Thawed Hearts

by Lord Redmoon

The Greater winter is over and the two sisters quickly discover their feelings are stronger then they ever knew. Meanwhile a great war is brewing throughout the neighboring countries. The roots of this war are buried deep in history and both sisters are shocked to learn that their parents were some of the first casualties. Elsanna, Incest

1. Chapter 1

(these author notes are left unchanged, just a reminder, I, Lord Redmoon, AM Salathi, This is just my more recent and more active account which I am changing all stories over too.)

(old)Author's Note: Alright guys don't hate me for this PLEASE, but here is the start of the restart of Thawed Hearts. I have rewritten this story for one big reason so let me explain. I started writing this story for the heck of it, didn't really plan to get to much into it and wasn't even planning to post it anywhere until I was just kinda like "What the heck, you know what I'll put it up," which I did. Then I got all you great readers who fell in love with it but I started to realize something. There were a lot of things that I knew were going on in the story in my head, that I had not included in the story itself. And I was rushing myself. I would write chapters in like one sitting, reread it and post it. I am putting much more effort into this now. I am deepening character's personalities, giving you more perspectives; just GIVING YOU MORE of what you all liked. And that is my big reason for doing this: TO GIVE YOU ALL MORE of this story.

Cover Art: The cover art is a piece made by the extremely talented Boringmu on DeviantArt. And he has plenty of other wonderful pieces (including an absolutely adorable May and Torchic Pokémon piece).

My Awesome beta reader: Heroism as he is known on fanficiton has put forth is almighty skill to make sure that this piece of work is free of grammatical errors. He has also had many helpful pieces of advice to improve my writing in general.

Warnings: Incest Elsanna (don't like, don't read; simple), smut (straight and femslash), and some depressing pasts and current events (BUT A LOT OF FLUFF TO CUSHION IT).

Disclaimers: A lot of Disney characters and references to Disney films are included in this story (Frozen, Tangled, Brave, Maleficent, Snow White and the Huntsman, Beauty and the Beast, Rise of the Guardians, The Little Mermaid, Peter Pan)—and I own none of the characters from these respective works. I do, however, claim some of my own OC characters like Cecilia (Maleficent's older sister), Fredrick (a birch wood treant) and others.

Thawed Hearts

Chapter 1: The Visitor

}-,-'— (Anna) –'-,-{

Knock

Knock

Knock

"Elsa?" I said in a whisper as I stood before her door. A door that until very recently had always kept me from my sister. I always hated it, even though it was never locked anymore; it always reminded me of the past thirteen years. That time had been a sort of Hell on earth to me, locked up in this castle, separated from everyone both inside and out. And while I was always so close to the most important person in the world, I was never close enough.

From the time I was little, Elsa had been my obsession. I would wake every morning and pester her until she played with me. Even as a little five year old, I would spend every moment of the day planning what we would do in the evening. Her presence had been addicting to me. She was perfect, flawless and powerful; things for which I both envied and worshipped her. Time came to pass, and in doing so two things happened: my growing older, and, perhaps as a result of fate, me and Elsa's separation. But our time apart did nothing to stop me. Still each morning and night I would go to Elsa's door. Every day I would plan how I would break in, or break her out of her room.

But now I had no need to break in or break her out. Elsa had given me permission to enter her room at any time for any reason.

I have been going to her room every night since The Great Thaw. I was plagued by nightmares of Elsa's death, of my failure to save her, and the only thing to soothe them was to sleep beside my sister.

But this time, this night there was no reply to my call. I tried again, louder.

Knock

Knock

Knock

"Elsa?" I said in a normal voice as my heart quivered with apprehension.

Still no reply came from the other side of the door; only a heavy silence that seemed to weigh down on my chest and make it difficult for me to breathe.

I was trembling, my whole body shaking like I was freezing. Though I barely felt the cold anymore, not since I myself had thawed. No, I was shaking in worry and fear. Every night for the past week I would come here after my nightmares and Elsa would answer me immediately after the third knock. But here I was—six knocks and two verbal questions later—with no reply.

Hands shaking, I gripped Elsa's door knob and turned, pushing the door open slowly and slipping inside, telling myself all the while that she would just be asleep in bed.

Elsa's room was completely devoid of her presence and my heart felt as if it had dropped through the floor. My eyes scanned her room until they fell upon her desk. There was something shining in the moonlight pouring through Elsa's bedroom window. The shining object seemed to beckon to me and I walked over to it. As I drew closer I could truly start to make out what it was. It was an ice sculpture of someone with one hand outstretched in front of her face. It was a statue of myself, no bigger than my hand and detailed as if produced by the labors of a master craftsman.

The mini-me stood on a pedestal with the words "You saved me" engraved on it. I decided to admire what was obviously my sister's work at a later time, because on the desk next to the statue was a folded piece of paper with "Read me" written on the front.

I immediately picked it up and unfolded it, desperate to read what my sister had left for me.

Dear Anna:

If you are reading this, then I did not return before your nightmares woke you tonight.. I am very sorry, but know I will be back soon. Something very important came up and it required my attention. You are welcome to anything in my room. It is all open to you, dear sister. Please make yourself at home until my return. If the fear of your dream is too much for you, there is something that may help comfort you. I had hoped to show you my art gallery in-person, however I have left the key for the room on my desk and you are welcome to enter and explore it.

Your loving sister,

Elsa

I gently refolded the letter after rereading it a third time. My anxieties were both relieved and renewed by what my sister had told me in the letter. Elsa had left without me to do something important, or so she said. Something so important that it meant she had to attend to it in the middle of the night. I didn't know where she was and I didn't really know when she would return. Just these facts were enough to set my heart racing in my chest. Thoughts like Will she ever come back; What if she gets lost; and What if she gets hurt drifting through my mind and causing me to pace furiously.

Eventually my worry and anger faded and I was able to bring my feet to a stop. "Elsa will return. She promised me that she would and I trust her, don't I? Of course I do." I told myself.

My eyes wandered to her desk, searching for the key she had mentioned in the letter; the key that would let me into her gallery. Elsa and I had been spending a lot of time together, nearly every moment of it that wasn't taken away by Elsa's Queenly duties. in fact. Elsa was turning from a distant, desperate obsession I barely understood back into the sister I knew like the back of my hand. She still loved chocolate, she still loved to read; her favorite stories were ones where the main character had a power; something they didn't understand, or others didn't understand—something they learned to control and use; and in the end it was because of this power they were able to save the world, or their friends and loved ones, or all three. I had broken out in laughter when she told me this, but I had to quickly explain that, in other words, she liked reading about people like herself. Elsa had frowned at this for a while then smiled sadly and nodded. I still didn't know the source of her sadness that day.

Elsa also loved to skate, though she had only been able to do it once in her life. It was in the courtyard not too long ago, actually. And I have to say, she is a goddess when it comes to ice skating, just like she is in everything else. She could move gracefully through the ice as if the ice itself was moving her, which was totally possible come to think of it.

There was something I had learned about Elsa that both surprised and awed me. She was an amazing artist, and when I say amazing I mean it; the little statue of me a testament of it. She painted, drew and made sculptures; and with the sculptures she could just wave her hand and make her imagination real. While I have seen many pieces made by her hand, I have yet to enter her personal gallery. I knew that no one (not even the servants) were allowed to go in there.

Picking up the key, I quickly rushed to the door and used the key to unlock it. Taking a deep breath to try and calm my overwhelming excitement, I opened the door and stepped in.

What I saw inside froze my feet to the floor and my heart beat like crazy. The room was completely circular, nearly every inch of the walls covered in paintings and charcoal drawings of varying sizes. Each work of art was a masterpiece in my eyes. They all had the meticulous, painstaking perfection that Elsa put into every single thing she ever did. The details in each work were beyond anything I had seen in the castle's art gallery, and I would know, seeing as how I've talked to all of them. But it wasn't the number of art pieces, nor the skill with which they had been made that froze me in my tracks and made my heart hammer in my chest like a humming bird. Every single piece of art was focused on one person. It was clear that this one person had been the source of Elsa's thoughts and inspiration for the entire gallery, and that one person.. was me.

I was completely still, my mind blank, and for the first time in my memory I didn't know what to feel. Was I awed? Shocked? Happy? Confused? Sad? I couldn't really tell. Maybe all of them at once.

Slowly I lifted my right foot, which felt as if it was being sucked back to the ground as I pulled it up and took steps deeper into the room. With each step my feet became lighter and lighter. By the time I reached the center of the room I was absolutely bubbling over with excitement. For my entire life, Elsa had been the center of the thoughts of my being, every fiber of my core. She was the foundation of my very life even when there had been a door between us. And I never once considered that she thought of me as much. I mean, I knew she loved me—I'm her sister. And she told me that she had been separated from me to keep me safe; she even told me how she hurt me with her powers when we were children. But this, this was proof—undeniable proof that I had been in her thoughts quite a lot. I could even see small difference in skill among the paintings, small hints as to which were the oldest and the newest based on how Elsa prowess had developed over the years.

I couldn't stand still. I was rushing from one side of the room to the other completely at random as paintings caught my attention and I ran to study them. There was me with the ducklings, me building a snowman, me riding a bike through the hallway, and me lying on my back in the castle's art gallery. I was a toddler in some, a young teen in others, but I didn't find any of me that looked like myself of the past 3 years; nothing of me since I turned fifteen. And I stopped as I realized this. Nothing since our parents died. Elsa didn't have even a single piece of art in here that was from a time after our parents died.

My joy and excitement at seeing my sister's art drained from me quickly replaced by sorrow. Did Elsa stop making art when they died, I thought as I gazed around more, my eyes filled with mourning as I did so. With my enthusiasm gone, I was able to take more notice of the room around me and for the first time I realized there was another door here, besides the one I had come in through. This one was solid black, completely unlike the white or cream doors in the rest of the castle. I moved towards it with a dulled curiosity, my mood still too drab for my previous excitement to resurface. I found the door locked. The key Elsa gave me did nothing to open it.

Sighing deeply, I backed away from the door and forced a smile. "Elsa will let me see into that room eventually, I'm sure. Until then, I'll enjoy this gallery and absolutely everything in it." I told myself, determined to pull myself out of depression.

I ran back to Elsa's bedroom, then I gathered up all of her pillows and blankets I could find both on her bed and in her closet, and even the pillows on her windowsill where I knew she loved to read; I piled them all in the center of Elsa's gallery and tucked myself in to wait for her return.

}-,-'— (Maleficent) –'-,-{

4 Days Ago—

"Your Majesty, I carry a message from Pabbie, chieftain of a clan of trolls to the north." A young treant spoke up as he knelt on the moss floor before my throne. He was a birch wood treant and he had yet to grow any kind of moss on his white bark-covered body, giving the impression that a sapling had just bent itself into the shape of a man and started walking around.

"Please speak, Fredrick. I am curious to know what he has to say." I replied, a finger playing with the iron charm around my neck. It was a spinning wheel; something I wore as a constant reminder of my greatest failures and as a symbol of mourning for my true love. The constant burn of the iron was my self-inflicted punishment. It was only a small payment, not nearly enough to make up for my sins. And it didn't cause enough pain and longing to drown out the aching in my heart—but Aurora would never forgive me if I let our kingdom fall into ruin.

"Yes, your Majesty."

Fredrick straightened and closed his eyes to focus on giving the message he had memorized.

"Your Majesty, Queen Maleficent, I have found a young human woman with powers over winter. For many years her powers were out of her control. Only recently had she gained dominance and discipline over them. She had requested your presence and aid in regards to her fear of a curse on her sister. Personally, I feel you should meet with her and her sister. This woman, Queen Elsa of Arendelle, and her sister have recently broken a curse very similar to the one which plagues you. Perhaps you can learn more about it by meeting them." Fredrick finished and opened his eyes. "That is all, Your Majesty."

"Thank you, Fredrick. You may go," I replied, doing my best to keep my face calm and emotionless. Inside, my mind was racing, my heart was pounding and I was starting to feel something I thought I lost long ago. Hope.

Once I was along, I stood abruptly and took to the air, heading towards my home as fast as my wings could carry me. The beauty of the land below me, which had been lost to my eyes for nearly a century was once again catching my attention and I smiled at its wild beauty. Gods above, it had been so long since I last smiled.

I landed on soft earth under the tree that was my home, but I did not move up into the large branches; instead I placed my hand to the trunk of the tree and whispered my request to it.

"Let me see her."

The tree happily complied and its roots started to move to my left, shifting both themselves and stone until a staircase was revealed. I quickly traveled down the stairs into the earth below, conjuring flames to my fingers for light as I went until I reached the bottom and entered into a stone room. Flicking my fingers, the flames streaked from my hand to torches in the corners. The room became washed over in flickers of firelight.

My heart ached at the site before me. The most beautiful woman in the world lay on a bed of moss covered in fur. Her blond hair spread out on the bed below her like a halo of sunlight. But her beauty was marred, tarnished by the ghostly paleness of her skin and lips. It was the color of death; a death which my beloved Aurora was so close to entering.

I slowly walked up to her side, trembling hands reaching out to stroke her cheek. I knew Aurora wasn't dead, not yet, at least; but still, looking at her like this made me feel as though her corpse was before me. And her skin was so cold, like ice to the touch, like the ice that was growing in her.

When Aurora was first afflicted with this magical ailment a hundred years ago I had tried everything in my power to cure her, but my magic was that of fate, and of light and darkness; and of animals and plants. I knew nothing of this elemental curse upon her that was slowly turning her to ice. I had found other fae, survivors of the great war in which my parents and sister died. A few of them knew some elemental magic. With their knowledge and my power we had been able to thaw all but her heart.

I had demanded to know why we were unable to purge the magic completely. The only useful answer I got was: "Whomever cursed her is more powerful than we are." And that had really set me off, even now I couldn't keep my hands from clenching in anger from the remembrance.

Someone had cursed my Aurora. And this person was stronger.. than I? The Queen of the Fae I cannot deny that some of my anger that day was fueled by fear. But here I stood a century later and this person had never made themselves known.

When I realized I could no longer help her I did the only thing I could think of. I put her in the deepest of slumbers, the same magical sleep I had cursed her with at birth. I could wake her at any time with just a soft kiss, but then the ice would ravage her body once more. At least like this she was alive, if only barely.

And now a young Queen of Arendelle has appeared with power over winter. That is how Pabbie worded it, wasn't it? Wording is everything. He didn't say "Ability to influence winter," or "Control of the cold." No, he had said power over winter, meaning this Queen dominated winter. It was completely subjugated unto her.

"I may yet be able to save you, my love," I whispered as I stoked Aurora's jaw slowly. "But I must leave you so. I will miss you." And with that I turned and left, determination flooding through my entire being. I will get this Queen to aid me by whatever means necessary. Aurora has been asleep long enough.

}-,-'— (Elsa) –'-,-{

I was trying to use the steady thumping of my horse's hooves to block out my thoughts of worry for Anna. "Anna is probably having a nightmare right now and I will not be there to comfort her when she comes. What if she doesn't find my note? What if she freaks out and tries to come find me? Gosh, I should have told a servant to tell her instead of leaving a note…" I rambled on in a panic. Obviously the sound of my horse wasn't helping, but I was trying.

I was astride a beautiful snow white clydesdale with a frosty ice blue mane and tail, oh and it was made of snow. My sister doesn't call me the Snow Queen for nothing. I hadn't named my horse. I was terrible at coming up with names. I once made a huge snow guardian to protect me and my castle of ice and the only name I could come up with was "Marshmallow." Brilliant, I know. Needless to say I didn't have any names better than that for my horse, so I decided to just leave it nameless.

My horse was carrying on like a ghost through the forest without any trail to follow. It knew the way the same as I knew the way to the Valley of the Living Rock. The first night after we sent Prince Hans away and Anna came to my room because of her nightmares, I had had nightmares of my own. I woke up to see my entire room frozen over and my own body as cold as ice. Yet even in the subzero state of the room Anna was comfortably nestled against my side. She had no goosebumps, she was not shivering; the only sign that she may have been cold was that her breath hung in the air as she exhaled. I panicked then, causing a blizzard to start raging in my bedroom. The howling wind finally woke Anna up. She had pulled me into her warm embrace and sung a song I never heard before that night, over and over until I calmed. It was a song of love and snow. It expressed the lovely peace of winter, and how it was the perfect season to cuddle. This thought pulled a giggle out through my lips as the trees around us started to fade to the more rocky terrain around me.

But as I looked back on that night it still held fear for me—not the fear of losing control, for my control was coming in leaps and bounds like never before. No, I was afraid because of Anna. Had my magic changed her? Is that why she no longer felt the cold? And, if so, what would become of her? Would she eventually freeze solid again? And something else entirely. The following afternoon I had raced to the troll and begged them for their advice on the matter. Notwithstanding, they were unable to answer my questions. So I changed tactics and asked them if they knew of anyone who might have the answers. The trolls were silent for a very long time before Pabbie voiced a reply.

"I will send for our Queen. She may have the answers you seek. But I cannot promise she will come." And with that he had turned around and left. All the other trolls returned to rocks and I stood in a field of stones.

But she had come, this Queen. Kristoff had arrived well after dinner as I was preparing for bed and I rushed out immediately. Perhaps I was being hasty, but when it came to Anna nothing was more important to me than her safety. Arendelle could burn, freeze or be conquered; I could starve, lose sleep or even die. Any number of things might happen and I would let them if fixing or preventing them meant I would have to let Anna get hurt.

I was once again pulled from my thoughts when a loud hiss was made just to my right. A large jet of steam, which from my reading I learned was called a geyser, had just shot up from a hole in the ground. I realized I had arrived. I was in the Valley of the Living Rock.

I dismounted and flicked my wrist at my mount, causing it to disperse into a cloud of snowflakes and blow away as I started walking through the valley towards the stone clearing where the trolls could be found.

Upon arriving in said clearing, I first noticed it was completely bare of any stones—the ones that would turn into trolls, that is. Secondly, I noticed on the far end of the clearing someone dressed in all black high up on a ledge.

This person was wrapped in what looked like a dark brown and black cloak, but atop her head was a pair of black horns that made me freeze in fear. The air in the clearing started to chill slightly but I bit my lower lip and focused. I wasn't able to totally remove the chill from the air, because in all truth I really was afraid of the creature on the ledge; but I was able to keep it above freezing in the clearing and no frost formed anywhere.

The cold air did however make the creature look around to meet my eyes and I was once again frozen in place as I gazed upon a woman of stunning beauty. Her black hair fell like a waterfall down her back and over her shoulders, framing a pale face graced with full, blood-red lips. Her cheekbones were high and sharp; angelic, and her eyes were piercing and powerful. Her irises were a mixture of the colors of bright flowers, dark woods and blue skies in an almost shifting pattern.

I was so transfixed that I didn't notice Pabbie turn to me as well. He had been at the woman's feet, but now he rolled over and stood right in front of me.

"Welcome, Your Majesty," Pabbie said joyfully and I tore my eyes from the beautiful one across from me, feeling a little dazed as I focused on the troll before me.

"Thank you, Chieftain Pabbie. Kristoff had told me of the arrival of your Queen."

"Yes, Your Majesty, she is there." He said, turning his head to look at the woman who smiled as we both looked at her. "She wishes to speak with you alone, so I will be leaving now." Pabbie quickly rolled away and out of sight.

I looked up at the woman for a few moments, unsure of how to greet her. Well, Pabbie had referred to her as Queen, I thought as I dipped into a small curtsy the perfect depth for one monarch to greet another.

The woman on the cliff laughed softly, gently even and hopped down, dropping a good twenty feet to the ground. On her way down, her cloak spread out to slow her fall and I realized it wasn't a cloak at all; but wings. Huge wings that grew from her back. She wore a simple black gown underneath. I noticed as she landed that her appearance had changed. Her face wasn't as sharp and angelic. It was more soft and rounded now and her eyes had settled on a single color: a deep forest green. Her pale skin no longer seemed to pulse with life and her hair, though it looked the same, no longer filled me with wonder.

"I apologize for your first looking upon me. I have not interacted with humans in a very long time and so I forgot how enchanting our real appearance can be to mortals," The Queen said with a warm smile. As she walked toward me, her wings folded flat on her back. Her walk was flawlessly balanced and smooth as if she were gliding.

"Y-you need not apologize. No offence was taken.. I was merely…" What was I merely? I had no idea. The words just fell forth from my mouth.

"Very well, then," Maleficent replied smoothly as she stopped three feet in front of me.

"Pabbie told me that you requested a meeting with me?" Maleficent asked with curiosity in her voice.

I swallowed hard and started to wring my hands in front of me; a nervous habit I've had for years.

"Yes, I.. did Pabbie tell you about my.. powers?" I asked, unsure of where to begin my story.

"He just finished telling me everything he knew of you from your birth to this winter you had caused not so long ago. He did not, however inform me of why you wished to confer." Maleficent replied. Her voice: so strong and regal. She sounds like a true queen, not the nervous wreck I must sound like, I thought somewhat bitterly but kept a smile on my lips.

"Well then, you know of my sister and of the.. curse I placed on her unintentionally?" Maleficent nodded and I continued. "Since we broke the curse, she doesn't feel the effects of cold like a normal person would and I fear the curse I put on her wasn't truly broken. The trolls were unable to tell me anything about it but told me that you, their Queen, might be able to answer me."

Maleficent was silent for a time, gazing at me with calculating eyes that caused me to shift uncomfortably a few times before she finally spoke.

"I may indeed be able to answer your questions, but I would need to see your sister. Where is she?"

"Down at the castle, most likely waiting for me to return," I replied immediately. I didn't really know if she was waiting but my heart filled with hope at the thought.

"Shall we be off, then? I know it is late, but I can tell that this is a matter of great importance to you."

I merely nodded, summoning my mount of snow once again. I sat on its back as it rose from the ground and it lifted me into the air as it fully formed. I looked over at the Queen, ready to form a snow mount for her as well, but she wasn't looking at me. She, instead, was looking over her shoulder as if looking for something when she suddenly called.

"Diaval!"

A black crow swooped down from the cliff-face as the woman waved her hand. It landed on the ground in front of her, golden swirls of light flowed from the Queen's hand and surrounded the bird. Said bird started to grow and change before my eyes until a black horse stood where the bird had been. It had a mane of feathers and its feet were that of a crow's. It even had what looked like a beak instead of a muzzle and the woman mounted the steed easily.

"Let us be off, then," The woman said with her head down. Focused on her mount, she stroked its mane absentmindedly.

We started a steady trot out of the valley and back down the mountain. We had been traveling for many a half-hour in silence when I suddenly realized that I didn't know the name of the woman I was riding with.

Just as I was thinking of this, the woman spoke up.

"I never got your name." she said, and I could hear her holding in another laugh, though my back was to her.

"Pabbie never told you?" I asked, a little shocked.

"No. He always referred to you as the 'Winter Queen.'" If I had been walking I would have come to a sudden stop at this realization, but thankfully I was mounted so the only sign of my shock to the woman behind me would be a slight stiffening of my back.

"It's Elsa." I replied after a moment, when my throat relaxed enough for speech.

"Maleficent." The woman replied warmly after a moment's pause.

"Maleficent," I asked, a little confused. Did she misspeak and mean that my name was magnificent? I thought to myself, a blush spreading over my face, which she thankfully couldn't see.

"My name—it's Maleficent." She clarified with a light voice.

}-,-'— (Rapunzel) –'-,-{

I whimpered in pleasure as I ground my core against the man under me. He was so big and filled me so perfectly that every inch of me stretched to grip his full length. We had been at it for hours now and both of us were drenched in sweat, but I still wasn't satisfied. I wanted more, always more. Tonight, no matter how many times I reached climax, the fire in my abdomen wouldn't subside.

"What's gotten into you this evening?" My husband groaned as I started to buck even more energetically, my seventh orgasm starting to build in between my thighs. I ignored his question and dug my nails into his muscled chest as I arched my back and bucked like mad a scream of pleasure pulling itself from my sore throat. I had screamed so much tonight that I was starting to lose my voice. Thankfully our room was in the now-deserted guest quarters of Arendelle Castle and I didn't have to worry about anyone hearing us during our nightly ritual of love and passion.

We had arrived for the coronation of Queen Elsa and had bared witness to the amazing events that took place thereafter, but unlike the other visiting guests who had left after the whole mess was figured out.. we had another reason for being here. My father, King of Corona, had sent me here to meet with my cousin and discuss important matters that had been arranged between our fathers, which now needed to be renegotiated between my father and Elsa. However, Elsa had been very busy the past few days handling the repercussions of her midsummer's winter storm, and I hadn't been able to get an audience with her yet. Not that I was complaining, really, it had been so long since I could be so loud and free with my passion each night. Back in Corona my rooms were far too close to the quarters of others to let loose like I was now. This trip, or at least the nights of this trip felt just like our honeymoon and I was so pleased to show my husband every ounce of my passion for him once again.

As I climaxed I felt my husband buck and groan under me, holding my hips firmly as he pushed up into me, releasing his seed deep inside of me for the second time that night. It was one of the wonderful things about him I'd discovered on our wedding night. He could love long, very long. It was common for me to climax at least twice, sometimes even three times before he finally released.

"Rapunzel? You ok?" I heard him whisper in my ear as he nuzzled my cheek. I collapsed on top of him amidst my climax and I hadn't even noticed. Still, the fire burned in me and I ground my hips against him pleadingly as I whined for more. But I was tired.. so tired and I couldn't even find the energy to sit back up.

"Gods above, Rapunzel, really what has gotten into you?" Eugene (as only I call him—to everyone else he's Flynn) asked tenderly, true worry in his voice as he stroked my trembling back with one warm hand and played with my sweat-soaked hair with the other.

"Just shut up and fuck me." I whispered with as much aggression as I could muster in my exhausted state. He merely laughed.

"Oh I think you are too tired for that Princess—perhaps we're done for the night?" He hinted none-to-subtly. I growled and bit him as hard as I could, which admittedly wasn't very hard at all.

"Ow." He mocked me and spanked my rear. This, in turn, caused me to jerk and my arousal to flare with painful strength again. I glared at him until he raised an eyebrow. I knew what he wanted. I had ridden him like a beast for hours now in complete dominance; he had let me be in control, but now I was spent and couldn't hold that place any longer. And the small smirk on his lips told me he wasn't tired at all. I sighed heavily, knowing I would have to submit if I wanted more.

"Please…" I begged pitifully and licked his neck where I had bitten him. "I need more.. I need you to make me scream…" I continued to plead until he spanked me again. I whined but was rewarded when I felt his wonderful length started to harden once again inside of me. I continued—

"You're so big, so good I can't get enough of you…" I whispered in his ear and nuzzled his jaw with my nose. My begging and compliments finally paid off when he rolled our bodies and started to slowly slide in and out of my burning core. I would wake up the next morning with just as many bite marks and scratches as I had given him, but it was worth every minute of it as he made me writhe and scream in pleasure beneath him.

}-,-'— (Hans) –'-,-{

I didn't bother to keep the sneer off my face as I looked up into the face of my father, the King of the Southern Isles. He had spoken to me for the longest period of time ever granted to me by him. He had gone on and on about how I had shamed the kingdom, how much of a disappointment I was, how I could never make up for my wrongs; and then abruptly stopped, sighed and told me my punishment. I was to be banished, never to return to the Southern Isles under penalty of death.

"Have you said all you wish to say, Your Majesty?" I snarled angrily. How dare this man think to lecture me now, of all times? He never gave a damn about me before now, never even spared me a glance in passing.

I could still remember his look of detached amusement from one evening years ago when I had entered his presence with bloodied shame and face. I had been working on my swordsmanship, alone in the courtyard. I was terrible with the sword; it was true, but I was determined to keep up with my brothers, to prove myself equal to them in my father's eyes.

Two of my brothers, Ador and Brian (the seventh and ninth in our line of 13) had found me practicing. Their jeers still felt fresh, however long ago they may have been.

"You think yourself a swordsman, whelp? Because all I see is a whore's bastard who makes play that he's something more." Ador sneered at me. We looked nothing alike, though most of us brothers didn't. Only two of us thirteen shared the same mother. Ador was broad like a barn and well-sculpted from all his time spent in the training yard. His black hair was cut very short and his eyes were a dark ocean blue almost black color.

"Perhaps he thinks to make himself something more, to work hard and prove himself?" I would have thought Brian was defending me with that remark if it wasn't for the glare that accompanied it. "To bad, really, that he will work so hard only to find out in the end that it's not about how hard you work. I mean, people never really change. A bastard's a bastard through and through." He finished with a sardonic smile.

"Shut up!" I, my fourteen year old self had yelled at them. Calling me a bastard? We were all bastards, apart from the first two in line, Eric and Ryan. None of our mothers had been married to the King other than the now departed Queen. But my brothers loved to mock me, for I was the only son who didn't know his mother. No one but the King knew who she was.

My outburst at them had been unwise, uncalled for; and I knew it, but I just couldn't keep my anger hidden. At that age I had yet to learn how to properly act, to blend in. I hadn't learned the trick to making others like me.. yet.

"He still hasn't learned not to talk back to us Ador." Brian said with feigned sadness. "I think we need to teach him."

Ador disarmed me with his first move before I even fully registered Brian's words. Jumping forward before I could react, he grabbed my wrist with one hand and hammered a fist into my gut with the other, knocking the wind from me. While I was gasping he twisted my wrist and the sword fell with a clatter to the ground. As I was not far behind, Ador shoved me over and onto my back on the ground. Where they both could kick me while I was down, and keep me there until they were satisfied.

When I finally thought they were done and going to leave me alone, bloody and bruised on the ground, I uncurled from my ball only to feel their boots press into my back a moment before white hot pain burnt across my shoulders. The scars from what they wrote there with the sword were still perfectly clear against my skin. Bastard.

I had gone to my father as soon as I was able; bandaged, bruised and with one arm in a sling, I had approached my father about what my brothers did to me. I told him all of it, and sparing no detail in so doing—and his only reply was to look into the empty space above my head, speaking as if in utter boredom.

"Why do you feel the need to lie? Ador and Brian already told me what happened. You were quite lucky they found you so quickly after that horse bucked you off its back." And that was it, no amount of my pleading and begging could make him see reason; in his eyes I was lying. To him, Ador and Brian were perfect sons who had helped save me from terrible injuries, or, even worse, death. I found out how much I really mattered to my father that day, when compared with his other sons. I didn't make the mistake of thinking I mattered to him again.

"You may stay the night here and take whatever you can carry with you in the morning. I will have a squad of guards escort you to Corona and leave you at the border." He said in a bored, toneless voice that pulled me out of my dreadful of the past. His eyes were looking at something over my head, probably just the empty space there.

This was how I had always been treated, as if the air around me was of more value than I myself. There was never a time apart from now that I could recall my father talking directly to me. This wasn't how he treated all of my brothers. In fact, he spent time with each of my 12 other brothers, especially Eric the crowned prince and his new wife Ariel; some unknown peasant whelp. I couldn't believe it when my father told us all that Eric had married her.

I opened my mouth to yell something at my father—anything to make him speak to me for longer—anything to keep his attention, but strong hands gripped my arms and I whipped my head around to stare at the guards who were pulling me to my feet.

And that was it. Without another word, my father had me pulled from his throne room and had me escorted to my room where I spent the night with four guards posted outside my room's door and two on my balcony.

}-,-'— (Anna) –'-,-{

I was warm and drowsy when Elsa finally returned. I heard her bedroom door open and the sound of her ice heels on the stone floor click and clack as she walked around. I smiled, waiting for her surrounded by her art work.

"Anna?" I heard her call in a worried voice after almost a minute.

"In here, sister," I called back joyfully, waiting for her to come find me. She did and when she saw me laying on the stone floor in a pile of her blankets and pillows, she propped her hands on her hips in a way I adored; it was an attitude she only reserved for me when I particularly exasperated her.

"What are you doing?" she asked in a mildly annoyed tone as she stared down at me.

"Waiting for you, what does it look like?" I asked, then broke into giggles as she rolled her eyes.

"I meant what you are doing in that pile of fluff, Princess Anna." she said and walked forward with a smile on her lips as she watched me laugh. I was still laughing when she reached me and she sighed again, flopping down next to me in the pile.

"Well I felt like sleeping in here tonight but the bed was too heavy to move so I just grabbed all this stuff," I replied when I got my giggles under control. It was a curse of mine: laughing at even the slightest thing when my mind was so tired.

Elsa just smiled and snuggled closer until we were shoulder to shoulder.

"There is someone I would like you to meet in the morning, Anna. Are you free?" Elsa asked shyly.

I reached for her hand and held it tightly in mine until she looked at me. I smiled and kissed her cheek.

"Elsa, I am always free for you." I whispered to her tenderly, causing her face to redden.

"Thank you," she whispered back.

I then looked around the room with questions burning on my lips like Why are they all of me? Do you still paint? What's behind that black door? But I decided to leave those for later, when we were not so tired, so instead I asked about the visitor.

"Who do you want me to meet?" I asked curiously, refocusing on my sister's face to see she had closed her eyes and pulled a blanket over herself.

"She is a visiting Queen. She came at my request to see you, but on our return I feel asleep in the saddle and fell from my horse." Elsa blushed once again as she said this and I snorted. "She said I was too tired tonight and that we could all meet for breakfast."

"I can't imagine my picture-perfect sister falling out of the saddle. I think you're lying to me," I teased, elbowing her ribs gently.

"Well, I did," she snapped, blushing even more and rolling over so her back was to me. But she didn't let go of my hand, so it went with her and after a moment I was holding her by her waist.

"You are so cute when you blush." I whisper in her ear as I pull her back against my chest and cuddle her close to me. She didn't reply but I felt her relax in my arms slightly. "And I am so happy to know that you thought of me so much all these years," I continued, closing my eyes and letting sleep take me. The last thing I heard before I was lost in sleep was her soft reply—so soft I wasn't sure I had heard it right.

"I am always thinking of you."

Author's note: Though I am working on the next chapter and Frozen Blood chapter 4 during the holidays I can't give them nearly as much time as normal, so I wouldn't expect anything until after New Year's. (But maybe I will surprise you). Please Please Please leave a review with you thoughts, it was a hard decision for me to restart this story, but I make my choice and I'm stilling to it, all that's left if for you guys to let me know you thoughts. Cya in the next chapter.