"Hans! What the hell! What are you-" Elsa's eyes widened. How dare he! Undress in front of the Queen of Arendelle! What was his big plan?

"Just wait, baby." He took his pants from around his ankles and threw them over his shoulder. "The show is just beginning."

"Hans- I don't- Hans, stop!" He was fingering the brim of his boxers.

"I've only just started!" He grinned evilly. "Just relax and enjoy." Hans began to pull his boxers down.

"No, please! I-I'm the Queen! I forbid you to- I-" She covered her eyes as his boxers fell around his ankles.

"Well, you're no fun. Take a look- you know you want to." Hans smiled, but Elsa couldn't see him.

Through the hands covering her face, Elsa shouted, "Get the hell out, before-"

"Before what, darling?"

"Well, I would've said if you hadn't interrupted. And don't call me "darling" again. Anyways, I'm going to-"

"Oh, shut up."

"Excuse me!?" This angered Elsa enough to forget the reason her hands were over her eyes. She removed them and clenched them at her sides. "For that, I'll… oh." Her eyes wandered to his dick.

It was quite small, she decided. Although she had never seen one in person, she thought that around 2 inches was not a size worth showing off. In her solitary times in her room during her younger years, she had spent quite a lot of time reading fanfiction. Erotic fanfiction, to be specific. Most characters had at least 8 inches. And 2… well. That was somewhat laughable.

So she laughed.

Hans frowned. "Is something funny?" He asked, confused. He was so caught up in admiring his own manhood that he didn't see Elsa open her eyes.

"Well, it's just that, um-" Elsa couldn't finish her sentence due to her laughter.

"What the hell, Elsa?"

"You've got, like, 2 inches!" She finally blurted out. Hans's face turned a violent shade of red.

"Excuse me? Is this not good enough for you, Queen Elsa?" he spat, highly offended. What would she know about the length that dicks are supposed to be? How does she know that 2 inches isn't a healthy size?

"Well, it's just… if you're so proud of this dick of yours… I expected it to be, I don't know, bigger?" She said through giggles.

"Well- well, what the hell do you know!?" Hans yelled, humiliated and pissed. How dare she? Insult his manliness? Yes, it wasn't the biggest, but it was still a good size! ...Right?

"Listen, Hans. Let's just say I read a lot of fanfiction. Now, please, leave."

"No way. Don't tell me what to do, your highness. Remember what I said about unfinished business?" Hans was smoldering.

"Well, you'll have to do that with someone else. Somewhere else. You're lucky you're not dead. I honestly don't have the patience for this," Elsa stated, turning to walk away. But Hans grabbed the back of her dress and pulled her closer.

"But that's the thing," he whispered in her ear. "It's got to be you, only you."

"I-I don't-"

"Oh come on, don't tell me you haven't figured it out yet?" He said, beginning to unzip the back of her dress.

Elsa turned around and slapped him. "Don't touch me!" With that, Hans went to ripping off her dress. Though Elsa struggled, it wasn't enough. Soon she was standing in her panties and bra. She took a deep breath, glaring at Hans as he checked her out.

"Nice cleavage, Ice Queen."

"Shut up! Get the hell out! Never have I- how dare you- who do you think you are!?"

"I'm the guy you lose your virginity to, honey."