Lying out with his limbs spread wide, the adventurer couldn't help but shiver. The ground was fairly soft - in fact, it seemed to wobble from his most subtle shifts in body weight - but it was frosty. The sky above was blue, clear, and cool breezes passed his body.

He was on a flower's stigma. Its bright, colourful petals spread out on either side, swaying in the cool breeze... and from the slow, gradual steps that approached him. It sounded like they were on wood. This flower was indoors, in a boquet. Surrounding it were red drapes and tapestries with snowflake fractal decorations. Windows let in the sunlight reflected from snow-coated hills.

And despite the walls' insulation, it felt as if he grew colder with every approaching step...

Finally, the source of the shaking appeared above him. A pale face, with purple eyeshadow - and a platinum French braid swinging over her shoulder, though nowhere near the length of the previous woman's. It sloped over an elegant blue dress, made of the finest materials. Her pale, high cheeks lit up slightly as she leaned over, hesitating, her hands folded together.

It was Elsa - of Arendelle.

The adventurer waved his arms trying to get noticed among the multiple petals. His body seemed to just sink into the shadows from the overwhelming face, from which a cold breeze emerged.

"Flowers..." Even at this size, the royal voice was a careful, precise whisper, barely moving the petals; yet it cast a frost across them. "From Anna, maybe? They look so..."

There was no way the tiny man could get her attention. She shut her eyes; leaned her nostril in; and....

*Sniiiffff...*

With one simple snort, the wide, looming nostrils above began to abduct the adventurer; lifting him off his feet. He tried to cling onto the flower; but it, too, had chunks of pollen rocketing upwards into the massive nose hanging above. Elsa's round, pinkish nose didn't look particularly large from a distance - in fact, in any other situation, it might have been cute. But here, it was like a looming black hole that sucked in everything nearby, an unavoidable all-consuming pit. An inescapable vortex.

"Yeeeaaaaaargh!" The adventurer screamed as he struggled against this incredibly powerful force, pulling his body closer and closer to the giant, imposing face. "I don't want to die!"

The entire process went at super-speed, with the icy shapes around him whizzing by in a single blur. The sensation was not unlike being on an elevator hurdling downwards, gravity taking a pause while the sinus' sheer strength forced him upwards.

It felt like a straight minute, but took less than a second; and Elsa's nose had fully consumed him. This minuscule man was once more a passenger within a royal body.

She sniffled a bit. The nose hairs, also coated with frost, tilted back and forth. He could see snotty buildup, mucus strings dangling and dancing from it. Her nose was itching, at it made the walls, ceiling, and floor go up and down rapidly.

"Hahh..." Her voice echoed inside. A massive wind was coming from her lungs, one with enough force to careen him out over into the distance. "HAAAAAHH---...!"

The man looked to the cavern opening, bracing to get sent flying back out...

...Before a thin wall blocked his way, and the irritation ended.

Anna held a thin kerchief to her older sister's nose, giggling a little. "Aww! Flowers bugging you, sis?"

Elsa nodded slightly. "I... Mh, it's just a little itch." She sniffed inwards, and tapped the bridge of her nose. "They're still wonderful. Thank you."

"But I didn't bring them here. Weeeird." Anna paced around.

"Then, who could've..."

"Oooh, a secret admirer!"

"Sister, be reasonable. An admirer? Here? In the castle? Without leaving a trace?"

"A real mystery admirer, that's for sure! Maybe I should check around for clues..."

As Anna clopped off, Elsa couldn't help but wonder exactly what had gotten into her. One more sniff, and it was gone, it seemed...

For the traveler, it was a completely otherworldly experience. Yet another single breath sent him hurdling past massive halls of glistening, globby mucus, reflecting his face off every corner of the sinuses. He slid down the cold tunnel, unable to grab onto anything. It was as if everything was coated with a layer of slippery ice, keeping him moving downwards into the chasms.

*GURLP* - the noise rumbled through her throat, as she tapped it in slight discomfort, folding both cool hands over it.

He could feel her frosty touch guiding him down, gently, like a snowflake...

And now he was in the belly of a beast. The adventurer could feel the coldness of her thick stomach wrapping itself tightly around him - like a winter blanket enveloping his legs. It didn't hurt; rather, it was as if he was cradled in a snowbank. Frost seemed to fall down and lightly cover his hair.

It wasn't painful... But it was cold. He kept rubbing his hands for warmth, hoping for some kind of place to protect himself from the frost.

Outside, Anna rushed to Elsa. "Hey, I was looking around for your admirer, and..."

"Anna, I think..." Elsa tapped her stomach, before looking to her sister's pleading eyes. "...Go on."

"We still have some of these chewy candies. Go on, try one!"

Elsa, with a bit of a dry smile, unwrapped the candy that her sister handed to her. It was warm, with a caramel interior. She let it slide past her lips...

...And let it rain down upon the man within.

"Huh? Wh-what?"

He saw something huge hurdling down - and landing in the cold regions within Elsa's stomach. Desperate to get rid of the frostbite, he quickly jumped into the hollowed-out chocolate shell that once held caramel inside it.

"Oough... That's a relief." He said, as he was rapidly swallowed up.

It was warm, and soft, and gooey. He was shielded by it; it was like the candy formed a shell around his body, or an igloo, that could keep him protected on the journey.

And the journey only continued. An aperture in the bottom of the stomach basin opened slowly, sucking in the slushy mess of food. Elsa's queenly digestive process continued, carrying the man with it.

He could feel slow movements from below, like a dull banging, as she paced through halls, jotting down notes and gathering books for her duties. Around, the walls of the giantess' small intestine seemed lined with crystalline structures, sparkling like a massive ice sculpture. It stretched on for an impossibly long distance, frosty waters churning around in rivers.

The digestive waterfalls briefly stopped at a lake near the end of her intestines. He looked out over it, seeing a river of darkness stretching beyond its shores. Its surface was completely frozen. Yet, there were hundreds of tiny patches of green, where the water flowed beneath the icy crust. The traces of previous meals, no doubt - verdant vegetables that the queen of ice had digested.

By this part of the journey, her intestines had done astounding work to the chewy candy that the traveler rode in. It had absorbed it all. The "shield" was a thin, meager remnant of the snack it once was, shriveled up and cold. And that meant the tiny man had very little to protect him from the frost of the large intestine ahead. He could only look ahead in horror at the cavernous reaches that he was about to slip into...

And then he was in.

There was nothing to hold on to, so he just slipped down, trying to find a way to slow his descent. His own stomach was aching from the quick movement. It was like a massive skating rink, carrying bits of digested sludge with him. He kept slipping and sliding down the chasm.

His body splashed through bits of previous meals, getting dirty and disheveled. Every frozen, hard wall he bounced off had a reflection of his expression - coated with that muck. He seemed so lost in the cold passageways making up the intestines.

It only seemed to get frostier as he slid deeper, towards the exit...

...Until he finally arrived.

A massive opening in the intestines. Here, the frozen water was slowly melting into pools from thin amounts of heat around Elsa's rear. The smell hit him first: a strong odor of sulfur, acrid and pungent. There had been a faint hint of that stench earlier, but it overpowered his senses here. And the very edge seemed puckered - frozen tight.

Outside, Elsa had left her castle - and was out in the fresh snow. Her quick movements shook her entire body, especially around her hips. Her hips - exactly where she felt something moving.

"Elsa? Are you there? You can't run away again!" Anna called out from behind.

"Can't talk now... Gotta..." Elsa quickly hid behind a snowbank, crouching down. She lowered her panties. A blush covered her cheeks. Her entire body felt hot, even in the icy landscape.

That burning extended to her buttocks. Right at the edge, there was something sliding out. Moving. Wiggling. The uncomfortable pressure built up inside her. It was almost unbearable...

The sensation of the thing sliding out made her gasp, and she couldn't help but turn her head back to see what was happening. She subconsciously channeled her frost powers to soothe the pain.

Just above the opening, the source of that tension was pushing himself out. His whole body was practically immobile, stuck in an ice cube. As he slid outwards through the opening, he couldn't even wiggle or budge at all. It was like a frosty sensation over his nerves, as he fell towards the light outside - the sun reflecting off a snowbank, like a mountainous shape.

He dropped with a faint whistling noise, cushioned by the frost. Once below, he couldn't help but look up at the majestic shape of the buttocks he'd been in. His eyes were fixed on it, face firmly locked in a dumbfounded expression. With immeasurably wide hips, Elsa's powerful posterior barely swayed above. It was at once obscene, yet queenly, like an all-consuming rosy sky.

The man stared, unable to tear his eyes away from the sight of her perfect butt. Though he tried to be a gentleman, he couldn't handle the sheer mass. He had been in the stomach of what seemed like a monster; this gigantic, hulking figure who would easily turn anyone who got close into part of her digestive system with a single breath. But from this angle, seeing its slight sway and jiggle in the wind, he remembered: she was still a woman, still a queen.

And as he saw the panties raising, the intricate mix of sparkling fibers twirling in circles around him, he remained in awe. The outfit seemed to only barely fit her wide curves, hugging it as her backside turned. From this angle, between her heels, it was like watching mountains move. And with a few steps, she was now facing him directly, looking down.

She smiled, and her face was a vision of beauty. Her large cheeks were flushed from the cold, and her lips were parted slightly, blue eyes filled with warmth. "Ah." Her voice alone felt like it thawed him out of the containing icecube. "So you were my 'secret admirer'..."

With his teeth chattering, he shook his head. "I didn't mean to intrude. It was, I cast a magic spell, and..."

She put a finger to his mouth. "It was nice to have someone so close to me... and not hurt by my powers." She touched her chest. "Did you have fun?"

He nodded quietly. Even in the frost, he felt warm.

"Then maybe I'm learning to control the ice even more."

It wouldn't be long before he cast the spell again - though his arms still had trouble moving. He disappeared with a tiny flare, almost as soon as Anna caught up. Both sisters were treated to a quick display of magical flashing, before he was carried away by the waves of magic.

Somewhere far away.

Not at all like the regal, well-decorated rooms he'd been in...

...but still Marvelous.