The temperature of the room dropped precipitously, as the newly-crowned Queen shuffled back, swirls of icy crystals creeping across the walls.
"Anna, you-" Elsa choked out.
"Stop talking Elsa. Stop. All these years, I've thought I wanted to hear your voice," the redheaded little sister scowled at her ruler, and balled her fists.
"But somewhere along the way, I realized I didn't want your voice; I don't care about that anymore. My sister is gone."
Eyes widened, and Elsa realized for the first time that she had been catastrophically wrong to stay away from Anna for all those years. Anna took another step forward, and filled her vision again.
"What... what could you possibly want so much, yet not demand? Anything; anyone."
The younger sister stopped a stride from her elder, and sneered into eyes glowing with fear and anticipation.
"For years, Elsa."
"Wh-what?" she asked, incredulous.
"I've been over the list of staff three times, in as many years. Do you know what that means?"
Elsa gulped. She knew where this was going; the cake they'd secretively shared on the younger's birthday still lingered in her mouth, the scent still lingered in her sheets. Her guilt-ridden, unwashed sheets. She would never let anyone touch her bed again. The fork from that time still made its home in the folds of her dress.
Elsa let her eyes fall to the floor between them, and shakily groaned.
"You can have anyone. Seriously."
Anna stepped forward, and grabbed the shaking wrists of her Queen.
"I want the one person that would give everything for me."
With that, Elsa was pushed into the wall roughly, and probing fingers tore at her dress. Fearing the Princess' voraciousness, she pushed her back, and settled further back, unlacing her petticoat as she did so.
As soon as it was off, Anna fairly ripped at the chemise under it, exposing the Queen's most precious possession. Covered in a tuft of icy blonde fur, Elsa's womanhood throbbed under her gaze. Lifting her eyes to the shaken monarch's, the aggressive royal spare ran a finger along her sister's virgin slit.
"You've never had anyone, have you?"
With tears ruining her makeup, Elsa screwed her eyes shut, and shook her head rapidly.
"Good."
Anna whiffed the air quickly, taking in the heady musk of longing.
"You want this, don't you?"
Elsa's eyes shot open, tears blurring the ice in her eyes. She opened her mouth, but no words came. Instead, she nodded. Like a marionette, Elsa found her voice only when she had accepted that she was never going to get her way.
"I-if we do this, we can't-"
She was silenced by her sister's lips on her own. Repulsion and fear mingled with guilt and ferocious desire. She had lost.
"I will make you mine. And no one will take you," Anna growled to her face, only scant inches away, "because you are mine. And everyone will know."
Elsa's eyes widened even more, and she watched her sister crawl down her body as her mouth dropped open, and Anna made good on her wildest fantasies, and covered her sex with her mouth.