Elsa knew it was her imagination, but she couldn't help but feel monitored more than usual as she made her way through her own palace. The guards paid her much more attention. The maids whispered to one another under their breaths. Councilmen sneered in the queen's direction. All these imaginings were because Elsa now shared a secret with her sister that could, quite efficiently, destroy them both. Elsa could only imagine the uproar. It would be bad enough if Elsa's personal sexual preference was discovered to begin with, but to pair the deviance with twice the distance from normality only invited the worst kind of scenario.

Elsa felt awkward. Her feet were heavy. Her body was spinning. The hallways shrunk. What she wouldn't give to have Anna by her side. Nonetheless, the queen was pleased with herself. After tonight, if Anna still wanted to be with her own sister romantically, then that would be that. Elsa would have a private meeting with King Arthur the following day and solidify their plans. She never would have thought such a conversation would be taking place sooner rather than never, but here Elsa was, contemplating exactly how she would word the exciting news should Anna pick her.

Truthfully, Elsa was confident, for once, about how Anna would react to this crossroad. The way her sister had kissed Elsa back in that alleyway wasn't anything to underestimate. Elsa could sense the raw passion transferring between the siblings. If anything, had they not been interrupted, Elsa wondered just how far she would have taken the exchange. Her emotions were rapturous, guiding her to a plain of desire she didn't know she could harbour. She was very glad she had told Anna not to join her this night, for the queen was still stepping down from the clouds, and should Anna have tempted her once again, there was no telling just how much Elsa would push. She was that in love with her little sister.

Elsa nodded to the guards stationed on either side of the entrance to the dungeons. She refocussed her mind, knowing she would have more than enough time to think about Anna later in her bed. Being acknowledged by the guards reminded Elsa of Percival, which made her recall Grimoire and Leon, which leveled her imagination readily. As joyful as it was to consider precisely how she would explore the developing relationship with Anna, Elsa still had to be a queen and help repel the threat of Devil and the loose ends that remained thanks to the creature's curse.

That being said, Elsa retraced the celebration in Arendelle's square, happy to know that the curse had no place where so many thankful individuals resided. Negative emotions fed the curse, amplifying them into physical space where they normally had no manifestation. Lewdness, aggression, bitterness, jealousy, and every other form of negativity fed the darkness, and Elsa continued to be shocked that she hadn't been influenced by the black magic. Perhaps because she herself held such power? It didn't seem completely crazy.

Elsa stepped down the final stair and strode across the dark, dank depths of her kingdom, the door to Gerda's cell unlocked before she even needed to say anything. The queen was surprised to find Leonard seated across from Gerda and Bulda, his tired face showing some life now that his queen had arrived.

'I was just getting ready to leave, but Bulda here insisted on making sure there was no trace left of Devil.' Leonard stood and bowed, his old eyes glimmering gaily at the sight of his lady. 'The boy, Kristoff, found you, then? I gave him an hour; works quick.'

'Sven assisted him. He's practically a hunting dog.' Elsa smiled, stepping into the cell and looking down at Gerda who remained as the monarch had left her before. 'Bulda? I'm told there's been a mistake.'

Bulda huffed, rubbing the crystal around her neck and touching Gerda's arm almost roughly.

'It's not that I was wrong, but the scent is gone completely. It's a darn right mystery!' The little troll muttered in obvious frustration.

'It's not.' Elsa knelt in front of Gerda and looked up at her, the small girl's eyes shining the moment they registered her queen's presence. It was as though she had shut down completely until this second. 'Grimoire was likely Devil, as Leonard can attest to. Devil's powers are beyond our understanding. He set Gerda up. Why he went so far only to practically reveal himself during my meeting with Lord Leon is beyond me. His shapeshifting talent makes any progress on his current identity null.'

'Unbelievable.' Leonard grunted, rubbing his forehead.

'I'm here, Gerda.' Elsa made her friend realize for certain now.

'My queen…' Gerda breathed softly, reaching out and touching Elsa's face, strangely enough. 'You're glowing. N-no more pretending?'

Elsa's mouth quivered, but she shouldn't have underestimated Gerda's observational abilities when it came to her. Of course she would notice immediately. She was always watching for Elsa's happiness, wasn't she?

'No. It's mostly thanks to you, I'll have you know.'

'I-I see…' Gerda's eyes shifted, and a wave of despair passed over her. It wasn't sadness or jealousy or anything of the like, but it was almost like she saw her world crumbling for an instant. Regret. Elsa saw regret in the maid's hesitant glances. Regret and shame. Why? If Elsa could have evaluated the expression for a little longer, she may have found an answer, but Gerda insisted on remaining stoic.

'You are free, Gerda. If there is no hint of Devil left within you then you are more than deserving of your freedom.'

'It could return…' Leonard suggested, but Elsa snapped her hand up as she helped Gerda to her feet.

'Suspicion of my maid is no longer acceptable. She has done her time gracefully for a crime she had no involvement in. I will not stand for her to be ill-treated a minute longer.'

'Of course.' The attendant bowed.

'I guess I'm sorry, then.' Bulda shook her head. 'I shouldn't have been so sure. Devil is a slippery son-of-a-gun. I shoulda been more suspicious when he finally showed up. I'm sorry. I really am.'

'I-it's fine. Don't apologize, please.' Gerda mumbled.

'You're too kind to me, Missy.' Bulda sighed regardless.

'With that, let us get out of this depressing dungeon.' Leonard said quite plainly, and the small group did so.


While Bulda departed to the square to find Kristoff, likely feeling uncomfortable around Gerda, Leonard remained with the two young women, escorting them to the maids' quarters and stepping off to the side of Gerda's room. The only guards present were the ones at the entrance to the hall, so this allowed for some hasty private talk.

'Queen Elsa, for preparation's sake, might I ask who you intend on selecting come tomorrow's grand reveal to the populace?'

Gerda shifted in place, fidgeting with her hands.

'I am going to sleep on it, Leonard. I'm sorry. I know that isn't the answer you want, but this is a very important decision, and I don't want to tell you one thing and then wake up feeling another. I want no variables existing during the final say. You understand, don't you?'

Leonard grinned with obvious fatigue.

'I do. That…is a wise process. As vexing as it is for myself and the other coordinators, I do think you are proceeding correctly. Our kingdom's future is influenced by what you say tomorrow. I pray you are confident in how to proceed.'

'I am, but it is still a frightening final step, so, a good night's rest will prove useful, I think.'

'Very well. With that being said, I apologize to you, Gerda. I hated having you locked up when even I know you are such an admirable worker. I tend to let my passion for protecting Queen Elsa get the best of me, and for that, I am very, very sorry.'

Gerda nodded, making a small sound in the pit of her throat.

'Please get some rest. I will do my best to usher your return to post as naturally as possible. There is little doubt some of your peers may chastise you, I suppose, but inform me of any incidents immediately and I will quell them post haste.'

'No. Report them to me.' Elsa uttered squarely. 'I will handle any negative reception personally.'

Leonard chuckled to himself, shaking his head.

'There you have it. You're in good hands, Gerda.'

'Y-yes.'

'Goodnight, my queen. Sleep well. I am happy to know that this whole suitor fiasco will be over, come what may, tomorrow. I must say that you handled yourself impressively. It is not a natural or pleasant ordeal, yet your conduct was a marvel even when stress picked at your person. I am very proud.'

'Thank-you, Leonard.' Elsa tried to smile. He was proud now, but if only he knew…

The attendant bowed low twice and was then on his way, muttering to the guards as he left, likely leaving instructions to keep an eye on Gerda regardless. He was ever cautious, if annoyingly so at times. It was his job, and Elsa commended him for his attention to detail.

'…Would you like to take a bath, Gerda? You must want one after such an ordeal.'

She hesitated, to Elsa's surprise, but a notion seemed to pass over her, and she then nodded.

'I-if my queen wishes it.'

'I do, but because I selfishly need to speak with you as well. If it is too soon, then perhaps tomorrow, although that might be too late. I'm sorry.'

'No. N-no. I would love to be of service to you again.'

Elsa's chest flipped. She didn't know how much she had missed Gerda until now. The quiet presence by her side when Anna was not created a different sense of comfort and trust. Elsa never believed that Gerda was truly Devil, and the fact her maid was with her now proved she was mostly right. Devil had clearly affected Gerda somehow. The details and mechanics behind it all remained a mystery for the time being, but Elsa refused to believe Gerda had anything to do with Devil's endgame…whatever that may be.

'I thank you, Gerda. I apologize for pushing you so. Time always seems to be against me.'

'Not at all. B-being with you after…that…is much better than being alone.'

When Gerda had acquired a change of clothes, she and Elsa quickly moved through the fairly quiet palace to the baths and, in particular, to Elsa's private bathing chamber. Only her head maid or Anna were allowed in the area with her here, and she liked the privacy for many reasons growing up. The guard on night duty for the surrounding area was a kind, soft-spoken individual by the name of Christian, or Chris, which was too similar to Kristoff for Elsa's taste, so she refrained from calling him that. The young man had asked where Princess Anna was upon Elsa and Gerda passing him, and the queen found his tone a little odd. It was a simple enough question, but his eyes suggested a bizarre sense of expectation or intrigue in relation to the current events.

Trying not to think about Christian's inquiry, Elsa disrobed and eased herself into the bath after Gerda had drawn the hot water and prepped it in her professionally spectacular way. Elsa submerged her body in the steaming bath with a little more ease than before, finding some confidence in her sexuality for now. However, Elsa decidedly attempted not to observe Gerda's naked form as she had before. There was no reason to. She knew what her preferences were now. She was practically committed to Anna at this point. Yet…she felt a tinge of curiosity. The arousal she was attempting to subdue since her passionate moment with Anna some time prior refused to release her, and being in the bath with Gerda was helping matters little. Such animalism.

'Mmm…This was a good idea, my queen.' Gerda closed her eyes and seemed to almost smile for the first time in so long. 'I'm honoured to be sharing this moment with you.'

'Think nothing of it.' Elsa waved her hand, feeling the water slide down her arm before submerging it again. 'I owe you much more than a simple bath after what you've been through.'

'It's really not a problem…'

'Gerda. You were put in prison for crimes you didn't commit. Devil is the one who unleashed the curse upon my kingdom. Granted, its growth is miniscule on a day to day basis, but that could change at any moment, and he still poses some form of threat to Arendelle. You do not. You are the queen's close friend. I…missed you.'

Elsa tried to watch for her maid's reaction, but she couldn't continue being so invasive, and turned to the wall, only catching some movement in her peripheral vision.

'…I do not deserve your affection, my queen.'

'What makes you say that?' Elsa asked now, finding a true sense of tentativeness emanating off Gerda since her release. Did it just come from being in the dungeons for a couple of days? No. Elsa liked to think she knew her friend better than that. There was something else, and it came with the look Gerda had given her, however briefly, earlier.

'…I am but a commoner among a queen.' Gerda muttered, cupping some water in her hands and appearing to be staring at her own disfigured reflection.

'You know I do not foster that sort of relationship with my people. Yes, I am the queen, but I am just as human as any of you…aside from my magic.' Elsa meant to make Gerda laugh, and the corners of the younger girl's lips did twitch, but that was all. Whatever was gripping Gerda was something she didn't want anyone knowing; not even Elsa. So be it. Elsa would respect her friend's privacy.

'Y-you needed to speak with me, my queen?' Gerda asked after a beat, as if reading Elsa's mind and pace.

'Yes. I do. Are you sure I am not bothering you when you were just released? I feel bad…'

'Do not. The greatest joy my life has to offer is being of service to you.'

'You're better than that, Gerda. Do not think so lowly of yourself.'

Gerda's face twisted nearly, as if she was holding back the urge to break down, but then she smiled as best she could, tipping her head to the side.

'How is serving as the queen's confidant and friend a terrible thing?'

Another battle loss. Gerda may have been segregated from everyday life for a time, but she hardly lost her hidden edge of social competence.

'Fine. I can leave it at that. What I needed to speak to you about regards Anna.'

'Y-you two have confessed to one another at last?'

'Well…yes.'

Gerda nodded slowly with her eyes shut before staring at Elsa with a mixture of joy and fear.

'That…makes me very happy to hear. I could only assume as much based on how glorious your visage was upon releasing me and…even now.'

Elsa touched her face, confusion upon it.

'H-heh…You wouldn't be able to tell, I think, but it is there. I-I thought you beautiful before, but now it…it is hard to even look at you.' Gerda's lips tightened, but she smiled again, the steam from the bath making it difficult to see exactly how the girl was reacting in real time.

'I see…'

'You deserve this happiness, my queen. You have suffered so. But you are still unsure of something?'

Elsa thanked Gerda's uncanny attention to her queen's smallest of nuances. Where else could she go? Books? Perhaps, but the library was always being facilitated in one way or another, and Elsa was hardly inconspicuous. She could just let nature take its course, but she was the older sister, and she wanted to know how to please Anna…eventually. It wasn't as though she expected immediate intimacy, but if their kisses were any indication, Elsa had a feeling she wasn't the only person in the relationship with a rather curious state of affection sexually. It had all been pent up for so long, and now they were both finally on the same page. Elsa desired Anna, but she also had her pride.

'I…do not know…how to make love.' Elsa admitted in a small voice. She was surprised Gerda didn't ask her to repeat herself.

'Oh.' A long pause, and Elsa nearly abandoned the conversation there. She was about ready to faint, and she couldn't believe what topics she had covered with Gerda over the course of a week or so. How quickly life could change. 'Well…nobody really knows how to make love, my queen, until it happens.'

That was honest enough. However…

'But…I feel as though I am especially ignorant.'

'That may be true.' Gerda giggled, and her voice sounded more like itself in that reaction. Elsa found some ease returning to her posture, and she breathed out slowly.

'I just need a little advice, if you wouldn't mind. When we were in the tent…was that something like what I should do for Anna?' Elsa had bittersweet memories of that trip, but one of the moments that stuck in her mind, whether she wanted it to or not, was when Gerda had molested her in order to prove a very painful point. The moment Gerda's fingers had pressed against Elsa, there was pain, certainly, but the queen had to admit there was a foreign sensation of pleasure as well. It was so brief, however, and Elsa was so frightened in the moment, that she only had erratic recollections to refer to. She needed more. She needed further knowledge now that she was more than less prepared for the answers.

Gerda laughed again to herself.

'No. T-that was sort of…crude. What you should lead Anna with, especially considering her inexperience…?' Gerda's rising intonation lingered, and Elsa's eyes flickered.

'She is. As…far as I know. I don't think she is lying when she claims nothing has happened between her and Kristoff.' How Anna reacted when Elsa elevated their intimacy in the alleyway was further proof. She was flustered very easily during physical contact in a sexual manner. It was adorable…

'Then you need to lead her especially gently at first. H-her body will react properly only if you ease her into the moment.'

That made sense. It wasn't as though Elsa was completely incompetent. She knew how to make herself feel somewhat good, so that was the baseline, at least. But even the concept of self-pleasure seemed slippery at best. If only she had been as inquisitive as Gerda growing up. Now, it was almost too late to ask too may questions of the wrong person. Not only that, but Elsa's mother was nowhere to be found, so that particular role had been snuffed, replaced by this somewhat strange conversation.

'I see…'

'Every girl will be different, but you can mostly understand another person's needs or wants by their reactions to your touch. Y-you should try to be in tune with Princess Anna's sounds. Um…Like her moans and such…'

'Okay…' Elsa's legs moved under the water, her groin tingling as the talk progressed. She was already agitated thanks to the loving interactions she had had with Anna, and this discussion was doing little to keep her urges at bay.

'Should I go on?' Gerda asked with consideration. She must've been able to see Elsa's discomfort.

'Please.' She needed to know. She wanted to be ready. She was…somewhat enjoying the information. She kept picturing Anna's naked body and how it would feel against her own. Her breasts reacted in kind, and she made sure only her shoulders and up were exposed so that she wouldn't be ashamed by her stimulated physicality.

'C-caressing her from head to two is a good way to get you both agreeable. Explore her form and…and after a bit, focus on her chest and between her legs. Kissing her and…and licking her most sensitive parts will be the next step, and then…eventually, you will feel her become ready for…u-um…er…penetration? I-insertion? A-ahem.'

Elsa bit down hard on her lower lip, images playing in her mind's eye as Gerda went on and her body became hotter than even the water she was enjoying. Her right hand was already softly massaging her lower form ever so lightly, and her breaths came in small gasps of labour. This was useful information, but she couldn't say she felt confident yet. Mental knowledge and practical knowledge were two very different things. Could Elsa get by based on the little experience she had on herself?

'You are…still unsure?'

'A little, but I can't very well expect to understand it all so easily. I will fumble my way through the first encounter. Anna is so easygoing that it won't really matter.'

A long slot of silence, the sound of dripping water from the sweating walls hissing within the steaming room. A chill ran through Elsa, then, and she blinked, the feeling gone as immediately as it came.

'I-it is your chance to solidify your place as her lover…' Gerda stated suddenly, her tone just a little different than before. It wasn't malicious, per se, but it wasn't as bubbly either. She sounded somewhat frantic yet excited. Hurt but elated. Was Elsa hearing her right?

'That's true.'

'If it should go wrong…she might be frightened away. It's unlikely, because she loves you so much, but it's possible. The relationship…is much more fragile than most.'

Elsa's heart stopped, and she choked on her own spit as she shook her head of the very idea. Not after coming this far. Gerda was right. It was such a slim chance, but Elsa didn't like operating in doubt. If she could be better prepared, shouldn't she just take the opportunity? She wanted her first experience with Anna to be magical. She wanted to guide herself and her little sister into a beautiful yet erotic world of bliss. She didn't want to let Anna down. She didn't want to let herself down.

'What would you suggest I do, then?' Elsa asked honestly, part of her knowing exactly what was coming and split down the middle regarding the very concept.

Gerda moved in the tub, crawling through the water so that only her head and collar could be seen. She stopped just short of Elsa, her flushed, tiny face shaped charmingly by her short, dark hair. Her brown eyes glimmered, and she smiled shyly. Shyly? Or…wickedly?

Wait.

'I-I can show you, my queen. It would mean nothing. I would simply be fulfilling my duty as your head maid. You're obviously wound up, w-which could lead to influenced decisions.'

Elsa swallowed. She wasn't surprised by the suggestion, but she was surprised by her body's reaction. Was this betraying Anna if she didn't feel anything for Gerda and simply wanted practice? If they didn't kiss, or if there was no emotion regarding the act, was it adulterous? It wasn't as though she and Anna were committed to one another yet…but that was certainly no excuse. No. Not when they had been so clear about their feelings. If Elsa were to accept Gerda's offer, she had to make sure she was doing so stoically with no alternative motives.

But it was still a conscious act. How would I feel if Anna did the same with Kristoff?

'I love Anna.' Elsa said aloud, and Gerda's face dropped for such a short period of time that the queen questioned whether it had even happened.

'I know you do. She is your sun. You are her moon. You are meant to be together.'

'If we do this…I do so in order to make Anna happy first and foremost. Minimal contact. Explain and indicate only.'

No. I shouldn't. Even that is wrong.

'Of course. That is how I understand it as well.'

Elsa licked her lips and closed her eyes for a moment. She mapped out a condition for herself. She wouldn't hide this from Anna. She wanted honesty between the two of them, and she wouldn't start their relationship with a secret regarding the lengths she went to provide Anna with a glorious first time. If she could explain to her sister why she allowed Gerda to touch her in any way, she would proceed. She did this for Anna. Rely on the restrictions in place. Feel nothing.

Paper-thin excuses and reasoning. My curiosity and arousal are ruling my common sense, just as Gerda warned me seconds prior.

The queen of Arendelle played the scene in her mind multiple times. She rotated all variables into the moment and shuffled them before opening her eyes and looking squarely at her maid.

'Show me how to pleasure my sister, please. Do not take it too far. As a friend, I am asking for guidance, but it will progress not a moment beyond that.'

Gerda nodded, moving in even closer to Elsa so that her right leg was just shy of the queen's private as she knelt above the water, her chest fully exposed. Elsa tried not to stare, but Gerda's breasts were attractive. They were rather tiny, but still had an impressive amount of natural shape to them. Elsa turned away nonetheless, knowing it wasn't her place to draw any form of interest from another girl's body. She was with Anna already in her mind.

'By your command.' Gerda whispered, and her soothing touch found Elsa's neck and collar, goosebumps instantly fuzzing all about the queen's body. The maid reached for the soap and lathered it into her hands, massaging the suds into Elsa's skin and using the available water to wash it off. Good. Cleansing Elsa was a wise way to approach this.

'Could you sit up a bit?'

Elsa held her breath and did as she was asked with only the desire to be competent for her sister spurring her onward. Soon, the cool air of the bathing area was brushing against Elsa's already hardened breasts, and she almost went to conceal them before Gerda was drawing circles about her pointed chest.

'Touch the centres gently at first, otherwise it will hurt.' Gerda hummed, doing as she suggested and forcing Elsa to shiver over and over, the sensations overwhelming. 'L-licking, sucking, and tiny nibbles are usually welcome, I think.'

Anna. If Anna were doing this…

'A-ah…!' Elsa twitched, Gerda's mouth over her right breast and enacting precisely what she recommended. She traced the area with her tongue, then clamped the hardened tip in her mouth, finally ending with the most controlled of biting, all while massaging Elsa's other side with her capable free hand.

'T-that's enough…' Elsa wheezed, gripping Gerda's wrists and forcing her away.

This isn't Anna. This isn't the girl I love. It feels nice, but…

'After the initial kissing, I-I would do something like this…' Gerda concluded. 'Now…try to do the same thing to me.'

'Pardon…?' Elsa glanced about questioningly.

'Don't you think you need to practice?'

Elsa swallowed hard, knowing what Gerda said was correct. If she herself didn't actually attempt anything, how would she be able to perform in reality? She didn't allow her mind to dwell on it further, and she didn't want to scare Anna by being too rough. The queen placed both hands upon the smaller girl's chest and lightly kneaded it, the firm and tiny mounds overly pleasing to the touch.

'Like…this?' Elsa floundered.

'O-oh…My queen…A little harder. It just tickles that way.'

Stop. I need to stop. This is wrong. This negates everything this day has brought me at last.

The slight groan in Gerda's voice made Elsa's temples throb, and she grew bolder as she stared at the other young woman's breasts while they changed shape within Elsa's manipulation.

'Y-yes…M-my queen…T-that's p-perfect…'

Elsa's hair was tangled in Gerda's hands, the maid's body swaying and her moans becoming more and more frequent. Elsa took her audible confirmations as she had been told, adjusting the way her fingers pinched at the maid's breasts. The idea of pushing someone else over the edge was appealing to Elsa, and the more she imagined doing this to Anna, the more her body ached in longing, stimulating her into a frenzy.

But this isn't Anna. This isn't Anna!

'I see…' Elsa retracted hastily, her head still pulsating.

'O-okay…that was good.' Gerda held Elsa's shoulders, pushing her away a little and panting desperately. Her eyes were lax, similarly to Anna's when she became aroused, and the look, Elsa discovered, was her weakness. She loved the idea of bringing the normally spastic and go-lucky Anna into a state of uncontrolled lust. Seeing Gerda in a similar mindset wasn't altogether terrible either. Domination? Elsa had such a notion within her?

'When the time is right, and you feel ready, then…then the most crucial step can be taken. D-do you want me to give you an example?'

No. Say "no". I can still run away from this.

Elsa nodded nervously. She was beginning to think she had some form of natural talent for lovemaking. She was very much in tune with how others were feeling during physical contact, and her imagination allowed her to practically map out very elaborate chain of events centred around hundreds of paths created through inserted variables. This was fun. It would be even more amazing with Anna…

And this isn't Anna!

'T-then excuse me.' And Gerda shuffled a bit in place, the water moving about her form as she crawled between Elsa's legs, touching around the queen's inner upper thighs within the tub, the combination of wetness from Elsa's own excitement and the bath making the queen twitch anxiously.

'T-this area is very temperamental, a-and I-I think what feels good and what doesn't is quite d-different for every girl.'

'I…I see…' Elsa turned away, not able to look at Gerda as her fingers traced around her body, focussing on the sensitive skin encircling her most private area. 'Mind your touch…Gerda.' The queen warned.

'Start as slow as possible here…e-especially for her first time. Make sure she's wet before doing anything other than light brushes.'

'She…u-um…will become wetter based on…er…stimulation?'

'Heheh! Y-yes.' Gerda must've found Elsa's ignorance ridiculous, but the queen had to be sure. 'S-so, if you're doing something right, you'll know it.'

Elsa blinked, and then lurched forward, a direct touch to her privates sending a shockwave through her entire body.

'H-hah…' She gasped, and Gerda moved in, kissing Elsa's neck provocatively. 'Gerda…I said not to…'

Wait.

'While you're getting ready to go inside, k-kiss her here and there. On her ears, her neck, h-her collar, her breasts…' Gerda did everything she said, and Elsa found her breathing growing more and more difficult. The heat from the bath was affecting her head, and her blood couldn't be flowing more rapidly.

'Gerda…wait…'

Wait. Wait. Wait, Wait!

What am I doing? What in Arendelle am I doing!?

I feel so weak, but that's no excuse…!

'This is the most delicate part of her body. H-hah…B-be careful when touching it at first…b-but if she's ready…' Gerda muttered, and just as her final word left her gasping mouth, a wave of pleasure electrocuted Elsa, and her nerves convulsed. Gerda had pinched her in just the right way on a part of Elsa she couldn't begin to understand.

'A-ahh…!' Elsa screeched, her pitch reaching a height she practically never hit. She held her breath and let it out slowly, grabbing hold of Gerda's wrist and staring at her mischievously dark eyes pleadingly.

No. No. No. No. No. No!

No more!

You. Are. Not. Anna.

'I…I need to see Anna…' And, as if awaking from a nightmare, Elsa released Gerda almost roughly, biting down on her lip harshly and feeling her eyes boiling with tears. She had almost lost herself. She had almost let it go too far. Even now, Elsa felt disgusting, and there was only one person she needed to see in order to clear her muddled and confused mind full of guilt and shame for letting weakness throttle her into dangerous temptation.