The day's climax approaches...

Elsa hastily pulled her gloves back on, heart pounding as she eyed the half-frozen orb and scepter she'd have to hold for the coronation. She'd been practicing for months now, whenever she got up the nerve. This time she'd made it a whole three seconds before the frost had started spreading over the metal. Her coronation was in four hours. Whatever calm she'd been able to find for herself this morning, it was long gone now, her breath came in short bursts that threatened a full blown panic attack if she wasn't careful.

She paused, eyes narrowing as she fingered the reassuring felt of her glove. She'd felt great this morning... happy even. It hadn't lasted long but maybe if... No, that was ridiculous, she was already in her coronation gown, she couldn't... but it wasn't like she couldn't hike it up a little, it was designed not to wrinkle... she would not masturbate, well, would not masturbate twice on her coronation day! She scoffed at the idea, what an amazing queen she would turn out to be if that set the precedent.

Her leashed manhood stirred hopefully, its noose tightening even as she rejected the idea.