Anna leaned against a counter in the castle kitchen. Her foot tapped against the stone floor while she stared at the wall, her mind elsewhere.

In the few weeks that had passed since she and Elsa confessed their romantic feelings for one another, Anna found herself more and more distracted by her sister's incredible body. She traced Elsa's every curve with her eyes whenever she got the chance. The blonde had even begun to invade her dreams, and Anna had woken up hot and bothered multiple times after abrupt endings to some rather steamy ones.

Anna sighed. Spending so much time thinking about Elsa was getting her riled up, but the Queen was returning from a short trip to a nearby town and wouldn't be getting home until early the next morning. Not that it really matters, she thought wryly. Despite having been together for over a month, she and Elsa had done little more than kiss. Their daily make out sessions had gotten more intense, with lips branching out to trail along a jawline or neck. But the taste of something slightly adventurous only left Anna desperately thirsty for more. She wanted to feel Elsa's skin underneath her fingers, taste the swell of her breasts, bury her face in Elsa's—

"Good morning, Your Highness."

Anna snapped out of her fantasy to see Gerda walking by with a basket of eggs. "Morning," she said hastily. She tried to act casual, painfully aware of the fire roiling in her gut.

"Are you alright, dear?" Gerda asked. "You've got a bit more color today than usual."

Anna scrubbed at her cheeks, as if it would have any effect on the flush pervading them. "I'm fine," she said. "Just a little… warm." She peeked at the door, wondering if she could make an escape without seeming suspicious. Though, the sidelong glance that Gerda was giving her suggested that it was too late for that. She racked her brain for an excuse to leave, but she couldn't get the image of Elsa lying naked on the bed out of her mind.

"Not sure why you'd come down here if you're warm," Gerda said, sprinkling some kindling into the belly of the stove. She lit a long match and held it to the dry tinder until it caught fire. "This old thing burns like a bonfire. It makes it sauna down here if you run it too hot or too long." She turned the damper and the flames shrunk. "Now, you seem awfully distracted this morning. Did you have something you wanted to talk about?"

"No!" Anna said too forcefully. She clamped her mouth shut before she could dig the hole she was in any deeper. Although… she thought. Talking might help. And Gerda's the closest I've got to a mom now. She grimaced, unable to believe that she was about to discuss how to seduce her sister with a woman who helped raise them both.

"Actually," she said, "there was one thing." She tried to ignore the little satisfied smirk on Gerda's face. Just be concise. Don't babble. She swallowed and plowed ahead before she could overthink what she was doing.

"Let's say, in a completely hypothetical scenario, that there were two people in a… romantic relationship," she said, wringing her hands. She stared at the floor, afraid that she would crack like an egg under Gerda's scrutinizing stare. "A-and they're… in love." Every fiber of her being screamed at her to just stop talking and run away, but she pressed on. "How would these theoretical people know when to make their relationship more… physical?"

Gerda froze for a moment, then went back to preparing some food. She took her time to answer, which caused Anna to start squirming impatiently. "If nothing else," she said at length, "they should at least wait until after they're married. It would be a shame if there were to be an… accident out of wedlock." She sighed. "I've heard too many stories of young women who thought that they were 'truly in love,' only to watch the men they were with walk out the door when they were with child."

Anna blinked, confused by the turn their conversation had taken. But Elsa and I can't even… Oh… She grabbed a spoon lying on the counter and fiddled with it. "And what if they couldn't get married?" she asked. "Because they… just can't. But w— they still love each other very much."

Gerda put down the knife she was using and wiped her hands on her apron. She walked over next to Anna and leaned against the counter. "As difficult as it may be to believe, I was once a young maiden," she said, smiling. "I may not have been the most beautiful woman in the village, but I had my share of gentleman suitors. I know the rush of emotions that comes with being in love." She paused, her smile fading. "But I also know that one mistake can have very serious consequences. I would tell these hypothetical people that if they can't be married, then they shouldn't be considering making their relationship more serious."

Next to her, the Princess slumped down. "But," Gerda continued, "I know that young people are prone to recklessness, especially ones in love. If they truly wanted to make their relationship more serious, then I would suggest that they be extremely careful."

Anna didn't respond. She couldn't. It was embarrassingly clear that Gerda had seen right through her. She wanted nothing more than to run to her room and hide there for the next decade. "I'm gonna… go," she said weakly. She forced herself to move, heading resolutely towards the door. Once she reached it, she broke out into a run and didn't stop until she was back in her room.

"We should have sex."

Elsa froze, her thumbs still hooked into the pair of riding breeches she was trying to take off. "I'm sorry," she said, looking over her shoulder at her sister. "Could you repeat that?"

Anna could only look back at her from over the hand that she had hastily clamped over her mouth. The redhead slowly lowered it and tried again. "Um, good morning?" she said, smiling nervously. "How was the trip?"

Elsa turned and crossed her arms. She knew that all she had to do was wait and eventually Anna would crack. As the silence stretched, her sister began fidgeting uncomfortably. Three… Two… One…

"I said that I think we should have sex!" Anna blurted out. Elsa raised an eyebrow, and the redhead hurriedly tried to offer an explanation. "I didn't mean it. Well, I meant it, I just didn't mean to say it first thing when I saw you. I was going to build up to it and bring it up gently, but…" She waved her hands towards Elsa's legs. "Have you seen your butt in those things?" The blonde coughed into a hand to try and cover up the blush spreading up her neck. After a few seconds of silence, Anna asked, "Have you… ever thought about it?"

"Occasionally," Elsa replied, feeling the heat rise up to her cheeks. "It sounds… exciting, but I don't… I mean I've never…"

"Well, of course not," Anna said. "Not to be mean, but I would be surprised if you had what with you locking yourself away for years." She leaned over and nudged her sister with an elbow. "But I'm sure that you got plenty of practice by yourself." The blonde wrapped her arms around her stomach and looked off to the side.

"Wait…" Anna said, blinking. "You mean that you've never even…" She trailed off, vaguely motioning towards her waist. "Played with yourself?"

"No," Elsa replied feebly. She couldn't believe that she was having this conversation with anyone, least of all her sister. "I tried once when I was… 14, I think, but I started to lose control of my powers while I was focusing on what felt good. I haven't had the courage to try since." She glanced at Anna, who seemed to have several questions but was unable to decide which one to ask.

Outside, the city's clock tower rang out, announcing the arrival of a new hour. Elsa grimaced; she was officially late. "I'm sorry, Anna," she said. "I missed you, and I'd love to spend some time together, but I have a Council meeting this morning that I'm late for."

"Oh," Anna replied, her expression falling, "right. I'll just… get out of your hair then." She gave a weak smile and started for the door.

"Anna," Elsa called after her sister. The redhead looked back, one hand already on the doorknob. "I'll think about… what you said." Anna's face lit up and she ran back across the room to give Elsa a kiss. It was a fairly innocent one, but several days apart combined with her sister's infectious enthusiasm made Elsa want to pull Anna closer and deepen it. You're late, she reminded herself, but she couldn't bring herself to care overly much.

Fortunately, Anna broke the kiss and skipped back to the door, giving a final wave before she ducked outside. Elsa could only stare at the door for a few moments, her mind swirling with a dozen different thoughts. She buried her face in her hands and groaned. As if this wasn't hard enough, she thought. She ran her hands through her hair and pushed the maelstrom of thoughts to the back of her mind. I'll worry about it later.

As it turned out, 'later' was about thirty seconds after her meeting with her Council had started. Duke Karloff had taken the floor to discuss… something. Elsa sometimes had trouble keeping track of the various topics that the Duke hopped between from day to day. Is he back to the feral cats? Or was that last time?

Regardless of which particular topic Duke Karloff was rambling on about, Elsa had difficulty paying attention. She kept her eyes on him, primarily watching his hands wave around while he talked, but her mind wandered elsewhere. Anna's words echoed in her mind again.

You mean that you've never even… played with yourself?

Elsa furrowed her brow. Why did she point… down there? she wondered. Thinking back to the time that she had tried 'playing with herself,' she had found that her breasts were much more pleasurable than her… 'womanhood' as her mother had called it. Her mother had explained to her, in graphic detail, that one day she would lay with her husband and use the slit between her legs would be used to conceive and bear a child. But for now, all it was good for was bleeding once a month while being uncomfortable and messy the rest of the time.

She refocused on the meeting. Alexi was still droning on about the cats. Is that how you're supposed to do it? she wondered, her mind wandering again. I suppose it makes sense. Her mother had made sex sound like a chore that Elsa would need to suffer through for the sake of her husband and the kingdom. Between that and her lone failure at pleasuring herself, she had obstinately refused to give the subject much thought. But now that Anna had forced her to think about it, she was having a difficult time stopping. Anna thought that I'd had lots of… practice. Has she? The idea of her sister touching herself made Elsa's heart race. It was a dangerous line of thought, but she could pursue it just a bit more…

"Your Majesty?"

Elsa snapped back to attention. Half of the table was staring at her, while the other half made poor attempts at hiding their furtive glances. She desperately tried to come up with an excuse that didn't involve fantasizing about her sister. "I'm sorry," she said. "It seems breakfast isn't sitting well with me." She considered her options while the nobles exchanged looks with one another. It was tempting to postpone the meeting and come back once she had cleared her head, but that wasn't a long term solution. She was already frequently distracted by thoughts of Anna, and she didn't foresee that changing in the near future.

"If I may, Your Majesty?" Alexi began. He waited for Elsa's nod to continue. "You've attended every single Council meeting since becoming Queen, barring a small handful when you've been ill." He paused for a moment, weighing his words. "While your dedication is certainly admirable, we understand the weight of the Crown. Should you wish to… eschew a meeting on occasion, we would not be offended." He smiled and added, "Why, during the first year of your father's rule, he missed more Council meetings than he attended."

Elsa considered the idea. It was certainly intriguing, yet it seemed odd to have a meeting designed to inform her of the goings on of the kingdom without her. A little delegation never hurt anyone. "Very well," she said, standing. "But I want a summary of any topics discussed in my absence on my desk by this evening."

"Of course, Your Majesty," Alexi replied, bowing.

"If you'll excuse me, gentlemen," Elsa said, heading for the door. She ducked out into the hallway, but didn't know where to go once the door closed behind her. She felt uneasy, a strange mix of excitement and guilt, as if she were a child skipping her tutoring lessons. The muted voices of the Council drifted through the door, so Elsa started walking. She pondered the possibilities of her newfound freedom. It didn't take long for her to land back on thoughts of Anna.

Where did she get off to? Elsa wondered. She had half a mind to track Anna down and drag her sister back to her bedroom. But even with her recent fascination—or obsession—with sex, the idea of actually sleeping with Anna was still terrifying. Not least because she had no idea how to go about it.

Anna did mention getting 'practice.' Elsa bit her lip, her mind flashing back to her room covered in a layer of snow. Even so, the memories of the pleasure she had felt before she stopped made her gut churn. A familiar discomfort was brewing, but it was stronger than usual. It was an itch deep inside of her. One that she couldn't scratch, or rather, that she didn't entirely trust herself to.

She headed for her room, passing several servants along the way who stepped aside and bowed as always. Despite the normalcy of it, she couldn't help but think that they knew. She didn't know how they were supposed to know, but somehow... somehow, they knew what she was thinking. They all knew what she was going to do once she reached her bedchambers. Most importantly, they hall knew who she would be thinking about while doing so. She shook her head and chided herself. Don't be ridiculous. Regardless, she quickened her pace until she finally reached the safety of her room and bolted the door shut behind her.

Elsa slumped against the door. She had been in such a hurry to get back, but she was at a loss of what to do now that she was alone. First things first, I suppose. She slid out of her dress and tossed it over the back of a chair. Her bra and panties followed suit, though they would have to be washed later after a cursory inspection showed that her panties were more than a little moist. Briefly she worried about having left evidence of her excitement on the council seat. She swallowed her fears loudly and, after a second check to make sure that the door was indeed bolted shut, she climbed onto her bed. Having arrived at her destination, she sighed and leaned against the wall, once again at a loss of what to do.

Well, Anna pointed down there, so… Elsa trailed a hand down her body, over her stomach and through the sparse hairs over her groin. She ran a finger along the slit between her legs. A surge of pleasure shot through her, causing her to suck in a sharp breath. She brought her hand back up and examined her finger. It was wet. She knew that it happened whenever she felt... weird? Excited? But had never thought about it beyond that. She stuck her tongue out to taste it before she could think any better of it. The liquid had a sharp, tangy taste, but it wasn't unpleasant.

The feeling in her gut swelled. She felt warm all over, but it was strongest between her legs. Elsa carefully reached back down and did it again, tracing her finger up and down until it was coated in the liquid. She slid the tip of her finger into her vagina, gasping at the strange yet pleasant sensation. She pushed deeper, until her finger was completely engulfed. It was odd, the feeling was both powerful and not enough. She pulled her hand back, then went back in with two fingers, working them in and out.

Better, but— Her thoughts evaporated as a bolt of white hot bliss raced through her. Elsa froze for a moment, trying to figure out what had happened. She pushed in as deeply as she could. Her palm pressed against her skin, and a second weaker swell of pleasure pulsed out. She pulled her fingers out and felt around the lips of her vagina. Just above them, she found a small nub that sent intense waves of pleasure through her when she rubbed it.

Something niggled at the back of her mind, but she pushed it away. She worked her fingers in and out, building a steady rhythm and rubbing her palm against her clit when she pushed in. A guttural moan threatened to tear its way from her lips, and she had to bite them to keep from making noise. The heat in her groin coiled and built. She wasn't sure what it was building to, but she just knew it had to be amazing. Why else would Anna have gotten so excited when she'd agreed just to think about having sex with her?

"Little… more…" Elsa panted. Her breathing was ragged and sweat glued her hair to her face. The niggling feeling came back stronger, but she ignored it again. She could feel that she was close to something. It felt like she was moving toward the edge of a cliff, but she couldn't quite get there. She grunted in annoyance. Just as she neared the edge of the cliff, it moved just out of reach. She brought her free hand up and teased her nipple.

Clomp… Clomp… Clomp…

Elsa's eyes shot open. She froze, fingers buried deep in herself. The footsteps grew closer. She didn't dare to even breathe. A shadow moved in front of her door, and for an instant she thought that it might pass by. That hope died as the feet stopped in the middle of the door and three quick raps sounded from the wood.

"One moment!" Elsa called, wincing at the panic that tinged her voice. She leapt out of bed and took stock of her dismal situation. Clothes. She glanced at the dress she'd tossed over the chair. It would take too long to wiggle back into it. She summoned her magic and waved a hand down her body to quickly conjure a robe. The arousal in her gut churned and flared, reminding her that she had unfinished business. She ignored it, but had to bite back a groan as her magic faded. Her libido had bled over into her magic, it seemed. The "robe" she had created was little more than a thin, sheer piece that clung to her body and barely stretched down to her butt. She quickly waved it away, then took a deep breath to try again.

However, Elsa's attempt at calming herself only served to alert her to a new problem. Her room stank of sex. She had to bite her tongue to keep from screaming in frustration. She grabbed the sheet from her bed, wrapped it around herself, said a quick prayer to the gods, then opened the door slightly. "Yes, Kai?" she asked, leaning around so that only her head and a shoulder were visible.

If the whole ordeal phased him in the least, Kai didn't show it. "Forgive me, Your Majesty," he said, bowing. "But the Governess of Trondheim has arrived in the city. She is still settling into her accommodations, but she will arrive at the castle within the hour."

"Of course, thank you. I'll be along shortly," Elsa said. She chided herself inwardly, unable to believe that she had gotten so distracted as to forget about the Governess' visit. She expected Kai to bow and excuse himself as he always did, but he didn't. The butler shifted from one foot to the other, uncharacteristically ill at ease. "Was there… Something else?" she asked.

"Pray forgive me if this… oversteps certain bounds," Kai said. "But I've heard that women will sometimes use an unburnt candle or the handle of a hairbrush if they are having trouble… trying to relieve themselves."

Elsa felt like the floor had fallen out from under her. Part of her wished that it had and a bottomless pit would swallow her up, never to be seen again. She was unable to move or respond, struck dumb by the simple fact that someone knew. Not just someone, she thought. Kai. He… He heard me…

She snapped back to attention, but Kai was already gone. The door echoed through her room as she closed it before heading back to the bed. She flopped down on it and buried her head under the pillows, content to stay there until she starved.

Elsa prowled through the halls, searching for the only splash of red hair in the castle. Unfortunately, her plan to hide away in her room forever had not withstood the discipline drilled into her by her father, so she had reluctantly left her room to prepare to receive the Mayoress. Before she could focus on that, though, she needed to find Anna. Her arousal had dampened after being interrupted, but it hadn't fully abated. The raging fire had burned down to a bed of smoldering embers, but it still tickled in her gut and beckoned her to stoke it again.

Elsa headed out into one of the castle's gardens. A small part of her hoped that the fresh air might help clear her head, but deep down she knew it wouldn't make a difference. She was about to head back inside when she heard her sister's voice float over from the other side of the garden. She made her way around some bushes and found Anna kneeling next to a pond and talking to some ducks. She cleared her throat as she approached, causing her sister to jump and look up.

"Oh, Elsa, it's just you," Anna said. She stood up and brushed off her skirt. "What's up? I didn't—." Her words trailed off as she got a good look at Elsa. Her sister's normally ice blue eyes were darker, and her whole bearing was that of a predator who had finally cornered their prey. Anna took a step back, but Elsa's hand darted forward and slid around her back to hold her in place. Anna's breath caught in her throat as the blonde closed in.

Elsa closed the last few inches between them and pressed their lips together. After a moment, her tongue met Anna's and began a now familiar dance. It was good, but she wanted more. She needed more. She raked her nails over Anna's stomach, causing her sister to let out a pitiful moan. Elsa reluctantly pulled back. Once they separated, she said, "We should have sex."

"Okay," Anna murmured, her eyes unfocused. She grabbed at her dress, clumsily trying to undo some of the laces and zippers that held it together.

The words 'not here' leapt to Elsa's lips, but she bit them back. She was already on edge, with only a thin veneer of decorum and sense keeping her from ravaging her sister on the spot. The extra level of risk and excitement from doing so outdoors was too much for her to handle. She grabbed Anna by the wrist and led her toward the far edge of the garden. She found a spot along the wall nestled between two large bushes. She pulled Anna into it and pushed her up against the wall before attacking her with frenzied kisses. Her sister responded eagerly.

Elsa tried to work at the laces holding the redhead's dress closed, but she was too worked up for the fine maneuvers necessary and ended up simply dragging her nails over Anna's ribs. Thankfully, her sister was up to the task, and the laces slackened after a few seconds of tugging. She slid the dress off of Anna's shoulders, letting it fall down to her waist and revealing her pert breasts.

"No bra?" Elsa asked, grinning salaciously.

"I don't like the way it feels," Anna said, glancing off to the side. The flush in her face and neck deepened. "If I'm not doing anything… official for a while, sometimes I take it off." She shrugged. "It's not like you can tell, anyway."

"Oh really?" Elsa wondered aloud, leaning back in to kiss Anna's neck. She summoned the barest hint of her magic to chill the tip of her finger. "I suppose I could make it—" She used her finger to circle Anna's nipple, which hardened under her cold touch. "—a little more noticeable." She nipped at the redhead's collarbone, drawing a sharp gasp from her.

"Elsa," Anna whined. "This isn't fair." She pawed helplessly at Elsa's chest, still hidden under her dress. "You're having all of the fun."

Elsa grabbed her sister's arms and pinned them against the wall above her head. "Who said anything about playing fair?" she asked before diving back in to continue lavishing Anna's neck and chest. The redhead squirmed underneath her, arching her back to give Elsa better access.

"Please," Anna said, her arms weakly pulling against Elsa's grip. She bit her lip as the blonde trailed a row of kisses down the valley between her breasts, then whimpered as she pulled away.

Elsa released her sister's arms and leaned back. She yanked her dress down off of her shoulders and over her chest, laces be damned. Reaching back, she unhooked her bra and tossed it off to the side. She waited for Anna to come to her, but the redhead only sat back and stared at her in awe. "Come now," she said, "I don't bite."

Anna shook herself from her reverie and moved in to lavish Elsa's neck with attention. She slowly crept her hand up the blonde's side until she cupped a breast. Elsa moaned as her sister kneaded the soft flesh, her fingers slowly moving up to tease the nipple. She couldn't fully focus on the pleasure, though. Something itched at the back of her mind just as it had in her room. She tried to ignore it, but it refused to go away.

"An—ah!" she cried as Anna tweaked her nipple. She gripped the redhead's shoulders, torn between pushing her away and pulling her tighter. The roiling lust racing through her veins threatened to overtake her, but she pushed through it. "Wait, Anna. St-stop."

Anna pulled back and looked up at Elsa, worry in her eyes. "Did I do something wrong? Did it not feel good?" she asked.

"No, no," Elsa said. "It felt amazing. I just—" She fell silent as a pair of voices floated over from deeper in the garden. The fire within her turned to ice instantly. "Someone's coming," she whispered harshly.

"In the bushes," Anna said. The blonde merely stared at her in confusion. "Get in the bush. Hide." She grabbed her sister by the shoulders and forcibly pushed her into the foliage. The twigs and branches scratched at her bare skin as she climbed in after her. "Don't move," she told Elsa once they were both concealed. "Not even if you think they see you. Don't move. Don't talk. Don't even breathe too loud." The blonde stared at her, a dozen questions swimming in her eyes. "I've… done this before," Anna explained meekly. She held a finger to her lips.

They waited in the bush as the voices drifted closer. After a time, a pair of guards rounded a corner and headed towards them. Elsa glanced at Anna, but the redhead was staring out at the approaching men. One of them barked a laugh. The guards drew closer and closer, until Elsa was sure that they would see her. But she kept still as Anna had told her. One of the men fell silent, followed shortly by the other.

"What is it?" the latter asked. He was a short, heavier man with a full bushy beard.

"Is that… a bra?" the taller, bald one asked.

Elsa felt her heart stop in her chest. It took every ounce of her self-restraint to keep from calling out, from ordering them to leave. A gentle touch alighted on her arm, and see turned slightly to see her sister looking at her reassuringly.

'It's okay,' she mouthed. 'Just wait.'

The bald guard picked up Elsa's bra from where it had landed on the side of the bush. "Looks like someone had a bit too much fun last night," he said.

"Someone, eh?" the other one replied. "Did ya bring that tavern girl ya met last week out here last night?" He waddled over and dug an elbow into the bald one's side. "Just tryin' to show off?"

"Oh piss off, ya ruddy bastard," the tall one said. He threw the bra on the ground and strode off in long, fast steps.

"Slow down!" the hefty guard cried, hobbling after him. "Ya know I got short legs!" He followed after his partner and they disappeared around a corner.

Elsa let out a breath she didn't realize that she had been holding, then moved to leave the bush. The hand on her arm tightened, pulling her back. She glanced back at Anna, who shook her head and held up a finger. The redhead went back to staring out at the corner that the guards had turned. Their voices floated back for a few more seconds before completely fading away.

"Okay, we're clear," Anna said, climbing out of the bush. She offered a hand and helped Elsa climb out as well. "Now," she said, sliding an arm around her sister's waist. "Where were we?"

"Really?" Elsa asked. Their brush with being caught had quashed her arousal, but the lust in Anna's gaze was quickly rekindling it. The hand around her waist dipped down, digging under her dress to try and reach her butt.

"Not here," Elsa said. She darted in and nipped at Anna's bottom lip, then trailed a line of quick kisses up to her ear. "Tonight," she breathed. Her sister shivered under her, and she couldn't help the wicked grin that tugged at her lips. "Come to my chambers after it get dark. Make sure no one sees you." She stepped back, pausing for one more chaste kiss on the lips.

Anna gave an exaggerated pout as she let her hand fall away from Elsa's butt. She heaved a reluctant sigh and said, "Fine." She started pulling the top of her dress back on, but whipped around to look at the corner the guards had gone around. "I think they're coming back!"

Elsa nearly dove back into the bush, not even risking to stand back up once she was fully concealed. She waited for Anna to follow her, but she never did. After a few moments of silence, Anna burst out laughing. Elsa stormed out of the bush and glared at her. "That wasn't funny," grumbled.

"Are you kidding?" Anna asked, sliding her dress back on. "Watching the Queen of Arendelle scramble into a bush half-naked; how is that not hilarious?" She smiled confidently as Elsa strode over to her, stopping only when their faces were inches apart. A mischievous glint danced across Elsa's eyes. Before Anna could react, the blonde reached around her, pulled the back of her dress open, and dumped a blast of snow down her exposed back.

Anna jumped back. "Cold! Cold! Cold!" she yelped. She pulled at her dress, but only succeeded in letting the snow pool around onto her stomach. "Elsa!" she shrieked, "No fair. Make it stop."

Elsa chuckled into a hand, then waved the snow away. Her sister fixed her with a glare, but she just went back to pulling her dress back up. She was regretting her previous decision to yank it off, as it was proving much more difficult to put back on with the laces and zippers still tightened. "Come on," she told Anna, "we have dinner with the Governess of Trondheim tonight. I don't know about you, but I need a bath before then."

Anna's annoyance melted away in an instant. "A bath, hmm?" she asked. She sauntered closer to the blonde. "Maybe we could save time and share one."

Elsa trailed her fingers down her sister's neck and raked her nails over her still bare chest. "You incorrigible little minx," she murmured before nipping at the redhead's bottom lip. "Next time," she promised. "We both need to focus on getting ready to host the Governess, and I think that bathing together would have the opposite effect." She reached around and smacked Anna on the butt. "Now finish getting your dress back on."

Anna frowned as she slid her dress back up to her shoulders. "Curse you and your immaculate self-control," she muttered. She turned so that Elsa could tighten the laces across her back. "Do me up?" she purred.

Elsa deftly pulled the laces to tighten Anna's dress again, trying to ignore how easy it would be to loosen them instead and pull the dress back down. Once it was secured, she leaned in and kissed her sister's neck. The redhead ran her fingers through Elsa's hair and held her tight, letting out a soft moan.

"What was that about focusing on getting ready?" Anna asked. She gasped as Elsa's teeth raked over her thudding pulse. Just as she was getting worked up again, the blonde pulled away and began walking back to the castle. Anna whined piteously, reaching after her sister. "Elsaaa," she groaned. "That's not fair."

Elsa looked over her shoulder, smirking victoriously. "All's fair in love and war, my dear," she said. "I'll see you at dinner." She blew Anna a kiss, then rounded a corner and disappeared from view.