Summer light was pouring through the elegant windows as Queen Elsa was finishing the decorations for the Mid-Year Ball at Arendelle Castle. There were beautiful pink blossom trees lining the far wall, shedding their flowers despite the lack of spring. The ceiling was a beautiful mixture of elements, changing from snowfall and light rainfall to stormy clouds or glorious sunshine. Elsa had taken the liberty to incorporate all of the seasons into the ball's decoration this year as it marked the 4th year of her coronation.
She had just started the final flurry of snowflakes next to the balconies when one of the maids scurried past, knocking Elsa off her well-positioned ladder. She was trying to tuck her body round, the way Kristoff had taught her at her self-defense lessons (although she had no need for them), to break her fall easily when she found herself surrounded in strong arms and a whirl of green.
She glanced up wide-eyed and laid eyes on a handsome face with a mischievous smile. "You should be more careful, my queen." he spoke softly through his disarming grin.
Loki prowled around the crowded ballroom searching for her. He'd been lucky enough to make contact earlier in the day and had his hopes set high. After being bounced ungracefully into a woman in a flouncy pink ensemble, Loki caught sight of Queen Elsa elegantly poised on the edge of her golden throne surrounded in a pile of fallen leaves.
Loki propelled through the crowd, making sure not to scuff or damage a single inch of his beloved emerald cloak. On his prompt arrival at the foot of the throne, Elsa raised her head slowly and the spark of recognition flew into her radiant eyes, making Loki's heart constrict. He gasped as she flew down the steps into his arms as he knelt before her.
"Dance with me." She sighed into his ear and Loki felt another rush of delight as she dragged him onto the ballroom floor. As they drew near the center of the room, he swept her round so she was facing him, her elegant white dress contrasting with the startling black and green he wore. Their bodies pressed up against each other and Loki could feel her eyelashes as they fluttered closed against his neatly-pressed white shirt.
The band played another song, then a different one and one more, Loki fixed in his trance on the ballroom floor, his mind focused only on the beautiful woman he held in an embrace. He was aware of his godly-heart furiously beating as the next song came to an abrupt halt. Elsa drew away from their swaying motion and their eyes locked.
This was driving him crazy. Loki resisted the urge to even look at Elsa's plump lips, instead focusing his attention on the depth of her gorgeous sapphire eyes, reminding him of jewels. The next romantic symphony started as she leaned into him, whispering, "You, sir, are an excellent dancer."
Loki raised an eyebrow delighted to finally have an opportunity, drawing her closer to him, chills sparked through both their bodies. Their lips crashed together, each kiss slow, sweet and lingering, their bodies stayed still until Loki moved to tangle his hands through Elsa's delicately-arranged hair. He was vaguely aware of her hands shaking as she reached up and pressed her palms flat against his broad chest, sliding them up until they were hooked around his neck. Loki grinned into the kiss as she began to draw away, teasing slightly and he murmured, "And you, my queen, are an excellent kisser." He felt her smile, registered the burst of a giggle as it came through her lips and he pressed his to hers again and they forgot about the dancers in the ballroom and the light snowflakes falling over their flushed figures.