Chapter 1- Origins
She was shuddering as she pulled the blade back and away from the figure above her. Her breathing was heavy, but practice and discipline were taking over and were slowly bringing her down from the orgasm she just had.
The crimson blade was cleanly withdrawn from the centre of his torso, and disappeared when Elsa deactivated her light sabre. Using her other hand, she used the force to lift the corpse from her body. The erection of her victim was slowly deflating as it was withdrawn from her pussy.
He tried to claim her again tonight, and for all intents, he succeeded. She allowed him to continue to pleasure her and finally cum before she decided the training was over and she should end their relationship of teacher and student.
Master and Padawan.
Sith Lord and Dark Knight.
Now she was The Lord. She supposed she was actually a Sith Lady, but that was semantics.
It had only taken fifteen years...
Standing up and walking away from her sleeping chamber, Elsa of the House of Arendelle, walked to the round window that displaced an area of space she was not familiar with.
Not surprising since she hated space travel and preferred the natural surroundings of her planet, Arendelle, or Corellia, or Alderaan, or any planet compared to empty space. Even busy and artificial Coruscant was a welcome next to this.
Nude and full of power, she curled the fingers of her right hand and summoned her old power that had nothing to do with the Dark Side of the Force.
Ice started forming on her fingers and forearm. She called upon her ancient friend of snow and ice and encased her former master in a cocoon of ice. He would keep for awhile as she gathered her thoughts and recollected the past that brought her to this point.
The Sith Lord was dead, Long live the Queen!
Darth Mortis was dead.
Darth Tolrah stood, her single long braid waving slowly behind her...
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She was only three years old when a stranger in a long black robe pulled her father into the little used parlour room that adjoined his personal study.
She vaguely remembered her home in the castle of the capital city of the Planet Arendelle. She remembered playing with her twin sister, Anna, who she loved more than anyone else.
Her mother, her father, the Queen and King were loved, but Anna was her world! Anna was her twin yet her opposite.
Elsa was platinum blonde, Anna was a fiery red. Elsa was loud and adventurous, Anna was quiet and meek.
Even so, she loved and cherished her twin. So it was with absolute horror when she was given to this robed man, and his "harlot partner" and taken aboard their ship.
Yelling and screaming., crying and fighting, she was ripped from her life and her
love. She hasn't seen her twin sister since.
The early years that followed were a diatribe of pain, humiliation and tears all wrapped under the pretence of 'training'.
When Elsa was little, she realized that by concentrating hard, she could create snowflakes and ice which would appear where she wanted. Sometimes she would make a snowman. Other times she would create a playhouse.
Other times... Nothing would happen, except instead of the frozen elements, she could make things 'move'.
She could 'push' a newly created snowman over, make a snowball 'float' or other times make her parents 'forget' yelling at her.
She would never do this when her sister was around. She had never seen her sister do anything like what she did, so she did not want to scare her sister, or do any harm to her.
Elsa instinctively knew that her powers, whether 'ice' or 'force', could do great harm to anyone.
"Princess Trouble" was something she remembered her parents calling her. "If they could only see me now!" she thought, a wolffish grin forming on her face.
Her training was intense, Darth Mortis forced her to develop the strength of her mind as well as her body in order control and manage the "Force".
To be exact, the "Dark side of the Force".
It was she who vocalized the words "Dark Side" to her master one day because of all the things he made her do seemed to only harm people, not help them.
He smiled at her and said, "It's about time you realized your alignment with the 'Force'! It took you longer than I expected to discover this!" He sneered.
At the age of eight, she was given her first light sabre. The blade was beautiful. The sound, electric. The colour was 'blue'?
It wasn't red like her Master's, and when she complained, he slapped her across the face! "You must EARN that colour. When you are ready, I will instruct you to make your own. It is only THEN that you will earn the right to be called a Sith!"
She hated him then! Her fingers curled and ice started forming around her feet!
Darth Mortis sneered as he noticed her anger and frowned in her direction.
Invisible fingers curled around Elsa's neck! She couldn't breath. The pain made her fall to her knees. Her resolve weakened and she lost her focus. The snow and ice dissipated.
"Your feeble ice powers are no match for the Dark Side of the Force, my little Padawan! You would do well to remember that!" he boasted triumphantly.
He had won.. for now.
It was only later that she discovered HIS weakness.
His weakness for 'Flesh'... Her Flesh.
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Author Notes:
I was only going to do a short one-shot ELSANNA Star Wars fic, but it kept getting more detailed and I haven't even started with Anna yet.
So I guess I'll make this a full blown story, but I am also writing my other Canonical Frozen story called BEYOND ARENDELLE, so I won't be able to update this as often as I would like. Probably once a week.
Also, I will admit that I am NOT very good at writing smut. Actually I hate it, I prefer writing Fluff (I live in a fluffy world).
But smut, particularly SEX is necessary when you write about evil. Base evil always seems to involve the pleasure of the flesh.
Thanks for sticking with this, tell me if you like this and any comments you might have!
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Preview of Chapter 2
Chapter 2 - Henceforth You Will Be Known as Darth...
His usual routine was to forcibly yank her out of bed using the force every fortnight for eight continuous hours of training on a narrow metal beam. She used to make sure to fully relieve herself before going to bed since that one time she could not hold her bladder during the training.
He whipped her like an animal after that session. Elsa could not move for days after that punishment. In retrospect, he probably got turned on while whipping her porcelain white flesh! The red welts clearly visible through the thin filmy night dress she usually wore. Such were his perversions!
As luck would have it, tomorrow would be a fortnight again since her last session.
So come the morrow, he would give in to his base desires! He would not be able to contain himself, of that she was certain! His eyes NEVER left her body as she was suspended from the metal beam ten feet over his head. Her body twirling. Her arms and legs flashing. Her mind and essence at one with the force.
As she raised the sheets of her modest bed and prepared to climb in, a smirk was etched on her face as she regarded her thin night dress left abandoned on the nightstand...
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