Alright, let's try getting some of this rust worked off, shall we? I know it's been years since I've last posted, but I want to at least finish what I started. My plan is to complete this work first, then move to Night of the Witching Hour, then maybe When Winter Met Summer. For those who still read this, I thank you for your patience, and apologize for the lack of everything. I've had a lot of things happen over the years.

You lay in bed and stared at the full moon shining through your window. It was a quiet night. Which was much appreciated considering how eventful your day had been. Hell, not just your day. Your whole month seemed to have been one big event.

Three weeks had passed since your trip north. You had spent most of your time making sure Moonlight didn't kill and eat anyone while adjusting her to more domestic life. Something that was no easy feat to do even with a newborn dire wolf pup, much less a full grown, pregnant adult.

Moonlight had gotten used to only hunting in certain areas with Summit. He was doing well with teaching her the goods and bads of living in a kingdom filled with people and other animals. Eat the deer, don't eat the cattle. Stay away from houses, but this house is our home. That sort of thing.

Today you had ventured on a whim and risked bringing Moonlight into Arendelle. She had been doing so well with everything else. You figured she could take on something a little more stressful.

Everything had gone well up until you tried to have her follow Summit into the large portion of the stable that was set aside for the two of them for when you stayed at the castle. As soon as the gate closed, Moonlight's eyes dilated and she went into a frenzy. She snapped, bit, growled, and gnawed on everything in sight. She had even managed to get a hold of your forearm as you tried to unlock the gate to calm her down.

You stared at your bandaged forearm. It stung, but it was tolerable. The sound of the two dire wolves sleeping/snoring downstairs eased the pain quite a bit.

A heavy sigh escaped your lips. It was only when Elsa and Anna returned from their horseback ride that Moonlight even thought about calming down. She only truly relaxed once Elsa came and talked to her. You two agreed to keep the castle training to whenever Elsa was around after that.

Warmth spread to the tips of your fingers as a soft smile coveted your features. Just thinking of Elsa these days caused you to turn into a blushing pile of goo. Over the past few weeks, the two of you had stolen secret kisses, hugs, and secret sweet words to one another in private. No one, aside from Anna and Gerda (somehow), even knew about your relationship.

Unfortunately, that was where the problem stared. The council was still trying diligently to find Elsa a suitor. With the Queen's birthday being only a few days away, they had decided to throw a grand party to invite young men from neighboring countries, and even some from far away, to have Elsa at least engaged on her birthday.

You gritted your teeth and slammed your fist against the mattress. There was no way in Hell you were going to let them sell Elsa off like breeding stock. She was yours, and you were hers. It was evident whenever the two of you were even around each other. Honestly, how no one else had found out about your relationship yet was a mystery to you.

Another sigh. You were exhausted. It had been a long day. You allowed your eyes to finally flutter closed as the sound of the crackling fire lulled you into a doze.

It was short lived, however, as the sound of creaking floor boards stirred you from your attempt at sleep. Someone was in your home. How did they sneak passed the wolves?

Another creak as the door opened slightly. You pretended to be asleep. Your hand slowly reached for the knife you kept hidden on your person even while sleeping. Whoever was here wasn't going to be leaving easily.

"I'll have to get some information out of them first," you thought. "Who they are? Who sent them to kill me? If that's their intention, I'm pretty sure it is though. Who else would be sneaking into my home in the middle of the night?"

The bed shifted slightly and the sound of shoes hitting the floor filled your ears. An assassin who takes their shoes off before the kill? That's new.

The weight shifted until the stranger was straddling you. You grasped your knife tighter as you felt the person slowly crawl up your body. Finally, they were face to face with you. You could smell and feel their breath on your face.

"Sweet?" You thought. "I know this fragrance."

The weight suddenly disappeared on one side, and your body reacted before your mind could process. You threw yourself up, knife at the ready, and a flash of deep blue and platinum blonde filled your vision. "Elsa!"

You stopped your blade just as it was touching the fabric of her dress. You gazed at her in confusion. "What? Elsa? How? Why?"

A sudden finger to your lips silenced you as Elsa spoke. "You did teach me how to sneak, remember? I have gotten pretty good at it. Don't you think?"

Your mind reeled, and the knife slipped from your fingers. Why was Elsa here? How did she get here without alarming the wolves? What was going on?

Almost as if she could read your mind, Elsa traced her finger across your lips to cup your cheek. "I'm here because I want you," she whispered in a tone that you had never heard before. It caused a dense heat to pool in your lower belly.

"Y-You mean you wanted to see me?" You corrected. Hoping you had misheard, or that she had accidentally misstated the phrase. It was late after all.

"No," Elsa stated firm, yet softly. She waved her hand over her bodice and the dress dissolved into nothing, leaving her bare. There were two fires in her eyes: one from the fire still burning in the room, and the other sparked from deep within her soul.

Her hands slowly slid to your shoulders as she pressed closer to you. "I want you," she repeated. That same, sultry tone of voice.

You unconsciously lowered yourself onto your elbows in a desperate attempt to provide some space between yourself and the naked queen. The entire time trying not to look at her bare skin. You could feel her breasts press against yours, causing the heat in your belly to spread.

You focused on her face. "E-Elsa, as much as I would love to-"

You didn't get to finish. Elsa's lips were pressed hard to yours in a deep kiss. She used your initial surprise to dominate your tongue immediately as she pushed you further onto your back. Her nimble fingers unbuttoned your night shirt with ease.

As soon as you felt her hands on your bare skin, you lost all sense of propriety. You shucked your shirt, grasped Elsa's hips tightly, and kissed her passionately. If this was what she wanted. You would gladly oblige.

It wasn't long before you were stripped of your clothes. Elsa was writhing in pleasure on top of you. Her hips rolling into yours as you gently nipped and sucked at the skin on her neck and chest. The taste of sweat. The sound of her angelic moans. It was almost too much for your poor heart to handle.

You slipped your hand between your bodies to touch Elsa's womanhood directly, but the feeling never came. Your eyes shot open only to immediately close as the midmorning light flooded your senses. In your shock, you rolled out of bed and landed on the floor.

"Fuck!" You hissed, pushing yourself into a kneeling position. You raked your nails through your hair as you tried desperately to fathom what just happened.

"A dream?" You sighed heavily and sat with your back to your bed. Your body was slick with sweat. It made your shirt uncomfortable as it stuck to you randomly. "That was definitely a dream."

After what felt like an hour, you finally composed yourself enough to go downstairs to open the door for the wolves to run out. You hiked down to the river and retrieved half a dozen buckets of ice water. As you made your way back to your cabin, you decided to boil five of the buckets for bathing instead of three. Gods only knew how badly you needed to bathe after that one.