Elsa found herself in a very peculiar scenario before she even completely processed her actions. Goaded by an unseen force, Anna's charm had utterly enraptured Elsa's thoughts and desires, the older sister thinking of nothing but holding her sibling as tightly as possible.

But that wasn't enough.

Elsa's hands took on a life of their own, the reflection in the mirror displaying a horrifying image that the queen didn't believe. The sensation that passed through her notion of touch made her mind go abuzz, and Elsa's eyes widened, her thought recalibrating in single second intervals.

Anna's chest was never overly large, but she was a slender girl by nature. Elsa was only slightly bigger in every way, so why was she so transfixed on feeling her sister's body? It wasn't that different from her own. Yet, Elsa couldn't stop herself. Her pulse quickened, and the soft, malleable feeling of Anna's breast in the palm of her hand sent the queen into delirium. Not only that, but the older girl's greed persisted, her other hand reaching down between her sister's legs, resting within her thighs where her especially sensitive skin prickled at the rising heat. Elsa breathed out shakily, the sight of her sister's cheeks colouring within the mirror only serving to prod the mysterious chain of events. The wrinkles and folds of Anna's white under gown teased Elsa, and the queen's gaze stretched even further once Anna's strap shifted off of her right shoulder.

What on earth am I doing…?

'E-Elsa…?' Anna half-giggled, naturally thinking the scene a joke of some form. What else could it possibly be? What other conclusion was there? Elsa had no answer beyond the obvious.

'…You've grown…' Elsa slurred, the words coming out sluggishly and a painful snap occurring within her brain. She released Anna reluctantly, stumbling to the mirror and covering it once more. How much of it was real? The mirror didn't reflect reality perfectly, it seemed. Thus, what had actually occurred between the sisters? How much had Elsa been influenced?

'Heheh! So, you noticed? I'm kinda proud, I'm not gonna lie.' Anna puffed her chest, fixing her dress. 'You really startled me there though! It's been a while since we had a tickle war or something like that. I bet I could put up a decent fight now! Yep! But no ice powers! That would totally not be fair!'

Elsa felt a soothing aura of relief encase her the moment she covered the mirror. That was the clincher; she would have to get the artifact removed immediately. It influenced the queen's thoughts and actions somehow. Magic was obviously at work, and it was the dangerous kind that attacked the mind directly. Strangely enough, Anna didn't seem to react at all, so Elsa couldn't help but wonder about the finer details of the cursed gift. Fortunately, Anna took Elsa's seemingly bizarre actions in stride. Perhaps Elsa only viewed her touch as tainted because she was fully aware of her innate desires. Either way, the queen placed all blame on the mirror for even attempting to throttle her already difficult fixations even further down the path of unconventional corruption.

'I suppose you're right. It wouldn't be fair.'

Elsa could feel Anna's eyes on her as she moved to her mantel next to the window, leaning over it and, in turn, elevating herself atop the snowgies within their bowl. They made their cute sounds as the queen poked at one or two of them, revelling in the quiet of this moment.

'So,' Anna started, kicking her legs in the air on the side of the bed. 'You going to tell me what's wrong or do I hafta guess?'

Elsa wasn't even surprised. Naturally, Anna knew. Her sister knew something was quite amiss within the queen of Arendelle. Elsa hated the idea of lying to the one person she trusted with reservation, but for some reason, even though she had a feeling Anna would be her greatest support, if anyone, Elsa hesitated.

'There is just too much on my mind right now, Anna. You saw the personalities I'll have to juggle throughout this week. It won't be a simple matter.'

'Oh! Speaking of which, you can't really complain about the suitors left over, can you? I mean, that Daryun guy is pretty dreamy, and even Maxwell's got that whole old man thing going for him. Leon's the one that reminds you of me? I didn't really see it. Arthur is a little wussy looking, but seems kinda nice, and Sorey is a bit out there, if you know what I'm sayin', but he's still cute.'

'Your taste in men continues to baffle me slightly, Anna.' Elsa sighed deeply, surprised by how mournful she felt suddenly.

'Right? I'm a total weirdo, I know.'

'That makes two of us…' Elsa muttered under her breath. The snowgies may have heard her, but Anna didn't have a hope.

Anna groaned, flopping back onto the bed with an overemphasized landing.

'Is that it, then? Just the whole suitor thing getting you down?'

'It's not "getting me down", per se.' Elsa felt she was in control enough to sit back on the bed with Anna, the large furniture of comfort sinking slightly at the added weight. 'I just…I'm not sure what I want other than Arendelle's perceived stability.'

'If you're going to get married just for show, then don't do it. I said before and I'll say it until I'm blue in the face: there's gotta be another way to make everyone out there know you're a perfectly capable queen and all that. Arendelle has pretty much accepted you, and other kingdoms don't seem against the idea of meeting you, right? Look at Eldora! Or Chatho! Or Vakretta! They like you plenty!'

'Yes. You're right. That's why I made it clear that I wouldn't necessarily pick anyone at all.'

'I know! That was so awesome! I think I swooned a bit.' Anna laughed heartily, her voice like a wind chime on a hot summer day. Elsa felt a chill run her spine, and she couldn't shake the bewildering pulsation. 'You really step up when it's time to queen, you know that? It's actually amazing.'

'It's nothing, really.'

'You kidding? You're so graceful and well spoken. I'd be "um-ing" and "ah-ing" the whole time. Pretty sure my tongue would absolutely grow three inches.'

Elsa imagined the sight and choked with the sudden amusement that overtook her. Anna joined her in the laughter, and then patted the spot next to her.

'Lay down. I'm going to draw on your back.'

Hesitation was Elsa's initial reaction, but the repeated, more aggressive pat on her mattress made it difficult to refuse further. The queen shuffled in next to Anna, and then exposed her back to her sister, a new form of tension making her stiff.

Anna brushed Elsa's hair to the side to allow for a better view of her older sibling's paler skinned shoulders. She then sighed softly, using her fingers to give a mix of something between a massage and gentle stroking.

'I can feel your goosebumps.' Anna giggled.

Elsa knew her body was prickling to the point that she felt as though she had become a porcupine. She reacted to Anna's touch severely, the submitted desire stirred by the mirror sparked once more. It was so wrong though, and Elsa concluded that her inexperience made curiosity and the need to explore her interests almost impossible to tame. If she was tempted to engage in any sort of act with Anna, then there was a major problem that needed to be dealt with. Elsa required an outlet or she risked damaging the one relationship that she treasured beyond anything else. Still, this sensation was so glorious. Anna was gentle, as expected. Kindness flowed out of her touch and into Elsa's soul. She was addicted to the state of being she found herself in.

'Do you remember when we used to do this as kids?'

Elsa swallowed, trying not to breathe too heavily in fear of another embarrassing sound escaping her throat, as it had with Gerda. She was having difficulty focusing on anything beyond the restraint she enforced upon herself. This was what lust did to the inexperienced; it made them completely unruly.

'I do.' Elsa managed. 'It was nice. You fell asleep every time when I tickled your back, so you always did me first.'

'Heheh! I know. If I sit still too long you know I'm going down hard. It felt so good though. I could be biased, I guess, but you have the best touch in the world.'

Elsa's neck tightened, and her jaw twisted as she snapped out a nearly cruel question.

'Better than even Kristoff?'

There was a pause in Anna's drawings, but she continued, half-laughing the question off, as she often did with uncomfortable situations.

'It's different, that's for sure.'

The room's temperature dropped for a split second, with Elsa doing everything in her power to not allow her magic to suddenly run rampant. She knew. She knew Kristoff and Anna were together. She knew they held hands, embraced one another, and kissed. Yet, why? Why did it hurt so much in this moment? Elsa was possessive of Anna, of course, but this jealousy was something else entirely. There was an agonizing rage like never before.

'Elsa,' Anna's tone lowered, and Elsa knew she was getting the very rare serious side of her sister. 'Do you not like Kristoff?'

'…Truthfully?' Elsa submitted, hating even the idea of hurting Anna. 'I simply don't relish the idea of losing you, Anna.'

'But I'm not going anywhere.' Anna shifted in closer, her breaths brushing Elsa's neck. She shivered, the goosebumps tripled.

'Emotionally, you are already further away from me than ever before. I'm being selfish; don't think I don't recognize that. But I can't help it. You're my sister, my best friend, and the most important person in the world to me. I've said this before, so, I won't repeat myself. It just…scares me.'

Anna stopped what she was doing, but then held her older sister from behind, pressing her body against Elsa's back and nuzzling her nose into the nape of the queen's neck. The closeness of their forms was overwhelming. As with Gerda, Elsa's pulse hastened even further, but it was tenfold when compared to the scenario with her maid. What on earth?

'That's not fair, Elsa…' The younger girl gasped. 'You know I care about your feelings the most. But what am I supposed to do? Kristoff is a great guy, and I like him a lot. He's kind, gentle, considerate, hard-working, and innocent. I promise I won't go anywhere. I won't. And I'll make sure we still have our dates, okay? I…I mean, what else can I do?'

It was a sound question. What did Elsa expect? Was it fair to want Anna to break away from Kristoff so that she remained Elsa's and Elsa's alone? No. That wasn't the right way to go about any of this. Anna raised an interesting inquiry. Elsa didn't know the answer. That is, she didn't know an answer that didn't seem completely and hopelessly absurd, making only a fragment of sense in the frenzied state of the queen's itch melded with the mirror's dark influence.

'Nothing. You are right. There is nothing more you can do. I just need to grow up.' Elsa didn't want to sound angry, but she was frustrated with her ignorance. She hastily flipped sides, pushing Anna to do the same. 'Your turn.' The queen commanded, and Anna listened, but not without a lingering look into her sister's eyes.

'I don't want to upset you…' Anna went on, sounding as if she were pouting.

'Do not worry about me.' Elsa thought she was fairly convincing. 'I'm just being emotional.'

'I know. But…part of me is a little happy that you care so much. It's kinda twisted, isn't it?'

'Not really.' Elsa soothed, blowing on Anna's neck and making the girl tremble mercilessly.

'That's cold!'

'Heheh! But who doesn't like knowing they are loved? It's a very pleasant feeling.'

'Yeah…' Anna yawned.

'I can feel your goosebumps now.' Elsa laughed.

'What did you expect? You're mixing some cooling powers in there, aren't you?'

'Maybe.'

'It's amazing…' Anna shivered again.

Elsa beamed, observing her sister's much darker skin, comparatively, and the more prominent freckles that collected around her shoulders. She licked her lips, and knew her body was heating due to a restrained need for some form of attention. As Elsa went on, feeling her sister's back and arms with her nails and fingers, Anna's breathing grew heavier and heavier, and before Elsa could say anything more, her sister was fast asleep, her inhale and exhales coming at deep interludes.

Elsa soon turned over to her back, staring at the ceiling with a perplexed expression.

Her heart kept skipping, and her blood was quickening. She had been far too stimulated this day; first in the morning with Gerda, and now with her own sister and the tricks the mirror insisted on playing. Wherever the blame could be placed, Elsa knew something had to be done lest she lose her composure and, in turn, her mind. That was a risk she couldn't take; not with five trying outings about to demand her utmost attention in the coming week.

Her stomach was in knots, and even lower than that, in an area the queen paid little attention to until now, an aggravation pulsated, urging her to contend with it in some manner. Elsa glanced to Anna's sleeping back side, her ocean eyes drinking in the way the girl's curves gave way to the dress's wrinkles. Anna's hips fed into a pleasing waist, which naturally emphasized her petite but tauntingly attractive derriere. The white dress, which reached to about her sister's mid-thigh, in addition to her movement on the bed, exposed Anna's slender legs, the two limbs crossed over one another and pushing at small muscles to enhance what little extra tissue was available.

Elsa sucked in some air and instinctively allowed her hand to touch between her own thighs, her dress pressed inward so that it rubbed against her thin underwear. An instant wave of pleasure shocked Elsa's system, the queen feeling how her room's air cooled in conjunction with the reaction.

Elsa recoiled, thrown by how different and interesting the small touch felt, but was quick to return her hand within her lap, ever so lightly moving it upon her person, finding the tinges of pleasure that made her twitch with every stimulation enacted by her own purpose. As the queen became more acquainted with the sensations, she pressed further, her eyes wandering to Anna's outline beside her.

What am I doing?

A dampness began to warm Elsa's hand, but she found she cared little for the potential mess. She was too far gone. She was intoxicated by the tingling in her stomach. Her whole lower half swayed slowly, as if welcoming the sudden exploration of its natural sexual possibility. The more Elsa pet herself, the hotter her face became and the harder it was to suppress her laboured breaths.

Images played through the queen's mind as she stirred herself, her bountiful imagination creating scenes that were as clear as day. Gerda's tiny but tempting body eased itself into Elsa's bath, straddling atop the Ice Queen's waist. Her arms went about Elsa's neck, and the normally shy and stuttering girl looked upon her royal highness with hunger, willingly pressing her small breasts into Elsa's own.

No…

Sorey's powerful and tanned companion pushed Elsa into a wall, holding her hands above her head by the wrists and brushing her nose against the queen's trembling neck. She stroked every inch of Elsa's body with a strange form of consideration, eventually gripping between the queen's legs only to force an exasperated moan from the monarch's strained lips.

I'm not like this…

The attendant for Arthur haughtily scoffed at Elsa while the queen tossed her upon a bed, binding her arms and legs with shackles made of ice so she could do what she willed to the temptress's alluring body encased in that mischievously tight-fitting dress.

But it feels so good…

Elsa's hand stroked even lower, and she clenched her mouth, her eyes squint shut and her cheeks flushing her entire face.

'A-ah…' The queen moaned, covering her mouth as her neck muscles tightened and her stomach convulsed.

The final scene played out as Elsa's body prepared to release its long overdue liberation. Tears began to fill Elsa's closed eyelids. She couldn't prevent the moving images from fulfilling her desires. She was lost to her purpose, nearly anything capable of pushing her further.

But…

The queen kissed another's collar, tracing her tongue tentatively to the base of the other girl's neck. She could taste the skin even in her imagination. Wild flowers. Sweet nature. Summer. The shiver of her lady encouraged the queen, and she stroked her legs, opening them so that she could more easily pass on the same excitement she felt now.

This is…

A strained groan, hesitant by nature, but longing nonetheless. Elsa smiled, and moved her lips close to the other's, a soft brushing of both girls' mouths torturing the need to love. Elsa had never kissed someone before, but she knew this was what she wanted. This was the feeling she had been missing. This was precisely what love felt like. Pure. Trusting. Honest.

Who are you…?

Elsa focused on the other woman's face, her hand forcing her hips to rock back and forth, the compression nearing its limit.

Who…?

The features took shape, and Elsa's throat tightened, her hand still rapidly ushering her into the promised rapture. The sight of Anna's submitted visage not only caused the older sister pause, but it also guided her over the edge, her lower body thrusting upward and a montage of vibrations stirring within her pelvis and groin.

'O-oh…!' Elsa bit down on her own finger, the savage attack drawing blood almost instantly. It was worth it. Elsa's form quivered with every spasm, and she embraced the feelings encircling her womanhood with her entirety before releasing her finger and breathing harshly, not daring to look at Anna, who had barely shifted whatsoever.

I…Anna…Why…?

Elsa stared at the ceiling for a time, but then hastily shuffled out of her bed, needing to keep herself moving with denial. What had she just done? No. That wasn't the question. Elsa knew precisely the answer to that question. Before now, she had zero stimuli for such a thing, the mere thought of a male loving her doing nothing for the queen's carnal desires. But today she had discovered the solution to that particular riddle. Today Elsa understood another aspect of herself she couldn't grasp.

Yet, more questions arose from this all.

As Elsa changed her underwear, switching into a smaller, darker pair, she had to wonder: was the fact Anna appeared within her fantasies a product of her unrestrained, desperate need for anything that would help her previous endeavour or lust? Was that normal? Elsa knew it was not. Incestuous relationships were sometimes allowed within royal families to ensure the maintenance of purity, but it was another matter altogether if that same, technically sinful, relationship was also homoerotic.

And thus, the question: Was Elsa attracted to her own sister? If there was no social shaming to answer to, would Elsa allow herself to seduce her little sister into acts of unspeakable deterrent? Could Elsa even go so far as to claim she was in love with Anna beyond that of a familial bond?

'No!' Elsa screamed aloud, hugging herself and wheezing suddenly. Her teeth chattered, and the tears froze in place, extreme discomfort accompanying the loss of control.

Conceal. Don't feel. Conceal. Don't feel. Conceal! Don't feel!

I can't feel this!

'Elsa…?'

Anna's groggy voice startled her elder sister, Elsa turning slowly to meet the girl's tired face.

'I…I just needed some water.' Elsa stuttered, grabbing at the pitcher upon a small, decorative table.

'I did it again, didn't I? I totally fell asleep.'

'It's fine. It's only been half an hour or so…'

'Have you slept at all?'

'A little.'

Anna stretched and yawned, pulling at the covers so that she could get under them.

'Well, we still have about an hour, so you better get in on under here with me, Missy! There's some major engagements coming up, you know?'

Elsa went ahead and drank some of the water she ended up needing to calm herself further. Her hands were shaking. Her heart pounded painfully. She felt as though she would pass out at any moment. Anna was talking to her so normally. Anna had no idea what sort of perverse thoughts were pinning Elsa to the wall. Elsa needed to act her part. She couldn't give anything away. She felt as though she was going mad. The mirror was to blame. Her whiplash was to blame. Her repulsion was to blame.

Yes. She would feel differently in time. Elsa was still in a high. She understood this. She could never love Anna. How silly. How ridiculous. How awful. Anna was her precious little sister. That love was completely different. The mirror had to go. It was twisting everything. Everything!

Elsa entered into her bed and instantly felt Anna's arms about her.

'Sleep tight!' The girl squeaked, and almost fell unconscious right away, as if she were merely talking in a dream.

Elsa envied her sister. She would not be joining her in any form of rest.