A/N: Rated for implications.
The sunlight against her eyelids prodded her awake. Elsa could not recall her dream once consciousness gripped her but the feelings that lingered left her skin flushed. When her eyes fluttered open, she found she was still in the bedsheets she entangled herself in during the night prior. The soft clean cotton felt like clouds against her bare skin. After stretching, her hands reached for the headboard as her toes pointed towards the edge of the bed, she remembered she laid naked on the feather stuffed mattress.
Elsa sat up to get ready for the day, to put on her queenly façade and take on the responsibilities she inherited but only realized she had overslept and it was already a lazy hour in the late morning. Concern rose in her as she questioned why Gerda failed to wake her since she was unable to awake earlier on her own, but the night's impassioned events came back to her all at once. Her head whipped around to look behind her.
Disheveled auburn hair peeked out from under the blankets.
The queen tugged at the sheets and discovered the sleeping prince in her bed. Her cheeks flared at the sight of him; he too was naked with freckles dotting his face, neck, and shoulders. His chest rose with each intake of breath and it took every fiber of her willpower to keep herself from observing further on.
She released a sharp breath and ran a hand through her hair. Elsa sat there in delightful silence, remembering the moments she and the prince shared together in the wee hours of early morning. Her cheeks felt hot and she placed a hand against them, summoning her magic at its faintest to enjoy the cold against the heat of her blush.
Hans…
Elsa recited his name to herself and smiled. She slowly reached for him, her fingers brushed against his facial hair, sideburns she considered gaudy at first. But after feeling them tickle the inside of her thighs last night, she decided they were tolerable.
Hans stirred at her touch as it left dainty trails of frost on his face and she pulled away. She watched him take in a deep breath and the corner of his lips twitch as though he tried to keep himself from smiling.
Mischief tingled at her fingertips and she suddenly placed a hand flat against his chest.
A yelp broke through his lips and he sat up to swat at her hand. Elsa brought it to her mouth to hold in a laugh as she looked from his face to the thin flakes of ice that already started to melt and trickle over his skin.
She met his eyes and smiled shyly. He smirked and raked his hair back.
"Good morning, my queen."
"Good morning, my prince."