"People of Duloc, Welcome..."
Elsa knew that she was falling in love.
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, she pulled the covers around herself...
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