The wind blew coldly around the forest trees, leaves swaying gently in the air while the full moon hovered in the night sky, beaming its moonlight over the forest. The light penetrated through the leaves into a hidden area, a hidden clearing in the forest where a warm, gentle flame crackled on tops of stacked logs, a person sitting in front looking at it.

Upon further glance, one would be surprised by who was here, alone, without any company nearby to accompany her.

Elsa. The fifth spirit, the guardian of the forest, the Queen of Arendelle, the one who united the spirits of the forest in unity and harmony, brought Arendelle and the Northuldra together...

Elsa stared at the fire in front of her as she took a swig of the bottle in her hand, rocking gently side to side as she glanced at the bottle in her hand with a hiccup.

She was drunk. Yeah. Drunk.

She was preferably, thoroughly drunk enough, that she couldn't help but laugh a bit from the way the fire danced in the snow that fell around her, spits of fire separating before joining once again. Besides, it seemed funny to her how the fire seemed to be alive, the fire appearing to have a mind of its own as it burned brightly and hot while she sat in front of it.

Perhaps she could try dancing as well.

Yeah. Seems like a good idea, alright.

As Elsa tried to stand up, she couldn't help but stumble a bit, giggling like crazy as the fifth spirit tried to catch her balance while holding the bottle of wine tightly in her hand.

"Wh-whoaa," the words left her lips in a slur as she laughed, "Almost fell there. Gotta b-be careful, next time."

Luckily, she catches herself by holding onto a tree, the fifth spirit taking another drink out of the bottle as she couldn't help but try to dance to the rhythm of the fire. After all, she was alone, no one to see her dance the way that she did as the fifth spirit moved around the fire in a slow-pace dance with her spirit dress gently swaying.

This wasn't the first time she drank alcohol in the form of wine. She only picked up the bad habit only a few months ago after… what happened…

But the dancing while drunk part was certainly a unique idea, something that was new to her, and she just wanted to try it. Just to quell the aching pain in her heart.

Just drunkenly dancing to get rid of this pain that was buried deep into her soul, the pain that she lived with for more than a year of guilt and anger at herself. Anger and guilt for losing the person she loved the most in this life that would never show her the love she craved for so long.

For what happened to Anna.

She had barely saved Arendelle from the flood when she learned of it.

Elsa was riding on Nokk, the fifth spirit heading back to the forest with the help of the water spirit as she saw the mist that once hovered over the Enchanted Forest was gone from sight, meaning the forest was freed at last. All that she saw now was a clear blue sky, green trees, and someone standing on the shore in the distance.

Anna.

It made Elsa smile upon seeing her younger sister, despite she couldn't tell yet but could only guess, waiting for her. Yes, it was wrong to push Anna away, but it had to be done. Anna had to be the savior of the forest, and she had done it. Anna had found her message, destroyed the dam, saved the forest, saved her…

Elsa couldn't wait to see her sister...

Wait. Something's wrong.

As Elsa gets closer, she can see that it's not Anna standing on the shoreline, but Kristoff instead, his expression full of sorrow and grief.

Something's definitely wrong.

She's urging Nokk to go faster, the water horse obeying her as it gallops faster to the shore. Because she's worried now.

Once it arrives, Elsa jumps from the Nokk as she goes to where Kristoff stands.

"Where's Anna?" Is the first thing she asks, the young man on the verge of tears as Kristoff answers her.

"Elsa…"

The cracking of his voice and the tears in his eyes is enough for Elsa to slowly panic, the anxiety in her voice as she goes to where the young man is and grabs him by his collar

"Kristoff, where's Anna?! Where's my sister?!"

The reply he gives is enough to answer her deepest fear as her grip weakens.

"I'm sorry. We tried to save her," Kristoff sighs as tears drip from his eyes before he continues, "But she was on the dam when the Earth Giants threw boulders at it. I had barely grabbed her hand when… when she slipped and fell."

It can't be.

"She's gone, Elsa."

But the sad truth is that it is.

"I'm so, so sorry."

It's enough to cause Elsa to sink to the ground in anguish, in the fear and anguish that she now feels as she begins to weep to herself.

In the pain and anger that she feels in her shattering heart over what happened to Anna. She had pushed her away, her only sister and the only family member she had left in this world, and Anna was now gone.

It was all her fault.

Kristoff could only hold Elsa as she wept on him, the young man crying as well over his failure to save the woman he loved. For in that moment, all they could do was release their grief together, holding each other to let the pain flow out in tears that mixed together upon hitting the ground.

There was no joy that day.

As Elsa recalls that day, she couldn't help but feel her eyes grow teary, the fifth spirit still dancing around the fire as she allows for her body to control the rhythm she's flowing with.

To let the pain she's feeling in her soul control her.

It didn't take long to find the corpse of her sister, the fifth spirit grieving over the cold, lifeless shell that had once hosted the spirit of her sister. They had tried to gently remove Elsa when she refused to let go of the body, forcing them to put her to sleep with medication so they could properly prepare Anna's body for the upcoming funeral. When she had woken up, the first thing she did was weep again in her room, anger at herself for not even saying goodbye to Anna.

She never slept that entire week.

After all, it was hard to deal with the fact that she had to bury the cold, lifeless body of Anna on the day of the funeral herself. Even though her other friends were there, the love and comfort they tried to give her couldn't compare itself to the one she felt from Anna.

None of them could ever give her the love that only Anna could give her.

But the wine is helping her cope with the pain a bit, and no one knows of this hidden place she's in. An area where she can be alone and no one will have to see her in such pain as she's dancing to herself in such an enchanting and spiritual way that one might consider could even be considered erotic.

An area hidden away in the Enchanted Forest that she can release her pain in while the Northuldrans and Arendellians would not know where she was.

Hell, not even the other spirits know about this place.

But the voice that speaks to her is enough to get her attention.

"Hey, Elsa."

Turning around, Elsa has to lower the bottle to the ground to wipe her eyes so she can clearly see who's standing a few feet away from her. When she does, she drunkenly waves to him with a smile, even though she's surprised.

"H-hheyy, Kristofff."

The young man waves back, but it's clear he's sad to see Elsa like this. Once a young woman that was always joyful with Anna around, Elsa was now simply depressed all the time, the fifth spirit trying to drown her sorrows, her guilt in any sort of form possible.

From doing things that were considered unusual for a queen, such as sleeping in late, to even isolating herself like she had in the past, it hurts Kristoff to see Elsa trying to blame herself for what happened to Anna, hurting him more to see her drunk like this, as he never saw Elsa drink wine or alcohol once in her life.

So it was pretty... depressing for him.

"H-how did youuu find meeee?"

He walked on over as Elsa took another drink from the bottle, the young man in his ice harvester outfit as he glanced at her with a slight frown.

"It wasn't hard finding you here. I simply followed you while you weren't paying attention, and I watched you arrive here by yourself."

"So yo-you were stalking me? That's a bad th-thing to do, Kristoff."

He sighed with a shake of his head as Elsa giggled.

"Only because I'm worried about you, Elsa."

As Elsa shrugged, she went to take another drink when Kristoff took the bottle from her, the fifth spirit confused for a moment before she became angry, stumbling a bit while trying to reach for the bottle.

"H-hey! Give it backk!"

"Elsa, no," Kristoff replied as she reached for it again, holding it out of her reach, "Stop it. Look at yourself. You can barely walk, let alone even stand because you're drunk."

Elsa scoffed as she stumbled slightly with a hiccup.

"I'm n-not dr-drunk."

"Yes, you are."

"No, I'm n-not. Gi-give it back, now."

Kristoff sighs as he continues to hold the bottle in the air when Elsa tries to reach for it again, the fifth spirit glaring at him as she fails to grab it.

"Give it back!"

"No. Please, Elsa," Kristoff replies as she frowns, "Just stop. You need to stop. You're going to hurt yourself."

Upon the word hurt, Elsa simply walked back to where the fire was, sitting on the snow as tears came to her eyes.

"Why d-do youu care about me? Y-you couldn't even save Annaa, so why should you worry about meee?"

Kristoff's eyes display hurt when he hears this, but knows it's only from the effects of the wine in Elsa's system. With a sigh, the young man walks over to where she is, sitting by her side.

"Because I really care about you. You're supposed to be back in Arendelle, and I can't continue to make up excuses for when you're out here alone, doing who knows what God only knows. It hurts me, Elsa, to see you like this and I don't know what to do anymore. After all, you're Anna's sister. I can't lose you, too."

Elsa only scoffs more, the young man watching her carefully as she speaks.

"Maybe you should leave me alone in my misery. Let me be mi-miserable by m-myself. Go and do some-something rather than to bother me, Kristoff. Do some ice picking or something and leave me alone."

Kristoff feels hurt even more, but keeps quiet as he sighs and glances at the fire in front of him.

Tightly grabbing the bottle in his hand, he brings it to his lips as he takes a sip of the bottle, with Elsa surprised by what he's doing.

"H-hey!" She tries to reach for it again, but stops when Kristoff glares at her. "That's mine!"

"Just stop. If you're planning on being miserable about the death of Anna, I might as well do the same," he says as he takes another chug of the wine, "Besides, this day is rough already as it is, and it's pretty good to be honest, not gonna lie."

As Elsa nods, she turns back to the fire, the fifth spirit sitting by the young man as they proceed to drown their misery in the wine that they share with each other.

Blurring out the pain they feel in the crevice of their souls.

It's only an hour later that the two friends are now extremely drunk, laughing in the cold darkness of the night as they tell stories to each other that they consider to be hilarious only to themselves.

"No-no way!"

"Yes," Kristoff drunkenly says as Elsa laughs, "You-you should've seen his face. It was like a tomato, except a really big f-fat one."

They're talking about Kai, of course, on how the family butler was so worried about the Queen of Arendelle that he literally snapped and told Kristoff to tell Elsa that the fifth spirit should stop being so depressed over Anna and move on already from her grief. To assume her responsibilities and act like a queen again.

"Really? What el-else did he say?"

"Beats me! I didn't even care except thinking about how he looked like a tomato!"

The two laugh again, sharing a drink of the wine bottle once again as they grow calm from their laughter that they're finding comfort in. Comfort to share just a bottle of wine between each other and get to talk on a more personal level with each other.

"But, seriously," Kristoff says as he grasps the bottle tightly while looking at the fire, "I t-told him he should focus on h-his weight and stop acting like the as-asshole he was, that you were still grieving over your baby sister and to l-leave you alone."

"And that was when his face went red?"

"Yep!"

They burst into laughter again, Elsa and Kristoff laughing as they hold their sides to contain the laughter that's causing pain in their abdomen. Sharing the bottle of wine once again, they each take a small chug to calm down their fit of laughter as Elsa drunkenly turns to Kristoff with a smile.

"Tha-ank you, Kristoff! You know, I'm so, so sor-rry for treating you so bad earlier beca-ause you're l-like, the only one who unders-stands meee well. No one else unders-stands the pain I'm going th-through."

It earns a nod from the young man as he chuckles, running his hand through his blonde hair as he smiles.

"Don't sweat abo-out it! You're welc-come."

As Elsa sighs in relief, she can't help but look on over to Kristoff as she warmly smiles in his direction. After all, she feels so calm around him, noticing how handsome he looks in his outfit that he usually wears, how beautiful his combed blonde hair looks, and those brown eyes staring at her like she's something gorgeous and…

Elsa turns away, blushing hotly red as Kristoff tilts his head questioningly.

"Y-you alright?"

Elsa gives a quick nod of her head, a nervous laugh escaping her lips.

"N-never better!"

But she can't deny the palpating of her heart, her heart beating faster as an unfamiliar warmth runs over her body as she looks at him once again. She's drunk for sure, but Elsa's thoughts are going into places that she's not entirely sure are real or not for him.

Is this love? What is it? Does he feel the same right now? Maybe she can ask him.

"H-hey, Kristoff?"

"Yeah?" The young man asks, Elsa's heart beating faster as she leans in closer to him.

"What do y-you think of me as?"

Kristoff glances upward at the sky as he carefully thinks about his answer before responding.

"I think of y-you as someone that I care about. As a friend would."

Elsa sighs as she grabs his hand, the man turning to her as she asks him something more personal.

"Of course. But d-do you love me?"

Kristoff is slightly surprised by her question, his eyes displaying his surprised reaction.

"Wh-why do you ask that?"

"Be-because Anna was the only one who loved me, and now that she's gone," Elsa can't stop the watery tears that drip down her face, "I feel so a-alone. I d-don't know what to do without her, Kr-Kristoff, and it hurts so much because everyone expects me to know what to do and the fact is that I don't even know what to do in my life anymore..."

As Elsa begins to sob, Kristoff holds her close to his chest as she cries, soothing her as he brushes his hand over her snowy hair.

"I know, Elsa. I'm sorry that you have to go through this," he says as he lifts her chin to make her look at him, "It hurts me too because I should have sav-saved her, and I didn't. But always remember that you have people that love you. Olaf loves you, Sven loves you, an-and…"

The next words are actually hard to form because he doesn't know what's going to happen next with what's going to say, but he says it nonetheless.

"I love you."

Elsa blinks her teary ocean eyes.

"You mean it?"

He nods.

"I do."

He's actually surprised when he leans in and tenderly kisses Elsa on her lips, who's slightly shocked as well from the kiss because it could be from the alcohol running through their veins or something else in the air. But it happens, all while the bottle of wine falls to the ground, the red liquid spilling and soaking into the frozen ground below.

Then again, at this point, they're alone right now, she's lonely, and she just wants to be loved again.

Even if it means to go further than this.

So she returns it back, the fifth spirit gently kissing Kristoff as they melt into the kiss, lips pressing tenderly against each other as the two softly moan from the contact. Tongues slowly entering each other mouths and discovering new territory to dance in, it's a kiss of hunger, searching for love that they seek from each other.

When she tries to push Kristoff onto the snowy dirt, it's when he realizes what's going on and what she wants from him, pulling away from the kiss as Elsa looks at him strangely, wondering why he stopped.

"Wh-what's wrong?" She asks, noticing the regret in his eyes.

"We shou-shouldn't do this, Elsa," he replies, trying to get her off of him gently, "I'm sorry. It's just wrong..."

But he stops when she grabs his hands and forces him onto the ground, water welling in her eyes.

"Please…" She breathes softly, "Kristoff, I need it. To feel loved again."

It's not a request. It's a demand.

"Elsa… don't..."

He's met with water that falls onto his skin, Elsa holding him with shaky hands.

"Please. No one will see us together."

Upon hearing her plea, Kristoff complies as he kisses her again, his hands gently straddling her slim waist as her hands roam over his body to fumble with the buttons of his shirt. After all, the two were feeling the warmth of each other's bodies, the alcohol in their systems causing the two to want to feel more than just the clothes as they pressed against each other.

It was a step that there was no turning back from.

Elsa's slender fingers fumbled with removing his shirt, Kristoff helping as he takes it off so that Elsa will see his bare, toned chest before her eyes. As she did, she couldn't help but notice his well-toned abs with a blush, softly trailing her fingers against his chest.

It's a gentle, provoking touch that earns a moan from Kristoff as he leans in for another kiss, the young man unable to stop as his hands slowly roamed up to her waist and up to her breasts, his fingers roaming over Elsa's spirit outfit as he began to tug it off her.

"Kristoff..." Elsa moaned as she could feel his fingers run against her pale, sensitive skin, "... don't stop, please…"

As he complies, the spirit dress slowly fell down her shoulders as she softly waved a hand over the icy blue dress underneath her spirit dress, melting it while gasping from the cool air brushing against her now exposed breasts. Breathing softly, she allowed for Kristoff to take full sight of her breasts as she blushed heavily.

"Are th-they okay?" She shyly asked, embarrassed slightly to be partially naked in front of a man that was to be her sister's fiance in the past. After all, this was her first time being slightly nude in the presence of a man, a man that was to be her brother-in-law if Anna was still alive.

Now, he was just her love partner for this sorrowful night. But that didn't mean she was ready to be fully naked in front of him though.

Not hearing him respond, however, she began to cover herself with her arms when he grabbed them gently, moving them to the side as he continued to stare at them with a blushing Elsa waiting for his answer.

After a while, Kristoff gave his truthful opinion.

"They're perfect."

For they were, Elsa's pink nipples had stiffened into peaks, light pink cherries atop succulent mounds that he couldn't bear to call tits. They were too beautiful and fae-like, almost as if they were created for men to worship Elsa like if she was a goddess. One who was too beautiful, innocent, and pure to even be in the presence of.

Yet, here he was.

Without a moment to haste, Kristoff leaned forward and gently kissed one of the buds of her breasts, Elsa's breathing soft and gentle as he began to tease it with his tongue. As Elsa mewled softly, his right hand reached for her left breast and began to caress her nipple, fingers gently rolling the hardened bud between them.

In response, Elsa couldn't help but softly gasp from the soft kisses and touches she felt from Kristoff playing with her breasts, the fifth spirit's fingers trailing down her legs to where she was feeling a warmth blossoming in her lower area, her womanhood quivering as she slowly melted away the ice that covered her private area to expose it to the cool air.

"Kristoff…"

But Kristoff ignored her, the man tenderly kissing each bud of her breasts as Elsa's slender fingers slowly touched her sacred flower, the fifth spirit shivering as she felt herself wet from what she was feeling.

Fingers trailing along her clit, Elsa shivered from the shocking sensation it brought to her lower area. Besides, it was apparent from the clear liquid slowly trailing down her thigh that she was feeling pleasure, Elsa continuing to gently touch her most sacred area as she could feel the heat growing in her.

"Please… ah... ah..." She panted, feeling the heat growing more but not wanting it to end, even though her body demanded its release. Seeing her, Kristoff stopped playing with her breasts and leaned in for a kiss, which she hungrily returned as their tongues danced in each other's mouths.

Wanting to give him attention, Elsa's hands moved from her sacred area and around Kristoff as she rubbed his back, gently scratching it with her nails. In response, Kristoff softly moaned, the fifth spirit blushing as she felt something hard press against her thigh as his hands gently grabbed her waist while pulling away from the kiss.

"Ea-eager, are we?" Elsa whispered in his ear as he nodded, "I can h-help you with that."

Moving onto his pants, the fifth spirit began to fumble with the belt of Kristoff, the man watching carefully as she began to tug off his pants down his waist. But before she could finish, Kristoff sat up as he grabbed her gently by her wrists.

"Wait," he said as she turned to him, "I'll do it."

As she removed her hands, the young man removed his pants completely as he sat on the ground in only his briefs. Once he removed those as well, he sat there as Elsa took in the full sight of his naked body with a silent gulp.

Kristoff was rather well built, the man having a rather lengthy, thick member that she wondered briefly if it would be able to fit inside of her at all. Besides, she knew it was both of their first times to be naked in front of each other, their first times if they went further than this.

But, as before, there was no turning back.

Slowly, she crawled on over to where his manhood had sprung free, still under the effect of the alcohol in her system as Elsa drunkenly got on top of Kristoff, who shivered a bit from the cold touch of Elsa and the cold air from the snow gently falling around.

"Ar-are you alright?" She asks worriedly, Kristoff nodding even though it was cold for him but not wanting to let it interfere with this moment.

"I'm fi-fine. Just keep going."

As she glanced at him, she went back to doing what she needed to do, Elsa grabbing his manhood as she directed it to her womanhood as it stood tall and twitched with anticipation.

Elsa gulped as she saw its length, the thickness of the shaft gently twitching under her as her dripping sex hovered above Kristoff's manhood.

Could she do it? Perhaps there was still time to turn back, still time to stop this and simply apologize for all of this and learn to live with the shame of this event for the rest of her life.

No.

She wouldn't.

She couldn't.

She just wanted to feel love again, especially if it meant to lose her innocence and purity with this simple act of love that would change everything between her and Kristoff forever.

Her ocean blue eyes flickered to the sky above as she slowly lowered herself onto the waiting, twitching cock below her.

Anna…

Elsa's eyes grew teary upon the warm, thick shaft entering her moist, slippery walls as she gasped from the pain and pleasure she was feeling.

I'm sorry.

Sinking completely to where her backside could feel his thighs, Elsa cried out in pain, the fifth spirit gasping as she felt Kristoff's manhood completely in her now.

Placing her hands on his toned chest, she closed her eyes and winced in pain, feeling the manhood of the man, who she considered to be even like her own brother, twitch against her walls as spikes of pleasure ran throughout her body, causing her to pant heavily.

Kristoff grew worried upon seeing the thin trail of blood leaking from her womanhood onto his member, reaching for her waist to pull out.

"Elsa, I'm so-so-sorry! We should stop…"

"No!" Elsa cried out, the man's hands stopping while holding her waist as she glanced at him with watery eyes, "Please. Just, le-let me get adjusted to it."

Keeping quiet despite the urge to thrust in her relentlessly, Kristoff nodded as he gritted his teeth, Elsa glancing down at herself as she blushed even more at seeing this position that she and Kristoff were in. Not only that, she could feel Kristoff cock in her, the fifth spirit barely moving at all as it earned her a groan from the man.

This sensation that she was feeling was… strange to her. Satisfying even as she felt her inner walls trying to get adjusted to this intrusion in her. It was like his member was made for her, his erect member filling her up as she bit her lower lip nervously from the sensation of… feeling complete. At first, she thought that it wouldn't fit inside of her, but it slid in well with her juices and blood acting a lubricant for his member.

Honestly, Elsa was no stranger to the concept of sex from learning about it through her studies as a child. After all, she had to learn about the anatomy and physiology of the human body, the fifth spirit learning about how sex worked and what happened during the process of it.

Back then, she wondered why people considered the idea of sex to be something of delight and a thrill-seeking pleasure. Now she knew.

She still had to see what she was capable of in this position.

Slowly, she gently, carefully clenched her thighs, her walls tightening against Kristoff's cock as he groaned even more. In fact, the young man had to grab her thighs in order to prevent himself from thrusting into Elsa, wanting to keep his promise as his nails dug into her skin with a wince from her.

"F-fuuck, Elsa, you're s-so tight…"

Elsa couldn't help but blush more as she grinded her hips on him, earning her the painful grasp on her thighs yet again. She liked it, a soft giggle leaving her lips.

It hurts her, but in a special way of hurt. Almost pleasurable, to be honest, that she couldn't help but grind her hips again. It earned yet another painful grasp on her thighs, Elsa softly moaning as she pushed aside strands of hair from her face and leaned into Kristoff's face for a gentle kiss.

Seeing this as a form of permission, Kristoff began to gently thrust in her, Elsa's breathing quickening as she held onto his shoulders for support. After all, she was still new to sex, Elsa losing her virginity to the man that should have been Anna's husband by now had her younger sister survived the fall.

But she didn't, and now here they were. Drunk and having sexual intercourse with each other in an attempt to fill the empty void in their souls with love.

Biting her bottom lip in an attempt to stifle her moans, it's in vain as she begins to cry out at every thrust in her, the erect member kissing her womb as she panted heavily from every hot, spiking sensation running through her body.

"Kristoff…"

Seeing her in ecstasy, he decided to once again play with her breasts, his hands roaming from her thighs, up the thin layer of the spirit dress that covered her soft stomach, and up to her exposed breasts as he playfully grabbed her nipples. It turned him on further when she mewled in response, grabbing one of his hands and guiding it down to her private area.

The rather coarse texture of his fingertips as they brushed against her swollen clit caused her breathing to quicken, gasping at every sharp spike of pleasure that ran through her body as he began to gently stroke her inside and out. Besides, Elsa could feel her inner walls easing and tightening with each thrust, feeling every ridge and bump of his cock as he thrusted into her while slowly picking up the pace.

But it was only a few minutes during their lovemaking when she felt it, the heat in her blossoming even further as water forms in her eyes and drips down her cheeks with a moan escaping her lips.

"I'm… I'm close…"

Kristoff feels himself on the edge as he groans.

"I'm close too…"

The sad fact is that she doesn't want it to end so quickly, the heat threatening to burst like a balloon as she tries to prevent the release of her orgasm, tries to prevent it because she's afraid of losing these sensations of love running through her body. But Kristoff notices her pained expression as she clenches her walls tighter around his member with closed eyes that tears leak from.

"Elsa, let go…"

"But I… I can't… not yet, please…"

He leans forward as his lips softly brushes against her own lips while still thrusting his hips against hers.

"You have to…"

He kisses her as she returns it, her hands gripping his shoulders as his hands wrap around her waist, her slender legs wrapping around him as she sat in his lap just as he thrusts hard into her one last time.

"Kristoff!"

And he's right because in the end, she cries out his name as she feels her body spasm from reaching her climax, Elsa feeling her orgasm explode in a mixture of juices coming from her womanhood as Kristoff slumps further into her, reaching his own orgasm as he releases his thick ropes of cum into her womb with a curse that's followed by a groan.

Because he didn't pull out. After all, from Elsa's young age, she's in the stage where she's fertile and the fact that they just came together, at the same time, have the high possibility of causing an egg of Elsa to be fertilized with his seed. Especially if his member is pushed in all the way to her womb, the hot seed of his entering her sacred chambers that houses the production of her eggs.

Maybe they'll be lucky and she won't get pregnant as a result.

Still, the two are panting heavily from the sex while being under the effects of the alcohol in their systems, the two leaning back with Elsa still on top of Kristoff as she tries to catch her breath while her shaky hands hold onto his chest for support. Her legs are trembling, her pussy still housing the warm, thick member of Kristoff that's leaking the juices of both as she gazes at him with teary ocean eyes.

For she had done it, the act of sex that was supposed to be kept sacred until the day of her wedding night with the person she loved the most. She had given up her innocence and virginity to the man that was, in a special way, her best friend and past lover to her deceased younger sister.

All in order to provoke the feeling of love in her again.

Did she feel it? She doesn't know at all except the aftermath that she's feeling right now known as bliss and the exhaustion that comes along with it. Despite from the ecstasy that her body was craving earlier, it was now demanding rest to recover from the alcohol they drank along with the act of sex committed.

Even Kristoff looked exhausted, the young man panting heavily as Elsa rested her head against his chest to listen to his beating heart. With the fifth spirit's breathing calming down into a soft, gentle pattern, she gently trailed a finger across his chest as she closes her eyes to relax, to rest.

Upon feeling him shiver, she conjured a snow blanket to cover them, Kristoff holding Elsa close to him as she felt the faint hint of a smile crawl upon her lips.

Perhaps she was feeling love after all, even if it was through the sexual way. She didn't know about him, but maybe it was from the effects of alcohol still. Perhaps... just perhaps...

She never finished her thought, for as the two slowly fell asleep in each other's arms that night, the snow stopped falling.

And all was peaceful and quiet.

A/N: Hi. New to fanfiction writing, and the first one I write is a romantic Kristelsa smut. Yeah, I know you might have your opinions about it, but again this is fanfiction and I had an idea to write an A/U Kristelsa story where Anna died, and Elsa and Kristoff spend a night drunk together and next thing you know, this happens by accident (just like in the tv shows and romance movies). Maybe it was even inspired by Chainsmokers' Closer (lol, but seriously a great song to listen to), and this might probably be the longest smut you've ever read, so sorry in advance.

I'll leave it as a one-shot for now, but if you want a full story on this, leave it in the reviews and give it a like/follow. I have an entire story planned out for this, but it's up to you folks if you're interested in a story where Elsa and Kristoff have to deal with the consequences of their actions while healing together from the depression caused by Anna's death. In my opinion, smut isn't smut without romance or a story that leads up to it/follows it afterward. It's up to you readers though...