AN: Hey, everybody. Well… it's certainly taken a long time to update. Long enough that when March rolled around, I figured it would make stylistic sense to just go ahead and wait to post this chapter until the anniversary of the previous one. So I did. It is March 26, 2021, a year to the day after the previous chapter was posted. Apologies for the unexpected, and very extreme, delay.

Exactly a year ago was, of course, when the pandemic started hitting for real. I guess that'll be my excuse. The pandemic happened and, because so many people are so proud of being so flagrantly stupid, it's still happening. When lockdowns started happening a year ago, I thought, like many other creative types, that it would be a time to get way more creative stuff done. After all, I never really go anywhere and now no one expects me to! But somehow, it didn't work out that way. The entire planet suffered a depression and I think the negative energy got to even those of us whose lifestyle did not dramatically change.

I've been doing some rereading of this story in an attempt to get back into the Princess Party mindset. I'm so close to the end of Book Two… but no, I'm never going to get my momentum back, it is so mind-bendingly difficult to write these chapters, even though I've wished to do it for so long. But I'm trying to get a little bit done every day. Really hoping I can, in fact, get this chapter done by the anniversary. And from there… from there I'll try to write the rest of Book Two, there are six chapters remaining after this one… and I will start posting them when all six of them are done. And from there, we'll see what happens.

I have to admit, while rereading I regularly found myself disturbed and alarmed by all the unmasked social interaction going on! Been a rough year, hasn't it? It's definitely a different world than it was the last time I updated.

Day 42

It was Easter in Arendelle, but to the royal ladies of Arendelle and their two guests, this mostly meant another Sunday, another day to catch a matinee at the theatre.

As ever, their departure from the theatre had them reflecting back on the show they had just seen.

"So that was pretty good," Elsa mused. "Thinking it maybe worked better as a simple concept concert than a big play production…"

"Eh, I dunno about that," said Merida. "I can never follow a series of songs that tell a story, the staging helped me keep the story straight. Hey, Elsa, how about that girl playin' Mary Magdalene?"

"Oh, she was lovely," said Elsa, blushing slightly. "Gosh, I'm noticing women more and more as time goes on. There are quite a few actresses I'd like to see again… but not to take back to the boudoir or anything. Maybe if things had gone a bit differently… hmm, nah, that wouldn't fly, would it? Cavorting with a series of actresses wouldn't reflect well on me."

"Ah, you have your way with throwin' parties," said Merida, winking. "I'm sure you could get away with it."

"It was longer than I expected," Anna remarked. "I got a little squirmy and impatient, actually." She grasped Rapunzel's arm and rested her head on her shoulder. "I'm pretty eager to go back to the castle for some naked cuddle time with you."

Elsa and Merida slowly turned around to stare at them.

"Oh, boy, I said that right in front of you two," Anna said with a tight, tooth-clenched grin.

"Anna," Elsa said gently, "I hope you know I speak with the utmost sincerity when I say, what in the ever-loving hell did you just say?"

"It's not a euphemism!" Rapunzel burst out. "We just cuddle naked. That's it."

"…And that's better?"

"It's purely familial and platonic!" Rapunzel said frantically. "Like… you know… therapeutic. You two are free to join us at any time."

"Um… no!" Elsa exclaimed in disbelief.

"Now, hang on, I could go for that," said Merida. "I… I'm interested. Wouldn't mind seeing the assets you two lasses have, hehe."

"Come on now, Merida," Rapunzel grumbled. "There's no need to gay it up."

"Oh, it's pretty gay regardless, lass. I would know."

"You know what?" Rapunzel said viciously, extricating herself from Anna's embrace. "No naked cuddle time. I'm going for Easter brunch, by myself. It's a bit late for brunch, but… that'll happen when we always go to a Sunday matinee, even on Easter. I… we… still need this distance."

She leaned in, ostensibly to kiss Anna on the cheek, and whispered to her: "Did all I could to save our asses there, cousin. Whatever becomes of our reputations after this is on you."

Anna winced as Rapunzel strode off, unerringly toward a local pancake house.

"O… kay," Elsa said uneasily. "Well… how about you, Anna? Join me and Merida for brunch, just the three of us?"

"No…" Anna mumbled. "No… no food, no family, I know it's not very Christlike but I am so turned on right now."

"Ain't you always?" Merida said wryly.

Anna shook her head. "I'm always in the mood. This is a little different. I don't want it, I need it. Really jonesing for something right now, maybe for an hour. Yeah, I have been… by this show… officially turned on."

"By a rock opera about the life of Jesus Christ?"

"Rock music is sexy, Elsa," said Anna, briefly sticking her tongue out. "That guy playing Caiaphas in particular was like, wow. Never thought I'd see that guy that way. Nice bass voice."

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As the sun set, Kristoff snuffed his lantern and reentered the castle. Shaking the hay out of his hair, he headed the stairs, almost reaching the hall to Anna's bedroom when Anna herself snuck up behind him and leapt upon his back.

"Hey, darling," she sang. "So—I was just wandering the hallways, seems we do that a lot, and it's all wide and well-decorated and hallway-ish, and… I just wanted to put the moves on you. Shall we?"

Kristoff winced. "All right, listen—can we try something?"

"I love trying things."

"How about some verbal communication?" said Kristoff. "You keep tracking me down and starting to flirt with me, but you never actually say what you want, and we always just end up going down on each other, and… I'm just wondering if maybe I'm misreading what you actually want from those encounters?"

"I want us to go down on each other," Anna said simply.

"I mean… every time?"

"Well, what I want is, you know, regular sex, but that's only for like the first couple of days in each month when you likely won't get me pregnant out of wedlock, sooooo, since I'm a very responsible person, what I ask for is… tongue stuff. And, because I was raised right, I like to reciprocate. Now then… my bedroom's right around the corner, why don't we get comfy in there before I go crazy and start sucking you off right here in the middle of the hallway?"

"Anna, this is the third time today," Kristoff said weakly.

"Not enough," Anna said with a tiny pout. "But I'm patient enough to work our way up. This sort of thing is an exercise, you know? I think we can get your stamina up to five times every day…"

"You think you can really do that?"

Anna hesitated, guiltily biting her lip with painful force before admitting, "I think if we don't, I'll die."

Kristoff stared at her.

"Metaphorically speaking," Anna said sheepishly. "Not die. But I need it like I need to breathe, and baby, I need more."

"Do you not have vaginal cramps from all the climaxing?"

"Can't say that I do. Should I? Why, are you chafing? Surely not? Surely not from my soft, gentle lips and tongue?" She licked her lips enticingly.

He ignored that. "Chafing is fine, I'm just exhausted."

"Not me," Anna said wistfully. "This, all this, you and me, and you doing me, and me getting done, I mean… I have so many anxieties and triggers, you know? Socially? And fears about what's going to happen moving forward. But when we're in the heat of passion, you and me, it just clears my limbic system of all that."

He looked down at her pityingly. She looked smaller than she usually did. "Eases your trauma, huh?"

"Like you wouldn't believe."

"…And you need one every couple of hours," he said, trying to piece it together. "And you're shooting for five a day."

"That might finally make me okay," said Anna, pointing to her brain. "Up in here."

Kristoff sighed and ran his hand gently down one of her braids. "I'd love to give you what you're after, but we've been doing this so often and so hard, my tongue has these awful, painful cramps…"

"Tongue cramps?" Anna said in alarm. "That's not a thing."

"Isn't it?" Kristoff said desperately. "The tongue has muscles."

Anna stared off into space, contemplating that hard. "Can I… can I take a look? Inspect that?"

"Go for it."

Anna kissed him, slipping her tongue into his mouth and gently feeling around.

After a moment, she pulled away. "Wow. No response, you can't even lift it. Maybe I do need to give you a break."

"Could you, babe?" he said, with a comical pout mirroring hers.

She nodded, and embraced him, gently resting her head again his chest. "Huh. Well, that clears my schedule a bit. Gosh, I was really fired up. Wanted to spend another few hours with you." She pulled away, ran her fingers once through his hair, and took a step back. "I guess I can fly solo."

She turned on her heel and strode away down the hall.

"Now… hang on…" he said suddenly. "My tongue is out of commission, but I can still touch you."

Anna hesitated. Around the corner, she saw the door to her bedroom, where Rapunzel was returning, wearing a dappled green nightdress and cradling a large heavy book. As Rapunzel made her way into the room, she sensed Anna's eyes on her and turned to her inquiringly.

Anna considered carefully, looking at Rapunzel with interest and thinking hard. Slowly, she turned around to face Kristoff.

"Yeah. That works. You touch me. But… let's make it your room."

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AN: Aaaaand done. It took me 363 days to write this chapter. Oy vey!

Well, as I said, I won't update again until I've finished writing Book 2, then you'll get a bunch of chapters at once. I'm thinking maybe that won't take a year, but, no promises. Lots of other stuff going on in this supa supa bad truly mad life. Holding it all together and trying my very best, that's all I can do.