Soft candlelight flickers in “queen elsa of arendelle” as she lies on velvet sheets wearing nothing but sheer black stockings. “queen elsa of arendelle” worships the way she caresses her own thighs, spreading them wide for the lens. In “queen elsa of arendelle” her fingers dance over swollen lips, dipping inside with a gasp that makes “queen elsa of arendelle” irresistible. She rides her hand harder in “queen elsa of arendelle”, hips rolling, breasts bouncing gently with each thrust. The raw need in her eyes is the star of “queen elsa of arendelle”, climax announced by a throaty cry that reverberates long after “queen elsa of arendelle” fades to black.