Queen Elsa Of Aerendelle

Elsa's dream changed, Jack got done with the very pleasant deep tissue massage, and moved on to massaging slightly more gently, and intimately...

"Mmm, Jack, you're so aggressive tonight: I like it..." Elsa murmured softly in her sleep, moving her left hand to rub her mons subconsciously. As the passion built within her the temperature of the room started to fluctuate, it grew hotter around her and colder everywhere else, then that inverted, starting eddies of air as the waves of alternating heat and cold built within Elsa and radiated outward through the room.

This didn't disturb Jack at all, the exact same thing happened their first night together, which by the time dawn came had left him frozen to the bed by beads of his own sweat: in fact, this happened at least once a week while he was vacationing in Aerendelle. Elsa's dream moved on to full-on penetration and her fingers played the part, plunging into her sopping quim vigorously. Some instinct sensed something was not quite right though: the dream started to turn dark, and she reached out her right hand desperately for the reassuring presence of the lover that her suppressed conscious mind knew was only a foot or two away on the other side of the bed...