Hey guys, this is my first fic. Just some thoughts had popped in my head, don't really know where I'm going with this, but let's see where it takes us. Disclaimer: All Frozen characters are owned by Disney. Warning: Masturbation scene.
Elsa shut her eyes and rubbed at her temples. She was tired, she was so tired. She was doing the best that she could, but the weight was becoming too heavy for her to carry. Her and Bridgette's relationship had already been strained these past two years, but this last month had been hell for Elsa. The arguing, the nagging, the crying, the violent little fits - it was becoming unbearable.
" How much longer?" she thought to herself. She sighed as she stood at the elevator, watching as the numbers lit up when it passed each floor. She looked into the mirrored steel doors, seeing the toll this nightmare had taken. Despite her best efforts, she could still see dark circles creeping through her concealer. Her cheeks were slightly sullen from her decreased appetite, and her platinum blonde hair lacked it's usual luster.
She shook her head as the doors opened, stepping inside slowly, resting her head against the back as she began her decent. She dreaded having to go home- having to see her wife and hear her sorry excuses, or the look on her son's face when they began their almost daily routine of yelling. He shouldn't have to experience this. He was so young, so innocent.
She hadn't signed up for this. When she said "I do," five years ago, she thought it'd last forever. Bridgette was the one person she put her faith in, the reason why she opened up to the world, where she'd found confidence and strength. She trusted her, she loved her. But now, her entire foundation had been shaken. The more time passed, the more she found herself retreating into that old shell of herself.
She finally reached the lobby, walking through the spinning glass doors. The night air was cool and crisp. The light of the full moon beamed down, dipping in and out behind the clouds. She took her time walking to her car, resting on the hood once she reached it. There was no hurry, after all, there wasn't much to look forward to.
Some time passed before she finally got up and got in the car. She lazily put the keys in the ignition, the engine firing up with a powerful roar. With her head against the headrest, Elsa took a deep, shaky breath, trying to keep her composure- but it was no use. The smallest of sobs escaped, as the tears began falling.
"What am I going to do?" she whispered.
When she had first met Bridgette seven years ago, her life utterly changed. They met at a charity event that Elsa's parents held every year during Thanksgiving. The estate was packed - maybe around two hundred guest crowding the ballroom. The soft melody of the harp filled the air as the guest chatted away, talking about anything and nothing at all. Elsa retreated to her favorite spot in the corner of the ballroom, trying hard to blend in with the sculptures against the wall. She had always hated parties, or any get-togethers for that matter.
Her brother and parents were a little ways off, chatting with the president of Halogen Inc., (an innovative company that had major breakthroughs in renewable energy, as well as maximizing the use of non-renewable resources). He was a rather short man, possibly the size of your average fourth grader. He had an incredibly profound nose and a toupee that looked like it housed an animal underneath. Elsa sneered as he took her mother's hand and kissed it, making some cheesy comment about her apparel.
"Oh, Mr. Weselton, your too much..." Idun chuckled. Elsa rolled her eyes.
"No, no my lady, you in that dress is too much... You have a wonderful wife Adgar, my boy." Mr. Weselton said patting Adgar on the shoulder, or more like his arm because that's all he could reach. Adgar stared at the spot that had been touched for a moment, smilingly briefly and giving the faintest hint of a nod.
Idun cleared her throat. "I know you've met my son Jack here, but have you met my Elsa yet?" Idun said as she looked Elsa's way. Elsa flinched at the sound of her name, knowing all too well what was coming next. She quickly scanned the room, panicking as she tried to figure out the best place to escape to, but much to her dismay they were already upon her.
" I'd like to formally introduce you to my daughter Elsa." Idun spoke as she extended her hand towards Elsa, who stepped forward and took it reluctantly. Meanwhile, he was panting like a dog on a hot summer's day. He then began to circle Elsa, clicking his tongue as he walked.
"My, my, my. You never told me how beeeeauutiful your daughter is." He chirped. He reached his hand forward to Elsa. She took it ready to shake, but as he bent down with his lips puckered, she snatched her hand back with such force, that the man toppled over, falling flat on his belly, toupee toppling over his ever expanding forehead.
Idun clasped her hand over her mouth, while Jack and Adgar rushed to help the poor man to his feet. Mr. Weselton brushed himself off as he stood up, patting down his toupee. Elsa stood frozen, face red, unsure of what to do or say. Meanwhile Idun was apologizing frantically, trying to rectify the situation.
"My deepest apologies, . I should have warned you that Elsa isn't too fond of physical contact..." She elbowed Elsa in the ribs, encouraging her to speak.
"I-I'm sorry sir. I-It's just, I uh, forgive me. I was startled." She did her best to give her most sincere grin, before casting her eyes to the floor in shame. Mr. Weselton just chuckled softly, waving her off.
"No harm done my dear. After all, your father is our key inventor, and without him, we wouldn't be the global company we are today." This was true. Her father had worked there for only three months, but in that time, Halogen Inc. went from a local energy assistance group, to a global innovation firm. Elsa's father was a genius of course- well groomed, well educated and very charming. But it was his creative mind that really did it. His thoughts took him places the average mind couldn't go, and that's what set him apart.
Elsa groaned as she listened to ramble on about his company, finances, weather, and God knows what else.
"...Oh silly me," he said, "I haven't introduced you to my daughter. She's quite the lady."
"BRIDGETTTE..." he yelled. A girl turned her head at the sound of his voice and began walking over.
"Oh no," Elsa thought, "not another person. I just wanna be left alone..." She stared off into the distance, eyes widening as the girl began to come into focus. Quite the lady was right . Elsa's mouth dropped open as she scanned over Bridgette. The girl had blonde, curly hair that stopped at her shoulder. Her skin was wonderfully peachy, and her eyes the most delicious shade of green. The red, sleeveless dress she wore had a dangerously low neckline that exposed perfectly tight and round breast. The dress continued to meld into her body, hugging her curvy hips, the slit at the bottom revealing her incredibly toned legs. Elsa had never seen someone so beautiful. The way she walked wasn't helping either- her hips swaying from side to side in a melodic manner. Elsa's mouth began salivating, the thought of her hands on Bridgette's hip as Bridgette straddled her. No.
The more Elsa crept off into her fantasies, the more the bulge in her pants began to grow. "Oh shit," she thought, "Not now, not now."
Bridgette finally reached them, standing next to her father. She smiled tenderly at Elsa, mouthing a soft, "Hey," and that did it. Elsa turned around and bolted through the crowd, leaving them all dumbstruck. Idun and Adgar exchanged hurried glances and quickly went up to meet Bridgette, Jack doing the same. Bridgette was polite, but all she seemed to be thinking about was the gorgeous platinum blonde that fled away.
Elsa made it to the bathroom, locking the door and slid down on the floor. "Holy hell, what's happening to me?" she thought. Elsa had never fell this hard for someone before. She hated people, hated being around them. Sure she had a few crushes before, but none of them had the effect on her that Bridgette was having. In a matter of mere seconds, Bridgette had managed to incapacitate her- those tender eyes, those pouty lips, those supple breast...
Elsa unzipped her pants, no longer able to take the pressure. She began stroking her cock, playing with the tip a bit before massaging the whole length. "Ungh," she muttered. As she thought about Bridgette, imagining her naked, she began beating her meat faster. She thought about Bridgette laying on her back beneath her, arms around her neck as Elsa slid her dick inside. "Oh Elsa," she would say, "fuck me..." Elsa imagined Bridgette's pussy- soft, wet, pink and warm. And the way her boobs would shake as she humped her. "Ahhhh." Elsa was so close now. She bit down on her free wrist as she came inside her other hand, writhing in pleasure as she rode out her orgasm.
"God," she thought, "I even masturbate better just to the mere thought of her." she stood up to wash her hands. As she was drying them off, a knock came at the door.
"Elsa, love, are you quite alright?" her mother spoke from outside the door. Elsa opened it, stepping out slowly.
"I'm fine mamma, I just had to really use it," she said.
"Are you sure sweetheart, you look a little flushed and your forehead is sweating. Are you ill, feverish at all?" Idun reached out with the back of her hand to Elsa's forehead. "Hmm, no fever? Are you sure your well?"
"Really mother, I'm fine."
"Alright," Idun said, "If you say so. Well you need to go introduce yourself to Bridgette. She looked hurt after you ran off, the poor girl. Mind your faculties, Elsa, don't make her anymore comfortable than she is already. She's over by the snack table."
Elsa nodded, and made her way across the room. She was trying to think of what she would say, hoping she wouldn't make a fool of herself in the process. She spotted Bridgette at the table, helping herself to some punch with her back facing Elsa. "Backless," she thought. She shook her head before she went on another mental rampage.
Bridgette turned around, spotting Elsa and immediately began to smile. Elsa couldn't help but give a goofy grin as she walked up to her.
"Sorry for running off," she said. "I'm Elsa Frost, my father works for your dad. N-Nice to meet you." She stuck her hand out, which Bridgette readily accepted and a bolt of electricity shot through Elsa at the contact. Bridgette shook her head giggling.
"No worries," she said. "You want to go somewhere more private? All these people make me feel stuffy." Elsa left out a relieved sigh. This was her kind of girl.
"I thought you would never ask. Follow me," Elsa said. And with that, they were off.