I sigh contently as I stare into her eyes admiringly. She smiles and hugs me tightly as I snuggle into her warmth. Stroking my hair, she whispers seductively in my ear.
"I love you, Elsa."
"I love you too, Anna…"
"I wish this moment never had to end."
"Me too, sweetie. I just want to take a day off and stay with you. In your arms forever…"
"I would love that, too. But you can't take a day off of being the queen." I look up at her and nod sadly.
"I know, sweetie, but I wish I could. I just want to be with you."
"You will be with me every night!" she giggles. "I'll just have a 'nightmare' and come in here with you." Anna smiles and kisses my neck passionately. I moan loudly and purr softly.
"Oh, Anna… You know my neck is sensitive…"
"I know. That's why I'm doing it," she smirks and sucks on my neck. I smile and snuggle into her warmth, drifting off to sleep as she starts to massage my sore shoulders.
The next day, I wake up to a note on my forehead. I stretch out myself on the bed, and pull the note off my head, reading it quickly.
"Elsa, you were sleeping in, so I decided to start breakfast. I'll be downstairs if you need me. I told the servants they had the day off, so it's just us! ;) Come on down soon! 3 3 Anna." With a smile, I walk downstairs completely naked. I quietly sneak into the kitchen and cover her eyes with my hands. "Guess who?" I whisper into her ear seductively.
"The love of my life!" She smiles and turns around. "Glad you're up, sleepy! I was just about to come up and check on you!" She was also naked, her curves set off by the yellow paint of the wall behind her.
I kiss her passionately on the lips, and she kisses back. Pressing her tongue against mine, she reaches around me and grabs my rear, giving it a quick squeeze. I squeal happily and press my tongue back against hers. She goes to pull away after a few moments, but she can't. She looks at me with a confused look and I also try to pull back, but to no avail. That is when I realize that we have been frozen together from the cold I give off. She just shrugs, trying to hide a shiver. I whimper softly and she rubs my back reassuringly.
It's not a big deal because this happens often, but I still don't like it. I feel like I might give her frostbite. At this thought, I feel our lips and tongues thaw and slowly start to pull apart. When we finally are, she kisses my head, stroking my back again.
"Don't worry, honey. I'm alright. You need to stop thinking you'll hurt me. When you hit me with that ice blast in my heart-" I cringe at the memory and she just hugs me, "I became slightly immune to your cold. I can withstand your body temperature for quite some time now." She smiles up at me and then turns her attention back to the stove.