Tuck it up.

Arendelle fashion favored form-fitting bodices and royalty naturally had the most fitted of all, which she was bitterly reminded of as she tried to wedge her impossibly hard and sensitive manhood underneath it.

"Owowow.... uh! Damn. It. All!"

"Ma'am? Are you unwell?"

"No, I'll be right out!"

Elsa never sweat. Ever. But if she did, she certainly felt like she would be now.

At her wits end, she let her dress fall and braced herself for the obvious bulge, "Oh." It really wasn't that bad. A seam across her middle just barely managed to catch the tip of her erection, giving her a bit of an odd profile but hardly noticeable otherwise.

She straightened herself out and opened the door, greeted by a small army of servants ready to bring her back up to queenly standard.

NONONONNONONONONOONONO-

The mantra drowned out the words of the bishop as he recited the vows that would swear her in as queen. Standing there, as the ceremony began, she'd noticed Anna smiling nervously at the crowd and had felt a swell of relief and a measure of pride. This of course distracted her from her arousal and caused her shaft to soften, if only a small bit.

Which, unfortunately, was exactly the amount of softening it needed to be able to slip under the seam and push out against the soft fabric below. She didn't dare look down but it felt as though it was tenting out the entire front of her gown, she couldn't turn to face the people! She could barely keep up the nerve to continue facing the priest!

And worst of all, in the absolute worst possible circumstances, it had regained its firmness. She was rarely hot but her face felt like it was on fire as she realized that, on some level, this was arousing to her. The stupid manly organ pressed and shifted against the soft fabric of her dress, which was apparently just enough sensation to feel absolutely amazing.

She whimpered and earned an odd look from Anna. By some miracle of devotion, or more likely tinnitus, the old bishop didn't notice. Her hips shifted, both against her wishes and exactly in accordance with them. Back and forth, back and forth. She was breathing a little heavier now, the soft felt tickling the tip delightfully. She couldn't tell exactly but if she kept her shoulders even then the train should hide her traitorous hips.

Oh god... I'm ordering more of this fabric as soon as the ceremony's done!

She didn't even have the presence of mind to reprimand the devious thought, eyes unfocused and lips slightly parted as her hips began rotating more urgently. Even the bishop had noticed something was off now, his formerly droning speech sounding almost questioning as he eyed her up.

Oh wait that was my cue-!

She hastily bent her head forward -oh she was so close!- to receive the small but incredibly heavy crown.

Mmmmmnn my first act as queen... no, I'm masturbating while becoming queen!

She was panting now, shaking slightly as she reached for the orb and scepter that she'd been so frightened of hours before. They still terrified her but... somehow that just made it better.

Ohgodohgodohgod, I'm... I'm...!

"Erhem, your majesty, your gloves."

She shakily pulled her last safety net from her hands, laying them on the pillow clumsily as her hips rotation segued into actual tiny thrusts.

I'm cummmming!!!

She turned, facing the gathered nobles and royalty of far away lands as well as her own people, and her eyes fluttered wildly as her balls tightened and her length convulsed. Hot, gushing bursts of thick cum exploded into the fabric of her gown, an ungodly amount of the stuff spewing into the royal finery. She could feel the warmth soak into the fabric almost immediately and for just a moment she sighed in ecstasy, reveling in the hundred or so eyes upon her while her own cum soaked her front.

Arendelle, I present to you your new queen...

"Queen Elsa of Arendelle."

Elsa snapped back to reality.