So... This chapter would have been up sooner but FF was sort of down last night. Um.. Yeah. Dominant Elsa. I have no words. It's just a really short chapter, so I apologize for that... I became lazy and procrastinated until almost 11 pm last night.

Disclaimer: I do not own Frozen or any of the characters.

Sex:

Intercourse was.. A rather regular thing between both Hans and Elsa. It was certainly interesting with both the ice and fire in one room. Her beautiful alabaster skin was usually marred in purplish-blue bruises, crescent shaped bite marks, and a few burns by the end of it.

As it turned out, Elsa could be the more dominant of the two sometimes, much to Hans' displeasure. She just happened to be a naturally sexual person.

The Queen's first time ever was with Hans and in the beginning, she was oh so shy and embarrassed. She was red in the face the second her corset was taken off of her. That was amusing, to say the least.. Definitely not sexy, but amusing.

But, gradually, she came out of her shell. Quicker than most would have believed, she had become the one initiating it. Sometimes even the one on top.

Hans did like to be in control almost all of the time, but every once in awhile he would let her have that one. The only problem he had besides her dominant side was that she was such a damn tease. Elsa would stop at nothing to tease him, and occasionally at the most inappropriate times... Just to watch him squirm. How evil.

Once when they were eating dinner, the Snow Queen had let her fingers begin to wander up the thigh of his pants in a painfully slow manor under the table. With Anna and Kristoff sitting right there. Did the woman have no shame..? The answer was obviously no because she had a little smirk playing at the corners of her mouth.

The poor Prince had ended up biting his bottom lip until he tasted blood to keep from jumping out of his seat. All the while Elsa had known she was driving him crazy. She always did.

Anna and Kristoff had soon engaged each other in conversation and were clearly distracted.. Perfect.

Elsa had turned in her seat, cupping Hans' face in her petite hands. Without any warning, she leaned over slightly, pulling him towards her into a rather passionate kiss; licking the blood off of his bottom lip. Oh, she was driving him absolutely bat-shit.

Next thing he knew, she had grabbed one of gloved hands and was even going as far to put it on her bare thigh under her dress. That little hussy. My god.

To make a long story short, the two finished their dinner and quietly excused themselves in a rush.. Hell, they didn't even make it to the bedroom in time. Too many stairs. Instead, they both ended up in the downstairs parlor, up against the wall, of all places... How romantic.