A/N: Yeah, I know I said I wasn't going to update this until I finished another story, but I'm stuck and this has been sitting in the folder for a week now. Plus, sassy dragon!Elsa has me wrapped around her tail.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything Frozen.
"You know it's rude to watch someone while they are in the middle of bathing," the woman purred eyes gleaming with a hint of knowing and mischief. "If you wish to join me by all means and come out of your conceived poor hiding spot. Or I will give you the chance to run before I decide to get you myself."
Anna's hand was shaking causing the arrow to rattle in the string. Disbelief coated her expression not sure how exactly she got caught and how fast the woman sniffed her out. Sure, she wasn't the most light on her feet, but she had been so careful. An icy chill consumed the air nipping the skin under her furs, leather, and mail. Peeking through the brush Anna noticed the woman had vanished. Quickly looking to the skies she didn't see any sign of a dragon. Taking it as her chance to run before the woman decided to come back and make a snack out of her.
Racing through the woods back to her village she could hear her heartbeat in her ears hearing a rustle of leaves and feet on the ground. Anna didn't dare look back to take the chance of finding herself staring at an enemy or worse sharp fangs of the dragon. Her eyes light up seeing the wooden gate atop the hill. Climbing up tripping over sticks and mounds of fresh grass something caught her pants forcing the young huntresses face into the fresh earth.
Whipping around she saw the beast has its claws in her cloak ripping the leather. She thanked her lucky stars it was simply a wolf. It bared its teeth drool falling on her face. One paw on her chest pressing down crushing her ribs and sternum. Reaching for her blade she struck it in the muzzle causing the animal to yelp in pain and run off tail between its legs.
Getting up Anna groaned at her rip leathers knowing Gerda was going to kill her for ruining the pair. Wiping off her face the slobber stuck on her finger and she rubbed them off on her pants. Sheathing her sword Anna felt her chest wincing in brief pain. Nothing felt broken just bruised she figured. Stripping off her cloak she cringed seeing the large tear. Finishing up her climb hoping nothing else happened she picked at the fallen fur off her tunic. Holding it up Anna noticed it wasn't gray or black, but mostly white. She had heard rumors of the Dragon Queen using wolves as her eyes and ears in the forest. The thought made her green and churned her stomach. If that was case night hunting or ambushing the woman seemed impossible.
At the gate two guards greeted her with a bow. She returned it and presented her steel to them asking for entrance. One nodded opening the gate. Though they waited for her to enter before exchanging mocking sneers. Venturing along the street people looked her way. They either began to whisper, or would simply walk out of her path not making any eye contact. Anna ran a hand over her hair linger again on the white. If being marked by a dragon queen wasn't bad enough, being one of the only female hunters was equally bad in her town. Woman shouldn't carry a blade they should be at home cleaning or with children. That's what all her mom's friends say whenever she comes by for a visit.
Anna had no intentions of having kids she mainly focused on finding and killing the Dragon Queen if she could only muster up the courage to do the deed. Anna knew better than to beat herself up though and promised herself she would do it the next time . . . whenever that came. She had spent months tracking the elusive, mysterious, and alluring female dragon shifter, but her moment of hesitation cost her it all. Anna took a moment to reflect why she didn't take the shot. She came to the conclusion that she still felt something for the woman, and felt rather guilty for trying to kill her since Anna actually owed the dragon her life.
A barking dog caught her attention. The sudden streak of brown fur blocking her sun, her head hit the hard ground, and something long and wet licked her face. "Sven," a man scolded, "you don't jump on people and lick them."
Anna shoved the mutt off her wiping her cheek off grimacing with disgust. "Yeah, boy," she scratched his head. "You only do that to Kristoff."
He laughed offering his hand to the huntress. She took pulling herself up. "Hey, Anna long time no see," he said patting her head. Anna looked into his hazel brown eyes glad to see her friend after nearly twelve years. Kristoff Bjorgman was no longer the boy she used to steal bread with. Over the years while she trained to become a full-fledged hunter he went off with the harvesters to learn the trade. He may have gotten taller, stronger, and had the fuzz of a beard growing on his face, but something's didn't change. His blond hair was just as scruffy as it was during their childhood. She also noticed rugged hair on his chin he sported.
"So, how long are you town?"
"A few months. I see you have grown yourself, but you're still short," he teased.
She punched him the arm, "You still think you're so funny."
He chuckled rubbing his arm to humor her. Even after all this time his friend was still a spirally one. His eyes looked at be uniform finding the Arendelle crest and hunters sigil upon her vest. Seeing the sword at her hip he wondered if she had split and blood for the weasel of a man yet. "I see you're still in the league," he said hiding his worry.
Anna looked away forgetting how much Kristoff hated the Hunters League and that was on the reason they parted. Their fight echoed in her ears. It became a one-sided argument once she allowed her own stubbornness and anger to do the talking.
She was fourteen the perfect age to be married off by her mom or she could make the drastic choice to join the hunters. Knowing what she wanted to do with her life Anna raced off for the castle to convince the knight for a trail. They laughed telling her to head home and knit a scarf. Of course a man told them to stop and he examined the girl closely. Anna wasn't too knee on having the weasel looking man touch her with his nimble finger. Nor did she like being started at by his dark beady eyes behind tiny glasses that sat upon his large nose.
He placed a hand under her chin titling up until their gazes meet. "What is your name girl?"
"Anna Skylark."
The man's beady eyes found the white streak in her air. A smile graced his face recalling a rumor about a girl marked by the sinister Dragon Queen. "And you wish to be a hunter?"
"Yes Ser," she answered quickly.
"First off I am not a Sir I am a Duke. Though a girl of your statue wouldn't understand that. Of course I expect you to be bright and early for training Anna."
Her eyes light up at his word, "Is that a yes, Ser – Duke?"
"Yes it is my dear," he replied patting her head. "Remember though once you swear your life to the sword and the blood of a dragon there is no turning back or question what might be asked of you. I suggest you run along and think about your options."
Anna nodded, and bowed before racing off flooding with excitement. Running through the town she couldn't wait to tell Kristoff. She found him playing fetch with Sven. "Kristoff, you'll never believe the news I have for you!"
"Anna, glad you came I have news myself," he beamed.
"Okay, you go first."
"No, lady's first."
"Age before beauty," she insisted.
Kristoff laughed at the girl, "Alright since I'm so old. I'll be leaving for the fjord come this winter."
"Sounds fun! I'm going to be joining the hunters!"
Worries crease Kristoff's face as he stood up ending up a head taller than Anna. "Why would you join the hunters, Anna? They are vile group who only kill things for sport."
"'Cause I will be able to leave the village and search for her," Anna replied like it was going to be the easiest thing in the world.
"Anna, I know you want to find the woman who saved your life, but what happens then? Dragons are guardians of the world and should be treated with respect. They grant us the clear blue skies and warm sunny days. They give us rain, snow, a cool breeze on a hot day. Dragons are the gods and just allow us to live and grace their earth. Hunting and killing one just wouldn't seem right," he pleaded.
"Kristoff, I have to do this, I feel like it's part of my path like you have your ice and I have dragons."
"Anna, some things should be best of your left them alone like finding the Dragon Queen."
She felt her throat grew tight. Fighting off the tears knowing hunters didn't cry her sorrow was replaced by anger. "Why do you resent this idea so much? What would you have me carted off to slavery, 'cause you know damn well I'm not wife materiel. I can't cook, I'm mediocre at cleaning, and don't get me started about the idea of having child for a drunk brood. I can carry a sword better than I carry myself."
"Anna, listen you would make a fine knight for the kings guard, becoming hunter means possibly death. I don't want to come back and have to visit your grave." He cringed saying the wrong words.
Her face and ears turned red as she fumed further, "Gods Kristoff you're just as bad as everyone else. I will prove to you that I can be more than klutz, and an overlooked spare in this town." She stormed off before the blond could call her back.
"Hey, Anna," his voice brought her back. "Do you want to go grab a beer at the tavern? I'm buying."
Looking at him glad to still have him as her friend she answered, "Yeah, but be prepared to pay a large tab."
Kristoff knew a challenge when he heard one. "Oh, you are on Feisty-Pants."
It was nightfall when Anna finally got home her mind a haze from the beer. She tossed her sword, gloves, and cloak upon the bed. Shutting the door and locking it she closed the curtains and started to strip. Beginning with the forest green tunic to help in blending with the lush environment she ventured in while hunting. A green undershirt providing her protection from thorns, and other nicks one gains in the woods. Underneath her mail just in-case she did meet a dragon, wolf, or bear. Touching the binding she winced feeling her chest and ribs still ached from just a mere touch. Unwrapping it revealing more of her sun-kissed skin coated in freckles. A sigh of relief escaped her lips at the feeling of having her breasts free from the awful binding. Removing her leather boots covered in mud. Next, she undid the belt holding her size too big trousers. Anna let out a groan seeing the grass stains, animal fur, and rips at the knees. Finally, the leggings leaving her bare to the elements.
The young huntress fell upon her down bed cussing herself for not taking the shot. "She was right there, Anna," she scolded herself. "Completely vulnerable prim for the taking-" Anna felt her cheeks inflame thinking about a different way she could have taken the woman. Groaning frustration Anna placed a pillow over her head scolding herself for such scandalous thoughts about her sworn enemy.
Laying there her mind began to wonder picturing the naked dragon lady in her all glory. Her body glistening drenched with summer's spring water. Long blonde locks in a tangled mess and dripping wet. Through the gaps in the bushes Anna could see her breast large probably firm and bountiful. She rubbed her thighs together feeling the burning heat of her sexual desire come to pass.
After being saved by the dragon lady Anna's childhood thoughts were plagued with seeing her again. Longing to ride upon the back of the majestic beast to feel true sky wind in her air, and feel the clouds. However, in her teens during a time of her sexual curiosity her childhood dreams became erotic fantasies. She imagined frost lips upon hers igniting a fire only worth of a dragon. The feel of cold hands upon her warm skin causing her arch from the temperature. The desire to feel her icy breath upon hot swollen lips as the woman tongue would lap at her tasting the sweet nectar of the young huntress.
She hadn't realized her hand had gone under the blanket stroking the bundle of nerves igniting long suppressed pleasure. Taking he free hand she began to massage and pinch her nipple to heighten the experience. During the years of her training and scouting she heard rumors of the woman's name. Sliding a finger parting her lips she whispered breathy into the cool night air, "Elsa." Even the Dragon Queen's name came out like a prayer, despite the sin and blasphemies act of saying it whilst she was under oath. A smile gleamed in the darkness as she cried out the name again this time while writhing from her own touches picturing it was her savior. Slipping her fingers in she groaned feeling wet heat. She bucked at the sensation bringing in and out of herself and using her thumb to rub her clit. Her breathing became labored, movements erratic, and every nerve was on fire. With one finally strangle moan calling for Elsa, Anna panted coming down from her high.
Bringing up her hand seeing the clear liquid glistening in the candlelight she it rubbed on the cloth sitting upon the wooden table. Blowing out the candle she relaxed in bed. Pulling up the blanket Anna felt ashamed that she let her feelings get the better of her and pleasured herself with fantasies of the woman . . . again. Before she closed her eyes, she heard the hunting cry of a wolf.
The earth shook as a large white dragon landed in front of a cave. Silver wings sparkled under the mid-morning sun, its skin was lined with snowy white scales, diamond blue eyes light up with content of finally being home from a long night if patrol. Letting out a sigh the air misted into a winter fog. Within the misty cloud the dragon slowly shrunk to the size of a petite woman. The large wings had completely disappeared becoming part of her human form. The rugged scales smooth into soft porcelain snow white skin. One look upon the woman no one would ever be able to tell she had monstrous secret. Her swishing tail able to topple to forest was no longer visible. Once the mist dissipated one lone hand danced upon the females skin creating a gown made from ice. Running a hand through her hair she removed her bangs from her face sticking with ice.
Elsa walked into the cave hearing the soft and relaxing sounds of water dripping on the floor. She enjoyed the lulling noise of bats hanging high above squeaking in their slumber. On her way through she took the time to light the torches listing to the hissing and cracking of the flames. The Dragon Queen strolled passed mounds of gold, jewels, furs, weapons ranging from swords, halberds, axes, and bows. Tapestries hung along the walls telling stories of new kings, ruling queens, raging wars, and a few telling of her own conquests. A mighty and legendary white dragon owning a tower, flying over a castle or one of her personal favorite standing in a field facing an army of knights.
In the back sat her icy throne some dragons like stone from towers, or castles they torn down, iron from the swords of their victims, or even the fallen corpses. Elsa being the queen enjoyed her own ice to sit upon and rule over her kind. Taking a seat her brows furrowed noting something was off about her throne. "Someone has been sitting in my throne."
A dark chuckle filled the room, and a wind blew the candles out making it near impossible for her to see. Elsa let out an annoyed sigh. "My apologies my queen, I couldn't help myself. Seeing your throne without you sitting in it. Well, I honestly couldn't help myself. Though I must admit it is quite uncomfortable."
"Well, it is meant to only fit my ass of course. I am the queen of my kind and you." Elsa fought off the urge to roll her eyes. Hans a rather annoying man and even more insufferable a dragon. He can control the shadows crawling along the walls bending anything and anyone to his will. He can also form illusion to trick the mind and make people go crazy in their own insanity. Elsa knew he couldn't be trusted, and more often than not ignored him when he tried to speak to her. His ultimate goal is to kill Elsa and steal her place after it was stolen from his claws, so he thinks. He lurks in the night and darkness waiting for his moment to strike and torment her finally leading her to her demise. If anyone does survive his rampage they are haunted by his blazing green eyes, and visions of the past if they have one. "Tell me Hans why are here? Norway is quite a distance away from your precious Southern Isles."
He started walking towards her once more. Elsa became alert ready to strike if he tried anything. "As you know the mating season is coming and as one of the few dragons who can possibly compete and maybe even surpass you." he stopped seeing her nostrils flare in annoyance. "I think it would be wise for you to consider taking a mate for the sake of our population."
The ice dragon laughed cruelly at Hans. "If you weren't such a pathetic fool I would gladly kill you." Hans fought a cringe. Elsa stood up and sashayed over placing a hard hand upon his face leaving a few scratch marks. "As many of my subjects know and a few of my enemies I have no interest in taking a mate to only end up having a man dominate me. Besides, when the time comes that I happen to find someone who can sustain my needs I am perfectly able to equip myself with the required attributes." Elsa ran her fingers down his bare chest. "Now, if I were you, I would leave before I change my mind and rip out your still beating heart."
Hans took a step back and bowed, "I understand." Turning he added his voice dark, "Just remember if your judgment is ever clouded your loyal subjects will not hesitate to overrule you."
The room dropped in temperature causing Hans to freeze mid-step. Baring her fangs Elsa growled, "You dare threaten me Hans? I am well aware of the rules of our kind and I wouldn't dare jeopardize my throne or life. Sometimes, I honestly wonder if you are not a dragon, but a flying snake."
Color coated Hans' cheeks as he left Elsa's cave vowing to one day take the cocky female's throne.
Once he was gone Elsa sat back in her throne his words echoing in her mind. Shaking her head refusing to let him get to her, she leaned back thinking about the events of earlier. She had decided to take a bath under the cold waterfall. Melting her dress exposing herself to everything and everyone who might wonder pass the Dragon Queen stepped into the water groaning with delight at the feel. She knew of a few dragons who lived under the depths, but they wouldn't harm her or be forced to face her icy wrath. Arriving under the falls the water covered every inch of her snow kissed skin. Removing the mud, leaves, and sweat from both flying and roaming the woods conducting one of her patrols. Being the queen of a rare, majestic, and feared creature Elsa had to make sure everything and everyone was doing fine. From the dragons who spent their days soaring above the clouds making the cold atmosphere their home. Down to the tree and earth trotting ones who cannot fly, but enjoyed the dirt between their claws. To raging cold of the mountain tops finding a few covered contently in snow. Finally, where she stood now in the water, she could the vibration of them moving underneath. See the rippling waves splash against her feet to her ankles. They truly were an amazing species to behold. She loved being among them, and loved her back since she treated them with the kindness they deserved. Of course a few have tried to challenge her in ways she disliked, and sometimes she had to sadly dispatch them, but it was one of the prices she paid being their queen.
In the midst of her shower she smelt something in the air. The putrid scent of sweat and leather of a human near by. During her centuries of living she saw many humans most either feared her, or wanted to kill her. Though there was the rare exception where they were enamored with her, and those were the few she loved most. The wind picked up once more and she smelled the air finding the human's scent familiar. It reminded her of summer during a cold harsh winter night, with just a hint of chocolate, and a faint odor of soap. From the scent alone Elsa could tell the hunter was female. The men smelled more like booze, sex, and animal hides. One of the many reasons the Dragon Queen preferred the company of woman.
She could hear the sound of heavy nervous breaths, heart pounding against her chest like a drum, the click of an arrow, and the draw of a crossbows string. Elsa decided to give the human a single warning. Smiling seductively she purred, "You know it's rude to watch someone while they are in the middle of bathing." Elsa decided to take it one step further knowing it wasn't every day a human came this close. She figured the huntress was either young, foolish, or clever. "If you wish to join me by all means and come out of your poor conceived hiding spot. Or I will give the chance to run before I decide to get you myself." She waited for the huntress to make her choice, but just for the fun she took a step off the rock disappearing into the water for a moment. Waiting she lifted her head from the water just in time to catch the tail end of a redheaded girl rushing out of the woods.
Elsa whistled calling for her wolf companion Olaf. A white wolf, who was once the runt of his litter, and kicked him out to die. She felt pity for the pup and decided to take him. Training him was a different and difficult story. "Olaf, go chase her away." The wolf barked tongue lolling out his mouth before headed off in the direction. "For a wolf you are far too jolly." Once the wolf was gone Elsa left the falls stepping upon the cool grass. Knowing her bathing spot was compromised Elsa transformed into her dragon form and left for her cave.
A bark brought her back from her memory. Looking up she saw Olaf padding over a cut on his muzzle. Walking over she bent down stroking his fur. "What happened boy?"
He barked.
She rolled her eyes seeing the wolf didn't care one bit about being hurt. She did notice a piece of leather in his mouth. "Well, I guess all wasn't lost you managed to get something. Can I have it?"
The wolf dropped it, sitting his hunches, wagging his tail.
Picking it up the blonde examined it closely. "This is indeed from a hunter. It seems I have a stalker meaning I get to play one of my favorite games."
Olaf titled his head his face expressing confusion.
Patting the wolf she explained, "See my silly little friend the huntress this piece of leather belongs to is seeking me out for some reason. Either vengeance from something I might have done in the past. Family grudges do tend to tend to run long way spanning through a bloodline. An act of pride if they manage to put my head on spite, or some sort of test to prove themselves. Whichever one of these reasons it may, or it could be something else I haven't accounted for. We may end up dancing the dance of predator and prey. Both of us hunting the other can sometimes cause the events spurring us on could lead to a sexual tension, and depending on gender of course we might collide in a night of heated passion. I must say just the thought is giving me chills," Elsa laughed coolly.
Taking a seat on her throne Elsa took a whiff of the fabric. Once again the scent brought back a familiar feeling stirring in the pit of her stomach. It brought back to a past moment a lifetime ago. "Olaf, I want you memorize this scent and if you ever smell the owner howl, and I will come. I have a sudden desire to meet the girl who wants my life.
