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In the Light of Day: A Frozen Epic	By : GeorgeGlass Category: +1 through F > Frozen Views: 21531 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I claim no ownership of Frozen or its characters. I made no money from writing this story. I am completely divided about whether Elsa or Anna is hotter.

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Chapter 20: The Ice-Man

Three days had passed since the invasion. Elsa was fully recovered from the effects of the white-iris poison and, as of that morning, would be resuming her royal duties. Kristoff did not envy her the tasks that lay ahead, what with so much of the port having to be rebuilt.

The ice-man himself was getting ready to make a couple of deliveries before he headed for the castle. He was having to make the preparations on his own; Sven had wandered off right after breakfast. Kristoff was okay with that, though, given how moody his reindeer friend had been lately, but the ice-man was going to need Sven back soon if they were to get those deliveries done in time.

Kristoff opened his cottage door to look for him, and just at that moment, he saw Sven wandering into the yard.

“Hey, boy,” the ice-man said, coming out into the yard. “Where’ve you been?”

Sven walked up to Kristoff, looking a little wobbly on his four legs. Then the reindeer gave his human friend a big lick right up the side of his face.

“Good to see you too, buddy,” Kristoff said, grinning. Then his face turned serious. “Wait a minute, have you been eating fermented lingonberries again? You know, one of these days, you’re gonna make yourself really si-”

Kristoff abruptly stopped speaking as, from around the corner of his house, a second reindeer appeared. Its hide was more brownish than Sven’s, and the animal was a couple of inches shorter at the shoulder. Walking toward Kristoff and Sven, it seemed to have the same slightly wobbly gait and goofy demeanor that Sven had. And when it reached them, Sven and the new reindeer exchanged a nuzzle.

“Oh,” Kristoff said, eyes a little wide. Then he nodded slowly as a smile came over his face. “Well, this is...nice. You wanna introduce me?”

Sven, looking at Kristoff, snorted as he touched an antler to one of the female reindeer’s, whose array was nearly as impressive as Sven’s.

“Well, hello, Kari,” Kristoff said. “It’s nice to meet you.”

Then he leaned his head down next to Sven’s and whispered, “I wouldn’t say this to most guys, but your girlfriend has a nice rack.”

Sven butted Kristoff playfully.

***

In one of the castle’s larger private meeting rooms, Elsa looked around at the twenty or so people she had called together—Admiral Ostergard, General Stark, the Duke, the captain of the palace guard, the spymaster, and other high-ranking members of Arendelle’s military, security, and intelligence services. Also there, standing a few feet behind Elsa, were two members of her new personal guard.

She cleared her throat, and everyone went silent.

“Arendelle,” she began, “survived the Dianisian invasion.”

Then, seeing a few smiles around the room, she added, “But it very nearly didn’t.”

The smiles faded.

“We had no intelligence to warn us of the attack,” Elsa continued, “and our forces were entirely unprepared when that attack came. Had Prince Rajiv not intervened, it is quite possible that this kingdom would now be under Dianisian occupation.”

Elsa took a moment to let that message sink in.

“Lord Otos,” she went on, “was a scoundrel and a liar, but one thing he said to me was true: that Arendelle had become complacent, and weak. My powers may be great, but it is now abundantly clear that I am far from invincible. Especially against an enemy that is better prepared than we.”

Now she could see shame on many of the faces in the room. Each of them had fallen down on the job, and they all knew it. But this meeting was not about distributing blame, because there was more than enough to go around—including a big portion for Elsa herself.

“The long and short of it is this,” Elsa said. “I can’t protect our kingdom alone. No one person can. It takes all of us, working together”—she panned her gaze over everyone in the room—“and doing our best.”

They all nodded.

“Over the next few days,” she concluded, “I will be meeting with each of you to discuss the specifics of strengthening Arendelle’s intelligence network and defenses. For now, I have a ceremony to prepare for. You are dismissed.”

There was a chorus of “Yes, your Highness!”

As they filed out, Elsa had to suppress a smile, because she had heard in their voices what she had hoped to hear: energy. They wanted to do better—for themselves, their kingdom, and their Queen. And Elsa was hopeful that they would.

Then, flanked by her guards, she headed for the castle’s great hall.

***

“You’re not nervous, are you?” Kristoff said as he watched Rajiv straighten his white kurta for the third time.

“No, of course not,” the prince replied. “Are you?”

Adjusting the cuffs of his black jacket, Kristoff replied, “Not at all. I just…Okay, I’ve never stood up in front of this many people in my life.”

“It will be fine,” Rajiv assured him. “Just do what I always do.”

“Please don’t tell me to imagine everyone naked.”

“Certainly not,” Rajiv replied. “How would that help? No, I just imagine them all with Ajay’s beard.”

“Even the women?”

“Especially the women.”

Kristoff guffawed. “Okay, that might actually work.”

They heard the trumpeting of horns from inside the great hall.

“Showtime,” Kristoff said.

They entered the hall, where over a thousand guests were seated in two massive columns, and a thousand more thronged in the open area in the back, directed by palace guards to keep the center aisle open. Kristoff and Rajiv walked up the aisle, all the way to the front row, where two reserved seats awaited them.

Fighting his self-consciousness, Kristoff had deliberately avoided focusing his vision on any particular place, but once he was seated, he allowed himself to look up at the slightly raised dais at the front of the room. Elsa stood there, resplendent in an ice-blue dress that Kristoff knew she must have made with her powers. She also wore a new accessory—a silver-handled sword.

Elsa raised her hands, and the crowd quieted.

“As Queen,” she said, projecting her voice to the entire room, “it is my privilege to confer special honor upon those who serve the kingdom of Arendelle with exceptional courage and distinction. Today, I am proud to exercise that privilege to recognize two people without whom our beloved kingdom might well have been lost.

“Prince Rajiv of Sundara, please come forward.”

Rajiv stood and walked up the few stone steps to stand beside Elsa on the dais. On her other side stood her servant Kai, holding a small velvet pillow with something round and silvery on it, attached to a long ribbon.

“It would be no exaggeration,” Elsa said, “to say that Prince Rajiv is among the chief reasons why we of Arendelle still have our lives and our freedom. Not just because of his powers, but because of his quick thinking and, most especially, his bravery. His exceptional service to our kingdom will never be forgotten.

“Prince Rajiv,” Elsa continued, turning toward him, “it is my honor to bestow upon you the highest award that a monarch of Arendelle can give to a non-subject: the Northern Lights medal.”

Elsa took the medal from the pillow, and Rajiv inclined his head. Applause arose from the crowd as their Queen hung the medal around the prince’s neck.

Rajiv and the Queen looked out toward the crowd, taking in the applause for several seconds. Then they bowed to each other, and Rajiv returned to his seat. Elsa remained silent until the applause ceased.

“Kristoff Bjorgman,” she called. “Please come forward.”

Swallowing, Kristoff stood and went up to the dais to stand beside Elsa.

“As many of you know,” Elsa said, “on the day of the invasion, I was poisoned. And I very nearly died.”

There were a few whispers among people in the crowd, but most of the onlookers just nodded. The news had indeed spread far and wide.

“But this man,” she continued, “together with his courageous reindeer, put his life at great risk for nothing more than a chance to save mine. And then, although he is not a soldier or a guard, although he was unarmored and armed with nothing more than a club, he fought valiantly by my side to save our kingdom, as well.

“Such courage should be rewarded. And the one who possesses it should be recognized—not only for what he has done for his kingdom, but for what he could do for it in the future.

“Therefore, Kristoff Bjorgman, I ask you to kneel.”

Kristoff knelt, inciting murmurs among the crowd. Then Elsa drew her sword—a slender, one-handed weapon whose blade shone in the sunlight that streamed through the windows of the great hall—and the crowd fell silent.

“In the name of God,” Elsa said as she touched the tip of the blade to Kristoff’s head—“of the Crown”—she touched his left shoulder—“and of the people of Arendelle”—she touched his right shoulder—“I dub thee…Sir Kristoff!”

The crowd went berserk with cheers. It had been a generation since anyone had been knighted in Arendelle, let alone anyone so clearly deserving of the honor as the young ice-man.

***

Prince Javier and Dr. Montalvo exited the ceremony together. Javier had been ready to return home to Hermosa, but because of his head injury, Dr. Montalvo had convinced him to stay in Arendelle for a few more days until he was sure that the prince was well enough to travel.

“So you really no longer believe that you have the plague?” the doctor asked Javier as they walked.

“No,” the prince replied. “I have no cough or fever, and I have not visited an area where I would be likely to contract the illness.”

“And no malaria?”

“No. I have never had the periodic bouts of fever that characterize the disease.”

“Remarkable,” Dr. Montalvo said.

“Indeed,” Prince Javier replied. “It is as though the blow to the head somehow knocked some sense into it. Although I realize that that is not a particularly plausible explanation for the change in my thinking.”

“Then let’s not look a gift horse in the mouth,” Montalvo said. “You know, this opens up a great many options for you with regard to your future.”

“Indeed,” the prince responded. “I have been thinking about that. Do you think…I would make a good doctor?”

Smiling, Montalvo answered, “My Prince, I think any medical school in Hermosa would be lucky to have you.”

***

The celebration at the castle was getting underway, but Rajiv was not yet there. Instead, he was at the dock with Ajay, whose men were now carrying their belongings onto a cargo vessel that would shortly depart for Sundara. Everyone else had already said their goodbyes to Ajay, but Rajiv wanted to be there to see him off.

“I am sorry I must leave you, my Prince,” Ajay said. “But I have been away too long as it is, and-”

“It is all right, Ajay,” Rajiv cut in. “You have your duty. But I have one more request to make of you: that you take three messages back with you to Sundara. Please remember my words.”

“Of course, your Highness,” Ajay replied soberly.

“The first message,” Rajiv said, “is for my mother. Please tell her that I am well, and that I am happy.”

“I shall,” Ajay answered.

“The second message is for my father. Tell him that we have secured an agreement with Arendelle to trade for our steel. And do not understate the part you played in our success, Ajay.”

Ajay nodded, and Rajiv continued, “Tell him also that I shall be remaining here in Arendelle for some time, and that I do not know when I will return.”

“Of course, my Prince,” Ajay said dutifully.

“Now, Ajay,” Rajiv went on, “the third message is especially important. Please try to remember every word of it.”

“Certainly, your Highness.”

“The third message is for you,” Rajiv said, looking Ajay right in the eye. “You have been more of a father to me than our king ever was. I love you, and I shall miss you.”

Ajay didn’t speak. He just seized Rajiv in a crushing hug.

***

At the party, Elsa approached Anna, who was briefly alone as Kristoff chatted with some of his new fans. The notion of a commoner becoming a knight through merit alone seemed to excite a great many people.

“Hey there,” Anna said, smiling. “Big day, huh?”

“Big week,” Elsa replied. “For all of us.”

“Yeah,” Anna said, suddenly somber. Her eyes dropped to the floor as she added, “There are some things I’m…never going to forget.”

“I know,” Elsa said, putting her fingers under Anna’s chin to lift the princess’ gaze to her own. “We’ve both got a lot to process. But today is a day for looking forward.

“I once told you,” Elsa went on, “that being Queen gave me a bird’s eye view of the kingdom. But now I know that there are a lot of things I never saw. I need to fix that. “

“How?” Anna replied. “It’s not like you could work harder than you already do.”

“You’re right,” Elsa replied, “and I think that’s the problem. I’ve been so worried about being a good queen—or not being seen as a bad one—that I’ve taken on responsibilities that I should be delegating to others. Especially,” she added with a meaningful glance at Anna, “now that I know that there are people in this kingdom who can handle some of them better than I.”

Anna smiled but had no opportunity to reply, as Kristoff, the Duke, Hildy, and Tilde were just then approaching. The Duke made an appropriately deep bow to the Queen, which Kristoff imitated awkwardly.

“Your Highness,” Hildy said as she and Tilde curtsied, “we were wondering if you could whip it out for us.”

“Excuse me?” Elsa replied, puzzled.

“I believe,” the Duke said with a sigh, “my stepdaughter is asking to see your new sword.”

Elsa drew the silver-handled weapon, holding it out pommel-first for the others to examine. It had a slim blade, its handle was wrapped in black leather, and its simple cross-guard was decorated in a pattern that resembled ice crystals. On one side, in the center of the guard, was set a single ice-blue sapphire.

“It’s beautiful,” Anna breathed.

“Beautiful and functional,” the Duke replied. “Before the ceremony, I advised her Majesty to take care not to remove Sir Kristoff’s ears with it during his knighting.”

“Thanks for that,” Kristoff said.

Anna continued gazing at the sword as she said, with audible envy, “Perks of being Queen, I guess.”

“It is the first sword to be made in Arendelle from Sundaran steel,” the Duke noted. Then he reached somewhere behind him and retrieved a thin pine box that was just over three feet long.

“And this,” he said, handing the box to Anna, “is the second such sword.”

Anna opened the box and gasped. Inside was a sword like Elsa’s, but instead of silver ice crystals, the guard was decorated in tiny golden leaves and vines. The handle was wrapped in brown leather instead of black, and where Elsa’s sword bore a sapphire, this one was adorned with a small but lustrous ruby.

“Made by my most skilled swordsmith,” the Duke said proudly. “He took his inspiration from your owl pendant.”

“It’s…it’s…oh, thank you!” Anna cried.

“You are most welcome, your Highness,” the Duke replied. Then, indicating the two swords, he added, “Those come with lessons, by the way.”

“Hey, Rajiv is back,” Kristoff interrupted, pointing.

Rajiv was standing near one of the many buffet tables, talking with the remaining princes and attendants; although Halfdan, Prince Varek, Popov, Prince Gormal, and Hamish had returned home, others had stayed for the ceremony. Elsa, Anna, and Kristoff went over to them.

“How much longer do you plan to remain in Arendelle, Prince Sefu?” Prince Javier was asking.

“A little while,” the Mianyokan prince replied. “Prince Rajiv has kindly offered to teach me some of his relaxation techniques to help me with my fear of snakes.”

Mofa, seemingly unable to help himself, added, “We are glad to stay for as long as that takes.”

“And what of the boy, Tomas?” Dr. Montalvo asked, bowing respectfully as Elsa and Anna joined them. “I have not seen him since the invasion. Is he all right?”

“He’s fine,” Elsa replied. “I sent him home with the Dianisian fleet.”

“Is- Is that safe?” Rajiv asked, his concern about the boy seeming to just overcome his wish not to undermine Elsa in front of her subjects.

“You should have heard Elsa talking to Admiral Stavros,” Anna cut in. Imitating her sister’s most commanding tone, she said, “‘If any harm comes to the boy or his family, there will be reprisals. I’ll see to it personally.’ Then she clenched her fist and made it go all icy. It was awesome.”

“Rajiv,” Elsa said, not bothered by the vicarious boasting but not wanting to seem immodest, “it looks like you haven’t visited the buffet yet. I had the royal chef make something in your honor.”

They walked the few feet to the buffet, people moving for the Queen, and Elsa pointed at a particular dish with a yellowish sauce.

“Shrimp coconut curry,” she said.

“In that case,” Rajiv replied, smiling, “it would be the height of rudeness for me not to try it.”

Rajiv accepted a small plate of the dish, as well as a fork, and returned to Elsa’s side. He took a bite, his face taking on a puzzled expression. Then he began to laugh.

“What’s funny?” Elsa asked.

“This…I am so sorry…this is the worst shrimp coconut curry I have ever had,” the prince replied. Then, laughing harder, he added, “For one thing, I’m fairly certain that the curry is actually mustard.”

“Oh, dear,” Elsa said, starting to laugh, too. “Please don’t blame the chef. He told me he didn’t have the right ingredients, but I ordered him to do the best he could anyway. He nearly quit over it.”

“Tell him,” Rajiv said between guffaws, “that his professional reputation is intact. And that I deeply appreciate the effort to accommodate me.”

Elsa turned to Kristoff, and her heart was warmed by the adoring looks that the newly minted knight was exchanging with Anna.

“If I may,” Elsa said, “I’d like a word with you”—she turned to Rajiv—”and then with you.”

“Of course, your Highness,” Kristoff said, following Elsa out a side door into an empty hallway.

“Um,” Kristoff said, “if this is about me and Anna, everything is-”

“It’s not,” Elsa said. “It’s about you and me.”

“Okay,” Kristoff said, clearly uncertain about where this was going.

Elsa moved half a step closer and said, “When I was growing up, I just had the one sister. And then, for a long time, I didn’t even have her.”

Kristoff nodded, still looking puzzled.

“So...I never knew what it would be like to have a brother,” she continued. Then, smiling, she said, “I think I do now.”

Kristoff’s eyes went a little misty, and his voice cracked as he replied, “I- I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything,” Elsa replied. Then, opening her arms and wiggling her fingers, she said, “Just bring it in.”

Kristoff stepped into her embrace and folded his arms around her as she leaned her head against his chest.

After several moments, Kristoff said, “Elsa?”

“Mmm?”

“It’s starting to get weird.”

She let go of him, chuckling. “I’ll get better with practice. Now, I suppose you’d better get back to your fans. Would you send Rajiv this way?”

“Sure,” Kristoff said. “Good night, your Majesty.”

“Good night? What makes you think I’m not going back to the party?”

Kristoff smiled. “I may not be a love expert—or a love goddess—but I’m not stupid, either.”

***

A minute later, Rajiv appeared in the corridor. Elsa glanced around to confirm that they were alone before she spoke.

“You know,” she said, “that I’m grateful to you for saving my kingdom.”

“I do know that,” Rajiv replied, tapping his Northern Lights medal.

“I’m also grateful for your volunteering to stay and help with the new Fire Fleet,” she continued.

“I am happy to do it.”

“And I think your power is wondrous.”

“As is yours,” he replied.

“And you look very good in that suit,” Elsa said with a wry smile.

“I appreciate this string of compliments,” Rajiv said, “but-”

“What I’m trying to say,” Elsa interrupted as she moved close to Rajiv, “is that none of these is the reason why…why I’d like you to come up to my bedchamber and…spend the night with me.”

“Oh,” Rajiv said, his eyebrows rising. Then, after a moment, he said, “Elsa…”

“Yes?”

“You are wise, and kind, and very beautiful. And you are among the few people in this world who I feel truly understand me.”

“Thank you.”

“All of those are the reasons why I am going to say yes.”

***

At the party, Kristoff was just helping himself to the nicely spiked punch when a familiar voice spoke up behind him.

“So, I hear Elsa and Rajiv are an item now,” Olaf said. “Talk about a steamy romance!”

Kristoff rolled his eyes.

“Get it?” Olaf said. “Because fire and ice make steam, so- Oh, yeah, no, never mind, you get it.”

***

Hildy was a great lover of parties, but now and then, she needed a minute or two to chill out before returning to the fun. So she had just stepped outside for some air when Baron Herringholtz appeared beside her.

“Good evening, Viscountess Hildegard,” the matchmaker said. “Might I have a word?”

“Okay,” Hildy said, puzzled.

She looked around. Although there were some partiers and locals on the balconies and in the streets here and there, there was no one else in the immediate vicinity.

“I shall get right to the point,” Herringholtz said. “Does anyone else besides you, your mother, and myself know who your true father is?”

Hildy paled.

“There- There’s no way you could know that.”

The Baron nodded. “True, I do not know his name. But I know his country of origin, and it is not Bohemia, as you have been known to claim.” He lowered his voice. “It is Dianisia.”

Hildy stared at him, for once struck silent.

“The brooch you wear,” the Baron said, “in the abstract form of a nude man—I imagine everyone here thinks it is merely a provocative piece of jewelry. But when I first saw it, on the night of the welcome banquet, I recognized it, although I had to look at it for some time before I could recall where I had seen it before.”

“I thought you were just staring at my boobs,” Hildy retorted.

Herringholtz ignored the remark. “It was in a very old, very rare book about the ancient religions of Dianisia. More than a thousand years ago, pins such as yours were the hallmark of a Dianisian sect known as the Faithful of Eros. To wear such a pin near one’s heart signified complete loyalty to the God of Love and his cause. This was known only to other members of the sect, of course, who had to keep their faith a secret from those determined to wipe out the last traces of the old religion.

“Unfailingly, the pins were passed down from parent to child, and those that could not be passed on were destroyed. So it struck me as very unlikely that you could have obtained one by any means other than inheritance.

“I do not know why you have kept your Dianisian heritage a secret for so long,” Herringholtz continued, “but I dare say that this would be a particularly awkward time for it to be revealed. So, in exchange for my silence, I have one request.”

Hildy had suspected from the moment the conversation began that Herringholtz had some vile motive. Mentally, she put even odds on whether he would demand money or a blowjob.

“Of course you do,” Hildy said, her anger rising. “Tell me your price.”

Herringholtz looked her in the eye and said, “Swear to me by your gods that you had no part in the Dianisian invasion of this kingdom.”

Hildy blinked, surprised.

“I had nothing to do with it,” she replied. Then, with a reverent tone that Anna would never have recognized in Hildy’s voice, the viscountess added, “I swear by the gods.”

Herringholtz looked at Hildy for a long moment. Then, taking a step back, he said, “Then I shall consider the matter closed. Good night, Viscountess.”

“Good- Good night, Baron.”

***

“So,” said Rajiv, gazing at Elsa across the threshold of her bedroom door, “there is no right way to ask this but...have you done this before?”

“Um, no,” Elsa replied. “You remember what I said about why I never learned to dance?”

“Yes, you explained that you- oh.”

Elsa, glad not to have to explain further, asked, “What about you?”

“I have…limited experience.”

“Hmm, I’m intrigued. A youthful romance?”

“No, I’m afraid. My father felt that a prince should understand...such things...by the time he is of age to marry, so he…arranged a sort of-”

“It’s all right; you don’t need to tell me the details.”

“Thank you.”

After a moment, Rajiv said, “I am struck by the thought that you have a terrible reason for being a virgin, and I have a terrible reason for not being one.”

“True,” Elsa replied. Then, drawing closer, she said, “But does any of that matter, right here and now?”

His eyes alight with both fondness and desire, Rajiv moved close to her until their bodies were a hairsbreadth apart.

“Not in the least,” the man said, and they kissed.

Just as before on the mountaintop, Elsa felt an electric thrill surge through her body. And she knew that it wasn’t merely the newness of kissing a man. It was kissing this man—this noble, thoughtful, passionate man whose arms felt strong and warm around her. Kissing him didn’t just feel good; it felt… right.

And so did everything else she wanted to do with him.

***

Startled, Rajiv jerked away suddenly.

“Are you all right?” Elsa asked. “I didn’t just step on your foot again, did I?”

“No, no,” Rajiv said, embarrassed. “I suddenly felt so warm all over that I was afraid I had caught fire.”

Elsa smiled, making the warmth return to Rajiv’s body, as she said, “Don’t worry. Even if that happens, my own powers will protect me, like they did when I woke you up down in the escape tunnel.”

“Good,” Rajiv said, relieved. But his nerves returned as another question occurred to him.

“And, are we otherwise…safe? I did not think to acquire any-”

“Again, don’t worry. Remember that tea I was drinking earlier?”

“Ah. I thought it a bit unusual for one to drink tea so late in the day, but I thought perhaps it was a custom of yours. Which makes me realize how anxious I am to get to know you.”

Elsa didn’t reply with words; rather, she put her arms around Rajiv and kissed him again. This time, he felt something else odd: not warmth, but cold.

“Um,” he said, taking half a step back, “it seems that your dress-”

“Oh,” Elsa replied quickly. “I forgot I was wearing an ice-gown.”

Suddenly feeling impish, Rajiv said, “Well, in that case…”

Using his powers as subtly as he knew how, Rajiv heated the air around them, causing Elsa’s gossamer ice gown to melt away.

“Hey!” Elsa cried with playful indignation as she found herself in nothing more than her blue chemise and half-slip. “If that heat you’re producing weren’t drying me off right now, I’d be pretty upset with you.”

“Then please allow me to even things up,” Rajiv replied, removing his jacket and then pulling off his formal kurta.

“Well,” Elsa said as she admired Rajiv’s nicely defined torso, “that’s a little more fair.”

She came close, and they kissed again. This time, Rajiv felt the warmth of Elsa’s bare stomach against his, as well as the softness of her lips. The taste of her was like rainwater drunk straight from the sky.

His passion ignited, and it seemed that hers did too, because suddenly then their hands were unfastening and unbuckling and pulling until every last bit of clothing they had worn was scattered over the floor. And then he was looking at her nude body: slim, with delicate limbs, and skin as pale as moonlight.

Rajiv couldn’t think of anything he could say that would do justice to her beauty, or to the way she was making him feel at that moment. So he pulled her close again, kissing her as he relished the feel of her bare skin against his. Her small, soft breasts felt so good where they pressed against his chest that he couldn’t help but slide a hand up her stomach to cup one in his hand.

“Oh,” Elsa gasped. “That’s, um…”

Rajiv, not sure what she meant, looked down at his hand on her breast and asked, “Should I do more of that, or less?”

Elsa seemed relieved to have the question framed so simply.

“Oh, more.”

***

For Elsa, it was all rather overwhelming. Before today, no man other than the royal physician had so much as seen her naked, and now here she was with this exotic prince, his hands all over her bare body as she kissed a tiny path from his lips to his cheek to his neck.

But as strange as it was, it felt right. She might have only known Rajiv for eight days, but in that time, she had seen him at his worst, and at his best. He had proven himself worthy of her fondness and her trust. And on top of all that, she wanted him, in a way that she had never allowed herself to want anyone in the many years before she learned to control her powers.

So she didn’t mind at all when, as she nibbled experimentally at the base of his neck, she felt his fingertips slide downward from her breast over her stomach and along the length the front of her thigh, exploring. And when those same fingers rose upward again, tracing a delicate, sensuous path from the inside of her knee upward, she stepped one foot farther to the side to give him better access.

His touch was not entirely skilled—although Elsa had only her own to compare it with—but it was gentle, and the sensations it elicited were like little sparks of pleasure.

Wanting to do the same for Rajiv, she reached down and found the hard shaft of his penis. She’d always thought it would feel like a bone, or a horn, but instead, its surface was silk-like. Her fingers, animated by both curiosity and arousal, explored it thoroughly. Rajiv made periodic little sighs, suggesting that he was enjoying her touch.

Elsa didn’t know how long they spent just standing there, kissing, touching, fondling, feeling the joyful warmth of each other’s intimate company. But at some point, she realized that she was ready for more.

She took Rajiv’s hands and led him to her bed. Rajiv, breathing harder now and with pupils dilated to the point of turning his brown eyes almost black, sat down on the edge and gently pulled Elsa onto his lap as he scooted farther back onto the bed.

Elsa, sitting sideways to Rajiv, turned her head and kissed him. Then she leaned back, lifted one leg straight up, and brought it across the front of Rajiv’s body so that, when she lowered her leg again, she was straddling his lap.

“You are very flexible,” Rajiv said appreciatively. “I do not suppose you practice yoga, too?”

“Ballet,” Elsa replied. “It was the only sort of dance I could do when I was a teenager. I was never good at the steps, but I was diligent about stretching.”

She moved forward until her body was up against his. His firm shaft was now pressed between his nicely toned stomach and her blonde-tufted, increasingly wet sex. The pressure there felt nice, and when she began to subtly shift her hips up and down, wrapping her arms around Rajiv for leverage, it felt nicer still.

“Is this what you had in mind?” she said, her voice becoming low and breathy as her arousal grew.

“It is, at the least, very close,” Rajiv replied, gasping. “And it is very pleasurable.”

***

Rajiv’s passion was flaring brightly now, and his control over it was slipping.

“But,” he breathed, “I would like to be closer still.”

“Oh, yes,” Elsa replied.

The blonde queen lifted herself up, and Rajiv put his hands beneath her to help. Then, once they had cooperatively moved Elsa's body to precisely the right place, she began to lower herself down.

“Ahhhhh,” they said together.

The inside of her was a hearth, a furnace. Her inner muscles gripped him firmly, and the sensation was deliriously good.

“Rajiv…,” she whispered, the sound of his name infused with her desire.

“Elsa,” he answered. “You are...magnificent…”

She began to move, much in the way she had before, but now the pleasure was magnified tenfold. Rajiv held on to her from beneath, helping her move and moving with her.

“Mmm,” she hummed into his ear. “This is...nice…”

***

Had Elsa been in possession of her full linguistic faculties at that moment, she might have thought of a more descriptive word for what she was feeling. But right now, all efforts to describe it were eclipsed by her desire to keep feeling it.

She kept moving, discovering through half-conscious trial and error how to adjust her movement to increase her pleasure. Rajiv, holding her from below, gripped her in a way that spread her open wider, which seemed to enhance the pleasurable sensations further.

They rocked together, Elsa’s arms around him now, holding his body against hers. She wanted to experience him to the fullest, with her, around her, inside her. She pushed and pulled him into her, harder and harder, as though she were trying to pull him ever closer, force him ever deeper into her.

Then she felt it, starting from somewhere deep down inside and beginning to surge upward.

No, she thought, it can’t be this soon, it never happens this quickly when I’m alone.

“Rajiv,” she gasped, “I…I’m getting…close to…to…”

***

Oh, thank goodness, Rajiv thought.

He had been trying not to rush, to prolong Elsa’s pleasure for as long as he could before giving in to his own needs. But his ability to resist was almost at its limit.

“Yes,” Rajiv breathed, pushing harder and faster. “I want you to…I need you to…”

“Oh God,” Elsa panted. Then her voice rose higher and higher as she repeated, “Oh God, oh God, oh God oh God ohGod ohGod OHGOD!”

Her whole body seized him—arms, legs, and sex alike—and Rajiv cried “AAAAAAAAAAH!” as orgasm overwhelmed him and he clutched Elsa tight.

***

When their orgasms subsided, Elsa lay back, pulling Rajiv down to lie next to her. Hand in hand, they stared upward at nothing as they caught their breath.

“That was…very…” Elsa breathed, the right concluding word failing to come to her.

“Very…indeed…” Rajiv panted. “And you are not…in any pain?”

After a moment’s thought, Elsa replied, “Oh, you mean from…no, there’s no pain. I, ah, took care of that myself years ago.”

“I see.”

“When you can make anything you want out of ice,” Elsa elaborated, “and the cold doesn’t bother you anyway-”

Seeing a shiver go through Rajiv’s body, she finished, “I think I’ll stop there.” Then, a second later, she said, “But I do have something important to ask you.”

“Oh?”

“First, close your eyes.”

“All right.”

“Now,” she said, taking something from the drawer on her nightstand, “tell me what you think of this.”

She put a small, spherical brown object between Rajiv’s lips. Trustingly, he opened his mouth and bit into it. Then, after a moment, he chewed on it experimentally.

“This…this is delicious,” he said. “What is it?”

“Arendellan milk chocolate,” Elsa replied.

“This explains everything!” Rajiv exclaimed, his eyes flying open. “Sundaran chocolate tastes like burnt rubber, so I have always assumed that that is what all chocolate tastes like—and that perhaps there is something wrong with people who enjoy it.”

“Well, now you know better.”

“Indeed.”

“If you like, you could have some more…later.”

“Why later?”

“Because you just gave me a brand new reason to want to do it with you again. Right now.”

“I accept your terms.”

***

It was well past three o’clock in the morning when the party finally wound down. Kristoff and Anna had quietly discussed his spending the night at the castle, but after many hours of partying, it was clear that they were both too tired for much more than a kiss goodnight, and Anna had to be up at a reasonable hour for the beginning of the trade conference.

“That’s okay,” Kristoff said. “The night’s already half over, and I want the first night we spend together to be full-length. Maybe…Friday, my place?”

“Sounds good,” Anna replied. “That way, there’s a chance we might fit in an hour or two of sleep. Might.”

“You’re awesome in so many ways,” Kristoff said.

Then, after a brief, sweet kiss, Kristoff said, “G’night, Princess.”

Anna smiled. “G’night, Sir Kristoff.”

“So not used to that yet.”

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