"Well, what do you think? Do you like it?"
Scanning the queen up and down, your pulse quickens and suddenly you're feeling very warm.
"Whoa, Elsa," you say, blushing. "You look different. It's a good different. I mean, I love your ice dresses, but this purple one really suits you."
She smiles and folds her hands in front of her, her radiant, natural elegance making the ball gown appear even more lovely.
Unable to resist, you slowly stand from your seat and place both hands on her waist, just above the curve of her hips.
Those hips...
She stifles a giggle at how your pupils are dilating as your eyes trace over her figure.
You smile and plant multiple kisses on her neck and bare shoulders, her scent driving you wild.
She lets out a soft moan.
Whispering that you want her, right here, right now, you begin to unfasten her dress.
She nods excitedly and runs her fingers through your icy white locks, her currently unbraided blonde ones spilling down her back like pale gold satin.
"Wait," she says, gesturing to the dressing room door.
For a moment you're worried she'll tell you this isn't a 'suitable time'.
But she doesn't. Instead, she quickly freezes the locks before anyone can disturb and then gazes at you seductively.
You grin like a child on their birthday.
Later that evening, the guests start arriving for the ball that's being held in celebration of Queen Elsa's twenty-second.
Most of them are simply dignitaries and nobles who she only ever socialises with on formal occasions. But still, at least the important people in her life will be present.
You, her consort and personal guard.
Her now-married and heavily pregnant sister Princess Anna.
Her loyal friend and brother-in-law Kristoff Bjorgman, who also happens to be Arendelle's Royal Ice Master and Deliverer.
And of course, Elsa's 'babies' Olaf and Marshmallow.
Sven unfortunately will have to remain in the stables. But he doesn't mind. Not as long as he has an unlimited supply of carrots to keep him entertained.
Wearing your new outfit - personally chosen by the Queen of Arendelle herself - you once again check the hidden pocket on the inside breast to ensure Gerda did as you requested.
"Yep," you think aloud, pleased. "It's in there."
"What's in where?" asks a familiar voice.
Startled, you turn to see Anna entering yours and Elsa's bedroom, her belly huge and in a specially fitted green dress.
"Anna!" you beam. "Uh, here. Sit down." You lead her to a chair.
"Thanks," she says, smiling in amusement at how concerned you seem. "This baby weighs a ton."
You smile back. "And how is our little prince or princess?"
"Wriggly."
"That's good, right? Means the kid is strong."
Anna shrugs. "That's what everyone keeps telling me. Anyway, enough about me. What did you decide to get Elsa for her birthday?"
"Can't say," you answer, grinning. "It's a surprise."
You and the princess proceed to the Great Hall.
As expected, wherever you look, guests are dancing, drinking and generally having a ball.
Elsa is stood on the dais by her throne, watching the party and greeting her guests.
She's in that purple dress from earlier, her hair up in an elaborate bun. You know she prefers her hair down in a side braid, but such a style would be considered too informal.
You'll make certain to correct that later tonight.
Kristoff greets both you and his pregnant wife, taking her by the arm and asking her how she and the baby are feeling.
They approach the dais where Elsa is and the princess seats herself on the smaller throne beside the queen's.
The sisters flash each other affectionate grins.
Standing with Olaf and Marshmallow, you gaze at Elsa yearningly as she continues to be the 'good girl' she always has to be.
You're thinking of how you're going to give her the most special night possible.
Once the queen has fulfilled her royal duties and greeted all the guests, she can now finally relax and enjoy her own birthday.
The pair of you share a dance at Anna's insistence - as she's unable to do so herself - drink wine - also something she can't do - eat krumkake. And within an hour you're outside in the gardens trying to cool off from the activity.
Laughing and tipsy, you lead Elsa to a large fountain.
There's nobody around.
Now that you have some privacy, you kiss her passionately. You've been fantasising about doing this all evening.
Not breaking lip contact, she reaches up to her hair and undoes her bun, allowing her braid to fall comfortably over one shoulder.
Much better.
You admire her features under the moonlight and wonder how you managed to convince such a beauty to fall in love with you.
Jumping in front of a sword to save her life might've had something to do with it.
In her drunkenness, Elsa stumbles, but you catch her and the two of you find it a lot more hilarious than it actually is.
Still giggling, she sits on the fountain edge, freezing the water into a heart shape.
"Impressive," you say. "I'm still waiting for the day you can make me ice cream at will, though."
"Oh, be quiet," she responds, playfully shoving you. "We've had this discussion before."
You raise an eyebrow and smile. "That's not very queenly."
"Ah, but I'm not just any queen," she says with alcohol-fuelled confidence. "I'm the Snow Queen!"
"Then I should pay you the proper respect you deserve, mighty Snow Queen." You drop to one knee and gently take her by the hand, kissing it. "By the way, Your Majesty, you really do look beautiful tonight."
"Why, thank you, personal guard," she says in a giddy manner and blushing.
You reach into your hidden pocket.
Elsa notices. "Wait. What're you doing?"
You pull out a ring.
She gasps, her free hand going to her chest.
"Elsa, I love you more than anything in the world and would do whatever it took to preserve your happiness and safety." You cringe at your own words, at how cheesy and rehearsed they sound. But it's clear by her expression that she's finding this adorable and appreciates all the effort you've gone to. "We've been together nearly a year now and if-if you feel you're ready, I want you to become my wife."
She's speechless as you slip the ring onto her finger.
"I'll understand if you aren't. You know, because of the whole 'I'm a commoner, you're a queen' issue."
She still doesn't say a word. She's staring wide eyed at the ring.
"Elsa?"
Her blue eyes are glistening with tears. "Y-Yes," she utters, overwhelmed, a giant smile spreading across her face. "Yes!"
She throws herself into you and you both fall to the ground, laughing.
"Are you okay?" you ask, gazing up at her and placing a hand to her cheek.
Elsa holds her ring-clad hand up to the moon and watches it sparkle. "I've never been better."