Just a head's up, this one's smutty. Enjoy your nsfw material, you crazy kids.

Day 04: Making Up

It had been all of thirty two hours since Anna had last spoken to Elsa—well, more like, absolutely devastated by screaming at.

Anna groaned loudly and rested her head against the table in front of her, arms folded to pillow and shields her face from the unforgiving sunlight filtering through the bay windows. "I'm so mean," She muttered to herself, "absolutely, undoubtedly, the worst person ever."

She was never one for self-deprecation, but right now, she was positive there was not a single human being on the planet that was more despicable than her.

Well, aside from Hans, thirteenth Prince of the Southern Isles, but that was a given.

"Anna?" A small voice, a few feet off the ground at her side, spoke. The worry was prevalent in his voice. "Are you okay? Did you and Elsa have a fight?"

Anna turned her head slightly, just enough so she could see the concern in Olaf's eyes. "Yeah," She whined softly. She felt the snowman's twiggy arm pat her side comfortingly.

"You should go make up, then," The snowy person insisted, giving her a trademark goofy grin, "I bet Elsa misses you."

"I know she does," Anna sniffled.

"Then you should go see her." Olaf reasoned.

"I was mean, Olaf, I said things I shouldn't have."

"Then say you're sorry," Olaf suggested, "that is something you should always say."

The snowman might be the most naïve, childlike person the redhead had ever known, but he sometimes was also the wisest.

"I don't think she wants to see me right now." Anna mumbled, trying to make any excuse to avoid having to see just how much she'd hurt her sister.

"Come on," Olaf grabbed a handful of Anna's dress and tugged insistently. "Let's go see Elsa!"

"Olaf, I don't know," Anna grumbled as she was listlessly drawn out of her seat. "She probably doesn't want to see me."

"She does," Olaf tugged, using all his weight to pull Anna along, "she loves you."

It took several minutes of tugs and shoves to get Anna out of the room, and even more to get her down the hall towards the Queen's study. Once they were standing before the large door Anna raised her hand to knock, but paused.

"Go on, knock," Olaf encouraged, "you can do it." Inhaling sharply, the redhead rapped her knuckles against the wooden door.

She waited, and received no answer.

"Well," Anna turned on her heel, "I guess she's not here so we should—"

Then the door opened. Anna whirled around to see Elsa, blue eyes alight as they held her in their gaze, and the Princess felt her heart leap into her throat.

"Bye Anna!" Olaf waved as he waddled down the corridor and disappeared around a turn.

"Anna?" Elsa ventured, looking rather uneasy.

"Elsa, I—" The redhead sniffled and threw herself at the blonde, wrapping her arms around Elsa's shoulders and burying her nose in the crook of her sister's neck.

"Anna," The blonde murmured, turning her head to bury her nose in the Princess' red locks, "I'm sorry…I shouldn't have—"

"No—no, no no," Anna shot up, laying her hands firmly on her sister's shoulders, "I'm sorry. I caused the fight, and I'm the one who stormed out," The ginger bit her lower lip, pulling it in between her pearly white teeth. "I'm so sorry Elsa." The blonde softened, pulling Anna into the room and closing the door behind them.

"I need to explain myself," The blonde led Anna over, seating her on the chesterfield. "I hadn't meant to imply that you weren't capable. I just…" Elsa took a seat beside Anna and sighed. "I feel I owe you so much, and I couldn't…put you through the pain of childbirth for my sake."

The redhead blinked, confused.

Seeing this, Elsa continued.

"I'm the one required to produce an heir for Arendelle, it should be my responsibility. I should be the one to carry the child." She reached over, taking her sister's hands in her own, and giving them a squeeze. "I want to do this…not entirely for Arendelle…but for you."

Slowly, Anna began to understand.

"I want to have this baby for you. I—I want to give you a child." Elsa clarified.

Anna felt a red hot blush blossom on her cheeks, spreading to her ears and creeping down her neck. All at once, she felt impossibly warm—thankfully Elsa was mercifully cool.

"Elsa…" Was all she managed before lunging forward to crash her lips messily against her sister's. She toppled the Queen over, pinning her down atop the antique chesterfield, while climbing over her.

The blonde was quick to respond, her hands moving up to paw and grasp at Anna's lithe sides, desperately trying to find an anchor as she succumb to the intensity of the redhead's kiss. Anna's lips moved over Elsa's own with fervor, silken and smooth, running warm against cold.

When they finally broke apart to breathe, Anna ducked quickly and began planting open-mouth kisses to the column of Elsa's slender throat.

"Anna…" Elsa gasped softly. "What…?"

"Shh," The redhead crooned sweetly, "I want to…do something for you. I love you Elsa, so much, and you're always trying to put my needs and desires first. Let me just…let me just do that for you this time, okay?"

Elsa nodded her head, despite having to crane it to see her sister.

"Good," Anna smiled, resuming kissing her way down Elsa's body.

Several more kisses later, and Elsa had practically melted under Anna's touch…or at least her dress certainly had. Hopefully the Queen had no objections to ruining her study's furniture with water. She certainly seemed blissfully unaware now, which the redhead was taking full advantage of. She kissed over, around and then directly on each of the Queen's breasts. Paying special attention to each peak, and lightly tonguing the hardened nipples standing at attention.

A string of pleasured mewls and moans escaped the Queen, which only added fuel to the growing fire in the Princess' core. She continued her descent, diligently and thoroughly peppering every inch of alabaster skin and taut muscle with warm kisses conveying all the love she had for the sovereign ruler of Arendelle.

Elsa writhed beneath her tormentor, twisting and turning as the teasing neared critical levels. The ginger's tongue was dancing around the Queen's naval, tracing the slight indent before dipping inside to tease the chilled skin with her hot tongue.

"A—Ah—Anna!" The blonde gasped, arching off the soaked cushions towards the Princess' warm mouth. "Th-That's...it…—ngh—t-tickles!" The redhead merely smirked, then withdrew her tongue and kissed lower to the Queen's pelvic mound.

"Have I mentioned before that it's wonderful all your clothes are made from ice?" Anna teased, smiling wolfishly at her older sister. The Queen's cheeks were flushed and incredible shade of red, her eyes were half lidded and her normally vibrantly oceanic orbs were a deep blue, glazed heavily with lust.

"D-Down," Was all the Queen could manage in her current state.

"Down?" Anna parroted as the blonde's hand reached down, pushing at the top of the ginger's head. Normally Elsa was sweet, gentle, almost tentative in their lovemaking…this was the most forceful Anna had experienced—and it excited her.

Complying with her Queen's instructions, Anna moved lower and went to work relieving the dull throb between Her Majesty's thighs. Warm lips touched silken folds, and Elsa rolled her head back, moaning shamelessly.

"Y-Yes—!" She gasped, inhaling sharply.

Anna's tongue parted the way, licking and suckling lightly at the tender, moist flesh. Delving deeper, spurred on by her growing hunger and the Queen's throaty sounds, the redhead's tongue soon found Elsa's entrance and began circling it.

"P-Please Anna, more…" Elsa pleaded, balling her hand in Anna's hair, and frosting the fistful of red locks she held. Eager to please, Anna obliged, sliding her tongue inside Elsa, and was rewarded with a high pitched whine and the clench of internal muscles.

Savouring her sister's flavour, Anna moaned into the Queen's core, wriggling her tongue as she explored her sister's moist sex. She was sure she'd teased Elsa to the breaking point, if her quivering thighs and extremely sensitivity were any indication.

Several thrusts of her tongue later and the Queen was on the edge, ready to come undone at the slightest touch. Drawing out the pleasure as long as she could, Anna suddenly withdrew her tongue and shot up, rapidly flicking the blonde's swollen clit.

A sharp cry escaped the blonde's throat, at the same time as a frigid gust of wind picked up, chilling the room around them.

"Anna—!" Elsa's thighs squeezed tightly around the ginger's head, while her knuckles blanched at the tightness of her grip on her sister's hair, and her back arched off the bed as her entire body went rigid.

Then the Queen came, and she did so hard.

Soon the vice grip on her head relaxed, and Anna was able to pull away, panting softly as she drank in the sight of her sister, splayed out and relaxed on the soaked chesterfield.

"I love you," The redhead smiled fondly, crawling up to lay herself, torso to torso, atop Elsa's body, nuzzling her sister's pale cheek with her nose.

"I love you too," Elsa replied softly, turning her head to look at the side table, where the ornate box Anna had brought her two days earlier was resting. "I want to have a family with you."

Anna followed her sister's gaze to the box. "I want that to…whenever you're ready."

"I'm ready now."