Hans had seized his chance the second the newly crowned Queen Elsa of Arendelle was alone. Her sister, Princess Anna who Hans had met earlier had been taken to the dance floor by the Duke of Weselton. Now that Elsa was by herself, Hans could put the steps of his plan to become King into motion.

Hans had heard that Elsa was considered cold and aloof by many would-be suitors. She would stay locked in her room and send them away with a haughty dismissal. Hans had considered playing it safe and going for the much more approachable Princess Anna, but he had been carefully observing Elsa during her coronation.

Unlike the image Hans had built up in his mind of an arrogant and spoiled woman thanks to those suitors' bitter remarks, he had seen that Elsa was very different from what he expected. She was a shy and timid girl who looked terrified to be out in the open in front of all these strangers.

Elsa was much more vulnerable than Hans expected. He had initially planned to marry Anna, kill Elsa and make Anna the Queen so he'd become King beside her. But, with this discovery of Elsa's emotional weakness maybe Hans could skip all that. It was worth a shot.

Hans had swept himself into a respectful bow before the Queen and introduced himself. Soon, his natural charisma took over and he engaged Elsa in pleasant conversation. She was closed off at first, but with the right words and smoldering looks Hans could see Elsa start to melt. Hans felt bold and asked Elsa for a dance. She hesitated at first, but she slowly took his hand and Hand swept the young Queen off her feet. Both literally and figuratively.

The two danced and chatted the night away. Elsa was starting to come out of her shell and she was smiling brightly at the Prince, infatuation clear in her gaze. Hans couldn't believe this was working so well. Eventually, Elsa shyly asked Hans if they could find somewhere more private to continue their conversation.

Soon the pair found themselves alone in a hallway a fair bit away from the party where they couldn't be distubred. It seemed Elsa wanted to take their conversation to a more physical level when she hesitantly kissed Hans on the cheek, blushing brightly. Hans smiled dashingly at Elsa and responded with a kiss of his own on her soft lips and his kiss was significantly more passionate than hers.

Hans figured he should take it more slowly with Elsa. She had spent thirteen years locked away in a castle and as such might be scared off by his desire for her. But, it seemed the Queen was more adventurous than she seemed. Hans meanwhile simply couldn't control himself. He could see that soon Elsa and Arendelle's throne would belong to him.

Hans pulled away from Elsa and smirked at her. He fell to his knees and threw himself under her skirt so he was face to face with her soaking undergarments. Gently he pulled them down until he could see her wet little slit begging for attention. Hans had a silver tongue in more than one way, it was time to show Elsa that.

Hans grabbed onto Elsa's big, soft ass cheeks and gave them a squeeze as he leaned forward to kiss her pussy. Elsa gasped out loud the feeling of Hans' warm breath on her privates. One gloved hand covered her mouth while the other held onto the wall behind her.

Elsa's skin was cool to the touch but Hans could feel a pleasant heat coming from her love tunnel. He kissed her pussy lips again, almost like was making out with them. His tongue lapped up the leaking fluids and stoked over the hood of her pussy on her clitty. Hans brought his lips up and sucked on that little nub of flesh.

Elsa muffled her moans with her hand. It would be embarrassing for the Queen to be caught being given cunnilingus by a forigen Prince, but Elsa didn't care to stop. This was an experience she had never felt before in her life. Something was building in her core, spreading throughout her body as Hans worked her over with his lips and tongue.

Hans went the extra mile and probed his tongue deep into Elsa's pink passage. It was tough work. The muscles of her inner walls were tight and took considerable effort for Hans to open with his tongue. But the reward was worth it. Above him Hans could hear Elsa's cries of pleasure. He could feel her thighs clenching against his head, determined to keep him there.

Elsa closed her eyes and simply enjoyed the feeling of Hans' efforts on her pussy. Her own fingers couldn't compare to this feeling. She never expected something like this to happen on her Coronation

Hans worked on her core with determination. He knew if he could make her cum she, and her Kingdom, would be his. Hans could feel his cock straining against his pants. After he was done he'd have Elsa give him some attention too. She'd be inexperienced, but he'd teach her. He'd teach her all sorts of things.

Elsa started rubbing her crotch against Hans' face, almost grinding her clit on his nose. She was close, so close. It felt like she was about to explode! She was… she was…!

With a tremendous cry Elsa orgasamed hard, gushing onto Hans' face, soaking him through with her pussy juices. Elsa rode out her orgasm, twitching and writhing. Hans pulled himself from Elsa's skirts, fished out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped at his face. He suddenly noticed that the room had gotten colder all of a sudden…

Needless to say, Hans was very surprised to see that the room was covered in over a foot of snow. If the shouts of alarm and confusion coming from the throne room were any indication, the sudden snowfall wasn't confined to this room.