Kristoff awoke staring at the crystalline pattern of an immaculately constructed ice wall. This wasn’t necessarily a shock, as ice and the carving thereof was generally his business; what startled him more was the near-magical precision of the crafting in that artful ice. There was only one person he could think of who could create something like that, and it wasn’t any master craftsman nor ice cutter he knew.

            “Elsa?” Kristoff called out uncertainly. “Elsa, are you here? Anna? Anyone?”

            The older sister of his love, Anna, had to be the explanation for his strange surroundings. Last Kristoff remembered, he was drifting into peaceful sleep, with his hand closed around the spritely princess’s as they laid in a four-poster bed. As he sat up, though, Kristoff realized he was no longer even in his own room. Instead, he was in a place he vaguely recognized, but couldn’t have been more confused to see. Elsa’s ice palace. An entire castle, made from a single bulwark of sleet, pure as gemstone.

            Cold gripped Kristoff, and forced him to huddle deeper in his coat. At least he was wearing his winter gear before he was moved here, however it happened.

            “Good morning, Kristoff,” a singsong voice announced from behind.

            Kristoff swiveled around and found himself face-to-face with none other than Queen Elsa just as she regally entered the palace via the ice bridge. As was often her choice, the young woman was dressed in a shimmering blue ball gown constructed of her magical ice crystals, which tightly hugged her narrow curves; her beautiful golden hair, as usual, was tied back in a loose braid.

            The burly iceman scratched the back of his neck with discomfort as he stared down the petite queen on her approach; the magical blonde stood a full head shorter than him, and occasionally made him feel strange, when he recalled he had to look down at royalty.

            “Good… morning,” he mumbled. “What’s-”

            “Yes, I suppose it would seem odd to me, too, if I woke up in a place I didn’t recognize. Though I’m sure you did remember this place, yes?”

            “I did. But… but why… why am I here?”

            “It’s a complicated thing to explain,” Elsa said, and Kristoff detected that her pale cheeks were actually blushed pink. Embarrassment? “I’m not sure there’s a delicate way to say it, so I’ll just come out and say it. Don’t you think that’s best?”

            “Y-Yes, I do.”

            “I don’t want you to be with Anna any longer,” Elsa said, her voice darkened by shame and hesitancy. She curled a finger through her braid, and flipped the rope of hair to her opposite shoulder.

            Kristoff hung his head. He wasn’t surprised. Even after all they’d been through, it seemed that eventually his non-royal status would catch up to him, and he’d quietly be asked to leave Anna’s side. The request made him incredibly sad, but he understood.

            “I knew you’d say something like this someday.”

            “You did?”

            “Yes,” he said, and shrugged, humbling himself. “I’m just an iceman. I know that. There are lots of men out in the world who would be much better for Anna. And-”

            “No, no, Kristoff,” Elsa corrected. She placed a slender fingertip over his lips to silence him, which surprised Kristoff. “You misunderstand. I don’t want you to leave Anna because you’re not of royal blood. I want you to leave Anna, to… be with me.”

            As big a shock as waking up in the ice palace was, this string of words from Elsa bowled Kristoff over with far more force. He stumbled to his knees, and gawked at the straight-faced blonde. Was this some kind of practical joke Anna had put the queen up to? Kristoff always saw his love Anna as one more prone to pranks; why would Elsa willingly say such a thing?

            “I can see in your eyes, you think I’m trying to deceive you somehow. Maybe you think it’s a joke,” Elsa continued gravely, resting her delicate cheek in her palm. “It’s not a joke. This is real. I have no deeper explanation for you, Kristoff. As you know, matters of the heart don’t always obey reason. I… love you, Kristoff. More than my little sister ever could. I wish for you to… become mine. Today. Right now. This very moment. Will you?”

            Now staggered on the ground at the feet of the queen, Kristoff swallowed hard. There were so many possible answers to this insanity, but none of them made any more sense than Elsa’s crazed and amorous outburst. So, the iceman went with his first instinct:

            “NO!” he shouted. His voice echoed off the cavernous walls of the ice palace.

            “You don’t think I’m beautiful, Kristoff?”

            “What? Of course I do! That’s not the point! You’re-”

            “You don’t believe I would be a suitable love for you?”

            “I’m in love with Anna! I always have been, and I always will!” Kristoff affirmed. He held the queen by her shoulders as gently as he could, hoping his conviction would carry the message. “Do you understand?”

            Elsa nodded. A single tear trickled down her cheek, then fell as an ice droplet and shattered softly. Feeling guiltier and more confused than ever, Kristoff resolved to say nothing more; instead, he tightened his scarf around his neck and silently marched toward the door, preparing for the long trek back to Anna. He had no clue how he’d explain any of this.

            “Yes, I understand,” she said solemnly at last. Elsa watched him go, and then waved her hand in the air. “I’d hoped we could be together… this way. But I see now, we’ll have to take the alternative way. It wasn’t my first choice to do this to you, Kristoff, but I believe we can still have something precious and beautiful.”

            Kristoff opened his mouth to respond, then remembered he was choosing not to address Elsa’s insane demands again. However, as soon as he set foot on the ice bridge, he felt a shiver run down his spine. Not from the intense winter chill, though, but something deep inside. Looking up, he saw the walls of the palace swelling, and at first assumed Elsa was using her magic to make the castle larger. Then, upon looking back at the blue-clad queen, the iceman came to the realization that the castle wasn’t growing.

            He had simply shrunk.

            Kristoff thought of himself as at least somewhat of a manly man, given his profession, even if he was soft-hearted; however, at the mere sight of the towering Elsa walking slowly toward him, the little man couldn’t help but scream in shock.

            She was an absolute goddess now. Even that snow monster she’d once created to keep intruders out of the palace would’ve been nothing compared to the leviathan blonde which now stood before Kristoff in the billowing draping of her gorgeous ice gown. The monolithic queen marched forward, guided by newly massive feet garbed in crystal snow-slippers. With the floor tremoring gently beneath him with each one of Elsa’s footsteps, Kristoff was riveted to the ground in terror and bewilderment.

            “Well, what do you think, Kristoff, of my newest spell?” Elsa questioned. Her warm yet booming voice echoed off the walls of the palace. She came to a stop directly in front of Kristoff, who couldn’t help but gulp with fear at the sight of those boat-sized shoes resting in front of him. Not to mention the sky-high pillar of her willowy body, now scaled to titanic proportion. The queen smiled at her paralyzed subject.

            “How did you do this?” he gawped.

            “Oh, you silly little thing. I just told you!” Elsa giggled. “You didn’t think ice magic was my own skill, did you? Yes, it’s my strongest talent, but as my powers have grown, I’ve learned other disciplines as well. This, for example, which gives me the ability to shrink any being down to less than the length of a finger. Now, unfortunately, before you ask, I haven’t yet mastered how to regrow things. Not that I would have made you your old size again even if I could, but I just thought I should let you know.”

            Kristoff twitched. What did she just say? Was he hearing correctly?

            He’d never be anything but a toy-sized man ever again?

            The iceman blanched at the sudden appearance of a giant hand descending toward him, white fingers outstretched to receive. Though Kristoff tried to back away, the ground was slippery, and horror still gripped his limbs; as a result, Elsa easily collected the miniature man into her softly closed fist. Surprisingly, the ice queen’s skin was rather warm.

            Elsa held Kristoff before her face, only opening her fingers to let him move around her cushy palm when he was too far off the ground to think of jumping. In fact, the abrupt ascent made Kristoff grip Elsa’s thumb for protection like a safety rail, though it made him sick to do it, since this same woman had just cost him his personhood and height.

            “I have something else to explain to you now, Kristoff. Something which you may find even harder to take than the truth that I love you. Again, there is no delicate way to say it, so I will just be honest again, as I always have been with you.”

            The tiny man cringed. What could she possibly have to say that would shock him more than the bombshells she already dropped?

            “I’m going to eat you, Kristoff. I’m going to put you into my mouth, and swallow you whole,” Elsa murmured sweetly. Her words were slow, methodical, and almost soothing; if Kristoff was sleepy, the declaration might’ve worked as a lullaby song.

            Instead, he just wanted to run again, and this time for real. Before he could get the dumb idea to jump off Elsa’s high-borne hand, though, her fingers caged around him. Suddenly, the queen’s fingers were pinning him down to her palm. Kristoff was pretty strong, but at this size, all he could do was get the young woman’s digits to tremble slightly, even with all his strength thrown in. Otherwise, the bindings of her slender fingers held him fast.

“Don’t fight me, my love. It’s not worth it,” Elsa said in the same calming tone. Increasingly, her timbre took on an amorous quality. “I know you think of yourself as the big strongman. The outdoorsman. The knight in shining armor who carves ice for a living. Well, as you can see, with just one simple spell, all of that is irrelevant now. You are nothing but a toy in my hands. Can you feel it, Kristoff? Can you feel how much more powerful I am than you, in every single way?”

            He could indeed, though it was too heartbreaking for Kristoff to agree aloud. Still working on fighting against even one of Elsa’s fingers, the man was only tiring himself out. She was right after all; even before, her ice magic made her a force to be reckoned with, and now the queen was a living statue of might and will, able to restrain even the toughest of men with only her youthful fingers. Truly, none could oppose her, if they were foolish enough to try.

            “Why?” he whimpered, trying not to cry. “Why are you doing this, if you say you love me?”

            “Because you left me no choice, of course,” Elsa responded matter-of-factly. “I offered you the chance to be by my side as your former self. We could’ve lived quite happily in here. I would’ve made you so very comfortable, love. But once you made it clear you intended to return to Anna, I couldn’t allow you to leave and share my plan with her, could I? So, instead, we will be together in this way. Not as husband and wife, but as… queen and meal. You see, my magic will allow you to exist inside me forever… to digest and become a part of me. You will… not be awake for it, of course, but still you shall remain a piece of my body forever. It’s everything I’ve always wanted, and I believe deep down, you feel the same way.”

            “NO, I DON’T!” Kristoff screeched. He grunted, giving one last push against Elsa’s thumb, but got nowhere.

            To his surprise, though, an instant later, the hand was unfurling: by the queen’s choice, not his. She gave him no chance to dive to safety, though, and instead snatched Kristoff’s leg in her lovely fingers. With one pluck, the tiny iceman was dangling upside down from Elsa’s gentle yet firm digits. The queen’s hand rose higher, past the winding length of her blonde braid, and above her head, until the little man was hanging in midair and looking down on Elsa’s face; somehow, though, the experience was far more terrifying this time.

            “I thought you might feel that way. It will take some adjustment, becoming a part of me,” Elsa explained thoughtfully. As she spoke, she lowered Kristoff steadily again, toward her soft pink lips. “However, after some convincing, I believe you will come around to my way of thinking. I do not intend to swallow you, my love, until I see proof that you have grown accustomed to the idea of being swallowed, as the greatest little meal of either of our lives.”

            Kristoff thrashed about, the blood rushing to his head. Idly, he wondered how the young giantess possibly expected to demonstrate that crazy notion. Then again, she had already revealed several unbelievable truths to him this morning, first her love, then the shrinking spell, and finally her hunger; perhaps another shock was incoming.

            As if to offer an answer to his question, Kristoff was dangled right down against the pillowy lips of his love’s older sister. That pert mouth, stretched into a loving smile, puckered inward around the little man’s upper torso. She was kissing him, roughly and wetly. Kristoff threw his arms up in a useless attempt to defend against the onslaught of sloppy smooches, but it was no use. Elsa plastered the man with pecks of damp affection; yet again in defiance of logic, her breath was hot, and her stamped saliva warm and gooey, not frigid. Still, she was tender with him and his fragile form.

            “I know what you must be thinking. That this kiss is a betrayal of your “true” love, Anna. My sister,” Elsa said with some repulsion, unpeeling Kristoff from her chin. She licked her lips twice, then dabbed the tip of her slimy tongue against Kristoff’s face. “You needn’t worry about her discovering us, though. She’ll never have to know of our hearts’ bond. I will simply tell her that you grew tired of her, and moved on to distant lands, never to return. It will break her heart at first, I’m sure, but she will get over you eventually. But I will not. I will remember you all of my days. Especially your wonderful taste.”

            Kristoff hovered over her mouth again, but this time, the giant blonde’s tongue emerged fully. The great pink muscle, lashing about with all the regal sway of the queen’s march, dripped with sweet drool and glistened in the light of the ice palace. And then it was upon Kristoff. Licking, lapping, slurping at his face and soaking his winter clothes. Yet again, the man’s protests made no difference. Elsa was intent on tasting him, murmuring with mounting joy as she explored his body with her tongue. Her taste buds bristled and sponged at his face.

            “Don’t worry. I’m a lady of my word. I will not swallow you just yet, love,” Elsa swore softly, wiping her mouth. With that same hand, she waved her fingers in a swirl of magically formulating ice crystals. In the next instant, she was gripping a miniature life-size statue of Kristoff, accurate down to the last detail, made entirely of ice. It looked equally as helpless in her fist. “Now, I want you to watch me carefully, Kristoff. Because this is exactly what I’m going to do to you when at last we come together forever.”

            The humble iceman shivered, no longer from the cold, but solely the mounting dread of all he was witnessing. Yet Kristoff couldn’t keep himself from watching unblinkingly as Elsa lifted the frozen magical replica of himself up toward her lips. Those very same lips which had just languished gentle, passionate kisses upon him and sampled his flavors with her tongue as though he were a particularly tempting cake.

            The queen didn’t offer any further explanation yet, but instead glanced to Kristoff one last time, to ensure his attention was focused on her. She smiled warmly, then puckered again and planted a kiss on the icy face of the replica. Next, her lips parted, and she slid the head into the moist cave of her mouth, her breath alone fogging the pure crystalline ice and distorting the features. Then her lips closed over the head, and Elsa began suckling the icy object, turning it around in her softly closed fist, massaging the replica’s head on her inner cheeks and crossing her tongue over the torso. When she removed it again, a dollop of her hot saliva rolled down the Kristoff-doll, from the face down to the feet. She wiped her mouth, then looked Kristoff dead in the eyes. Her lake-blue irises dazzled.

            “This little Ice-Kristoff, of course, doesn’t simulate the feeling I’m going to get when I put you inside of me permanently, my love,” Elsa whispered, and licked her lips. “He’s very cold, as you can imagine. Not that the cold bothers me. But in his shape and size, it’s not unlike tasting a popsicle. However… you… with your lovely warm body and squirming little limbs, well, I’m sure you’ll be much more of a treat. Something special, to sample and to swallow. I hope that will make you feel good to know, Kristoff.”

            It did not make Kristoff feel good. However, he was still powerless to resist watching as Elsa re-inserted the replica over her lips, and this time, she pushed the entire ice doll into her mouth. Her cheeks briefly bulged as she held him in the thrall of her mouth; the queen closed her eyes, savoring the refreshing cool of it, and then gulped.

            The swallow was unceremonious, but still caught Kristoff by surprise. In fact, he couldn’t help but gasp, as he now had a perfect mental picture of what it would look like from the outside when he, too, disappeared down the blonde sorceress’s gullet. Except his view was liable to be much different when he actually experienced the same fate as Ice-Kristoff: darkness, heat, salivary slime, and gut-twisting fear. He almost couldn’t bear it.

            Yet, even as Kristoff quavered harder than ever in dire anticipation, he noticed something. A tingling, emanating from between his legs. Had Elsa bewitched him some way?

            No. She hadn’t, he realized. His masculine biology was simply reacting at the worst possible moment, little by little. The iceman grunted, writhing again in Elsa’s fist, in the hopes she wouldn’t notice the rising nub over his crotch.

            “Now that was a very pleasant appetizer,” Elsa murmured. She pressed her newly freed hand over her throat, and ran her palm along the pale skin. “I can feel him… passing below now. It won’t be long, until he’s made his journey the rest of the way down.” In demonstration, Elsa’s hand continued on its path down her gentle curves, over the rise of her breasts, then down along her narrow stomach. The blue ice-gown shimmered as she circled her hand over her belly. “This is where he’ll be soon.”

            Kristoff couldn’t be certain, but he was pretty sure he heard a low grumble sounding from Elsa’s waiting stomach. His own, already in knots, tightened.

            “And it’s where you’ll be, too, my little love.”

            “E-Elsa…” Kristoff breathed. “Please, listen to me. L-Listen. What would Anna think, if she… saw what you were d-doing to me?”

            “That’s not something either of us have to imagine, Kristoff, because my little sister is not here now. I try to only deal in terms of what is real and what is not, what is happening and what isn’t. And the fact of the matter is that you’re very small now, I’m more in love with you than I’ve ever been, and soon, you will become a part of me. Just like little Ice-Kristoff.”

            Now it was the tiny iceman’s turn to weep. His tears rolled down his face and splattered on Elsa’s thumb where it wound around his chest, binding him down; the liquid congealed and froze on contact with the young woman’s hand.

            “Relax, my dear. Like I said, I don’t wish to swallow you until I’ve confirmed for the both of us that this is the right thing to do. And I believe you still need some convincing,” Elsa said, dabbing away Kristoff’s tears with her pinky finger. “So, how would you like to see the body you’re about to become a part of?”

            Kristoff’s breath caught in his chest, and his crying paused, if only out of shock. He batted away Elsa’s finger, and looked up at her in cock-eyed disbelief.

            “What?”

            “Just watch,” she giggled lithely. The hand which gripped Kristoff extended to the full length of her arm, giving the little man the fullest visage possible of Elsa’s impossibly huge and elegant body, draped in her languorous blue dress. However, with one flighty wave of the queen’s hand, and a flash of twinkling light, and Kristoff was witnessing another of her spells. That glistening ice-dress was melting away, thinning beneath her fingers, and revealing skin. Out of instinct, Kristoff threw his hands over his eyes, simply because he was still looking at royalty. After a moment, though, he recalled that this specific royal had already announced her intention to eat him alive and integrate him into her gigantic body, which made the necessity of privacy seem less urgent. Especially since the very reason she’d revealed herself was to somehow convince him that her actions were just. So, trembling hard as ever, Kristoff opened his eyes for a better look.

            Elsa had only stopped magically subtracting clothing when all that remained to cover her body were two tightly bound strips of gossamer in the same enchanting blue. One over her breasts, and the other tucked between her legs. Otherwise, the queen may as well have been completely naked, for the rest of her magnificent form was on display: angelic, sensuous, and almost white as the snow.

            “Well, Kristoff,” Elsa sighed, planting her free hand on her bare hip. “What do you think of your queen?”

            “I… I-I…” he stammered. A mere glance upon Elsa’s heavenly form was all it took to render him speechless and make the blood rush from his head. The tightness between his legs increased, and Kristoff was sincerely glad he was wearing padded winter garb, to hide this embarrassment.

            “That’s the reaction I was expecting. You know, no one has ever seen me this way, my love. I’ve been preserving myself, all these years of my life, waiting for a love worthy enough to see me, the real me, beneath the magic and façades,” Elsa purred. She brought Kristoff to her lips, planted another warm kiss on his face, then began coquettishly combing his hair from one side of his head to the other using her finger. “And you have seen me now. You know my hopes, my desires, and the sacrifices I have made to ensure they come true. I want you. Inside of me. Forever. I have done all this to prove that to you. Now, though… it’s time I see the same side of you.”

            Kristoff didn’t know exactly what that meant, but it became stingingly obvious when Elsa’s slender fingers busily plucked at his winter clothes. As before, the struggle was amusingly pointless, as the little man was hopelessly outmatched by the strength of the queen’s confident hand. Still, he fought tooth and nail to keep his coat on, but that was taken away straight away and discarded with a casual flick to the floor of the ice palace. Next went his scarf and sweater, then his snow pants and boots, leaving Kristoff only in his cotton long john pajamas.

            “I could simply remove your clothes with magic, just as I did my own, but I have to admit: I wanted to be able to do this myself. To feel you worming around in my hands, pretending you aren’t even curious to know what it feels like when I hold your little naked body between my fingers,” Elsa said with a lilting laugh. She pawed with her thumb at the last remaining layer of fabric separating her from Kristoff. “What are you hiding under here, my love? What makes you so resistant to revealing yourself to me, when I have already freely done the same for you? Perhaps you find it immodest, to consider such things before we are fully committed, or maybe… there is something you do not wish me to see?”

            The energy to keep Elsa from undressing him now was directed exclusively to covering his crotch. Kristoff curled into a fetal ball, his hands cupped over his incriminating hard-on through the long johns; however, yet again, Elsa’s fingers were particularly adept at straightening him out to her whims, and suddenly the little man was gripped by his arms and legs, held across the width of the queen’s pearlescent hand, with his erection fully apparent.

            Elsa’s blue eyes twinkled again. She beamed with sheer delight.

            “I thought I felt something before,” she said slyly, and took hold of the fabric in her fingers. “Let’s get a look at Kristoff Junior, shall we?”

            “NO!”

            “Oh, I think yes,” Elsa teased. “Come on, now. Don’t be so shy. You’re a very handsome little one, and I only wish to see all of your features at once.”

            The young woman pinched the paltry material in her fingers and tore it away with a single tug; an instant later, the poor shrunken iceman was marooned, nude and exposed, in the hands of his true love’s titanic older sister. Strangely, the cold didn’t affect him as greatly now; perhaps another magical trick. Either way, Kristoff was now burning up with humiliation, his cheeks bright red, and his hands incapable of completely concealing his stiff member.

            “Did I not tell you this would happen?” Elsa taunted, sweetly, yet with victory bright in her eyes. She brushed the smooth curve of her fingertip along Kristoff’s erection, causing him to shiver again, but this time no longer from fear, either. “Why so tense, even now, when there are no more secrets between us? There was no reason to be nervous. Now we can see each other wholly. You have seen the body that you are to become part of, and I have seen the entirety of my meal, and his… pleasing parts.”

            Elsa’s finger caressed over Kristoff’s junk again, and he convulsed meekly in her hands, his body on the verge of melting like putty. Indeed, he was still tenser than ever, yet his miniature heart was pounding, and his baser instincts were taking hold. Despite the terror, the doubts of the unknown, Kristoff was still betrayed by his body: he longed to be touched again.

            “Most important, though… I know now, beyond the shadow of doubt, that this is what you want just as much as me,” Elsa announced, as she continued fondling her little naked toy. “You may put up words for appearances, clinging to manners and loyalty toward my sister, but what your mouth will not tell me, the rest of your body shall. You do want this, Kristoff. You must feel it completely now. There is no further lying to yourself. You yearn for nothing more than the idea of I, your queen, and truest love, placing you upon my tongue, and dragging you down toward your final resting place in my stomach.”

            Kristoff’s head was pulsating. He still weakly fought back, as though stuck in molasses, but he was no match for Elsa’s expertly stroking fingertips, teasing and toying with his manhood. Part of her was right: he didn’t want to resist her any longer. Those kissable lips, those deep blue eyes, and those delicate fingertips massaging him toward the edge of oblivion. She was so gentle and careful, despite the radical size difference, it was unfathomable to imagine this very same woman intended to slurp him down for breakfast.

            Bringing reality crashing back to frozen earth, though, Kristoff suddenly found himself being lifted again above Elsa’s face. Her fingertips continued their playful dance between his legs, plucking and curling at his sensitive region, but her tongue was also glossing a hungry line of fresh saliva over her mouth. She smiled, exhaled another warm puff of air over his naked form, then sighed.

            “The time has come, Kristoff. My love for you grows so strong that I can hardly keep myself from stuffing you down my throat this very instant. But I will not do it quickly. You will feel everything as it happens. I wish that for us, my love. Are you ready?”

            “N-N-No… I…” Kristoff answered sleepily, too exhausted from the hopelessness and sexual teasing to bother with a shout. By now, he was like a piece of clay in the hands of his queen. Almost less responsive than that ice replica, which was surely nearly down to her stomach by now. None of his minor rebellions made any difference; this was going to happen now. What was the use in becoming upset, in his final moments?

            “You don’t have to tell me the truth; I can see your heart, my dear. It is fearful, but it is also full of affection and acceptance. This is the right thing to do. In time, as you pass through my body and become one with me, you will come to see,” Elsa said. “We’ve dragged this out long enough. Good-bye, my love. I won’t ever forget you. Now, if you would be so kind… come inside my mouth, and let me swallow you down.”

            Kristoff writhed one last time as Elsa affectionately deposited him into her mouth. His squirming limbs were unable to claw their way back out to the light before the young woman closed her lips over him, and abruptly, the shrunken iceman was sealed within the dank, slick cavern. A monstrous bud-stippled tongue reared like a serpent and swirled him into its entangling grip. Kristoff surrendered to the sopping embrace of Elsa’s red muscle, as it dragged him along her undulating cheeks and palate, the entire warm complex sloshing as she sucked on him like a piece of ice. Pleasure and apprehension pulsed through his veins. That tongue knew no boundaries of exploration. When the queen seemed satisfied with these final lingering tastes of her bare-bodied love, the tidal wave of her tongue curled Kristoff back toward the gooey portal of her throat. And, just as she vowed, the lovely young sorceress swallowed.

            By the time the shrunken man was being constricted into the squishy pipeline of Elsa’s esophagus, he couldn’t say whether he still held firm in his denials or not. After all, his body was still warmed and even strangely comforted by the tenderness with which the queen treated her consumption of him. Perhaps, in some twisted way, she wasn’t all wrong in her convictions? Maybe it was just the gallons of gushing spit drowning his body, but as Kristoff passed into unconsciousness within Elsa’s digestive tract, he was willing to concede that maybe he was simply too small to understand.

            The loving darkness of Elsa’s oncoming stomach enveloped him in a chorus of gurgles.