To my surprise, I've managed to wake up. It's a huge relief not being dead.
Wait, shouldn't I be dead though? With complete certainty, I thought my eyes would never open again. My head feels really groggy, and my body is stiff as a board, but I remember what happened before fainting. I dragged my battered, frostbitten body through the snow for hours, desperately clinging onto dear life. Before collapsing from exhaustion, I recall being held by Elsa. In all likelihood, I should be long-dead.
Even against all odds, I've regained consciousness. I'm laying in a small, incredibly comfortable bed. After looking around the room, I realize my location is a medical facility of some sort. It looks like a hospital, except the room is way too cramped. Actually now that I think about it, I've been here before. This is my school's infirmary, and I've probably been sent here a dozen times. Since I'm such a klutz, I'm constantly injuring myself by bumping into things. I've been here so frequently, I know all the nurses on a first-name basis. So I know where I am, but that leaves the more important question... how did I get here?
By now I've realized something really incredible. Not only am I alive, but I've regained sensation in most of my body. I haven't made a full recovery though; my left arm is secured into a sling, and both legs are heavily bandaged. When I attempt to move around, my body flairs up with discomfort. It feels like I haven't moved in weeks. You know that sore feeling you get from sitting around too long? When you're inactive for such a long time, your body actually begins to ache? Well I'm feeling that sensation through every inch of my physique. Even though my body feels stiff, I'm grateful to be alive. My pain is on the mild side, like how someone feels after binge-watching too much Netflix. I'll probably be fine after stretching my muscles.
I can walk, right? Although my body was pretty severely injured, I feel alright now. Before I wander off, I need to test my stability. I can actually wiggle my toes, which is a huge relief considering what happened to my legs. I can move both feet just fine, so I must be capable of walking. When I try squirming my left foot around, the one more badly wounded, it actually hurts quite a bit. Under this sling I can't move my arm, which means it's probably broken. Despite my many abrasions, I actually feel really damn good. It's like I napped for a week. Wait, for how long have I been asleep?
On the table next to my bedside, I find my belongings neatly preserved for me. My backpack is riddled with several large holes, most likely from the hail. Holy shit, it looks like somebody hacked against it with a hatchet! Was I seriously walking through the same snowstorm that did that? Hail the size of bricks were being hurled against me, and I somehow managed to survive. Yeah, I only barely survived, but it's still a complete miracle. Without a doubt in my mind, Elsa is responsible for this miracle. I'm assuming that once again, like what happened after the hurricane in the bathroom, she resuscitated me. When she found me battered on her doorstep, she seemed pretty freaked out. To be honest, I've never seen Elsa more terrified in my life. When she's emotionally driven enough, her powers can accomplish some pretty amazing things.
You know, maybe I've been misunderstanding her powers. Even if they're scary at times, they're also capable of some amazing feats. Elsa's capabilities are seemingly endless, restricted only by her willpower. Everything she's done so far has been a series of accidents. If she learned how to focus her powers deliberately, her potential would be unlimited. Instead of apocalyptic snowstorms, and freezing the heads off people, she could be solving the world's problems. I guess that's what happens when you give magical powers to a moody, angsty 20-something girl. Speaking of that snowstorm... I imagine it's still going on, so I should hurry up and figure out how long I've been asleep.
Sorting through my backpack, I find my cellphone. The water bottles were breached, drenching my phone with freezing liquid, though it still seems to be working. Although the screen is badly cracked, and the reception is gone, I can check the date. And the date is... wait. This can't be right. This must be a malfunction. According to my cellphone, I've been in a coma for nearly a month. While that explains why my injuries are mostly healed, it creates a long series of even more compelling questions. If my phone is correct, then it only means one thing. Even if I'm awake, I'm still enduring my worst nightmare. My mission has failed. The world is already over.
Considering how furious the blizzard was, it was only a matter of hours until Arendelle was buried underneath a mountain of snow. After only 10 hours, the snow was already piled several feet high. Following a few days, entire households would be engulfed. A week? Leaving your house would be impossible. But after an entire goddamn month? That would mean the world itself is literally over, and I'm living inside a post-apocalyptic wasteland. I couldn't have dragged myself into bed, so that means is Elsa is somewhere here too. Does this seriously mean we're the last people on Earth? If the storm has continued uninterrupted for an entire month, then it's the only conclusion. Elsa and I are last people alive. Considering we're both girls, that means humanity dies with us. There won't be a next generation.
My only goal was to stop the blizzard. If I wasn't put out of commission for a month, I would have succeeded. I'm praying this is just my wild imagination going off again, so I must get to the bottom of this. I need to find Elsa immediately, wherever she may be. While I'm not in the best condition, I'm certain I can walk. Just as I'm about to remove myself from bed, I notice a rather embarrassing obstacle. I'm completely naked underneath these blankets. I can't find my clothing anywhere, and considering how shredded my backpack is, I can only imagine why. When Elsa stripped me, my clothing must have been reduced to rags. No time can be wasted worrying about my modesty, so I'm bringing the sheet with me. Wrapping this blanket around my naked frame should suffice for now, because it's not like Elsa hasn't seen me nude before.
While my legs are sore as hell, and I have a prominent limp, I'm more than capable of walking. Wearing nothing beyond a sheet draped around my body, I make my way into the hallway. Ever had that dream where you're naked at school? Well I'm currently experiencing that nightmare, and it's just as unpleasant as you'd imagine. It's the same school hallway as ever, except an eerie silence fills the air. Usually these corridors are full of people, so it's spooky seeing them vacant. It feels like I'm walking down the deserted streets of Chernobyl, among the few survivors of a catastrophic event. This entire scene is extremely freaky, and things get even stranger once I find a window. Through the window, I'm looking out into the courtyard. While it's still snowing outside, it's slowed down considerably.
I see people walking around in the snow, and even if they're bundled in huge jackets, they seem to be surviving. Relief quickly washes through my body, calming my nerves significantly. Although the blizzard is still going, it's been subdued to a great degree. People are capable of leaving their houses, the mountains of snow have decreased, and even the electricity has returned. I'm far from the last person alive. For a moment there, I was getting flashbacks to the Twilight Zone. You know that episode where the person wakes up, and something fucked up happens? Actually every episode is like that, but I specifically mean the one where everybody was dead. It almost felt like I was living in that episode.
Though I'm seeing people walking around, there are no cars anywhere. Driving is virtually impossible in these conditions. While the blizzard has calmed down, its wrath is still furious enough to create a perpetual snow-day. While people can leave their house, school would be indefinitely cancelled thanks to the storm. Considering we're in a school, this almost seems deliberate on Elsa's part. Her powers didn't want to kill anyone, they only wanted to assure our isolation. Like always, Elsa just wanted to be left alone. Since our home is destroyed, I guess she decided to create a new one. This place serves as Elsa's little ice palace, inaccessible to almost everyone in the world. Elsa has finally achieved her definitive wish of solitude, and it only required a magical snowstorm. Even if the world is in no immediate danger, I still need to find her.
A few moments later, I come across the front entrance of the school. The same door I couldn't get into the school through. Now I understand why; there's a thick barricade of ice coating the entire door, making it impossible for anyone to force their entrance. Actually it also prevents anyone from leaving this school, which means I'm effectively trapped inside an abandoned building with a supernatural entity. This is some Silent Hill shit. Speaking of which, suddenly the temperate feels like it's decreasing. Out of nowhere I've started shivering, and this flimsy bed sheet isn't helping much. In the distance I begin hearing a faint sound, like something tapping against the ground.
The sound is coming from the direction of the stairs. There's this huge curved stairwell in the center of the corridor, and I'm right in front of it. It sounds like something is walking down those steps, about to turn the corner and become visible to me. All I hear is consistent, soft knocking sounds, like the hum of someone parading down the steps. I have absolutely no idea who, or what, is walking down that staircase, but I'm about to find out. I'm getting the urge to run into the opposite direction, until I remember one important detail. The temperature is plummeting, and only one person is capable of doing that.
Someone continues strutting down the stairs, now visible in my point of view. To my utter, overwhelming delight, it's none other than the snow queen herself, Elsa. The knocking sound was her stiletto heels, making a loud echo every time she made a step. It also explains why she's moving so slowly, because they seem really difficult to walk in. Then again, Elsa has never found walking in heels difficult. Though Elsa owns several pairs of high-heeled shoes, I have never seen that particular piece of footwear before. Her heels are mostly transparent, like they were cast in crystal. The light is brightly glimmering against their surface. Several intricate patterns are formed in the front, in the shape of a snowflake design. The snowflake motif goes along the whole shoe, ending with a thin heel, almost two inches high.
They're probably the most beautiful shoes I've ever seen, but nothing compares to how dazzling her dress is. As she walks closer towards me, I begin analyzing her absolutely gorgeous outfit. She's wearing a long, incredibly tight-fitting gown. The dress affectionately hugs her curvy figure, clinging snugly against her frame. Elsa is such a voluptuous lady, this dress almost looks tailor-made to her body type. The tightness of the dress extends the length of her entire figure, right down to bellow her ankles. There's a slit in the dress, so every time she walks, her left leg spills through it. Considering how lengthy her pale legs are, it's quite the sensual sight.
The dress is sequin, and incredibly glittery, so the light sparkles beautifully against its surface. The dress has tight-fitting sleeves, made from transparent and mesh-like material. Dragging behind her is a long, also translucent cape, attached to the dress by the neckline. Speaking of the neckline; it's incredibly low, displaying a large portion of Elsa's pale skin. Every time she takes a step downwards, her entire body subtly jiggles, made even more noticeable thanks to the tightness of the dress. Her hips are prominently swaying... and I feel kinda dizzy. Maybe it's because I haven't had sex in a month, but my face quickly starts flushing from arousal. While Elsa has always been hot, she's taken her sexiness to a new level.
Oh, and obviously, her entire wardrobe is black. Though the material is glittery and translucent, it's been dyed with a hue of midnight black. If you remembered the name of this story, that shouldn't be a surprise. The Elsa I'm familiar with always wear black, and that will never change. For once, I have absolutely no idea what I should say. Elsa is wearing the most dazzling outfit I've ever seen, and I feel weak in the knees. I didn't think it was possible without physical stimulation, but the titillating nature of Elsa's dress is going to give me an orgasm. Elsa usually dresses really impeccably, however I've never seen her wear anything so arousing before. Just the sight of her dressed like this... it feels like I'm about to cum. I need to have a seat. I haven't had sex in weeks, and that needs to change immediately.
Eventually I stop admiring her figure, only to notice the joyous expression on her face. When our eyes finally meet, I see how pleased my presence is making her. She's never been more delighted. She's so overwhelmed with happiness, her purple eye-shadow might smear from crying. Almost like she's trying to show off her dress, she parts both arms in opposite directions, creating an incredibly theatrical pose. "Anna my darling! I didn't think you'd ever wake up. How do you like the new wardrobe?" she asks in an enthusiastic tone, about to reach the bottom of the stairwell. She must have noticed me gawking at it, so she already knows the answer. In my head, this entire moment is playing out in slow motion. I could watch her walk forever.
I have no idea how to respond. I'm blushing, almost shaking from astonishment, completely naked underneath this sheet. I want to explode with my appreciation for her outfit, however I can barely even squeak out a response. It's certainly different from her Megadeth shirts, while still resembling something only Elsa would wear. Her new attire is the boldest fashion choice she's ever made. When there's no one else around, you can wear whatever you want. Elsa decided to take the opportunity to start dressing like... Lady Gaga? I have no idea where she got this dress, but it's absolutely awesome. "Y-you look different... it's a good different! Sweet merciful fuck, is this a good different. Where did you find this dress?"
"I made this outfit," she insists, finally done walking down the length of the stairs. She begins dashing towards me, giddy with excitement. When she's close enough, she brings me into a huge, affectionate hug. She uses her strength to whirl me around in a circle, screaming with unbridled happiness. She kisses me several times in a row, rapidly pecking my forehead with her freezing lips. After a few more squeals of joy, she returns to hugging me like she intends to break me in half. Elsa is taller than me even without heels, not to mention I'm barefoot. As she embraces me, my head only goes up to her chest. My face is now buried into the pale flesh of her breasts, thanks to the incredibly low neckline. Not that I'm complaining though, because this is heaven.
I join my arms around her in return, breathing intently in. Her beautiful aroma floods into my lungs, making this entire moment feel like paradise. Eventually her embrace becomes slightly too tight, and I can feel myself beginning to suffocate. While being smothered by Elsa's chest is probably the most wonderful way to die imaginable, I can't stop myself from complaining. "Elsa, your boobs... they're stifling me," I choke out. Apologetic, she lessons her grip on me, allowing me to breathe. This is literally the fifth time I've been suffocated since I've discovered her powers, and it's really starting to get repetitive. Hold on though... wait, did Elsa claim to have made this dress? "Elsa, you don't sew! How could you create this dress in a month?"
"With my powers, silly. I guess you've discovered how long you were sleep? Well in that time, you'll never imagine what I learned to do with my powers!" Stepping away from me, Elsa poses her left arm against her waist. Is she playing another prank on me, or is she serious? In the length of a month, did she master her powers enough to create this dress? Has she started learning the trick to materializing objects?
When she was hugging me, her dress didn't feel like regular fabric. Like her skin, it felt like ice. Although it has the consistency of several types of fabrics, it still feels precisely like permafrost does. The dress is certainly lovely, but there's far bigger problems to deal with. "Wait Elsa, what about the storm? You know, the one that threatened to end the world?"
"Oh that," she scoffs like I just brought up some irrelevant topic, "that's old news. I haven't been able to stop it entirely, but it's been subdued considerably. It's almost like there's one minor little thing, nagging at the back of my conscious, that is preventing it from disappearing entirely. I've learned how to control my powers to an astonishing degree, but that pesky storm persists. Maybe with you waking up, it will finally end soon!"
"Yeah, I suppose," I respond sheepishly, still quite worried. Elsa is surprisingly optimistic for once, and it's putting me at ease. While there are gigantic, world-altering thoughts to discuss, my mind is decidedly focused on more mundane topics. "Elsa, I haven't eaten in a while, do you have anything to eat?"
"Of course!" she asserts, posing her arms upward again in a theatrical pose. "Let's fetch you something in the banquet hall!"
"That sounds lovely... wait. What did you say? Banquet hall?" Elsa supplies me another enthusiastic expression. Ever since she first observed me on the stairs, she's been acting odd. Elsa's demeanor has changed significantly. The shy, mousy girl I knew, has evolved into a far more confident, downright elegant woman. In the short length of a month, Elsa has undergone something resembling a transformation. Like a caterpillar going through a metamorphosis, the idealized butterfly has finally emerged. She claims to be capable of controlling her powers now, and without that fear, she seems far more comfortable in her skin.
To be honest, I've never seen Elsa so cheerful before. All the anxiety that once consumed her, has seemingly disappeared. What remains is the enchanting girl Elsa would have been without so much fear. Even her bangs have been slicked back, presumably frozen in place. She has nothing to hide from the world anymore, and it's turned her into a far more assured person. The same quirky, downright neurotic girl remains, although with far more confidence. She still obviously loves the hell out of me, so nothing important has changed. At this point, she takes my hand, and begins leading me into the direction of something important. She really wants to show me something. While it's not what rests underneath that dress, it's something equally amazing.
On the way, Elsa explained what happened during my month-long coma. Apparently when she found me buried in that ditch, I was nearly dead. There was so many lacerations on my face I was barely recognizable. While I was still breathing, it was very faint. Her anxiety manifested through her powers again, freezing over my wounds. Though she was capable of preventing my blood loss, she couldn't heal my internal injuries. Everything on the inside of my flesh was incurable, including my broken bones. Her powers can do some incredible things, but they have their strict limitations. After dragging me into the shelter of the school, she started nursing my wounds. Even if my legs weren't entirely broken, I suffered some severe fractures. It took weeks for them to heal, and I'm still sore as hell.
My arm suffered a viscous compound fracture, so it will remain in this sling for a while. On my wrist, Elsa claimed she could see my bones through the surface of my skin. Afterwards she carried me into the infirmary unit, and prepared my bed. I was her sleeping beauty for a month. Although I was still alive, I was so gravely injured she didn't think I would ever wake up. She spent every day for weeks right next to my bedside, praying for my revival. Elsa isn't a religious person, so I'm not particularity certain who she was praying to. Whether her personal deity is God, Buddha, Vishnu, Yeezus or Keanu Reeves, eventually I did wake up.
According to Elsa, it was the most agonizing month she's ever endured. To ease her anxiety, she started practicing the use of her powers, in an attempt to harness their potential. Not only can she conjure ice from her hands, she can create solid constructs through her willpower alone. Even without touching something, if she focuses hard enough, she can forge ice into objects. While she still spent hours next to my bedside every day, eventually she became so talented at utilizing her powers she created her dress. Plus several other things, which she seems really excited to show me.
Oh, and if you're wondering why I'm not bringing up Kristoff... well, Elsa is in a lovely mood, and I don't want to compromise that. Telling her that another person has directly died thanks to her powers, would give her another panic attack. She was devastated after killing an asshole like Hans, so I cannot imagine the anxiety Kristoff's death would inspire. I'll certainly bring him up later, but for now... I think it's something I should tiptoe around. Informing her about a corpse laying on her couch would probably sour her mood.
Eventually on the far end of the school, we arrive at the gym. She's absolutely ecstatic about showing me what's in there. Her hands are held against my eyes, like there's going to be a huge surprise waiting inside. Usually I would never consider Elsa excitable, but today she's absolutely buoyant. We make our way into the gym, and after a few steps in, she moves her hands away from my eyes. "You can look now!" she sings, like she's enthusiastically waiting for my reaction. As I open my eyes, my mouth drops in astonishment. To describe my reaction as "shocked," would be the understatement of the century. Once more, Elsa has stripped me of words.
Through the mastery of her powers, Elsa has created an entire banquet hall made from ice. The dazzling display stretches down the entire length of the gym. The walls have been frozen over by translucent crystals, which extend upwards to the ceiling. Oh, and the ceiling is incredible too; it's been sculpted with so many intricate designs it resembles the Sistine Chapel. There are millions of elaborate details, virtually undetectable to the naked eye. Most humans couldn't even see most of these motifs, but Elsa created them through her mind alone. Parting in the middle of the ceiling, is a chandelier so stunning it looks like fine art. The chandelier is absolutely massive, composed entirely of jagged formations of ice. It looks like several stacks of gigantic snowflakes, strung together by a chain that joins it to the ceiling. The humongous construct looms over the room, hanging right above the banquet table.
Like everything else, the dining table has been forged from ice, stretching on for several meters. Like a royal ballroom, dozens of chairs run down the length of the table. Everything was created by ice, with one notable exception. Since ice would be too slippery, the gym floor has been paved over with glittery permafrost. My eyes are glazed over with wonder, as I overlook the immense beauty of this room. I can't even begin to comprehend the determination spent creating this display. Everything has been so incredibly well though-out and designed, it rivals the greatest views of the world. This could easily qualify for the Eighth Wonder of the World, and unlike the other seven entries, this entire thing was created by one girl during her free time. While her dress was impressive, this room is a work of architectural art.
In this moment I realize the beauty of her powers. Her powers have been interpreted as a source of horror, when they're actually a beautiful miracle. Even though she called her powers a curse, nothing that could create something so incredible, could ever truly be without virtue. While her heart was filled with fear, her powers resembled some cosmic, ominous force that everyone was afraid of. All the mutilation and destruction they've caused has been through accidents. This room is like a child playing with her toys for the first time, having the time of her life. When allowed to prosper, her power is a source of marvel. "Elsa... how did you create all this?" I mumble out, still staring awestruck towards the ceiling.
Elsa is timidly playing with her braid, extremely flattered by my reaction. "When you were in that coma, I needed to focus my mind elsewhere. The only way to ease my anxiety was by coming here, and letting off some steam. Do you really like it?"
"Like it?! This is the most amazing thing I've ever seen, and I've seen you naked! I don't even know how to begin singing my words of praise," I compliment, and the smile on Elsa's face is so adorable, it could melt this room. She looks incredibly proud, like a kid who just received a compliment on her artwork. She seemed so excited to show me, and my reaction is more than enthusiastic. Most people would respond with fear. I'm the only person alive this can be shared with, and I feel absolutely honored for the privilege. I've actually made Elsa blush, and that's a nearly impossible feat. In fact, I've inspired her even more. There's far more she wants to show me.
She cracks her knuckles, preparing herself for the next exhibition of her powers. This time she wants to showcase them live, right in front of me. Twirling her hands around, she materializes snow from thin air. She brings the snow into translucent spiral formations, which disappear just as suddenly as they were created. I'm already impressed, but Elsa is only warming up. Focusing more intensely, she raises her hands into the air, and pillars of ice jolt out of the ground. With just her gestures, she's created fully realized, actually sustainable rods of ice straight from the floor. At this point I begin clapping my hands in exhilaration, cheering her on. Elsa turns back towards me, even more flattered by my reaction. Her face is a deep shade of red.
My applause is music to her ears, and she begins grinning. She's trying to bite her lip, in an attempt to conceal her awkward smile. It's not stopping her expression though, and she has the dorkiest, most adorable grin I've ever seen. I can't take her cuteness anymore, so I dash towards her, bringing her into a tight embrace. I have never been more overwhelmed in my life. Hans used to try impressing me with his fancy cars and clothes, but Elsa has truly taken my breath away. "I want to see you actually forge ice into an object," I request, curious to see even more.
Elsa pulls away from me, lost in deep thought. It almost appears like she's thinking about what to make. After a few seconds, it seems like she found her answer. "Do you remember when it was snowing, and you wanted to go outside and build a snowman? But I wanted to watch Seinfeld again?" she asks, and I nod my head in assurance. How could I ever forget all the times she cockblocked my desire to make snowmen? At this point, she returns to concentrating, and whirls her hands around in another demanding gesture.
The snow from the floor joins together in front of us, forging a snowman right before my eyes. It's about three feet tall, has stubs for feet, and the body is composed from three different balls of snow. It has a deformed head, jutting upwards in a weird angle. It has one single tooth, and a smile carved into its mouth, which protrudes outwards from the rest of the face. Though the snowman has no limbs, I could easily imagine arms and perhaps even hair made from spare sticks. After its completion, Elsa folds her arms confidently, shooting me a satisfied look. "What do you think?"
"That's the ugliest snowman I've ever seen. Why does it have a head injury?" I deadpan unimpressed. That's not to say the accomplishment of creating it wasn't incredible, I just don't particularly like her design. It resembles a snowman created by somebody who has never built one before. Unsatisfied with my neutral response, the snowman quickly crumples back into snow, and Elsa affectionately rolls her eyes at me. I presume it's time for dinner.
Dinner has been served, on beautiful crystal plates crafted by Elsa. While I was in that coma, she was afforded with an abundance of free time. She constructed a large variety of tableware and cutlery, including plates, fancy wine glasses, and even utensils. I don't even want to use anything, because everything is so beautiful. While Elsa is incredibly gifted, unfortunately her powers are restricted to ice and snow. Creating a delicious meal is something she isn't yet capable of. Instead we're eating leftovers from the cafeteria, prepared by Elsa. Want to know the only perk of being trapped inside an abandoned building? Having free access to everything inside it. Next to a shopping mall, a fully-stocked school is the ideal place to stay during the apocalypse.
While we're not the last people alive, it almost feels that way. We're the only dinner guests using this gigantic table, so we're sitting right next to each other. This entire scene feels so surreal. Armageddon has been momentarily postponed, but not entirely prevented. The world could end at any moment, and we're sitting around, eating macaroni. It feels like any regular day between us. Our couch has been replaced with a luminous dining table, and there's no television, but everything else is precisely the same. Oh, and she's wearing a gown sewn from ice particles. Other than that, everything is perfectly mundane. To the best of her abilities, Elsa has used her powers to reconstruct the world to fit her personal liking. Though I just want everything returned to normal, I don't want to upset Elsa.
One false move might trigger the blizzard to escalate again, so I need to be careful. One uncontrollable mood swing is enough to end all existence. It feels like I'm having dinner with a ticking time bomb. Although I trust and love Elsa infinitely, this is a pretty uncomfortable moment. If the storm is still raging on, there must be something upsetting her. She's picking away at the last strands of her macaroni dinner, appearing quite somber. In an attempt to lighten the mood, I decide to force some pleasant dinner conversation. "You know, I really do love the dress dear! What inspired it?"
Without missing a beat, she launches right into an explanation. Though Elsa usually isn't very talkative, she seems much more conversational lately. After spending an entire month alone, I understand why she's eager for some interaction. "I've always been criticized for how I dress. I wear too much black, I wear too much make-up, I have too much hair... it's always something. I only wanted to feel right in a world that constantly made me feel wrong. But you know what? If this is wrong, then I have no desire to be right. With no one else around, I took the opportunity to finally... be me, you know? For once, nobody could tell me how to dress, or how to behave. I can finally be completely unapologetic about my fashion choices."
"You look absolutely gorgeous! I mean you're always beautiful, but when I saw you walking down those stairs, dressed in that skin-tight number, I couldn't believe my eyes!" With a shy smile on her face, Elsa quietly sips another mouthful from her glass. Once again, she appears to be blushing. Elsa's skin is so pale, it betrays her embarrassment every time. Even the most subtle blush is clearly visible. It's really funny actually; Elsa is the most gorgeous, powerful girl in the world, and I can make her flush with a few compliments. "Admittedly it's quite different from your other outfits though! I mean from sweaters and yoga pants, to sequin ball gowns? That's pretty damn bold."
"I know the contrast may appear strange, but I've always had, er, eccentric style. Since no one was around to judge me, my creativity ran pretty wild. In this tight dress, with these high heels, I finally feel comfortable in my own skin. When I looked at my reflection while wearing this, at long last I felt like myself. I'm never going back to boring old sweaters again," she explains in a rather exhilarated tone. Not only has Elsa become more talkative, she's also noticeably more confident. Although she used to mumble through conversations, she's now oozing with charisma. Her entire demeanor is really self-assured, and I can't help feeling slightly humbled by her presence. "Is there something wrong darling?" she asks, noticing how quiet I've become.
"It's just... look at you! You look like a model! You're a thousand times more stunning. You've always been out of my league, but we're not even in the same dimension anymore. You seem so much more confident... in comparison, I feel inadequate," I admit meekly, though Elsa is rolling her eyes in response.
"Anna hun, I never want to hear such bullshit again! Regardless of our physical differences, we are equals in every way. What makes me more beautiful than you? My body type? Because I have the figure to pull off a dress like this? That's nonsense. Beauty lies within the eyes of the beholder, and in my eyes, no girl in this world is more gorgeous than you. I love you exactly the way you are," she insists in another elegant speech. Elsa's personality has become so much more captivating. For once, she's chattier than myself. Her entire attitude has grown so winning and charming, and her words are making me blush uncontrollably.
I was feeling really unsure for a moment, until she effortlessly raised my spirits. Although learning to control her powers has raised her confidence, the same Elsa remains. Nothing about Elsa has changed beyond her outward appearance. Behind the pale flesh and cold skin, is the same affectionate girl I've fallen in love with. Even in this stunning dress, she still adores me enough to console me every time I'm feeling down. "Do you really mean that?"
"Of course, silly! This is actually a little embarrassing to admit, but um... when you were still in that coma, I was desperate for some sense of normalcy. Even in your absence, I wanted our old routines to continue. So um..." Elsa awkwardly trails off, unsure and slightly embarrassed.
"Yes?" I quiz, absolutely fascinated by what could make Elsa, the most stunning girl in the world, visibly shy.
"Well it's a little unusual," she admits before clearing her throat, still slightly red-faced, "you had the privilege of being asleep through our month-long separation. I had to endure it while being conscious, and I missed you during every waking moment. We've slept together every night for months. So while you remained in the coma, I kinda... slept with you, in that hospital bed. Every night I would get into bed with you, because I missed being close together... I built my own bedroom on the other side of the school, but I couldn't fall asleep without you." Elsa's face is now absolutely scarlet, and she's shamefully concealing her face behind her palms. "Is that weird? Of course it's weird, I probably sound like a complete loser..."
"Not at all!" I urge, bringing her into a comforting hug. "I was equally devastated when we were apart! Good lord, I was smelling your clothing after only a few hours, I can't imagine how depressed an entire month would have made me." At this point, Elsa breaks our embrace, giving me a really skeptical look. Something I said really weirded her out, and after thinking about it for a moment, I realize what it was. "Wait, no! Er, it wasn't like I was sniffing your... um, yeah. It was just your shirt! You just smell so amazing. It's just... I really missed you. It's hard speaking coherently when you look so sexy in that dress," I awkwardly stumble out, once again planting my foot firmly into my own mouth.
"I noticed my dress making you uncomfortable. I think our tour should be extended into my bedroom. If you like my dress, you'll love what I have on underneath it. My corset is made of crystals," she teases, giving me an uncomfortably suggestive look. Thanks to her heavy eye-shadow, she always has these alluring, pouty eyes. It's like she's constantly giving me sex-eyes.
"Elsa, do you seriously want to have sex now? What about the storm?" Though I can't believe I'm saying this, sex isn't such a great idea right now. Having a pleasant conversation during dinner is one thing, but sex? She seriously wants to make love while we're dealing with the looming apocalypse?
Suddenly, a cold sensation forms across my lap. The front portion of Elsa's stiletto is brushing against my crotch. While I was thinking sensible thoughts, Elsa was maneuvering her foot from underneath the table, towards my lap. Since I'm completely naked underneath this flimsy bed sheet, the outline of her foot sends shock-waves throughout my body. "Anna, I missed you to death. We haven't had sex in weeks, and I can't concentrate like this. I want you in my bed," she purrs in a sultry tone, still staring towards me with her suggestive eyes. At this point I can't control myself anymore. Elsa has never said anything so evocative before, and her words threaten to put me into another coma.
As she teases my crotch with the smooth surface of her shoe, my heart beats in a furious rate. I want to deal with the menace of the snowstorm, but I haven't had sex in a month. Even though I was unconscious during that time, it's like my need for gratification persisted. I can't stare at her cleavage in that dress anymore. I've been on the edge of arousal for hours, however I must resist her advances. Fighting against my body, I try arguing with her. "But Elsa! The storm..." I mumble out, in a defeated whisper so faint she didn't even hear me. My face is a shade of red matching my hair.
"My darling, I haven't shown you everything my powers can do yet," she implores, and by this point I could faint. There's no uncertainly in my mind anymore. Elsa has overridden all my common sense. Under most circumstances, I would ask her to remove her foot from between my legs... but not today. Elsa knows me too well. She knows all my weaknesses, and exactly how inspire a reaction out of me. Fighting against her advances was never going to work. I never stood a chance.
If your inner-thighs were wrapped around Elsa like a blanket, you too would have the irresistible urge. Besides, nothing relieves stress quite like an orgasm. It should be good for us both. Maybe the storm persists because Elsa is sexually frustrated? Either way, we'll have a quick detour into her new bedroom, relieve some tension, and return to dealing with the blizzard. Surely the world can wait an hour? What's the worst that could happen?
I'm about to experience pleasure beyond imagining, however the consequences would prove lethal for the world. Turns out, while I was comfortably asleep within that coma, some very sinister things were happening within this school. Everything was too good to be true.
