June 29th
my bedroom
sunny
1:00 p.m.
Dear diary,
Last night was embarrassing.
I know you don't need any backstory, but it helps me think when I write. A while back, Elsa and I confessed our love for each other. I remember how romantic and cute it was. Elsa was more bashful about it than I was (why would I be embarrassed? It's true love, plus Elsa is an all-powerful queen with ice magic. I don't think our relationship would be a problem to anyone, hahaha.). We'd hold hands of course. And for the longest time we'd sneak kisses to each other behind everyone's back. It was like a game.
And here I am, open to the idea of just telling the entire kingdom that we're in love, but at the same time I'm super nervous! Because I know where this is going to eventually lead to and it's exciting! I want to just jump up and down and scream! But at the same time I'm scared that I won't be any good for Elsa? I don't know. It's silly now that I'm writing it out.
Anyway. Last night she and I were in her bed, kissing. We were side by side at first, her fingers unweaving my braids, and my hands already tangled up in her hair. I could tell that she really wanted to… And she straddled me, leaning down to kiss me. Her hair was draped around my head, almost like she even wanted to keep the moon from seeing what we were obviously doing.
And I thought that I would try to be the assertive one and get on top of her. So I rolled her over to switch our positions and I rolled off the bed.
It happened so fast, I didn't even know how I got on the floor in the first place. But there was Elsa, still towering over me, and laughing. She asked if I was hurt. I wasn't, but my poor pride sure was.
Okay, so I'm not very commanding in bed. I'm sure I'll get the hang of it.
July 4th
garden
breezy
2:00 p.m.
Dear diary,
I rediscovered my lack of grace in bed once again last night.
I was waiting all day for Elsa to retire to our (her) room. I'm embarrassed to say that I got a teensy weensy bit impatient and decided to yank her out of her meeting. I mean, I didn't. She just happened to be on her way back and I met her halfway down the hall. We made out against the wall for a bit. We were right next to one of the armor statues. I like to pretend he was keeping watch for us.
We finally got to her room, and I wanted to press her against her door. I wanted to be nearer to her, to nibble on her neck as I hiked up her dress, and breathing down my neck would be the thrill of possibly getting caught. It was so exciting, just the mere thought of it. What would happen afterwards?
But unfortunately I was a complete klutz and didn't close the door all the way, so when I went to slam her into the door, it opened and we fell to the ground, knocking our heads together.
And in case you were wondering, yes, we were found like that. No one questioned it. So much for my dramatic fantasies.
July 22nd
Dear diary,
I'm starting to think I'm losing Elsa's interest in me. I don't know why I'm so awkward to this whole… sex thing! I love her to death, it's obvious, and I know she loves me. And I know she probably doesn't have as big of a… sexual appetite as I do. I mean I want to do so many things with her, I do! We've even talked about it, even if it wasn't a lot, it was still helpful.
But I'm so clumsy, every time I try to make it go further, (to take it into the next step I guess) I just find new ways of messing it up.
I guess I should be thankful. I mean, whenever she's in the mood, I happily oblige her. But whenever I'm in the mood, I feel like I'm inconveniencing her, even if she says she's willing.
I thought that maybe I could do things to her like what I do when I'm alone… you know…? But this almost always ends up happening.
Like, okay.
I want to have sex with her, but I'm really nervous. I thought about it ALL day. And even before that! So I decide to just be brave and go for it, right? We were making out, getting really into it (at least I think Elsa was into it. Its hard to tell because I can barely ever hear her). We were grinding against each other. And then suddenly I couldn't hold it back anymore and I…
Ugh I can't even think about it, it's so embarrassing!
The look on her face was just… and I was just. And it happened anyway. Even though I tried not to. She told me that she thought it was "cute". To top off my embarrassment, I started crying.
We tried again after, but still.
July 30th
my bedroom
raining
8:15 a.m.
Elsa left on a ship to Corona. She won't be back till late August. I'm sorry I'm not myself today. Not because of my previous (failed) attempts at wooing her. But this is the first time either of us have been on a ship in almost four years. You understand why I'm worried.
August 8th
Elsa's bedroom
partially cloudy
9:30 a.m.
Dearest diary,
Word came that Elsa made it safely to Corona! She arrived on the 6th. Even though I miss her like crazy, and I wish I was there with her, I just feel so much better. I even feel like getting out of the castle today! No reclusive Anna today. No way, I'm in too good of spirits to be cooped up.
August 15th
Elsa's bedroom
cloudy
12:30 p.m.
Hey diary,
Sorry I haven't been writing lately! I'm trying very hard to keep myself preoccupied. I snooped through Elsa's room and found some romance novels. I don't know if she's ever read these, they barely look touched. But I skimmed through some of them and I think I'm going to try a few things with her when she gets back.
Like there's this one scene in this book where the pirate king finds his mistress waiting for him in his bed chambers… I won't spoil it, and some parts won't even work for us since we're both girls, but I can always improvise. I'm pretty good at improvising!
August 16th
Elsa's bedroom
windy
6:15 a.m.
Oh diary,
I had such a lovely dream with Elsa in it last night. At first it didn't start out lovely. I found that she went back up to her ice castle because she was afraid of what Arendelle would think about our "forbidden love". I chased after her, and for some reason I was in Kristoff's clothes? I don't know why, but it made sense in my dream.
Anyway, I had her up against the wall, and even though she resisted at first, she tackled me to the floor… and she took my shirt off and was massaging me… I had complained that she was completely clothed while I wasn't. And before I knew it, her dress disappeared entirely. She put her hand down my pants and…
Well, needless to say, I woke up and had to take care of some business, and that's why I'm up so early.
Now I'm feeling unusually tired and going back to sleep.
August 19th
Elsa's bedroom
cloudy
9:00 p.m.
Dear diary,
Please don't tell Elsa, but I think I'm going a bit insane with a lack of contact from her. I started pretending a pillow was her. I've been counting down the days for her return. I need her like. Now.
August 21st
Elsa's bedroom
partially cloudy
1:00 p.m.
Dear diary,
I had another sexy Elsa dream last night. I think I'm having withdrawals.
I wouldn't have this problem if she just let me come with her, but she said she needed me here. Which simply isn't fair because that meant that I had to go this entire time without kissing her stupid gorgeous face. Oh crap, I wish I could erase that. I didn't mean Elsa's face was stupid, I'm just so frustrated and I need her to kiss me, like, now! Her face is gorgeous. Not stupid at all. Ugh why is ink permanent?
Sunday August 23rd
my bedroom
raining
10:00 a.m.
Today is the day that Elsa comes back from Corona! She's been gone for almost an entire month. It felt like five-hundred months. I've missed her SO much!
Anyway, diary, remember how Elsa and I haven't… done anything? (Gosh I feel silly even writing it down.) Well, I think I'm finally ready to do more with her! Being away from her has convinced me to take action!
I can see her ship's sails from the window through the rain, and I'm so anxious for her to come through those doors. I'm wondering if I should meet her by the door when she first gets here? Or maybe I could just wait for her in her room like in that book I read? Yeah, I think she'd like that. She'll be so surprised!
Sunday August 23rd
Elsa's bedroom
still raining
11:30 a.m.
I was laying in bed for like a half hour waiting for her to come into her bedroom. Found out that as soon as she reached the docks, she went straight for the baths. Just my luck, right? She can't escape me this time! Wish me luck!
Sunday August 23rd
baths
sleeting
3:00 p.m.
I think we'll be doing the bath thing a lot more often.
I walked in there just in time to catch her before she took her dress off. The entire bath room was steamed up as the water was being prepped by Gerda. Poor Elsa was soaked to the bone, and her dress looked like it weighed about two-hundred more pounds than it rightfully should have. Her make-up was smudged too, making her look like an adorable albino raccoon. And her hair was dripping and her braids were falling loose. She looked… inviting.
I was staring really hard at Elsa, and it felt like my heart decided to crawl up into my neck and choke me because I couldn't breathe. I was so distracted, I didn't even catch what Gerda had said before she left us alone (it's okay, she knows Elsa and I share a bath sometimes. I don't think she knows about us. But if she doesn't, I'll be surprised because the last time we were in here, I was giggling all crazy as a March Hare. Not that I'd care if anyone knew anyway.).
I could feel my eyes getting bigger as Elsa approached me, I thought they were going to fall out of my head. "Anna?" she said, smiling. "Huh, what?" I asked. She rolled her eyes at me (I could never get angry at her for it, I was probably silly enough to deserve that reaction out of her) and repeated what she was trying to say before, "I said, hello and that I missed you." I wiggled where I stood, clenching my fists together excitedly. "I missed you too!"
Then she reached in to give me a hug. I hadn't realized that she was still wearing her wet dress until my own clothes started soaking through. I shrieked at how cold the water was and she laughed at me. She's such a stinker.
"Well? Aren't you going to help me out of this? It's kind of a two-person job." she said softly, turning her back to me so I could untie her. She wasn't helpless, I've seen her undress herself before (not that I watched or anything). I started pulling at the corset strings, probably doing it faster than I should've because it ended up in knots anyway. It still fell down to the floor, revealing her damp bare back, which had a glassy look to it that I wanted to lick all over. And those freckles. God, those near-invisible freckles that I loved so much. I wasted no time kissing the ones on her shoulder blades.
I heard Elsa moan already (which is a shocker because she's usually quiet as a mouse) which was good news for me because that meant that she was probably as worked up as I was. Could she have been anticipating this on her trip back?
It wasn't anything to pay attention to when I heard the bottom part of her dress plop to the floor. But her voice snapped me out of the trance I was in when I was kissing up her neck. "Anna?" she turned and smirked at me, completely naked (the little tease). "Get undressed. I need to turn the water off before it overflows the tub." Oh. Right. That would help.
Flailing around like an escaped lunatic as an attempt to get out of my own dress must've been quite a show for Elsa because when I pulled my dress over my head, I caught her staring and laughing at me. I did my sarcastic smile at her. She was obviously not in any hurry to save the water.
I was ready to jump into the tub head-first when I realized that I was still wearing leggings, which were trapped by my boots that stopped half-way up my calfs. These were such a struggle to take off. I just HAD to wear these today of all days, didn't I? Removing those silly things required me to sit down, so I took a spot on the floor and fought with the laces, grumbling to myself as I went. I've been ready for Elsa since before she even left, absolutely out of my fricken mind for her, and now I had to deal with waiting five more minutes to-
It was that moment when I noticed that Elsa's hind end was (strategically) placed inches away from my face. Through the steam, I could see her bent over the edge of the tub, testing the temperature of the water with one hand, one knee perched on the rim, the other placed firmly on the floor. She was balancing herself on her other arm, blonde hair cascading over her shoulders and back, hiding all of her face except for her slightly open mouth. She was so beautiful, she reminded me of a nymph (or a goddess would be a more appropriate name for her).
My eyes wandered back and forth for a moment, until I suddenly became fixated on the light pink bloom before me. This was a new, exciting expanse to Elsa that I hadn't seen from this side before. If she was stunning a few minutes ago, now she was seriously heart-stopping. Between missing her, and wanting her body against mine, and seeing her now, I was completely overwhelmed. I couldn't contain myself. I closed my eyes, not really questioning my actions after staring for so long. I started kissing her on this silky, rose-like part of her.
I heard her squeak, and it echoed through the bath. That was the loudest (and most adorable) sound I ever heard come out of her. It was so… sexy. And it drove me on harder. I wanted to hear more of that noise.
Elsa tensed up when I started licking her in the same spot, bringing my hands up to grab those fantastic hips of hers. She was a bit wobbly so I held onto her as best as I could, while letting my tongue ravish her down there. Unlike anything I've ever had, Elsa's taste was different (a good different) but severely addicting. A moan escaped from my mouth, and from the way that she pressed into my tongue I was guessing she really liked it when I did that.
"Anna…!" her hand reached back and clutched onto my hair. I kept going but she was signaling me to stop. I whined as I came up for air, but she was turned around, sitting on the edge of the tub and grabbed my face, bringing my lips up to meet hers. I practically climbed her body to get up to her level so to not be on the floor anymore, my mouth never straying too far from Elsa's. She pulled me in, pressing her fingers into my back.
I was too taken by her deep moaning (and too distracted by her sucking on my bottom lip, and her breasts pressed against me, and her scratching, and irresistible squirming…) to stop us from falling back into the tub. At that point it was too late to worry about the water getting on the floor.
Not that we cared. I wasn't even concerned about my really nice boots getting waterlogged. I was too busy laughing between kisses and fumbling to get my hair out of my eyes. The pants that were trapped under the boots proved to be an issue for Elsa, since she took a moment of her time to throw the boots off my feet and shimmy my leggings off to throw them across the floor.
The rest of it was a blur of...something. We were definitely at our most animalistic. While it had started off awkward, as most of our intimate moments do, this was by far the best one so far. I even discovered that Elsa has an incredible talent at holding her breath underwater. Among other things.