Slot this one where you think it would fit best. It was an idea I had one day.
Freya stood at the preparation table in the kitchen, checking the sheet of paper against the array of items in front of her. "Fondue pot and stand, the oil dish and oil for heating, the chocolate pieces, a jar of honey, a crock of cream and the little bag of spices. Hmm…" She ran down the list, "Oh yes, and the spoon." The wooden spoon was under the bag of chocolate she had liberated from the stores. It had taken some seeking to get all the spices but the note accompanying the recipe said it was well worth the effort.
The stove was still lit to keep the coco pot warm; she selected a pan and placed it on the hob. Following the instructions she prepared the mixture and soon a delightful aroma began to drift from the cooking pot. Giving it time to get warmer to last the trip, Freya decanted it into the fondue pot and covered it against spills.
It didn't take long to reach their room as full of anticipation as she was. There was a table near the bed that Freya had set aside for this plan, the fondue kit was easy to set-up and the burner was soon keeping the chocolate mixture hot. That task completed she had a quick wash in the tub, now all she needed to do was lie in wait for Elsa.
Positioning herself just so, Freya ran her last mental checklist. Anna had been non-too subtly dissuaded from visiting or delaying Elsa. Gerda had been tipped off to keep the staff from the royal chambers and Kai had been put to task at getting the Queen to finish her work for the evening in mere moments by the time showing on the clock.
The lights were low, the chocolate mix was warm and wafting delightful scents around the room, the air was a little cool across her bare skin. Freya was getting impatient when the door handle depressed and the leaf swung in. Elsa entered; her head low from the long day of working to have her birthday free, she pushed the door closed with her eyes down, Freya kept quiet and watched.
First Elsa noticed the scent of the chocolate, then the light of the burner. Her gaze trailed across the room and alighted on the bed. "Happy Birthday." Freya winked with a grin.
Elsa's mouth dropped open as she saw her partner lying, utterly naked, on the bed. With a pot of warm chocolate.
For her birthday.
Tired synapses fizzed into life, energised by uncomplicated lust and directed by a particular fantasy that had come about after an innocent enough occurrence. She had kissed away a smudge of chocolate from Freya's cheek once, the sensation and flavour had set heated sections of her mind mulling over where else it would be fun to collect chocolate from.
It looked like Freya didn't want to disappoint.
Elsa had shut the door, locked it and was half undressed and halfway across the room before she really realised. "Wow." She exhaled.
"I was worried I had broken you." Freya teased from the bed, she had her arms folded but was moving them ever so slightly and more than a little pleased with the attention it was getting.
"I am possibly only functioning on base desire." Elsa had by this point entirely disrobed and was crawling on her knees across the bed, already she was astride Freya's legs and level with her knees. She leaned over to take the fondue pot of chocolate; the heat wasn't a problem with her powers.
"Please, do continue." Freya purred, looking up at the smooth pale skin of her partner. She waved a finger and called Elsa forward. Elsa leaned in and supported herself one armed above her lover, with the pot of chocolate in the other.
"I'm trying to think of where to begin. This is quite possibly the first birthday present I have had in a long time that has caused such confusion."
"I would have used gift-wrap and ribbons." Freya sat up a little to nibble Elsa's collarbone.
"Mmm, no need, chocolate time now." She pushed Freya down with her hand still holding the pot of chocolate. When Freya was flat on her back again Elsa licked her lips in anticipation and tipped the molten chocolate from the pot.
A river of chocolate sauce pooled in the centre of Freya's collar-bone, eventually escaping, a river snaked down the valley of her breasts and abs, collecting as a lake in her navel. Elsa stopped pouring a moment. "I think that is enough for now. It smells heavenly. What's in it?"
"Finest Dark chocolate." Freya sighed, Elsa had put the pot back above the burner and was using her free hand to dab chocolate artfully across the toned stomach and two cheeky dabs on now perky nipples.
"Yes?" Elsa put the chocolaty fingertip into her mouth coyly and Freya tried not to disturb the liquid chocolate by groaning to enthusiastically at the flirty action.
"Fresh cream." Freya watched Elsa lower herself closer.
"I can taste that too." Elsa leaned in and swiped her tongue across her bottom lip, once more teasing Freya, watching green eyes watch her every move.
"Several spiiiices!" Freya tried to say when the pink tongue took the chocolate from her nipples, one then the other. The gasp escaped in one shout.
"Delicious." Elsa followed the now spread chocolate, the river had carried on down during Freya's gasp. "Even better..." The chocolate had extra piquancy when she licked it from the cleft that was more her claim than any of the royal territory.
"Elsa..." Freya hissed as a cold tongue worked to gather all the chocolate and more. As she searched for more chocolate she swept her hands across smooth, still slightly chocolaty, skin to a chorus of little gasps and sighs. "Oh gods, Elsa!" she writhed on the bed, legs bucking as Elsa rode it out, receiving her reward with a smile.
"I want you to try the chocolate now." Elsa watched Freya come down and relax, dropping to the bed beside her and licking her lips.
"Will it work?" Freya sighed happily, "I mean, the cold might turn it solid..." She sat up to fetch the pot and Elsa took her place.
"Who knows? It'll be fun finding out." Elsa settled back and watched the black curls shift against Freya's back as her partner moved, then they fell in a curtain, cutting off everything in sight to create a world the only held her face. The kiss was long and deep, tiny pauses for breathe and peppered nibbles to lips.
"Happy birthday." Freya whispered, upending the last of the chocolate onto pale skin.
"Um, it turned solid..."
At Elsa's birthday breakfast Anna was confused to find her sister with chocolate smears at the back of her jaw and a certain air of satisfied tiredness about Freya and Elsa. Not to mention the numerous little bruises all across Elsa's collar-bone that she would surely need to conceal once the palace became busier.
She didn't notice Freya pass a sheet of much folded to paper to Kristoff, nor the triumphant and knowing look they shared.
"Um, Elsa? You've got a little something..." Anna pointed to the back of her jaw line to show Elsa and was rewarded with an interesting crimson blush.
"I can't explain." Freya winked as she took her seat. Having a family was good fun.
I am sure nibbling solid chocolate moulded to the skin of your partner has to be just as enjoyable as sweeping it molten with your tongue. Maybe more if you prefer to use your teeth...