GTG: Thank you to the two guest left comments. And thank you to those who have read and followed this story. You all make me happy. Here's the first chapter!
This is my actual first attempt at writing a story of femalexfemale.
As always, she is utterly beautiful and peaceful when she's asleep. And so vulnerable too; her long neck is too exposed. Just looking at her, Anna finds herself needing to remember how to breathe. Her sister sleeps with a very thin blanket. The blanket drapes over her body, defining her curves. Anna's eyes move along the curve of neck to her hip. Her fingers twitch. Oh! how badly she ache to touch the skin of her sister's— to grip every curve— to run a hand into her white blonde hair or run a finger down her lips and down her lovely neck against her pulsing blood vein—
Yes, this is the strange attraction she has for her sister. Initially, she thought she envy of Elsa (of her beauty), but as time grows, Anna began to notice little things of Elsa. The way she gracefully moves through the halls and rooms, the way her perfect brows narrows when she is concentrating while reading or when she's thinking. And when she first bite into chocolate, she makes a sultry noise that makes Anna's hearts race fast. And— oh! — when it gets cold, Elsa would wear dresses that hugs her body— a lovely sight. And her scent! That alluring scent, especially when she's menstruating!
Like now.
Strange attraction this is. Anna bends forward, her nose close to Elsa's skin, at her hip, and sniffs. Oh, she smells so good! And delicious! (But only because she hasn't had her meal yet)
Someone is staring down at her and this is how she awakens. Elsa opens one eye then shut it close at the sight in front of her. Her heart beats twice as fast in fright. Due to her hunger, Anna can hear the erratic beats. "Anna!"
"Yes?"
"You need to stop doing that,"
"Doing what?"
Elsa sits up and glares at her young very pale sister. "This!" She gestures to 'this' (the both of them). "Y'know, staring at me while I sleep. It's… creepy."
"You're creepy." Anna snaps back then giggles when Elsa pretends to be hurt. She notices a lit lantern on her dresser. She glances at her drawn curtains— no sunlight isn't struggling to spill in her room like every morning…
"What time is it?" she asks, rubbing her cheek.
"Waaaay before dawn!" Anna says checking her wrist. "Oh, I'm not wearing my watch. So maybe five."
"Five?"
"Yes."
Elsa groans. "You woke me at f-ive!" she tries to yell but a yawn entwines with her words. "I fell asleep after midnight— not enough sleep— today is an important day, remember?"
"Ummm— maybe— today is July... second…? I'm missing something here?" Anna says sheepishly.
"Coronation Day."
"Coronation day…" Anna mutters. She's trying to retrieve a memory— Elsa nods for encouragement— and Anna captures the memory. Her eyes widen and a smile grows on her face. "Coronation day! It's your coronation day! Oh my goodness! You're gonna be queen!"
"Yes I am and I was expecting to wake at ten. Why— why are you awake anyway?"
"Well it's been a week and I understand you're busy and all and I woke up with a terrible— " Oh just cut to it Anna! She shows her sharp white fangs. "I'm hungry Elsa. My senses are alert— I can smell everything."
At the sight of her fangs would send anyone running with high fluffy tails and promising nightmares. But as her big sister and her protector, Elsa had gotten used to Anna's… vampiric behavior. Like, waking up at odd, unacceptable hours, or how dark her words can become unexpectedly. Or the displaying her fangs when she is very hungry— which leads to the… neck-staring… yes, she's struggling to avoid looking at my neck. Elsa is used to her Anna's unnatural strength and speed and her high alerted senses...oh. Oh! Elsa pulls her blanket closer to her chest, pressing her legs together with a blush blooming across her cheeks. "I, um... you're hungry?"
Anna nods eagerly. "It's been almost a week since the last guy and he was small and old. Is hard to find more prisoners nowadays? I don't wanna go back to drinking the guards." Anna shudders. For some reason, drinking blood from the guards who willing to donate for the princess doesn't taste sweet than the prisoners.
Elsa sighs. Throughout her years, Anna has been very good. She isn't like any other vampires as they have been told as young girls. In fact, no one has ever question or suspects her being a vampire. Only specific staffs and herself know. So as an incentive, "How about… you choose your meal?" Elsa suggest. She never allows Anna to go down the dungeons and pick a person to be her meal. It's Elsa's duty to pick an unlucky sacrifice (she picks so that she could regulate Anna's feeding.) Guards would bring a prisoner to a separate room (the prep room) where the unlucky victim would be completely drained of their blood. It wouldn't hurt— for this once— to allow Anna to choose her meal.
Anna's eyes widen even more at Elsa's suggestion. "Really?" she says excitedly. "Really?!"
Elsa giggles. She slides out of bed and uses her thin blanket as a cloak. "Well, I'm up anyways. Thanks to you." Elsa grabs the lantern. "Come on."
"Blame Kai. He forgot my meal yesterday." Anna pouts with sunken shoulders as she follows her sister.
"Oh! I forgot! I sent Kai— and Nathaniel away to their families." Besides those servants, a guard is tasked to do the draining. "They should be back before the… before I become queen. So this is partially my fault," Elsa says.
"Totally your fault." Anna corrects.
They twist down a few hallways. Halls that Anna never ventured simply because this section of the palace is off limits to Anna. Elsa opens a heavy looking door. Inside is dark besides the areas that it lit from the lantern. "This is the dungeon?" Anna asks peering inside.
"The stairs to the dungeons," Elsa replies. "C'mon. Watch your step. The stairs are old. Just… follow my trail."
With the lantern held up, Elsa leads the way. Anna avoids her trail of small sparkling snowflakes, while she stares at her sister's behind. The burnt-orange light from its source illuminates the outline of her curves. Anna realizes that she can actually do something— she doesn't know what— to show her desires. They're alone. And it's earlier. It's taking all control to not pounce on the woman. If it weren't for Elsa menstruating now, it would be much easier to control herself. She balds her fist into fists. She needs to drink. This hunger isn't helping much. She's going to ask to walk a little faster— "Elsa,"
"Hm?"
—but as they descend down the stairs, Anna notice the temperatures dropping drastically. Now, normally, because of her biological half, it would take her longer to get cold than an ordinary human. But down here, being her first time down here, Anna wraps her shawl tighter. "How far does this goes down? Has it always been this cold?" she asks instead.
Her sister shrugs. "Very far. And I wouldn't know. I don't feel the cold." Elsa looks back and smirks. Anna could melt right here in spot or
just kiss her.
Anna swallows. "H-hilarious," she stutters, not because of the temperature but because of effect Elsa has on her. "Ugh, why couldn't you have fire or heat magic? You could warm me— you could warm the entire castle up!"
"But!" Elsa counters, "With ice, snow and the cold, I can equally cool the castle down in unbearable heat!"
"Well yeah, but I'd rather you give heat."
Elsa hums and it's like the sweetest sound to Anna's ears. She wishes Elsa can hum against her— to feel the vibrations from— god! She hates this strange attraction towards her sister. She hates being this hungry.
"With my snow magic, you can easily warm up from lots of things. Like wearing lots of coats, or standing near a fireplace with hot coffee— I like my coffee cold and icy, is that weird of me?"
"Yeah."
"—hot coffee and… warms hugs. And with heat, it's' cooling by shade, a cool drink, or stripping yourself of your clothing— "
Anna inhales sharply as a picture of a completely nude Elsa enters vividly in her head. She has seen her naked one time. That searing image… always in her head. Sometimes visiting her dreams only to wake up with guilt and excitement.
"—but have a better chance of warming in the cold than cooling in the heat, right?"
Anna hums, "maybe. But I prefer summer. Especially at night." Summer cool night air just makes her feel alive.
They reach to the bottom. Elsa nods at the guards and whispers something low to them, "You may take a break. Don't come down in an hour." They nod their heads in respect and move upstairs. Elsa turns to her sister with a bright smile. "Here we are!"
Anna opens the door and finds another guard sitting on a stool reading a book. At the sight of them, he hastily stands. "Your Majesties!" He quickly bows. "My apologies."
"Allen," says the soon-to-be-queen. " no need to apologize— it gets bored down here, doesn't it?"
"Yes, indeed," He glances at Anna. "Shall I choose potential prisoners?"
"Not today, Allen. Anna would choose and… do the deed. Go prepare the room. I'll collect you later, for the draining."
"Yes, your majesty." Allen bows and turns a heel.
"Soooo," Anna steps closer to her sister. The dungeon isn't anything what her imaginations constructed or what authors tend to describe in their stories. The state of it is fairly clean. Brightly lit with wall lanterns. It didn't smell too unpleasant (she can smell men somewhere around here). The only thing she would say authors described halfly right is the temperature. It's cold. Very cold. She rubs her arms. "What now?"
Elsa waves a hand to her right. "You may choose. Prisoners are around the corner."
Anna smiles and hesitantly steps around the corner. She uses her sense to choose her meal (they're in bar cages; an aspect that author described correctly, but inside, it's clean— and prisoners are provided a cot, blankets and table desk. Authors don't describe that in their books) The scents of their blood is overwhelming. She has half the mind to choose anyone but her meal must last for about two weeks. From cell to cell, Anna sniffs for scents and listen for heartbeats. She quickly debates a 'no' or 'maybe-come-back-later' to the prisoners. One particular cell she stops and examines the prisoner. He was young— she can tell by the pace of his heartbeat— with brown hair. She moves closer to his cell. "Step closer," she whispers, charming him with her voice. She found that if she can get her voice in the right tone, she can demand anyone to do what she wants (but they must be in fear or weakened). Anna doesn't know if her charm works or not, but nevertheless, the man moves closer to the bars. Anna sniffs. Her eyes flutters. She steps back, resisting the instinctual urge to show her fangs. "Him!" Anna says practically jumping up and down.
Elsa walks to her sigh and peers into the cage. The man steps back and attempts to conceal himself in a shadow of a corner. "Allen!" Elsa yells, with authority. Allen appears from another corner, almost startling Anna. "Why is he here?"
"Invasion and theft, your majesty."
"Invasion and theft— here?" Elsa asks incredulously. Is that even possible?
"Yes… We caught him before he could sneak out of a window."
"What did he try to steal?"
The guard hesitates before leaning close to the upcoming-queen's ear. He whispers hushed and rushed words, before stepping out of her personal space.
Elsa hums. Anna notices how blank her face becomes. Uh oh. This particular expression of Elsa's means that her sister is not, please.
Calmly, Elsa says to the guard, "Cut off his hands and drain him to the Prep Room." Then she spins on her heels, gesturing her sister to follow. Anna smile drops off her face.
"Elsa, that- that, don't you think that's a- a little… too much?" Anna says, close on her sister's heels. "I- I mean his— he's already a— my meal— I don't think— it would be a waste of blood too… "
"Hush Anna. Don't you want your meal?"
Her silence is the answer. But Anna's face contorts into The Face. The face that always has Elsa thinks over her choice. Elsa hesitates, wanting to tell her sister that that face won't work, but as always, Elsa falls for it. She calls for Allen. "Never mind the decapitating! Just— wait for a moment."
Anna happily beams. Elsa resist the urge to roll her eyes, "Where do you want to drink?"
Usually, Anna drinks in her room. Drinking her meal is quite a… private moment to her. But sometimes, being in her room— it's all too typical. "Can I drink in the gardens?" Anna asks. "I've not been in the gardens for ages!"
"And by ages, you mean a few days?" Elsa smirks.
"...well…"
This time Elsa does roll her eyes. "We'll be in the garden, Allen."
Allen bows and leaves. Elsa beckons Anna out the dungeons. As they climb the stairs, Elsa shares a little information, "It usually takes about two hours to completely drain a prisoner. The guards go through a meticulous method to get the blood from victims. They're alive for starters— the younger or more built, the more he'll try to fight to stay alive whilst being drained— however with those two characteristics, the more blood they will offer. "But in a rush, it takes about an hour to drain him." (that means killing the prisoner, slicing his throat, killing makes things more of a mess than following the normal procedures).
Elsa remembers the first time when they were in a rush to feed Anna. Her sister didn't drink blood for about two weeks and yet she didn't say anything about it. Elsa had missed the signs of her starvation. She found Anna terribly weakened at her door— her face an eerie gray and her fangs at its maximum length. She never ordered, so quickly, for the guards to kill the first prisoner they see for his blood.
"So I'll have to wait for an hour to drink," Anna sadly notes.
"Not necessarily." The girls find themselves outside, heading to the gardens. "Allen will bring you three cups at a time. It's just him, so it'll take some to give you the drinks. I don't know how many cups, but we can sit here and drink if you— aren't even listening are you?" No— she's spinning, a lazy smile on her lips.
The night feels so… alive. Each step she takes is light and… fun (if it can be described that way). It makes her want to dance freely in the cool air. Anna spins, her arms open wide. "Ah! This feels great! Being out here at night, well morning— yes, I'm listening Elsie! I don't mind. Not out here, no. Don't you love it out here?"
"I love sleep." Elsa mumbles.
Anna giggles, looking at her tired sister. She tends to forget that ordinary humans need sleep after long hours. Anna, however, can go on for about three days without sleep and wouldn't be tired.
The girls take their seat on a bench, next to orchid flowers. Anna folds her hands in her lap, her fingers tapping and her feet dangling in anticipation for her meal. She begins to hum. Elsa gracefully sits still, her hands folded in her lap. She thinks about what would happen in the next few hours. The big thing is this: the gates will be open. After almost two decades, the gates will open for the folks of this kingdom and other kingdoms who have traveled many days just to see her be crowned queen— not just that, no. They, and not just the travelers, Arendelle folks to, have come to see what's has been behind the gates for many many years; the royalties of Arendelle.
Elsa has no problems with people's curiosity for her and the strange aspect of her (her ice/snow magic). She's more nervous for Anna. Anna will step out of the gates for the first time of her life. No more hiding. She will be among people— people who aren't like her. People who are just human, whilst she is only half. And she'll pretend to be just them. They had gone over the conversation of how people will fret if they found out who she is really, so no indication of your biological half, Anna. It's our secret. And if people find out, I cannot—
I know, I know Elsa, you don't have to worry about me. I'll fit in just fine!
But she stills worries. She worries, just what if Anna slips up? What if she shows too much of her strength or speed and people would question that? Or people would question the fact that she's paler than a normal person? Or that she can't stand in the sun for too long? Oh, god what if someone tries to harm her or trick her into… perhaps today can wait for another year. When Elsa is sure that Anna is quite prepared for what this world can be—
"What are you thinking?" Anna blurts out, startling the older woman out of her thoughts.
"What—? Nothing. I'm not thinking of anything."
"You were frowning, Elsa," she points out. "You aren't thinking about me— being out there once the gates open, are you?"
"No…"
Anna squints at her. Elsa looks away, guilty. "Aha! Caught ya! Ugh, Elsa, everything is gonna be fine. We had this talk before. You can't keep me here forever, you know. People will get suspicious."
"I— know," says the soon-to-be-queen as she returns her gaze to her sister. "It's just that… I'm worried." I have complete responsibility of you, and if anything happens, I don't know what I would do. It'll be bad though. Very bad.
"Are you worried about someone hurting me?" Anna in a teasing voice.
"Not… exactly— I wouldn't put it that way." Elsa defends.
"Don't be worried, Elsa. I can handle anyone! Without giving myself away, of course." she adds quickly before Elsa can lecture about keeping her vampiric traits a secret.
Okay, okay. She supposes she can take her sister's word to ease her worried thoughts. She inhales, "Bet you can't handle me,"
The normal gears stop functioning in Anna's head for a moment. Did she just— just flirt me? This is not an appropriate time! Not when Anna is very hungry.
Elsa notices the strange look her sister is giving her. Oh—! That's right. Anna doesn't know about the private lesson she has been taking with the guards. Ever since their parents' death, Elsa felt as though that she wasn't properly suitable to protect Anna. She needed more knowledge, so, "I've been practicing sword fighting with the guards for the past three years. That was supposed to remain a secret."
"You'll have to show me sometime," Anna says, smiling softly.
"I can show you right now!" Elsa gets up and moves a few steps away from Anna. She takes a deep breath and waves her hand. Elsa forms a fashionable ice falchion. Anna gasps,"Oh!"
Elsa smirks and performs a few fluid moves. Her sister claps. "Those are basics."
"Your Majesties."
Elsa immediately hides the sword behind her back. "Oh, hello, again Allen— I see there are four cups."
"Ah, yes," he nods his head and places the tray of globets on a table in front of the bench. Anna licks her lips. "I shall be back with another serving." He bows and departs.
Once Anna couldn't smell the guard anymore, she snatches up a goblet. The blue of her eyes swirls a blood red color. Her fangs lengthen a bit more as she takes a sip, following throwing her head back and downing the sweet blood. It only takes seconds, and she's placing that empty cup down and drinking the next one.
"Don't make a mess, please," Elsa warns.
"I make no bloody mess!"
"Hilarious." Elsa deadpans.
Anna laughs. "But don't stop. Show me more of your 'basics'." She likes seeing Elsa moves with the sword. She looks powerful and determined and awesome, really.
In the next hour, Elsa shows a little of what she learnt from her lessons. Quick innocent moves, with a little more personal touches, that Anna soon points out that she's showing off. They laugh about it, and Elsa cast her sword into a ball of snow over Anna's head which falls into her hair. Anna shakes it out and continues to drink her meals.
Allen brings back more servings for Anna, and collect the goblets. He promised to return. As they, the girls talk. Mainly Elsa demanding Anna to recite what not to do when she's out there— out there in the open gates. Don't talk to older men, or shake people's hand— or allow them to touch me. Don't accept any offerings. Try not to stare at people's neck— why would I do that? That's weird. Try not to move too fast. Or pick up heavy objects. When Elsa is satisfied, she sits back with a sigh.
Anna brushes the topic of her sister becoming queen. Are you scared? I would be. You'll a great queen. Like mom. Of course, Elsa is nervous. She'll have the responsibility of an entire kingdom in her hands. People will look up to her now. So much on her plate. She can feel the promising stress of her role of queen.
They fall into silence. Anna is beginning to feel… improved, drinking this blood. She feels SO much stronger and alert and… and tranquil. Perhaps it was the age of her chosen victims that gives her this state. Allen returns with another tray holding four goblets of blood and collect the other four empty ones. He promises two more trips and leaves. As Anna drinks, Elsa slips into a light slumber. Once she's finished, having the fourth tray of her meal, Anna nudge Elsa awake.
Together they depart to their rooms. "See you in later," Anna says from her end of the hall before entering her room. Elsa is already in her room, but she waves her hand in Anna's sight, and produce a flurry of snow; her way of saying "yes, yes, carry on". Anna smiles. She closed her door and jump in her bed.
In a few more hours, the gates will finally open.