The healer of Arendelle, a vision in a corseted gown, slips into the soldiers' quarters under the cover of night. Her mission? To heal, but also to explore the forbidden fruits of the flesh. She straddles a wounded warrior, her luscious curves pressing against him as she chants her healing magic. His eyes widen as her hips begin to sway, her touch becoming more intimate, more arousing. The line between healing and pleasure blurs, and the healer finds herself lost in a world where frost meets compassion, and lust reigns supreme.