AN: Hello, there! This is my first fanfic! Since becoming obsessed with the awesomeness that is Frozen, I wanted to experience more of it so I joined FF. I happened to stumble aboard the great and wonderful Elsanna ship and it not only made my obsession for Frozen exponentially worse (in a good way), but it also made me want to contribute to the community! So here I am, and here it is! Let the Elsanna ship sail on. ;D (ROMANCE/ANGST/HURT/COMFORT)
It was going to be the first ever masquerade ball held at the Arendelle castle, and it was Princess Anna's brilliant idea.
While exploring the streets outside the castle gates, busy catching up on the many years she missed out on getting to know the friendly citizens, the bubbly princess overheard two gentlemen talking about these so called masquerade balls. Highly intrigued by the idea and eager to learn more about it, she raced home and caged herself in the royal library for hours, poring over any books she could get her hands on about the subject. Eventually she reached the point where she desperately wanted — no, she had to experience one of these masquerade balls for herself. So the first chance she got, Anna presented the idea to her older sister, Elsa.
Unsurprisingly, the great queen of Arendelle seemed hesitant about the idea.
"What purpose would there be to throw this ball?" Elsa questioned during breakfast the morning Anna brought it up to her.
"For fun!" Anna said exultingly. "There doesn't always have to be a reason behind throwing a party!" When Elsa just gave her a blank look she huffed and added, "It's good to be spontaneous occasionally! Think about it, Elsa; you could literally be anyone at the ball! No one would know that you're the queen, so people won't look at you differently! Doesn't that sound appealing to you?"
Elsa raised an eyebrow at that. She had to admit that Anna did bring up a few valid points, and the whole masquerade thing did sound quite fun. After a long think and several more persistent nudges on Anna's part, she eventually agreed to throw the party for the younger girl and was then almost choked to death by the overly excited princess's arms as they enveloped her neck in a loving display of thanks.
At the time Anna had been so ecstatic that she could hardly contain her excitement. She went nuts looking for an outfit and mask that were to her liking. She didn't want anything too fancy or attention grabbing as she wanted to blend in with the guests. Eventually she settled on a headpiece adorned with an array of black, gray and brown feathers that she meticulously wove into her fiery hair. To her eyes she looked like an exotic bird of some kind. The mask she chose covered the majority of her face except her mouth and below (easy access to food, of course) and was tan in color with a slight blushing around the cheeks. The blush was an added touch of her own to give it a more lively look. Her dress was a mix of brown and green, the fabric overlapping at the skirt like leaves fanned out in a neat fashion. It was semi-backless and her shoulders were tantalizingly bare.
Prepared to have tons of fun, Anna couldn't wait for the day to come. Then finally, finally, the day she anticipated for so long arrived. The ball was in full swing, the usually spacious Great Hall overflowing with chatting and dancing guests. Everything was going great.
But a couple hours into the ball Anna found, much to her dismay, that she… could not contain her boredom.
Sure, the whole costume and mask thing was fun at first, but Anna soon found that not knowing who anyone was made the event quite a bore. She had countless conversations and danced with numerous people and she had no clue who any of those people were. Yes, that was the whole point of a masquerade ball and the very reason Anna wanted to have one to begin with. The mysteriousness had seemed so exhilarating. But experiencing it first hand proved it was not as enjoyable as she'd initially thought.
Or… maybe it was just her. Everyone else seemed to be having a grand time.
What bothered her the most was that she didn't know who or where Elsa was among the large mass of masked people gathered in the ballroom. That was probably a good thing though, because if Elsa found out how bored out of her mind and disappointed Anna was about the ball she'd probably think it was her fault and that she'd done something wrong. The last thing she wanted to do was upset her sister.
Anna really wished she was having a good time. She dreaded the thought of having to lie when confronted with the inevitable question that the queen was sure to ask the next morning. What could she possibly do to elude the terrible boredom that plagued her?
While Anna tried to think of something, she stood by the long, extravagantly decorated table that was loaded with food and busied herself by cramming her face with chocolate. Her eyes scanned the crowd of laughing, dancing people as she relentlessly stuffed her face. Eating seemed to be the only logical option at the moment, and she really couldn't complain about that, especially when chocolate was easily accessible. The only thing that would have been exceptionally better than chocolate was krumkake, which was the princess's absolute favorite dessert in existence. The castle hadn't had those in stock for a while, unfortunately, and when they did get a batch in they were gone in a blink of an eye. It wasn't Anna's fault they were pleasing to her taste buds. It wasn't her fault her hands couldn't keep away from the deliciousness and her mouth couldn't refrain from devouring them so greedily. Anna groaned as her stomach grumbled angrily at her brain for thinking of that which could not be had.
Returning her attention to the dance floor, Anna had to admit that a lot of the attire she saw was pretty impressive. Many of their guests had gone all out for the ball. Feathers and ribbons galore, dresses of all different shapes and sizes, and the masks! It was amazing how unique each one was. She was pleased to see so many wearing masks that were painted over entirely with various colors, and Anna really loved the ones with animal print designs, even if most of the animals they were replicating were unfamiliar to her. There were a few masks she saw that were bland and colorless, appearing as if the wearers threw them on as an afterthought. Anna guessed those people had personalities to match the mask —boring with a capital B! Then she remembered how her mask looked and she wished she had been more creative. Her mask definitely lumped her into the boring category, though the headpiece surely made up for it.
Anna's hand paused as a chocolate attempted to enter her mouth when she caught sight of what had to be the most gorgeous figure she'd ever seen in her life. Scratch that… the second most gorgeous figure, because no one could be more gorgeous than her big sister, especially on the night she let everything go. The whole ice dress and how Elsa had her braided hair hanging down rather than in its usual bun atop her head had been… a stunning sight. At the time Anna had thought she'd witnessed Aphrodite, the goddess of love, in person. Warmth developed within her chest whenever she thought back to that unforgettable meeting, but the sensation traveled and expanded to her nether regions as well, and she was fairly certain such a feeling shouldn't be felt by a sister for a sister. Shaking the thought from her mind, she refocused on the beautiful woman currently in her view.
The magnificent figure that caught Anna's attention was wearing a form-fitting dark blue dress speckled with sparkles of white, which to Anna made her appear like the night sky filled with twinkling stars. Her mask matched the layout of her dress, with sparkles centered mainly around eyes that were just begging to be gazed into. White-blonde hair cascaded down her back with strands of light blue ribbon intermingled and, against the dark blue of her dress, was like a beautiful waterfall lit up by moonlight. Anna found herself wondering why Elsa never wore her hair down like that. She'd look wonderful with it flowing freely, Anna was sure of it. It was almost always in a queenly bun, and very rarely the down braid, probably because Elsa knew it was too distracting and not fitting for a queen around her subjects. Anna figured since the braid alone was super sexy, then having her hair free of restraint could only be super WOW.
Ugh, why was it no matter what she thought about, it always brought her back to Elsa? Not that it was a bad thing… well, maybe in her case, especially considering the manner in which she was thinking of her sister.
Shoving the previously suspended chocolate in her mouth, Anna wiped her lips to remove any evidence of chocolate murder having taken place and found her legs moving of their own accord towards the creature that her eyes could not tear away from. Anna wasn't sure what came over her, what possessed her to approach this stranger so daringly, but she would make the most of it.
She was beginning to think there was a slight possibility the night wouldn't be so boring after all.
Before she knew it, she was standing in front of the divine specimen. Anna smiled politely, though it came out more like a mischievous grin, and held her hand out to the woman as an offer to dance. She was filled with joy when the other's cool, smooth hand clasped around her own. They shared a smile as she led them to the dance floor and neither spoke as they danced together.
To say Anna wasn't a nervous wreck would have been a lie. She was not much of a dancer. Anna had taken a few lessons back in the day but she was so bad at it that her dancing instructor had quit on her. After the many bruises he'd received and that unfortunate incident that left his leg broken, she couldn't really blame him. She dabbled in dance here and there afterwards and built up some semblance of a rhythm to at least be passable at it. For her dance partner's sake, she really hoped so.
But Anna needn't have worried. She thankfully didn't mess up and make a fool of herself by being clumsy and stepping on her partner's feet or tripping. This is a first, she mused to herself happily. They danced for a long while, and the entire time Anna was mesmerized by the other's riveting blue eyes and her kissable lips. Oh, how she wanted nothing more than to bring those lips to her own. Her entire body warmed at the thought and she swore the woman sensed what she was thinking and feeling because those eyes twinkled with mirth which in turn made Anna burn up even more.
Those lips moved dangerously close to her own and then bypassed them to hover next to her ear. "Are you enjoying yourself?" the woman whispered alluringly, sending an electric jolt through Anna's body. Anna nodded mutely in response as her hands tightened around the other's waist. She saw those eyes darken in color as they fell briefly to Anna's hands and their death-like grip on her. She trembled as lips faintly grazed her ear and she felt them form into a smile against her skin. "Let's go somewhere more… private."
Anna swore the floor was crumbling beneath her as her legs almost gave way at the sudden disappearance of the other's contact. She started to protest, wanting to feel the closeness again, when the woman's hands took hold of her own and she led them purposefully off the dance floor, away from the sea of masked bodies. They left the main hall and headed towards the door leading outside and into the royal garden. It should have struck Anna as odd that this person could so easily find her way around the place without making a wrong turn and getting lost, but she was too busy admiring the back of the blonde's slightly wavy hair and the smooth swaying of her hips to really take notice.
The scent of flowers permeated the air as they entered the garden. Anna wasn't too fond of the smell as it reminded her eerily of funerals, specifically her parents'. She was constantly reminded of death every time she entered the garden, which was why she avoided going there often. But for once thoughts of dead people and sadness didn't enter her brain as she was pulled along by the mysterious masked woman. Her mind was only on what was about to take place…
Wait, what?
Her heart pounded rapidly in her chest, so hard that she could feel her pulse through her own hands. She swore she would see her heart escaping from her body at any moment. Everything was moving way too fast! Anna balked and the other sensed her hesitation and stopped leading her on, retracting her hand and meeting her eyes almost guiltily.
"I'm sorry," the woman whispered, suddenly seeming very unsure of the situation, self-consciously brushing a loose strand of platinum hair that fell in front of her face aside. Her arms wrapped around her body and she turned away. They were completely alone, out of sight and earshot of everyone and anyone, but she continued speaking in a hushed whisper, as if afraid someone would overhear. "I shouldn't have imposed on you like this. I'll—"
Anna's fear dissipated and was replaced with determination and a burning desire she'd never felt before in her life. Perhaps it had something to do with the masks and the fact that whoever this stranger was would never know her true identity. They'd never meet again, and even if they did happen to meet in the future, at least they wouldn't recognize each other.
Or perhaps it had everything to do with the way those pouting, enticing lips pleaded for her to kiss them. Whatever the cause, she grabbed the woman's arm and forced her to turn and face her. She tugged her close, cutting the woman's words off with a firm but gentle kiss. It was not too demanding or greedy but enough to signal to the other that she was more than okay with whatever she had planned.
The woman tensed at the sudden and unexpected action before relaxing and giving into the kiss. She let out a pleasant sigh and wrapped her arms around Anna's shoulders, deepening the kiss and pressing her body closer.
Anna experienced a sense of vertigo and teetered backwards. She braced for the impending impact of the ground making contact with her back, but instead of the expecting thud and forthcoming pain, she felt the sturdiness of a tree behind her. She silently thanked the tree for its support as she continued tasting the other woman's mouth uninterrupted, marveling at how delicious and sweet and intoxicating she was. Her hands moved seemingly by themselves, ambitiously exploring the body that was so dangerously close to her own.
Purring at her touch, the woman caught one of Anna's wandering hands to place it firmly against a clothed but very prominent breast, and it didn't take long before the other hand followed suit, no assistance necessary.
As Anna fondled what could only be perfection, the woman brought her leg up and inserted it between Anna's thighs, causing the princess to gasp out loud against the other's mouth from the sudden but welcoming contact. The kiss between them heated up after that, their tongues colliding against each other in a blissful duel.
They slid to the ground, Anna barely feeling the rough bark of the tree scratching against her back on the journey down, cutting into her exposed skin and slightly tearing the cloth of her dress. The woman straddled her waist and gazed down at her with such hunger, Anna was sure she was about to be eaten alive, and she was more than willing to be devoured by the woman. A hand pushed up the skirt of her dress and snaked its way up her leg, a trail of goosebumps following the caress. The hand hovered mere inches away from Anna's open thighs and her inviting sweet spot. Anna impatiently raised her lower body to eagerly meet that hand, wanting so badly to feel its promising touch. But the hand had the nerve to retreat from her! She growled in frustration and grabbed the back of the woman's head to crush their lips together aggressively.
The masks were becoming a terrible annoyance for Anna. She wanted the object preventing her from pressing her naked nose up against the blonde's and rubbing their cheeks together gone. She desperately wanted to see the lovely woman she was with and she was so close to ripping the masks off their faces but somehow restrained herself.
The woman broke away from the kiss, breathless, and Anna smirked, relishing in the knowledge that she had caused that breathlessness. The other gulped in a mouthful of air before diving back down. Her lips slid off Anna's, taking a minor detour and leaving a saliva trail all the way down to her uncovered chin until they rested on her neck. Anna closed her eyes, enjoying the sensations, her hands once more roaming, memorizing the feel and shape of the body that was achingly close to her own. She was startled when teeth nibbled delicately against her neck and then she giggled, wriggling her body to escape the ticklish administrations while at the same time not wanting it to stop. The woman chuckled and continued her assault as if she were a well-mannered vampire, sucking and licking the marks her teeth left behind before returning to Anna's lips. Her hand resumed its course to Anna's secret place… and infuriatingly paused once again.
Anna felt as if her whole body was on fire and she was going to explode. She was painfully drenched down below and needed the contact the woman was withholding so badly. She was embarrassingly close to begging for it, barely containing the shout that was fighting to erupt from her mouth. Instead, she allowed but a small whimper to escape.
That seemed to be the signal the woman needed to close the gap. Her hand wormed its way inside Anna's surprisingly soaked panties and the blonde gasped from the feeling in pleased shock. She cupped Anna's crotch, her fingers ever so slightly brushing against her throbbing, erect nub and Anna's body arched at the touch as she moaned loudly.
"Please…" Did that needy expulsion come from her mouth? It must have because the woman's lips were once more preoccupied with her neck and couldn't have spilled out of them unless she had the ability to throw her voice. A velvety tongue caressed the side of Anna's jaw line and her head spun as persistent fingers stroked the fire that was burning down below. Her hands clawed up the woman's back and attached to the soft and silky white-blonde hair as her hips jutted forward against her will, demanding the hand to stop its teasing and to get on with it. She heard the woman's breath hitch as their pelvises smashed together.
It seemed the other finally had enough of torturing her or she just became increasingly impatient herself because she mercifully entered Anna. Anna hardly felt the temporary stinging pain that came with the breach. The sexual tension that coursed through her body tuned out any pain she might have felt before her body could register it.
There was a brief pause as the woman allowed Anna's body to adjust to the intrusion inside it, to welcome it. Then, slowly the delicate fingers pushed in and out and gradually her hips mimicked the motion so their bodies undulated together in unison. Gasping and panting as one, their rhythm and pace increased with each thrust. Anna craved to have the woman's soft, naked body against her own, wholeheartedly despising the clothes that covered their bodies and kept that experience from her.
They held onto each other, the friction between them growing stronger and stronger until it became too much. Anna threw back her head in wild abandonment, her head thumping hard against the tree as an orgasm escaped her body in a very vocal manner. She felt the woman's body spasm against her almost immediately after and collapse weightlessly on top of her.
The two were quiet as they regained their breath and calmed their overly excited hearts. The woman extracted her hand from its hiding spot and pushed herself up so she could look down at Anna. Their eyes connected and they nervously shared a laugh together.
"That was fun," the woman murmured.
"Yes, it certainly was," Anna agreed breathlessly.
The masked vixen leaned down for a final deep kiss and whispered, "Thank you."
Anna started to say, "Shouldn't I be the one thanking you?" The woman had done most of the work, after all. But before Anna could utter the words she was already gone.
The cold that followed her secret lover's departure made Anna crash back down to earth. She suddenly became very aware that she was lying on the ground against a tree, dress askew and likely looking like a total mess. But a good mess, she assured herself as she climbed to her feet shakily, brushing dirt and grass off herself. Her body trembled fiercely, still recovering from the intense encounter. Somehow she managed to walk towards the fountain at the center of the garden and sat down by the shimmering pool of water, waiting till the earthquake inside her subsided. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply as her mind relived the event that literally took place only minutes ago and she flushed at the memory.
Did that REALLY happen? Anna thought dazedly. The more she thought about it, the more unreal it seemed. It was something she would have expected from an erotic romance novel, really. She certainly never imagined herself to ever be in such an intimate position with someone she knew nothing about. It was insane! Anna pinched herself to make sure she wasn't dreaming and yelped from the pain her fingers induced.
Nope, she wasn't dreaming.
Anna lounged there by the fountain with a satisfied smile spread across her face for an hour or so, and once her body was functional again, she stood on steady legs and made her way inside the castle. Not wanting to be seen by anyone in her disheveled state, she skirted through the halls until she safely arrived at the door to her own room. The party must have still been going on considering how she encountered no servants or leaving guests the entire way. The masquerade ball certainly appeared to have been a major success.
Upon entering her room she unceremoniously dumped herself onto her bed with the intention of falling fast asleep, her body overcome with sweet exhaustion. Maybe if she was lucky she'd dream a beautiful dream with a certain someone as the star, only this time with no stupid masks or clothes present… Her vivid imagination would fill in the blanks and attach the perfect face to match the lithesome body that had so graciously rutted against her.
As her head hit the pillows she winced in pain from the scrapes on her back and the bump on her head that the tree so generously gave her, not that it was entirely the tree's fault…
Anna groaned and made herself sit up. A bath was probably a good idea. She'd clean herself up first and then dream.