Elsa, the ice queen, yearns for a warmth that her frozen heart can't provide. She retreats to her private quarters, shedding her regal attire to reveal her curvaceous form. Her hands roam over her body, cupping her breasts, teasing her nipples into stiff peaks. She slips a hand between her legs, gasping at the heat and wetness she finds there. Her mind wanders to the untouched, the off-limits, the dangerously desirable. She envisions her kingdom in flames, her subjects bare and writhing in lust, as she brings herself to a shattering climax, her cries of pleasure echoing through the empty halls of her castle.