Elsa, Queen of Arendelle opened her eyes to a crisp sunrise peeking through her window.
She turned toward the light, feeling calm and rejuvenated, as sunbeams struck the wall behind her.
Elsa sat up slowly, stretching her arms forward, relishing the feeling of tranquility she had awoken with.
Pulling the blanket back, she delicately placed her feet on the floor, petite ice slippers crystalizing immediately. She gracefully walked to the door of her room, as she pulled on an ice blue robe.
Today seems so different..! She thought, as she hesitated by the door. Something was holding her back.. but what?
Elsa stared at the door, her blue eyes searching for an answer. There wasn't one. Her mood quickly began to lean toward anxious, and she wondered if there had been some forgotten arrangement that was to occur today.
Strangely, Elsa could find no cause for anxiety. She placed her chilled hand on the knob, turned it, and peeked out into the hall. Silence. Carefully, Elsa stepped out into the open hallway, shutting the door behind her with a thunderous bang. Nearly jumping out of her skin and collapsing to the floor, Elsa clutched the wall for support, looked around, and tried to normalize her heartrate and regain control of her breath. The wall behind her shaking body was immediately slick with ice, and she peeled herself away, feeling her legs slowly return to normal.
Okay, this is NOT normal.. Something is definitely amiss, and where is everyone..?! The Queen's thoughts slowly began spiraling into panic, and she quickly but quietly ran down the hall. Arriving at the large doors that led into the Dining Hall, Elsa pressed her ear against the door, a resounding and study thump vibrating through her.
What in the hell could be happening on the other side of this door? What's in the room?!
Elsa felt her heart begin to race as she made the decision to throw open the doors, and face what was inside.
Elsa stood in the doorway, frozen with horror and disbelief. No words could form in her head, as she glared upon the terrifying scene before her. Sitting at the table, completely nude, was her sister. Anna turned to her sister, only mildly shocked. "Hey, Elsa..! You surprised me!" She halfassedly made an attempt to cover herself. Elsa, finally gaining communication skills again, marched up to Anna.
"What on Earth is wrong with you?!" She shook her head as she spoke, while Anna feigned embarassment.
"Elsa, what do you mean? I.. I just want you so much, and you're emotionally withdrawn, and how else am I going to relieve sexual tension?" Anna purred as she began to feel herself.
Elsa backed away, afraid she might catch whatever Anna had. "No, Anna. This is weird, and you are acting considerably OOC! What are you implying? And where did your morals go?"
Anna looked up at her sister, some weird form of lust capturing her gaze. "Elsa, I am hot and bothered! And not to mention wet. And at the mercy of terrible fanfic writers.. We must engage in sexual relations! I need you to fuck me! In the broom closet.
Or bath. Or in the snow.. OW!" Elsa stood with her arm up after delivering a solid backhand to Anna's smutt-ridden face.
"You are NOT my sister. You cannot be! Anna would never be so.. so.. easily manipulated by the bi-polarity of hormone driven, angst inducing writings of a teenage girl with unhealthy obsessions! We need to cure this, before I can magically become pregnant due to some immaculent conception.."
Elsa's voice trailed off, as she realized the severity of the situation. Anna seemed completely unaware, as she flung herself longingly into Elsa's arms. "Please, Elsa! You're the only one who can satisfy me.. I need you..!" She looked into Elsa's eyes and bit her lip.
"Aaagh!" Elsa batted her sister away, as she yanked the table cloth from the table and threw it onto the body of Anna's smutty doppelganger. "This is appalling! Cover your self up! I'm leaving to find some answers!" And with that, Elsa left the sex-obsessed Anna to her own devices. Which may or may not have been a good idea.