Oo Sexual Themes ahead, reader discretion is advised. oO

Anna could hardly contain herself as she dragged Kristoff through the castle towards their room. Their time on the ice had been an equally magical experience to their dance but neither one of them had any more plans to return to the ballroom.

"Omph!" Anna giggled when she fell back into an alcove. Deciding to take the moment; she pulled Kristoff in closer by his ascot and smashed her lips against his. The passion inside her making her hands clumsy yet strong as she starting to pull his shirt from his tightly belted pants, "Ah…Bedroom…"

"On it." Kristoff gladly wrapped his arms around her legs and hulled her up from the wall. A deep moan passing between the pair as he stumbled them the rest of the way. Anna held onto his shoulders and only paused in her assault on his neck when she needed to reach back towards for the handle. Another stumble had them behind closed doors.

"It's really hot in here…" Anna could feel the the alcohol surging through her system. That in combination to the magical night the evening had turned into had her wishing she'd taken just a bit more time to read the books that Kai had given to her.

Pushing that thought aside and deciding to go with her instincts, her hands quickly moved to the various layers of buttons down Kristoff's chest before large hands curled over hers. Her heart pounded heavily in her ears as her glazed eyes and flushed cheeks turned up into Kristoff's loving gaze.

"Let's slow down. We have all night." While not upset at Anna's enthusiasm he wanted to take his time, take it slow. Worship every inch of the woman before him now. Before Anna could protest, he'd captured her lips again and lifted her back into his arms.

A heavy sigh brought Anna down onto the cloud like sheets. Her arms slowly releasing the golden locks she'd lost her fingers in to fall beside her head. Her world spun as she tried to catch her breath, her body flushed with more than desire. She lifted her foot slightly when she felt the pull against her boot and sighed heavily at the sight of Kristoff knelt beside her knees that hung over the side of the bed.

Kristoff returned her endearing gaze, his hands slowly running beneath her dress to press into the tightly wound muscles of her calves. Relaxing the muscles before moving on to her other leg. Once finished with his task he pushed himself up slowly between, bunching the fabric between them as he leaned over to press another smoldering kiss upon her pouted lips.

Anna felt her world spiral into a dense fog of nothing but touch. Her eyes completely losing focus as she allowed herself to be swallowed up in the sensation around her. Her own explorations feeling like nothing more than a wet candle on a stormy night in comparison.

When his chest met hers Anna was sure she were about to shatter into a tiny little slivers of ice. Her body arched outside of her command as her hands left the sheets beside her head to return to the meticulous task of removing the multiple layers that stood between her and her prize.

Kristoff helped where he could, his own body betraying him as he pressed himself ever closer. Despite all the layers of fabric between them he could still feel her heat wrapping around his soul. His fingers made quick work of the multiple pins holding her beautifully done up hair in place. Idly tossing them over the side of the bed where they tinged most scandalously. Though once he'd freed her, the sigh that she released was nearly enough to undo him completely.

"Anna…" His whisper affectionately pressed against her ear as he let his fingers destroy all those beautiful braids. Her head cradled in his palm when he finished, allowing him to run his nose down along her jaw. Her head tilted back in response allowing him to continue run ever so gently along her pulse before placing a feather-light kiss at the junction of her shoulder.

"Kristoff…please…" A wanton cry of hushed pleasure ran down both their spines. Anna could feel her patience growing thin and her hands came up to press against the chest that was nearly vibrating over her.

Kristoff obediently obeyed her silent request, pulling himself back to rid himself of his partially unbuttoned vest and jacket. His eyes watched as Anna's grew darker, her face more flush bringing out the fine dusting of freckles beneath her eyes. Her hands teased the ends of his shirt and there was no question on what to rid himself of next.

Absolutely enjoying the display Anna pushed herself up so that she were sitting along the edge. Her lips tracing over the taunt muscle of his stomach while her fingers dipped dangerously into his belt. When his fingers came into her hair she couldn't help the syncopated breath that left her lips and she knew what she needed to do next.

Using his belt as partial leverage, she pulled herself up against him and pulled her hair over her shoulder to try and reach at the clasp on her dress. An interesting and most flexible move that was quickly aided when she couldn't quite reach. Though when the fabric went loose she had to keep herself from tearing it away fully.

Instead, she rolled her shoulders allowing the beautiful wedding dress to fall down into a puddle at her feet. Leaving her bare aside from the tightly fitting pants that covered her legs. A nervous breath rolled her stomach and her arms came up to hide herself for the briefest of moments. Then, as her courage returned, she allowed herself to raise her arms up over the mountain like plain that was before her.

"You're so beautiful…" Kristoff could hardly breathe to speak. His hands coming up along her waist, his large fingers raising a trail wherever they reached. Completely enraptured, Kristoff found himself lowering down, not by command but by his own will. His lips coming to join his hands as he trailed his kisses down her sternum. A rapidly beating pulse pushed against his palms as his thumbs came around to gently caress the softest skin he'd ever felt.

Anna could do nothing but watch as he moved lower, her hands finding their way to his arms not to hinder or to guide but merely to keep herself on her feet. Her breath hitching in her chest when his thumb grazed just beneath her breast and her heart nearly bursting with the feeling of his lips against her navel.

"Kristoff…I don't…I think…" She didn't need to say much more, his hold around her sides tightened, not painfully but helpfully as she found herself losing function over her knees. There were so many things she wanted to say to him. So many words of endearment that she'd read over her years in isolation. All things that held true in the moment, that would have made it even more magical but her tongue would not cooperate. Instead, as she was laid back further onto the bed, she let her eyes close as a deep mewl of apprecaition vibrated down her frame.

She wasn't sure when or how it had happened but when the cool spring air flared against her bare legs, she couldn't stop herself from gasping in surprise. Her chest heaving up against her hands that came to clutch at her heart. Her eyes opened begrudingly at her command and when she heard the swoop and slip of the leather than held his slacks in place she knew that she was about to become a complete mess.

"Please…don't make me wait anymore…" Her words were flushed with desire. Her head tilted just so that the light of the moon ran down her entire body. Her slightly golden skin shining near white in its glow. Anna could feel her bravado beginning to shift and when the bed dipped so did her stomach.

Kirstoff moved as slowly and carefully as any true lover would. The heat of her legs brushing out against the side of his hips as he moved between. His chest heaved as he tried to keep enough air in his lungs and when he leaned down to brace himself on his arms; he caught her lips in the most powerful kiss either one of them had every experienced.

Anna was very sure she'd traveled all the way back to Ahtohallan. The power, the sheer unadulterated happiness of what she felt in that moment. Nothing else came close. Her hands rose, gently carding through Kristoff's hair as she tilted her head and begged for entrance. Her request was immediately answered, and when she tasted the mountains her entire body shivered.

When they broke for much needed air, Kristoff turned his head to place a solemn kiss up on the scars that wrapped her wrists. A reminder to them both about where they'd been. How far they'd come to almost never having this moment at all. As his lips traveled lower, he could feel himself beginning to lose control. His lust, his desire to become one with the woman in his arms nearly overtaking every other thought.

An adjustment, a twining of fingers and the meeting of hearts as they found each other reflected in the others eyes. Anna knew this was the moment. That this lovely man before her was going to be her first, her last and her only.

"I love you…" Her hands held on tighter as her breath stuttered heavily, competing with her heart in a race to the end of time.

"I love you, too." Kristoff leaned forward then, his body moving forward as he pressed their hands down into the mattress below. Joining not only their bodies but their souls. A small gasp of pain made his heart skip but the resounding moan that filled his ear after was enough to give him courage.

Anna felt as though she'd been waiting her entire life for this. Nothing she had ever done to prepare herself held even a single drop of the emotion she felt in that moment. It was like a switch had gone off inside her and she couldn't stop herself from wanting more. More of the man who had brought such joy into her life.

One hand managed to break free while the other curled away to hold onto the sheets. The hand that had held it pressing hard against the bones of her wrist causing her body to tense. When she felt Kristoff start to pull back her heart panicked and her nails dug in sharply to his shoulder.

"Don't stop…" The pain of her injury reminded her of so many things. So many things in her life that had tried to tear her down. It was enough to rise her to a new height of transcendentalism. Her body pulled and rocked in time with her furiously war-torn heart and she was finally able to let go of the things that threatened to drown her. In this one moment she found a new meaning to the word peace and she was going to hold onto it as long as she could.

Kristoff found himself confused by her reaction but her words eased his concern. His body shifted to her pull, holding her tighter than he ever thought possible. His lips sought her own but not before paving the way from over her heart and along her shoulders and coming along the curve of her slackened jaw. His name gasped from her lips reverberating in his soul as he captured her taste long his tongue.

"Yes…Kristoff…Ah-please…" She wanted this more than she could ever express. The pain and pleasure swirling into something completely new, so foreign, so dangerous.

"Anna…" His head fell down into the junction of her shoulder, unable to do much else when her body tightened against him. The heat between them reaching new levels as they rode upon the lining of heaven's clouds.

"Together…?" A desperate call, a withering voice.

"Together." Kristoff held himself as long as he could, and when he felt her entire body lock inside his embrace, he finally allowed himself to break through heaven's gates. The sound of his name upon her lips like the call from angels on high.

Like falling from the North Mountain they crashed down to earth hard and fast. Their breaths equally chasing for the oxygen they so desperately needed. Anna could do nothing more than to hold his weight against her small frame, her eyes loosing focus somewhere distant along the ceiling as her entire body wound down.

Gradually, Kristoff was able to push himself up. His eyes darker than a new moon night. As carefully as he could, he shifted them apart before taking her under her lax shoulders and bringing her head to rest upon the pillows. He then rolled himself off to the side to wait for his soul to return to his body. His eyes closing tight as he merely focused on bringing air back into his body.

There was a heavy silence of calming breaths, filling the room with their love. Eventually, Anna could feel her toes again and a new energy began to run like fire down her limbs.

"OH!…Wow…So that's what sex is…" Anna could hardly lift her head but the goofiness of her words sparked a different tone than that which had settled.

"Yeah…" Exhausted agreement.

"I like it. Can we do it again?"

"Uh…" Kristoff's eyes shot open faster than he believed himself capable of in that moment.

"Come on, I'll be on top this time." Anna rolled over his waist with surprising energy; her eyes shining brightly in the moonlight.

Kristoff could barely think to breathe let alone speak but the sight before him was much too ethereal to deny.

oOo

"Elsa?"

"Yes?"

"Can we have a moment first?" Honeymaren pulled them gently to the side of the doors leading to Elsa's room. Her hands coming up to take both of her new found love's.

They'd both had a wonderful time skating. Honeymaren was a quick learner in terms of gaining speed but she did have more than a little trouble coming to a stop. Thankfully, Elsa was there to provide a little cushioning and a bit of snow. They had barely noticed Anna and Kristoff slipping away as they found themselves tangled and sinking into the snow drift Elsa had used to bring them to a controlled stop.

Now they found themselves more than a bit out of sorts. Though they hadn't fully admitted it to themselves just yet. Their time on the ice had begun to ignite an entirely new set of feelings. Exhausted and perhaps a little too warm from the alcohol that Gerda had brought to them at the beginning of their ice-capades. It left them both just a little curious.

"Of course," Elsa raised their hands giving them a heartfelt squeeze as her chest beat heavily to the sobering seriousness of Honeymaren's tone.

"I just... want to make sure that... this is what you really want." Honeymaren motioned gently between them not letting their hands go, "I don't want you to feel like... you owe me something or that... You have to protect my feelings or... Anything like that. I know you had said you'd felt something for me but I just want to be sure that you still do... That it wasn't something misunderstood. If that you've realized it wasn't what you thought it was."

A long moment stretched between them. Elsa unable to lift her eyes as she digested her words. Her brow curled through a variety of emotions, her bottom lip worried in her teeth as she took the time to examine each one.

Was she ready to experience such potential happiness? Was she ready to accept the consequences those experiences might bring? A kiss and a cuddle was all well and good but…did she truly want more than that? Could she want more than that? What would it mean to say, yes? What would it mean to say, no?

Honeymaren knew that Elsa wasn't as fragile as Elsa believed she was. She had seen the woman before her take such risks, face down impossible odds and sacrifice her own life. Not once, but twice. She had seen her pour her heart and soul into just trying to be who she was meant to be. All the things in her life that had stood in her way. She had surpassed them all. It was what had made Honeymaren love her so deeply in the first place. Yet still, she knew there was a crack in the ice. A crack in her heart and soul that bled out every day. Was it a wound that she could heal? Could she even be asked to try? If only Elsa could see how everyone else saw her…maybe it wouldn't be so hard to convince her how much worth she truly held.

"I…I don't want to hurt you…" Elsa's hands held tighter, " I…I don't even know what would happen if….if we…" Could she even bring herself to say it?

"As long as you're willing to try. Then I'm right here with you." Honeymaren lowered her head to catch Elsa's eyes, "Will you try?"

Elsa looked at their fingers, so tightly wound together. Like fire and ice the heat of Honeymaren's palm nearly burning in comparison. Sure, she had control over her powers under most circumstances but she was always consciously in control and when she wasn't…

Slowly, her eyes rose from their joined hands, a deep whisper from somewhere deep down in her soul crying out for her to make her choice. With all the hesitation of approaching a pack of wolves ready to tear her apart, Elsa lowered her head down so that it rested along Honeymaren's. Her eyes raising to become lost inside the infinitely deep spirals of color. A slight nod was all she could give as her throat suddenly felt too tight. A small lick to her lips pressed them forward and she found herself falling into an embrace that she could never have imagined.

Like a cat creeping through the darkenss, Honeymaren's hands slowly left Elsa's to run around the dip of her waist and up her back. Her nose releasing a sigh of contentment as she gingerly pulled them closer to the door.

Elsa to all her credit was not idle. Her fingertips ran like spiders up Honeymaren's arms as though she were afraid that just the very tips would be too much for the slightly smaller woman to handle. Thankfully, nothing came out of her but pure pleasure as she allowed herself to be pulled even closer. The polite space between them shattering into a thousand tiny pieces when her back was pressed so solidly against her very own door.

A startled gasp pulled their lips apart and Elsa found herself suddenly weak in the knees. Her normally crystal blue eyes darker than the Black Sea. Her chest pressed solidly against the woman in front of her now and she found herself completely lost in the sensation. Her hands curled tightly into the fabric around her neck before she felt the door behind her begin to give way.

As graceful as a swan on a lake, Honeymaren moved them further inside the room. Her foot pressing the door closed as she let her hands roam up into Elsa's hair. Her fingertips moving in slow circles as she knew the elder woman liked. Another slow press of their lips continued their path towards the bed. Elsa's steps hesitant and unsure, while Honeymaren's were patient and unyielding.

Pure innocence stared back at her when Honeymaren pulled herself away. Her eyes taking in every ounce of the woman near trembling before her. A soft smile curled her lips and her fingers returned to tuck her hair behind her ear before tracing them along Elsa's jaw to rest at her parted lips.

"Are you okay?" Her words were kind and endearing. Her touch soft as a feather's fall. She didn't want to push Elsa into anything she wasn't ready for but she also knew that she had to take a little chance if they were going to find what they were looking for.

"Yes…" Elsa's hands came up between them, an unconscious gesture of her pure niavete, "I just…don't know…what I should do…"

"That's okay. Just let me show you what I can do." Another step forward, another back.

Elsa could feel the bed against the back of her legs, her heart near to jumping head long off the tallest tower of the castle. A thick swallow and a nod of her head brought the sweet taste of caramel and chocolate to her lips once more. She was sure she was falling from somewhere as she let herself be lowered down to sit along the edge.

Warm roughed fingers grazed along the arch of her shoulders and a deep whimpering sigh passed between them. Elsa found her hands being gently moved away from her own person only to be replaced by the most delicious of fires.

"Is this dress one of yours?" Honeymaren knew that if Elsa had created the dress herself there would be no way for her to actually rid her of it. As was with most of Elsa's magical designs they seemed to be attached to her skin in some way. Though absolutely amazing to look at, it didn't do her any favors now.

"Yes…" Elsa let her head turn to the side as she tried to catch her breath. Her eyes closed as she tried to bring herself under some semblance of order. The soft rustle of fabric beside her ear tilted her head and her eyes opened just in time to see what she was sure was another spirit before her.

Honeymaren tried not to be too confident in the way Elsa's jaw seemed to go loose when she tossed her tunic to the side. While not fully uncovered, as she had a wrap around her chest, she was most certainly more revealed than she'd ever been in front of her before. There was a small moment of hesitation as she came to stand beside her and she wondered just what was going on behind those shimmering eyes but when Elsa leaned forward to touch her, she readily complied.

"You're so beautiful…" Elsa did her best to keep her touch light, she had no way of knowing if her hands were hot or cold. Though the small flex of muscle hinted that her fingers might have been cold, the deep sigh of relief as Honeymaren pressed her hand over her own to lay flat below her ribs was enough to give her hope that her power was securely under control.

"You're more beautiful," Honeymaren felt no more cold than what the room around them provided. Her skin flushed with a desire that was becoming harder and harder to control. Still, she had given her word that she would do anything and everything to make Elsa feel safe and she wasn't about to go back on that promise, "You're so warm…"

Elsa glanced towards her face to assure herself that she wasn't being lied to. The gentle look of encouragement raising her other hand to join the first. She let her palms graze slowly around the younger woman's sides, her eyes taking in every single breath and texture, "So are you…"

Honeymaren placed her hands over Elsa's pulling them along her sides and up to her face, "I love you, all of you." Her lips pressed devotedly into each of her palms before she gently guided them away so that she could close the gap between them. As Elsa's hands fell innocently back to her sides Honeymaren couldn't help but tilt her head down under her jaw, the gentle pressure of her kiss tilting back the former Queen's head so that she could run along her raging pulse.

"Your turn." Her words were without a command, rather a gentle request whispered against her ear. The soft noise that came from the back of the elder woman's throat sent a tingle straight to her core and she couldn't help but hold her breath to savor her scent.

There was a minuscule flash of light, before the dress that Honeymaren had come to admire so much began to dissolve away into a swirling gentle flurry of lights. Her smile grew when Elsa's arms shyly came up to cover her shame. Though there was no shame in how she presented before her. The flush that had colored her cheeks so wonderfully now trailing down along her shoulders to the lightest dusting of freckles anyone could possibly have just above her breast. Elsa couldn't stop herself from curling up just a bit tighter and pulling her lip into her teeth as she tried to keep herself calm.

When the light faded and the heat of Elsa's skin radiated against her arms she could hardly think to bring in the air her lungs so desperately craved. Another small shift, another question of acquiesce passing between them before Honeymaren gently pushed her fingers through the barricade.

"Look at me." She didn't pull on her arms but rather held onto them so as to let her know that she was there, that she was more than captivated by what was before her.

Love showed brightly in her eyes and Elsa felt herself falling in an endless spiral. Her arms relaxed and so did the hands that held her, moving away to gently cradle her neck as her head fell back into it's palm, "I see you…"

"I'm right here, I promise. I'm not going to do anything you're not ready for." A lingering kiss sealed her promise and there was a slight moment where she felt she might have pushed her just a touch too far. Then her body yielded to her gentle command and the taste of winter flooded her tongue.

When the bed dipped Elsa's heart did too. Breaking the kiss, she took another calming breath through her nose and out of her trembling jaw. Her head shifted just a bit as Honeymaren crawled ever closer, though instead of sitting beside her like Elsa thought she would, she straddled her still clothed thighs, pressing them tightly together. Confusion and concern ticked her brow until Honeymaren lifted herself forward to press her palms flat under her shoulder blades. The pressure and texture releasing the muscles that had been trapped in their rock hard-states.

A knee weakening noise slipped past Elsa's lips and it took every single ounce of control not to lose herself in the moment. An adjustment of her weight and Elsa was nearly melting back into her arms. Her eyes lidded and dark as she stared somewhere deep inside. Another lingering kiss spilled her silver-like hair all over the sheets and pressed their hearts together so that they beat as one.

Elsa did not stop herself from raising her hands, thought still tentative, she ran them up and along the back of Honeymaren's lithe form. The woman over top of her letting out the faintest of sighs that she could feel down into the very bottom of her stomach.

"You are truly a Goddess come to bless this earth." Honeymaren couldn't help but run her fingertips lightly over the ridge of Elsa's cheek after she'd propped herself up partially on her elbow, "Do you trust me?"

"Implicitly." There was no hesitation in her voice, only a deep sighing of want.

"Good." Honeymaren pressed a short kiss to the corner of her lips before changing their position once more. Standing properly over the edge of the bed, she turned down the sheets and pushed them well out of her way. A small smirk ticked as Elsa struggled to push herself back into a somewhat suitable seating position. Her arm once more coming up to shield herself from the moon's gaze.

"Here. Come here." Honeymaren held out her hand patiently waiting. There was a moment of fear, not terror no, but of accepting something so new.

Elsa reached out as though she were reaching towards the light and when her fingers wrapped around she felt her soul crying out in pure need. A need to be loved, a deep desire to be wanted. She moved without a single sound allowing herself to be led to the top of the bed where an soft encouraging caress laid her back onto the pillows.

There was a moment where Honeymaren was sure she was dreaming, that the woman laid out beside her couldn't have possibly been real, "Put your hands here…if you're afraid. I won't let anything happen to this moment. I promise." The young Northuldran pressed their twined fingers down into the pillow beside Elsa's head before she slipped completely from the bed to remove the rest of her layers.

Elsa could do nothing but lay near motionless while her fingers clawed over her heart trying to assure herself that it was still beating. Her eyes drank in every ounce of skin that was revealed to the shining stars and she could hardly wait for her to return. The sheets were cool against her skin making her curl her toes and bend her knees slightly as though to pull away from the chill. Though truthfully she was merely feeling dreadfully over dressed.

"You still okay?"

"Yes…"

The blankets pushed further from her legs and the heat of skin against her hips sent a different kind of power through her limbs. Elsa could only watch as Honeymaren lowered herself down beside her, letting her hair brush along her stomach before she delicately slipped her fingers into her pants. Her hips rose well outside of her command and when the last of the fabric pulled free she felt as though there was no where left to hide. A both startling and welcome feeling that had her reaching out.

Soft earth mixed with snow as their fingers twined together. Honeymaren allowed herself to be pulled forward, her free hand gingerly working its way through the arm that held the last of her lover's prudence. When it was finally free she pressed herself fully over top and let her lips press into the softest skin below her jaw.

"Ah…This is…this…" Elsa tried to speak, to express how amazing it felt to feel someone so completely against her. Something that she had never had the pleasure to experience. Nor thought it to be possible. Something that she knew was so right, so perfect, so complete, "I love you…"

Heavy sighs of adoration spurred the younger girl forward once more. Using her leverage to press herself between the elder's legs so that their cores would finally meet. The was a light hesitance, a small tangling of legs before Elsa understood what she was trying to do. Soft pants were sealed with a passionate kiss, that when their cores met she was sure she had breathed in Elsa's soul.

Brow helplessly curled. Elsa let her hands rise over her head in complete surrender. Her eyes closing tight as the body over her began to move.

Roughed fingers, climbed mounds of pure white snow. Their peeks caressed and pressed lovingly between soft lips. A fiery wetness sending sparks down her spine, curling her legs up higher. The soft silk of hair blocking out the word as the heat grew deeper, hotter. Her hands curled tight into the pillow beneath her head as the softest of noises, broke past her lips. Mewling wisps that arched her back deliciously toward the sky.

Honeymaren couldn't help but be swept up in the encapsulating sounds that she pulled forth. Her eyes watching as her head traveled ever lower and her fingers trailed ahead to press ever so lightly against her. Could there have been anything more magical than the sight of a woman so strong, so confident, completely unraveling before her? It wasn't a game of power but of trust as she lowered down to press the faintest of kisses against the flower beginning to bloom.

Elsa's hands curled so tightly in the sheets they threatened to tear away their very threads, "Ho-neymaren?"

"I'm here." A promise sealed with a soft kiss releasing another mewling whine, "Are you okay?"

"Yes…" She was far from okay, in fact if it were a planet in another galaxy it still would not have been far enough away, " I'm so…"

"Does it feel good?" Her thumb lazily drew a wide circle, watching carefully.

"Yes…Ah…What are you…How…?" Elsa tired to lift her head but it was suddenly much too heavy. Though she did manage to lift her eyes she couldn't understand what she saw before her, "Please…"

"Do you want more?" Honeymaren could feel the energy building between them, her eyes observing very closely for any sign that Elsa might find herself out of control of her powers. While she didn't fear what would happen, she knew that if it were to happen Elsa might never open up like this again. She needed to tread so carefully.

"Yes….!" Elsa was near to panting now, as though she'd just run headfirst up the tallest mountain in the kingdom. Her chest felt as though it was suddenly pressed down by a deep water that she could never think to swim through but the heat that was burning below was enough to make her want to use her own powers against herself.

Honeymaren licked her bottom lip before lowering herself further. The taste of summer honey flooding her tongue as she drank in the essence of the Goddess beneath her. The loudest of cries Elsa had made thus far—barely that of a normal speaking voice—echoed through her ears as she allowed herself to fall deeper into the sensations.

Elsa could no longer keep her hands over her head. She wanted to feel the woman who was bringing her so much pleasure. She wanted to feel her hand twined in hers, her breath against her throat and her chest against her own. A desperate noise for attention passed her lips and her eyes locked with those below. Her hand reaching out as though to catch herself from falling from a bridge.

"I want you…I want to…" Her words were a mix of gibberish and moaned syllables though her eyes told her lover everything she needed to know.

A devoted kiss pressed before Honeymaren crawled her way forward, taking the hand that was reaching out so desperately and bringing it to her lips. While she was far from done she wanted to give everything Elsa needed in that moment and more. As she adjusted to her call, her other hand lowered down to continue what her tongue had started.

Elsa's lips reached forward, her brow raised in question. Then her eyes rolled closed and her head fell forward just enough to press against ebony silk. The smell of the earth and all it's herbs and spices filled her soul as she felt herself become part of the woman above her. Her hand that was not about to crush the fingers in it's grip trailed down Honeymaren's side, reaching up with the utmost hesitance. Her lithe fingers raising the flesh of solid muscle before slipping into the fire between.

She hadn't the slightest idea of what she needed to do but she was a quick study. Somewhere in what was left inside her brain she managed to adjust her own body so that she was able to reach her goal. Her eyes opening just enough to see if what she was doing was right before leaning up to pull the woman down in a passionate kiss.

"You…don't have to…" Honeymaren could hardly focus now that Elsa had become a willing participant. Though it had been her goal in the long run she had never expected her to become so forthcoming so quickly. Her lips smashed against Elsa's own as their passion began to grow outside of their control, "It's okay…just enjoy this…"

A whining moan left Elsa's throat before she conceded. It wasn't that she didn't want to, it was that she barely had control of her limbs as it was. Her hand retreated to wrap around Honeyamren's back to pull her as close as she possibly could. "I…I…"

"Shhh."

Another bruising kiss silenced her protests and the fingers between her legs rose her to a new height. Everything in her body felt as though it were winding up to snap. A sharp gasp for air and a strangled whimper threw Elsa's head back, and with one final push the pressure in her chest exploded outward. Not just physically but magically as well.

Honeymaren's eyes snapped open to the large luminescent crystals that suddenly appeared in the room around them when she felt Elsa's entire body tremble with her release. The pulse of her heart running through her fingers as she helped her ride out the wave.

The hands that hand come to hold her in place gave a great tremble before they slipped from her person entirely. Elsa's body completely relaxing as she came down from on high. Her chest desperately heaving in gulps of the cool air that had formed around them.

Honeymaren felt her own release gently roll through her at the sight before her. Not as magical as Elsa's but still powerful all the same. As she withdrew her fingers from inside the blonde her own body slipped onto it's side to give them some much needed space to breathe. Her head rolled her body onto her back as she looked out at the fragile looking ice that twirled around them. Their intricate shapes catching in the light of the moon to cast the most enchanting colors around the room.

Elsa could hardly open her eyes to see what she had done. Her head rolling heavily towards the warm breath that wafted over her shoulder. Her eyes completely out of focus as she tried to take in the visage of the woman who had taken her to a new place beyond what Ahtohallan could ever bring.

"Are you…?"

"Yes, I'm just fine…" Though winded, Honeymaren turned back onto her side to reach for the blanket that had been lost somewhere near their feet. With all the strength she had left inside her, she pulled the silken sheets up over their heated forms before slipping her arm behind Elsa to roll her heavy body over her chest, "Can you hear my heart?"

Elsa adjusted as much as she could, her head nuzzling over the soft mound beneath her ear, the furious pounding telling her that she was there, that she was alright. That her magic had done nothing to ruin the moment between them. A lone tear of pure joy rolled down her cheek when she dragged her arms up towards her chin, her fingers gently tracing an old childhood scar along the shoulder of the arm that cradled her head so gently.

Honeymaren allowed herself to just bask in the moment. Her fingers deftly pulling Elsa's long silver locks from around her neck and over her far shoulder. As she did, she revealed the most beautiful vision of all.

"I love you…"

"I love you, too…" Elsa smiled weakly to the kiss placed upon the crown of her head. Her body and mind at complete odds as she found herself falling into the deep abyss of sleep. The soft caress along her shoulders sending her rocking down a gentle river of dreams made reality.

oOOo

As soon as the first rays of light crested over Anna's eyelids she was awake with a sharp and mischievous glee. She hastily disentangled herself from Kristoff, rudely waking him in the process before she ran in all her naked glory behind her dressing screen. Like a child on Yule she quickly threw a nightdress over her form and a pair of socks to protect her feet from the cold before she was sliding towards the door.

She nearly ran full tilt down the long hallway that led to Elsa's old room. Nearly taking out Gerda as she slid around the corner. Thankfully she was only carrying a set of fresh sheets when Anna grabbed her arm to bring herself to a stop.

"Has Elsa woken yet?" Her words were near foreign and her wild bed wrangled hair did not do her any favors.

Completely used to the Queen's excited and somewhat odd behaviors at this point Gerda merely adjusted the cloth in her arm, "No, I don't believe so."

Before the poor woman could even finish her sentence Anna had pushed off again. Nearly taking out a very expensive vase from one of the neighboring Kingdoms. Finally, she reached the hall she had spent so much of her life in and she slid herself to a stop just in front of Elsa's door. She raised her hand and gave her iconic knock, though it was no louder than a baby's sigh before she pressed her ear to the aged wood.

When no sound answered her near silent call, she very stealthily turned the handle on the door. The sound of the tumbler clicking as the lock released feeling much too loud in the stillness of morning. Still, she pressed on with the speed of a sloth opening the door just wide enough for her to peer inside. Her hand clamped tight over her mouth when her eyes adjusted to the insane brightness that Elsa's east facing room provided.

The large crystals that floated near the ceiling were a truly fantastical sight to behold but what had made her clamp her mouth shut was the sight of the bed that was nearly glowing from the light of the sun. A childish squeal nearly gave her away as she took in the two women still peacefully laying on the bed.

Honeymaren was up high on the pillows, her long hair spread out over the light colored sheets. Her head was turned down away from the sun and partially behind one of her arms that nestled itself along her ear. Just under her chin, and with all the ethereal glow of the spirit she represented, laid Elsa. Her head was turned towards the sun, her long lashes gleaming in the light with her hair flowing back over her shoulder and along her side. One hand was tucked up under her chin though under the arm that had held her. While the other was held up to her side, her fingers laying lax in the the younger woman's palm. The sheets that were surely pulled up at one point now tangled around her bare waist. Exposing her back and the sides of the woman she laid nearly completely over top of. The mark of Ahtohallan gleaming brightly on her back against her snow-white skin.

Definitely a sight to put into her fantasy journal.

Anna closed the door as quickly and quietly as she could and dashed her way back to her room. Though she did wait until she rounded the corner before letting out her squeal of excitement. Without a single care in the world she burst through her own door with a look of great triumph on her face.

"Pay up!"

Startled by her sudden return, Kristoff turned. Having resigned himself to waking early for the day. His fingers fumbling the buttons on his shirt before he had to release it to catch Anna as she jumped up into his arms, his eyes wide with disbelief, "No way."

"Scouts honor!" Anna held up three fingers with a rancorous giggle before wrapping her arms around his neck to pull him into a fierce kiss.

"Mm, where's your belt?"

He was going to be so sore.