Elsa hated fire, so it wasn't a long shot to say that she hated anything that had to be cooked on a stick over a fire. In fact the only reason she was crouched down next to her fireplace with Hans was because this particular food involved chocolate. And she couldn't say no to chocolate.

Hans had laughed as she tried to spear her 'marshmallow' on a sick he had found(she had noted that this was highly unsanitary) and after she had stuck her treat in the fire and out too fast for the heat to do its job he scooted behind her and took her hands in his.

She blushed at the closeness and his warm hands on her cold ones, but said nothing. He gently moved her stick so that it was just above the flickering flames. Elsa huffed, trying to retain her queenly dignity, but Hans only clucked and wrapped his free arm around her stomach and pulled her closer to him.

"I can do this myself, you know." She said, her voice barely a whisper.

"Mhmmm," Hans sighed, "That's why you wouldn't keep the stick in for more than a second, yeah?"

Elsa blushed harder, "You know I don't like fire…"

"I know, but I just want to show you that like your ice, fire can be both dangerous and beautiful." Hans then pulled her marshmallow out of the fire, its outsides now a crispy caramel brown. He grabbed two crackers and a bit of chocolate and used them to pull the sweet treat off of the stick, then handed her the resulting sandwich.

Elsa was hesitant, but took the treat, mindful of the hot marshmallow.

"Take a bite" said Hans, once again laughing. Elsa scoffed and put the treat to her lips. She chewed carefully, then let out a small moan. The sticky sweetness of the marshmallow combined perfectly with the dark chocolate and crackers. It was amazing.

Hans let out a laugh at her reaction, "I told you! Its good, isn't it?" Elsa blushed a bit, but was soon overtaken by Hans' infectious laugh.

"Yes," She giggled, feeling mischievous, "But I can make it better."

"Oh yeah? Ho-" Hans was cut off as Elsa turned and pressed her lips against his. When she pulled away she smirked at Hans, who was blushing, before taking another bit of her treat.

"Oh you're not getting off that easy, your majesty." Said Hans, pulling Elsa back towards him.

In the morning, two s'mores lay on the carpet by the fire, forsaken in favor of a treat much, much more sweet.