a/n: here are all the things you should know about this story before we start (because if i weren't too busy to function this would be much longer than a one shot, but christmas is here, so here are the cliff notes)

1. this story is about werewolves/faeries

2. a couple hundred years ago, vampires attacked the faerie population, and then werewolves stepped in to defend the faerie population. in doing so, a lot of werewolves died (a lot a lot). since then, faeries have tried to protect/honor werewolves the best way they know how — by ingraining protective spells into their skin. lots of them.

3. there are no vampires in this story

4. this is my christmas gift to the fandom, happy holidays

xxx

Anna has been ready to get her first spell ingrained since she was four years old.

It's not an exaggeration — that was the age her dad first showed her all of his and what they were for and when he got them. He told her about the protection spell and the one for balance and stability and prosperity. He'd touch the part of the skin the spell was ingrained on and then his skin would light up with foreign letters. Anna didn't know how to read any faerie language, but she knew whatever it was, it was powerful. Her dad had gotten loads of spells ingrained by the time Anna was born, and even more by the time he died. It's the thing Anna remembers the clearest about him, and now she's finally old enough to get some of her own.

Werewolves have to wait until they're 18 to get spells ingrained, since it's the age werewolves are officially ready to go into battle, and also since spells are a really powerful form of faerie magic. It's been a tradition since faeries and werewolves aligned, to protect the wolves going into war.

There hasn't been a war, or a great conflict, since before Anna was born, but werewolves are still excited by the idea of turning 18 and getting faerie magic ingrained in their skin. The last year of waiting has been especially painful for Anna.

This is mostly due to the fact that her best mate, Kristoff, is a year older and hasn't stopped showing his first one off since he got back from the forest. Not to say he's been a dick about it, doesn't have it in him to be a twit. It's just that he's been so obnoxiously happy about the whole thing. He got it on the outside of his right bicep and hasn't worn a shirt with sleeves since (even though no one can see it unless it's activated or he touches the area). Anna's heard the story of the day he got it 87 times, starting from what he ate for breakfast, to how cool the fairie's wings were with their intricate designs.

And Anna's happy for him, truly, since she's not a dick either. But she can't help being upset, because it all just feels like spoilers. Not that anything could ever dampen how amazing her experience is going to be, but she wants it all to be a surprise, which is hard with Kristoff mouthing off about it all the time.

So her anticipation just overwhelms her for the better part of a year, until three days after she turns 18, when she gets her very own faerie invitation to meet up.

Anna's visit is scheduled first thing in the morning on a Saturday.

She wakes up earlier than usual, eats three eggs, two slices of bacon, and four pieces of toast for breakfast, and then she stumbles into the forest behind her house in thrown on skinny jeans and a sleeveless deadpool t-shirt. She would have worn shorts, since it's 80 degrees even though it's winter, but her official invitation said she will be meeting with Elsa, an ice faerie (so it might get a little cold).

Her excitement's a bit amplified, since it's apparently a special occasion; ice faeries typically aren't the ones to ingrain the first spells into werewolves. They're sort of faerie royalty, so their magic is more powerful and reserved for werewolf elders, or more intricate spells. But the invite mentioned something about Anna's dad being a 'dear friend of the ice fae', so they're making an exception as a show of gratitude and respect.

Which, again, she's not a dick — but (holy shit an ice faerie) this is going to be so much better than Kristoff's experience, she can feel it.

She's been in this forest a million times and knows it like the back of her hand, so when she makes a left turn at the giant tree with the rope swing and is suddenly in a flowery, fruit filled clearing instead of by the river, she knows something's amiss. Anna claps her hands together excitedly. This has to be faerie magic.

At first glance it looks like there's no one around, but Anna's heard that when faeries are in their tiny form they just look like butterflies. So she walks over to the only butterfly she sees, which is hovering around a lily, and introduces herself.

"Hi," she says, voice both too loud and embarrassingly squeaky. "I'm Anna, I'm here about the..."

The faerie flutters away suddenly, and it's all a bit awkward, but Anna's key personality trait is her determination. She just follows close behind as the faerie flies between fruits and flowers. "As I was saying, I'm Anna." She takes a couple more steps as the faerie flutters to a new flower. "Maybe you don't remember we were supposed to meet today? My dad was Royland, he, um I think you knew —"

The faerie quickly turns and zooms off to the left of Anna and, okay. Anna loves and respects faeries, she does, but ugh. It's all she can do not to roll her eyes as she turns to keep up. "Hi, if it's a bad day for you, that's fine. I don't mean to intrude or anything." The faerie settles on a flower, and after a minute with no response, Anna deflates. She can only keep it up for so long. "Alright, then. I guess that's it. Is tomorrow better?"

Nothing. Still nothing. What.

She doesn't mind coming back later, it's just. She's a tiny bit frustrated because the faerie isn't listening, and —

Anna's ears perk up because she hears giggling, and it's surprisingly coming from behind her and not from the faerie in front of her.

"You're talking to a butterfly," someone says, and Anna turns around to greet them, but there's no one behind her. Maybe it was coming from the butterfly. Her senses are normally a lot better than this. "Up here, in the tree."

Anna looks up and, oh. Oh. There's a girl perched on a branch and her wings do look a lot like a butterflys' except they're a lot bigger and a lot more beautiful(ler?). They've got blue swirls and intricate intersecting lines and everything's symmetrical just like butterfly wings. The girl they're attached to is also beautiful. She has bright blue eyes and a long blonde braid decorated in snowflake-shaped crystals. When she flutters down from the tree to the ground, her bangs topple over her face and she quickly tries to rearrange them.

Anna tries not to focus on the fact that the only thing covering the faeries sensitive bits are a few leaves strung together with some vines.

"Hi, I'm Elsa," the faerie says, after wrestling with her hair a few seconds, and still missing a few strands. "You're Anna, yeah? Heard you when you introduced yourself to that butterfly."

Anna nods and tries not to blush. She's usually talkative, but for some reason her tongue's suddenly stuck to the roof of her mouth. Maybe she's said enough already.

"Y'know," Elsa continues, "I was originally just gonna jump down and startle you, but this turned out to be a much better prank."

Oh oh. Faeries love pranks, Anna remembers now. That puts her in a bit of a better mood, was all in good fun. "Yeah, really set myself up with that one," she laughs.

Elsa laughs as well, like they're both in on a big joke, and then she loops her arm around Anna's waist and tugs them both to the ground. "Tell me something interesting about yourself, Anna, daughter of Royland," she says, once they're seated.

Anna taps on her lip, the way she does when she's doing serious thinking, and then she decides the best fact about herself is, "Everyone always says werewolves are supposed to love meat, but I really enjoy salads. Especially with tomato and avocado. It's refreshing."

Elsa's grin widens and she decides, "I like you, Anna," and shifts even closer than she was before. "So, a little about me. I'm an ice faerie, I like laughs and teasing. I also like flowers and fruits and making my own gardens. And, um, I'm not sure what else you'd like to know?"

Oh, goody, Anna loves learning new things about others. "So, have you done lots of spells for werewolves?"

Elsa shakes her head and her bangs topple over her face again. It's cute, really, and now Anna's wondering if she's allowed to have a crush on a faerie, because it seems to be happening. But Elsa's so far out of her league, it's not even a considerable topic.

"This is my first one," Elsa says, carefully tucking strands of hair behind her ears. "— on a werewolf. But don't worry, I've done plenty on other faeries, I just get a bit nervous touching, um. Non-magical beings."

"Oh, why's that?"

Elsa shrugs. "It feels different, the way the magic flows. I'm always scared maybe I'll hurt someone, but. I think — i know I won't, it's just confidence, yeah?" She touches her finger down to her thigh as she says it and it lights up. "Even got one myself, just to be ready for this."

That's good enough for Anna, really. "Yeah, you'll be great, I'm sure." She smiles hard enough that it makes her eyes squinty, and Elsa bites down on her very, very pretty lip. Er, Anna should refocus. " So, uh, how do we decide what I get?"

Elsa hums, blinking slowly. Her eyelashes are also very long and full and pretty. "Mmm. I think we generally start everyone off with a spell of protection."

Anna knew this, from Kristoff, but she's still so happy her soul nearly leaves her body. She tries to play it cool, though, because she has a weird urge to impress Elsa. "Was thinking of requesting laser vision, myself, but protection will do."

Elsa looks offended, and shit, Anna's fucked up. "We can't give you laser vision, we're faeries, not a radioactive asteroid."

"Sorry," Anna says, ducking her head, "just a joke. I did all the history reading, honest. I really respect the art and responsibility of faerie spells. I'm just nervous, is all."

"Don't need to be rude, just 'cos you're nervous," Elsa says, and then she folds her arms and turns her face away indignantly and pouts. It gives Anna a view of her profile, which is also beautiful, but it also makes Anna's heart sink. She ducks her head so low, her chin is burrowing into her chest, and then suddenly Elsa's giggling again. Huh.

"Wow, wow. Werewolves are so sensitive, I'm only teasing," Elsa says, her eyes lighting up when she smiles.

Oh.

And, with that, Elsa turns back to Anna and pulls her into a tight hug, lingering a few seconds before unceremoniously shoving Anna onto her back in the grass and straddling her thigh.

Oh, again.

"Let's get started then, shall we?"

Anna's feeling a million things at once right now, including her racing heart beat. She barely processed the teasing, and then the hug (that was warm and amazing) and now Elsa's straddling her (also warm and amazing) and they're starting the spell, and. Kristoff never mentioned any of this in his faerie story. Elsa's going a thousand miles an hour, and Anna's just crawling.

"Um," Anna says, "uh, are we just going to do it here? In the open?"

Elsa shrugs. "Why not? No one's around." She scrunches up her nose, then. "Not that it has to be private, it's just a spell."

"No, not like that, just. Thought we might go to where you live or something."

"This is where I live," Elsa clarifies, "in the forest."

Right. Anna's an idiot. "Yeah, oh. That makes sense, sorry. Could you go over the process?"

Elsa smiles and her wings flutter, then she lifts Anna's shirt and spreads her hand on the skin over the ribs underneath her left breast. "It's simple, really. Spells can be done in many forms, but in this way I ingrain it in your skin, so it's more permanent and powerful. I write out the spell," she says, gently tracing lines with her finger over Anna's ribs, "and then it settles in, and it's done. The whole thing takes maybe 5 minutes."

Anna knew all of this, she's read a hundred books about it, but for some reason she's stalling. It's just… her heart's in her throat. Right in the center where she can feel herself swallow, it's throbbing. She's not sure what it is or why she's nervous and overwhelmed about the thing she's wanted her whole life, but it all feels like… too much.

"We can go slow," Elsa says slowly, as if she's modeling it with her words. "It doesn't have to be a scary process. It's not supposed to be a scary process. I'm giving you a little piece of my magic, so it can stay with you. Protecting you. Forever."

Anna nods, swallows hard, staycalmpleasestaycalm. Her heart is still in her throat, but she's not backing out of this. "Yeah, yeah. You're right. I'm just, I. I'm ready then. Let's get started."

Elsa gives her one last, quick smile, and then something shifts in her demeanor. She's focused now, studying the skin over Anna's ribs where she traced her fingers before. After a minute or two, she presses down on Anna's torso like she's making sure she's firmly on the ground, and then begins circling her wrist. At first it looks like she's stretching it, but then Elsa's entire hand begins to glow bright white with golden swirls of magic circling through it. Anna read about this as well, but it looks so much cooler in person.

"Going slow, yeah?" Elsa asks, once she's ready, and Anna just nods since her mouth is too dry to do anything else.

Elsa nods in response, and then she moves her eyes back to Anna's ribs as the gold swirls in her hand begin to pool in her pointer finger. When she first touches down, her finger feels cool, and then the magic starts to flow from her finger into Anna's skin. Which —

Holy hell.

It's like nothing Anna's ever felt before — it overloads all her senses immediately, sending waves of heat radiating through her diaphragm, like an aftershock, with each extension. The feeling goes from a little uncomfortable to really, really good in no time, the pain from it muddled and amplified simultaneously. It hurts and it lingers; the heat from it, a rush slowly flooding Anna from her torso all along her body. Her brain's instantly foggy, takes everything she has to crane her neck and keep her eyes focused on the gold trail Elsa's finger is leaving on her skin. The longer it goes, the hotter Anna feels, and it's. Just. So. Fucking. Much.

After a bit, Elsa dips her finger down, and then circles back up in a smooth swoop and Anna closes her eyes and tilts her head back, mouthing, "Oh fuck" as she digs her fingers and her heels deep into the dirt. When Elsa presses down harder and draws another swoop, Anna juts her hips up, but Elsa's straddling her thigh, so she only manages to grind her crotch against Elsa's thigh.

Which just makes everything worse.

Until this point, Anna's body has just been overwhelmed with the feeling, heat filling her up and just being generally consuming. But now the heat's more focused, concentrating between her legs and in her chest and in her head; Anna keeps moving her hips up and down in small thrusts because she just can't stop and everything's going from good to pleasurable. It's like the intelligence in her brain clicked off, and the only thing that makes sense anymore is consistently rubbing herself against Elsa's thigh.

She blinks her eyes open, when it starts getting to be too much, but all she can whimper is, "Please."

That gets Elsa to pause and look up from the spell she's ingraining, her eyes blue and wide and caring. "Just a little longer," she says and her voice reverberates through Anna's body, intensifying things even more.

Anna didn't even know it was possible to feel this much.

She juts her hips up again and when she brings them back down, she digs her ass in the ground and arches her back. Elsa responds immediately by splaying her free hand over Anna's chest and pressing her firmly back to the ground. Which only gets Anna to outright moan. And once she starts making noises, she can't properly stop, switching between mumbling shitshityes and pleasetoomuchplease.

Elsa's hand doesn't let up, though, as she continues ingraining the spell onto Anna's skin with more focus than ever. Somewhere in the back of Anna's mind she gets it, knows Elsa can't stop until she's finished, otherwise she'd have half a spell that doesn't mean anything.

But, fuck, it's just all too much to take in. Anna feels Elsa's weight everywhere, holding her down and steady, keeping her from moving. So the energy is building up constantly until her brain finally just… blanks. Anna squeezes her eyes shut and her chest contracts, forcing all the air from her lungs. Her legs are shaky when they snap closed and draw Elsa's thigh in. It feels like every muscle in her body is trying to flex at the same time, and Anna can't breathe because of it. But the heat's consistent and pulsing. Everything's pulsing and pulsing and pulsing and pulsing and then. It stops. And Anna's body collapses into the grass.

It takes a long minute before the world finally stops spinning.

And when it does, she feels faint, like she could just lie here and sleep for the next ten years. She blinks, hot and slow, for a few seconds before she just gives up and leaves her eyes closed. Anna snaps out it, though, when suddenly all the heat is sucked out of the air. Her senses all come back at once — her heart is racing and her arms are damp and her bangs are stuck to her forehead. Her jeans feel too tight, sticky with sweat, and rubbing uncomfortably against her skin.

It takes her a second to realize Elsa's leaning forward and her hand has moved from Anna's chest to her face, cupping her cheek with her thumb gently running across Anna's lips. It takes her another second to realize that Elsa's hand is the reason the heat was sucked from the air, it's sending cold waves through her body, competing with the heat from the other hand she's using to ingrain the spell. It's so, so much faerie magic at once and, fuck, it's…

"You're okay, you're okay," Elsa says, looking up from the spell to meet Anna's eyes. "I just have a little more to go and we're done. You're doing so well, okay? You're perfect."

Anna nods, she loves praise, but everything feels foggy all over again. It's not as intense as before, but it's still enough that it's just a little bit more than she can handle. Anna closes her eyes and opens her mouth without thinking about it, and Elsa's thumb slips right in. Instead of taking it out, though, she just leaves it there, and the cold coming from it is amplified since it's radiating from inside Anna now. She doesn't know how to tell Elsa to stop, doesn't know what to do. She's sure if she bit her, she'd get the point, but she's a werewolf. Werewolves don't bite faeries, they bite bad people.

So she does the only thing she can do, and sucks as hard as she can on Elsa's thumb while shaking her head. Elsa responds by removing her thumb, and then her whole hand from Anna's face. She then slides her leg over, so she's straddling Anna's entire waist and not just her thigh. Finally, she lifts the hand she was using to ingrain the spell.

It's such a relief, Anna immediately sinks into the grass and can breathe again. Her head is clear for the first time in… 5 minutes (? Honestly it felt like an hour, but she knows it doesn't usually take that long). She's just relieved it's over, to be honest, but a little part of her… misses the sensation. She'd definitely do it again, maybe after she's had time to recover.

When Anna finally opens her eyes, she finds Elsa staring down at her and her eyes are bluer than ever, but it looks like she's seconds from crying.

Fuck. "Don't cry," Anna says, her voice scratchier than she wants it to be.

Elsa starts twisting her hands together, and she looks like she's going to cry even more. "I messed up didn't I? I hurt you?"

"No." Anna shakes her head. That's the farthest from the truth. "No no no. You didn't hurt me, was the opposite. It felt, uh… too good?"

Elsa doesn't look convinced, so Anna sits up and then. Well, then she's just got a mostly naked faerie in her lap and she's really, really close. Anna didn't really think this through. She clears her throat six times, though, and then she grabs Elsa's waist since she's afraid hugging her might crush her wings.

"I promise," she says, "it was amazing, best thing I've felt in my entire life."

Elsa shakes her head. "You fainted, no one's ever done that before."

"Yeah, well, um." Anna's not sure how to say that she's pretty sure she fainted from having an orgasm and that one hundred percent makes her the one that messed up, not Elsa. So she goes with, "It was good, I promise. If I had a choice, I'd want you to do all my spells for me, only want your magic."

Anna entirely means that, but saying it has a bit of a different effect than Anna expected, because the flowers around them begin to over-bloom. She's positive if she weren't holding Elsa down, she'd flutter right off of Anna's lap.

"You're sure, you mean that, me? Just me?" Elsa sputters.

"Yeah," Anna says, still sure of herself albeit a bit bewildered. "You're nice and sensitive and I think… you're (beautiful, special, amazing?) great." She's not sure if faeries need to breathe, but Elsa's not doing it right now, so Anna goes with plan B and distracts her. "Oh, right! The spell. I haven't seen it yet, let's have a look?"

She expects Elsa to finally leave her lap to let her have a look, but instead she leans back just enough for Anna to lift her shirt and touch it. It's still twinging a bit with muffled pain, and looking at it makes Anna get a fluttery feeling in her stomach — but the spell is really quite beautiful, golden lines linking together in curved lettering. She loves it.

"I love it," Anna says.

Elsa bites her lip and she blushes and Anna's heart swells to a thousand times its size. She's a ton more confident this time when she says, "I only want your magic, Elsa. It feels amazing."

"I will, I want you to have it," Elsa says, flustered, and then she pulls Anna into a tight hug.

It's a bit weird, since Anna's known Elsa maybe less than half an hour now, but she's already addicted to seeing her happy. And that's perfectly fine, she thinks, since Anna now has a piece of Elsa inside of her. And she's the only werewolf that has a piece of Elsa inside of her. It's only natural she wants Elsa to be happy.

And it's only natural for her to try her best to be the one that makes her happy.