More of a Firegun
Chapter One
Being a fart fetishist isn't as easy when you're a queen.
The worst part was that fart fetishists usually are those who want to receive it. But Elsa desired to dole it out. To force someone to imbibe her deadly vapors. To keep them suppressed beneath that sumptuous butt of hers. To keep on farting and farting as much as it was humanly possible to do.
Once when Kristoff took her out on a sleigh ride with Anna, Elsa had wandered off for a bit in a side alley, hearing the sound of farting.
She smelled perfume and was sure it was a girl farting. And when she finally saw the culprit, she noticed it was a blond girl with a redhead having her nose buried in the blonde's buttcrack.
They looked so cute that way. It smelled terrible, though. But Elsa couldn't resist watching them. And how her butt tingled at the thought of doing that to someone!
Ssssssssssssssssstttttttttttfffffffffffffffffffffiiiiiiiiiippppppppppppppppppp
The blond girl's butt went off a mile a minute.
At first she didn't notice Elsa, but then her eyes fell on the queen."Do you like being around farts?" she asked. "Because mine can't smell that pleasant."
"It doesn't seem that bad to me," Elsa said, even though the last fart was causing her nose to wish for mercy.
"You wish you had the courage to fart on someone like I am, don't you?" the girl asked.
"No, I—that is to say—"
"Trust me," the blonde says, holding up a hand. "This isn't something you ask politely. 'May I fart on you?' It sounds strange, gives the person you're asking the option to refuse, and they might prevent you from asking anyone else."
"So how do I make it happen, then?" Elsa wondered.
"Simple. Fart on someone and don't take no for an answer."
"But won't that make me a bit…evil?"
The blonde shakes her head. "Farting isn't evil. It can be a bit unpleasant. But it's never a wicked deed."
"What if I were to ask to fart on you?"
"I'd say go ahead, I could use fuel, anyway," the blonde says. "But first you ought to know my name. It's more fun that way."
"Why?" Elsa asked. "Wouldn't farting on a stranger work just as well?"
"I do not recommend someone fart on a stranger. This girl under my butt is Akane, my sister."
Sister.
That sounded so hot.
Farting on one's sister…
But Elsa didn't know if she could do that to Anna…she loved Anna very, very much.
"Is she your least favorite sister?" Elsa asked. "Does she displease you?"
"Not really," the blonde says. "She's actually my favorite sister. I wouldn't do this on her if I didn't like her so much."
"But how does that work? Wouldn't she be a bit uncomfortable?"
"I'm sure she's very uncomfortable. My farts are no picnic."
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"Ewwwwwwww, that one was really nasty. And Akane has her nose up my buttcrack, so it must be much worse for her."
Elsa couldn't believe she was breathing this in. But she had to, this girl was teaching her about something very dear to her heart.
"I'm Hikari Sakurada, by the way," the blonde says. "Now feel free to put your beautiful butt in my face. I crave it."
Elsa did so. Oh, how she couldn't wait to fart.
She put her butt in Hikari's face, then squished it around, before letting out a giant ball of gas.
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"Ick!" Hikari screamed. Elsa quickly removed her butt.
"No, darling. Wait, what did you say your name was?"
"I'm Queen Elsa of Arendelle."
"Q-queen Elsa? I'm being farted on by the one and only Queen of Arendelle?"
"That is correct."
"Then please, please fart on me some more! I never thought I'd receive such an honor."
Elsa felt delight run through every vein in her body. She shoved her butt back into HIkari's face and let it rip…fart after fart after fart.
Hikari was so excited at the taste. Elsa knew they had to smell nasty, so why was Hikari so eager for them?
Who knew, but she lapped them up like mad.
But a thought kept entering Elsa's mind: this girl claims to be farting on her favorite sibling. I don't know if I could do that on Anna.
But if the opportunity ever came up, would you try it?
It was such an annoying thought, that she attempted to push it away. But the answer was…
Well, she didn't know. The idea both intrigued and terrified her. Farting on Anna…why not try to find someone else, first? Someone she wouldn't be afraid of scaring away, someone whom she might not be living with for the rest of her life.
Because the only way that mission could never fail would be if Elsa kept Anna a captive. And uh, that wouldn't be love, would it?
Errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuppppppppppllllllllllllllllllllllllnnnnnnnnnnnnnnniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiissssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss her butt went.
Oh gosh it must smell horrible. Hikari would hate her…
But when she stepped away and looked at Hikari's face, the girl who had just had fart particles blasted up her nose was grinning from ear to ear.
"Why do you enjoy it?" Elsa asked. "Isn't it a bit disgusting?"
"It might smell a bit foul, but it came out of your beautiful butt. I know that may sound weird, but it's enjoyable for that reason."
That certainly wasn't what Elsa had expected to hear. She didn't know people could be thrilled by being farted on.
She proceeded to fart on Hikari some more, oh gosh, it was so exciting!
Then Elsa said, "I know you're not too fazed by it, but suppose I wanted to fart on someoene very dear to me, but didn't want to lose their love. How would I go about that?"
"Oh, that's easy! Make them feel wonderful the day you plan it. Then spring it on them at a moment when they're relaxing. And don't take no for an answer."
Elsa smiled, but then a worry sprang over her. "Are you absolutely sure she won't mind?"
"She might despise it at first. But if you want it badly enough, and she loves you, then it'll be pleasant to her after a time, perhaps."
"And if it's not?"
"Then you have to decide whether farting on her is more important than her love for you. But by then it might be too late for you to make it up, if you decide to stop."
This made Elsa anxious. She didn't like being anxious. Urgh.
"Did Akane ever not like being farted on by you?"
"She practically begged me to keep going when I let out a long fart in her face one day. She loved it so much. Speaking of which…"
Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnpppppppppppppppppppppppprrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrtttttttttttttttttt went Hikari's butt.
Elsa covered her nose but only for a few seconds, then breathed it in. "'Gosh, it reeks! But I'm sure being farted on by you is a joy."
"To Akane it is. To others it might not be. Everyone reacts differently to who is farting on them."
"Ah, that's something to think about. Well, I must get going. See you sometime in the future?"
"You can count on it!" Hikari exclaimed. Elsa turned to go, but Hikari called her again. "Uh, could you fart on me once more, Queen Elsa, before going? I want a really big one if you have one in you."
"I do, actually," Elsa said. She shoved her butt in Hikari's face, roved it around, and let the farts ripple out…
And then came the monster.
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Hikari would have to be suffering down there…but Hikari's arms circled around Elsa's waist as if wanting her to continue. So Elsa farted a few more minutes.
Then she sprang to her feet, promising to deliver more flatulence to Hikari in future.
-u.u-
When she returned to where Anna and Kristoff were talking with an innkeeper, Anna couldn't help noticing Elsa's smile and wondering what her amazing sister was thinking.
But Elsa was sure Anna's smile would fade away if she knew her sister's thoughts were along these lines:
How soon can I make Anna my fart slave?
Fart slave had a nice ring to it. Or fart prisoner. Something that indicated Anna would be forced to take them, whether she wanted to or not.
And on the ride back to Arendelle, the idea grew hotter and hotter in Elsa's mind. Oh gosh, making Anna take in my gasses would be so exhilarating….I hope the right moment comes soon, I wish I could start right now and never stop!
Her butt rumbled but she kept the fart it was itching to release in.
They arrived back at the castle, and Elsa hurried off to a corner to let out the fart, sucked that no one was there to take it…
Then she felt something soft pressed against her butt and looked behind her. Hikari was there, breathing in Elsa's fart.
Elsa stared at her, amazed. "How did you get here? You didn't hitch a ride, did you?"
"No," Hikari said. Then she reflected. "Well, not the way you're thinking. I flew here."
"Flew?"
"My sister carried me here by air. She makes anything she touches lighter and can carry it a long distance."
"Oh, that's neat," Elsa said. "I have powers of my own…"
She wasn't sure if she should tell a mostly complete stranger this.
"It's all right, I know. You're the queen with ice powers."
"Word travels fast, I suppose," Elsa said.
"Say, I was wondering. Do you think you could release cold farts? I know it sounds weird, but I think with your power, you probably can."
"Cold farts?" How could a fart be cold?
"It's a New Era kind of fart, which requires you to ice your bottom. It causes it to feel as if your face is in a freezer or something, and for punishing someone it really works."
"Have you tried it on Akane?" Elsa asked.
"Yes, but I can't do it so well yet. Sachi, my best friend, did it on me. Was so awesome!"
Elsa grinned. "Want me to try it on you?"
"Please do!" Hikari exclaimed.
So with Hikari's face pressed up to Elsa's butt, the latter focused on moving her ice energy down there. Then she let a big one rip.
Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyooooooooooommmmmmmmmpppppppppppppuuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrrppppppppppppppbbbbbbbfffffffffttttttttt
"Gosh, Elsa, it feels like I'm in the Artic. I love it."
Elsa farted some more, letting the icy flatulence seep out into Hikari's mouth.
Hikari couldn't get enough, but Elsa heard her name being called.
"Uh oh, royal duties," she said, before starting to pass on.
"Wait, Elsa," Hikari called. "I have to tell you about the tree."
"The what?"
"There's a tree you must go see. It's called The Tree of Hope, and it's huge! Ask someone about it, trust me. It'll make you feel more confident about farting on whoever it is you want to smell your fart."
"The Tree of Hope, huh? I'll ask around about it. See you later, Hikari!"
Elsa waved again as she moved onward.
After royal protocol and arranging meetings to discuss how to improve Arendelle, Elsa asked Gerda what she knew about the Tree of Hope.
"I think you should find Kristoff and question him, Miss Elsa," Gerda said. "It's something the trolls would know more about than I, and he was raised my trolls, or so I heard."
"Aye, he was," Elsa said, before jogging off to find the blond ice deliverer.
He pulled up just as she stepped outside, having finished a job.
"Kristoff, if I could have a minute…" Elsa said, as he tried shifting the heavy bag he was carrying around before dropping it on his toes.
"Sorry about that," Elsa said.
"Eh, it's fine. You know me, thick skull, tough toes." He picked the bag up and had it right now. "So, what did you want to ask about?"
"The Tree of Hope. I was wondering what you know about it."
"Where did you hear of that?" Kristoff asked, surprised.
"Oh, a strange girl I met told me of it."
"Well, it's an old troll legend. It speaks of a humungous tree in a valley. But they say the only way to get there is if a flying girl carries you because it's between mountains that are two dangerous to climb."
"That's interesting," Elsa said, as she walked beside Kristoff toward a shack where the sack was going to be placed.
"But that's the problem. Flying girls don't exist, and therefore even if the tree exists, it's impossible to reach."
Flying girls might not exist normally, Elsa thought, but I know one girl who does.
This was constantly on Elsa's mind the next few days as she performed her queenly duties. She didn't know how to contact Hikari to tell her she needed Akane to achieve her goals. She wondered if she should issue a proclamation for any information people could dole out regarding Hikari's whereabouts.
But then one day when Elsa stole a break in the corner to fart again, she felt something soft pressed into her posterior as her butt went jjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjsssssssssssssssssttttttttttttafahaba.
She whirled about to find Hikari there.
"Sorry to barge in on you like this," Hikari said. "But I thought you might want my assistance. Get it? I'm sniffing your farts, and offering my assistance."
"Haha, yeah, I get it," Elsa said. "Good one. But I've been hoping to run into you. Because I need Akane to reach the tree."
"Of course," said HIkari. "I heard it might require her. But here's something. I need you to introduce her to Anna for this, since Anna has to know."
"Anna has to know what?"
"About the tree. Because you've got to take her there."
"Why must I take her?"
"Didn't Kristoff tell you?" Hikair inquired, frowning, hands on her hips. "The tree gives you confidence but if your wish involves a person, that person needs to be there with you."
"That's…odd," Elsa said.
"Yes. But Anna can't know about me."
"Why not?"
"Because it'll ruin your goals. Trust me, I know."
"That doesn't make sense."
"I have ways of knowing it will. Now please take Akane, fly to the tree, and make it happen."
Hikari then fetched Akane, who was cowering behind a pillar.
"Akane, this is Queen Elsa. Queen Elsa, Akane."
"Pleased to actually meet you," Akane said, though she stood behind Hikari and didn't look Elsa in the face. "Uh, I'm not good with strangers."
"Well, you're going to have to get good with them, Akane, because Elsa needs you to transport her and her sister."
"Who's her sister? Not the adorable redhead coming toward us?"
"The one and only."
"Oh boy!" Akane rushed toward Anna and hastily shook her hand, while Hikari slipped away, unnoticed by Elsa's younger sister. "So pleased to meet another redheaded princess!"
"Uh, you're welcome? Elsa, do you know who this is?"
"Her name is Akane. She's harmless."
"Good to know."
"And I want to take you somewhere, Anna. Somewhere amazing."
"Really? Where?" Anna's eyes brightened.
"Someplace we can only go to if Akane leads us. So Akane, if we step outside, we can begin."
They all exited the castle. Anna's heart was a flutter. Had Elsa asked her on a date?
But there was this third girl there, so it couldn't really be a date in the strictest sense, sadly.
Regardless, a date is a date, and Anna was excited.
And once outside, Akane took Elsa's left hand and Anna's right, then lifted all three of them into the air.
"Oh my gosh, we're flying!" Anna exclaimed, happily. It was interesting seeing an aerial view of Arendelle. Akane zipped along at a leisurely pace. This was very good, Elsa thought, for Anna would be so pleased that by the time the farting began Anna might be too overflowing with benevolent emotions to fight back.
They soared past birds and kept flying till mountains loomed in the distance. Akane brought them closer and closer to destiny. Elsa felt thrills ripple down her back. Soon Anna would be her fart slave, and by each minute the idea grew stronger and stronger in her mind, at how exuberant she would be.
Finally they glided over a mountain peak and Akane swooped down. A beautiful valley was seen down there. Akane landed in front of a great tree, the biggest and widest Elsa had every seen.
Staring in awe, she didn't notice for a moment they had landed. When she did, she advised Anna to take a seat beside her. The last glimmer of a purple sun was going out as night drew on.
"Have a seat," Elsa said, when she had finished drinking in the sight of the tree. Then she nearly laughed out loud, for she had just thought how soon if things went according to plan, her as in Elsa's seat would be Anna's face, whether Anna desired it or not.
Anna sat down, as did Elsa, though unfortunately on the grass, and not on Anna's face.
"I think I'll leave you two alone," Akane said, before backing away.
Elsa wished she could say that Akane wasn't in the way, but she needed to be alone with Anna for this.
"Big tree," Anna remarked.
"That's the Tree of Hope," Elsa said, pulling Anna close to her. "They say that if you come here with the most important person in the world to you, on a starry night, your wildest dreams will come true."
"Really?" Anna said. "That sounds awesome! I hope your wildest dreams come true, Elsa."
Actually, if you knew what they were, you might not want that, Elsa thought. But nevertheless, I really want to see them happen, sorry sis, if you end up not liking it when the time comes, but I have to shoot for it.
Akane flew them back. But in Elsa's mind it kept getting more puissant, the idea that Anna must serve her as a fart slave…
-u.u-
But before that pleasant time could arrive, Elsa had to first lure Anna into feelings that Elsa would never, ever put her in an unsavory position, before actually doing so.
And to that effect, Elsa arranged a picnic she and Anna would share. Oh, she couldn't wait to see it come to fruition!
So the picnic would presumably be an enjoyable distraction. But Elsa also had to put her feeling into it, she was sure.
She made a sandwich she knew Anna would love, submarine with chicken teriyaki, jalapenos, bell peppers, lettuce, tomato, vinegar and oil, ham, and Swiss cheese. Elsa thought how hot it would be to eat Anna's sandwich and then fart it out on her later, but now was not the time for that.
Elsa's own sandwich was macaroni, beef, curry rice, and tomato, which Hikari had told her would produce immense farts much later in the day, for this was Flatulence Day, though it wouldn't be till they arrived back at the castle that Elsa unleashed it.
The sisters gobbled down the sandwiches, enjoying each other's company. Oh how Elsa loved watching Anna eat! She couldn't get enough of seeing Anna chew and looking so adorable…
Elsa nearly forgot her goals, leaning in close as Anna finished her sandwich. Elsa planted a kiss on Anna's cheek, then moved to her lips.
Anna kissed back, hard. This was so refreshing to her, the most important person on Earth smooching with her.
Or most important to Anna at least.
"That's your first surprise," Elsa said. "There'll be another when we get back to the castle."
"Oh, really?" Anna said, her eyes shining. "I can't wait!"
They saddled up and rode back, Elsa having some trouble since only Anna had been trained to ride a horse. Her butt got a bit sore from falling. At last Anna said, "Come on, get on my horse."
Elsa did so gladly, hopping behind her younger sister. Oh, Anna had a nice butt. Wonderful and super close now. Elsa shook her head, she needed to not lose focus.
She was in danger of slipping into thoughts about Anna farting on her instead.
Well, that's the double-edged sword of this fetish. Look at Hikari. She took my farts with no trouble.
But no, Anna had to be her fart slave. Because when she thought about who she most wanted to fart on in the world, it wasn't Hikari, but this precious girl to whose waist she was currently clutching.
The horses finally arrived back at the castle. Elsa followed Anna into the stables to put the horses away. Then upon leaving the stables, and arriving back at the castle, Elsa shoved Anna into a room that wasn't really used for anything, just had a bare table and a painting by Jean-Honore Fragonard.
"I have a surprise for you, but it's not quite ready," Elsa said.
"Why not give it to me later, then?" Anna asked.
"Because this is a surprise I must give you during our date, and as far as I'm concerned, we're still on it."
"So this is an extended date?"
"Yes," Elsa said. "But I need to sit on your face for this to work."
"Hmmm, why?"
"So you can't see what I'm making you," Elsa said, pulling knitwork out of the drawer on the table, for she had planned this.
She also changed into a nightgown she had placed in the picnic basket, pink and flowing. Then she sat down on Anna's face, and began grinding her posterior over Anna's nose. Then after forty minutes, Elsa lifted the bottom of her gown so that only her panties resided in Anna's face. And she continued to grind.
My hot sister is face-sitting me, Anna thought. Is she saying what I think she's saying? That we can be…more than sisters? Girlfriends?
She thought with such pleasantness of the kiss earlier. There was no doubt in her mind that Elsa was hot for her…
But the sweat drencing out over Anna's face from being beneath Elsa, combined with the sweat produced by her butt doing work, had melted her panties. Which meant that after another fifteen minutes, Elsa's panties snapped apart, in ice.
Elsa's ice powers had always resulted in odd happenings. But never before had something that quaint caused Anna to have her sister's bare ass in her face.
Hot, beautiful, looming. Elsa was knitting her something up there, but what could it be? Gloves? A sweater? And why did she even knit if she could make the clothes using her powers?
Something fishy was going on here. Though Anna did recall faintly that Elsa had said her power can only alter clothes, not create them from nothing. Perhaps that was it.
"Your surprise is finally ready!" Elsa announced. Anna was so excited! What had her sister made her? It wouldn't matter what it was, though. The important thing was her favorite person in the world would be giving it to her—Elsa.
But instead of getting off, as expected, Elsa leaned forward. And her butt pressed down harder over Anna's face. If the knitwork was done, why did Elsa remain on her?
Ppppppppppppppppppppppbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaappppppptttttttttthhhhhhhhhhhhsssssssssssssrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr wentElsa's butt.
Anna expected Elsa to jump off immediately and say, "Oh, please forgive me, Anna, I didn't mean to release that, I should've gone to the bathroom before choosing to give you your present."
But Elsa didn't get off. And then she let out another, super foul-smelling fart.
Vvvvvvvvvvvppppppppppphhhhhhhhuuuuuuuuuuuuvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvjiiiiiiiiilllllllllllllpppppppp
When Elsa began on her third fart, Anna realized fully that this was intentional…Elsa meant to fart on her.
And now she was facing a real dilemma. Should she be horrified by this? Should she suggest Elsa get some mental help?
Or perhaps she was overthinking this. Maybe Elsa loved her…and this was her way of showing it.
Wait, of course Elsa loved her. That was the point of going to the tree and on the picnic, where they kissed…
Ohmigod, the tree. Had Elsa wished for this, there? To catch Anna off guard, so she could fart on her?
Rrrrrrrrrrppppppppppppppppppppppphhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhoooooooooooonnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnsssssssssssssssssssiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmbbbbbbbbbbrrrrrrrrr
Ugh, it was so malodorous, Anna felt like her nose would be in pain for months!
Her olfactory senses flared up.
The foul air that had burst from Elsa's anus smelled like macaroni and beef mixed with snow and firewood. Basically it was gross to smell, even though there were some nice food odors beneath it.
Elsa kept on farting for another ten minutes. Oh gosh, Anna felt like she were being punished. What had she done wrong?
Finally Elsa got off, so Anna felt such relief. Soon she'd be able to prance outside the room and locate some sweet scents to get her mind off this.
But Elsa tapped a panel on the wall, and it opened. Then Elsa pulled Anna to her feet, and shoved her into the space in the wall.
"Elsa, what—?"
"Keep following that corridor, it will lead you to my room."
"But Elsa, you just farted on me! And now you have a secret passageroom going from your room to here?"
"Yes. Now get moving, my butt is itching to unleash more gas."
"Oh no, you're not farting on me anymore, Elsa. Soon as I reach you room, I've leaving and putting on lots of perfume."
"My fart is the only perfume you need," Elsa said. "Now get moving!"
"Stop being so dictative. I thought we were the best of friends."
"We're not friends, we're sisters, and I want to fart on you in my room."
"That's disgusting, and so mean, Elsa! What happened to the sister I always loved?"
"I'm still here, and I do love you, Anna. You have to believe me. But for now, I need someone to fart on, and you're the one I chose."
"But it's so nasty! Why do you do it?"
"Well, if seems like a waste to fart if no one's around to smell it, right?"
"I wouldn't say that, I mean—isn't it unprincesslike to…?"
"Not as far as I'm concerned. And I know you've done it before, I heard you. Your farts sounds very cute, by the way."
Anna blushed. How could a fart be cute?
"Are you some kind of fart expert?" Anna asked.
"Er, I uh, might know a thing or two about it."
"Well, I don't get why you're into this, nor why you chose me to receive it. But you're my sister, and I'll try to bear with you on this."
Then Anna began moving along the corridor, though at a faster pace than Elsa had anticipated.
She's trying to make a break for it, Elsa thought. That's so adorable!
She followed at Anna's sped up pace. No way was she letting Anna escape. Anna's nose would suffer from these farts, who were dying to be sent up her nostrils. Oh, it'd be amazing!
Anna knocked over a grandfather clock lining the corridor on purpose, to slow Elsa's speed down. Elsa leapt over the clock, a little winded. Elsa might have lost the chance to fart on her sister more that night, but for one thing.
She had a clear enough head to cause the floor to become ice. Then as Anna tripped, Elsa made herself skates and made it over to Anna lickety-split, rolled Anna over so she was lying on her back, and sat on Anna's face, gown raised to expose her bare bottom, and farted.
Wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwuuuuuuuuuuuuuuvvvvvvvvvvviiiiiiiillllllllllllppppppppp
Anna started to scream, but when she did, Elsa moved her butt downward so her hole was directly over Anna's now open mouth, and Anna couldn't close it as the farts came…
Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnniiiiiiipppoooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaffffffffttttttttttttttt
Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrsssssssssssssssssssssssssnnnnnnnnnnnnnoooooooookkkkkkkkkkkkklllllllllllllllllfffffffffffffffooooooooooooxxxxxmmmm
Kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeenelllllllllllpppppppppphhhhhhhhhhheeeeeeeeesssssssssssrrrrrrttttttttttt
Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhiiiiiiiiiiiiiikkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkrrrrrrrrrrrrrrooooooooooommmmmmmsssssssttttttrrrr
Fart after fart came, and Anna felt uncomfortable not just from that, but also the ice her back was pressed up against.
Half an hour passed. Endless farts she was forced to swallow, based on Elsa's position. She was sure if Kristoff smelled her right now, he would faint. And die.
Suddenly Elsa broke out into the song for which the lyrics of she had been composing for some time:
Let it out,
Let it out,
Can't hold it in anymore!
I've got a fart up my butthole which needs a recipient,
Some nostrils to inflare
With malodorous gasses to spread everywhere!
Let it out,
Let it out,
Can't hold it in anymore!
I have to fart,
You have to smell it,
Our relationship couldn't be more…
Beautiful than this.
Did Elsa really think this was beautiful? How revolting. Ugh, it stank so bad. And that fart, it felt cold in addition to being horrible to her sense of smell.
Maybe this was Elsa's way of expressing love? But it was such a nasty way to do it, couldn't she have come up with something else?
One last fart, hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhttttttttttttttttiiiiiippppppppppppppppppnnnnnnnnnnnnnnooooooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaxxxxxxxxxx and Elsa rose.
"Jeez, I need the bathroom," she said, smiling down at Anna. "Pleasant farting on you. I hope to do it again soon. Real soon."
Then she hopped off.
No way am I letting her do this to me ever again, Anna thought. But she couldn't even move for a few minutes. Something about being farted on made her muscles relax far too much, and they weren't responding to her decision to get up…or maybe her body finally felt comfortable lying here after how long it was.
Finally, she rose, and made her way toward the end of the corridor. She paused before Elsa's bed, so pristine. How often she had imagined sleeping in that bed with her sister. Well, unfortunately, it might not ever happen, because Anna didn't know if she could trust herself to be alone with Elsa again, due to Elsa's need to fart.
And with that in mind, she reached for the doorknob. She knew once she opened it, she'd be free.
But it took her a moment to turn it. A thought entered her mind, what if this was the last time she'd see the inside of this room for a good while?
Till Elsa got over this.
But what if Elsa never got over this? And then they started to fight…
Anna liked fighting with her sister much less than being farted on by her. In fact, if Elsa were to threaten to argue with her all the time if she didn't allow her sister to fart on her, she was sure she'd go with the latter.
I love you, Elsa. Even if you want to release powerful gasses out your butt in my face. No matter what, you're still important to me. And I will be there for you, no matter what you need. But why couldn't what you need not pain my nostrils so?
And with these thoughts running through her head, she opened the door.