When I woke up, I wasn't in my bedroom in the middle of the suburbs. I was… somewhere else. The massive four poster bed was much bigger than my bed at home, with huge billowing sheets and thin curtains around its perimeter. My room was huge and there was a large dresser in the corner as well as a screen to change behind. The tv was gone and when I turned onto my side, my phone wasn't charging on the bedside table.
I sat up in bed to brush the hair out of my face only to find that it was fixed atop my head loosely in curlers. I never wore curlers. I never wore nightgowns either, and yet the sleeves of this one came up to my wrists. My regular oversized shirt and shorts were nowhere to be found. I couldn't even spot my robe. This must have been Arendelle. Either that or I'd been kidnapped and my kidnapper was lavishly pampering me to try and lure me into a false sense of security.
As I tried to gather my bearings, there was a light knock on my door. "Your Majesty? Are you awake?" The voice was female. I was definitely in my dream world if I was being referred to like that.
"Y-yes?" I stammered, still not totally believing that it was me being addressed.
"May I come in?"
I was so not used to people needing permission to come into my room. "Come in."
The woman who entered my room was probably older than me, hair greying to the point where it was more grey-white than brown. She had a kind smile and a calm yet firm demeanor, strolling in with confidence and holding a small basin and washcloth. "Good morning, Your Majesty."
"Good morning Gerda," I replied, my mind making a connection between the name and the face. She was definitely within my peripherals at work in real life. I guess in my dream, she just played a more prominent role. She passed me the basin and I used the warm water to wash my face, the closest thing I could get to a sink.
"There will be breakfast on the lawn today as per the princesses' request. They should be down there already. I saw them going out for a stroll earlier this morning."
"That sounds lovely."
"Afterwards, your day is relatively free. Your meeting with the kingdom's ministers has been postponed until next week, but you do have a meeting with the city council." I dried my face to see Gerda was laying out a dress for me, hanging it by the changing screen. Like my first time in Arendelle, it was similarly intricate, mind blowing patterns painstakingly embroidered into the soft material. Before I could step behind the screen, Gerda looked at me strangely, holding up another piece of clothing.
"What is it?" I asked.
"Your corset, Your Majesty?"
I inwardly groaned. It looked nothing like the one I had bought for Anna's birthday. This one was hard and rigid, like a traditional uncomfortable corset. "Actually… I think I'm going to go without it," I said, twiddling my thumbs. Gerda looked shocked, as if I just proposed a coup. "I mean, don't you find them dreadfully uncomfortable, Gerda?" I asked, hoping she'd recognise my perspective.
"I… I suppose so."
"Women won't be stuck wearing corsets forever, you know?" I continued, stepping behind the screen and slipping out of my nightgown, draping it over one of the screens and taking my dress in my hands. "I just don't see the point of them really. Why put our bodies in so much discomfort just for the novelty of having a tinier waist?"
"But it's tradition, Your Majesty. For modesty's sake."
"Well I can tell you with confidence that I feel just as modest not wearing a corset as I do wearing one, if not more so," I said, emerging fully clothed and sitting in front of my vanity. Gerda stood behind me, releasing my hair from its curlers so it fell in loose waves down my shoulders. It felt odd letting someone else get me ready in the morning, as if I was a little girl again, but it was probably the norm for Kings and Queens. Plus, I had no idea how I would weave a crown into my hair.
It sat on a mannequin head on my dresser and I stared at it while Gerda brushed out my hair, braiding some of it and tucking some behind my ear. It was like it was made of sapphires, a brilliant blue that sparkled in the morning light. The pattern looked like upside down leaves with snowflakes in the centre and I wondered what it symbolised. It was like nothing I'd ever seen in any royal monarchy.
"Your Majesty?" It was then that I realised I'd been completely zoning out.
"Yes? Sorry, I was lost in my thoughts."
"I asked whether you wanted a more casual style today since you have no official business matters to attend to?"
"Oh. Yes please."
A braid was formed effortlessly that weaved its way across my head, the crown taken off its perch and incorporated into the style. I watched the hairdo take shape in the mirror, again wondering how my mind could come up with a world like that.
"Please don't get your hair too messy today," she said jokingly, stepping back to admire her handiwork.
"I'll try," I assured her, standing up to admire myself in the full length mirror. I stepped into a pair of shoes with tiny heels, giving me an extra inch or two of height. The hem of my dress hovered just above the ground, flowing gracefully with every step. "Thank you Gerda." I said, stepping out into the hall. I saw her give me a light curtsey as I left, moving to my bed to make it again after a night of sleep.
The windows alongside every corridor were open, letting light pour in. I guessed this was sometime in the 1800s judging from how ancient everything seemed. Old oil paintings portrayed different faces, some I recognised and some I didn't, all in carved wooden frames. There were empty suits of armour standing guard on every corner. The space eventually gave way to what I assumed was the castle's Great Hall and I audibly gasped.
Four thrones sat atop a set of stairs, two larger ones and two smaller ones. One of the larger thrones had a black cloth over it. The walls were made of stone and the floor had a long thick carpet leading to the thrones. Above them, there were three portraits. On the right was one of me at what I assumed was my coronation, the same crown I was wearing now being put atop my head for the first time. The one in the centre was a portrait of all of us when the girls were younger, probably eight and five. Agnarr was looking stoically ahead, his eyes fixed and focused. Elsa and I bore similarly kind smiles, looking calmly at the painter with our hands folded neatly in front of us. Anna was the only one not looking ahead, her gaze fixed upon the rest of us. It wasn't clear who exactly she was looking at, but I assumed she was probably looking in awe at her older sister. The portrait on the left was shrouded in a thin black veil, the morning light shining through it to just barely reveal the image of Agnarr holding an orb and a scepter at what I assumed was his coronation.
So he really has died.
As I walked through the hall, guards on either side saluted me. Swords rested at their sides, sharp enough to kill with a single swoop. I sheepishly nodded to each one as I passed, feeling more out of place than ever. The palace was so large and expansive, so much more than having my girls sleeping right next door, or even in the same bed as me. The palace doors were open and I stepped out into the morning light, the heat gently warming my skin. Carriages were bustling around, with different palace staff receiving an array of morning deliveries. I was bombarded with several dozen 'good morning Your Majesty's, all of which I hoped I had responded with some semblance of grace and poise.
Despite being fairly clueless, my feet seemed to know where to take me. They led me around the side of the palace which must have been near the kitchens. I could smell freshly baked bread, the scent wafting through the open windows and out into the open air. When I rounded the corner, I got to what I assumed was the lawn, where Elsa and Anna were sitting under a shady tree. The older girl caught sight of me and immediately waved me over, getting up eagerly to wrap me in a tight hug before stiffening as soon as her arms wrapped around me. "Are you not wearing a corset?" she pulled back to ask.
"Why is everybody so hung up on that?"
"Because maybe they think the Queen of Arendelle would retain some modesty?" Anna said, joining the embrace.
"I'd rather have my ribs intact, thank you very much. Wouldn't be much of a Queen if I faint every time I had to get dressed."
When we sat down, I admired the spread before us. It was truly breakfast fit for a queen and her princesses. Scones studded with raisins were clearly freshly baked, ready to be split open and slathered with clotted cream and jam. Savoury sandwiches with smoked salmon and capers and cream cheese were just asking to be eaten. And all of this was served with freshly brewed coffee the rich colour of the earth.
"Well I'm just saying," I began as I helped myself to the food. "There are more comfortable materials that corsets can be made of. One that won't suffocate us."
"Such as?" Elsa asked skeptically.
"Definitely not the buckram we've been putting up with. Satin could be an option, enough to ensure stability but without the pain. In fact, I think I might make that the next law."
"Law?" Anna cocked her head to the side.
"In Arendelle, corsets are optional and those who choose to wear them will be encouraged to wear one made of satin or silk. It's better for our bodies this way."
"Well you'd need to talk to General Mattias then if you're planning on making an official legislative change, but I like that Idea Mom. I'm backing you all the way." Anna took a sip of her coffee before quickly pulling back. "Ow, that's too hot. Elsa, do you mind?" She held her coffee cup out to her sister and I watched as with the flick of a wrist, Elsa conjured up three ice cubes to bob up and down in the brown liquid.
Did I just see what I think I saw?
I stopped mid-bite, staring at them while they continued with their meal as if this was a normal occurrence. Elsa made… ice. Out of nothing. If I thought the fire lizard or sentient wind or giant walking rocks were weird, this was on another level.
"Mom!" Elsa's voice jolted me out of my thoughts. "What's wrong?"
I was too stunned to reply so I just had to bear with them staring at me like I was the crazy one and ice magic was totally normal.
"Elsa! Anna! Have you seen my little brothers?" There was a male voice but I couldn't place a face to it.
"Olaf, I told you they're probably with Marshmallow up in the North Mountain," Elsa said, not bothering to look up from her meal.
"But can I have more? More friends is always a good thing!"
When I looked around to place the origins of the voice, I actually choked on my breakfast. There before us was a snowman. A living, talking snowman who apparently went by the name of Olaf, with a small cloud levitating above his head raining snow down on him constantly so he wouldn't melt. He was barely the height of the table, walking around with such comfort and ease which made me think he must have been some part of our royal family. There would be no other explanation as to how he would be so relaxed around royalty.
Anna noticed me choke and gave me a firm pat on the back until I stopped coughing. "What is with you today, Mom? Are you okay?"
"I'm… fine…" I gasped, watching in wonder as Olaf walked around on his snow stump feet to pluck a large flower from a nearby bush.
"Olaf, no-" Elsa began before the sentient snowman practically shoved the flower up her nose. Her pollen allergy took over her senses and as much as she tried to stop it, it was no use. She breathed in dramatically, bracing herself to sneeze before she very loudly let herself go. "Ah… ah… ah-choo!"
To my shock and surprise, her sneeze brought along three other sentient snow people, these ones far smaller than Olaf, consisting of only a snow head, snow body and two small snow feet. They came in threes and Elsa sneezed twice, so by the time she was done, there were half a dozen of those little creatures swarming us.
"Little brothers!" Olaf yelled excitedly, gathering them in his arms.
"Olaf, when is the one time you are allowed to use Elsa's powers like that?" Anna questioned like a scolding parent.
"When we're in dire need of a snowman army, I know, I know," the snowman said sadly, throwing the princess a pout. "But I just love them so much and I have so much love to give, I just needed more!"
"Okay, but please." Elsa paused to sniffle, blowing her nose on a handkerchief. "Warn me next time."
My mind whirred as I tried to process this information, coming to grips with the powers that Elsa possessed. It didn't seem like Anna had any special abilities unless she'd just kept them to herself, but goodness, Elsa had the powers of an entire element. It was incredible.
"Mom." Elsa's voice, now slightly more nasally, drew me from my thoughts. "Since Gerda said your day is relatively free, we'll let you choose."
"Ch-choose?"
"Where you want to spend the day," she said casually, taking a sip of what was now iced coffee.
"What are the options?" I asked cautiously.
"We could just spend another day in the bedrooms…" she began.
"Or we could go somewhere more exciting!" Anna finished. "Like the North Mountain. Elsa said she worked on palace furnishings. Or we could visit Northuldra again, but that would of course much depend if Nokk is free and whether Yelana would be there to keep us from having our fun. Or we could sneak into the dungeons."
"Why would we want to sneak into the dungeons?"
They looked at me like I was daft. "You know… dungeon stuff..." Anna said with a grin, a delightful sparkle in her eyes.
I shuddered, my mind racing with all the things that they could do with me in that setting. It would definitely fall under the category of kinkier stuff Elsa had tucked away.
"Dungeon stuff sounds… good," I said finally, my brain still feeling numb from the shock of everything. Once I made my decision, the two of them wore excited grins, like I'd somehow made them the happiest girls in the world by a simple 'yes'.
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They told me to meet them down there in the evening, insisting I could come as I was but they needed some time to prepare. I could only imagine the things they would need to prepare for. I still had a bit of time before I needed to be at the city council meeting, so I busied myself by taking the long route to the meeting room and exploring the castle grounds. The trees and bushes in the courtyard were neat and properly pruned, not a single leaf out of place. Whoever the groundskeeper was, they certainly kept the place tidy. I suspected that it was probably Kai who was a complete neat freak, but didn't want to get ahead of myself until I got to explore that new world in its entirety.
Every door leading into the castle that I passed was wide open. I could see that as probably being a security risk but it was probably the norm. The kingdom must have been safe if we were comfortable with that. Somewhere beyond the courtyard, I noticed people herding horses by the stables, but did a double take when I saw something more. Those weren't just horses. They were reindeer. I could make out their antlers even from a distance. I wondered if we ever rode them, and whether the antlers were ever a problem if we did.
Back inside the castle, there were plenty of staff bustling around who all greeted me with respect and admiration. I wondered if dreaming of myself as Queen of a kingdom was narcissistic of me, but I figured at least I was a Queen and not a dictator.
My mind seemed to subconsciously know the place. I knew I passed the girls' bedroom which they shared. I passed what used to be Anna's old room which she never really used because she wanted to be with her sister. How I knew these stories, I had no idea. I guess they were fabricated in my own mind, but they seemed completely detached from the world I considered mine. In reality, Elsa and Anna never had separate rooms. Yet in this dream world, we encouraged Anna to sleep separately from her sister. She just could never stay away.
Upon realising I was slowly running out of time before my next appointment, I brought myself to the main meeting room where about a dozen city council members were waiting for me. They all rose to greet me, bowing and curtseying respectively before I took my seat at the head of the table. "Good morning everyone," I said, shooting my best queenly smile. "Shall we get started?"
My dream then proceeded to do a sort of time skip. I was aware of some things brought up at the meeting, like greater reindeer conservation and the construction of a new dam at the end of the fjord, but it was like it ended right as it started and I was suddenly alone again.
I continued my exploration of the grounds, the sun now lower in the sky, indicating it was somewhere between late afternoon and early evening. A sturdy oak door at the end of one of the endless halls led to my own personal study, and I was greeted by the comforting smell of parchment when I entered. I'd always loved the smell of books, and judging from the mini library that was in my study, it seemed that I wanted to create an environment where I could immerse myself in them. The high-backed leather chair was worn and used, indicating I often frequented that room. My fingertips traced the spines of the books, most of them scientific or political with a bit of fiction sprinkled in here and there. The dates engraved on them told me I was indeed living in the 1800s, with nothing past 1843. The map pinned up on the wall made me believe that Arendelle was somewhere in Norway. Or that Arendelle was Norway. I was somehow dreaming that I was the Queen of Norway. Talk about weird.
On my desk sat an array of papers but what stood out to me was what looked like an old leather bound notebook. Well, technically everything looked old, but that notebook looked very old and very well used. It was a plain navy blue, the cover completely blank against the sea of official looking documents I had strewn everywhere. I opened it to the first page and immediately recognised my handwriting.
21st December 1820
Today is a momentous occasion. Princess Elsa of Arendelle was born in perfect health, aside from not looking like the average princess. There is one outstanding detail about her though. When she sneezed, a puff of snow rained down upon me. I'm familiar with the Spirits. I suspected she would be the fifth. I just didn't expect it to happen so soon. This journal will act as a record to keep her safe, and to keep the kingdom safe. She will learn to control her gift and live with it, as I learned to live with the Spirits in harmony all those years ago.
So I was right with the dates. I skipped a few entries.
13th November 1821
Now that Elsa's started walking, she'll often be found wandering the castle unaccompanied. When the gates are closed, it's safe, but sometimes she gets nervous when separated from Agnarr and me. The second her emotions shift, her powers go off which makes it easy to find her. It's good to keep track of her, but needs to be controlled. I fear for when she gets older. If her moods continue to cause her powers to react in this way, it could lead to devastating consequences.
Dream me was scarily ominous.
21st June 1823
Princess Anna of Arendelle was welcomed into the world today. There is no sixth spirit. She'll grow up without Elsa's gifts, but quite possibly grow immersed in them. Elsa has not tried to hide her powers, and Anna is already taking a liking to the snow. The two sisters will grow up together, powers or no powers. They will live with each other and love each other just as I love them.
Beyond that, the logs become fairly repetitive. Mainly, the development of Elsa's powers seem to be all trial and error. From what I was reading, they seemed to be heavily intertwined with her emotional state of mind. The training seemed to be about making sure she could control her powers rather than have them control her. Then, one shorter entry caught my attention, scrawled haphazardly across the page.
27th April 1828
There's been an accident. We need to take Anna to the trolls right away.
This immediately piqued my interest. What kind of accident could there have been? And how could trolls help? From what I knew, trolls were dirty things that lived under bridges. Unless this world was very different, I didn't see how they could help with any accident. Then again, I suppose this world was very different. Just as I went to read on, I was suddenly blasted by a cold shock.
Looking up from the journal, I realised what had hit me. It was a small snow flurry. Like a miniature, self-contained blizzard. "Elsa?" I asked hesitantly, to which there was no response. The snow flurry just hovered in front of me. Shrugging, I looked down at the pages, only to be struck again.
"Hey!"
The snow flurry moved on its own accord towards the open study door, as if beckoning me to follow.
"Does this mean they're ready for dungeon stuff?" I questioned, not sure whether the snow flurry could talk like Olaf the talking snowman, or whether it was just sentient but mute like Olaf's little brothers. Apparently it was the latter option as it didn't make a sound, instead striking me again so I would follow. Reluctantly, I shut the journal and put it back down, making a mental note to come back and read more about the accident if the dream lasted long enough to allow it.
I followed the snow flurry through the castle, out away from the central area which was bustling with activity towards one of the eastern wings. I immediately thought something was wrong. Guards were scattered all across the palace compound, but here they were sparse. Wouldn't it make sense for them to be heavily concentrated around the dungeon areas? And something told me the dungeons weren't even there. They were in the west wing. How I knew that, I had no idea. Dream instinct maybe.
"We're going the wrong way," I tried to argue, but of course, I was met with silence. The snow flurry turned a corner and gestured to a shut wooden door. Noticing my confused look, it collided with the surface a few times and I suddenly got it. It wanted me to open it.
It felt like a new addition to the palace. I don't know how. Maybe because it swung open with no resistance as opposed to some of the other doors which stuck with a combination of age and rust. Or maybe because the wood was clearly fresh, showing no discolouration whatsoever. Nonetheless, when I opened it, I was met with a stone staircase which descended into the darkness, with only a few torches placed at equal intervals along the way to light the path. "We go down here?"
The snow flurry made a gesture akin to nodding by bouncing up and down in the air before descending down the staircase. After shutting the door behind me, I followed. This whole area must have been a new addition to the castle. Like the door, the stones of the stairs looked newer, as if freshly carved from the earth. My steps echoed as I descended, the flames of the torches casting shadows which danced across the walls.
"Elsa? Anna?" I called, finally reaching the bottom to find myself in a large chamber held up by imposing stone pillars, housing a bed and a variety of strange contraptions. Elsa and Anna were waiting for me, and they'd clearly been waiting for a while.
"Took you long enough," Elsa jibed, dissipating the snow flurry with a snap.
"Sorry, I was… reading," I said truthfully.
"So, what do you think?" Anna asked, extending her arms out.
"What do I think?"
"About the new dungeon!" she said excitedly, spinning around from a few pieces of leather suspended from the ceiling.
"I figured it'd be better than making love close to some of Arendelle's dangerous criminals," Elsa explained. "General Mattias was beginning to grow suspicious, so I gave the order for the construction of this place a couple of months ago. It took a lot to hide it from you, and even more for Anna to keep her mouth shut."
"What is all this?" I asked whimsically, my eyes travelling over all the different contraptions. I then felt my cheeks redden when I realised where I was standing.
It was a sex dungeon.
I was standing in a sex dungeon.
Anna was swinging form a sex swing. Fully clothed for now, but still, it was a thing she was doing.
Now, I didn't know much about the BDSM community, but I knew enough. Honeymaren had shown some interest in it and went through a phase where she was researching it purely for leisure purposes. And of course, as her best friend and close confidant, I had to listen to it.
I didn't know the names for a lot of the equipment laying around there. There was, of course, a bed, I guess to have some sense of normalcy. The bed frame and headboard were made from panels of wood with gaps in between which I imagined was intentional. Then, there was a metal cross in the shape of an 'X' with semicircular metal pieces which I imagined were there to restrain wrists and ankles. A bunch of metal rings hung from the ceiling and I could only imagine what those were for. There was so much going on, it took a while for me to take in.
"I figured we were already kind of getting into this stuff in the bedroom or wherever else, so it was only fitting we had a proper place with the right equipment," Elsa said simply, as if this was the most normal thing in the world.
"How did you even manage this?"
She looked at me like I was crazy. "I'm a princess. I have an entire kingdom's worth of metal and leather workers at my disposal. It wasn't all that hard."
"How do we use everything?"
"Leave that up to me, Mother," my older daughter said with a wave of her hand. With this gesture, her clothes disappeared, a shimmery blue dress fading away from her shoulder blades all the way down to the tips of her toes until she was left naked. I blinked, wanting to make sure I really saw what I saw, but Anna didn't even give it a second glance. It was clearly a normal occurrence. Ice, snow, snow people, and now clothes? It seemed Elsa was really like a jack of all traits.
"Show off," Anna mumbled, hands fumbling at the buttons of her own dress.
"I offer to make your clothes too, you know," Elsa pointed out.
The redhead shook her head firmly. "Nuh uh. Too cold."
"It's really not."
Anna still shook her head in defiance, her dress off now leaving her in just a corset and underwear. "Mom? A little help?"
"Oh!" I came around behind her and pulled at the ties keeping her corset together, letting them come undone. Anna breathed a sigh of relief when her chest was finally set free from its confines.
"I do really like the idea of a corset ban," she said dreamily, rubbing her back and waist which must have been a little sore. "I absolutely can't stand them."
"Then why do you wear them?" I asked.
"Because it's just what we've done for ages," she reasoned. "Men wear suits and armour and stuff. Women wear corsets. It's just what we do."
I frowned, barely noticing Elsa taking my arms and moving them so that she could undress me herself. "And I don't suppose Elsa you make yourself a corset along with the rest of your outfit?"
"Of course I do," she said pragmatically. "That's like asking me whether I wear underwear."
"This is ridiculous," I huffed. "The only reason someone should wear a corset is to feel good about themselves, not to appease society's standards. The corsets here aren't even comfortable. I thought I would rule a more progressive kingdom than this.."
"Hey." Elsa's cool hand brushed my cheek to snuff out the rising flames. "You're perfectly progressive."
"How so?"
"Well, we're together, aren't we? And the kingdom doesn't judge."
"Oh." I wasn't aware our relationship was that public.
"And you can still change the law," Anna added. "To accommodate your anti-corset sentiments."
"I suppose I can…" I calmed considerably, coming to my senses to realise Elsa had already fully undressed me so we were all naked in the drafty dungeon. A chill settled into me, making my hairs stand on end. Just as the two of them leaned in to kiss me, I stopped them. "Hang on."
"What?" they asked in unison, bearing looks of curiosity.
"I told Gerda I wouldn't get my hair too messy today."
The two of them just exchanged a mischievous smirk.
"Girls, I'm serious."
"If Gerda has a problem with your messy hair, she'll have to go through me," Elsa said simply, squeezing my arm.
"Make that both of us," Anna corrected, giving me a quick kiss.
I smiled. "My sweet girls."
"Don't get used to it," Elsa advised. "We won't be sweet for long. Not in this setting anyway." I yelped when I felt her fingers roughly pinch my ass, a sharp tinge of pain emanating from the spot.
"I look forward to it," I said with a stupid grin on my face.
"Elsa has been doing her research," Anna explained. "The crudest books in the royal library. Trust me when I say she means business."
"Anna has been lovely to practise with, and I dare say I've mastered it."
"Mastered what?"
Elsa didn't say a word, and instead the two of them stepped away from me. I wanted to question them further but before I could, I suddenly felt a cold sensation lash out at my left arm. Looking down, I realised there was a bracelet of ice that wrapped itself around my wrist. Another one captured my right wrist, bringing my hands together and securing them behind my back using an ice chain with not much give. I immediately felt myself grow wet at the thought of being tied up in such a way, even if it was just a dream.
Ropes of ice snaked their way around my body, complicated knots creating what felt like lattice work across my back. While ice in itself was brittle and fragile in small doses, these seemed sturdy and unwilling to break. Ropes weaved around my breasts, making them seem bigger than they were. The cold was everywhere, but it didn't feel intense enough to actually do any harm like give me frostbite or anything. It made the goosebumps rise on my skin and I grew increasingly on edge, wondering what more would be done to me. Elsa's intentions were suddenly made clear when she glanced up at the ceiling, or more particularly at the metal rings hanging down from it.
"On the bed, Mom. Lie down on your front."
I obeyed, my feet carrying me to the bed and my body sinking into the mattress. Despite being in a dungeon, the bed was thankfully clean. I guess royalty wouldn't expect anything less.
Elsa's hand cupped my cheek, the skin ice cold probably from her using her powers. "Safe word?" she asked, making sure I remembered.
"Forest."
"I want you to use it if you need to, okay? We're going to try something new and if you don't like it, I want to know and we'll stop immediately."
My heart rate soared. "I will."
She smiled. "Good."
More rope bloomed from her fingers and I felt her fingertips trace up and down my legs. Anna lended a helping hand by grabbing my ankles and pulling them against the back of my thighs so my legs were totally bent. Elsa's ice weaved itself in loops around my shins and thighs, keeping them in the position they wanted. When they stepped back to admire their handiwork, I tested the bonds. They were definitely effective and I could barely move an inch thanks to them.
"Such a cute little bunny," Anna teased. "Elsa's practised this on me tonnes of times before. Don't worry about this next part. It's totally safe."
"Just hearing you say that immediately makes me very worried."
"Since when do you doubt my bondage expertise, Mom?" Elsa questioned, stepping back into the open space beyond the bed. I had to crane my neck to make sure I could still see her as she conjured up a carpet of snow that covered a large area of the floor.
"What's that for?" I asked.
"For the very slim chance that you fall," she said simply. "It'll catch you."
"Yeah, and freeze me."
"If you're objecting to the cold that much today, you're not gonna have a great time."
"Yeah, Mom. Just lean into it and enjoy yourself," Anna encouraged.
I sighed, setting aside my own reservations and uncertainties towards Elsa's powers. This was all just a fantasy anyway. What did that really say about me and what I wanted? "Okay. I'll lean into it. I'm ready." I then gasped as I felt myself being lifted into the air.
Elsa had magicked more ice rope from her unlimited supply of power, one end attached to one of the metal rings in the ceiling. The cuffs and robes were secured together so I was bound tight like a neat little package, a sturdy knot tying everything together. That knot was then connected to the other end of the rope, slowly raising me from the mattress and pulling me in the direction of the ring.
The girls were lucky I pretty much never suffered from motion sickness, because I was definitely swinging around a lot at first as Elsa tried to adjust the height at which I was suspended from. Her eyes were squinting in concentration, trying to get me level with their crotches so any activities they wanted to do with me would be easy. Once I was at an acceptable height, she checked that my weight was evenly distributed, tugging and pulling at some areas so I would be less likely to fall. She then used her hands to steady me, and I eventually slowed just above the snow patch. It would have been virtually impossible for me to be completely still, but I was as stable as I could be in that scenario.
The weight made it so that the ice bit more into my skin, but not to the point where it hurt. If anything, it just added more pressure and tension to the whole situation. I waited in anticipation to see what they would do, the temperature in the room dropping drastically. I wouldn't have been surprised if my breath fogged up in front of me.
"So, Mom…" Elsa began, neither of them touching me yet. "We're going to play a game."
"A game?"
"To see how well you know us," Anna explained.
"Considering I raised you both, I'd argue that I know you pretty well."
"We'll see about that," Elsa challenged, giving her hands another wave. She'd clearly gotten used to her powers since she was young, as she seemed completely in control. Nothing like the journal entries I had read earlier. To my surprise, there was no more ice. Instead, a shimmering piece of what I could only assume was fabric materialised to cover my eyes, tying together neatly behind my head. It was then that I realised I would have to pretty much go off entirely on the sounds they made, especially since my hands were literally tied and my mouth wasn't as sensitive to touch as my fingers. The carpet of snow already muffled their footsteps so they moved around me pretty much soundlessly.
This was going to be harder than I thought.
I tried to gather my bearings and become more intune with my surroundings. Frustratingly, I couldn't even remember exactly where either one of them had been standing because Elsa didn't actually come near me to put the blindfold on. The gentle swaying from the ropes certainly didn't help.
Then, I felt a set of lips on mine, the kiss wet and warm and heated.
"Which of us was it?" Elsa asked a few moments after the kisser pulled away. Elsa's powers seemed to make every part of her cold, and I assumed her lips would be the same. The kiss had been warm and wet and heated, everything I associated with the way Anna kissed me. Elsa sounded a few steps away too which further supported my case in believing the kisser wasn't her.
"Anna?"
"Nope."
"Ah!" I gasped when I was struck with… something. We'd never used anything other than hands for spanking before, but that felt like an ice paddle.
"And before you think that you can sense who's standing where from who paddles you, neither of us are holding it. It's controlled totally by my powers so our voices won't give anything away."
This was going to be way harder than I thought.
I felt cool fingers brush against my cheek. "Elsa."
"Good," she praised, approval clear in her voice. The paddle didn't strike me that time since I got it right.
There were a few moments of nothing. I strained my ears to try and hear something, anything. There was water leaking somewhere in the dungeon, the steady drip of water against stone every four seconds, like a tuneless song. The two of them were quiet. Far too quiet to make correctly guessing possible. Even their breathing sounded muffled and I couldn't make out the difference. It was nearly silent. I couldn't even use my sense of smell to identify them because their distinct scents were gone. No chocolates and wildflowers. No vanilla and berries. Nothing.
Something was rubbing up against my closed lips and I immediately knew I had to identify it. It didn't take a genius to know it was the head of a cock, but which one? From the first kiss, it became clear I couldn't use temperature as a reliable gauge, so I would have to resort to my tongue which I definitely knew how to use. It was just a matter of how well I could use it.
My lips parted and I traced my tongue around the head of the cock that was being presented to me. My mind tried to recall the differences between them. The main thing I had to go off of was that Elsa was thicker than Anna, but for the life of me, I couldn't tell if my tongue was tracing the thicker or thinner one. I would just have to go off instinct. After all, I had a 50% chance of being right. If both answers had just been Elsa, statistically, it had to be…
"Anna," I guessed when they pulled away.
"Two answers right in a row, Mom. Not bad." Anna was clearly impressed, and her appraisal just made me flush with pride, not to mention arousal. Could I have a praising kink? I guess my dreams were revealing all sorts of new things to me.
"One more correct answer and we'll take care of you," Elsa said. "But if you get this wrong, you'll be on the receiving end of the paddle while Anna and I satisfy each other. Understand?"
"Yes," I breathed, my voice raspy. I so badly wanted to get this right and finally have my pussy tended to, especially since my arousal was beginning to drip down the insides of my thighs. But at the same time, being on the receiving end of the paddle wasn't the worst thing that could happen, and hopefully they would take off my blindfold so I could at least watch them while I received my punishment.
I sensed something new being placed in front of me, and extended my tongue to feel around. My neck was almost sore from having to support my head while the rest of my body was at the complete mercy of Elsa's ropes, but I knew it was all just a dream and I thankfully wouldn't have to deal with an aching neck the next day.
Hopefully.
I sighed inwardly when I realised I was licking a set of balls. This was going to be especially tricky. I'd never taken the time to notice the difference in this area of them before. Mainly because they were just so similar in that regard. No differences had ever really stood out to me, which was going to make my job of guessing extremely difficult. I tried my best to try and find something more to work with. If I could reach their shaft, the girth would be a dead giveaway, but my daughter expertly moved back every time my tongue got close. Finally, I came to the realisation that I would have to just wait until they made a sound, and hopefully I'd be able to identify them from that.
From past experiences, I knew that Anna could rarely keep quiet when her balls got proper attention. They seemed to be the most sensitive part of her, so if I could just give some expert oral treatment, I could coax a moan from her. Otherwise, the silence would tell me it's Elsa.
My tongue traced the pair, steadily licking until the entire surface was wet. I even spat on them for good measure, trying to take one in my mouth as best as I could given my own confines. It was messy, with slobber running down my chin, but Anna (assuming it was Anna) liked it messy.
Still, dead silence.
It was Elsa. It had to be. Not even a whimper. It sounded like whoever it was was breathing hard through their nose, but again, I couldn't tell who it was without an actual voice. This was ridiculous. If they've been silent thus far, the answer should have been clear.
"Elsa," I said through licks. "It's Elsa. Final answer."
I heard a low chuckle and my heart instantly sank. It was clearly Elsa's laugh, and it came from a few feet away. To confirm my suspicions, the blindfold faded away and my eyes adjusted to the dungeon's dim light. Anna was indeed standing in front of me, looking down apologetically.
"Oh, so now you can keep quiet?" I huffed, annoyed that I had lost despite being so close. It didn't help that my face was a mess, the insides of my thighs were soaking and now I wouldn't even get any relief from either of them, at least until they satisfied themselves.
"Sorry, Mom-" Anna began.
"-but rules are rules," Elsa finished, looking almost sorry but at the same time not quite. "You lost fair and square. But don't worry."
I hissed as the paddle came down hard on my ass again, the biting sting only heightening my arousal. My breath then caught in my throat when Elsa waved her hand once again, conjuring another ice object, this one making my pussy leak just from the sight of it. It was an ice dildo, not as long or thick as either of them, but still a considerable length and girth. Elsa laughed at my shocked expression. "Come on now, you didn't think I was really gonna let you go without cumming, did you? I can be sadistic at times but I'm not cruel." I wanted to respond, but couldn't find the words as I was struck again by the ice.
That paddle would be the death of me.
I cooed as Elsa circled me, tracing my pussy with her fingers to check that I was wet enough. For a brief moment, I wondered whether Elsa's fingers were actually cold enough to freeze my wetness, and I didn't know whether that further aroused or terrified me.
"You're ready," she decided, flipping a single finger into me. My back arched and I tried pushing back to get more of her, but the ropes didn't make that easy, and she pulled away before I could get much satisfaction. "Anna, get on the bed and wait for me."
"Yes ma'am," Anna happily replied, practically skipping over to the mattress. While she wouldn't have minded satisfying me, I'm sure she was just as happy to get some one-on-one Elsa time.
"This will be cold," Elsa said, drawing my attention back to her. I couldn't see her at this point, nor could I see the dildo which I imagined was hovering somewhere behind me. "I know you've done this before, but if it grows uncomfortable at any point, don't be afraid to call out the safe word ." When I didn't reply, the paddle came down again, far harder this time. My fingers clenched, tugging at the ropes in response. "Answer me, Mom."
"Yes," I said quickly. "Yes. I'll use the safe word if I'm uncomfortable."
This seemed to be enough assurance for her as I heard her let out an approving hum. My body stiffened when I felt something cold press against me, and it didn't take a genius to know that was the dildo. Even feeling it press up against me made my whole body go rigid. I was sure I'd adjust to the temperature, but for now, it was a shock.
The head slowly broke through my walls and I gasped. It chilled me from the inside out. There seemed to be some kind of barrier between the ice and my skin, but I wasn't sure if it was a condom or something else. Did condoms even exist in 1843? I made a mental note to check when I woke up, just for the sake of appealing to my curiosity.
My whole body shivered as I adjusted to the new temperatures inside of me. The size wasn't a problem - Elsa had shown restraint in giving me something manageable to start off - but I was literally taking ice inside of my body. I was given a fraction of an inch before getting a break.
"You okay?" Elsa asked. Even though I couldn't see her since she was standing behind me, the concern was still clear in her voice.
"I'm fine," I replied. "I just need to get used to this feeling… again." I added, remembering that I'd apparently done this before.
The bonds strained as I tensed up again, this time getting more of the dildo inside of me. My wetness was thankfully making the whole process easier, a little bit of familiar heat in the otherwise freezing situation. At the same time, the paddle struck again, a brief distraction from my pussy being stretched by ice. My grunts of satisfaction were genuine as I found I was beginning to enjoy myself more and more. The surface of the ice was slick so lubrication wasn't a problem at all. I shuddered to think of when Elsa would deem it appropriate to increase the pace.
Finally, I felt the balls of the dildo press against me, the entire length fully inside my body. I was moaning and whimpering, desperate for some form of friction. I tried to buck my hips but that didn't do much, only made my whole body sway more dramatically.
"Elsa," I pleaded. "I'm used to it. I'm used to the feeling, Fuck me!"
I cried out when I was paddled again, my ass beginning to burn from how much I'd been hit already. At the same time, the dildo began moving in and out of me, slowly at first but gradually picking up the pace. I pulled at the bonds, wanting to be able to regain some control of my own body, but of course, I was completely at Elsa's mercy.
My older daughter seemed to be satisfied with my state, as she returned to the bed where her sister was eagerly awaiting her. The dildo still continued to move inside of me, making me leak more as the pleasure grew. I watched on through half-lidded eyes as Elsa got down on her knees and took Anna's cock in her mouth. The redhead sat at the edge of the bed, already gripping the blanket thanks to Elsa's expert oral skills getting her fully hard.
The dildo fucked me harder, the paddle striking me every quarter of a minute, like clockwork. Elsa's calculative side was certainly coming through. Everything she was doing to me, even remotely and by her powers rather than her own hand, was on a precise timer, keeping everything in order. My cries of pain and pleasure echoed off the walls, resonating in the stone space. I wasn't even focusing on the girls anymore. I just wanted to cum before I woke up.
In the haze of my pleasure, I almost missed the door at the top of the stairs opening. My heart was already racing, but this time it raced with fear at the thought of being caught. Even though our relationship was apparently public and the kingdom was accepting of it, I think being caught rigorously fucking in the middle of a sex dungeon still wouldn't be the best image for the royal family.
My daughters, however, didn't seem to be fazed, with Elsa calmly getting up and waving her hand once more so the paddle and dildo stopped moving at once. The paddle rested on my back, the chill of the ice less shocking now that I was used to it, while the dildo slipped out of me entirely, coming to my front.
"Elsa?" I questioned, not sure whether I was meant to be calm or freak out. Someone had just walked in on us, after all.
"It's about time," she said in an annoyed tone, crossing her arms in front of her chest as the dildo hovered between us.
The voice I heard next shocked me more than the ice powers had.
"Sorry I'm late. Yelana had me rounding up the reindeer which took a hell of a lot longer than anticipated."
"Honeymaren?"
The brunette laughed, stepping in front of me. "Nice to see you too, Iduna. Especially like this."
I was so confused, but didn't have much time to think as Honeymaren began to strip right in front of me. How open was our relationship here? This was like polyamory taken to the extreme.
"The paddle is there," Elsa explained, gesturing to where it rested on me. "You can use it or you don't have to, but just know Mom lost our little game so I've been using it thus far."
"I can tell," Honeymaren commented. "Her ass is as red as a lingonberry."
"And of course, I haven't been able to work out the kinks for the dildo yet, but since I'm within close proximity to it, it'll be fine."
It was then that I got what Honeymaren meant with her request from Elsa. My girlfriend now stood naked and I watched in fascination as Elsa used her magic to create what looked like lace around Honeymaren's hips. The dildo then attached itself to it, creating a strapon that made me squirm. Honey and I had never used toys on each other before since we hadn't been together for that long. Maybe this dream was a sign.
"Knock yourself out," Elsa said as her parting words before returning to Anna who looked ready to burst from impatience.
"I always do," Honeymaren replied, winking and strutting in my direction. "I have a feeling Elsa's tortured you enough today," she said sympathetically. The cold phallus rested against my cheek and I could feel my own wetness on it. "What do you want now?"
I gulped, her expression somehow able to look both sultry and concerned for me. "I just want to cum," I admitted.
She smiled kindly at me, nodding in understanding before walking behind me. I noticed that Elsa, with a face splattered with white, was now the one sitting on the edge of the bed, with Anna raising herself to take Elsa's cock in her ass.
"Slow?" Honeymaren asked, getting my attention again. "Or fast?"
"Fast," I answered after a moment of consideration. I was so close it hurt.
"As you wish," she said teasingly, slipping into me with ease. This time, I didn't sway as much, mainly because her hands were on my waist, pressing us firmly together. The bonds strained and creaked as Honeymaren began fucking me hard. Really hard. As hard as I'd expect Elsa to.
Our pelvises rhythmically slapped together, matching the tempo of my racing heart. The paddle had been knocked off my back, clattering to the floor but I barely noticed. I wasn't holding back in terms of volume, too close to my orgasm to care about keeping it down. My voice cracked as I writhed and bucked under the ropes, my body wound taut as Honeymaren rutted into me with the faux cock. Her breathing was ragged in my ear as she fucked me. When she straightened her back and released a series of rapid fire thrusts, I couldn't hold back any longer.
Elsa and Anna were engaged in their own activities, but I definitely became the loudest voice in the dungeon when I came. Honeymaren's thighs must have gotten soaked as I trembled from the pleasure, squirting all over her and the ice phallus. I don't know if it was the restraints or the whole situation of having been with all of them, though not taking them all at once, that made this orgasm so powerful. All I know is that when my orgasm dulled, Honeymaren had stilled, panting hard and trying to catch her breath. The friction must have made her cum too, thought probably not as intense as I had.
I felt so much wetness leaking from between my legs, but it wasn't just from my orgasm. Honeymaren pulled back and I realised the dildo had melted, nothing more than a large puddle flowing from me. One glance at my daughters told me they must have finished too, as I could see Anna easing herself off her sister, cum leaking from her ass. Elsa looked at me with a starry-eyed gaze.
"Is it supposed to melt like that?" I asked through pants.
"No," she admitted. "I must have lost focus. Still need to work out the kinks in it, but don't worry. I'll have a more durable one soon, just as promised."
"There's no rush," Honeymaren said comfortingly. "I'm certainly not opposed to having you in the same room with Anna while we all do our own thing. It'll just take some practise."
Elsa smiled gratefully, probably relieved that there was less pressure on her to make everything perfect. She could be such a stickler for details sometimes and I didn't want that to get in the way of her enjoying herself.
"While that's all well and good, can you let me down now?" I requested. "My back is beginning to ache and my wrists are getting sore."
"Oh, sure," Elsa replied with a casual flick of the wrist. The ropes dissipated and I braced myself to hit the snow below. I fell, but I didn't land like I had anticipated. I just fell.
And fell.
And fell.
Until…
When I woke up, I heaved a sigh of relief when I realised that I was in my bedroom. My real bedroom, with its modern furniture and familiar scents and access to technology. No curlers in my hair, no crown on my dressing table, and thankfully, no buckram corset in sight. I massaged my wrists only to realise the sensations from my dream were all in my head, and they weren't sore at all. They weren't even marked.
It was early and my alarm was ringing, my phone sitting charging on my bedside table like usual. I rolled over to shut it off, the reminder flashing in the semi-darkness.
Anna's birthday.
I rubbed my eyes with the palms of my hands, trying to wake myself up after such a vivid dream. I could sense the warmth between my legs as a result of the images my own mind conjured up. There was definitely some tension there that needed to be relieved, but if I didn't make a move quickly, I'd run behind on everything I had to do before Anna got up.
"Okay," I mumbled, psyching myself up for the day to come. "Let's do this."
A/N - Hello dear reader! I hope you liked this chapter. What do you think of Iduna's recent wet dreams? Elsa's powers definitely help to spice things up. As always, let me know what you think and until next chapter, stay safe wherever you are :)