Warning: Contains Depictions of Incest
With her lips frosted over from the panting she's done tiptoeing through town, Elsa hesitates at the inn where she last saw Anna's red braids disappearing into. A chill runs through her hands, she rubs them together and blows into her gloves – which only serves to turn them into icy-mittens. Come on, Elsa – you got this. Just explain it away and she'll be fine. But the nagging doubt in her mind remains: this is Anna, not some Treasury Director who's missed out on his pay. Despite Anna's professed desire for her, Elsa knows she's more likely to receive a punch in her face rather than a make-up hug.
The thoughts churning through Elsa's mind distracts her from standing on the tips of her toes; she lifts a foot off the ground when she sees the pavement turning to ice beneath her heels. Sighing, she hurries into the inn before her powers can do any further damage to the land of Finnmark.
The door jingles as it opens; Elsa holds her icy mittens behind her back and steps towards the innkeeper examining a tray of glasses beneath a kerosene lamp. He doesn't look up at the Queen as she stands before the counter.
"Excuse me, sir," Elsa says, failing to stir his attention. She clears her throat and raises her voice slightly, "did you happen to see a red-haired girl enter-"
"Room nine," he mutters, wiping the glasses without looking up. She resists the urge to ask him exactly where room nine is, and wanders down the corridor unassisted. Whatever light there was from the lamp at the counter quickly fades into pitch darkness as she ventures further down the corridor, until she's left feeling along the walls for guidance. A faint glow on the floor draws her gaze; she removes her gloves and traces her fingers over the label nailed into the door.
The smell of strawberries confirms Anna's presence as the door creaks open. Behind the lingering fragrance of sweetness hanging in the stuffy-warm air – the scent of salt persists. A muffled sniffle in the dimness breaks the silence, and Elsa's heart clenches at the sound.
"Anna?" Elsa whispers into the still air. The solitary, dying candle by a window fills the room with more shadows than light; in the darkness Elsa makes out a single bed with green sheets, and frost beneath her feet. With nothing but the sound of labored breathing for a reply, Elsa crosses her mittens behind her back and tiptoes towards her sister. She stops a few paces from Anna's body slouched over in a chair, and directs her frosty breath at away from her.
"You're mad at me aren't you?" Elsa asks.
"No," Anna whispers. Her voice breaks with each syllable, as though she's taking an extraordinary effort to enunciate each word above the sobs, "I'm mad about you, that's what's wrong. I hate myself. I hate myself. I hate myself!"
"Shh, Anna, it's ok," Elsa pleads, dropping to her knees before her sister and burying her face between the folds of her peasant's dress. As much as she needs to cradle her sister's wet face in her hands, she keeps them folded behind her back.
"I'm obsessive, I'm needy. What kind of sick freak thinks about their sister like me?" Anna says, "When I saw that bitch kiss you-"
"Please, Anna. I didn't want it, she just threw herself at me and-"
"-I wanted to kill that fucking whore!" Anna hisses, sending Elsa's ears prickling at the language coming from her usually dainty and awkward sister.
"I wanted to hack off her head and be done with it. I don't know what to do with myself anymore! Why do you have to be so beautiful, so charming, so perfect-"
Anna cups her sister's face with her hands and directs Elsa's gaze towards her reddened eyes.
"-and you have every right to hate me for this."
Elsa folds back the sleeve of her dress and pulls her sister's fingers over her wrist. At once, her gloves thaw and go limp from the dampness. Anna blinks, sending a tear pattering on Elsa's wrist and joining the stream of moisture trickling down her hand.
"You've no idea what you do to me, Anna," Elsa whispers, slipping off her soaking wet gloves, "I'm in love with you too. We just express it differently."
Anna slides off the chair and slips herself into her sister's arms. With the sound of sniffling punctuating the silence between them, the sisters share a trembling embrace. Their blonde and red braids intertwine, but in the darkness it's hard to tell them apart.
"I l-love y-you, Elsa," Anna stutters into Elsa's hair, squeezing Elsa tight her arms, "I loved you when I wanted Hans, when I kissed Kristoff, when I fled into the woods. Every stupid thing I did, was trying to make up for having to face the reality that I'm madly and desperately in love with you."
"Please don't run from me ever again," Elsa pleads, pulling herself from Anna's arms and staring into her glistening eyes, "I came so close to losing you so many times, if it ever happens again, I can't, I just can't-"
"I won't," Anna promises, slipping her fingers into Elsa's hands, "we'll protect each other."
Their fingers twine around each other; the dampness from melted ice and shed tears mingling in a mutual promise never to let each other go. Elsa traces a finger along her sister's knuckles; she finds a scar between her third and fourth fingers.
"Does it hurt?"
"When I think about it," Anna says, "but at that moment, I knew I couldn't live without you. So in a way, it's a bitter-sweet memory."
Elsa brings her sister's hand up to her lips; frost slithers across the scar as she kisses it.
"I can't live without you too," Elsa whispers, cradling Anna's face in her hands, "you mean everything to me."
Without warning, Anna leans into Elsa's lips; the ferocity of her approach contrasted by the downy-cotton softness of her kiss. Elsa's hands go limp around her sister's hips, before regaining their strength and pulling her closer. You're making a big mistake, Elsa's conscience prickles her, but the wave of heat coursing through her face melts away all opposition in her mind. Elsa kisses her back with a fury that takes Anna by surprise, until she pulls herself away from her sister – gasping and staring into the fire she's set ablaze in the Ice Queen's eyes.
Elsa inhales the sweet scent emanating from Anna's neck and exhales against her lips, "Wow, that took us a while didn't it?"
"Too long," Anna growls and crushes her lips back into Elsa's. The force of her sister's kiss sends Elsa crumbling backwards; Anna clutches hard at her shoulders and pushes her into the floor with a thud. Her lips part to voice out a groan of pain, but they're cut off by another kiss. With nothing else left in her mind but bliss, Elsa gives up trying to think, bunching up her hands in Anna's hair and pulling her deeper and deeper.
Anna buries her nose beneath Elsa's chin and inhales her sister's scent. The warmth of Anna's breath against her neck sends a tingle of anticipation down her spine, even though she doesn't know exactly what she's hungering for. She utters a gasp and tries to think of the words to say which could exhort her sister to do that one more time, but nothing escapes her lips save for a moan. For Anna, that is confirmation enough, and she flutters her lips along Elsa's neck, eliciting more and more indiscernible pleas from her sister.
"C-christ, Anna," Elsa gasps, her hands clutched firmly around Anna's dress, "wherever did you learn to do that?"
"In my dreams and fantasies," Anna replies, grazing her lips along Elsa's collarbone, "there're some good books in the library too – if you didn't stick to geometry all the time."
She tries to think of a reply, but a fierce heat rushing up her thighs blots out every trace of reason in her mind, and she grabs hold of Anna's wrists. Anna's tenacious strength overcomes her sister's feeble attempts at preventing her hands from venturing further up her legs, and before she can protest, the warmth blossoming across her neck and thighs wins out; Elsa's hands go limp and she gives in to the ardent sensations her sister's touch evokes. An expectation begins to churn in the deepest pit of her stomach – she doesn't know exactly what she's anticipating, but she can't wait.
With the sound of whimpering accompanying the ruffling fabric between them, Elsa closes the gap between their lips and kisses her sister again. The salty-sweet taste of Anna's desire fills her mouth, and her entire body tingles with longing. "More," she growls, grasping her sister's hips and pulling them flush between her legs. Anna yanks hard at Elsa's dress and perches herself onto her heels. With a grunt, she drags her sister off the floor and lifts her in the air, slamming her onto the bed with a force that knocks the clogs off her feet.
"Christ, Anna, you're str-" Elsa yelps, before she's cut off by the fiery touch of her sister's lips to her own.
With the sound of Elsa's hurried, gasping breaths urging her on, Anna leaves a smouldering trail of kisses along her sister's neck. Her dress conceals more skin than her lips are hungry to traverse, and Anna tugs at the seams, ripping the fabric. Anna reaches behind her sister and drags her nails along the row of buttons lining Elsa's dress, popping them from their stitches. Before long, Elsa's dress lies in tattered shreds on the floor, her feeble protests abandoned in favour of more kisses along her newly exposed arms and legs. Her underclothes soon follow suit; Elsa decides to undress herself and spare them from her sister's destructive hunger. She sits up and pulls away the ribbons in her hair, allowing her blonde locks to fan out behind her in a golden waterfall.
"You're everything I've ever dreamed about," Anna whispers, taking in the sight of Elsa's bare body draped by the dim, pale candlelight glow. Elsa's mind tries to conjure up some form of guilt, shame, regret – at being this naked and vulnerable beneath her sister's roving gaze, but there's nothing – just raging fire coursing through her veins.
Anna buries her face between her sister's breasts and she immediately reacts to the touch of her lips, arching her back and moaning deeply. The firm caress of Anna's fingers sets a fire ablaze in her chest, and she gasps her name into her hair. A squeak echoes through the room as Anna takes a nipple between her lips and kisses it to a stiff peak. Elsa's trembling fingers bunch up around her sister's dress and she fumbles with the laces on her back. The tiny knots and even tinier buttons, each take an agonizing long time to unravel; the task made even more torturous by the ever increasing intensity of Anna's kisses against her breasts. Elsa peels Anna's dress from her shoulders and winces as she traces her fingers over each one of the scars on her back.
Anna's fondling reaches an abrupt end as she kneels upright in bed and sheds off the entirety of her clothes. A pair of gasps fill the air as the sisters throw themselves into each other's embrace; red locks falling upon fair skin and blonde tresses slithering against freckled limbs. Elsa repays her sister by caressing her breasts, gingerly at first – before reminding herself that this is Anna she's touching: slender like a steel wire and every bit as strong.
With her new-found confidence in Anna's ability to absorb as much pleasure as she's capable of giving, the sisters roam their curious hands and hungry lips all over each other's bodies. Anna leaves trail of feather-light touches as she traces a path with her fingers down Elsa's waist, and her eyes widen as she looks down and sees the silhouette of her sister's hand heading towards her private parts. Elsa crosses her legs instinctively but Anna pries them apart like they were held together by nothing at all. A blush consumes her entire body as she realises how vulnerable, how naked, how bare she is, laid out – wet and throbbing before her own sister.
And begging to be touched.
She clutches her sister's wrist and arches her back, uttering a piercing groan as Anna seeks out the little pulsating gem hidden between her folds. Elsa knows what Anna's doing; she's done it to herself on rainy nights in her room when the lonely chill became too much to bear and she just needed to feel something, anything. She'd sprawl herself out amongst scattered architectural drawings and stroke her lithe fame until she bit into the pillows and screamed, her climax merely a bitter reminder of how trapped she was in her own room. She was always consumed by guilt after that, but right now, the touch of Anna's fingers to her sweet spot and her firm, gentle caresses whisked away any thoughts that this felt anything but blissfully right.
With the sweat on her sister's slick arms and her own slippery fingers rendering her grip less and less effective, Elsa gives in to the fire tearing through her body and allows Anna to slip a finger into her. She bites down on her lips and screws her eyes shut as a burst of numbing bliss surges through her body, followed immediately by a crackling wave of pleasure that touches every fiber of her being.
"Oh god, Fuck! Christ, Anna!" Elsa sputters, holding her breath in before gasping violently.
Anna pauses her ministrations and stares her sister in the eyes. A smirk forms on her lips and she continues fingering her sister.
"I think I like this side of you, Elsa," Anna whispers, watching with glee as her sister's face contorts more and more with each thrust of her fingers, "I mean, I love the other sides to your personality, but this one's a refreshing sight."
"I n-never showed it," Elsa gasps, "it's great to finally let it go."
Elsa senses that her sister's coherent thoughts remains something to be dealt with; she reaches down between her legs and seeks out her innermost place. Slick with sweat and the nectar of arousal, her fingers come away shimmering with wetness, and she lifts them to the light – almost unbelieving of what she's done to her sister.
"You turn me on," Anna growls, wrapping her fingers around Elsa's wrist and dragging it back between her legs.
Elsa ignores the pounding sensation in her hips as she slips a finger into her sister. Anna yelps in response, and grimaces at the sensation of being fingered. Despite the pain evident on her face, it quickly dissolves into a beaming smile, and her moans convince Elsa to continue her thrusting.
She found it easy to pleasure her sister; touching Anna was as easy as it was to touch herself. Despite her eagerness to please Anna, the pounding in her loins reaches a fevered pitch, and the white-hot orb of pleasure within herself makes concentrating on anything impossible. She screws her eyes shut and bucks her hips against Anna's hand as the tidal wave inside her continues to surge. Each thrust of Anna's fingers inside her now feels like a red-hot poker of unadulterated bliss jamming itself in amongst the smouldering coals of her body.
"Oh my-, fuck-, Anna!" Elsa cries out, tightening her grip on her sister's wrist, "Fuck, you're killing me!"
Every muscle in her body contracts as the tide brims over and envelopes her body in a wave of pleasure. She arches her hips against Anna's hand and curls her toes into the sheets. Anna leans in and kisses her sister; despite the sweat coating her trembling lips, they're unresponsive to Anna's kiss, and amidst their feverish trembling they make a feeble attempt at mumbling something.
"Don't stop," Elsa begs, holding onto Anna's fingers inside her as the aftershocks pulsate through her body.
"You look hot when you come," Anna teases, holding out her finger, slick with her sister's arousal, in front of her face.
"H-hot was n-never my thing," Elsa stammers, returning her fingers to between Anna's legs, "I could help you, um, finish? I mean I don't mind – actually I want to help-"
Anna leans in and kisses her, a smirk gracing her face as they part. "I think we can do better than that," she says, hauling Elsa's limp, trembling body upright against the wall. Anna pulls a thigh over hers, and shifts her hips closer to her sister. With barely an inch of space between them, she closes the gap and utters a sigh as their lips touch. Anna bites on her lower lip and bucks her hips against her sister, and Elsa clings onto her shoulders for support.
Elsa leans back and lets her sister take her as hard as she can. Not because she's submissive, but because she knows Anna had been wanting this for a long time coming – her sweat-glazed eyes screwed shut and tousled hair flung back as she moaned her sister's name in ecstasy were evidence enough.
"Fuck!" Anna cries, pinning her sister's shoulders onto the wall as she picks up her pace. Elsa's attempts at slipping her arms around Anna's waist are met with a vice-like grip on her elbows jamming them against the wall. She tightens her clutch as her rabid pants deteriorate into sputtered gasps. The pleasure begins churning again in Elsa's belly; lighter this time, despite the ferocity of Anna's lovemaking.
"Anna, you're hurting me," Elsa whimpers, her arms going numb from her sister's grip.
Elsa gives up trying to feel her fingers; she's lost all sensation in her body save for the expectant throbbing in her hips and the grating pain of Anna's teeth biting into her shoulders. Anna sputters a few indiscernible syllables, before her entire body tenses in a maddening wave of heat that blossoms across her skin. The bliss of Anna's climax is so evident that the sight of it brings a tear to Elsa's eyes; she doesn't know which is better – her own one or knowing she gave her sister one.
"Anna," Elsa pleads, "let go of my arms."
"…what?" Anna gasps, her bare chest heaving and glistening sweat beneath the candle's dim glow.
She looks down at her fingers wrapped round Elsa's purple arms like a snake around its prey, and gasps, "Oh, God, I'm sorry."
"It's alright," Elsa says, flexing her fingers and feeling the circulation return to her now-freed arms. She knows it'll bruise in the morning, but doesn't say anything – still relishing in the smell of intoxicating sex wafting through the air, and the touch of Anna's lips to hers as they kiss each other's sweat-stained lips. The feeling of her sister's lips parting from hers creates a void in her; the aching intensified by an unsated hunger brought upon by Anna's lovemaking. Elsa slithers a finger between her legs, and slips it into herself in an attempt to satisfy her longing.
"Oh no you don't," Anna snarls, plucking her finger away and replacing it with hers, "you're mine."
"You're mine too," Elsa smiles into her chin and slips a finger into Anna, "together?"
With one hand draped around her sister's hip and the other tucked between her legs, Elsa lets out a groan as Anna drags her hips away from the wall and leans her entire bodyweight on her. The sisters share a kiss as their fingers find each other's cores, and the gasping filling the space between them soon turns into gentle moans. Eventually, they find a rhythm: hips bucking against fingers and lips pursing around bits of exposed skin.
Elsa kisses away at Anna's freckle- and sweat-lined breasts as she tries to keep up with the pace of her sister's movements. The deep, velvety pool of unsatisfied lust from earlier hasn't left, and it grows with every thrust of Anna's fingers, threatening to brim over and overflow onto her every muscle. But Elsa holds on, waiting for the moment that her sister's face will contort and signal her impending climax.
When it does, Anna bunches up her hands around the sheets instead of her sister's slender arms, and Elsa lets go of the longing building up inside her, screaming out Anna's name into the plume of red slung over her shoulders.
"Fuck," Anna gasps, slumping into Elsa's arms, still shaking from the waves of pleasure ripping through her body.
Elsa slides her sister off her body and follows after her with a kiss. After panting away the heady euphoria aching in her head, her vision returns, and the sight of Anna's freckled, flushed face swimming into focus brings a smirk to her lips. She's never seen her like this: wild, unbridled, with an almost violent lust seeping out of her every pore. Despite her penchant for orderliness and decorum, Anna's untamed display of her passion touched the part of her heart kept locked away for so long. It turned her on more than any thought or fantasy ever could.
"That wasn't your first time was it?" Elsa whispers, twirling a lock of her sister's hair between her fingers.
Anna looks down at Elsa's collarbones, still flushed from sex, and whispers, "No."
"It's ok," Elsa whispers, pressing a kiss to her lips, "I loved it."
"Probably not what you were expecting huh?"
"No, I don't think you expected this out of me either."
"Elsa listen–" Anna whispers, the tremble evident on her lips, "I just want you to know that, um, I hope this kinda…doesn't change anything between us."
"It won't," Elsa answers, grasping her sister's hand, "I loved you, and I'll always love you. You had me from the moment you sacrificed yourself."
Anna traces along the curve of her sister's lips, "and you had me from the moment you first smiled."
Elsa takes Anna's finger into her mouth, and savors her own salty-sweet taste.
Anna wipes the sheen of sweat lining her forehead and asks, "Elsa, could you lower the temperature in here? It's kinda…warm."
With a chuckle, Elsa chills her skin and pulls Anna into her arms.
"Better now?"
Anna buries her face into Elsa chest, and breathes in her sister's fragrance; the same scent she stole sniffs from when they shared rooms as children. Despite the chill emanating from Elsa's skin, a warmth blossoms from the depths of Anna's heart and spreads across her entire being. With a sigh, she slips her arms around Elsa's waist and surrenders herself to the comfort of her embrace, breathing a last word from her lips as she drifts off to sleep.
"It's Perfect."