A Tale of Two Sisters: Part I
A long time ago...
The storm raged savagely around the Arendellian ship. The captain struggled to maintain control of the vessel, fierce gales of wind tearing relentlessly at the sails.
Seawater came in downpours into the hull of the ship, soaking everyone and everything in its path with the brine.
Below deck, one woman searched frantically for a quill and a relatively dry piece of parchment that would enable her to finally impart the truth to her two daughters.
Her husband suddenly appeared in the doorway, yelling for her to hear over the storm.
"What are you doing?!"
The queen was strangely calm, considering a powerful cloudburst was attempting to ravage the ship she stood upon.
"I have to finish this!"
"My dear, no." Her king said as he held on to the rope above their heads, making his way slowly but surely to her. "The vessel- it's going down. We have to abandon ship!"
His wife all but ignored his plea, and continued to hurriedly write. "They have to know."
As she finished her confession, she hastily wrapped the note up in her hand and turned to her husband.
"We might not make it home, but this could!"
The king stared at her intensely, solemnly understanding her resolve to do attempt to have their daughters know the truth about their voyage.
Swiftly placing the letter in an empty bottle, the couple stood upon the dangerously rocking ark, the sea furiously tossing it up and down, side to side. They made their way to the edge of the boat, and the king turned to his queen.
"Are you sure we're doing the right thing?" He shouted over the wind.
The woman nodded her head vigorously and answered the affirmative almost before he finished speaking.
"Anna and Elsa must know the truth," she answered resolutely. "It's the only thing that will save them!"
The royal pair looked earnestly into the other's eyes for a long moment before the king threw the bottle as hard as he could overboard, in hopes the thrashing waves would not knock the vessel right back into the ship, smashing it to pieces.
Looking up, they saw the tidal wave that they knew would mean their doom, and could only take comfort in the fleeting hope that their last message would, by some miracle, make its way into the hands of their only two children.
5 years later...
"What is it, Elsa?"
Kaya looked down at the royal shivering beneath her, recovering from the culmination of their morning tryst. Feeling prouder than she probably had a right to at the undone state of her lover, Kaya leaned down and pressed small, chaste kisses to the queen's neck. To her, there was nothing that compared to the feeling of the fluttering pulse beneath her lips and the shuddering gasps that Elsa was drawing in and out of her body.
"What's what?" Elsa finally regained enough of her composure to answer her question.
"What's bothering you?" Kaya continued her perusal of the queen's throat; she loved the taste of Elsa's skin. "And don't even try to lie about it." She added a hard bite to emphasize her comment.
Elsa groaned in the pleasure-pain of the bite, but still seemed reluctant to answer until Kaya stopped her ministrations to raise her head, enabling her to look directly into the queen's ice-blue eyes.
"Is it the wedding?" The slight shuttering of Elsa's expression, even for her lover, was a sure sign that Kaya had hit the nail on the head. "Do you not approve of Kristoff?"
"It's not...him, I just..." Kaya knew the Snow Queen wasn't particularly fond of the mountain man; most of the cordiality the queen displayed towards the Ice Master and Deliverer of Arendelle most likely stemmed from how much Anna and Kristoff loved each other. That much was obvious.
Kaya had a feeling of what the true reason for Elsa's stress lately was. She only wondered how to broach the subject. Especially for magic wielders like the two of them, Kaya knew nothing good ever came from bottling up emotion.
"You feel he's taking her away from you." At Elsa's gasp, Kaya continued. "You're resentful of him."
Elsa knew her lover had a tendency to be brutally honest sometimes (it was one of the reasons she trusted her opinion so much), but she wished Kaya didn't have to put it quite like that.
Seeing Elsa's struggle to admit her true feelings, Kaya backed off and tried to reassure her instead.
"Elsa, it's not a crime to feel that he's more important to her than you are."
Now she looked like she was about to cry.
Kaya gathered her into her arms, shushing her quietly.
"I know...it's difficult to not be able to take top priority in someone's life." She paused. "Especially when it's someone that you care for deeply."
Something seemed to dawn on Elsa, making her eyebrows furrow in a concerned frown. "Do I make you feel that way?"
That is not what I said. Kaya thought, knowing she likely looked perplexed.
She laughed, kissing Elsa's forehead. "Elsa, you are the reigning queen of an entire country; I'd be worried if I was always your top priority!"
Elsa pouted. "How is it that you always seem to know what I'm thinking?" She asked, narrowing her eyes. "Is mind-reading another one of Orinda's many talents?"
Kaya heard Orinda laughing jovially at the comment. Flattery will get you nowhere, my dear. She purred in Kaya's ear. Even I don't have that particular talent.
Deciding to make light of the situation a little, to get Elsa's mind off her troubling thoughts, Kaya lowered her head to kiss Elsa soundly on the mouth, the other woman moaning at the contact.
Kaya pulled back slightly to purr, "I always know when you're worried about something;" She kissed her way further and further down Elsa's slender form so that Kaya's shoulders were now above Elsa's abdomen. She licked her lips as she held Elsa's once-again heated gaze. "You don't come nearly as easily."
She chuckled in enjoyment as Elsa seemed to snap and shoved Kaya on her back, hovering above her in a rare display of temper.
"You-" Elsa nearly growled. But then she realized what Kaya's game was and her eyes softened infinitely as her ire abated. "Well, you are my top priority right now."
Kaya's expression turned from surprised into mildly amused as she spoke.
"I wouldn't have it any other way, believe me."
Elsa was a woman of many talents, even outside the bedroom, but Kaya would be lying if she said that she appreciated any of them quite as much as the queen's ability to read her body's movements so well. Not to mention that nimble tongue of hers.
No matter how many times the pair made love, Kaya never got sick of the spontaneity of Elsa's sexual whims. It didn't matter where they were, or what they happened to be doing. If the mood struck Elsa, they would end up coming together in the most inopportune places.
And it was often the "mood" struck the Snow Queen of Arendelle.
It was amusing to think: even with the cut of the dress the queen normally wore, the people of Arendelle still continued to underestimate the insatiable sex drive of their "innocent" queen.
Anyone who looked at the Queen and her Captain and knew the pair were "involved" would assume that Kaya was always the one who initiated any physical intimacy the two shared...While Kaya certainly had no shortage of desire for Elsa, she was definitely the more practical of the two when it came to controlling her lust until in a more favorable setting.
And Elsa loved to attempt to wrest that control away from her. It was one of her favorite pastimes. The blonde was by no means an exhibitionist, but she seemed to subconsciously revel in the idea of being intimate in a place where it was more likely you and your partner would be caught.
Of course, it never hurt for your lover to always be able to sense whenever someone was approaching, creating a perfect balance for Elsa to indulge in both their passions whenever they desired.
Seeing the usually calm, controlled, borderline emotionless woman come apart under her (by her own standards) inexperienced fingers never ceased to be a marvel to Elsa.
Elsa kissed her way down to her personal favorite of Kaya's erogenous zones; her chest. Dominant and commanding as the woman acted in the public eye, it might sound odd that Elsa found her to be one of the most feminine-looking women she'd ever laid eyes on.
At least, when the woman tried.
With her image as a female captain in charge of nothing but men, Elsa understood why Kaya tried so hard to appear nothing short of strong and self-assured. Which was a crying shame, Elsa had to say, because Kaya would make the loveliest of women if she allowed herself the chance.
Which was why drawing those higher-than-you-would-think-pitched moans from between those petal-soft lips was so enjoyable for Elsa.
Who knew the fierce, stern-looking woman could make such delicate and feminine sounds in bed?
Ever-patient, Elsa gradually worked her way down Kaya's toned body towards where she knew Kaya needed her most. She was aware that Kaya found almost as much pleasure in making her come undone as she did in reaching her own climax, which was why Elsa wasn't surprised to see the glistening evidence of Kaya's lust for her when she finally reached her destination.
As Elsa took a quick glance up, she saw Kaya's eyes were almost fully closed; her amber eyes glowing intensely in the dark of the room. The other woman writhed beneath Elsa as the queen brought her hands to brush the inside of her lover's thighs, beginning at the inside of the knee to painstakingly close to Kaya's center.
"Gods, Elsa..." Kaya moaned, hating the way she loved Elsa's gentle teasing. "Please..."
The air had gained a hint of coolness from the explosion of Elsa's climax, but the temperature in the room was quickly rising as Kaya drew closer and closer to her release. The formerly colder air had served to make Kaya acutely aware of the confounding sensitivity the feminine nub at the top of her folds gained when fully exposed to Elsa's eyes. Her lover's gaze on her always made her feel as if she were being tenderly caressed without the other woman ever lifting a finger.
Thankfully for the taller woman, she didn't have to wait long for Elsa to lay her hands on her, slowly easing her into a world of pleasure that only the Queen of Arendelle could take her to.
Kaya had long since wound her fingers in Elsa's hair, throwing her own head back as increasing ecstasy threatened to consume her. The seasoned warrior wasn't sure how much more of this even she would be able to take.
"Elsa..." Kaya gasped her lover's name. "Please-"
She cried out as Elsa actually removed her mouth, briefly blowing lightly on her throbbing center and stimulating her entrance before resuming her tactics.
The fire-wielder knew there wasn't anyone in the immediate vicinity, but she didn't want to burn the castle down with the force of her climax. It was an occupational hazard, although any damage Elsa did as a result of a mind-blanking orgasm was easily reversed with a wave of Kaya's hand.
At least she didn't literally scorch what was around her with her pleasure.
So in-tune the pair was with one another, Elsa seemed to pick up on exactly what Kaya was thinking, and she once again removed her mouth from Kaya's center to hover above her captain, kissing her passionately as her fingers continued to work.
"Don't think." Elsa murmured as she pulled only an inch away. "Just feel."
Kaya drew in a sharp breath as the sensations from Elsa's talented fingers continued to work their magic.
She gave a short, sharp laugh. "Should that- ah!" She threw her head back. "-not be my line?"
Elsa grinned reassuringly, feeling close to another climax herself. "Do you want to come?"
They both knew the usually-dominant of the pair did- badly.
Kaya whimpered - she couldn't believe Elsa was able to draw such sounds from her!- and nodded her head vigorously, having temporarily lost the ability to speak, her breaths coming shorter and faster now. Still, even through the haze, she sensed Elsa was close to the edge once again, and lifted her hand from Elsa's back to stimulate her lover again as well.
The fire-wielder moaned. "Gods, I'm close!"
Elsa bit back a groan as she ground her hips firmly against Kaya's hand. She moved back to her place between Kaya's legs and licked Kaya's bud once, then pulling away as she spoke,
"Then come." Even through the throes of passion, Kaya could feel the smirk Elsa wore as she once again placed her mouth where she knew it would help Kaya the most.
"Let it go."
It only took one more pull of Elsa's mouth for Kaya to come to a shattering climax, the world around her falling away until there was only blissful euphoria, and her beloved Elsa. Said queen shuddered through her own peak, her moans of pleasure sending delightful vibrations over Kaya's now-over-sensitized bud. The queen finally pulled her mouth away and collapsed atop her lover in a panting, sweat-slicked, but fully-sated heap.
As the couple descended from their respective highs, Elsa was overcome with a feeling of overwhelming gratitude for having had the chance to meet and fall in love with this woman.
Which was why, through the fog of the pleasurable aftershocks, she couldn't help herself from mumbling in Kaya's ear,
"Would you marry me?"
Kaya snapped right out of her post-orgasmic stupor to look at Elsa in shock.
Elsa, after a tense moment, seemed to realize the full implications of the question she'd just asked, purely on impulse.
She pulled herself up sharply so that she wasn't lying completely on top of her lover anymore and stared down at Kaya, the flush dusting her cheeks now having less to do with her recent orgasm, and more to do with the instinctual inquiry that now had them facing a very awkward moment.
Elsa stammered through the beginning of an attempt to write off what she'd just said. "I-I...Kaya, I didn't-"
To her surprise, Kaya just chuckled in amusement. "And here I thought that the more manly of a two-woman pair would be the one to ask that question."
Elsa was always strangely quick to defend her lover's femininity.
"You are not manly."
"Elsa, we both know I have very few feminine attributes."
Elsa frowned. "Few as you think they are, I happen to appreciate your..." She brought a hand down to squeeze one of Kaya's breasts teasingly. "Feminine attributes."
The raven-haired woman laughed and brought one of her hands up to cup Elsa's face, kissing her softly. "But in answer to your question: yes, gladly, and in a heartbeat."
Elsa beamed. "Truly?"
Kaya gave a brief, genuine smile before her expression once again turned serious.
"But you do realize..." She watched Elsa tilt her head in curiosity. "That can't be an option for us."
Though they both knew that they'd die for one another in an instant, Elsa could never shake the disappointed feeling she got when Kaya indulged in one of her greatest talents: being so damn logical.
Watching Elsa's face inevitably fall, Kaya steeled herself for the expected question:
"And why not?"
"Elsa, your people being accepting of your magic is one thing." She shook her head. "But women being intimately involved with other women is barely acknowledged as an existing occurrence, let alone an accepted one."
Elsa didn't see why her subjects' opinions should really matter so much when it came to what went on between the two of them.
"Besides," Kaya continued. "The more pressing matter is that you need to give the people of Arendelle a king...And eventually, an heir." She tried not to pay attention to how heavy her heart was starting to feel. "It's expected of you."
"Maybe I don't want to always do what's expected of me." Elsa snapped as she recoiled to sit on the other end of the bed, away from Kaya.
"Elsa..." Kaya sighed, wanting to reach out to the other woman, but knowing she would probably shake Kaya off at this point. Kaya just couldn't help but try to not let Elsa get her hopes up for something as unrealistic as a marriage between two women.
Kaya decided to try to explain her reasoning to Elsa more fully, though a part of her shouted to quit while she was ahead. But she just couldn't leave it like this. "Is it not enough that our love for each other is boundless? Why must it be public knowledge?"
"What have we to hide, Kaya?" Elsa still looked hurt, even though she didn't turn around as she spoke. "Surely the fact that we care for each other is plain to see to everyone?"
Kaya had to admit, while they were wary of any physical displays of affection, she was aware that their love easily shone through, despite their caution. There was just nothing they could do about that, short of purposely avoiding each other all day. Olaf, being the self-proclaimed "love expert", was predictably the first to notice that the queen and captain's relationship was more than what it often appeared. Anna had been a close second to notice, but Elsa had also confided in her sister.
Elsa broke her out of her ponderings. "Is it so wrong to not want to have to feign intimate interest in visiting male dignitaries? To want to be able to say I'm happily taken?" She shook her head, as if to clear it of all the negative thoughts. "Would you really be alright with me marrying a man I barely knew and having children with him?" She glanced back at Kaya, and as now-hardened golden amber met cerulean blue, a strange understanding seemed to pass between them, as if they were unconsciously agreeing to disagree. Elsa knew Kaya wouldn't be alright with any random person touching Elsa, just as Kaya knew that Elsa would never be completely satisfied with a relationship with the love of her life to be forever hidden in the shadows.
Still, they both knew this conversation wasn't over. They'd each made their points, and now they would think on it until the topic once again presented itself.
Luckily for Kaya, Elsa was never one to really hold a grudge.
The sisters stood hand-in-hand, soberly looking on the large headstones erected for their parents, the former King and Queen of Arendelle. Each held a small bouquet of yellow tulips, placing one at the foot of each grave.
Neither wept, but the queen's lover, who stood nearby, but far enough to give the two sisters privacy, could easily read the lingering sadness that never truly could be erased from the royals' minds. Both, she knew, missed their parents deeply, and though Elsa had found new happiness both with Anna and Kaya, herself, the Captain of the Queen's Guard couldn't help but wonder what it felt like to feel that deep-rooted sadness that would never truly go away.
Luckily, you only ever had to worry about being attached to a stepsister, never your parents! Fire demoness Orinda, her constant companion, said. That soft-hearted mother of yours died when you were small, and your father had no heart to speak of, so no tears to be shed there!
Far too accustomed to Orinda's insensitive nature to be surprised, Kaya simply rolled her eyes and continued to watch the slightly still-grieving pair, scanning their surroundings periodically.
She was near enough to overhear the sisters' conversation, but even though she knew Elsa wouldn't mind, she tried to tune it out.
Not yet looking at her younger sister, but meaning every word, Elsa said, "Anna, they would be so proud of you."
Anna shook her head and was the first of the pair to give a genuine smile. "Both of us, Elsa." She corrected. She continued to look fondly at her older sister until the queen finally glanced back, the both of them sharing a contented smile before Elsa turned around, pulling Anna in the direction of the castle.
"Now come on," she said, taking Anna by the arm. "I have a surprise for you."
Kaya smiled at the thought of the "surprise" that Elsa had in store for her engaged younger sibling.
"Really?" Anna sounded wary, a stark comparison from her usually jumpy personality. "Because surprises tend to be a hit or miss in this family."
Elsa laughed softly, meeting Kaya's gaze affectionately as the pair neared her location before addressing Anna again.
"This one you'll like, I promise." Turning fully to her sister, she added. "It's for your wedding!"
Anna gave an excited smile and they joined Kaya, and the trio began the short walk back to the heart of Arendelle.
Present day, our world...
"...You just better hope to hell you didn't bring anything else back." Regina spat at Emma, who looked dejectedly like a kicked puppy. But seeing as the daughter of her former nemesis had just brought a woman- that was supposed to have died a long time ago- back from the past, seemingly ruining her chances at finally having a happy ending, Regina was disinclined to give a damn.
The Maid Marian and Robin Hood tearfully reunited, and Regina was too brought into a dewy-eyed state, though for not nearly the same reasons. Regina had truly felt that she and Robin had shared something special, but with his wife, whom he had believed had died long ago, now returned to him, it seemed as though there would no longer be a place for her in his life.
At least, not a role that she was interested in having.
Unbeknownst to all of Storybrooke, however, something else had been brought back with the Savior...
Meanwhile...
The side-tipped urn's top popped off, allowing a silky blue liquid to flow between the cracks of the summoning circle in the barn. Suddenly, the shimmering substance began to converge upon itself, condensing and then solidifying to resemble a human form, its ice statue-like appearance fading away to reveal Queen Elsa.
The Snow Queen pointedly removed one of her gloves and irately used her magic to smash her makeshift prison cell into a thousand pieces.
Making her way out of the barn and down a deserted street, Elsa looked to the side to see a wooden sign reading, "Road Maintained by Storybrooke Beautification Society".
The glass-like shards of ice that proceeded to cover the entirety of the sign served as a physical manifestation of the queen's trepidation at the notion that she was no longer in Arendelle.
"Storybrooke?" The queen whispered to herself.
She feared this could only be the beginning of a long and arduous journey through an unfamiliar land and what was worse...she had a feeling she was all alone in it.
At the thought of a scenario so disquietly familiar that even the Snow Queen shivered in dread at what might lay in store for her.
The irritable Leroy sat in the front seat, looking huffily out the window with his easygoing companion doing the driving.
"Well that party went south fast." He griped.
Aggressive and ill-tempered by nature, it was not a familiar feeling to Leroy to not be constantly in control of a situation. And as the van they rode in passed a rather rough bump, he grumbled to himself that this was exactly the reason he hated anyone else but him doing the driving when he was in the vehicle too.
"Easy, Walter, easy." He growled at the driver in a tone that clearly said: "Moron!". "She needs to be treated gently."
Walter inwardly rolled his eyes. Leroy's Enchanted Forest counterpart was certainly impeccably named, no matter which realm he was in.
Grumpy, indeed.
"You made me designated driver." Walter shot back, calmly deflecting the morose behavior as always. "I'm gonna drive how I like."
Leroy stared testily at Walter and couldn't seem to decide whether it was worth crashing his baby into a ditch on the side of the road to smack the other man upside the head.
"No beer is worth this." Reaching forward to turn the radio up, Leroy realized that it the station had suddenly went dark, with nothing but static buzzing through the speakers.
"Really? Radio station shuts down after dark now?"
He had barely finished speaking as he felt the van start to veer out of control. Turning to the driver, he saw that the dolt had fallen asleep at the wheel.
"Sleepy!" Leroy shouted, vowing to throttle the bastard if they made it out of this as he grabbed for the wheel.
One minute he saw a figure in blue in the middle of the road, honking wildly at them to get out of the way, and then next...
All he knew was darkness as ice enveloped the front of the van.
