Chapter 1: Nothing Better to Do
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Anna, age 8, knocked on the door and then sat down in front of it. “Elsa. I’m here again. I’ll be here every day until you open the door and play with me again. I don’t know why you don’t want to play, but I’ll wait. I have nothing better to do. I’m sick of talking to the paintings and Momma and Poppa are too busy to talk. I could talk to Gerda or Kai, but they have work to do. They would talk to me, but it seems mean to take them away from their work. So, I’ll talk to you. Thru your door. Unless you open your door, then we could talk face to face. And then we could play. Oh, I could show you how to ride a bicycle down the stairs! Or, we could play tag with the suits of armor. Or we could build a snowman. Do you want to build a snowman, Elsa?”
“Go away, Anna!” That was the only reply.
Anna’s face fell. She had hoped this approach would be different. No such luck.
“I told you-I have nothing better to do. So, I’ll just stay here on this side of the door and tell you about my day. Let’s see, where to start…oh, I know. Did you know that there are 45 paintings in the castle? I counted them today, and I spoke to…”.
Anna droned on to the door, hoping her sister would listen if not actually talk. After all, she legitimately didn’t have anything better to do.
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“…and so I lifted the front of the bike and the front wheel came up and I balanced on the back wheel for a few seconds. It was neat. I’m gonna try to do it again tomorrow, but I have to be careful not to crash. Would you like to ride the bike with me? We could ride it together. I bet I could balance you on the handles. “ Anna, age 11, said to the closed door
“Go away Anna.” Came the reply
“Okay so no bike riding. Still, there are plenty of things we could do. We could talk to the paintings. Joan has been asking about you. She’s starting to think I made you up. “
“Anna, please. Please go away. “. Elsa sounded so sad.
“ I can’t. You know that. The rest of the castle is soooo boring. At least I can pretend that you’ll open the door someday. And then we could play. And I could hug you. And we can be like we used to be. Cause I have nothing better to do. “
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“Did you ever read any of the books in the library? DO you read the books in the library? I mean, you might be roaming the castle halls late at night while everyone is asleep, I would never know. You might be reading all the books in the library. It could happen. You’re very secretive. You could make an excellent secret spy, or cat burglar.” Anna, age 14, looked at the closed door intensely.
“Anna, you can’t be here with me. You have to leave. Go away Anna.” The reply through the door varied in the actual words every once in a while, but the sentiment was always the same.
Except today Anna noticed something she hadn’t really thought about before. “Why can’t I be here with you? I’m on the other side of the door like I always am. I doubt my location makes much difference-you still won’t open the door, you won’t see me in some other room, and you barely talk to me when I am here. I COULD go away but it wouldn’t be much different. You wouldn’t talk to me and I would still talk to you even though you’re not there. But then, I talk to you here when I KNOW you’re here and you’re still not here. Not really. So, if it’s all the same to you I’d rather talk to you here than in the portrait corridor. Although Joan HAS been saying that it’s been a while since you visited. Fake Imaginary You, not Real You of course. Real You would never go with me to talk to Joan. But Fake imaginary You should probably make an appearance soon. I’ll have to remember.“
“Go away, Anna.” Elsa sounded sad. Weird. Maybe Anna’s visit today reminded her of all the better time when Anna wasn’t bothering her.
Anna stood up. Her mouth opened to say something but she had nothing to say anymore. Her presence made her sister sad enough to cry. She left without speaking. She could give her sister that at least.
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Anna, age 15, sat in front of her sisters door. She was a bit in shock but still able to converse.
“Papa told me today that I would be presented soon. Presented. It sounds so…innocuous. So simple. It doesn’t at all sound like selling your daughter to whichever disgusting awful fat old prince makes the most benefit for the country. I’m going to be sold to make the country better. I guess that’s about as good a deal as I could expect, but I must say those books in the library did paint a much different picture. I don’t think my prince will be coming here to rescue me from a despicable villain. I can only hope that Papa will find a man that I can tolerate. Maybe with enough time I could learn to love. Or at least tolerate his body on mine. Maybe it will be like those French books in the library where his thing will be so big it will be amazing and I will love it. Or maybe he will be cruel and I will live a life of quiet misery.
I think it would be misery, Elsa. I think no matter who or where or how big his thing, I would be miserable away from you. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m pretty miserable on the outside of this door. But being away from this door would be worse. At least I know you are on the other side.
You ARE on the other side aren’t you Elsa? I’m pretty sure you are but I will feel extra stupid if I’m taking to an empty room.” Anna concluded.
“G-go away, Anna. “ Elsa sounded hoarse. Like her voice was rough. Maybe Anna had made her cry again.
Anna sighed. “I’m going. I’ll be back tomorrow to talk to the door. And maybe you in the other side. I love you, Elsa. I’m sorry. “
Elsa sat on the other side of the door and sobbed.
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“I dreamed last night. Really weird. I dreamed you saved me, Elsa. I was being presented by Papa at court, and this court man…person…officer? I don’t know who he was or what he was supposed to be, but he seemed to be in charge of the presenting. Well, he led me out onto the court floor in front of the throne, in front of Papa and Mama and all of the Court, and a lot of men I didn’t recognize. I think they were supposed to represent all of the foreign princes that will be vying for me. But this man, he tore all my clothes. Ripped the dress right off me, off my body, and I was left in my stockings and shoes. I was naked in front of all of those people and they were yelling and whistling and saying the foulest things about me, about my body, calling me the worst names. I was so scared and Papa didn’t do anything. The men started to circle around me, reaching out their hands to touch me, and I was trying to get away, but they surrounded me. They said the worst things about what they would do to me, what they would make me do, calling me a whore and a slattern. It was so awful.
And then you burst thru their line with a blanket. You wrapped me up and threatened to kill anyone who touched me. Papa asked if you would keep me and you said you would. You led me away to your door and we sat here outside your door and you held me as I cried. It was so terrible, Elsa, but then you saved me. You saved me and you hugged me and you kissed my tears away.
That’s how I knew it was a dream. You haven’t hugged me since we were kids, you barely come out of your room, and you certainly wouldn’t rescue me from those men in the midst of the court floor.
But I would go with you. I mean, if you did. Rescue me, I mean. I would go with you if you rescued me from the men who are going to buy me from Papa and treat me like a prize mare. I would go with you and I would stay in your arms and I would be comforted by you. I love you, Elsa.
And so you held me. And hugged me and kissed me. And told me how much you love me, and how sorry you were that you could never open the door between us.
And that’s when I realized something that I think I always knew. You don’t keep this door closed, you don’t…avoid me, and stay away from me, and try to keep me away from you, because you hate me. You don’t hate me, do you Elsa? I don’t think you do. But that still doesn’t explain why this door is still locked.
Why is this door locked, Elsa? Is it because you hate me? Or is it because…because…” Anna rolled her eyes around the corridor, searching for meaning in the polished stone, “um…because you’re not allowed to open it? Is it because Papa won’t let you open it? Is this all Papa’s fault?”
She heard scrabbling behind the door. “Anna. You need to listen to me right now. This is NOT Papa’s fault. This is MY fault. This is only my fault, Anna. I’m the one that keeps this door locked. I’m the one that avoids you and keeps you away from me. No one else, Anna. Only me. It’s my fault. It’s all…my fault. “ The last two words were almost whispered.
Anna was shocked. She didn’t know exactly what was happening, but she was certain of one thing. “Elsa. Elsa, I need you to listen to me. Whatever happened? It wasn’t your fault. You were a little kid, just like me. It wasn’t your fault. It can’t have been. Whatever happened, you were a child. It. Was. Not. Your. Fault. “
She could hear Elsa quietly crying. Elsa spoke, but so broken and stilted that Anna had to really concentrate to hear anything.
“But…it was. It’s all…my fault. I…I couldn’t catch you. I couldn’t…make it work right and..hk…I can’t control it now. I can’t be around you. I’m so sorry. “
“Elsa. Don’t be sorry. Don’t be sorry for what was done so long ago. None of it is your fault. If you open the door, I can hug you and you can tell me all about it and we can fix it. We can be like we were. “
“G-go away, Anna. Please go away. You need to go away right now. GO AWAY!!”
Anna recoiled from the obvious terror in her sister’s voice. She had no idea what was going on, but she wouldn’t do anything to hurt her sister.
“Ok. I’m going Elsa. I won’t be here and it will be ok. I love you. And I know you love me. I’ll talk to you later. It will really be ok.“
Anna left slowly, a mixture of sorrow, fear, and anger warring within her. What was Elsa enduring alone? And why was she abandoned to endure it alone? Why weren’t her parents helping? She didn’t know but she was determined to find out.
Chapter 2: Backfire
Summary:
Asking her parents about Elsa REALLY didn't work out well for Anna
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Well, that backfired.
A loud yelling match with her parents had resulted in a week of staying in her room under guard and an admonition to accept that Elsa needs to be separate from the rest of the family and she was to drop the subject. She had never seen her father so angry. She had also never seen her mother so scared.
Something was definitely going on. She was more and more sure that Elsa wasn’t to blame for whatever had happened, and she was more and more angry with her parents for locking Elsa away.
She would find out. Sooner or later, she would find out what was going on and why Elsa had to be locked away and she would FIX IT. And Elsa would be able to hug her again. She and Elsa would build a snow man, and she would finally feel better.
She felt confused and angry and sad. Confused about Elsa’s status-why is she kept away to begin with? It made no sense. Especially when Elsa thinks it’s her fault. What’s her fault? What happened, and why will no one tell her?
And that made her angry. Something as important as Elsa’s status is being kept from her. Just like Elsa is being kept from her. She may be restricted to her room for this week but that in no way means she has forgotten. Or forgiven.
And she was sad. Elsa is still locked away. Still behind doors and around corners and just out of reach. She wants Elsa within reach at all times. Elsa should be in hugging range always. She needs her sister.
She entered her room escorted by her guard Ole. Turning to thank him, a thought occurred to her. “Ole, my sister probably is unaware of my current restricted status. She may wonder why I am not at her door as I usually am. Please have a page sent here to take a message to the Princess. It’s vital she know I haven’t abandoned her. I would never abandon her…”
The guard looked a little surprised about the last part of Anna’s request. Knowing too much about the royal family can cause familiarity lapses. He didn’t want to be transferred due to poor choices months from now.
“Yes, Princess. I’ll signal for a page right away. “ He reached for the signal cord as she closed the door.
A few minutes later, she had finished her note to Elsa. A knock at the door revealed a page. “Excellent!” She handed the sealed note to him. “It is VITAL that Princess Elsa receive this note. Please wait to insure it is given to her directly. I need the names of the people who give her the note to make sure she receives it. Do you understand?”
The page stared, intimidated. “Yes, Princess. I will return with the names of those who give it to the Princess. “
Anna smiled. “Thank you.”
The page smiled, and then set off looking worried.
“Elsa, it’s going to be ok. I swear I will figure out what’s going on and I will FIX it!” She muttered.
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When she needed company, Ole was a good conversationalist. When she wanted to be alone, he was a good silent sentry. And when she needed to send a note, he summoned a page as if by magic.
She had started to write down the daily things she usually told Elsa’s door about each day. She couldn’t be there to say it to the locked door, so she wrote it down.
She sent a note a day. She made sure Elsa got them. One evening Karl the page returned to say he had seen Elsa’s door crack open long enough for the note to be slid thru. Then quickly closed. But she was pretty sure Elsa was getting her notes. She felt so much lighter knowing that.
An interesting thing happened in the few days she spent in her room. She found herself remembering and realizing connections and reasons for things she had previously wondered about. Apparently, the act of writing things down caused her to look closer at things than when she simply talked about them. It was when she was describing the disturbing presentation dream she had yet again that she realized she recognized some of the things she had dreamed.
She was presented again, stripped again, and molested again. Elsa saved her, again. But she recognized the phrasing of Poppa’s question to Elsa. “Will you keep her?” “I will.” “Then take her and have her.”
The stilted language of the exchange between Poppa and Elsa triggered a nagging half-memory in her as she wrote it down. She knew that language from somewhere.
She ended up talking to a junior librarian about it, in vague fashion. Describing a dream about being rescued by a prince. The language. The junior librarian was certain it was from one of the Lavender Romances, tales of knights and damsels Anna asked about getting a copy, and the librarian had it delivered within the hour. Anna sat down to read just before supper.
She was more than half way done the tales when she finally found it-the Tale of the Reluctant Groom. A story of a knight that didn’t want marriage, and what happened when he rejected his arranged fiancé. The woman was presented to the court as rejected and the courtiers grabbed at her and insulted her. The knight was so angered he barged into the courtiers, sending them sprawling, wrapping his arms around his spurned spouse-to-be. When his king confronted him, he stated that he will marry her rather than see the spectacle of her presentation. The king asked the knight “Will you keep her?” Just as her dream. And the replies were just as her dream. And though the knight was still reluctant, he married her and then afterwards they fell in love. His was the happiest marriage in the kingdom.
She knew she remembered it from somewhere. Maybe she heard this story as a child. She didn’t recall the particular instance of hearing it prior to her dream, but she must have.
So she was the spurned wife, and Elsa was her brave knight. Although the story in the book mentioned nothing about nudity. That part of the dream was still very frightening. But when Elsa held her in the blanket as she cried, and Elsa comforted her, the nudity felt…normal. Was it normal to be naked under a blanket with your gallant husband of a sister? The dream was strange.
The dream the next night was stranger. In it, Poppa asked Anna if she would keep Elsa after Elsa agreed to keep Anna. The same language. Anna agreed and Poppa told her to take and have Elsa just as he said the same to Elsa. And when Elsa held her as she cried, Elsa kissed her lips and told her she loved her. And Anna loved her new husband. Her sister Elsa, her loving husband. And as they joined hands their wedding rings clinked.
Anna wrote it all down dutifully for Elsa. She wasn’t sure what she felt about Elsa being her husband. But she knew she liked kissing Dream Elsa. She wondered what Elsa would make of her crazy dream. Anna probably wouldn’t ever know-Elsa hadn’t replied to her letters in any way.
The next night she had the dream again, but Poppa wasn’t on the throne. There were no men in the throne room to tear off Anna’s clothing, but that wasn’t necessary. Anna was naked to begin with. She wasn’t presented to the court. She wasn’t presented to anyone. She walked confidently into the room, staring at Elsa who sat on the throne. Anna stopped directly in front of the throne. Elsa was so beautiful in her royal gown with the crown affixed to her hair. Elsa looked down at Anna, smiling.
“Will you keep me?” She asked.
Anna smiled back at her, naked body proudly on display for her sister. For her husband. For her gallant savior knight. “I will.”
Elsa smiled, standing. “Then take and have me.” As she said this, Elsa’s gown disappeared, leaving her naked as well. Elsa descended the steps of the throne, waking into Anna’s arms, where she found eager lips waiting for her kiss.
They held each other as they kissed, hands roaming over naked skin. Anna felt so alive, so free in Elsa’s arms. So very excited kissing Elsa.
Anna was excited. Elsa’s hands roaming over her naked body made her skin tingle with lust. Elsa’s hands found Anna’s center and one stiff-nippled breast as she broke the kiss. “I love you, Anna. I love you forever, my wife.”
Anna woke up.
Anna realized she was VERY turned on. As she squeezed her thighs together the sensation made her gasp. Apparently, she slept this night with her hand up her gown, stroking her aroused sex. Her nipples created stiff little peaks at her night gown. She was wet, as evidenced by the fingers stroking her little clit and sliding around her opening.
She was puzzled. This was weird. “Elsa? Really?”
She almost yelped as her clit buzzed when she said her sister’s name. Apparently, her body was under the impression that it was Elsa driving this arousal. “Elsa.” Holy God!! Ooooo, that felt good.
Okay. So be it. At least for this morning, she would touch herself and think of her sister.
“Oooo, Elsa. Oh, that feels good. Oh, my sister.” Clunk. That line of thinking fell flat. She liked the sound of Elsa’s name, but as soon as she said sister, it was like an ice water shower on her arousal.
Okay. Not sister. Just Elsa.
“Hnnnn. Elsa. Oh, Elsa. Oh, it feels so good.” Her fingers stroked over her wet slippery folds, her thumb strumming on her stiff clit. Her body was humming with desire. “Elsa. Oh Elsa. Oh, you make me feel so good. Oh, baby. “. Every time she said Elsa’s name her body reacted positively. She was close now. In a little while her body would crash, the coiling need in her belly would snap and she would feel the sweet release.
“Elsa. Oh, Elsa. Yes. Yes. Touch me, Elsa. Touch me, my knight. Touch me and love me and make me feel…good…so good, Elsa. “
It was building and building. But she couldn’t get over. She couldn’t bring it far enough to crash. Frustration warred with desire as she continued, desire still exceeding. For now. Anna’s thoughts turned to her dream.
“I will keep you, Elsa.” Oh, that was good. “I will take you and have you.” Oh yes. Better. She was so close. “I love you, Elsa. I love you…husband. UGH!!!!”
Oh god, she snapped. Her body convulsed as she came, fingers thrusting into her hole, thumb rubbing her hard clit. She broke again and again, grunting and panting, her fingers soaked and her pussy throbbing.
She fell back, her body limp and wasted after the extreme contractions of her orgasm. Orgasms. More than just the one. God, she had no idea how many that was, but it was a lot. Wow.
“Oh god. Oh god. Oh that was so much. Oh Elsa. Elsa, that felt so good. “ she laughed, sighing, catching her breath.
As she calmed down, she realized what had just happened. That WAS weird, right? She just touched herself to the thought of Elsa as her…husband? How does that even work? Elsa was her sister.
Obviously she thought of Elsa as more than simply a sister. Elsa was everything to her. Her parents, the monarchs of the realm, had always been a bit disengaged with her and Elsa. As a small child, Elsa had been most of her world-she played with Elsa, studied lessons with Elsa, ate meals with Elsa. She and Elsa had been best buddies. And then Elsa was locked away.
And now Anna thought of her as a husband? It was strange. Maybe it was due to a mashed version of her fear of being married off to some stranger combined with her fear of losing Elsa forever.
That must be it. If Elsa were her husband, she couldn’t have a different husband. She and Elsa would be together forever-till death do us part. And she could talk to Elsa, and play with Elsa, and be hugged by Elsa, and kiss Elsa…
Wait, what? She wanted to kiss Elsa? Like a wife would kiss a husband? The way her body reacted to the idea, she realized at least the physical part of her indeed wanted to kiss Elsa. Her arousal spiked again at the idea.
Her rational (so to speak) brain turned the concept over in her mind. She wanted to kiss Elsa. Oh, god, apparently she did. Hooo! That made her pussy and nipples tingle. Again, weird. Why would thinking about her sister like this cause her body to get excited? It didn’t make a lot of sense.
Unless she was under a spell. Was she under a spell? How would she know? Who could she talk to about it to find out if she were under a spell?
Maybe Kai would know. Maybe she could talk to Kai secretly and see if he knew anything about where or who to go to for questions about magic.
But first she would need to endure a few more days locked in her room.
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She wrote Elsa each day, describing everything about her day just as if she were talking to Elsa’s door. She described the dreams she had, with the exception of the naked part of the dream and the amazing masturbation sessions each time after waking up. She didn’t think writing that down would be good; that was a face-to-face discussion if anything. She did wonder if Elsa was also under a spell. Maybe Elsa was dreaming of her and touching herself as well. Wouldn’t that be a thing.
She described the ongoing evolution of her dream. In last night’s dream, the naked girls kissed and then recited marriage vows to each other. A priest materialized (like how it happens in dreams), and pronounced them husband and wife. The priest disappeared and they kissed more, and then Elsa lay down on her back and Anna licked Elsa’s pussy until Elsa sprayed all over Anna’s face.
Then Elsa stood up and got behind Anna, and Elsa inserted her big husband cock into Anna. It felt so good, being penetrated by Elsa. Being fucked by Elsa. And that’s what it was. Dream Elsa fucked her, fucked her hard and in multiple positions, from behind with Anna on her hands and knees, sitting down with Anna sitting in her lap, Anna squatting on her lap, bouncing up and down on Elsa’s big dick, and finally the standard position with Anna on her back and Elsa laying on top of her. Looking into her eyes as she fucked Anna. Saying how much she loved Anna as her big thick cock plowed Anna’s furrow over and over again, finally waking Anna up right before climax.
Anna fingered herself so hard that morning, orgasming so strongly she almost passed out. She thought she might be bruised by the end.
She obviously didn’t write about being naked with Elsa, or all the sex, but she did write about dreaming of keeping, taking, and having Elsa, and the marriage with the priest and the kissing. She didn’t know if Elsa was touching herself thinking of Anna, but if she was, Anna wanted to give her something to think about while she did. God knows Anna was thinking about it.
Anna felt a bit of concern about the way she had seemed to just accept that she was sexually fantasizing about her own sister. But with the current theory that it was a spell, Anna rationalized that there wasn’t anything to be done while she was confined to her room, so she just went with the feeling. She woke up each morning after dreaming of marrying Elsa and then consummating the marriage in the most incredible fashions imaginable, and she was so astonishingly horny that she masturbated to orgasm time and time again each morning until she was panting and completely sated.
Well, if she were honest, she wasn’t completely sated-she thought the spell would only truly be satisfied if she actually married and had sex with Elsa. Each morning it became more evident that something (the spell?) really wanted her to have sex with her own sister.
And every time she thought of Elsa as her sister (which she was-facts are things that exist regardless of what her body feels), something in her felt off, like that was incorrect. Elsa was her husband. That felt right, like it made sense even though it is objectively completely false.
Anna really needed to talk to Kai. Only a couple more days.
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Anna woke up moaning. Of course. The dream this time was a bit different-she hadn’t been in the throne room. There was no presentation. The dream started with her in her room. She supposed she was still there from her restriction. Elsa entered her room (which was weird. Elsa never left HER room, so she would hardly come into Anna’s room). Elsa had asked Anna if she loved her. Right out of the blue, first thing out of her mouth. “Are you in love with me?” Elsa was almost aggressive in her tone
Anna swallowed hard, but told the truth. “Yes, I am. I am in love with you. I want to marry you. I will keep and take and have you. I love you, Elsa.”
Elsa smiled at her. “Thank the gods. I’m in love with you too, Anna. I always have been. I will keep and take and have you as well. I love you, my wonderful wife.”
Anna pulled her into her arms, kissing her with all her joy and love and arousal. Gods, Elsa felt so right in her arms. And she felt right in Elsa’s arms, in the strong arms of her husband.
Anna broke the kiss and realized they were both now naked, holding each other, breathing hard and oh so very aroused. She looked up at Elsa, who was smiling down at her. “What do you want, Anna?”
What did she want? Good question. Did she want her sister, as her body so obviously did? Did she want free of the spell that seemed to affect her body in this way, to go back to a normal relationship with Elsa? Could she even HAVE a “normal” sister relationship with Elsa, considering she hadn’t hugged Elsa in years. What DID she want?
She looked into Dream Elsa’s eyes. God, Elsa was beautiful. And so sexy, the slight smile on her face as she looked back at Anna in anticipation. Anna faltered. “I don’t…I don’t…know what I want. I don’t know if I want this, or if this is something I should be cured from, or if this is all just dreams to be discounted as flights of whimsy. I haven’t seen you in months, I haven’t touched you in a decade, and I haven’t even heard your voice all this week, thanks to Poppa. What SHOULD I want from you? I know you are being kept from me. I know it’s something scary. I know YOU’RE scared to be near me, but I still don’t know why. And I seem to be under some sort of spell to want to be married to you, to keep you and take you and have you as husband,” her arousal flared at the thought, her body encouraging this line of action.
“But I still don’t know what’s going on. I know I don’t want to be sold like a brood mare by Poppa. I know I want to hold you in my arms, and talk to you, and play stupid childhood games with you because we have missed SO MUCH, Elsa. This isn’t fair to me. This isn’t fair to you. This whole situation is messed up, and complicated by the fact that my body wants your body SO MUCH, it’s almost painful. I dream of kissing you, Elsa.” She laughed at this. “Quite literally I dream of kissing you. Is that this spell? Is this real? How am I to know? What do I do? Say I talk to someone about magic, say I am under a love spell, say I find out how to remove it and make it so the spell is gone. Do I lose you? Do I become some unfamiliar ‘sister’ to you, married off to some princeling for a favorable trade agreement, to only ever see you on diplomatic trips and maybe holidays if we can swing the schedules?” Her body’s arousal flared again, almost as if in indignation. She understood the sentiment. Hell, she agreed with the indignation.
“I don’t want that. Regardless of what my body wants, or what the spell wants, if that’s even what this is, I want you in my life, Elsa. I want it as it was. You and me, best buddies. And if that means I have you as husband, weird as that idea is, I’m ok with that. Believe me, this spell, or my body, or whatever, is VERY ok with that. I dream about it, and I fantasize about it, because it feels SOOOOO good, Elsa. It feels so good to think of you touching me, kissing me, loving me. And that may be a spell. But I think part of it may not be a spell. I love you, Elsa. I always have, since the first day I can remember. You have always been my person, my best buddy, my loving sister, my friend. I won’t lose you. I’ll never give up trying to get US back to how we used to be. And if I need to marry you to do it, so be it.” She hugged Dream Elsa close.
She gently spoke in Dream Elsa’s ear. “And if you have me as wife, and you touch me like I dream about, I think I’m ok with that as well.”
Dream Elsa smiled at her and kissed her. Anna found herself falling into the physical arousal of being with Elsa. She dreamed of Elsa’s lips and tongue, of Elsa’s fingers, of Elsa’s body under her own fingers and lips and tongue, and she woke up panting in want and need, fingers stroking her sex and pinching her nipples.
She was ok with marrying Elsa if that’s what it took. But she was also determined to get Elsa back in her life regardless of who she married (not that she wanted to marry anyone, even Elsa). She felt much more centered and balanced now that she had the semblance of a plan, and so she felt entitled to a nice hot sexy fantasy session with Dream Elsa as her husband.
Her fingers stroked and pinched and soothed as her imagination ran wild with all the implications of marrying Elsa. Especially the wedding night.
She again had shattering orgasms thanks to the visions of Elsa as her husband. If nothing else, this spell, or whatever, was definitely worth it for the orgasms, even if they were only self-administered.
As she recovered, she considered what it would really be like to lick and suck and touch Elsa.
It was starting to feel not so weird.
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The final day of her restriction passed and the guard Ole opened her door and asked her if she needed anything.
“No thank you, Ole. I’m going to go visit Elsa’s door.” She said.
Ole looked a combination of surprised and sad about the statement. Everyone in the castle knew about Elsa’s confinement, and just about everyone knew about Anna’s visits, but being told about them so blithely was apparently off-putting. “Yes Princess. I will be returning to the guard barracks. Send word if you need anything.”
“I will,” she waved as she skipped away, heading quickly over to Elsa’s.
The door was the same. According to the passing staff, Elsa was in her room. Even if Elsa wouldn’t see her, she at least was certain that her voice would reach Elsa.
She sat down at the door. “Elsa. Good morning. Oh, I have so much to talk about.”
Anna regaled her sister for hours about her week in her room.
“…and that brings us up to this morning, when I finally was released from my imprisonment. And that’s the tale of my week in my room.” Elsa hadn’t said anything the entire time Anna was speaking, but she heard Elsa moving around a few times so she knew she was in there. Anna assumed Elsa as sitting on the floor on the other side of the door. She hoped she was.
“Elsa? I need to talk to you about my dreams” Anna took a deep breath. She hoped Elsa had read her letters. “I assume you read my letters. I hope you did. Anyway, the…events in my dreams. If they were to…come to pass in real life. I think that I could be happy. Like that, I mean. If what happened in my dreams were to happen in real life, I would be happy.” She blew out a breath she had t realized she had been holding. “I don’t know what you think, or how any of it would be possible, but I need you in my life, Elsa. However I can have you, I need you. I can’t…marry some princeling and never see you again, even if it for the good of the realm. I can’t do it, and I have no idea how I’m going to avoid it, especially if Poppa wants to present me for sale to a bunch of foreign nobles. But I’m going crazy now without you, and you’re only on the other side of the door. If I have to go away, I’ll never make it. I need you, Elsa.” A single tear rolled down a cheek as she talked.
She sniffles a bit. “Okay. I’m gonna go before you yell at me. But one more thing, Elsa.” She took a deep breath. “ I will keep you. I will take you and I will have you. I love you, Elsa. I’ll talk to you tomorrow. “.
She stood up, her legs protesting a bit from being in one position so long. As she turned to go, she swore she could hear a sniffle from the other side of the door. She was pretty sure Elsa was crying. She made Elsa cry, again.
She really needed to figure all this out. She needed to talk to Kai.
Chapter 3: Just Them Now
Summary:
When it's only Anna and Elsa left, it has to be the two of them together
Chapter Text
Talking to Kai turned out to be the right thing. He knew nothing about magic, but he knew a man. That man knew a man, and that man knew a man who had retired from the guard who said he was “present during the magic troubles” in the palace.
Anna disguised herself and went into town to find the man. The other man said he frequents this one tavern where he tends to drink his worries away.
Anna found the man, and after a harrowing time trying to ply him with drink enough to talk about the magic, but not so much drink he became violent or incoherent, she heard his tale. It was an eye-opening tale, to say the least. Apparently, someone at the castle had dabbled with magic and someone had gotten hurt. A child. An expedition to the magic lands had occurred, and everything had worked out. But it was touch and go for a while, from what he heard. And the trip, while not difficult in and of itself, was to an adjacent area of the kingdom where…creatures lived who knew of magic, and cured the child for a price.
So now she needed to find the adjacent area with the magic creatures.
Her circumspect investigations in the library were not as subtle as she hoped, and the librarian eventually asked her why she wanted to know about magic creatures. She stumbled, but eventually explained that it was for a story she was reading, given to her by the recent ambassador’s entourage when they visited. The story had magic creatures in the jungle. She wanted to know about magic creatures around Arendale.
That how she found out about the legends of the trolls.
After further research, she knew she had to go see the trolls. So she set off one day on her horse for “a day of riding in the forest”. She was cautioned to check in with the patrols periodically and let go out into the countryside. She cantered away from the castle toward the well-worn trails, and once beyond sight, galloped off in the direction of the Valley
It was a good few hours of galloping and cooling down and galloping again until she found herself in a valley filled with large round rocks.
She wandered quite a while before she noticed that the rocks were wiggling back and forth. She turned around in a circle when she realized she was surrounded. Her breath was coming quickly as her stress and fear rose. She called out. “Hello? I’m looking for magic creatures! The Trolls! I have questions about magic spells!”
The one round rock unfurled itself into a small round thick creature with big eyes who stared at her. She stared back at the…rock…creature…troll?
“Hello dearie!” The creature said excitedly. “What sort of questions would a human like you have for us?” The creature smiled (smiled? Anna thought I’d was a smile), and held her (her?) arms out wide.
Anna blinked. Blinked again. Okay, so I guess she was actually doing this. “Umm, I think I’m under a spell. Or-or, umm, how does one determine if one is under a spell?” More of the rocks unfolded, staring at her. “Cause I think I might be under…a…umm, a spell…” the creatures surrounding her were all staring at various parts of her in a disconcerting manner.
“A spell? Oh, if it’s a spell you will need GranPabbie. Do you need help with your love?” All of the other unfurled creatures crowded about her, exclaiming about love and how they could help. “Yes, love! We can help!! We are love experts! Your love will flourish!”
Anna was a little intimidated by the enthusiasm, and tried in vain to explain that she needed help with a spell, but the creatures spoke over her and decorated her with pebbles and grasses, declaring her beautiful and sure to attract her love.
Anna was confused and off balance, ready to try to explain once more why she was here, when suddenly a different round rock rolled up to her and unfurled itself. A different creature, decorated with moss and a necklace of colored stones, stared at her for a moment and then addressed the others.
“Excellent work, everyone. I will speak to this human and see if there is anything else it needs. Thank you all for your efforts.” He winked at Anna.
The initial creature smiled at her before leaving. “GranPabbie will take good care of you. Good luck with your love.” She rolled away.
The necklaced creature turned to her. “I apologize for my people. We are very enthusiastic about love. I understand you have questions about magic?”
Anna removed the makeshift hat she was wearing. “Um, yes, um, oh great and honorable GranPabbie, your magicness.”
He laughed, “Great and honorable? High praise indeed from a Princess of Arendale. There is no need for formalities like that, Princess Anna. I have known you for quite some time. You may call me Pabbie.” He smiled kindly.
Anna was confused. “You know me? I’m sorry I don’t remember you. When did we meet?”
Pabbie sighed. “I apologize again. Thinking on it, I am sure you don’t remember meeting with me. You were pretty injured when your parents came here with you. I don’t recall if you regained consciousness while here or later at home. I suppose it must have been at home.”
“No matter. It’s immaterial. Suffice it to say you are welcome here, you and any of your family. We are honored by your visit. You have questions about magic? I will do my best to help.”
Anna was perplexed. She had been here before? And injured? There was a story there, but she needed to concentrate on her main objective. “Um, yes. I have questions about magic. How would one determine if one were under a spell or not?”
Pabbie looked at her, concerned. He hesitated, and then spoke. “If one were under an actual spell, it probably depends on the parameters of the spell. If I was under a spell to enjoy the sun and the rocks, I would probably never notice as I enjoy those things regardless. If I were under a spell to hate and attack my fellow Trolls, I would notice right away. It depends on the effects of the spell.”
Anna was disappointed. “What if you were under a love spell?”
Pabbie grinned. “You would probably laugh, as love spells don’t work. Love is a magic all its own, not subject to other magic. You can’t spell someone to fall in love with you. It will fizzle out, with no effect.”
Anna was disappointed again. “So the weird urges I feel aren’t magic? They don’t seem to make sense. What could they be if not magic?”
Pabbie held up his rough stony hands. “It sounds like something unknown. And it may be some other variety of magic spell. If it’s ok with you I will check you over. Would that be ok?”
Anna sighed with relief. “Oh, yes. That would be wonderful. Thank you.”
Pabbie smiled. “So, what is happening to make you think magic is involved?”
Anna blushed. “Um, it’s…difficult to explain. Can you just check me for everything?”
Pabbie looked puzzled. “I could, but without specific information I could easily miss it. It’s better if I know exactly what’s going on.”
Anna blushed again. She didn’t expect to have to say the words out loud. “Huh. Okay. Well, like I said, it’s difficult to explain. Um, I suppose if you know me then you know my parents and my…sister, Princess Elsa.”
Pabbie smiled. “I do indeed. Your sister is a wonderful human. I hope she is doing well. And your parents as well.”
Anna filed that away for the longer conversation to follow. She steeled her nerves to explain what was happening. “Okay. So, you know that Elsa and I are…sisters.” It still felt wrong to say that. “Sisters are…siblings. And therefore, are not usually married. But for some reason I have been dreaming about…marrying Elsa.” Anna blushed deeper. Her face felt like it was on fire. She didn’t dream about ONLY marrying Elsa. She wondered if she could gloss over the more prurient parts of her dreams.
“And don’t get me wrong, I love Elsa. But I shouldn’t love her like I would marry her. It’s…weird. To be dreaming of marrying my sister.” And touching and kissing and licking her sister…oh, god, the thoughts were getting her excited.
Pabbie looked confused. “You love Elsa? But you don’t love her to marry her? I’m sorry I’m confused. How does one love but not love?”
Anna paused. Apparently, Trolls were much different from humans. “Um, I guess it’s a matter of scale. There is love between family…siblings. And love between friends. And love between married spouses.”
Pabbie still looked confused. “And these are different loves? No wonder humans are confused.” He shook his head. “Regardless. You feel love for Elsa. But you don’t want to marry Elsa. But you may be under a spell that makes you dream of marrying Elsa. Very well. Let me see what I can see.” He took a translucent stone and looked through it at her , moving the stone up and down over her body. He spent an embarrassing amount of time at her breast and crotch. Her face flamed again with blushing, but she endured. Her fingers and palms were subject to the same scrutiny. He proceeded up her face, asking her to open her mouth. Again, he spent quite some time looking at her tongue. She couldn’t help thinking of all the things she dreamed of doing with Elsa with her fingers, palms, tongue, breasts, and, well, crotch. Crotch area. The, the general area of her crotch and the specific parts of her body that occupied those areas. Oh god she was thinking of Elsa. This was so embarrassing.
He reached the corner of her forehead and stopped. Looking through his stone, her moved her hair around with his stubby stone fingers.
He dropped the translucent stone back into a pouch. Stepping back, he nodded his head and looked up at her. “There is residual magic left at your injury site. I think it is affecting your dreams. I can try to adjust it or remove it, but there may be side effects from your previous treatment. “
Anna looked at him. “Yes, that. Let’s speak of that. What previous treatment. When was I here before? Why don’t I know you if I’ve been here before?”
He looked puzzled. “Your parents haven’t told you of your injury? Are you not grown? It is difficult to tell with humans, but I thought you were a grown human. You came here alone, correct? Would you be permitted out alone if you were not grown? I am confused.”
Anna nodded her head. “I am grown. I came here alone. I don’t know why my parents kept this from me but I ask you now to speak of this injury. Please.”
Pabbie muddled it over a bit. “You seem grown. You came here alone as a grown human. There is no reason to keep this from you. Hmmm. It is strange. I think I must inform you.”
Pabbie proceeded to explain about Elsa’s ice magic. How he removed the magic from a young human’s memory so her head could recover, expecting the memory to be suppressed until maturity to not interfere with growth and development. But he didn’t expect it to last so long.
He explained about Elsa’s magic. How Anna was injured. How Elsa was so upset, even though he tried to comfort her. Anna listened raptly. This made so much sense now.
Pabbie told her he could change the residual magic to alleviate the compulsions, but not remove it entirely. Like her one pale hair lock, apparently the residual magic is part of her now. Anna supposes she will see how effective the change is tonight and tomorrow morning. She also needs to think on her current predicament, and Elsa’s predicament. She knew it wasn’t Elsa’s fault. Elsa loved her-she would never hurt her intentionally.
She made it back to the castle barely before sundown. There were inquiries as to her trip, but she successfully deflected them. She technically WAS riding all day, except for the time she spent with the trolls.
The dreams that night were different, not so frenzied. Anna walked into the throne room; Elsa was on the throne, looking gorgeous. Anna smiled at her. Elsa stood up and descended the couple steps to stand in front of her. She took Anna’s hands in hers. “I love you, Anna. I always have. I hope you feel the same.”
Anna smiled. “I love you too. Elsa, you’re everything to me. I love you so much.”
Elsa pressed her lips gently to Anna’s own. The kiss was sweet and soft, loving and slow. Anna felt the deep love behind it from Elsa, but her body wasn’t on fire with lust.
Elsa pulled away, her eyes soft and caring. “Would you keep me, Anna?”
Anna considered the question. Elsa was her sister. Why would she marry Elsa? “Elsa, I’m confused. Aren’t I your sister? How would we marry? If I did keep you, if I wanted to take you and have you, how could we do that? We’re sisters, aren’t we? How are we to marry?”
Elsa held her close, her forehead against Anna’s. She sighed. “I don’t know. It may not be possible. But the question is, would you? Do you want to be with me as my wife? Regardless of reality, regardless of the realm, what do YOU want, Anna?”
Anna paused, with a pained expression. “I think I want YOU, Elsa. I want you in my life as it used to be. We did everything together, and ever since the accident you have been locked away from me. I can’t live like this, especially knowing that the accident was AN ACCIDENT. You were eight years old, Elsa, and I wasn’t paying attention. I was going to fall. You tried to save me. It was my fault if it was anyone’s, but I can’t blame myself either because I was FIVE YEARS OLD. Accidents happen, Elsa. And this accident was never your fault even though you have been paying for it ever since.”
Anna took a deep breath. “I love you, Elsa. If there is a way to have you in my life without marrying you, I would choose that. You deserve to be happy with a husband of your own, as do I, even if I can’t see being happy with any husband. But if I need to marry you to keep you, then…” she breathed deeply. This moment seemed portentous, and she felt the impact of her words on her own mind as well as in Dream Elsa. “I will keep you, Elsa. I will take you and I will have you. I love you beyond reason, and you are the most important person in my life. You have been locked away and left alone. That’s wrong. I’m going to show you what life can be like again, with me. I love you, Elsa.”
She kissed Dream Elsa. She tried to convey all of the love and peace and joy she felt when she was with Elsa. She didn’t know if she succeeded, but she fell out of the dream and woke up feeling, not incredibly aroused as she had been feeling each day previous, but as if she were cocooned in love. She loved her sister Elsa, and the love she felt warmed her and let her feel a bliss that she hadn’t realized she had been missing.
After a few minutes of joyful peace, reveling in the feeling of love she felt, she considered starting her day. All the days previous to this, she woke up so incredibly horny she couldn’t help but touch herself until multiple shattering orgasms ripped through her. She didn’t feel the urgency this morning, but she had some time, and it was probably a good idea to test how her body reacted now that the residual magic from her accident had been dealt with. Her dreams were already less strident and overtly sexual; how would masturbation change now that the residual magic was different? She thought she should find out.
Her hands slowly roamed over her body. Pinching a nipple and sliding under her sleeping gown to her pussy, she slowly and gently stroked herself. Her thoughts turned to some of the guards. There were some guards who were widely considered very handsome. She imagined herself with one, dancing close and being held in his arms. Kissing him. Feeling his strong hands on her skin. Feeling his lips as he kissed her. Oh, yes, this was nice.
Her strokes increased in force and speed. A single finger circled her tight hole, teasing. Her palm rubbed at her clit while her other hand roamed over her tits, rubbing and pinching nipples. She was progressing along the road toward an orgasm. It felt so good.
She kept at it, imagining the handsome guard and herself naked and writhing in her bed, her eyes closed and her breathing going faster and faster.
Her mind drifted with her fantasy. The guard was very handsome. He would make an excellent husband. She was close now, envisioning herself under him, and over him, pleasures of the flesh in a marriage bed. She could tell it would be soon. Oh, her fingers felt so good. In and out, sliding so easily. Her stiff clit rubbing back and forth under her palm. Yes, her husband in bed with her. Laying with her, fucking her, it was so good. Her wonderful husband. She loved her husband so much. And she felt so good. Her husband took great care of her, always driving her to orgasm, never skimping on her pleasure.
She knew Elsa loved her. She could feel it every time they were in bed together. Her husband Elsa was soooo good, so big inside her. It felt amazing, and she felt her body snap and spasm under her fingers, her sister’s name on her lips like a whispered mantra. “Oh, Elsa. Oh yes, oh that feels so good. Yes, baby, right there. Fuck me right there, Elsa. Fuck me until I come all over your big hard dick, my wonderful husband. Ooooooohhhhh, Eeeelllllssssaaaaa….”
She felt the thrusts of her orgasms jump through her as she imagined her sister behind her, thrusting into her, fucking her with abandon until she came, and then laying on top of her back, enveloping her in Elsa love. Nibbling an ear and whispering, “I love you, Anna. I love you, my wonderful wife.”
Wow. Okay.
So, she recovered from a powerful orgasm as she realized what had happened. That handsome guard at some point transformed into her sister. And when she imagined her sister in bed with her, the arousal and pleasure ramped up significantly. That was a powerful set of orgasms, maybe not the devastating orgasms she had the last few days, but definitely more powerful than the standard orgasms she routinely achieved previously from touching herself.
So she still fantasized about Elsa. And still got a serious boost to her arousal when she did.
The residual magic may have been dealt with to the point where it’s not preventing alternate fantasies, or penalizing Anna for fantasizing about people other than Elsa, but it’s DEFINITELY rewarding her when she DOES fantasize about her sister.
Anna loves Elsa. Anna is willing to marry Elsa to keep Elsa in her life. If sex with Elsa is half as good as fantasy sex with Elsa is, Anna will be happy to bed her sister, the laws of gods and men be damned.
She stood up to use her bathroom and go about her day.
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This day turned out to be an interesting day. Anna had planned to take today to figure out what to say to Elsa about what she knew, about the magic in her head, and about her dreams. She needed to visit Elsa’s door, but hadn’t determined what to say or how to say it.
But all of that got derailed anyway.
Her parents were taking a trip. Both of them. They were leaving Elsa technically in charge of the kingdom (Kai and the Council would make sure things went smoothly), and they would be back after about a week.
They told Anna that she didn’t have any official duties (which made Anna happy), and they told her she should leave Elsa alone as Elsa DID have official duties (which made Anna angry). Anna kept her temper, only betraying her feelings by her facial expression. Her father still seemed generally angry and her mother still seemed generally scared. Anna supposed she could guess why, if Elsa was STILL locked away from everyone in the mistaken belief that she was a danger to people. Anna knew this was horse manure-Elsa spent years of their childhood with Anna with perfect control of her powers. Any loss of control was BECAUSE she was locked away; everything her parents believed to be true was actually the other way around. But it was fruitless to argue with her parents. Anna would deal directly with Elsa. And a period without her parents around was the perfect time to deal with Elsa.
Three days later, Anna had been to Elsa’s door multiple times without broaching the subject. It turns out, bringing up a traumatic incident from the past is difficult. Anna chickened out.
She told Elsa’s door about her day, and the strange things she thought about, and the one-sided conversations she had with the paintings in the castle. She told Elsa of her dreams, how they kissed and were married, and told Elsa how much she loved her. And she ended each conversation with the same declaration to keep, take, and have Elsa.
Ok, Elsa didn’t reply. But Anna could hear her moving against the door. Anna hoped she was sitting against the door like Anna was, just on the other side. Listening to her beloved sister tell her all about the day, and the dreams, and the love. Anna hoped.
When word came of their parents’ ship going down in a storm, Anna felt like she had been hit by a shovel.
There were official duties, for everyone, but especially for Elsa. There were ceremonies, and investitures of regent councils, and documents of inheritance and designation of heirs, and declarations, to have written and pronounced to the kingdom. Anna was kept busy. Elsa was to be the Queen Designate and Anna was the Crown Princess. Every time she had a free section in her day, she went to Elsa’s door only to be told that the princess was elsewhere tending to official duties. It ended up a week until things started to calm down enough that Elsa had any time to remain in her room, still locked away. And then the memorial service happened.
Elsa wasn’t at the official public service; word was that she was too emotionally overwhelmed to be seen in public. Anna attended in a haze of numbing shock and grief. She knew the real reason Elsa wasn’t there. This news probably made Elsa spiral into a loss of control. Anna raged against fate that took her parents from her and further injured her loving sister’s mental state.
Anna finally came to Elsa’s door at a time when the guard assured her that Elsa was in. She sat at the door, explaining at length about her duties during this transition time. She spoke about the memorial service, and the council and the regent duties and Elsa’s duties and how difficult it must be to be thrust into this role with no preparation. She sympathized with Elsa.
She also broached the subject of the Accident, and how Anna knew about everything. “I understand how you feel, Elsa. You think it was your fault. But I know it wasn’t. I was five, and was excited by the magic. So, I was reckless. I was going to fall, Elsa. You tried to save me. If I wasn’t falling your magic never would have hit my head. You weren’t careless, or reckless, or out of control. Or whatever you’ve been telling yourself for all these years. You were eight. And I was five. And I was going too fast, going too high, and not paying attention to the danger. Like a five-year-old would. You were trying your best to get me to stop while also trying to make sure I would be ok and to get me down. Like an eight-year-old would. It was AN ACCIDENT. And I know you think you’re dangerous, and you can’t be around people, but you will be queen. You can’t rule from your room, no matter how much you think you must. “
Anna sighed. “You think you are dangerous. Well, technically, you are. We all are. I ride a bicycle down the stairs. Do you have any idea what would happen to a maid or a page if they stepped in front of the stairs when I was coming down? They could get seriously hurt. Which is why I am as in control as I can be, and I ACCEPT that other people are also responsible for their own well-being. The maids and pages know that I ride my bicycle through the halls. They all keep an ear out for me, and they are careful around the stairs. As they should be.
You had control of your magic when we were children. You can have control of it again, and you will. But it starts with accepting that other people have a responsibility around you for their own well-being. And it especially starts with opening this door. I love you Elsa, but this door can’t stay locked. I need you. I’ve been at this door for ten years and I’m done. There’s no reason to keep this door closed. No reason at all now, now that I know. Open the door and we can work on things together. We can figure it all out. Because otherwise I’m all alone. Momma and Poppa are g-“, she choked on the word.
She took a deep breath, trying to calm her mind. “Momma and Poppa are gone. They’re gone. It’s just us left Elsa. And no matter what you think, neither of us is alone. We have each other. But we need to help each other. I need your help, Elsa. I feel like the cornerstones of my life have been dissolved and I’m falling without any chance of landing, just falling all the time. “ Anna felt the tears drop onto her cheeks. “I need you, Elsa. And I know you need me. So open the door.”
Anna felt like she was choking, the grief and frustration pressing in on her. She stared at the door, willing the door to open.
The door clicked, unlocking. Anna was stunned.
“Anna, I can’t open this door tonight. I can’t…can’t bring myself to do it, to put you in danger. You ARE in danger with me, whether you think so or not. I love you, Anna. I love you and I WILL be with you again, just-“ Anna heard the sadness in Elsa’s voice, the hitching as she tried to keep her composure. “Just not today. I can’t. I need you to go away from me today. Please, Anna. I don’t want to hurt you. You need to go away. Please go away. “. Elsa’s sounded so broken.
Anna twisted the handle of the door, pushing it open just a bit. She slid her hand in the gap, holding it up inside the room in supplication. “I’m going, Elsa. I’ll be back, and this door will open all the way, and you will hold me in your arms again. We will be together again and we will work together to figure this out. YOU never hurt me, Elsa. It was an accident. You COULD never hurt me because you love me. And I love you. We are bound together by your magic, but even before the accident we were bound together by our love. “
Anna felt shaky fingers wrapped in a glove slide over her upright palm. Spreading her fingers out, she felt Elsa entwine her own fingers with Anna’s, holding her hand. She felt her heart soar at the sensation! Elsa was touching her! This was huge. This was everything.
“I love you, Anna. I will keep you. I will take you, and I will have you. Forsaking all others, and cleaving to you from now until Redemption. I am yours. “ Anna barely heard the whispered words from inside the room. She recognized the words from the story, but the ending was different. It sounded portentous, and she determined to remember it to review later.
She squeezed Elsa’s have in hers. “I will keep you, Elsa. I will take you and I will have you. And…and…uh, the forsaking part, and redemption, and cleaving. All of it, Elsa. All of it for you. I’m yours.” She heard Elsa sigh.
Elsa’s fingers retreated from her hand. Anna started to withdraw her hand when the door suddenly swung open fully. Elsa stared at her, smiling, with tears in her eyes. She was seeing her sister with nothing but air between them. Elsa looked amazing, and awful. So beautiful, so incredibly sexy, and yet Anna’s heart almost broke from the way Elsa’s tears made her look so sad and so injured. Anna barely held herself back from rushing in to hold Elsa.
On the edge of her vision, Anna noticed the ice coating every surface in the room, and the snow drifting in the air. Elsa really didn’t control her power. Hardly a surprise when she had been afraid of it for ten years now.
Anna smiled back at her and blew a kiss to her. Elsa’s smile grew larger. “Tomorrow?” Elsa asked.
“Tomorrow for sure.” replied Anna. “I love you. I always have and I always will. It wasn’t your fault. We will fix this together.”
Elsa smiled as she closed the door. Anna knows now, Elsa thought. Anna knows and she didn’t hate her. Maybe this could actually work.
Chapter 4: Does She Want to Marry?
Summary:
Forsaking and cleaving and redemption, oh my!
Chapter Text
Anna dealt with new duties of the designated Crown Princess as best she could. It was all new to her; she had lived her life so far as “the spare”, expected to marry well to improve the lot of the realm, and not much else. Elsa had the training. Elsa was the heir. And now Elsa was to be queen in three years.
And Elsa was still hiding in her room.
Anna understood; a decade of trauma doesn’t just evaporate. She’s living proof-her life still revolves around Elsa, just as it has for as long as she could remember. Being deprived of Elsa really is the single worst thing to have ever happened to her, and she can only imagine what Elsa had been through. What Elsa has seen, and done, and endured. All to keep people safe. All to keep Anna safe.
It would be heroically admirable if it wasn’t so horrible and sad.
Anna lived her day, duties and schedules and lessons as the Heir. It was all very complicated, but she knew she needed the information if she was to be any help to Elsa. If Elsa was to be her husband, she would need to be useful as a wife, and also as a diplomat and noble within the life of the Court.
Husband. It was a strange thing to think. But it felt right, the more she thought about it.
Yesterday she had consulted the researchers in the library for the reference Elsa made to forsaking and cleaving and redemption. She had couched the inquiry as a form of curiosity, saying she had come across the concept in a book.
“Yes, Your Highness. The story of The Reluctant Groom. I remember it.” The librarian said.
“Almost. I recently read The Reluctant Groom. The text is close, but there’s nothing about forsaking or redemption. Is there a different story that has a different phrasing for that quote.?” Anna tapped her finger against her thigh.
“Hmmm. Forsaking and redemption. Umm, maybe. Wait here one minute; I’ll be right back.” The librarian left her by the table.
Anna looked around. All these books. She wondered if Elsa had read all of them.
“Here we go.”, the librarian returned with a thick book with a dull tan cover. “Ceremonies and Rituals of Ancient Arendale. ‘I will keep you. I will take you and I will have you, forsaking all others, cleaving to you from now until Redemption. I am yours.’ Ancient marriage vows from before the Reformation. Obviously, they have changed to the current ‘love, honor, and cherish’ of the modern vows. But at one time they were the commonly used vows for marriage. You must have been reading a very old story, or the author did a great job of researching old rituals. Is this what you needed?”
Anna felt a little wobbly. Ancient marriage vows? Did she marry Elsa last night?
Wait, she wasn’t familiar with the wording. She didn’t say the vows the right way, so she can’t be married.
But Elsa said the vows the right way. Did Elsa mean to marry her? What’s happening?
“Would it be ok to borrow this text for a few days?” She asked the librarian.
“Um, your highness, these are all your family’s books. You may do whatever you like with them, subject to oversight by the queen.” The librarian gave her a puzzled look.
“Oh. Right. How silly. Well then. I’m going to take this book for now. I’ll return it later.” Anna picked up the heavy book. It was dusty.
“Very well your highness. Is there anything else I can help you with?” The librarian retreated into standard behaviors.
“No thank you. I appreciate your assistance. Good day. “
“Good day, your highness.” the librarian replied as Anna walked away.
Anna poured over the wedding ritual in her room. It was the words Elsa had used. So…Elsa was marrying her? Did Elsa intend to marry her? It seemed to Anna that the specific wording of these vows was esoteric; Elsa would not have said these words by random.
Elsa meant to marry Anna. Did Anna want to marry Elsa? Difficult question. Her libido certainly did-she had a toe-curling orgasm this morning imagining Elsa as her husband. Elsa holding her and kissing her and…and…and-
She needed to stop. She was getting flustered all over again from remembering this morning. Elsa as her husband was a very arousing thought.
Maybe Elsa really did want to marry Anna.
Would Anna be able to handle marrying her sister beyond the wedding night? Anna knew in her bones she would marry Elsa for the wedding night. God the thought of being with Elsa romantically (sexually) was so enticing.
Anna really did need to see Elsa again today. But she knew Elsa was all scheduled up until later, and she wouldn’t see her until afternoon.
What would Elsa do if Anna talked to her about the Ancient Rituals book? Would Elsa acknowledge the fact that they were reciting wedding vows?
Anna realized she did indeed want Elsa as her husband. She had no idea how it would work, but she wanted it.
Elsa was everything. She really was. And the thought of being “presented “ made her skin crawl. Actually, the thought of being romantic with anyone else but her sister made her skin crawl a bit. But Elsa…
Being with Elsa seemed to just feel right. Being married to Elsa seemed to feel right, no matter how weird it sounded.
So Anna wanted to marry Elsa. She did. She wanted the wedding night, and every night after that.
Holy shit. Anna wanted to marry Elsa.
Ok. Ok. Anna could get used to this idea. Especially as it felt so right.
Anna geared herself up for the afternoon visit to Elsa. This was supposed to be it. She hoped Elsa could open the door and let her in. It would be a huge step, but it seemed just one tiny step in everything to come.
She and Elsa needed to go all through their relationship issues, deal with Elsa’s traumatic seclusion and her re-integration to public life, and prepare for Elsa’s coronation as queen and her own future as the official Crown Princess.
And, uh, marrying Elsa?
Hmm. And she was back at the beginning. She and Elsa would be married. Wouldn’t they? Could they, even? She thought so. Elsa was reciting marriage vows the last time they spoke. And she herself was prepared to speak the vows. What would it mean?
She guessed it didn’t matter what it meant overall, if Elsa couldn’t open the door. So, first things first.
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Anna took a deep breath as she stopped in front of Elsa’s door that evening. She knew Elsa was here. It was a matter of whether Elsa would open the door.
Here goes everything, Anna thought.
Knocking on the door, Anna gently called out, trying to convey through her tone of voice how much she loved Elsa.
“Elsa, it’s Anna. I have so much to tell you today. Please open the door and talk to me.”
Anna started in shock as the door opened. Elsa looked at her, an expression of terror on her face. “Hello Anna,” she said, “I’d…I’d love to hear about…your day.” She smiled at Anna as if the change in facial expression was the most strenuous activity she had ever done.
Anna smiled back at her. She had opened the door. They were on their way.
Anna sat down in the hallway in front of the open door, facing Elsa. Elsa did the same. Anna started to talk about the various funny and strange things she did that day, and Elsa listened with joy and fascination. Her sister Anna, her love, was here talking and joking and she hadn’t lost control, hadn’t hurt anyone. It was really nice, and Elsa was so relieved.
She was also enraptured. Seeing Anna’s face and her expressions as she explained the crazy things she experienced just today made Elsa giggle along.
Elsa was smiling and giggling. Anna smiled at the idea, so thrilled at the development. Anna could see the next few weeks of progress laid out before her. This would work. Elsa would be ok and they could work on her control together. By the time Elsa was old enough to be crowned, everything would be better, be solved, and Elsa would be the single best monarch Arendale has ever had. A Queen with ice powers? Arendale would be the best place to live; safe, prosperous, and fun.
Elsa and Anna came to a natural stopping point. They stared at each other. “I love you, Elsa. We are going to figure all this out together. It might take some time, and eventually I will probably need to actually enter your room, but we will figure it out. We’re going to be ok. Momma and Poppa are gone, but I have you and you have me.”
Anna held out her upright hand, crossing over the boundary of the doorway. Hesitantly, Elsa threaded her gloved fingers in between Anna’s, gripping her hand.
Anna looked directly into Elsa’s eyes. “I swear to you I will work with you every day to make things better. To make things the way they used to be, and even better. I love you, Elsa. I always have.” Elsa’s smile was so wide and bright that Anna almost couldn’t breathe.
Their hands were still linked, one palm to the other. “One other thing, Elsa.” Anna swallowed. This part still made her a little nervous, but she would push through for Elsa’s sake. “I will keep you. I will take you and I will have you, forsaking all others, cleaving to you from now until Redemption. I am yours. Husband. If you will have me, I mean.” Elsa looked a little stunned. “ I looked it up. There was a book in the library. I made sure to memorize the correct words this time. I love you Elsa, and if you will have me, I will vow to be yours.” Anna gulped nervously. She really hoped Elsa said something soon.
Elsa stared at her. “Ceremonies and Rituals of Ancient Arendale. I read it long ago, but I always remembered the words because they were so romantic. When you told me about your dreams, and told me the first half of the vows, I knew something would happen. The idea of you being presented made me sick. I couldn’t sleep the first night you told me about the dream. I was so sad because I was convinced I wouldn’t be able to rescue you from the court.” Elsa had tears in her eyes. Anna squeezed her hand where their fingers were still linked. “When you told me the dream the second time, when I rescued you and Poppa asked me the questions and I answered? It gave me hope, Anna. It gave me hope that I could rescue you. That I could be with you like we were. That I could finally get control of myself and this cursed power and maybe, just maybe, I could live a life with you in it.” Tears fell freely down Elsa’s cheeks. “I love you, Anna. I always have. I’m so sorry I couldn’t control myself for you, and that I needed to be separated from you. Honestly, I still don’t have control of myself. This is the most I have held anyone other than Momma or Poppa since I separated from you. You’re the only person I touch now. Only you, Anna, and I’m still terrified of hurting you, but I’m also going to do whatever I need to do to be with you, to live with you and love you.” Elsa sniffed, smiling with shining eyes. Anna was also a mess of tears and smiles.
Elsa squeezed their linked hands. “I love you, Anna. I will keep you. I will take you and I will have you, forsaking all others, cleaving to you from now until Redemption. I am yours. Wife. If you’ll have me.”
Anna smiled even more at Elsa as she recited the vows. Squeezing her sister’s hand once more, she slowly twisted her hand so Elsa’s glove faced her. She lowered her mouth and kissed the back of Elsa’s gloved hand.
“I will have you. Husband. I love you, Elsa.”
Elsa’s heart was beating so fast and so hard, she was so scared of losing control but Anna made everything better. Anna released her hand. Dropping her arm back to her side, she bowed to Elsa.
“Until tomorrow, Husband. I will dream of you tonight.”
“Until tomorrow, Wife. I look forward to the description of the dream.” Elsa slowly closed the door between them. “I love you.” She held her hand up to her side of the door.
“ I know. I love you too, Elsa.”, she heard quietly through the door.
Chapter 5: None of This is Normal
Summary:
Anna and Elsa work through some issues, and Elsa takes Anna on a roller coaster ride. Anna is not appreciative.
Chapter Text
Over the next months, Anna and Elsa slowly opened up to each other. Each day after duties Anna would come to Elsa’s door. Elsa eventually would have it open before Anna even arrived, disliking the idea that the door might keep them separate. She toyed with the idea of having the door removed, but the guard captain almost fainted at the idea so she dropped it.
Eventually, Anna and she started talking inside her room,
There were setbacks. The first time Anna hugged Elsa, the entire room except Anna froze with a thick coating of ice. Elsa was certain she had hurt Anna, and started crying and begging for it to not be true, until Anna showed her that she was fine. There was a snowflake-shaped clear area on the floor around them, and Anna was warm and fine even though Elsa’s ice was inches thick everywhere else. That’s how they found out that Elsa couldn’t hurt Anna. Something within her simply refused to injure Anna, and Elsa was so relieved.
Anna was smug as she explained that of course she was immune; love wouldn’t let any harm come to her. Elsa was never sure that was the case, and continued in her terror for some time.
Eventually Anna started prodding Elsa to work on her control. She had Elsa intentionally coat the room, and then struggle to will the ice away again. It was slow going for weeks, and Elsa was discouraged. Then one day when Elsa was struggling, Anna hugged her. Elsa, having hugged Anna every day since the first time, reveled in the warmth and love she felt. She closed her eyes, burying her nose in Anna’s fragrant hair and rubbing her face against Anna’s neck. At Anna’s prodding, she opened her eyes and looked at the room. It was devoid of any ice. Anna smiled down at her, crouched over as she was in Anna’s shoulder.
“Love thaws the ice, Elsa. The cold and dark of loneliness and despair have no power over love and the joy of partnership. You and me, Elsa. It’s you and me for the rest of our lives. I love you, Husband.” Anna kissed Elsa’s temple.
Elsa was stunned. The ice was gone. Just like that. Being with Anna had made the ice dissolve into vapor and then into the magic from whence it came. Elsa smiled. She squeezed Anna’s body closer to her own.
“Can we try that again?” Elsa grinned the grin of the Loved.
“Absolutely. Fire away, my love. Or, umm, ICE away, I guess.” Anna’s return smile held so much love it made Elsa dizzy to see it.
Elsa raised her hand, releasing her control on her magic. The magic raged and roared around them, as thick slabs of ice grew rapidly on every surface except for the snowflake pattern around Anna. And around her, as she was still hugging Anna.
Anna kissed her cheek, making Elsa blush. “Now let it evaporate.” She said, “Let your love for me and my love for you calm your magic and reassure it, allow it to return to you to be released again later. Your power is love, baby. Fear makes your power run wild because it’s trying to protect you. But you don’t need protection from me, never from me. And you don’t need protection from yourself either. I certainly don’t need protection from you-I already am protected BY you. So who is the enemy you fear so much? No one. No enemy here, no fear here; only love. I love you, Elsa. I always have. I always will. And I know you love me. So let it go. Let the magic come back to you. It’s not needed right now, so you can bring it back. You can do it Elsa. I know you can. Cause I love you and you love me.” She kissed Elsa’s cheek again, making the girl blush.
Elsa thought about what Anna said. She spent so much time afraid of hurting Anna. Now it turns out it’s not possible for her to hurt Anna. The magic must recognize some leftover magic from the accident, or else it just recognizes Elsa’s love for Anna. Regardless, she can’t hurt Anna with her power.
She can’t hurt Anna.
It’s impossible! It can’t be done!
She didn’t need to be afraid of herself. She could let go of the fear.
She looked into Anna’s beautiful eyes. “I can feel it. I’m calm and I can feel it. If I want to, I think I can draw it back.” She turned to Anna with excitement shining from her. “Anna! I think I can draw it back! I can feel it but it’s not running wild. It’s just waiting for me. I can…” Elsa looked around at the thick ice coating everything, and waved her hand around. The ice vaporized and gathered as she moved her hand. Elsa smiled as the power swirled. Looking up, Elsa gathered the vapor.
Smiling, she nudged Anna and gestured to the ceiling. As Anna watched, the vapor gathered and formed a giant heart on the ceiling, with an image of Anna’s face in the middle. Anna smiled at the image. The vapor image pulsed once and, with a quiet tinkling sound, it dispersed into nothing and winked out of existence.
Anna smiled at Elsa. “I knew you could do it. You’re so amazing. And that was a beautiful picture. If I didn’t know better, I would think you loved me. “ she teased.
Elsa hugged her tightly. “You know I do. I love you so much. You make me so happy. You’re the best thing I’ve ever encountered in my life.”
Anna nudged Elsa’s chin with her nose. “I love you too,
Husband.“ Anna pulled away for a moment, looking at Elsa. “I really want to kiss you. Would that be okay? I’ve wanted to for a long time. I haven’t pushed, but you’re really really pretty and I’m losing my ability to resist.”
“Oh, Anna, no! Not just a kiss, willy-nilly! It needs to be special. Our first kiss-it needs to be worthy of you.”
Elsa stepped back, holding Anna’s hands in her own.
“Anna. I will keep you. I will take you and I will have you, forsaking all others, cleaving to you from now until Redemption. I am yours, Wife.”
Anna smiled at her. They had exchanged vows almost every day when they parted. She cleared her throat.
“Elsa. I will keep you. I will take you and I will have you, forsaking all others, cleaving to you from now until Redemption. I am yours, Husband.”
Elsa smiled. “Well then. As Queen Regent of Arendale, I now pronounce us Husband and Wife. I may now kiss my bride.” She moved her face slowly toward Anna. Anna placed her palms gently on Elsa’s cheeks.
As their lips met, Anna groaned. The sound went right to the back of Elsa’s head, reacting with something primal. Elsa found herself holding Anna’s hips, pulling her closer, trying to get as close to Anna as she could.
Elsa realized that she wanted to meld into Anna, to become one being with Anna. To ALWAYS be close to Anna. She finally understood what all the stories had been talking about with their references to love and sex.
Kissing Anna was incredible. It made Elsa feel things she had never felt before. Elsa now knew why people wanted to have sex. Kissing Anna made Elsa think about undressing Anna, about seeing Anna’s skin, touching Anna’s skin, tasting Anna’s skin. Oh god. Elsa was going from a standing start to a full gallop.
Elsa stopped the kiss, backing up. “Wow. I’ve…never felt anything like that. Oh Anna, that was amazing. We should do that some more. “ she smiled at Anna.
Anna was panting. “We can do that as much as you like. That was everything I was hoping it would be and more.” Anna smiled at her. “You’re a really good kisser Elsa.”
Elsa brushed Anna’s fringe across her forehead. “So are you.” Both moved at the same time and their lips met in the middle.
Anna was unsure how much time passed as she kissed her sister, her husband. They were one and the same. She only knew that this, THIS was what her dreams had been referencing. She and Elsa were meant to be together, and whether it was due to the magic or not no longer mattered.
Anna would marry Elsa. She was certain of it.
Time passed as the sisters kissed. Eventually Elsa looked at Anna with a different sort of excitement in her eyes. Anna grinned at her. “What is it?” She teased.
Elsa vibrated with excitement. “I want to try again. I want to do the magic and pull it back again.”
Anna laughed at her. “Husband. It’s your magic. You can do it anytime you want. Whatever you like. Anytime.”
Elsa kissed her quickly once again. “I meant I want to do it for you. I want you to see. I want to show off for you.”
“You don’t ever have to ‘show off’ for me Elsa. I’m always impressed by you no matter what. But I would be thrilled to see your control again.”
Elsa bounced in excitement. “Okay. Okay. Watch this.”
Elsa swirled her hand and vapor trailed after it, coalescing into ice crystals that joined together. Anna watched, excited, as Elsa formed the ice into a figure.
The figure sharpened and Anna realized it was a model of her. An ice Anna stared at her with her face, smiling.
“That’s amazing Elsa. That looks just like me.”
“Well, not quite just like you. It’s a good likeness, but it doesn’t have your spark, your life, your fire. The thing that makes you distinctly Anna, that part of you that makes you so wonderful. But I’m glad you like it. “
Anna blushed at her husband’s compliments. “I do like it. It’s amazing and your control is incredible. You really have your powers finely handled. I know sculptors who would be jealous.”
Elsa stared at her. Anna was so amazing. Elsa was nervous for this next part, but she was determined to see it through. “I have made this statue so many times, Anna. Every once in a while, my powers would cooperate and I would make a statue of you. It was the closest I could get without endangering you. But I had to be careful about Poppa and Momma; Poppa didn’t like when I made statues of you. He thought it was dangerous for me to obsess about you.” Elsa sighed. “He was right. It is dangerous for me to obsess about you. Even if we get my powers under control, I’m your sister and I’m going to be Queen. We shouldn’t be together as husband and wife. It’s wrong, it’s short-sighted as far as the political future of the kingdom goes, and it’s not fair to you. You could meet someone normal. You could fall in love and marry and have a life. I can’t steal that from you. I love you, Anna, and I’ll always be grateful to you for your help with my powers, but I release you from any oaths you may have taken. You can be my sister. You don’t need to be my wife.”
Elsa met Anna’s gaze. The stormy look on Anna’s face made Elsa tremble. “Release me from my oaths. Meet someone else and fall in love. Are you out of your mind?” Anna grabbed her upper arms and shook her. “I MET SOMEONE. I AM IN LOVE. AND HOW DARE YOU RELEASE ME FROM MY OATHS? THOSE OATHS ARE MINE!!!” Elsa had never seen Anna so angry.
Anna shoved her a bit as she let her arms go. Anna started pacing back and forth in front of Elsa. “If you don’t want me to be your wife you just come out and say it. But don’t you dare pretend this is some obsession or , or, or, that I’m in some way unaware of what we are doing. I KNOW we are not normal. It’s not normal to fall in love with your own sister. But Elsa, WE. ARE. NOT. NORMAL.“ Anna punctuated each word by slapping her hand on Elsa’s desk. “It’s not normal to be locked away for a decade, struggling alone with a power that responds to your relationship with other people. It’s not normal to talk to a door cause you can’t see your favorite person face to face. It’s not normal to separate your children because of an accident when they were 8 and 5. NONE OF THIS IS NORMAL. It never will be. “ Anna gently palmed Elsa’s cheek. “I don’t want normal. I want you. I need you.” Anna kissed her as tears slowly slid down each of their cheeks. “Elsa, I will keep you. I will take you and I will have you, forsaking all others and cleaving you, from now until redemption. I am yours. “
Elsa burst into sobs. “Oh Anna. I love you.!“ Anna held her as she cried. Anna didn’t know what had caused Elsa to think about Anna leaving her, and would probably never know how much it hurt Elsa to ever say those words, but she knew in her bones that she and Elsa were meant to be together.
Chapter 6: Wedding Night Sexy Times
Summary:
Elsa's crisis of confidence has passed, and Anna wants to know about Elsa's dreams of a wedding night
Chapter Text
Crisis averted, Anna and Elsa continued working on Elsa’s control. The days and weeks progressed, with Elsa slowly gaining control when she was not tight in Anna’s arms, just standing randomly in the room, or sitting on the bed, or talking to Anna. They worked every evening, kissing and hugging between control attempts, and Elsa got better as her time with Anna increased. Day by day, evening by evening, the sisters worked together to convince Elsa’s magic that there was no danger to protect against, no threat and no fear.
And the hugging and kissing didn’t hurt. Elsa felt the delight and the primal sensations when they kissed, and often they lost track of time when they were in each other’s arms.
One evening, after they yet again had recited their wedding vows, the kissing slowly turned to tongues battling and breath panting and hands wandering and stroking and touching.
Elsa’s hands roamed over Anna’s body as they deepened the kiss. As her hands cupped Anna’s ass and pulled Anna closer, Anna broke the kiss in surprise.
“Elsa! Um, that’s going to the next step. Is…is that something you’re ready for? I mean, I’m ready if you are. I’ve been ready, for so long. But I don’t want you to do something because you think you need to. We don’t NEED to do anything.”
Elsa almost growled at her. “You’re wrong, Wife. I need to do this. I need to do this more than anything ever in my life. I need to do this more than I need air to breathe. Besides,” Elsa smiled at her. “It’s our wedding night. This is supposed to happen on our wedding night.” She kissed Anna again, grabbing her and pulling her tighter, closer, wanting to be one body with Anna; one mind and one body, feeling Anna with her always.
Anna melted into the kiss from Elsa. Time passed unnoticed by either sister, until finally Anna pulled away.
“I need to get this off. Help me get this off.” She struggled with the laces of her bodice, wriggling and pulling at the ties. Elsa helped her and soon the dress lay in a heap around Anna’s feet. Then down went her thin linen shift, and Anna stepped out of the pile of clothing and started undoing the laces in Elsa’s bodice.
Elsa started, surprised and a little embarrassed about what Anna was doing. Anna was naked in front of her. Wow, she was beautiful; soft skin with freckles dusted everywhere. Elsa swallowed her drool.
Then she realized that helping Anna meant she would get back to kissing her, and then there would be touching.
God, touching Anna. The thought made Elsa so wet. Elsa’s fingers went to her bodice laces and between the two of them, Elsa’s dress and shift joined Anna’s on the floor. Elsa stepped out of the pile.
Anna stared at her. Pale creamy skin with small dusky nipples, hard and proud extending away from incredible upstanding breasts, rosy lips at her mouth and white, almost translucent, pubic hair at her crotch. Elsa was sex personified. Anna had trouble controlling her drool.
They hesitated, each staring at the other in wonder.
“Anna, you’re-“
“Wow, Elsa, you look-“
“-beautiful!”
“-amazing!”
They locked eyes for a moment, and then Anna giggled. Elsa laughed along with her.
Anna spread her arms out, twirling in a circle in front of Elsa. “Beautiful? You think I’m beautiful, Elsa? My, my stupid freckles and my dumb crazy hair and…and…and you’re so amazing and I’m-“
Elsa stepped closer to her. “Beautiful. You’re beautiful, Anna. You are the most beautiful bride I’ve ever heard of. You shame Bathsheba herself. Your freckles and your hair and your eyes…so incredibly beautiful, Anna.”
Anna swallowed again as Elsa stepped closer. She felt mesmerized by Elsa’s closeness and kind words. She whined. “My…my eyes? You like my eyes?” Anna was stalled in her thinking. Elsa’s beauty had made her clumsy and foggy. Her brain felt slow and confused. Elsa had married her; of course she liked Anna. But confronted with a naked Elsa, Anna had trouble reconciling that fact with the idea that a naked Elsa was THIS sexy, THIS attractive, and yet still wanted Anna.
Elsa stepped closer still, her hard nipples contacting Anna’s own breasts. Nodding, Elsa leaned her head down and kissed Anna gently. Elsa’s hands encircled Anna’s waist, pulling her closer, mashing their breasts together and contacting their fluffy-haired mounds. As she kissed Anna, Elsa started to shift her body, rubbing nipples and moving her pubic mound over Anna’s own.
“I love you, Wife. And more than anything, I want to know you in the biblical sense. I want use my body to make your body feel good. Feel so good. Anna, I want to do in real life what I’ve done so often in my daydreams. And I want whatever dreams you’ve had about me to come true as well. So understand, Wife, that I will be happy to do anything you want, anything you have dreamed of, but if you don’t want to discuss what your dreams entail, we can do everything from my daydreams. Because, Wife, I have dreamt of this for so long. Being able to touch you without hurting you is a dream come true. And I intend to indulge my dreams, if not yours.” Elsa kissed her, feeling bare skin on skin, feeling hard nipples and fuzzy pubic hair, and feeling the wonderful warm heat of Anna’s body on her own.
Anna kissed back, moving her body in a similar manner to Elsa’s. Looking up at her big sister, her husband, she said, “Let’s do your dreams first, then we can do mine. “ Anna sighed lustily as she lunged back into the kiss, her tongue warring with Elsa’s own wet slippery tongue, fighting for the contradictory goals of dominance and magnanimity, wanting to be the person to bring the other the most pleasure.
Elsa leaned back, breaking the kiss. “Onto the bed, little sister. My new Wife is going to be worshipped as the royalty she is.”
Anna quivered as she turned to the bed. Laying down, she looked up at Elsa with a mix of anticipation and lust.
Elsa lay on top of her, their bodies in contact once again. Elsa kissed her.
“I love you, my Wife. And I’m going to make sure that before this wedding night is through, every bit of you knows with a certainty the total measure of my love.” She slowly started to move her body over Anna’s. Her hips slid into the gap between Anna’s thighs as Anna spread her legs for her husband. Elsa’s mound rubbed on Anna’s mound, and Anna felt something, soft yet stiff, rub against her own lips and her own stiff little clit. God, it felt good. She gasped as Elsa moved, up and back, side to side and in circles. Oh god. Anna felt herself getting wet as the warmth of her husband on top of her moved on her clit. She wondered if Elsa’s clit was what she was feeling, the soft but stiff little nub rubbing on her own. She hoped it was. She hoped Elsa could feel half of what she felt.
Elsa groaned on top of her, staring into her eyes. “Oh, Wife. Oh, Wife. You feel so wonderful. Your warm wet embrace feels like home to me. It feels like I finally know where I fit in the world; I fit here, between your thighs. I love you so much, Anna. Oh god, you make me feel so good.”
Anna smiled at her as her arousal grew. Her belly was tightening. Her legs naturally wound themselves around Elsa’s waist as Elsa moved on top of her. Ankles locking at the small of Elsa’s back, Anna started to move her hips in time with Elsa’s movements.
“This feels great, Elsa. This feels like I always dreamed it would feel. You make me feel so good, Husband. You make me feel like a Wife should feel, my wonderful Husband on top of me, loving me like I’ve dreamed. Love me, Elsa. Love me. “
Elsa thrust into her, mashing their slippery pussies together. She stared into Anna’s eyes as she panted. “Fucking you, Anna. I do love you, but I’m fucking you right now. Fucking you with all the passion and abandon that a Husband can muster. I will fuck you until you break, until your body climaxes, until you have your little death. You are my Wife, and I claim you. You are mine. I love you.”
Anna felt her orgasm build as she listened to Elsa’s words. Elsa’s breathing mirrored Anna’s climb to her peak, and when Elsa moaned in her own climax it sent Anna over the edge.
“Oh god, Anna! Oh yes, you feel so good. God, Anna you are incredible. This feels amazing. You are so good, Anna ! So very good!! Oh, Anna!!”
“Yes, Elsa. Do it. Fuck me, Elsa. Fuck your Wife. Take me. Oh Elsa. Oh my god you feel so wonderful Husband. You feel so wonderful. Harder. Drive into me. Hard as you can, make me take it. I love it. I love you. More, Elsa, more! Faster. Faster and harder. Yes, Elsa! Yes! Yesyesyesyes, ELSA!!!”
Elsa had taken her to Wife, had lain with her as a Husband would, and had climaxed on top of her as a Husband would, bringing her to her own climax at the same time. They slowly recovered from their individual orgasms and looked at each other. Panting, they smiled, and then the giggles started.
“Oh Anna . That was incredible. You are so amazing. I love you.”
“Elsa. I’ve never felt this way before. That was…”
“…something.” Elsa offered.
Anna smiled, caressing her Husband’s cheek from her position underneath her sister. “Yes, it was something. It was everything. Everything I’ve dreamed of, and more. You’re very skilled, Elsa. Thank you.” She kissed her Husband.
Elsa kissed her, but smiled. “We’re not finished, Wife. Not by a long shot. This is our wedding night, and we’re not done until we can no longer move. That was just the appetizer.”
Anna’s eyes went wide. She hadn’t considered anything beyond the one experience. What more could Elsa mean?
She found out as Elsa crawled slowly down her body, trailing kisses. Her jaw, her neck, her collar bones.
Her breasts and nipples.
Oh god, when Elsa licked one nipple while gently pinching the other…Anna saw stars. And when Elsa sucked…ohhhh, when Elsa sucked a nipple, one of Anna’s nipples, of her breasts, oh god, Anna’s hard nipple, Anna was convinced that she was in the midst of some holy religious episode. Her arousal, so recently satiated, roared back stronger than ever. It reminded Anna of mornings after her dreams of Elsa but prior to the visit to the trolls when her residual magic was eased. She felt frantic, manic, her horniness rising to levels from which she only recently got relief. She groaned as her back bowed, trying to get her nipple closer to Elsa’s mouth. Her hands went to the back of Elsa’s head, fingers twining in pale white hair like silk, pulling Elsa’s mouth closer to Anna.
“Oh Elsa, that feels so good.”
Elsa let go of Anna’s nipple with a pop. Looking up at her wife, she smiled.
“It’s going to feel even better, I promise.” She started kissing her way down Anna’s body, ribs, belly button (which made Anna twitch from the ticklish feeling), and hips (which made Anna twitch from a different feeling).
Elsa looked up at Anna. “I love you, Wife. I’m going to show you how much I love you every way I can think of. Every day. Every minute. You are my sun and my stars.” She kissed Anna’s hip, moving slowly toward her center.
Anna was startled. “What…what are you going to do?”
Elsa smiled as she ostentatiously licked Anna’s fiery red hair.
“I’m going to give you what is known as ‘French loving’, my love. I will use my mouth and tongue on you until you beg me to stop.”
“Um, Elsa? Your mouth? I mean…that’s not…I mean…is it…is that ok? You’ll…taste…me?”
Elsa grinned at her in lust. “Yes, I will. It’s supposed to be fine. And it’s supposed to be wonderful for you. I read about it from some special books in the library. And…I really, really, REALLY want to find out what you taste like…”
Anna was simultaneously worried and aroused. Elsa wanted to lick…there. The thought of a warm wet tongue sliding over warm wet flesh…it made Anna feel feint. But what if Elsa didn’t like it? What if she tasted…bad? Anna was worried.
Elsa looked at her. “It’s ok. If you don’t like it, we don’t have to do it. But just so you know, I really want to try it.“ Elsa rolled her tongue out of her mouth and licked her lips obscenely. It made Anna’s mind go foggy.
Anna breathed deeply, determined to relax. “Ok. If you want to. But if you don’t like it, you have to tell me.”
Elsa stared at her, smiling an evil smile. “Anna. It’s you. I’m going to LOVE it.”
And saying so, Elsa kissed Anna’s drooling pussy. Anna gasped at the contact. And when Elsa’s tongue licked her from the bottom of her wet hole to the very top of her hard clit, she almost fainted. She started breathing heavily, so aroused at the feeling. Oh wow, Elsa’s tongue was making her feel soooo good.
Elsa sighed as she paused. “You taste magnificent, Wife. I love this. “ she enthusiastically continued, her tongue sliding around Anna’s wet sex, and curling around her hard little clit.
Anna was panting. “Oooooooo, Elsa. Elsa…this feels so gooooodddd…” her hands went back to Elsa’s head, fingers in her sister’s hair, pulling her Husband’s mouth farther into her dripping pussy.
“Mmm-hmmm! Mmmm-hmmm!! Yeff. Yeff. Anha!!” Elsa mumbled around a mouthful of leaking pussy.
Elsa’s tongue invaded Anna’s tight wet hole. Oh god, it felt so good. Elsa’s lips slid over Anna’s lips, rubbing back and forth, up and down over her clit. Anna felt her entire body tensing, locking, tighter and tighter as she got closer and closer.
“Aaaaahhhhh!! Ahhhhhh!! Oh, Elsa!! Ooooohhhhh, yessss…”. Her body bounced and shook as she broke apart, her hips jumping up to jam onto Elsa’s thrusting tongue.
Elsa held Anna’s hips as she licked and sucked the rippling hole, warm sweet girlcum burbling out into Elsa’s waiting mouth.
As Anna was almost recovered, gasping and twitching with aftershocks, Elsa thrust her tongue in as far as she could, rubbing up against that one tough patch of tissue at the front side of Anna’s pussy, and Anna immediately came again, crying out Elsa’s name in shock and amazement.
Again, Anna shook and spasmed in the aftershocks, as her sister’s tongue lapped the warm fluid pouring from her core. Anna gulped air, her body overwhelmed with the pleasure her Husband had given her.
Elsa slowly crawled up Anna’s body, kissing her skin as she went. Reaching her head, Elsa gently kissed panting lips and caressed Anna’s beautiful hair. Staring into her eyes, Elsa felt the full measure of her love for her sister. Her Wife.
“I’m so very much in love with you, Anna. I hope that was enjoyable for you.” She smiled. “It certainly sounded like it was enjoyable.”
Anna was in shock. “Enjoyable? Elsa, you would need to punch me in the face to make that only ‘enjoyable’. That was the most amazing thing I’ve ever experienced.” She swallowed to try to alleviate her dry mouth. “If I didn’t already know that you are magic, well, that would prove it.” She looked up at her sister. Her Husband. “You are the most astonishing person I have ever met. I love you beyond sense, beyond reason, beyond the laws of gods and men. I love you, Elsa.” She leaned up and kissed Elsa like it was the last time she would get to.
Elsa kissed her back. She felt so wonderful, kissing Anna. She felt love, and she felt so aroused by Anna, but she also felt connected to her magic. She didn’t feel chained to chaos, unknowing if her magic would run wild, out of her control and raging. Her magic was…content? It was calm. She hadn’t felt this level of calm since before the Mistake. But it was true. Laying there with Anna, her magic was calm and quiet, waiting dormant for her to call on it.
Loving Anna really was the key to controlling her powers.
Anna broke their kiss. “It’s your turn, Husband. Let me do the French love with you.”
Elsa blushed. The idea of Anna between her thighs was driving her crazy with lust. “You…you don’t have to, Anna. That was just for me, I wanted to see if the books were correct…”
Anna smiled at her. “Well, they were. And now, it’s your turn to experience how correct they were. Please Elsa. Let me do this for you, my wonderful Husband. It’s the very least you deserve for being so wonderful to your wife. After all, it is my wifely duty to please my Husband. “ Anna giggled at the comment.
Elsa felt her arousal surge. “Your wifely duty, eh? Gonna close your eyes and endure for the good of the Kingdom?”
Anna looked up at her sister with bare lust in her eyes. “No. I’m gonna keep my eyes wide open to watch you unravel in front of me, climaxing on my lips. I’m going to make you see heaven, just like you did for me.” Anna lunged up to catch Elsa’s lips, her hands stroking Elsa’s smooth skin.
Elsa lost herself in the kiss. She barely noticed as Anna twisted them around, and was puzzled when Anna broke the kiss and Elsa realized that she was staring up at Anna. When did she spin onto her back? Or when did Anna get on top of her? Elsa was confused for a few minutes, but her confusion left her when Anna kissed her again. Everything left her when Anna kissed her again. God, kissing Anna…
Elsa had always known that Anna held a special place in her heart, right from her very first memories, the small freckled toddler with the fiery hair and sharp eyes, staring at Elsa like she knew something, like she was familiar with Elsa and was waiting for Elsa to remember their times together. Elsa felt that Anna had always known her, had always seen her as she really was, knew Elsa’s innermost being and thoughts and prayers.
Elsa had always thought that Anna knew her and loved her, right from the start, right from when she was a baby. Anna was the gift that had been given to a young toddler girl, just beginning to understand that her parents couldn’t always spend time with her.
Anna could spend time with her. Anna spent every day with Elsa, even in the beginning when Elsa had to help baby Anna stand and walk. And when Elsa would help her, and Anna would smile up at Elsa, well, that was everything to Elsa.
Anna had always been the primary person in Elsa’s life. The playmate, the sister, the total partner. Elsa and Anna, Anna and Elsa, she had always thought of herself as part of a pair with Anna. At least until the Accident. That’s what Anna called it-the Accident, Elsa could hear the capital “A” in Anna’s voice. Elsa always called it the Mistake. Elsa hurt Anna, and even at her young age she felt the injury Ike someone had carved out one of her lungs. Seeing Anna lying in the ballroom floor not moving hurt Elsa move than she believed possible, but the subsequent years of solitude and sorrow proved her wrong. But even in the deepest depths of her sorrow at being separated from Anna, Elsa still felt better than she had when Anna fell that morning, struck down by Elsa’s magic. When Elsa was separated from Anna, when she was so far into her self-hatred and frustration she could hardly see a pinprick of hope lighting her mind, she always clung to the fact that Anna lived. Anna was alive, and whole, and would live the life of an Arendale princess without having to worry that Elsa might hurt her again.
Anna was safe. It kept Elsa alive for years. Her love for her sister, her determination to ensure Anna’s safety by keeping her away from the dangerous unpredictable magic coursing thru Elsa’s mind, kept Elsa (somewhat) sane and kept Anna alive.
Of course, it had all been wrong. Poppa was wrong. Momma was wrong. And Elsa herself had been wrong. Anna had been right. Anna, who understood love and understood Elsa, and loved Elsa even after her memory of the terrible Mistake had been restored.
Anna was right-love was the key.
And Elsa loved Anna, beyond guilt, beyond laws, beyond morality or reason or common sense. And being naked with Anna, laying in bed with Anna above her, laying on top of her, Anna’s mouth and lips and tongue on her skin, Anna’s hands and fingers stroking her skin, oh god, it was everything Elsa never realized she needed.
Elsa felt her heart soar as Anna kissed her neck, kissed along her jaw and her collarbones, as Anna’s hands stroked her sides. Elsa felt this was the closest she was likely to get to heaven. Her nerves sang and her breathing stuttered as Anna kissed down her chest.
When Anna kissed her nipple, Elsa gasped.
Anna looked up at her sister, her husband, in concern, but smiled when Elsa’s hands slid into her hair and pulled her mouth closer, silently begging for more. Anna eagerly complied, tonguing and sucking the stiff peak as Elsa groaned.
Anna smiled as she pulled away far enough to clearly talk. “I hope I’m doing a good job. I’ve never done this before.”
Elsa tried to reply. “Yes. It’s…I’m…You…good. So good. Love and…feels…ohhhhhh…”
Anna giggled as she returned to sucking her sister’s hard nipple. Elsa pulled her closer, wanting to be joined together with Anna, wanting Anna with her always, wanting to be forever entwined and inseparable.
“Oh Anna. Oh my god, Anna. You feel so good. You make me feel so good. Oh yes, my wonderful wife. I love you so much. So much, Anna.”
Anna smiled around the nipple in her mouth. While she had little idea of what she was doing (and of course had no experience other than her explorations of her own body), Elsa’s reactions showed her that she was doing an acceptable job. She was so hopeful that she could make Elsa feel as wonderful as Elsa had made her feel. Elsa needs to feel this wonderful. Elsa deserves to feel this wonderful. And Anna deserved to provide Elsa with these wonderful feelings.
Anna kissed her way down Elsa’s body. Elsa groaned and gasped as Anna’s lips and tongue trailed down her ribs, across her belly and nibbling at her belly button, and then licking the dip at her hip bone as Anna’s tongue slid slowly across and down toward Elsa’s fine pale pubic hair.
Anna lightly licked over Elsa’s sparse white bush, biting and holding some of the hair with her teeth, pulling the hair slightly and making Elsa moan in pleasure.
“Oh, so you enjoy having your hair pulled? I’ll need to remember that.” Anna said as she licked again over Elsa’s fine soft fur.
Elsa gasped. “I like-oh god-I like everything you’re doing, Anna. All of it. It’s so good. So good.”
Anna smiled. “You seemed to enjoy the way I taste. Now it’s time for me to see how you taste.” Anna raised Elsa’s thighs up, spreading her wide open. “Hold your legs, Husband. Spread them wide open for me. I want you wide open for my mouth and tongue. “
Elsa’s mind was on fire. Anna’s words ignited Elsa in a way she hadn’t ever encountered before. The love Elsa felt for Anna was being doused with her arousal at the feelings Anna was generating in Elsa’s body, and the entire combination was being incinerated in the mental state Anna was creating with her words. Anna called her “Husband.” Anna told her she wanted her wide open. These ideas shot through Elsa’s mind like gouts of lava, igniting everything in Elsa’s body as they passed. Elsa was going to self-combust. She had never felt this way, not even in her fantasies. Anna in real life, in her bed, naked on top of her, was better than anything she had ever imagined.
And when Anna’s mouth finally contacted Elsa’s drenched pussy lips, Elsa felt like she had been struck by lightning. A warm wet tongue on her pussy, in her pussy, licking and slurping, oh god it was so amazing.
Anna’s tongue.
Her nerves sang, her mind went blank, and her muscles started twitching and spasming as her body tried to push forward, pushing her wet pussy closer to Anna, closer and farther, wanting to be joined with Anna, wanting to be combined and integrated and slid together until she and Anna were only one being, one living creature consisting of both of them.
Elsa needed Anna to be part of her, and she needed to be part of Anna, for all time, forever and ever after this. She needed Anna and she needed Anna to need her.
One body, one heart, one soul. Forever. Forever with Anna.
Oh god, Anna’s mouth and tongue were driving her closer and closer to her climax. Elsa had, of course, indulged in exploring her body, but nothing she had previously done felt anything close to this, not even those transcendent, stunning, satisfying, yet shame-filled instances when she couldn’t help but fantasize about Anna.
Nothing was close to this.
Elsa raised her head, looking down between her legs to see Anna staring back up at her, smiling eyes shining as her nose buried itself in Elsa’s fine white pubic hair, and Anna’s incredible tongue did things Elsa never thought possible.
Elsa looked down her body at her love, as her love loved her in the French manner. “Oh Anna. Oh my god, yes. Yes. Yes. Oh Anna, yes! Please Anna. Please, I need to come. I’m so close. Please Anna. Plea-UGH!! ANNA!!! Yes yes yes, oh god, yes, oh my love, oh Anna!!!”
Elsa’s body bucked and thrashed as she unraveled, thrusting up at her sister’s mouth, unconsciously attempting to drive her love’s tongue farther, deeper, closer to Elsa, closer and closer until they would merge into one. Her hand shot down from holding her leg and clamped at the back of Anna’s head, gripping Anna’s hair and pulling her closer, grinding Anna’s mouth into her wet pussy.
Anna’s tongue drove Elsa through her orgasm, and then, sliding her tongue out from the depths of Elsa’s hole, Anna lashed Elsa’s stiff nub with the flat of her tongue while sucking with her whole mouth, vacuuming Elsa’s gushing juice, raising Elsa immediately into another orgasm, almost before the first one had stopped.
Elsa’s hand shot back off Anna’s head to slam against the mattress as Elsa’s body arched and every muscle she had contracted, falling irrevocably into orgasm. “AHHHHHH!!! Anna! Anna! Anna! Yes! Oh love! Oh, my love! My wife, my wonderful wife, ohhhhh yesssss!!”
Elsa panted as her orgasm slowed. Orgasms. Multiple. Anna had licked her through multiple orgasms. Elsa had never done that before. She felt lightheaded and euphoric, floating on a cloud of bliss as her sister gently licked her streaming pussy of all her flowing juice. Oh god, that was amazing.
Elsa’s breathing slowed and she looked down her body at Anna’s hair as her sister-her wife-continued to gently lick the wet skin and puffy lips of her seeping hole. Anna was diligent in her actions, seemingly unwilling to stop until Elsa’s supply ran dry.
Elsa smiled as she gazed down at Anna. She was so lucky. Anna didn’t hate her for the Mistake; she actually loved Elsa, and would apparently keep proving it for however long it took.
Elsa levered herself upright, sitting spread-legged in front of her sister. Smiling down at Anna as Anna looked up at her puzzled, Elsa reached forward and dragged Anna up to lay again on top of her.
Naked together on the bed, nipples crushed against each other, Anna’s hips slotted between Elsa’s thighs, Elsa smiled up at her sister and slowly rose into a languid kiss.
Staring into Anna’s eyes, Elsa smiled. “I love you. You’re amazing. That was incredible. I’ve never felt anything close to that before, not even when I fantasized about you when I would do it myself. It’s a good thing we’re married; you’ve ruined me for any other person.” She kissed Anna. “My love.” Kissed her again. “My heart.” And again. “My Wife.”
Anna kissed her back all four times. Elsa had liked it. Anna hadn’t been terrible at French loving. She had been concerned-Elsa was so good at it, driving Anna crazy with lust with her lips and tongue, and Anna had no clue what to do, not having read all the books Elsa had read. Books on French loving. Anna wondered what else her sister-her Husband-had read, and how it would feel when Elsa introduced it to her.
“I’m glad you liked it. After what you did for me, you deserve every good thing. You were so good, you made me feel so wonderful, I’m glad I did a good job for you.”
Elsa looked up at Anna. “You never have to worry about ‘doing a good job’, Anna. This is new to both of us. We’ll figure it out together. Just like we figured out my powers.”
Anna smiled. “Speaking of powers, look around.”
Elsa looked at the room they were in. Oh no! Snow was everywhere! She lost control of her powers and the entire room was covered in snow. “Oh no, Anna! Oh, I’m so sorry! I lost control and didn’t even realize. I could have hurt you! Oh, this is awful.”
Anna clutched her jaw in her gentle fingers. “Hey! Whoa! Stop for a minute. A) we already established that you literally can’t hurt me with your magic. B) I’m not even cold. It’s perfectly warm here in the bed with you. And some parts are even warmer than others.” Anna thrust her hips down onto Elsa’s spread pussy-they were indeed both very warm and wet in the general crotch area. “And C), look around you at the snow. Look closely.”
Elsa stopped and looked closely at the snow heaped around them in the room. Mounds and mounds of snow, all because she…wait.
Were those…? Hearts? As Elsa looks around, she realized that every mound of snow piled about them was shaped like a heart. Thousands of small ones in between the big ones that made up the main snow mounds, but every bit of snow was a heart. All of it.
Elsa loved Anna, and apparently her magic agreed. Or at least understood if not actual agreement.
Her magic had manifested unconsciously in the form of hearts. Elsa had to concede that this was actually a good sign.
Anna kissed her lightly, resting her body fully on Elsa’s, relaxed and comfortably slotted on top of her sister.
“You love me. Your magic also loves me. So, while technically this might be seen as a concern that your magic manifested without conscious control, think of it as an endorsement. You and me, us, this between us, this marriage, this may be the craziest thing either of us have ever done. We’re sisters, but we’re also married. Well, your magic seems to think this is a good idea.” Anna wriggled her body on Elsa’s, rubbing naked skin together. “I’m inclined to agree with the magic. This may very well be the craziest thing, and you and I may be certifiably out of our minds, but the magic agrees with us. We’re doing the right thing, no matter what anyone else has to say.” She kissed Elsa again. “I love you, Husband. I will keep you; I will take you and I will have you. Cleaving to you until Redemption.” Anna kissed her sister with all the love and passion she could muster.
Elsa smiled up at her sister. Her wife. Her love. Anna always knew just what to say to make Elsa feel better. Elsa’s arms wrapped around Anna, pulling her closer. Elsa wanted to feel like this forever, wanted to feel this safe, this understood, this loved, forever.
“I should take care of all of this snow.” She smiled up at Anna.
Anna burst into laughter. “Yes. So much snow. Oh my god, Elsa, you never do things by half. “
Anna fell over to lay by Elsa’s side. They both dissolved into an extended fit of giggling.
“It’s subtle! Understated! Barely noticeable!” Elsa gasped between laughs
“I know! If I hadn’t been watching closely I never would have caught it!” Anna gasped as she laughed into Elsa’s neck and shoulder.
They laughed until their sides hurt, and then they paused and looked at each other, which started them up all over again.
Eventually they calmed enough to look at each other without laughing.
Anna stared at her sister. She felt overwhelmed with love. Her sister had spent this time with her, loving her and being loved both as married husband and wife, and also with French loving. They had laughed until they could barely breathe. And they had felt the love between them the entire time. Anna felt confident in the future for the first time in a long time. She and Elsa would be ok. This would all work. They had more than two whole years to prepare for the official coronation, and in the intervening time they could work with the Regent council to prepare for all of the tiny important things a Queen must do every day. Anna could see the future laid out in front of them. It would be ok because they had each other.
Elsa looked at her sister. The love shining from Anna’s eyes still amazed Elsa. Anna didn’t hate her. Anna loved her even after the Mistake, the danger, the horrible decade-long separation that Elsa had agreed to and enforced. Elsa had done everything wrong for 10 years. And yet Anna still loved her.
Anna was amazing. She loved her sister so much.
“Time to deal with the snow. Watch this, Anna. I can feel it, and it feels incredible. It’s there, calm, just waiting patiently. My magic doesn’t rage and swirl anymore. It’s just waiting for me. When I’m with you, when I feel the love we have, my magic is calm. And I can do…this!”
Elsa swirled her hand and Anna watched in amazement as all of the gigantic heart-shaped piles of snow rose into the air, swirled into blinking light with a chime of soft music, and then winked out of existence with a swish of Elsa’s hand.
Anna looked at Elsa. “You’re so good at that. That is so amazing to see. It’s really kind of…sexy. In a way. “
Elsa grinned. “Sexy, huh? I think I like that. My magic is sexy. It’s a darn site better than what I previously considered my magic, which was a curse and a danger.” Elsa could feel the magic temporarily surge in her, in reaction to her remembered emotions of fear and sorrow. She tamped it down by thinking of Anna, and the love Anna had for her. Love was the key to her magic, and she would never forget that. Love of Anna was the reason she had control. Love of Anna was the reason she wasn’t alone. Love of Anna was the reason she could be a queen for her people, and not an uncontrollable monster.
She loved Anna so much.
Anna levered herself up on her elbow to stare down at Elsa. “It was never a curse. It was just young. You didn’t know-none of us knew. But we do now. This ability is a gift beyond measure. You will do great things with this gift, and Arendale will be a wonderful place to live thanks to its magical queen. You’re going to go down in history as one of the Great Monarchs of Arendale. You’ll see. And I’ll be there with you, every step. You and I, forever, my wonderful Husband.”
Elsa snorted. “Ok. If you say so, my wonderful Wife. I will do everything I can to help our people when I am queen. And in the meantime, I will work with the Regent Council to learn everything I need to know. But I will need you by my side. I need you with me, Anna, always. I’m sorry, but I would never be able to do any of this without you. Your days of idle princesshood are numbered-I need you to help me with every aspect of the kingdom. And that’s gonna mean a lot of meetings and a lot of paperwork. For both of us.” She reached over and kissed her sister.
Anna closed her eyes, delighting in the sensation of Elsa’s kisses. She smiled at Elsa as she opens her eyes after the kisses paused.
“Oh no. How awful. Working side by side with you all the time, spending all day with you and then having to spend the nights in your bed, however will I endure? Such an imposition, such torture to be with you and helping you and being next to you all the time. I must apply to Corona for refugee status to flee from my onerous fate.”
Elsa smiled at her sarcastic sister. “Shut your mouth, you.” She reached out deft nimble fingers to Anna’s naked ribs, caressing and tickling them.
Anna shrieked. “STOP! Stop you cruel inhuman monster. Ahahahahahahahahaaaaa. Stop it. Stop tickling me-e-e!!! Elsa!! Hahahahahahahahaha. “
Elsa stopped tickling Anna and gathered the giggling twitching girl into her arms.
“I love you, Anna. I love you so much.”
“I love you too, you cruel inhuman monster. Tickling will be made illegal when I get any influence with the Regent Council.”
“Note to self-keep Anna away from the Regent Council.”
Anna swatted ever sister’s arm. “Be kind to your Wife, you big meany.”
“Yes ma’am. I promise.” Elsa kissed her again, eagerly, to Anna’s enthusiastic delight.
She gazed at Anna with adoration in her eyes. “Will you stay with me tonight? Sleep with me here in our wedding bed for our wedding night?”
Anna smiled in delight. “I would love that.” She snuggled into Elsa’s arms.
They both burrowed under the blankets and sheets of Elsa’s bed, having kicked off their heels and slid down their stockings, sleeping naked with each other. They cuddled together and wiggled around until they found comfortable positions wrapped up in each other.
Elsa lowered the lamp flame as she wished Anna sweet dreams. Anna kissed her when she lay back down in the bed once the light was lowered.
“I love you, Elsa.”
“I love you too Anna.”
They slipped easily into boneless sleep.
They woke each other up three times during the night to repeat the French loving sessions. The next day was one of fatigue and lethargy, but it was so very worth it.
Chapter 7: A Year of Progress
Summary:
A year can go very quickly when you're dealing with a Regent Council
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The next few months were difficult and easy, thrilling and frustrating, as progress with Elsa’s power went by fits and starts. There were entire weeks when Elsa felt overwhelmed by her duty and training, and she felt her frustrations manifest in wild uncontrollable surges of her magic, to the point where she froze herself and Anna in her room two days in a row, with thick inches of ice on every wall and blocking the door. She felt so helpless, so unqualified, so incompetent. But Anna helped her. Anna loved her and loved her until she could remember herself, remember seeing herself as Anna saw her, feel the love Anna felt for her, and feel it for Anna in return. The ice melted away into nothing as Elsa hugged Anna close after hours of yelling and crying and sadness at her suppose inadequacy. Anna reminded Elsa that she was going to be queen, yes, but no one expected her to be perfect as a queen, considering her experience so far. There was time to learn. Time to absorb all of the intricacies of running the kingdom, being queen, relating to foreign rulers and people as well as relating to her own people.
Anna stayed by her side. They both attended the Regent Council meetings, and Anna got a reputation as a singularly unaware young lady, ignorant in the ways of the Council and the ways of Court, all the while providing an example for Elsa to not follow so Elsa always appeared to know what she was doing.
It was one more way in which Anna showed exactly how much she loved Elsa. Anna was known as the fool for months so that Elsa might benefit from the distraction. And when Anna dropped the facade, with the strategic help of a certain ice cutter and his reindeer that she had befriended, the old tired condescending men on the council were taken unawares, and numerous plots were uncovered and laid to waste. There were a few minor assistants arrested for conspiracy or fraud or bribery, but the Council members were untouched, other than with the concept that in the future such activities would be found out and they themselves would be imprisoned or exiled or hanged.
The Council meetings became notably less stressful for Elsa after that. Anna expanded her ring of town friends in an effort to keep tabs on the council and the other nobles, to protect Elsa and Elsa’s upcoming reign.
Within the year, the Council had become accustomed to the idea that Elsa would be a directly effective ruler once her coronation was completed. The Council became a true advisory body instead of a ruling council trying to sidestep an inexperienced naive young Queen-to-be.
On the one-year anniversary of their “wedding night”, Elsa started to broach the subject of a royal wedding with some of the more genial Council members. She kept things vague, other than the idea that she had someone in mind. She also slowly broached the idea of magic, and how much easier things would be if there was magic available.
The one-year anniversary of the “wedding night” was quite eventful in Elsa’s bedchambers as well. Elsa showed Anna exactly how much control she had over her ice magic, to Anna’s delight. An hour of alternating cold and warmth, and ice restraints preventing her from large movements led Anna to a senses-shattering orgasm. She was certain that the whole castle must have heard her screaming in rapture, but no one interrupted them. Anna wasn’t sure if she was grateful or concerned about the lack of response, at least until Elsa told her that her magic has muffled any noise outside the room. Trust Elsa to think of decorum when it was the farthest thing from Anna’s mind.
Anna proceeded from there to show Elsa how well she had researched the French love, and introduced Elsa to Greek love with a well-timed finger introduced to Elsa’s tight sphincter. Elsa screamed and almost broke Anna’s nose when she came, thrusting her pussy up at Anna so swiftly Anna almost missed moving with her. A minor bump was the result for Anna, and a temporary guest-pass to heaven was the result for Elsa. They slept that night as they always slept, naked and entwined and astonishingly satisfied.
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