Hello! This is my first Elsanna week so be gentle! I really hope you enjoy this. A nice celebration of our favorite sisters!

Love and peace and keep safe out there, kiddos.

This prompt is Animals. Nearly NSFW.

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Elsa's grooming schedule was strict and perfectly efficient. She was diligent and paid mind to the fractals of light that emitted from the dreary cell that was her prison. She ensured that the rays of light displayed the beauty she was like a model finding her angle. The room wasn't the worst that she could have been placed in, but she was sure that she'd never see the freedom she craved so long as her owner lived.

A stretch of her delicate leg and a wide yawn and Elsa was begrudgingly peeling herself from the warm keyboard, certain she had coated it thoroughly in hopes of claiming territory on something within the room. Of course, to date, the blasted owner still manages to thwart such simple plans.

The Keeper is diabolical.

The thundering footsteps were the most obnoxious sign of her approach. Tripping feet and what could only be a vase falling to the ground halted the inevitable entrance of one Miss Anna Martin. With a long and suffering stretch, her upper body pressed down against the desk she was mounted on in a glorious decompression of her lumbar region.

Elsa had to think quickly, she'd been confined to the blasted room after her escape exactly one month ago. For good reason mind you, being a shifter that only changes into a human once every full moon for a handful of traumatic hours. Usually she would just slink to find a place to sleep it off; that wasn't an option any longer. After her last set of "negotiations" with the humans on the topic of the overly processed cat food which resulted in her vomiting here and there, and clawing through one or two cushions in the living room, she had been sentenced to a life-imprisonment, she was certain.

Jumping into the heap of stuffed animals in the corner of the confining room, the animals surely a testament of what would happen to her, an introduction to the taxidermy graveyard, should she allow herself to fall to the hands of such a woman. She was convinced they were attempting to starve her out with the food she couldn't even fathom was anything that'd be remotely considered sustenance.

The door slides open, the lights flickering on, the bulbs buzzing with electricity. Elsa remaining as still as she could during these crucial moments. The feeling of discomfort in her skin was beginning to tingle from her shoulder blades to her tail, a sign of the impending transformation.

As soon as the door closed the dreadful woman's voice slipped from her little hairless lips.

"Snowball? C'mere, girl."

Elsa puffed up three sizes large at the name. Yes, she could admit that her fur was of a gloriously impeccable paleness. Yes, she was one of the best looking cats she'd ever seen, not saying she'd seen many, but the television was on sometimes and Anna had this fascination with cat videos.

Cat videos that were more like DIY tutorials on how to torture the unsuspecting superior species! Anna, in the name of tragically made vines had put tape on her paws, bologna on her forehead (that took days to groom out), tiaras, tutus, and even a cucumber. Yes, a cucumber, to torment her. Her humiliation was forever leaked into every household. If she ever lived past this tiny room, she'd be a laughing stock.

"Are you in your litter box?" A shuffle from the human as she went to see.

Elsa fluffed until she couldn't fluff any longer, a low and humiliated hiss falling from her canines, halting the human in her tracks.

Damn.

"There you are! How cute are you? Snuggling like a wittle bug in a rug!" The freakish human had already made the few strides towards Elsa and picked her up, oblivious to the death that could be unleashed on the woman's ginger locks at any given moment. "Oh lookie here," a scratch behind Elsa's ear had the hiss shriveling into a purr. This was a brainwashing technique using the tentacle meat sticks to scratch at Elsa's only weakness. Elsa hated herself for this, her tail slumping down from its previous twitching in submission. The volume of hair immediately slicking down in perfect place, a testament to good grooming skills.

The tingle grew more uncomfortable, reminding her that in mere moments Anna would be holding a fully formed woman and not the god-like feline that she was. Being cradled had its merits. Elsa lifted a delicate poofy paw towards Anna's face, before retracting just a bit to put distance between face and immaculate toes.

"Awww, are you going to play with my hair?" Anna spoke, leaning a bit to ruffle her bangs towards the kitty, cooing all the while. "You are such a sweethea-"

Thwap!

The strike of a vicious paw, a deathly challenge elicited from Elsa to be put down.

The human seems unfazed.

"Snowball what're you..?"

Thwap! Thwap! Thwap! Thwap! Thwap!

"Geez!" a huff between the tiny paws of fury. "God, hold on." Anna tried to move away, and Elsa advanced. "Fine! Okay! You're just...screw it." And Elsa was tossed to the end of the bed.

Tossed.
Elsa...THE Elsa...the ELSA...had been tossed by that...that human.

Elsa had fluffed to the point where she looked a bit like the base of a snowman. A low hiss erupted from her mouth, her body rippling with rage and outright distaste of how manhandled she was. How could this human with her tentacle meat sticks and her gross canned NOT food...and the tiny tray in which she was made to potty in the open, take control of her so easily?! To just dump her!

"What's gotten into you, calm down. Geez Snowball.." Anna walked over to her computer and groaned seeing all the hair and took to cleaning it.

Elsa's hiss caught in her throat her body pulsing with heat, bones aching with the promise of change. Blue cat eyes frantically look about the room for a place to hide, anywhere to escape to. Her feet pattered quickly back and forth on the bed, tail twitching erratically. The window? Locked. Could she break it in a fierce headbutt? No, she'd tried that more than once before now. The door was closed and without the gift of opposable thumbs she was out of luck. She could squeeze under the bed, but Anna would drag her onto it to sleep that night.

With the inner turmoil, she was making haphazard circles now, her body trembling and fur raising fully erect upon her skin. It was too late! What was she going to do?! Anna was right there! Her back to the distressed cat. Still cleaning that stupid laptop, totally oblivious to anything else.

A bolt of heat shocks Elsa to her core, and light flits behind human eyelids. The change so quick she'd barely register it happening, save for the way the room seemed to shrink with her growing size, the bed groaning a bit more in protest at the added weight. The sound caught Anna's attention. The ginger turned around, mouth open no doubt to tell Snowball to chill out.

No sound came out.

The evil laptop did crash against the floor, splitting the keyboard she was cleaning clear from the contraption.

"W-W-Who the hell are you?!" Anna squeaks, face turning a brighter shade of red than Elsa had thought her capable of. Anna jumps back to knock herself into her desk, hands resting on the countertop to hold herself up.

Elsa was spread lavishly upon the foot of the bed closest to the college student. Her bright blue eyes holding amusement for what was occurring. She didn't want this, she had been freaking out, her anxiety through the roof. She wouldn't let the stupid human know that. No, no. Just like the time she'd underestimated the height of the bed and landed face first on the floor. Just walk it off like you meant to.

Elsa stood, moving with a lush swing of her hips, as if she still yet had a tail to swish. Her steps took her right before Anna.

"Tiny owner seems a bit at a loss." Elsa spoke, moving up to press against Anna's front, purring with a husky lilt. Eyes dark with mirth and glee. "Bad enough you give me a dreadful name like Snowball, but then you pretend you don't even know me?" A pout to her perfectly pink lips startled Anna.

"Snowball? No, no no no no. Snowball is a cat...and you." Anna swallowed hard, turning to gaze at the door, seeing it was still shut and locked like usual. "But you're a…" Teal eyes turn to look the woman over. Beautifully pale hair cascading down the woman's back. It curtained her beautiful face. She was just painfully pretty and Anna so very gay.

Elsa just continued to stare a breath away from Anna's face.

Until the freckled woman broke. "WHAT?! Why are you so close...why are you naked?!" She sputters the last word like it physically tortured her. "You're not a cat." Her body felt so warm. Did someone turn up the heat? It's February, why is it so warm? Anna reached up to tug at the collar of her t-shirt to allow any air to help her constricting chest and overwhelming embarrassment.

Elsa had not even thought about her appearance before Anna had pointed it out. With a dip of her chin she sweeps her eyes over the slightly flawed but still lithe figure of her human form. The pale complexion mirroring her pale fur. "Does it bother you?" Inclining her head she looks up to see Anna averting her gaze at all costs, the woman just right out refused to look towards her. Elsa smirks.

"Anna, while we're on introductions. I'm not Snowball. If you keep referring to me as that I may just have to hunt down a live mouse and put it in your underwear drawer." Elsa pressed even more against the woman. "I am Elsa. This human travesty happens to me once a month, I'm sure you'll find a way to understand. If you hadn't have trapped me in this prison to die then I would have hid from you like every other time." The venom in Elsa's voice became apparent towards the end of her rant, her eyes growing hard as steel, her finger wrapping in the cloth of Anna's clothed front.

"You puked repeatedly on Mom's persian rug!" Anna screamed distractedly. "And in her hair! What did you expect? To be given catnip?"

A gasp and a firmer grip. "How dare you threaten to drug me!"

There was a tense silence that followed, resulting in the stare down of owner and pet. Menace was Elsa's middle name, the petulant and venomous stare in which she blasted into Anna was potent. In return, Anna looked increasingly uncomfortable, eyes darting from the blonde's face to anywhere else in the room and that just wouldn't do.

"Why are you so red and avoiding my impeccably angry stare?" Elsa said exasperated. "Pay attention when I'm trying to shake you down."

Groaning Anna covered her beet red face and used her other hand to push at Elsa's naked shoulder. Sliding out from the sandwich that had been Anna between the blonde and the computer table. She finally let out a small breath.

"This is fucking freaktastic and I'm not sure what to do with this." She starts and another glance at Elsa had her ears go red. "I need to get you dressed. God help me I need to get you dressed." And with that she dove into her closet, tossing out random articles of clothing.

Elsa watched her go before turning away, flipping the mess of hair off her shoulders. "I don't see why I have to wear that ugly substitute for beautiful fur. Do you realize how ridiculous you look when you wear that-oompf!" A hoodie hit her square in the face, followed by other items including bra, leggings, panties, and a tank top.

Elsa watched the items drop to her feet before her gaze flattened, growing cold once more. "I'm not wearing this." She spoke darkly.

For the first time since she'd met her cat officially, Anna stood and challenged her out right. "Oh yes you will." She made a show of pushing up her invisible sleeves, moving towards the blonde who immediately recognized the look. It was the same determination that her owner used when she drowned the feline in soapy water. Elsa immediately back tracked.

"No, no. You don't have to do this...really." Elsa's hands came up to ward her off. "I'll be good, I swear it."

Anna said nothing, picking up the clothes and rushed Elsa.

The only sound made was a loud string of screams. Screams of pain.

"Do it. Do the thing." The blonde whined, bouncing on the bed completely clothed now, thankfully.

Anna twitched. Her fingers were covered in bandages from bite marks and she was sure she looked like she'd tried to shove herself in a small paper shredder for how much fight Elsa had put up. Her own hair, once in braids, now looked a hot mess. "Give me a second, I need to fix my own hair that you so affectionately messed up."

"You're welcome!" Came a chipper reply.

"Why you little.." A deep breath and closed eyes brought Anna back to her calm little world. Breaking apart the braids she skillfully begins to redo them, her hands moving almost unknowingly. She'd been doing her braids like this since she was old enough for her small chubby baby hands to grip onto each individual third.

"How do you do that?" A question came from the bed.

"Practice" Anna hummed.

"It looks nice...ehm. I mean, it looks adequate enough to suffer through with this pathetically ugly human body. This hair doesn't even do anything" She tossed the hair up in platinum spirals before the settled down in a curtain around her. "It's useless. I'm not any warmer, I have to wear clothes, it doesn't make me look any bigger, so I can't fend off attackers!" She snorted, swiveling to turn her back away from Anna, swinging her legs off the side of the bed. "Humans are filled with useless traits. How I became a pet of one of them, I'll never know."

There was a long pause before she heard the creak of a chair. Then a dip in the bed before a soft brush ran the length of her scalp. The soft bristles of the brush hitting absolutely every neuron and sending it firing pleasure down to the tips of her toes. Anna's soft and demure tone intrigued and startled her a bit, but kept quiet due to the pleasant strokes.

"You were about four weeks old and left in paper bag on Fifth Street." Anna was somber and serious. Elsa sobered a bit at her words, her own brows pulling together in confusion. "You were quite a mess actually when I found you, Elsa. The bag barely moved. I don't even know why I looked really. You were too young to be weaned off your mom, I saw that, you were too small." A breathy chuckles and continuous strokes of the brush. "I took you to the Veterinarian right after I found you. I ran twelve blocks, I remember it was so cold and it hurt me to run that long with the backpack I had, but I was just too scared that you wouldn't make it. I'd shoved you in my own jacket, but you wouldn't stop shivering."

"I don't remember this." Elsa whispered, eyes wide at the opposing wall. She was stuck between wanting to find an escape or to wail with the sorrowful story of abandonment. The brush slipping through her hair comfortingly did just enough to keep her in place.

"The Vet said that you had been the runt, that you were underdeveloped and you would need a lot of care. You were really sick and she didn't think you would make it." The brush was set down, and Anna took the mess of hair and began braiding it. "I remember wondering what I should do. I looked down at you with the small IV in you, laying on the heating pad, you just looked right at me and mewled. The first noise you had made and it was for me." Anna tied off the braid and gently laid it over Elsa's shoulder. "I couldn't leave you. You depended on me."

There was a long moment where neither spoke again. A lull in the conversation. Elsa picking at her hoodie, right before her fingers slipped up into the perfect braid, running her fingers affectionately over the thick binding of hair. She never turned around, but spoke anyway. "I guess there is only one thing left to tell you, Anna." Elsa's voice quivered.

Leaning in, Anna's chin moves to rest on Elsa's shoulder. She felt a bit more comfortable now that they'd bonded and Elsa had clothes on. Clothes on Elsa. Nakedness not being distracting. No distractions here. "Yea?" She breathed comfortably.

"You dyed my fur pink with kool-aid."

Anna froze. The ice that came from the shifter was shocking. Instant hypothermia. Yikes.

Anna sputtered quickly. "Well, I-I didn't"

"Tape on my paws."

"Aw, but you can't.."

"Anna, you put processed mystery meat that smelled faintly of your ripe socks on my forehead."

"Hey! Bologna's not that bad!" Anna reeled as Elsa turned with a blazing glare, albeit one more playful than before.

A wicked gleam slid into place in Elsa's eyes. "I'm hungry."

"O-oh okay, I can...uh...I can get you some food." Anna stood clumsily, the whiplash of emotions hitting her hard, she trips over her own feet in an effort to stand straight.

"I want fish. I know it's down there. You're mother brings it in to tease me. I think she might be evil, Anna."

"My mom? She's not…" Anna was about to defend her mother when she found herself pushed against the wall, arm pressing against it by her head and a beautiful blonde leaning within a breath from her.

"Anna…" Elsa purred her name, eyes narrowing as the word fell from her lips. Long delicate fingers slid up along Anna's throat, stroking there so softly, Anna barely registered it.

"Y-yes?" Anna couldn't breathe. Her chest was collapsing on her, knees quivering and for the life of her she just wanted out of the room. Away from the damned woman for a moment.

"I'm not sure you're aware…" Elsa leaned closer, lips ghosting over the shell of the human's ear. "I may not be a dog, but I do have a keen sense of smell." Leaning back, the most wicked of smiles found Elsa's face, a canine biting lightly into the fullness of her bottom lip. "It'll either be you or the salmon. Your choice."

As Anna rushed for the door, slamming her face into nearly any wall that could manage to get in her way, she heard loud peals of laughter fading from her room. She'd never wanted to feed someone more in her entire life.

After hand feeding Elsa the sliced salmon from the kitchen, it seemed mostly everything was forgiven. Anna had to convince Elsa not to attempt to clean herself, that human bodies didn't work like that.

"I'm not human" Elsa shot back with a smug expression.

Laying back on her bed, crossing her ankles Anna shrugged. It was one of those times that you knew it'd be amusing, and she tried to dissuade her.

Elsa leaned forward, her leg jutting out like a ballerina and before she'd moved much, grunts came from deep within the blonde. Attempting over and over again to bend herself down enough to clean an imaginary speck of dust from her cloth covered legs. Elsa was beside herself, trying all the harder, even sticking her tongue out for just a bit more worthless distance. She'd never make it.

Much to the pure joy of Anna who took her time to laugh for the next twenty minutes or so. Until an angry cat-girl pounced her gut, sending the air from her lungs and her diaphragm screaming in protest.

"Okay" Anna wheezed. "I'm sorry, Jesus."

"Close, I'll allow it." Elsa mused, laying her head gingerly down on Anna's chest, nuzzling just enough to be felt, her body curling around the copper headed beauty.

"Elsa?"

"Shhh. Let's not ruin this with your dumb words and clumsy ways." Elsa smiled into Anna's tank top. After a long while, Anna was certain that Elsa had fallen asleep when she heard the blonde speak ever so quietly. "Thank you for keeping me."

Anna's arms slid around the woman, pulling her into a secure cuddle, chest warming with affection. "Might have been a good moment for me," Anna conceded. "Though you better start behaving. If you do, we can discuss your freedom from the Anna prison."

Readjusting into the arms that held her, a purr quietly spouted from the cat. "I think we can do that...if I get salmon and tuna everyday," Blue eyes close into the comforting arms, her own slipping around Anna. "You've lost your mind. Go catch a fish."

"You don't catch yours." A point made.

"Touche."

The next morning, Anna woke to a sleeping tiny furry face open mouth breathing right up in her personal bubble, the smell of cat breath and warmed salmon washing over her and up her nose with every exhale that Snowba- no, Elsa breathed.

Wrinkling her nose, she slid back from the cat, who naturally woke instantly.

A flick of the tail, a curious gaze from ice blue eyes and Anna couldn't help but to narrow her gaze at the white fluff.

"Was last night real?" She asked the cat.

Blank stare met Anna's, before the cat looked down on the hoodie she'd been wrapped in until a few moments ago. A tangle of bra and tank top and hoodie and all the rest of the clothes. With each article Anna's eyes grew.

"Well I suppose this is just slightly better than having a weirdly erotic dream about your own pet…." A wince from Anna as she looked to Elsa almost beseechingly. "Right?"

Slipping out of the clothing, a white tail slipped up high, flicking lazily in the air. A full body stretch and Elsa turned from Anna and slinked away from the question, leaving the human to stew on that till the next full moon.

Elsa looked forward to it.