been great friends, David himself now a bit of a surrogate father to her and Anna. However, when Elsa looked at her father's portrait, it felt wrong.

Anna cocked her head; she hadn't seen Elsa look so unsure in months. "I think so. You're the Queen! You can do this, Elsa. Ignore the old blowhards."

Elsa found herself smiling, Anna never failed to say exactly what she was thinking. "Thanks, Anna."

Anna threw her arms around her sister; she was so happy for Elsa. Happy and proud. Her sister was the strongest person Anna knew; seeing Elsa happy was all she wanted. "I love you, Elsa."

"Love you, too, Anna."

"Want some help getting dressed?"

"Please." She wiped hastily at a tear; Elsa didn't want to cry today. Today was for happiness, not tears. Anna hurried off to retrieve Elsa's gown and Elsa turned to her vanity and picked up her brush. As she began to brush out the long locks, there was a knock at her door.

"Elsa? It's Emma. May I come in?"

Elsa hurried to the door and opened it herself. "Emma!" Her friend too was in her bridesmaid gown, the same shade as Anna's but a very different cut. Emma was stunning, her silver tiara on her head, the green the same shade as her eyes. The friends hugged tightly; Emma and Killian were still on their honeymoon, making a special trip to Arendelle for the wedding. "Everything okay out there?"

Emma closed the door behind her. "As well as can be. Killian's with Liam."

Elsa felt a twinge of apprehension. "Did you see Liam? How is he?"

Emma gently took Elsa's shoulders. "Yes, I saw him. Yes, he misses you, but he's fine. I think he needed some brother time, you know?"

Elsa relaxed. If there was one shadow in their lives, it was the brothers Jones' separation. Liam missed Killian a lot; they exchanged correspondence at least once a week, no matter where in the world Killian was. Elsa encouraged it; she often sent Emma letters in the same pouch. They were all family, shared those amazing weeks in Arendelle together, and they missed each other. Elsa and Liam agreed their wedding would not be complete if their entire family couldn't be there. Killian and Emma arrived two days ago, fresh from a stop to the seafaring kingdom of Ariel and Eric. Killian proudly stepped down from the Jewel as her Captain; even Elsa saw the difference in him. He was the man Liam hoped he'd be; Elsa was happy for him. He and Emma were just as in love as ever, the picture of happily ever after.

"That's good. They've missed each other."

Emma sighed. "Yeah. He looks forward to Liam's letters. We left a bit early, I could see he was restless."

"We're not leaving a for few more days. They should spend some time together."

"Where is he taking you?"

"He won't tell me! At first I thought we'd go sailing like you and Killian, but Liam says we're going to be spending our honeymoon on dry land." It was mildly frustrating; she wasn't fond of being kept in suspense. But she couldn't deny him, not when he pouted so adorably. Elsa didn't care where they went, as long as they were together.

"At least dry land will have a bed?" Emma said slyly.

Elsa flushed. "Does it ever go away? I didn't think it was possible to want so much." She could talk to Emma about this; she felt the same way about Killian. They were a very affectionate (and passionate) couple.

"Gods, I hope not!" They both laughed. "Seriously, though, Elsa. I'm sure you'll have an amazing time no matter where you go."

"I just want to be his wife. Finally." They'd known each other for less than a year, but it felt like longer. He was more than just her lover; he was her other half. They belonged together.

"I can honestly tell you it was the happiest moment of my life," Emma said, cheeks a happy pink. "Everything fell into place, you know?"

Elsa grinned. "Do you remember when you came here?"

"You were all alone in that tiny room. It was freezing!"

Elsa pressed her palm to Emma's. "Who have thought all this was possible then?"

Emma's hand glowed gold; Elsa could feel the magic flicking over her skin, warm and soothing. "I knew you could do it, Elsa. You just had to trust yourself."

"I couldn't have done it without you. You and Killian. Liam. Anna. Even Kristoff. You gave me something to believe in. You gave me back a family. Thank you, Emma."

Emma hugged her friend, her sister. "We're always going to be family, Elsa. All of us."

More tears threatened, but Elsa kept a tight reign on her emotions. She was much more in control of her powers, but strong emotions still affected her. Anna returned with her gown, hugging Emma very enthusiastically. It was good to share this moment with her sisters.

"So show me this dress!" Emma cried, beaming. "Anna's been talking about it since I got here!"

With more care than Elsa expected, Anna peeled off the cloth cover. The gown was blue, a very pale blue, to offset Elsa's snow white hair. Liam liked her in blue; it would make her a very striking firgure beside his uniform. Sleeveless and strapless, it was much more daring than royal brides before her. Much more daring than Elsa could have ever imagined herself before that night she embraced her powers. She didn't even have a veil; the concept an anathema to her. She was through hiding who and what she was.

"Liam's going to love this," Emma said knowingly. "It's gorgeous."

"I suggested the snowflakes," Anna said, smoothing down the shimmering cloth. "See how they shine in the light?"

"I did it," Elsa said. "After they finished making it. It was just missing something. When Anna mentioned the snowflakes, it was easy."

"Do you mind if I add a little something?"

"Of course not!" Elsa watched as Emma touched her fingertips to the satin, aqua blue swirls spreading out across the cloth. It was subtle, but there, giving the impression of ocean waves. "Oh Emma, it's wonderful! Thank you!"

"It's not too much?" Emma didn't want to step on anyone's toes.

"No," Anna said firmly. "It's amazing! Can you do something to mine?"

"Sure!" Another touch and embroidered flowers bloomed over Anna's skirt, running like vines. Pale warm pastels set off the green beautifully. Emma then did her own to match. "I love that you wanted a spring wedding, Elsa."

"Me too. Now I think we need to hurry or we're going to be late!"

"Penny for your thoughts, brother?"

Liam turned away from the window, relaxing his grip on his hat. He wasn't nervous, he was anxious. He waited so long for this day, he couldn't wait for Elsa to meet him at the altar. "I'm not nervous, so don't ask."

Killian chuckled. "Of course you're not. You're just about to marry the bloody Queen of Aredelle."

"Like you married the Crown Princess of Misthaven?"

"Touché. Bloody hell, I was a wreck."

"I remember. You were fine once it all started."

"I wasn't fine until she was beside me. Part of me still feared she'd change her mind."

"Never. I've never seen a woman so in love as Emma."

"Not even Elsa?"

"Unfair, brother. They're not the same." Elsa was like him, far more guarded in public than in private. When they were alone, she was loving and affectionate, always within arm's reach. She could be simply Elsa and not the Queen. But he did enjoy when the Queen came out to play. Elsa blossomed as a woman, as a lover, in the months they'd been together. They would never get tired of each other, finding new ways to explore their love.

"Aye, they are. But they still chose us."

"Lucky we are for it, too." Liam placed a hand on his brother's shoulder. "I am glad you're here, Killian. I would not want to do this without you."

"Who'd have thought I'd beat you to the altar?"

Liam chuckled. "I did. You're a fine sailor, brother, but you are meant to have a wife and a family. I can imagine no better wife for you than Emma."

"She's amazing. Did I tell you she's maneuvered her way to first mate? Unofficially, of course."

Liam was not surprised. "Technically as the princess, she outranks you."

"You'd never know it. She's not just lounging around the ship. The men love her, would follow her anywhere. It's quite a thing to see."

And that was why the Princess was the perfect woman for Killian. They shared the same passions, the same adventurous spirit, but with a yearning for home. Home they now had in each other. Liam was thrilled for his little brother. "Enjoy these adventures while you can, little brother. Sooner than you think you'll have little ones."

Killian blushed. "Not too soon. We're not ready yet."

"But you will be. I expect you to bring my nieces and nephews to visit often."

"Optimistic, are we, brother?" Killian rolled his eyes. "No, I think this is one aspect of married life that you and Elsa will beat us. You're ready to be a father, Liam."

Liam shrugged. "Right now, all I want is Elsa. How much longer?" He hadn't thought much of it when he agreed to a midafternoon wedding; as long as Elsa met him at the altar, the details did not matter. But now, time seemed to drag, moving slower than molasses that got too close to Elsa.

"Very soon, Liam. Relax. At least you don't have that bloody dwarf shouting!"

Liam laughed, tension easing. Kristoff found them; the brothers almost didn't recognize him. The big man cut his hair short, looking more like a gentleman and less like a mountain man. Still his height and discomfort gave him away. "Kristoff, mate, did Anna put you up to this?"

Kristoff shook his head. "No, this was all me. It seemed like a good idea at the time. But I feel naked."

"Don't take this the wrong way, mate, but you look very smart," Killian said seriously. "What does Anna think?"

Kristoff, scratched the back of his neck, now bare due to the haircut. "She likes it, I think. I just didn't want to stand out today, you know?"

Liam frowned. "You're a part of this family, Kristoff. Haircut or no. I wouldn't have asked you to stand up with me if I didn't think of you as a brother." He and Kristoff got on well, spending time together when their ladies were off entertaining themselves with sisterly pursuits. It helped him miss Killian a little less; he now had two brothers to mentor and look after.

"Thanks, Liam. I've...never had brothers. It's just been me and Sven." The trolls were the closest thing to family he had before meeting Anna.

"You do now," Killian said, clapping him on the forearm. "And we stick together."

"That's right," Liam agreed. "There's no one else I would rather have stand with me. Brothers." He held out his hand, but when Kristoff went to shake it, Liam pulled him into a hug. He hugged Killian too, squeezing extra tight, knowing these moments with his brother were precious. They would be taking care of their own families soon, wives and children. They'd come a long way from two orphans from a little port that no one had ever heard of.

Horns sounded, signaling it was time. Liam found his hat and tucked it under his arm, leading the others to the chapel. It was the same chapel Elsa had her coronation, bringing back memories for all. It was decorated much differently than before, the aisle lined with spring blooms, wood polished until it gleamed, the stained glass casting colorful light across the stone. It was a beatiful space, in need of very little embellishment. Guests filled the pews, mostly nobility, but Emma's parents occupied the seats usually reserved for the parents of the bride. Liam was honored they wanted to attend; he knew it wasn't solely because he and Killian were brothers. Snow's desire to be a mother figure for all of them was genuine; she was always sending letters, remembering birthdays and little things like that. Liam knew how much that meant, not only to him, but to Elsa—who lost her mother before she was able to reconcile with her—it meant even more. He nodded to the King and Queen, smiling as Snow waved back. The petite queen was a bit teary and the ceremony hadn't even begun yet.

"Do you think everything's ready?" Elsa asked, biting her lip.

"Everything is fine," Emma soothed, rechecking her friend's hair. Her silver crown lay nestled in the white blonde locks, braided in her signature loose braid. They tried a variety of styles, but none of them felt quite right. Elsa knew that Liam liked her hair loose, but she only did that when they were alone. It felt she would be violating their private space if she did made that choice.

"Everyone's here!" Anna squealed, taking a peek through the heavy doors. "Wow, I didn't think we knew that many people!"

Emma and Elsa shared a smile; Anna's optimism was infectious. "Ready, Elsa?"

She felt her heart racing but forced herself to be calm. It was easy, recalling that Liam was waiting for her. "Yes."

"Remember, count to a hundred, then follow us." Elsa would be alone in the nave once her bridesmaids headed down the aisle, a solitary figure. They'd practiced a couple of times, but this was the part she dreaded. Waiting.

The palace guard clicked their staves on the floor three times, the signal for the guests to rise. The massive doors opened, strings playing a traditional Arendelle song as Anna started down the aisle, a clutch of spring flowers in her hands. All the flowers were a gift from Grand Pabbie and the trolls, as they declined to attend the actual ceremony. The trolls hadn't left their hollow in many, many years; Elsa had gone there in person to invite them, but Grand Pabbie pointed out that their presence would distract from what should be the center of attention. You and your Captain will have a long, happy life together, Grand Pabbie said that day. Your parents would be proud of you, Elsa.

Anna spotted Kristoff, once again on the second step, his face softening the moment their eyes locked. She gave him a little wave and more than one person chuckled quietly. The royal family was more beloved than ever, in no small part due to Anna's friendly personality. She could connect to people in a way Elsa couldn't; there was no one who did not wish the bubbly princess to be happy.

Emma counted to twenty, then followed. She saw her parents, sitting in almost the exact same place she had sat with Killian at Elsa's coronation. Snow dabbed at her eyes as Emma passed, smiling, tucked into David's side. Then her gaze alighted on Killian, painfully handsome in his uniform, his captain's rank resting far more easily on his shoulders than it did just a few weeks ago. He smiled at her, a heartmelting smile and she felt her cheeks warm. She couldn't wait to be back in his arms. Love you, he mouthed as she passed.

Love you too, she said back.

Everyone turned toward the door, toward the dark hole from which Elsa would emerge. Arendelle didn't have the same traditions as Misthaven, Liam was free to watch his bride approach. He kept his hands locked behind him, hoping no one would see them shaking. He finally understood how Killian felt, just waiting for Emma.

Elsa took deep breaths, counting the final ten beats in her mind. When she reached one hundred, she stepped forward, one foot in front of the other, slow, steady, feeling surprisingly light on her feet. Her eyes searched for Liam, waiting for her, always waiting for her. His warm blue gaze locked with hers and suddenly nothing else mattered, not the curtsying guests, not her stubborn Councillors, not the myriad of decisions she made every day. It felt like she and Liam were the only two people in the room.

Liam's heart sped up; he couldn't stop staring at her. She was more beautiful than ever, her very being seemed to shine. She smiled, a bit shy, her cheeks a bit pink, her eyes shining. The blue gown was so intricate and stunning, the skirt swayed like a rolling ocean. She was the embodiment of everything he held dear; his heart threatened to beat right out of his chest.

Elsa ascended the short set of steps, slipping her arm into Liam's; he covered her hand with his larger one, his thumb rubbing the back of her hand. A sense of peace settled over her, her Liam always a soothing presence. This was what Emma had been talking about, this feeling of rightness, that everything was in its place. Elsa was exactly where she was meant to be.

Liam was so distracted by her that the bishop had to prompt him twice to say his vows. Services in Arendelle were blessedly short, but they had a formality and a flow that was usually rehearsed until all understood their parts. He and Elsa were too busy entertaining their visiting family to spend much time with rehearsing. All they had to do was repeat after the bishop; it shouldn't have been that hard. Unfortunately, he was a man very enamored with his bride and not exactly paying attention. A ripple of laughter went through the crowd, but when Liam did speak, his voice was steady and clear, promising to love and cherish Elsa for all the days of their lives.

Elsa felt a tear slip down her cheek, Liam gently thumbed it away, smiling softly. She had to take a deep breath to compose herself, hearing the actual vows hit her harder than she thought they would. She knew Liam loved her, but old fears died hard. She held his hands firmly in hers, no longer afraid, and repeated the vows back to him, her voice softer but steady. Liam's wide happy grin just made her feel good, a happy shiver running all the way to her toes. When it was time for the rings, Killian appeared with matching silver bands, a single snowflake etched into the inside. Hers joined her mother's ring on her left hand, fitting together like two pieces of a puzzle, her past and her future. After sliding Liam's larger one onto his finger, she brought his hand to her lips, unable to help herself. He shivered, her lips a terrible tease. They had to turn back to the bishop so he could finish the service before he could kiss her.

Their hands were tightly clasped, the bishop asking them to kneel so he could bless their union. They kept stealing glances, both clearly thinking the same thing. The moment they had leave to rise, Liam held out his hand, helping her stand and tipping her chin up. She melted into his kiss, unable to stop from kissing him back, with a little more enthusiasm than even she expected. "Love you," he whispered against her lips.

"Love you," she replied just as softly. Cheers filled the chapel and they had to break apart, his hand never leaving hers as they accepted the well wishes of their guests. Emma made petals fall from the ceiling as the couple stepped down the stairs, twin joyful smiles curving their lips. Elsa picked up a bit of her skirt in her hand, leading Liam from the chapel and into the passage that led to the ballroom. But Liam surprised her, picking her up by the waist and spinning her around, her skirt flaring as she giggled happily. It was quite unlike him, but she was not about to argue. Setting her on her feet, Elsa swayed for a moment, Liam's mouth crashing down on hers. She clutched at his neck, nipping playfully at his lips.

"Careful, my Queen," Liam growled. "Or we'll have to skip the reception entirely."

"Wife," she countered, combing her fingers through his short curls. "I'm your wife."

"Aye." He kissed her again, holding her firmly by the waist. She was so tiny; part of him wanted to protect her (even though she could handle herself and he loved that) while part of him wanted to strip her down and worship her. But they had a duty to their guests, to her people, a duty that came before their personal joy. "Shall we, love?"

Reluctantly, Elsa nodded. "Of course, Captain."

Liam smiled, lightly kissing the back of her hand. Despite his elevation to Admiral, Elsa still liked to call him her Captain. To be honest, he preferred it as well; he still wasn't sure he'd earned his new rank. It was a huge responsibility but Elsa believed in him; he refused to let her down. Slipped her arm through his, they took the passage to the balcony where Elsa's people were waiting. The courtyard below was filled with people, all ages, all strata of society, high and low, waiting patiently for their Queen and her new consort. A huge cheer went up, people waving flags and streamers, the nearest trying to toss flowers toward the couple. Elsa found herself smiling, waving to acknowledge the well wishes.

Liam stiffened, still not accustomed to all the attention. He much preferred to deal wth people one on one or in small groups, but there were hundreds of people down there, pouring out their adulation. Elsa rubbed his forearm, sensing his discomfort. "Just a few more minutes," she soothed.

"Relax, brother." Liam turned; Killian was there, Emma on his arm. The crowd erupted again; they remembered the memorable engagement party Elsa held for them before they sailed back to Misthaven. The memory made Liam smile; this was their life now, married to royalty.

"Easier said than done," he countered, but his heart was already steadier.

"Just smile and wave," Emma said.

"You might want to kiss her too," Killian teased.

"Stuff it, Killian," Liam groused. But he knew his brother was right. "Elsa?"

"Can't hurt, right?" She ran her hands soothingly over his arms, kissing her Liam was never a hardship. He smiled back at her, one hand cupping her chin. The kiss was sweet, tender, making her hear flutter even as the crowd ate it up. She licked her lips when Liam finally straightened; she could only imagine how it would feel when they were finally alone.

All four royal couples made an appearance on the crowded balcony, waving to the crowd. Emma and Elsa put a bit of their magic on display, to the delight of the people. It was such a difference from her coronation, where she'd fled in fear. Her people accepted her and were no longer afraid; that meant the world to her. They were happy to see their Queen happy and in love, bringing back fond memories of her parents before her.

"They'll be feasting well into the night," Killian observed as headed back inside. Public duties taken care of, they could enjoy a more private celebration inside. Elsa hadn't wanted a formal wedding feast; she liked the idea of enjoying time with family and friends without a lot of formality. There was one final task to complete before the ball could truly begin: the nobility's acknowledgment of Liam as her husband and consort. Their family entered the ballroom one by one, the crier announcing each couple. Snow and David, Emma and Killian, Anna and Kristoff.

"Queen Elsa of Arendelle and Admiral Liam Jones, Prince Consort of Arendelle!"

They stepped into the enormous room, heads held high, ascending the steps to the top of the dais. Elsa's throne was much the same, but now a smaller cushioned throne sat beside it. Liam waited until she sat before taking his own seat, painfully aware of all the eyes on them. He kept his posture ramrod straight, his naval training hiding his nerves. He never wanted to usurp Elsa's rightful place, all he wanted was to support her as Queen. After discussing it, they decided on the title of Prince Consort, again ignoring the advice of some of her Councillors.

One by one, the members of her nobility stepped forward, offering their congratulations and swearing their allegiance to the royal couple. Even old Lord Bole knelt respectfully, his suspicion of foreigners being proved wrong over and over in Liam's time there. It was a long ceremony but a necessary one. Once it was over, Elsa stood.

"We are so pleased that you could join us," she said, her voice much stronger than she expected. Liam gave her the confidence to be the sort of Queen she wanted to be. "A friend once told me that her wedding was the happiest moment of her life." She smiled at Emma and Killian, then looked back to extend her hand to her husband. "A sentiment that sounds unlikely until you experience it." She squeezed Liam's hand. "Arendelle has been through much in the last year and we are thankful for all of your support and well wishes. Now, please, enjoy yourselves. Your Queen commands it!" She smiled, hoping everyone got her little joke.

A ripple of laughter went through the crowd and the orchestra took up her call. Music filled the room, the crowd parting so Elsa could share a dance with her handsome husband.

"Someone who didn't know you would think you liked bossing people around," Liam teased, his warm hand settling on her waist.

Her blue eyes sparkled with promise. "Perhaps I do. I am the Queen."

"That you are." His lips dropped to her ear. "My Queen."

She shivered, eyes fluttering closed as they began the dance. She trusted Liam to lead her. Their movements were fluid and sure, her skirt swirling around them. She opened her eyes, instantly locking her gaze with his, the rest of the world falling away. This was why she loved him, he could see deep into her soul, into her heart, and seeing Elsa and not the Queen or the sorceress. Even if she was simply Elsa, he would love her, lay the world at her feet.

Liam had seen Elsa accomplish many wondrous things with her magic, but for him, this was the real magic. He never expected to fall in love, for his life to change to so radically, but he didn't regret a second. Even those weeks without her were something he looked on with fondness, because it revealed just how deeply this woman had wheedled her way into his soul. She was his soulmate, his lover, his Queen and he would proudly remain by her side always.

After the first dance, they retreated, allowing the other couples to have some time in the spotlight. It was their duty to greet and thank as many of their guests as possible, a task that would normally be performed by the bride's parents. In lieu of them, Elsa felt it was her duty, understanding that her accessibility was what would help make her a successful monarch. Her situation was much more stable than it was at her coronation, but it was forever a work in progress. This was made easier by Liam, who never took his hand away from her lower back and hip, surreptitiously drawing circles with his fingers. It was both soothing and a terrible tease all at once, but she wouldn't give up his touch for anything.

They just had to make it for a few more hours, then the fun could truly begin.

The boom of fireworks faded as the newlywed couple hurried down the hall. They stayed late into the festivities, as the host, it was difficult for Elsa to just sneak off with her husband, no matter how much she wished it. Her wedding was as much of a political moment as a personal one, since being legitimately married would guarantee any heirs produced after this night could not be challenged by anyone. It was something the old guard worried about, their Queen unashamedly sleeping with her fiancé before they could be married. Elsa refused to discuss her personal life with them—it wasn't any of their business—she was happy and that was all that mattered to her. Liam worried about it though, which was why she was still drinking her tea daily.

Not until after Anna's wedding would they seriously consider starting a family.

Now she was practically dragging Liam down the hall, having waited far too long to get away.

"Elsa, love, slow down."

"Why?"

He tugged on her hand, bringing them to a stop in the middle of the hall. "Because I've imagined this moment for too long to rush it." He dipped his head and kissed her, a deliberate gentle molding of their lips. Elsa felt her knees weaken, gripping his biceps to remain upright. Holding her hips, Liam backed them into a pillar, looming over her as his lips and scruff played over the delicate skin of her throat. "Bloody hell, you smell fantastic."

Elsa clutched at his uniform, the roughness of his scruff making her want. They'd been together just that morning, but it felt longer. She felt giddy, excited to start this new chapter in their lives the right way. "Liam...oh." He sucked on her racing pulse, lightly thrusting his hips against her. She could feel him through the layers of clothing, teasing her.

"Would you like me to mark you, Elsa?" he growled into her skin. "Stake my claim on you?"

She could hardly think, let alone speak. "Please," she panted, fingers in his hair. "Please."

Her gown exposed so much of her pale perfect flesh; Liam could not resist her plea. He bit down gently on the junction of her neck and shoulder, sucking greedily on her skin. Need burned through her, wetness soaking her panties. He didn't stop until the mark was red and tender, a blatant sign that she was his.

"Liam...gods, I need..."

"I know, lass." He scooped her up and marched down the hall to their suite, the usual guards given the evening off. It was difficult for him to focus, Elsa's lips firmly attached to his neck. She was so much more secure in her body, her sexuality; it was humbling that he brought that out of her, that she trusted him that much. It took him three tries to open the door, loudly kicking it shut once they were inside. He spun them around and pressed Elsa against it, kissing her deeply.

It was so liberating, no prying eyes or ears to see how unqueenly she truly was. In this room, she wasn't the Queen of Arendelle, she was simply Elsa, a woman passionately in love with her husband and craving his touch.

"Love you," Liam whispered against her lips. "So much."

"Me...too," she panted, her heart racing, skin tingling. "Make love to me, Liam."

"All in good time." He needed her just as badly, but he did not want to rush their first time as a married couple. He took her hands and guided her to the soft chair, pulling her down into his lap. She straddled his thighs, yards of cloth pooling around her hips.

"Too many clothes," she complained.

"No magic?" he asked, fingers sliding over the bodice of her gown.

"Nope. Wanted you to undress me."

A low growl caught in his throat; he lunged forward to capture her lips in fierce kiss. "I can never resist you, Elsa."

"Then don't." She guided his hands behind her back, encouraging him to untie the laces of her gown. She kept him occupied with kisses, her hands not idle, peeling the heavy uniform jacket from his body. She was faster than he, forcing him to pause while she yanked jacket, vest and linen shirt from his torso. She ran her nails through his chest hair, making him hiss in pleasure.

"Bloody hell, Elsa."

She ducked down to kiss him swiftly. "Hurry," she pleaded. "Need your hands on me." Liam's rough sailor's hands felt so amazing on her soft skin; she felt too hot, stifled, in the heavy gown. She arched, her breasts pressing against the top of her bodice, teasing him. Liam redoubled his efforts, nearly tearing the dress as he ripped out the laces holding it together. Bodice loose, Elsa stood on shaky legs to shimmy out of it, Liam's breath hitching at the sight of her.

Naked aside from ice blue panties, utterly sodden with her juices.

"Fuck."

Elsa grinned and climbed back into his lap. She grabbed his hands and drew them up to her chest, cupping her aching breasts. "Yes."

His cock throbbed, his trousers painfully tight, but he didn't dare ask her to move. Liam had every intention of making her scream his name over and over and over again before the night was through. He kneaded the round globes, stroking the nipples to sharp points, perfect for sucking. Elsa keened as he suckled, a jolt of lust making her quiver. "Oh gods, more."

He switched, fingers plucking at the abandoned breast, loving the way she writhed in his lap. It was torture, her heat grinding against his tented bulge, but he loved seeing her lose control. "That's it, love," he praised. "So beautiful."

She braced one hand on his chest, the other sliding down her belly. Liam loved it when she pleasured herself. She was already wound so tightly, hungry for more of this, for more of him, eager to test her body's limits.

Liam groaned went he caught her fingers dipping into her silk panties. "Come for me, my Queen," he murmured, tongue lashing her straining taut nipple. His hands settled on her ass, cupping the firm globes, guiding her as she ground against him. She shuddered hard, her touch quick and sure on her sopping flesh. She secretly loved this, this little performance for her Captain, the hunger in his eyes as he watched her fall apart. She was getting better about voicing her desires, but there were some things she still liked to keep to herself.

"Liam...oh gods, so close."

"I've got you, Elsa. Let go," he encouraged, biting back a groan. This was for her pleasure, not his. Liam had never considered himself a selfish lover, but with Elsa it was different. He truly did enjoy her pleasure just as much—if not more—as his own. She spent so much of her life caged and frightened; their bed was the one place she could be utterly unrestrained and free. She was a glorious sight to behold and he was utterly captivated by her.

Her first orgasm rippled out from her core in a rush, stealing her breath, index finger frantically rubbing her clit. She panted, a light sheen of sweat covering her, blue eyes sated. Liam gently removed her hand and licked her fingers clean, humming at her delectable taste. When he kissed her, she tasted the tang, a shiver racing down her spine. "Hmmm."

"We're just getting started, lass." Liam carried her to the bed, laying her out on the silk sheets, allowing her to watch as he finished stripping. He could not help the low moan as his cock sprang free, he ached for her.

Elsa wet her lips; she never got tired of staring at him. Her Liam was broad and tall, every bit of him in perfect proportion. And she did mean every bit. Just watching him like this renewed her desire, made her wet for him. She reached for him and he came, covering her body with his own, kissing her deeply. He settled into the cradle of her thighs, and she welcomed him, her hands sliding over his warm skin. Just to tease him she let a bit of her magic flicker on the tips of her fingers.

"Bloody fuck, woman," Liam groaned, sucking in a ragged breath. The first time she'd ever done it, it was an accident, but Liam quickly discovered that he didn't hate it. They experimented with it; the contrast of cool and hot had the ability to make him dizzy. He loved that she could bring such a fundamental part of her into their lovemaking.

"Can I try something?"

"Anything you want."

"Lay back."

Liam flopped on his back, hands reaching up to grip the headboard. When Elsa played with her magic, it was imperative for him to keep very still so she didn't hurt him accidentally. He trusted her, but he knew she still worried about it sometimes. She settled between his splayed thighs, biting her lip adorably, like she was thinking. He watched the wheels turn in her head, then she glanced at her hands. Slowly, she brought them to his chest, her thumbs rubbing over his nipples. Liam bit his lip, his breathing getting shallower and shallower as the temperature of her flesh dropped. It was like ice, but with her bare flesh, his nipples sharpening into painful points. He groaned and Elsa paused.

"Is this okay?"

"Don't stop, love. Feels amazing."

She smiled her brilliant happy smile and he would have done anything to keep that look on her face. She got bolder with her touch, her palms cool now, sliding down his chest, tracing each quivering muscle. Liam tightened his hold on the wood, his hips rocking of their own accord, desperate for her touch.

"Let me taste you, darling," he bit out, breath hitching as she got closer to his cock. "Fuck, this is torture."

"The good kind?"

"Aye, my Queen."

Elsa slipped off the last scrap of cloth covering her and moved to straddle his face. Liam kissed her inner thigh reverently, his breath warm on her aching flesh. She wanted to revel in his touch, his mouth, but she was curious too. She bent over him as he began to lick her, long warm strokes of his tongue that had her melting. It was all she could do to summon a bit of her magic, run one finger along his thick shaft. She heard his muffled curse and hoped that it was a good thing. She soothed the cool touch with her warm tongue, using the differing sensations to drive him mad. She tormented him with hands and mouth, hot and cold, even as another climax built low in her belly.

Liam could feel her shaking, her tight walls gripping his fingers. He was nearly delirious with pleasure, her warm wet mouth sucking on his cock like it was her favored treat. "Elsa," he grunted, pumping his hand even faster. "Don't want to come like that, fuck."

"Me neither," she panted, still wantonly riding his fingers. "Want your cock inside me, Liam. Please."

She had no other warning; Liam lifted her off him, his biceps bulging, quickly putting her on her hands and knees. "Spread your legs for me, love." She slipped her knees a little wider apart, sighing happily as her lover slid home, filling her to the brim with his girth.

"Oh yes, Liam, yes!" she yelled, pushing back as he took her with slow deep strokes.

"Gods, you are so wet for me," he panted. She fit him like a glove; he loved that he was the one thing that could make her hot. He grabbed her around the middle and lifted her so she was flush to his chest. Elsa squealed in delight, bouncing eagerly on his thighs. He molded his hands to her breasts, kneading and pinching the nipples. "You feel so bloody good, Elsa."

Her head lolled back against his shoulder, one hand reaching for his curls, fingers tangling in his hair. "More, more," she begged, rolling her hips with every drive of his. They'd perfected their rhythm in their months together, but she never got tired of how thick he felt inside her, stretching her, making her whole.

"Come, wife," he growled, lowering one hand to her clit. "Come for me."

Elsa shattered, their skin slapping together as she rode him, her screams echoing in the room. Liam gritted his teeth, desperate to follow her, but not quite ready to be gone from her sweet body just yet. She turned her head, kissing him wetly, still shaking. "Again," she pleaded. "Need feel you come inside me."

A desperate snarl escaped his throat, any thoughts of sweet reverent lovemaking gone from his mind. She'd had her time to play, to tease and torment him; it was his turn to make her forget her own name. One moment she was in his lap, the next she was flat on her back, moaning in ecstasy as her Captain penetrated her once more. She hitched her legs up, taking him deeply, all of him, her hands hitched around his neck so she could kiss him senseless as he fucked her.

"Close," he bit out, sucking her lip. "Fuck, I'm so close."

"Take me with you, Liam, gods." He adjusted the angle of his hips while she hurriedly rubbed her clit; in moments, they climaxed together, her spasming walls milking his pulsing cock of every drop. Liam grunted, bucking hard against her until he was spent. Elsa's whole body seemed to tingle, pleasure spiking her blood. "I love you," she breathed. "I love you, Liam."

He wanted to reply, his already stuttering heart clenching as she professed her love, but he could hardly think, let alone speak. He kissed her instead, a brief brush of lips before rolling them heavily onto their sides. He curled his tiny wife into his arms, kissing the top of her head. "My Elsa."

She smiled against his chest, still riding the high of their lovemaking. "No regrets?"

"Never." He slowly worked the braid out of her hair, combing his fingers through the white strands. "You are everything I didn't know I wanted."

Elsa found his eyes, the blue piercing her soul. "Thank you for believing in me, Liam. You never gave up on me, even when I pushed you away."

He stroked her cheek. "You were frightened, love. We found each other in the end. Now we have the whole rest of our lives together."

She took his left hand into hers, the silver band shining. "I'm going to love being married to you. I already do."

He laughed. "Feels like we've been married for months now, but aye."

"I'm sure there are some people who are glad it's official now though."

"It's none of those bloody wankers' business what happens in this room."

"Next they'll be after us to start a family," she teased.

"That, I would have no problem with, as you well know." He grinned at her.

"Don't you want us to have some time to ourselves?"

"When would that be? Before or after your sister comes to take you on some adventure?"

She flushed. "We missed so much time..."

Liam put a finger to her lips. "I'm jesting, Elsa. I would never begrudge you time with Anna. I know how important she is to you. But I would be lying if I said I wasn't looking forward to having you all to myself a few days."

"Speaking of, where are we going?"

"Can a man not surprise his wife?"

"Not when his wife is the Queen!" But she, too, was joking. She drew him in for a kiss. "I can't wait to be alone with you, husband."

"Soon," he promised. The wedding celebrations would go on for a few more days, then they'd see Killian and Emma off before going on their own honeymoon.

Three days later, the newlyweds waved from the dock as the Jewel of the Realm eased out into the bay. Liam felt a pang in his chest, sad to see his brother go, but so proud of the man he'd become. Captain of his own ship, off on another adventure with his bride. Liam's bride felt the same pang; she hated seeing Emma leave as well. But they were family now, sisters truly and she knew in her heart they'd see each other again very soon.

After all, Anna's wedding was just around the corner.

"Shall we, wife?"

Elsa smiled up at her husband; she still got a little thrill whenever Liam called her that. "Definitely."

The carriage was loaded with luggage; a single driver sat up front. They said goodbye to Anna and Kristoff, Elsa formally leaving the kingdom in her sister's keeping. Anna had grown up so much in the last few months; Elsa had no doubt she would be fine. Anna had Kristoff there to help her. Liam helped her up into the carriage before climbing in himself. He tapped hard on the roof and they set off, waving out the windows to their family and well wishers. Once they were through the gates, Elsa turned to Liam. "Are you going to tell me now?"

Liam smirked. "Very well. Do you remember telling me that you wanted to tour your kingdom?"

"Yes?"

"Well, consider this the first part of that tour. I was looking through some of the records and found a cabin that your family owns. That's where we're going."

"A cabin?"

"Well, being a royal property it's more like a manor house, but it's beautiful and well away from prying eyes. Kristoff and I went to take a look at it."

"You did?"

"Don't sound so surprised, love."

"That's not what I meant! I just...it's good to see you two together."

Liam tucked Elsa into his side. "He's family," he said simply. "Now let's relax and enjoy our honeymoon."

"Yes, sir!"

Liam looked at her in surprise then laughed. "Well, if that's how you want to play..." He hauled her into his lap and kissed her senseless, ready for the next step in their journey together. They had forever now.