They were both back on the balcony, Maribel's head resting on Elsa's shoulder once again. She felt hot, even though there were flurries of snow in the air.
"I'm cold, can we go inside?" Maribel looked absolutely frigid. Her lips were turning blue.
"Of course!" Elsa ushered her into the bedroom and, with some difficulty, closed the doors. Her body felt drunk, but her mind was clear.
Maribel shook off Elsa's jacket now that she was in the warmth of the palace. It fell to the floor and revealed that the summer queen was clad in nothing but a short silk robe. The garment was molded to her body in such a way that suggested it was damp. Elsa noticed that Maribel's hair was wet as well.
"I'm cold," she repeated, untying the sash that had been struggling to keep the robe closed to begin with.
"Er, perhaps you should put the jacket back on if you're cold…"
Elsa reached for the coat on the floor while trying to keep her eyes from sliding up the other woman's figure. She was doing a good job until a hand reached out and grabbed Elsa's wrist. The jacket crumpled back to the ground once again.
She was pulled to her feet by Maribel, who ran her fingers up the length of Elsa's arms and then down the front of her chest. As goosebumps raised on the ice queen's skin (a sensation she'd only heard about but had never experienced up until this point), Maribel let her robe glide to the floor.
Elsa froze. Her eyes remained locked on Maribel's face, and she felt her ears get icy cold once more.
Maribel guided Elsa's hand to her hips, her stomach, her chest. She stood on tiptoe and brushed her lips against the ice queen's neck.
"Why are you so stiff?" Her lips parted and Elsa felt a warm tongue graze her earlobe.
"You said you were cold," she closed her eyes, but somehow that only served to intensify the feeling of Maribel's nude body against her frozen form. "I wouldn't get that close to me if you're cold," her words trembled.
Maribel laughed, and scraped a layer of frost off of Elsa's ear with her teeth.
"Oh Elsa, the cold never bothered me anyway."
At that point, Elsa realized that she, too, was wearing a silk robe. With a crooked finger, Maribel hooked the edge of the fabric and it vanished off of the snow queen's shoulders.
"When I'm cold, I've never had trouble getting all warmed up…"
Maribel took a step forward and out of reflex, Elsa stepped back. Her legs bumped the edge of her bed, and she allowed Maribel to push her back onto the mountain of pillows. A low moan crawled into the limited space between them.
"Maribel…"