It was late one night in Kristoff's new shed outside the stables, where Sven and the Icemaster's Sled were kept, that Elsa realized she had feelings for him. Though he had married her sister Anna, who would soon be delivering Arendelle its first prince in a lifetime, Elsa could not help herself from developing a rapport with him that gave way to affection, and then longing, as the hours they spent together increased, as the beloved burden of her pregnancy gradually took one step after another out of Anna's stride.
Since the fateful day Anna had saved all of them from an eternal winter blanketing Arendelle forever, Elsa had found him a warm and loving person; his clear affection for Anna knew no limits and his dedication to faithfully serving the Kingdom were just as boundless, but it was in Kristoff's thirst for knowledge that Elsa found in him a kindred spirit - in particular his thirst for knowledge about ice.
Though she could weave ice and snow from the air as easily as those with a similar proclivity could put their lips to an instrument and make music, Elsa found herself fascinated with the eagerness of her sister's lover's obsession with mastering the element by cruder means. Oh, he was a master with an ice ax and an ice pick; at his and Anna's wedding he had made a beautiful sculpture of her - it impressed all the townspeople that such an artist had lay in their midst working as a mere tradesman -but Kristoff obviously lacked the talent Elsa held by birth.
It was a week since Kristoff had left his ramshackle lean-to in the woods above the city and moved into the castle. After he'd grown comfortable enough with living under a roof and sleeping with heavy wooden walls around him every night, after he was - you might say - tamed - Kristoff approached his Queen and soon-to-be sister-in-law with a thrilling proposition.
Kristoff wished to learn from Elsa the secret to truly mastering ice as though it were part of him, as it was her. It had enthralled him since first his eyes fell on her magnificent mountain palace. Every moment his mind was not fixed on Anna, and, he would admit privately, some moments it was, Kristoff's singular obsession in life had been capturing for himself the majesty of the Ismakt - Elsa's supernatural talent that made his mundane heart bleed as if pierced by a rapier.
They began slowly, simply. Elsa placed before him a block of ice and told him to see it not as a block, but as a crystal, beautiful and mysterious in its curvature; the representation which went unspoken by her was to see the ice as a nude figure enrobed in many troublesome layers of useless fluff; to reveal the nude beneath; one needed merely to cleave away the excess; before the eye of the body could see what lie beneath the eye of the mind had to capture it through the facets obscuring and protecting its vulnerability. In his hands, Elsa felt alive through her ice.
She wasn't sure how it was happening. When Olaf would take a tumble or comically disassemble himself through some childlike capering, Elsa felt no twinges of pain or that she herself was coming unglued. She considered that it was because Olaf had been given life and was therefore severed from her in some way - fractioned off - that action upon his person did not affect her. The same was not true of the ice she made for Kristoff.
When Kristoff laid his hands upon the ice she put before him in his workshop at night, when Anna had already retired to bed and the two formerly quite lonely people found themselves absent the vivacious verve she lent their lives, when Kristoff's large and manly fingers caressed the crystals she made for him, and only for him, she could feel every nudge, every jab, every jounce of his fingers, or the hard steel of his pick, as though they fell upon her skin like a snowfall of a million warm embraces tingling across her body at once
At first, Elsa could hide it from his eyes. when Kristoff would take the special ice in hand and under her instruction use a hot knife to mold it into a shape which Elsa found matched the angle of her own curvature, she did not gasp or roar out in delight. At first she could suffer the wonderful torture in silence, and guide him in it without giving away the depths of the pleasure his remoted touch gave her for the first time in her life, something her dear sister Anna could not.
It was only after the 9th night that Kristoff had come to her for instruction that Elsa became hopelessly enveloped in lust for him. That night, after seeing his progress with carving the blocks she'd given him transformed into simple geometric shapes - or at the most figures as pillowy and incomplex as Olaf - she gave him a sphere. A sphere pure and perfect in its construction. Try though he might, Kristoff had found no cleavage in it, no sheet, no molecule which gave him excess matter to chip away and show some hidden beauty.
That night, Elsa gave him the task of exploring the ice - which she had made from a single continuous snowflake fractaling out upon itself infinitely until it reached the size of a globe - into something beautiful. She ordered him to take his tools; the knife; the chisel; the pick; the awl; and make beauty were there existed only a blank. Only Elsa knew that she had hidden a shape in the ice after all; one undiscoverable by those without supernatural powers of perception; in that sphere Elsa had hidden her heart.
When Kristoff took the knife and heated it in the candle's flame, Elsa felt desire creeping over her. Her skin erupted in gooseflesh as he drew its hot blade near the ice. When finally he struck against it, carving out a hollow in the sphere so minor it could have gone unnoticed, she felt herself convulse. Every hair on her body stood erect as he carved, and when he finally took the pick in hand, Elsa broke open.
Kristoff dropped the pick when she cried out. Startled, he wasn't sure she hadn't accidentally stepped on a loose nail in the floorboards. He turned away from the sphere to see Elsa, her mouth hanging open, jaw stretched wide, doubled over in what looked to him to be pain. He tried to rise from his seat but the Snow Queen had commanded him down; telling him his lesson was not yet complete and that he had to see it through before he could stop that night, Elsa bid him to continue carving the ice.
She excused herself, gasping at some sudden pang she possessed for the castle's fine cheeses, and ran from the shed. Elsa threw open the door to the stable, where, through the luck of timing, no horses lay in rest, nor Sven, as they were presently all on the seashore being washed; and lied down upon a bed of freshly thrown hay. She felt Kristoff begin to drive at the ice with his pick in the distance, and knew now that proximity had no effect on the power of his striking.
She felt as though she were at once being held in his massive hand and stabbed, expertly, by the loveliest weapon ever crafted by man. Between her legs Elsa felt herself growing extremely moist; and curled back her head to rest on the hay. When Kristoff struck at the secret fissure that upon striking cracked and revealed her heart, Elsa's power exploded. From within her ice struck out in every direction, and the stables her adorned with a mighty layer of hoarfrost. Her cry could be heard for miles. Wolf packs stalking the mountains above the city bayed back. Her icy palace at the north mountain trembled from the sound.
Elsa rose from the haybed, physically exhausted as though she'd run all the way from the North Mountain to the sea, and quickly banished the ice that her body had projected unto the interior of the stables. She composed herself, smoothed out the bumps the ice had made in her royal gown, and, tingling all the way, returned to Kristoff's shed.
Inside she saw him sitting, puzzled, holding an unmelting and anatomically accurate heart of ice in his hand. He still held the pick in his striking hand, but thankfully no longer struck with it; if he had Elsa couldn't imagine how she would explain to her sister that her husband had been tragically frozen. Kristoff looked up at her with an expression that showed he thought pure, dumb luck had given him such expert talents to craft so intricate a piece. Elsa walked behind him and admired it, and, taking it in her hands, banished the frozen heart, so that no more that night could he risk endangering himself by pleasuring her.
Elsa congratulated him on his progress and dismissed herself back to the castle.
Before she left Kristoff enquired whether she'd brought him back any cheese, Elsa's memory of the lie temporarily failed her. She muttered that she had eaten all that remained of the creamy Jarlsberg, and he dejectedly shrugged and said it was too bad. Elsa scurried back to her chamber and bundled herself into the overly dressed bed, trusting that the fortifications installed would keep the castle from freezing over in the night.
Elsa awoke the next morning to the sound of knocking at her door. She stretched and yawned herself awake and, on opening her eyes, started when she saw that the entire interior of her bed curtains covered with ice. With panic she cast them aside and looked out from her bed to see the entire room glazed with frost. From the knocking on the door which increased in furor more with each knock Elsa assumed that at least some of the rest of the castle had also been struck with the wintry blight she could not avoid inflicting at times
When she opened the door she found Kristoff was the one pounding at it. Behind him she could see the hallway was also encased. Smiling nervously she answered his somewhat perturbed request that she stop freezing her sister and his "asses off", as he put it, and with a flourish Queen Elsa banished the ice she'd made in the night to the eternal sky as a flurry of snowflakes rushing out the window
"You know, Elsa, you really need to let off some steam if this is going to happen to you at night", Kristoff said. Elsa asked what that meant, and with a knowing glance Kristoff implied that, like her sister Anna, the Queen needed bedtime companionship to relieve the frigidity of her nights in the castle.
"Or just take up knitting, I guess, I hear it's pretty good for getting out anger". Kristoff said before walking back to his room, no doubt, Elsa thought, to sit with her sister by the fire and hold her in his great arms.
That day Queen Elsa could not distance the Ice Master from her mind. The matters of the court, in particular the matter of Weselton's supplicant ambassador paying another of his many visits to sue for the re-opening of trade between the two kingdoms, Elsa dealt with distantly and coldly. The Weseltonian was sent on his way with orders to come back if, and only if, his government gave formal apology for the treachery its Duke had worked against them months earlier. Elsa simply did not care about these trifles. In her mind all that went on was longing for the feeling of Kristoff's hands dancing over her ice once more
That night Kristoff never came to her study, where she pored over Dickens' A Christmas Carol once again. The story was her escape from the world of Arendelle back to the world of magic and wonder she preferred. Once the clock had passed 10 to midnight without his visit Elsa frustratedly stowed the book back on its shelf and went to her bed, bundled herself up in the thick quilt and prayed, to pagan and Christian gods alike, that she should soon be delivered from the torment of her newfound loneliness. She had seen Anna during the day, yes, but it was at night that she most missed both her and Kristoff's attention. With their new baby on the way, Elsa worried that unless she found others with whom to spend her time, she would be quite alone for at least the next 18 years. Angrily she shut her eyes and went to sleep.
Elsa woke and found that this morning both her bed and the castle were free of ice, and, to her great sadness, the Icemaster. He'd gone into town for the day to see guests from the kingdom of Corona. For reasons Elsa could not guess, even though they were heiress to the throne and her husband, the visitors did not wish to begin their day with a visit to the castle, preferring instead to carouse with its most recent addition.
Anna had not attended with him due to a pang of morning queasiness, so at the least Elsa could spend the day with her sister. They talked about everything; how Anna's body was changing, the preparations for the new Prince's room and what he would be named, and still for that entire day Elsa could feel only desire for his warm touch against her icy surface
That night Kristoff still did not visit her, nor did the guests from Corona ever officially stop by the palace; snubbing her was unwise but officially acceptable due the familial closeness of her cousin, who in the pretentious fashion of the French had taken to calling herself "Raiponce" to Elsa's complete disgust. She paced her study and sipped nervously from a glass of schnapps that night, and filled it more than once, and retired, in absolute agony, to her bed, for yet another lonely night, in tears so hot with contempt they would not freeze against her skin. Elsa felt as though she would die if Kristoff did not handle her ice the next night.
When Elsa awoke in the morning her head ached. A small voice inside yelled at her for drinking until she'd intoxicated herself. She tried to reason with it and blame Kristoff's abandonment of their ice-carving lessons. The little voice would hear none of it and shamed her even further for feeling the way she did about Anna's true love.
Elsa could not deny it. She knew she had intentionally been keeping Kristoff unaware of the effects of his touch. But she felt she needed only one night more, just one, to tell him and let their friendship based on sharing of knowledge stand or fall on its own. She just needed him to be at his shed.
Luckily for her that night Anna retired to bed particularly early, having eaten a full meal including ice cream for lunch and dinner. Kristoff approached the Queen about continuing their lessons that night. Inside and out Elsa beamed at the news and with girlish excitement accepted his invitation. She left explicit instructions with the stablehands that day to leave the stables unoccupied after sundown, citing a particular need for them to air out. For the night, the royal cavalry, though not Sven, as he was not under the stables' control. would sleep in the town stables, which had more than enough room for all. Elsa knew her powers might react even more violently than before at having been pent up so long.
Kristoff asked her that night for a challenge. He wanted to carve a figure of his choosing; he wanted to carve Elsa.
Elsa reacted with nervousness well in excess of that appropriate for a person with innocent motives. She looked as scared as if Kristoff had pulled a knife on her. She slowly calmed down when the earnestness of his expression reminded her he was unaware of the pleasure he brought her.
"Ahem, sorry, you, uh, surprised me", she explained to him. She asked Kristoff if he was serious about doing a full figure carving of her.
"Well last time I carved that heart so I figured "why not make a body to go with it?", he said. Elsa held back tears with a toothy smile while the voice in her head screamed at her not to do it, then told Kristoff to take a seat at this table and prepare himself. She made him a truly blank piece of ice this time, no figures hidden within, not even her own. If he was serious about carving her out of the ice, she wanted to feel it happen as though he was undressing her with his own manly fingers.
Elsa popped out to the stable before he began to make sure the stablehands had gone home for the night. Impertinent talk of the queen howling like a wolf and spraying ice around could not be permitted to litter the castle grounds or the town. Assured of their vacancy, Elsa returned to the shed and bid Kristoff to begin his work. To begin with he asked her to stand before him in the lantern light and pose for him, demurely. Elsa would have giggled childishly under any less charged circumstances than these.
Elsa remembered a favorite painting in Castle Arendelle of a woman offering her hand to a man bowing forward to kiss it while holding a tuning fork in her other hand. Elsa made a small icicle to stand in for the tuning fork and posed. Kristoff said it was perfect and took the ice knife in his hand. He plunged it into the candle flame and a wave of anticipation swept over her. For three nights she had suffered grievously without him. Soon his hands would dance over her again.
Kristoff calved off a chunk of ice and Elsa's entire body shivered as the knife melted away the tension in her body. She tried her hardest to maintain an even rate of breathing, but as he cut more ice from the block she felt it impossible. Elsa breathed hard and deeply through her nose and her eyes fluttered as the ice grew smaller by the second. She could see in it the back of her own head in miniature, the braids of her hair came into view as Kristoff spun the ice and whittled off this chunk and then that. He turned it fully and Elsa looked into her face, and as if seeing herself in a mirror she recognized that he was capturing the embarassment of her flared nostrils and pouted lips
Elsa shuddered as Kristoff's fingers played over the ice of her cheek, removing a minor imperfection the knife had left. Her eyes went half-lidded and she gazed at him as he carved the outline of her collar bones. She felt every touch, every slice, every gouge as though he was fondling her lovingly.
Kristoff rounded off the shoulders of the miniature replica of Elsa he was carving from her living ice. Elsa broke her pose and bucked her own shoulders slightly as she felt his touch pass over them, magnified through her magic it was as though he were 30 feet tall in comparison to her and rolling her around in his palm like one could a small kitten. Her breathing deepened and she suddenly dropped the icicle and held her hand aside her neck, as if to meet his own hand there and clutch it against her. But there was nothing.
Elsa clasped her hand against her own flesh and the emptiness of the moment began to drive her mad. She trailed her fingers across her neck, splaying them out to create the feeling of his warm hands. Kristoff looked up from the minature to check his reference and found Elsa completely out of sorts. She rubbed her hand against her own chest and shifted her legs, rubbing her thighs against each other like a cricket struggling to make music. Her face Kristoff could not read. Signs of agony mixed with those he'd seen in the face of his wife in bed at night; Elsa did bear a resemblance to Anna after all; and in her face he saw the same joy as shone in that of his pretty little strawberry girl.
"Ahem. "Elsa, you're not making this easy", Kristoff said, clearing his throat and trying to get on with the lesson. Recognition of what he took as embarassment at posing for him caused his own cheeks to begin to redden in sympathy for Elsa. He knew not.
Kristoff knew not the secret shame coursing though Elsa's blood. The heat of his touch was driving her to the boiling point. Elsa swore if she tried to make ice at that moment all that would come was steam. Kristoff ignored her moving out of place and tried to continue anyway. He began shaping her bustline and Elsa exhaled loudly. He drew the hot knife against the ice to make the curve of her breasts and Elsa collapsed to the floor. Kristoff dropped the knife and sprang from his chair to help her.
Elsa waited until he was hovering over her to spring her trap. As he knelt and tried to lift her up she kissed him. Elsa drove her mouth against his and forced her tongue into his mouth. Kristoff was unprepared for the assault and for several seconds failed to react. Elsa twisted her face against his lips as if she were a citrus trying to ream the juices from herself. Finally Kristoff gathered his composure and pulled her away
"Elsa! What are you doing!?" he exclaimed in shock. Elsa hungrily looked at him and threw herself against him again. She took his hand in her own and clasped it against the small of her back, hoping to induce him to pull her closer. Kristoff tried not to lose himself in the avalanche of passion falling over him and wedged his other powerful hand between them. He drove Elsa back for a moment.
"We can't do this! I'm married to your sister!", he cried out. Elsa reached up to the neckline of her ice gown and pulled it down.
Kristoff froze for a moment and Elsa thrust her hips against him. The mighty outdoorsman fell to the ground and thudded like an oak. Elsa scrambled over top of him and tried to hold his arms down with her own. The milky flesh of Elsa's perfect white breasts hung bare in Kristoff's face.
"Elsa? What. Are you doing?", Kristoff asked her again more calmly. Elsa plunged forward and kissed him again. She ran her hands through his hair and showered him in kisses. Kristoff had no idea what to do and simply let the strange occurence happened to him. Remembering what had happened to Anna he didn't wish to risk having his heart frozen and simply let the glacier of Elsa's love flow over him.
What neither of them noticed was Olaf watching from the doorway. He'd entered shortly after Kristoff began sculpting her shoulders in search of companions to play lawn darts and now wore a horrified expression on his frosty mug. Olaf watched on as Elsa threw herself at Kristoff, not knowing what game they were playing but hoping he would be invited soon, but seeing Kristoff's lack of enthusiasm quickly realized Elsa was not being a very nice person in forcing herself on the blond colossus.
"Uh, okay, guys, I'll just come back later", Olaf said and turned to leave. Elsa sprang up from Kristoff and turned her head toward the departing snowman.
"I TOLD YOU THIS WAS STUPID", Elsa's conscience cried out. She clasped her hands against her face and a waking nightmare unfolded in her mind
She thought surely Olaf would take what he had seen back to the castle and eventually tell Anna. Even if she swore him to secrecy Elsa felt sure his naiveté would somehow misconstrue her words and her innocent, beloved, sister would find out what had happened. Elsa cried against her hands as the horror of it all played out in her mind.
Kristoff lay against the ground, perplexed, and did not know what to do. If he stayed he wasn't sure what Elsa would end up doing. Freezing the entire realm seemed to him a very real possibility from any emotional upset he might cause. On the other hand he thought of his loving, pregnant wife lying asleep in the castle. His loyalty to her and their love for each other was absolute and inviolable. The conundrum compelled him to simply wait for Elsa to make the first movie; hoping casting eternal winter on the world would not be her decision.
Elsa sobbed and the tears froze in her hands. Slowly her palms filled with ice. Guilt welled up inside her and she felt as though she would have to vomit to expel it from her body. She felt her mind slipping away from her, and feared as Kristoff did that she might inadvertently blanket the fjord in ice once again.
Then she felt it. Kristoff's warm hand tugging at hers. She pulled her face from her palms and looked over at him. Kristoff wore a somber expression and held his hand out for her to take. She took it and Kristoff closed his other hand around hers. The ice coating her palm melted.
Kristoff released her hand and tenderly stroked Elsa's cheek. She stobbed sobbing and simply stared at him. The grimace of grief on her face told Kristoff he had to do more to save the land and so he put his hand behind her head and pulled her toward him.
"To save Anna, and Arendelle, I'll do it", he thought to himself. Ultimately his duty to Anna would best be served by preventing another ice storm, his marital obligation to honor and protect her compelled him to forego spurning the Snow Queen's advances if it risked permanent winter.
Kristoff kissed Elsa on the lips. He felt her face untwist and relax. Slowly, he massaged Elsa's with his mouth and flitted his tongue into hers. Elsa warmed quickly under his touch, just as she had when transmitted through her ice, and kissed him back, not forcefully this time, but lovingly. Elsa felt Kristoff let go her hand entirely and then stroke her breast.
Elsa waved her hand around her and banished the icy garment woven from threads of frost. It exploded into snowflakes that fell on the ground and melted. She sat on the floor before Kristoff completely nude. He rolled his finger around her nipple and turned his head to let his tongue enter her mouth more deeply, then released Elsa and sat back to appraise just what, exactly, she needed to have happen to avoid any further risk to the realm.
He was unprepared for the sight of Elsa sitting nude beside him. She looked much like her sister in body, too, he found.
Elsa found she had calmed down somewhat, but she knew that night the castle would end up icy again unless he did something to satisfy her worries over being accepted.
"Kristoff, will you... will you touch me the way you touch Anna?", the Snow Queen asked her Icemaster. She looked into his eyes with longing and he looked back. The fear was gone from his eyes. Her phrasing had disarmed whatever reluctance Kristoff might have nested in worry about betraying Elsa's sister.
Kristoff smiled at her and asked her if she'd ever been touched in that way before. Elsa replied that she'd never even been kissed before that night. Kristoff, not believing her, asked how it was possible that in the months since she'd opened Arendelle to visitors she had not engaged anyone socially, not even at the Christmas ball held weeks earlier.
Elsa told him she was still having trouble opening up to others after so many years alone, then put her hand around his wrist and pulled it toward her.
"With you, I feel as safe as I ever have. I know how much you love Anna. I want to know the love she feels when she's with you", Elsa told him.
"Well when you put it that way, I guess I was raised to be a love expert", Kristoff replied. He reached out to caress Elsa's cheek, then stood up and took a blanket he'd been gifted as a Christmas present for Sven, but not yet used, and layed it on the ground at his feet. Kristoff reached down and took off his shoes, then pulled off his pants.
Kristoff lifted his sweater off and then he, too, was nude together with Elsa. Elsa crept onto the blanket and knelt beside him. She cast her gaze between his legs and marveled at his size. She had never seen a man in the natural state before, but in conversations with her mother Elsa had become aware of the nature of the physical act of love as performed for reproduction. She wasn't sure that she wished to go so far as that with Kristoff, but she did desire him, she desired to be warm in his arms and to feel his hands gliding over her skin and hoped it would feel as wonderful as it did when he had worked on her ice.
"How does it get, um, stiff?", Elsa asked. She knew little but she knew at least that a man needed to be excited enough for his appendage to stand away from his body to "perform his marital duties" as her mother had put it.
"Well, usually all that kissing would be enough, but I'm a little nervous about this - I'm sure you understand", Kristoff explained.
"Let me lay down and we can try again", he said, and came down beside her on the blanket. Kristoff laid back and put his hands behind his head.
"Come closer to me", he said to Elsa, and she stretched herself out alongside him and let him press his lips against her.
"It feels good when you touch my chest, too", Kristoff explained, and so Elsa caressed his well-developed chest. The strange iciness of her touch tingled against his skin as Elsa ran her hand down his body.
Elsa trailed her hand down the front of Kristoff and played with his hair as well. His nudity fascinated her and she wanted to feel every part of him. As her hand crept below his chest Elsa felt his skin break into gooseflesh at her touch
"Are my hands cold?" she asked. Elsa wasn't really sure if that was a good thing or not.
"Yeah, a little", Kristoff replied. It was not unenjoyable, but the sensation of Elsa's Ismakt being transmitted into him was completely unlike the warmth of Anna's touch. Thinking of Anna while looking into her sister's face did help him, they were similar enough in appearance for his affection to be genuine, but Elsa wasn't making it easy
"Oh, I'm sorry, I'll try to warm them up," Elsa said and closed her eyes, then deeply breathed in and out. When she exhaled through her nose her hands seemed to warm up to normal, and at once Kristoff was relaxed. He turned his head against her hand, trying to play into the motion as Elsa ran her fingers through his hair.
Elsa's rubbed her hand down along his middle. Her now very warm and human embrace excited him, and he felt as if he was lying with Anna herself. A warm, relaxed smile spread across his face. He could feel himself stirring further down. Elsa's hand smoothed over the light hair of his stomach and he was at once very much at ease and growing very ready to do the duty to which his Queen called him.
Elsa kept moving down Kristoff and when she finally found him, he had stiffened.
"Oh my. It looks like I was being too icy after all", Elsa said as she took Kristoff in her hand. She leaned to look down at him and on seeing the object her eyes widened as much as he had. Elsa could scarcely believe that her little sister was capable of accepting such manliness. Clearly, though, as Anna lay asleep with child in the castle nearby, it was possible.
Elsa kept her grip around Kristoff as much as she could from this position and stroked her hand up and down his length. She stopped tousling his head and instead moved to stroke his cheek as she looked into his eyes, but found them closed. His warm smile had transfigured into a an expression of contentment, and as Elsa ran over his length he began to drift away from the shed, in his mind he was back with Anna, and he grew more comfortable, shifting his bulk to lie on his side opposite Elsa while she worked through her anxiety
Soon Kristoff found that he was growing tired of waiting for the Snow Queen to tire from amusing herself and decided to move things into the conclusion at his own pace. Lumberingly he came to his senses and positioned himself over her. Elsa blushed at the sudden imposition but did not stop her work.
"Are you ready for this, Elsa? I can't wait all night." Kristoff said as he held himself over her. Elsa cast her eyes around at his massive arms positioned aside her head and trailed them down his chest to where he lie waiting, stiff, to enter her.
"Yes." she replied.
Kristoff plunged into Elsa and found to his surprise that the cold she displayed on her surface did not penetrate very deeply into her body. He felt as if a pair of lips had wrapped round him and pullled him in like a juicy cut of meat stuck with a fork. Elsa moaned and shifted her thighs toward him to accept him fully, and Kristoff sunk deeper and deeper into her until his length was buried inside her. A glove patterned from his own hand would not have fit as snugly as Kristoff did into his beloved sister-in-law.
"Oh, wow. I wish we'd done this a few nights ago." Kristoff said as the sleeve between Elsa's legs closed around him. They simply lied there for a few moments, Kristoff soaked in the amazing heat against the chill winter air, Elsa reveled in the fullness of this new and wonderful experience. If they had stopped at that moment, Elsa would have been satisfied. She closed her eyes and luxuriated in the glory of the moment, and then Kristoff shifted his weight to his toes and began to withdraw from her. Elsa threw her head back as Kristoff's receded and pulled itself past one fleshy ring of muscle after another.
If Kristoff was glad for one thing about this above all others it was the incredible grip he found within Elsa. It was nearly difficult for him to pull himself back against the force of it, and when he'd reached back only halfway he relinquished the battle and plunged back down. Elsa doubled over and muttered something, then fell back.
Kristoff pulled back once more. This time Elsa could not put up as much of a struggle, and as he shifted his weight off his feet and fell back against her something tickled her inside and she giggled.
Elsa giggled as if she was a child who'd just found out how to skip rocks across the surface of a pond and was throwing them in one after another to see how far she could get them to go. Her eyes widened and her breathing, between giggles, came shallow and sharp.
Kristoff's face lit up as the Queen's did. He took a cue from her giggling and moved himself up and down against her more rapidly. Elsa giggled still, but cringed, her mouth drew into an O and her breath came as shallow as ever; a mere sigh. She relaxed her hips and when Kristoff fell upon her again she held her hand against her reddening face and shielded her eyes as if the lamps blazed too brightly. She opened her eyes and held her hand over her mouth to stifle more giggling as he rose again. The tickling in Elsa's belly would not stop and grew more excruciating every time it came. She panted and shook her head, as if to say "No, no, no more", and when Kristoff plunged again, deeper than he had before as Elsa's body relaxed against his entry, her eyes narrowed and leaked tears.
Elsa's giggles choked in her throat, and she futilely covered her hand with her mouth to try to stop them. She looked up at Kristoff. Her gaze was almost threatening, but he knew it false.
Kristoff felt he couldn't keep up his pace much longer without succumbing to Elsa far too early for her to be satisfied.
"Do you want to feel this the way Sven does, uh, I mean, the way reindeer do?" Kristoff stumbled over his words as he asked.
Elsa glared at him and silently shook her head yes. Kristoff lifted himself up then reached back down and pulled her toward him and flipped her around, then bent her over the table in the center of the room. Elsa saw that the figure of her Kristoff had been carving had melted slightly. With a wiggle of her finger she finished it, at once forming a perfect duplicate of herself in the ice, and an amazing idea struck her.
Elsa remembered that when she Anna were children, in summer the chefs would put juice and water mixed with sugar in the ice cream churns, then pack it into candle dippers and freeze them in salt water mixed with ice until it hardened. When removed it made a wonderful thing to suck on. Elsa could not even guess how it would feel if Kristoff did the same with her miniature, but she was sure it would be amazing. She plucked it from plate it sat upon and shook it as she handed it back to him.
"Kristoff, will you put this in your mouth?" she asked cheerfully. He gamely took it and put it between his lips and sucked at it.
Elsa's body felt his tongue upon her everywhere at once. She held her hands against the sides of her head and screamed. Taking the strangeness of it in stride, Kristoff entered her again.
Kristoff thrust forward and Elsa caught him between her legs. He grabbed hold of her hips and rocked her back and forth on top of the desk. He was engrossed in the act now; and increased his pace. His powerful, muscular, thighs slammed against Elsa's. She put her hands on the sides of the desk to prevent herself from falling down.
The miniature Kristoff held in his mouth began to melt. The sensations of having him inside her while also feeling as though she was inside her mouth were far too much for Elsa to bear. She began to cry out. Kristoff tightened his grip and laid his rippling back into the thrusting action.
"The ice!" Elsa's mind screamed at her as she felt the same warmth rising within her as she had three nights before. Elsa panicked as she remembered how the stables had frozen over the first time she'd felt the release of energy caused by Kristoff's touch.
"Kristoff! We have to stop! You'll freeze!" Elsa cried out. Kristoff ignored her and continued his thrusting. She felt herself coming closer and closer to the breaking point. He swirled the miniature around in his mouth and it was finally too much for Elsa. Her legs trembled. Her mouth twisted into a grimace and she tightly closed her eyes.
"Oh!" she gasped out as she felt the dam break inside her.
"Kristoff!" Elsa screamed out as it happened. Like the tremendous splash icebergs made as they fell from glaciers into the fjord, Elsa felt ice explode from the surface of her body.
Elsa's worry that she would freeze her beloved Icemaster had been in vain. When Elsa opened her eyes she saw that her sweat had erupted into snowflakes which fell gently atop the two of them. She laughed in relaxation, and then winced as Kristoff propelled himself forward again.
"Elsa, please tell me now, do you want to be as lucky as Anna?" he asked her. His hips thrust against her quicker and quicker as he said it. Elsa couldn't form a rational thought; the magical sensation of her tiny miniature form melting in Kristoff's hot mouth had split her mind in two. She rolled her tongue around her mouth and whispered the answer, then began to yell it out, louder and louder.
"Yes. Yes. Yes. YES!" she cried, and Kristoff groaned and slammed his hips against her once more, then stood still against her as the stuff of new life poured forth from him into Elsa's belly. His breathing slowed and he bent himself over Elsa. The snowflakes which had fallen on her back melted between them. For some seconds he lay atop her until he remembered Anna awaited him in the castle above. He removed himself from Elsa and scrambled to tear his clothes back on.
"G'night Elsa!", he cried as he ran back to the castle. He carried his boots in his hands and ran through the snow on the ground exclaiming all the way how cold it was. Amused that she had made someone warm for the first time in her life, Elsa stood up and rubbed her belly, and dreamt of how soon she would warm another.
Elsa returned to the castle that night and slept soundly, happily, for the first time in nearly a week. No ice adorned her chamber when she awoke.
After replacing her ice gown in the morning, Elsa walked into the hall to see Kristoff locked in a frantic conversation with Olaf. Less a conversation than an explanation, actually.
"And that's just something friends do together, sometimes, Olaf. Anna and me, we do it all the time." Kristoff said to the puzzled looking snowman.
"Does Elsa do it with Anna, too?" Olaf rejoined. Elsa rushed over to take the snowman by the hand and assuage his confusion.
"Oh, hi, Elsa! Can you hold me down and kiss me all over, too? Kristoff said it was like getting a hug but better, but he won't do it. Does that mean he's *not* my friend?" the funny little snowman rambled. He leered suspiciously at Kristoff.
Elsa explained to Olaf that it was something people only did when they were angry with each other and that since she could never be angry with him Olaf would go his whole snowy life without ever being subjected to it.
"Oh. That's disappointing. Can I have a kiss anyway?" he asked. Elsa put her lips against his frosty cheek and kissed him softly.
"Thanks! Now I can tell Anna that when she gets angry about Kristoff spending all night with you out by the stables, she should just hold you down and kiss you all over!" Olaf said.
Kristoff and Elsa looked at each other nervously. Elsa asked if Olaf had told her what he'd seen.
"Yeah, why?" Olaf answered.
Kristoff and Elsa both grimaced and gulped.
"Uh, Olaf, why don't you go find Sven and see what he wants to do?" Kristoff suggested.
"Okay, bye!" Olaf shouted and ran off. Kristoff and Elsa ran back into her bedchamber.
"I was with her all night and she didn't say anything! Maybe he just didn't explain it that well" Kristoff exclaimed as soon as the door shut behind them.
"Maybe. You want to... go see?" Elsa suggested.
The two of them walked to Anna's room together and slipped inside. She had awoken at the sound of the door being opened and rubbed the sleep from her eyes as they stood before her.
"Hi, Anna! Everything okay? Need a fresh pillow?" Elsa asked as she took one from the chair in the corner.
"Hi, honey. You want me to rub your feet again?" Kristoff asked at the same time. Their statements blended into each other in Anna's sleepy ears.
"You want to rub my... pillows?" she asked them both as she blinked.
"Uh, honey, did Olaf... say anything to you last night?" Kristoff asked.
"He said the two of you were out there playing with your ice again all night," Anna responded. Elsa and Kristoff both quietly sighed with relief.
"He also said he came back later and saw you getting her pregnant." Anna continued.
Elsa's eyes froze open. Ice crept up from her feet, disturbing her gown and encasing her legs as it traveled up.
"Quickly enough and I'll never have to hear anything else again..." she thought.
"Elsa please freeze me first!" Kristoff asked with his face twisted up painfully
"Both of you, relax" Anna said from her bed. She pulled up the covers and put her slippers on, got out of bed and stood between them.
"Why should I mind?" Anna asked them both. She hugged Elsa around her arms. The ice stopped advancing up Elsa's body and dissipated.
"You could have just asked me, you know. I would've said yes." she warmly spoke to her beloved sister.
"You're not mad?" Kristoff asked her.
"Who loves each other more than the three of us?" Anna said. She pulled the two of them together and hugged them around their necks.
"Now, let's talk baby names. I want at least one of the boys to be named after Dad, and if one of us has a girl Rapunzel asked us to name it after her, but I think we should probably use mom's name, or would that be kind of creepy for cousin-brother-sisters?" Anna asked. Elsa and Kristoff both sighed once more, until Anna tugged them more tightly.
"If you two ever do that again without letting me know I'll kill you both in your sleep, understand?" Anna threatened. Elsa and Kristoff put on toothy grins and nodded at her.
"Aah, it's a great morning to be with family" Anna sighed, and started beating them both with her pillow. Elsa shielded herself with the pillow she held. Kristoff stood firm and took his punishment.
Outside, Sven and Olaf tumbled in fresh-fallen snow. God was in his heaven. All was right with the world.