Author's Note: This scene gets steamy between Kristoff and Elsa. You have been warned. This is a Mature story after all, so Mature things are going to happen.
"What in the world was that?" Cried Kristoff as he woke from his slumber. It was still the middle of the night, but he couldn't get back to sleep. The conversation he'd had was now a distant memory, but the image of Anna turning to the pale faced man for comfort still burned bright in his mind. It was disturbing and not just because the pale faced man was someone else. Kristoff had the distinct impression that the pale faced man didn't mean well. He tried to settle back into the seat of the sled so that Elsa wouldn't notice that he'd woken up, but it was in vain.
"Everything ok?" she asked without opening her eyes or moving from where she lay.
"I don't know. I had a dream about Anna and it was strange," he murmured.
"Strange how?" Asked Elsa, now looking at him with open eyes and a kind smile.
"Well, we were at our wedding feast, yours, mine and Anna's, and she looked different," said Kristoff as he tried to piece together what had been so off about the dream.
"Our wedding feast?" asked Elsa with a bemused grin.
Kristoff shrank a little bit. "Yeah. Everyone I knew was there, and you and Anna were wearing matching wedding dresses. Except after a while Anna's dress changed into something else and her hair turned black."
"That is strange," said Elsa and her face went serious.
"You think so?" asked Kristoff hopefully. She was the magic user, after all. Maybe it would mean something to her.
"Yes. Why on earth would Anna and I wear the same dress on our wedding day? You should know by now that our tastes in dresses are nothing alike," said Elsa and a great big grin broke out onto her face. "Now come on, I want you to show me what my dream dress was," she said and pulled Kristoff off the sled and out into the woods.
"Isn't it a little late for us to be fooling around out here?" asked Kristoff as Elsa led him to a large, silent meadow with the Northern Lights dancing above them.
"It's fine, Kristoff, don't worry," said Elsa with a smile and with a wave of her hands a dome of ice rose up around them and sealed them in. The walls at their sides were a solid mass of white while the dome above them was crystal clear, allowing the Northern Lights to shine through and illuminate the whole meadow with radiant light. With another gesture a door formed in one of the walls. Before Kristoff could ask about it, one of the Snow Sentinels ambled in front of it and plopped down, ensuring that no one could catch them by surprise.
"Now, tell me about my dress," said Elsa, sauntering toward him from where she had been in the middle of the meadow.
"I'm not sure how to describe it," said Kristoff with a bit of a stutter. "It was lacy, and long and very, um, very …" Kristoff trailed off and cupped his hands together in front of his chest. "It was very flattering. You could, uh, you would have been able to see a lot."
Elsa grinned. "So it would have been something like, this?" And just like that, her dress changed shape. The demure thing that she had been wearing in front of Lord Derek changed into a much more hip hugging, sultry thing. A slit went up the side all the way to her waist and Kristoff almost swore that he could see her bust size increase. Or rather, if not increase, she certainly flaunted what she had. The top half of her bust was only just covered by a thin piece of lacy ice that extended up and around her neck, and even then the rest of it was peaking out much more than he'd seen before.
"What do you think? Am I close?" Asked Elsa with a twirl.
Kristoff was stunned. "I, uh, I don't think that my dreams could ever have come up with something as beautiful as that," he said with a stammer.
Elsa walked up to him and put her hands on his shoulders. "Well then it's a good thing that I'm here to help you with the details then, isn't it?" She said and drew him forward into a kiss.
Kristoff, though shocked at first, put one are around her waist and cupped the other one around her check and joined her in her enthusiastic kiss.
It was just a soft, tender thing at first, but as they grew used to each other's presence the kisses became longer and more intermingling. It was a few minutes before either of them broke away.
"You can't know how long I've been waiting to do that," said Elsa as she caught her breath.
"A lifetime, I bet," said Kristoff as he leaned in for another kiss.
"A lifetime," confirmed Elsa as she pulled him down onto the grass behind them. "No sense in standing around when we have a whole field to lay in, after all," she said with a smile and a kiss.
"No sense at all," agreed Kristoff, interspersing each word with another kiss. Kristoff moved his hand downward towards the growing warmth between Elsa's legs. He continued to kiss her as his hand slipped inside the slit of her dress and found nothing except the smooth, moist folds of Elsa's womanhood.
Elsa gasped when he put his first finger inside her and moaned into his shoulder as he put another one in to join its brother. "That's … different," she said as she clutched at Kristoff, who had begun to nibble at her neck.
"Good different or bad?" asked Kristoff as he continued to work his hand.
"Good. Definitely good," said Elsa, her insides melting like butter on a hot plate.
"I'm glad. Hold on, I'm going to try something that Anna really loves. Could you move your dress for a second?" Said Kristoff as he began to move down.
Elsa flicked her wrist and the whole thing vanished, allowing Kristoff to glory in her nude form for the first time. He ran a hand down her breasts and revealed in her pale, cold body. "Perfect. Flawless. Lovely," he said as he kissed his way from her neck to her clitoris.
He got down on his hands and knees and used one hand to lift up Elsa's waist and the other to loosen her up more. Once she was moaning, Kristoff got down and went to work.
He started with a simple kiss, but soon he was flicking his tongue across her little rosebud and working two fingers in and out, in and out. He would nibble a bit and then flick his tongue across her before going deeper and deeper inside her.
Elsa, meanwhile, was in heaven. Of course she'd played with herself before. Thirteen years in veritable isolation from everyone had given her a lot of personal time, but she'd never dreamed that someone else could make her feel this good.
"Oh my God," she cried as she gripped Kristoff's hair, forcing him to go deeper inside her. She began to pull and twirl her nipples, which were now almost painfully hard because of the pleasure he was giving her.
"Yes, Yes, YES!" She screamed, almost pulling the hair out of Kristoff's head as she came.
Kristoff, meanwhile, came up gasping for breath with a smile on his face. "I thought you'd like that," he said with a smirk.
Elsa just pushed him back and began to work at the straps on his pants. "You were certainly right, then. Now come on, I have spent the last few weeks hearing Anna scream with delight and by God I am going to feel that same way tonight," she said as she liberated Kristoff's own painfully hard erection from the confines of its cloth prison.
Kristoff started to say "Shouldn't we …" but Elsa ignored him.
"I am through with thinking for tonight, Kristoff. I just want to feel you inside of me," Elsa said as thirteen years of practice at self control and restraint were thrown screaming out the window. She'd spent far too long being afraid of contact with others to want to stop this now. "Besides, you started it," she said as she fumbled around with his cock.
"I started it?" Asked Kristoff, guiding his manhood towards the flower of her womanhood. "If I started it then you certainly seemed eager to help me finish," he said as he thrust his cock inside her.
Elsa squealed with delight as he penetrated deep inside her. There was only so much that one could do with ice, after all, and the sensation of a warm, living man inside her was something that she couldn't have ever created on her own no matter how much ice magic she used.
Kristoff was gentle at first, but Elsa would have none of that. She wanted to feel him fill her up with each thrust and so she rode him as hard as she could. Kristoff, in turn, picked up the pace and began to slam into her deeper and deeper.
Elsa began to tense up as she felt her second orgasm for the night roll over her. "Oh god," she cried with a soft moan, "I think I'm …"
"Me too," said Kristoff as he slowed his pace.
Elsa leaned down and gave Kristoff a long kiss as the orgasm hit her even more intensely than the first one did. She could feel Kristoff stiffen beneath her and soon her womb was filled with his sperm. She collapsed against him and they both lay their like that for some time.
"I sure hope Anna is OK with my joining the pair of you. I don't want to give this up," said Elsa as she ran her hand over Kristoff's chest.
Kristoff, not moving from where he lay, said "I just hope that I'm not digging both our graves now. You didn't see Anna in my dream, Elsa. She looked angry." He shuddered at the image of the rage filled face from his dream, but pulled Elsa closer to him all the same.
Elsa laughed softly. "I'm sure it'll be fine. Anna wants nothing more than to spend the rest of her life with just the people she loves and who does she love more than us?" She asked, although doubt began to fill her own mind as well now. Anna had wanted her to be more open with people and be more willing to accept the touch of others, true, but Elsa was certain that this hadn't been what she'd meant. I hope I didn't just lose my sister again, she thought as she drifted to sleep in Kristoff's strong arms.