Frozen: A Desire for More

Chapter 11

After lunch, Anna decided to retire to her room for a nap. Before Elsa could say anything, she gone off and vanished around the corner. Knowing that there might be an awkward silence, Kristoff suggested that they talk about their next move during dinner. He quickly excused himself and went off into the same direction as Anna. 

Shaking her head, Elsa knew exactly what those two were up to. At this point, it had almost become a custom for those two to have a daily afternoon session of passionate fucking. 

But it was then that she realized: with Kristoff and Anna gone, and the servants resting after lunch, she was the only one walking around in the castle. For the first time in a long time, she could enjoy some peace and quiet and contemplate about matters in the tranquility of a quiet afternoon. 

Her steps echoing eerily through the seemingly empty castle, Elsa walked up the stairs and into her room. She took off the restricting dark green dress she liked to wear whenever there was a formal occasion for her to attend as the queen. The lazy afternoon sunlight reflected on her pale bare skin. Standing naked, Elsa looked at her body in the mirror. She was three years older than her sister, yet she had never taken a man before. With her hands, she held the slight weight of her breasts, which were neither too large or too small. She had learned from the hushed whispers of her abigail that men loved to cup a woman’s breast, and afterwards, his hands would travel down her sides until they reached her buttocks. His mouth would be on hers, hungrily kissing her, sucking on her tongue and breathing in her scent. 

“And he will want you to touch his…hardness,” she remembered her abigail whispering to a young milkmaid. 

At that time, Elsa was listening intently to the hushed conversation between her servants. But before they could speak any further, Elsa shifted her weight, unintentionally causing a creaking sound to emerge from the wooden floors. The servants immediately turned to see who was around the corner and froze with fear when they saw the Queen of Arendelle. Before Elsa could even say that it was alright, the servants girls began apologizing as if their lives depended on it. 

The fact that the title of queen inspired so much fear in the hearts of her servants left a bitter aftertaste. Elsa had thought perhaps she could become genuine friends with her abigail. After all, underneath the formal title, she was a young woman who was discovering the world and her body. 

Imitating what she thought would be a man’s touch, Elsa gave her breasts a light squeeze. It was a strange sensation, but there was nothing pleasurable about it. Her hands wandered down to her sex, gently stroking her curls. She felt nothing special, since it was the body she had known her entire life. 

She imagined that it was Rainer touching her body, and all of the sudden, a string of pleasure shot up from between her legs. Closing her eyes, she carefully slipped a finger into the sudden wetness which she had never experienced before. Letting out a profound sigh, she felt a thrilling sensation travel through her nerves,  electrifying her senses. 

“Rainer…” she whispered while picturing his raven black hair, his sharp grey eyes and chiseled lips which demanded for a woman to kiss him. What would it feel like to have those lips on hers, his large hands cup her breasts and his hardness…

Elsa’s fingers traveled further into her sex, carefully stroking her soft flesh. Shutting her eyes tightly, she imagined that it was Rainer’s thick fingers which were inside her. She imagined his hot lips on her neck, his hardness pressing against her and his muscular arms around her slim waist. 

Was it love? She knew not. All she knew was that she felt a instinctive attraction towards this man who was conspiring against her kingdom. 

With a gulp, Elsa looked behind her and gazed upon the large bed she slept in every night. It was big enough for five people and she slept in it alone every night. What would it be like to share this bed with a man, she wondered. To have his large body on top of hers, the strength and desire of an aroused male pinning her down and mounting her.