Chapter 1

The stink of the battlefield filled her nostrils, the stench of blood, iron, and burning wood.

A smirk pulled at her lips, her bloodstained cheeks rose to a smile.

"Victory." Elsa murmured to herself, as she stepped around the hundreds of dead bodies surrounding her. It has been a good long while since she'd has such a fair battle. Her own men lay amongst the dead, though her own men's death toll dwarfed in comparison to those they had slain.

"Fear not brothers, sisters…" the blonde mumbled under her breath, to the dead surrounding her. "…you will not have died in vain.

"Elsa!" She heard a voice call out, from the burning village ahead of her. She looked up, to see her second in command, a hulking, tall viking, named Oaken-Shield, calling out to her.

She walked towards him, every step she avoided the slain soldiers, her axes weighing heavy on her back.

"My queen…" Oaken smiled, as the platinum haired woman stepped closer. Behind Oaken, a huge pile of treasure. Gold, silver, jewels, and trade goods.

"Your spoils." He smirked, while Elsa looked upon the pile of treasures, glinting and glimmering from the light of the flames of the burning village behind.

"Gather the dead…" She commanded, bringing her eyes up from the pile. Spoils of war are good, but honoring the dead is most important.

"…let us guild them into the all-father's hall." Elsa's voice was stern, the tall blonde nodded at the commands of his queen.

As the tall blonde viking walked away, Queen Elsa walked past the pile of gold and silver, and towards a crowd of her me. All were stained in blood, both that of their enemies and their own. They all stood around a burning pire, drinking mead and celebrating their victory.

"For Arendelle!" She shouted, as she approached her soldiers. Men and women all turned round, and raised their mugs in celebration.

"FOR ARENDELLE!" They all shouted, bashing their mugs of stolen mead together, shouting and drinking down the sweet victorious fire-water.

"My jomsvikings…" Elsa shouted to her troops. "…the victory today was hard won. We lost many a good man and women on the battlefield."

As she spoke, the crowd's cheers began to die down, a more somber mood began to flood over them.

"But let us not mourn the dead, but celebrate!" She shouted. "For they not drink and fight in Valhalla!"

She raised her axe, shouting out a battlecry towards the sky. Her men, once again rejuvenated by their victory, cried out the same, raising their glasses and calling out in celebration.

"Now…" she shouted, grabbing the vikings attention once again. "…we have a long journey back to Arendelle." She pointed to half of the crowd, "…Help Oaken-Shield gather our fallen, so we can give them a proper ride to Valhalla. And for you all…" she pointed to the other half of the crowd, "…gather the spoils of our battle, load them onto the longships."

The vikings, men and women alike, all cheered, chugging down the last of their mead, before heading out towards the battlefield, gathering their fallen viking brothers and sisters.

Just as Elsa was about to turn around, and head towards the shoreline to her longship (the largest of the 3), she heard a voice, calling out from the burning village.

"My Queen!"

Queen Elsa turned around, to see the blonde, bearded viking, walk out from between the burning buildings. He had gone into the village, searching for any of their own vikings, who may have been injured in the battle. He had his hand grasped onto the arm of a figure, though with the burning buildings surrounding the two, Elsa couldn't tell who it was.

As he approached closer, she got her answer.

"My queen…" Kristoff said, his face and clothing stained black, reeking of smoke, covered in soot. "…those who did not fight, fled."

"So…" Elsa pointed to the women, who's head hung low, her eyes gazing upon the ground. Her red hair was frayed and frazzled, her clothing was ashy and stained, as if she had walked trough the fires surrounding them.

"…who is this then?"

"A prisoner." He chuckled, shoving to woman forward, allowing the queen a closer look. Elsa then noticed that the woman's hands were in a stockade, her clothing not only charred, but in tatters. Elsa laughed, and reached out to grasp the woman's chin.

"So, we captured this one did we?" Elsa smiled, pulling the woman's face up from the ground, so she could look upon the woman's face.

Her face was smeared with black streaks of char, though underneath, Elsa could see that her skin was covered in freckles. Her eyes, a bright emerald green, were glistening with tears. The woman's lips quivered at the sight of queen Elsa, who towered over a foot taller than her. The woman's eyes darted up and down he platinum-blonde's body. Elsas arms were muscular, scared, and even covered in armor, the queen looked fit, strong, muscular.

"She was their prisoner…" Kristoff said, while Elsa looked up from the woman, her hand dropping away from the redhead's chin.

"She was tied up in their longhouse, in the room of their jarl." Kristoff said, causing the queen to chuckle.

"What should I do with her" Kristoff asked, a smirk on his lips. "Kill her?"

The redhead whimpered, tears rolling down her cheeks. Her body stiffened, as she cowered in fear.

"Kristoff…" Elsa laughed, "…if she was their prisoner, and they didn't kill her, she must have some use."

The redhead slowly looked up, and looked the queen in her eyes. Her emerald eyes were red, wet with tears.

"Put her up in my cabin." Elsa smiled, and looked down to the cowering women in front of her. "I'm sure I can find a use for her."

Just as Kristoff Began to walk away with their new prisoner, the redhead looked up to the queen. Still shivering in fear, elsa could hardly tell what the redhead had said. But as she was dragged away, the queen could almost make out that the prisoner had mouthed two words to her.

"Thank…you…" the redhead silently mouthed, before being dragged towards the longships at the shore.

Puzzled, Elsa turned around, and from far behind, followed them towards her ship, beached up on the sandy shore.

'Now why would a prisoner…' she thought to herself, as she walked towards the shoreline, '…be thankful.'

'What had these men done to her?'

...

"Unfurl the sails!" Elsa called out, as the vikings pulled in their oars. Men and women pulled on the ropes, raising up the deep blue sails, and the longship surged forward, the wind instantly catching in the sail. With Oaken at the helm, the ship facing north, it was a 2 week sail back to Arendelle. The men all stowed their oars, and settled in. Some pulled out flasks of mead, others took themselves below to their quarters. After a long day of battle, the last of weeks of raiding, all the viking were eager to be back in their homes.

"Oaken…" Elsa called out, turning around to her jomsviking at the helm. "…I will be in my quarters. Sound your horn if anything arises."

The tall burly man gave a nod, before Queen Elsa turned around, and headed below into the ship.

Down the ladder, she walked past the hammocks of her vikings, some who had already fallen asleep, dreaming of Asgard. After walking through the the skin off the ship, she arrived at the only (actual) room on the ship; hers.

She pulled open the door, and stepped inside. While the rest of her crew had hammocks, or animal hides on the decks, she had a mattress, made of animal furs and cotton. She closed the door behind her, and began to undo the straps of her armor.

Then, she heard a small whimper come from the corner of the room. She walked over, and cowering in the corner, was the small red haired women.

Elsa chuckled, and slowly walked over to the woman, who didn't even look up.

"Hey…" Elsa said, gently nudging the woman with her boot. "…when your queen addresses you, you WILL look upon her."

The small redhead slowly raised her gaze up from the floor, and looked up the blonde woman, until their eyes met. Her green eyes were still wet with tears, which had now rinsed the soot from her face. Her cheeks were rosy pink, covered in freckled. Her face was slim, her chin came to a gentle point.

She was, as far as a Saxon goes, quite beautiful, despite her disheveled appearance.

"Now, stand." Elsa said, gentle, yet commanding. The redhead gave a small nod, and slowly stood up from the wooden deck on the queen's quarters. Her feet were bare, black and dirty. Her dress was made of rags, torn and dirty. She was quite obviously a slave, a prisoner of the enemies battle.

"Now, remove my armor…" Elsa commanded, smiling. "…I am weary from the long day."

The woman then, for the first time, spoke.

"Yes..my queen…" she whispered, hardly even audible.

"Speak up." Elsa said, gentle yet stern.

"Yes, my queen." The redhead whimpered.

Elsa turned around, and lifted her arm. The women slowly reached towards Elsa's side, to the leather straps of her chesplate.

"If you try anything…" Elsa spoke sternly, truth rang in her voice, "…I will send you to Hel faster than you can shut your emerald eyes."

"I…will not…my queen." The redhead whispered, as she slowly grasped the leather straps of Elsa's chestplate.

The redhead slowly undid the leather straps, until the queen's chestpiece came loose. Elsa raised her arms, and commanded, "Remove it."

The slender woman nodded, and slowly lifted the metal plate from the queen. Underneath her armor, Elsa wore a leather bra, necessary to contain her large breasts from rubbing uncomfortably on her armor. The redhead slowly took the armor, and set it down next to Elsa's bed.

"Now, the skirt." Elsa commanded. It would've been easy to untie the garments herself. But with her new slave, why not take advantage. Elsa had never taken a prisoner before, every village she had raided, every citizen fought and died, or managed to escape and survive.

While the redhead untied the knots of Elsa's skirt, elsa thought to ask, something she hadn't thought to even ask before.

"Girl…" she said, the redhead quietly whimpered, and slowly met the gaze of her queen.

"What is your name?"

The redhead paused, and slowly started again to untie the knots of the queen's skirt.

"M-m-my name…is Anna…" the redhead whimpered quietly.

"Anna…" Elsa repeated, then gave a smile.

"Anna…I do not care what your previous captors had demanded to you." Elsa spoke, while the redhead continued to untie the multiple knots holding up her leather skirt.

"But there are a few things I do expect of you."

"Y-y-yes, my queen…" Anna whimpered, untying the last of the skirt's knots.

"When I speak to you, you WILL listen." Elsa spoke sternly. "If I give you a command, you will follow it."

"Y-yes, my queen…" Anna said, as she untied the last knot.

"You will ensure my quarters are clean, my armor is shined, and my axes are sharp. If you do not know how, you will learn."

"Yes, my queen." Anna spoke quietly. As she heard the last command, the final knot of Elsa's skirt became undone, and fell to the floor. While Anna picked up the skirt, and placed it atop the metal chesplate next to the bed, Elsa kicked her boots off. Now, the queen was left wearing nothing but her leather bra, and her underwear, made of a softer, lighter colored leather.

"Now, one final thing." Elsa said, a smile pulling tightly at her cheeks. The redhead looked up at the queen, who was pulling the leather bra off of her chest, and over her head. Her underwear was damp, the sweat from the battle had not yet dried. Elsa now stood, with exposed breasts, in front of the redhead slave.

"Winters in Arendelle are cold." Elsa smiled, while the redhead's green eyes grew wide, as she stared upon her now naked queen. "And it is your responsibility to keep me warm during the frozen nights."

"…y-yes…my queen…" Anna whimpered, she couldn't take her eyes off of her naked master.

"Now…" said the queen, "…you need to undress as well. Your clothing is filthy."

Elsa smiled, watching as her slave did as she had commanded. Anna slowly, reluctantly began to pull the filthy rags up from her body. The pulled the dirty dress above her head, and off her body, tossing it onto the floor. Underneath the dress made of rags, Anna had no clothing on. Her captors had given her no clothing , other than the rags she had been wearing.

The redhead had a very slender body, obviously she had never seen the heat of battle. Her waist was small, her stomach was flat, and her chest was nearly as flat. She couldn't have been more than 20 winters old.

"I see they didn't provide you with clothing." Elsa said, as she looked upon the freckle-covered redhead.

"…no, my queen…" Anna said, bringing her arm up to cover her chest, her other hand reached down to cover her exposed crotch.

"Well…" Elsa smiled, raising her arm up, gesturing the redhead to walk towards her. As Anna walked towards her, "…if you are going to be naked…"

"…remove my underwear as well."

"My…my queen?" Anna whimpered.

"You are naked as the day you were born. So shall I be." Elsa said. "It will help me stay warm during the cold trip ahead, to have our skins touching."

"My underwear is soiled from the sweat of battle. Remove them."

After quite a pause, Anna spoke quietly.

"…yes my queen…"

The redhead knealed down, and gently put fingertips into the waistline of the queen's undergarment. The redhead slowly pulled down Elsa's underwear, until they were both stark, devoid of clothing.

"You can begin washing my clothing tomorrow." Elsa said, as the redhead slowly stood up, facing the queen. "For tonight, we rest."

Elsa grasped the redhead's hand, and walked her over to the animal-fur covered bed.

"Now, lay down, get the furs warm for me."

The redhead did as she was asked, and slowly laid down underneath the animal skins. Elsa smiled, as she slid underneath the covers, already feeling her own body heat radiating back onto herself, as well as the heat of the redhead next to her. Elsa lifted her arm, and lay it on the pillow made of hides.

"Now, lay yourself next to me, give me some of your warmth."

"Yes my queen." Anna said softly. The redhead slid her body closer to her queen's, Elsa felt the redheads body heat radiating onto her, warming her skin.

"Closer…" Elsa said quietly, as she felt herself already falling into sleep. "…cradle your body onto mine."

Almost without hesitation, Anna obeyed her orders, and got as close to the queen as she could. Anna lay her leg over Elsa's, her crotch lay against the blonde's leg, her chest pressed against Elsa's side. With sleep taking her over, the queen didn't notice how hard her slave's chest had become. Two small bumps pressed against Elsa's side, unnoticed.

Elsa was closer to sleep, as she felt the redhead nestling in next to her, laying her hand over Elsa's chest, holding her queen for warmth.

"You…better not…try to…escape…" Elsa yawned, as her eyes began to drift shut.

"I will not, my queen…" Anna whispered, as she felt herself beginning to fall asleep.

As they both drifted off into sleep, Elsa hardly felt her body, sticky from the sweat of battle, drying from the heat of the two bodies under the covers.

She didn't notice the sticky spot on her leg, that didn't seem to dry.

Right where her new prisoner's crotch had rested against her skin.