A Twink

A skinny, pale man stood across from her, dressed in an oversized sweater, blonde hair falling over one eye in waves. He smiled shyly, waving at her. "Hey, Anna. What did you want?"

Anna was a little taken aback. This was Arendelle's great and mighty ruler? One who had been blessed with magic? The king of Arendelle was a twink!

No, she could work with this. He just needed a little improvement, that was all.

"Well, you know how I'm the only woman in the world?"

Elliott raised an eyebrow. "Of course. How could I not?"

"I just realised that you've never bred me before!"

Elliott sighed and placed his head in his hands. "Anna, we've been over this. I can't breed you. I can't breed anyone at all!"

"Why not?"

"You know why!" His face went startlingly red. "Because of my... condition..."

"What condition?"

"Are you really going to make me show you?"

Anna's face flushed and a coy smile crept across her lips. "No, I need to find out for myself."

With a growl, she pounced on him, tearing his pants down and ripping open his underwear. There, at his groin, stood the tiniest cock the world had ever seen. Not even a full inch in length, with nonexistent balls, the sad thing hung limply down, looking ridiculous on his tall, skinny frame. He blushed a deep beetroot.

Anna tutted. "Well, this won't do at all. I guess I'll just have to fix it myself."