King Runenard peered out the window of his study, admiring Arendelle's scenic view below. A long day at the council meeting and entertaining ambassadors from Trolein and Frau has put a strain on the elder king's body. Though there was no decline in his physique, signs of aging were rearing its ugly head. Strands of silver peek started to populate his mid scalp outgrowing his once heavy tawny locks. Creases on his forehead had become more pronounced. Aches were his constant companion, not friends but always with him.

The towering stack of paperwork on his desk was another bitter reminder of his lost youth. He used to be more efficient in clearing his daily assignments by dinner. Now, it's past midnight and yet the work pile laying on his desk remained the same. Perhaps he should take his council's works and start delegating to his ministers. His musings were interested with a sudden rapping on the door.

"Grandfather, may I come in?"

"Enter."

Casually clothed in her nightgown, Anna sauntered into the room with a tray of tea and biscuits. The King noted how much her granddaughter had grown since last summer - The princess's height had exceeded his waistline. Her face had shed baby fat leaving behind a well-defined jawline and accentuated her low cheekbones. Twin french braids tamed her wild red hair with few stubborn strands sticking out at the nape of her neck - something that stayed constant during her adolescence. The younger monarch regarded the King with a slight nod, of which the latter acknowledged with a soft smile. Her granddaughter's presence was definitely a welcoming distraction to his uneasiness. After all, the King deserved a break from a day's hard work.

"I brought some snacks from the kitchen." she said, depositing the tray on the coffee table. "You shouldn't be pulling long nights like this, grandfather. It's not good for your health."

The King arched an eyebrow amused by Anna's remark.

"Bah! I still have a lot of fight left in me, child."

Anna joined him at his desk, handing a cup of Earl Grey tea to the King. He bopped her nose and said, "And you, dear princess, should not fret over these trivial matters. In fact, you should be in bed at this ungodly hour."

"I want to help you Grandfather. I can read through the reports and summarise them for you." she offered. King Runenard chuckled at her granddaughter's glinter of enthusiasm reflected in her Azure eyes.This girl was indeed Agnarr's daughter.The thought of his deceased son pierced the King's heart. He pushed his thoughts away and reprimanded Anna in a regal tone.

"You will do me no good if you are not rested. I can't have the princess conduct herself poorly just because she is missing a few hours of sleep."

Anna pouted with disappointment. Looked like her bribe did not work as she expected. She lowered her head in defeat and bid goodnight. As she turned to leave, a half-opened scroll caught her attention. She couldn't make out the scribbles on the paper but what pulled her in was a diamond shaped flower seal at the bottom. The insignia didn't ring any bell.

"Grandfather, what is this?"

King Runenard snatched the scroll away and placed it back into the holder. Anna's eyes widened when the scroll glowed in bright amber and died in purple hue.

"Nothing of your concern." the King hissed.

Anna retorted, "Normal scrolls don't light by themselves, grandfather. Please, I want to know what it is…"

"Princess Anna!"

His granddaughter's shocked stare instantly made the King regret his action. He pressed his temple in frustration, chastising himself for losing his temper.

It's still too early for Anna to know.

King Runenard rested his hands on Anna's trembling shoulders.

"I'm sorry for raising my voice, Anna. I was afraid that.." he held his tongue and sighed heavily instead. "Ah..Never mind. You will know when the time comes."

Anna stared at his grandfather, bewildered by his reaction. It was a known fact that the King of Arendelle had a temper. The princess had heard stories from the maids on how terrifying her grandfather could be when lashed out. Never had she imagined herself being the receiving end of his wrath. Tears welled in her eyes as she apologised, hoping that her regret would placate her grandfather's anger.

"No, grandfather. It's my fault. I shouldn't have pried…"

"Remember, dearest. Magic is not to be taken lightly. It takes and corrupts good people. As future Queen, I need you to stay vigilant and be prepared for whatever danger it may bring. Argh!"

Before Anna could process his grandfather's words, King Runenard let out a sharp cry and doubled over. Frantic hands slammed against lacquered mahogany for purchase, turning a pile of neatly stacked documents into a flying mess, joining the broken pieces of china scattered across the marbled floor.

"Grandfather!"

Anna rushed to the King's side. She hooked her arms at the crook of his elbow, holding fast onto the elder man as he burst into a fit of hacking coughs. Worried eyes trained on her grandfather's agonised face as he struggled to breathe, thinking of immediate solution.

"Should I call the royal physician?"

"No!"

"But, grandfather…" she retorted, not seeing the reason for his stubbornness. "You're in pain.."

Anna startled as a palm caught her hand and squeezed. King Runenard shook his head.

"It's... no big matter. The pain will disappear.. on its own." the King explained. His convulsing cough had been tamed into occasional wheeze, allowing the man to speak between painful huffs. Without wasting any time, Anna guided King Runenard to his armchair. Her frown deepened watching the King clutched his chest in agony, colour draining from his face by each second. Anna realised her grandfather was not getting better despite his reassurances. Tears streamed down her face as she prayed for his torment to pass.

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Anna's eyes snapped open. Her heart was pounding loudly like a war drum. The sight of a giant antler chandelier hanging from the sangria purple ceiling grounded her to reality.It's just a dream.She rubbed her throbbing temple to relieve the building pressure as blood rushed to her head. Perspiration clung on her skin cooled against the summer air. She cursed mentally when she felt wetness on her cheeks.

"Master?"

Her body stiffened as she registered the voice in her head. The redhead was glad that her back was facing Elsa, providing the necessary cover to hide her moment of weakness. The Queen must not be seen in such a compromising state, more so by her enemy. She took a moment to compose herself, slipping into her authoritative persona.

"It's none of your concern."

"I thought I heard…"

"Enough!"

With lightning speed Anna rolled over to Elsa and pinned her body with hers. She gripped her jaw, forcing the other's head toward her. Frenzied azure bore into frightened teal.

The blonde felt her heart leapt out her chest. She dared not break eye contact with Anna, fearing that it would upset the Queen further. She was paralyzed by Anna's menacing aura, holding her captive. She tried to steady her breath and calm the stirring panic inside her.

"You hear or see nothing of any sort." the Queen warned. Harsh fingers clamped down on Elsa's jaw, earning a strangled gasp from the blonde. "Do you understand me?"

"Yes…"

The Queen loosened her hold and gritted her teeth. It irked her how easily Elsa's pitiful response had extinguished her anger, like water to fire. Anxiety bubbled inside of Anna. Something about the Spirit unnerved her greatly but she could not pinpoint the source. The words of her grandfather projected in her head like a mantra.Magic takes and corrupts.

Anna refused to believe that she was swayed by the Spirit's charms. No one should undermine her authority, not even the most powerful being on Earth who was now caged beneath her. After all, she had a reputation to keep and mistakes like this would ruin her if not corrected.

"Not good enough."

Anna tore away the sheets covering Elsa's lower body, earning an embarrassed squeak from the blonde. Her lips thinned into a fine line when Elsa struggled to fold her legs. Powerful hands grabbed her knees hostage in a vice grip.

"Did you think I would let you go without any punishment, my pet?"

Without any warning, she parted her folds and shoved two digits into her unprepared entrance, earning a howl from the Spirit. She proceeded to ravage her insides relentlessly; punishing fingers twisted and scrapped against Elsa's inner walls with each punctuated movement. Anna watched in delight to see her prey's face contorted in pain from the abuse.

Yes, this is how it should be. No one is superior than me, even you, Spirit.

"Please, Master...It hurts…"

Elsa's broken plea did not stop the Queen from ravishing the writhing body beneath her. Anna's fingers continued to assault her orifice. She carried out her torture methodologically by varying the pace and angle of each thrust, balancing between inflicting pain and drawing pleasure. In one stolen moment, her thumb and forefinger reached out for the engorged nub peeking out from her folds and pinched it hard, making the blonde's body arched backward like a taut crossbow.

Elsa's mind was reeling from the overstimulation. She could feel her control slipping as each minute passed. She was horrified when she felt the muscles of her passage start to spasm involuntarily, eager to swallow Anna's fingers whole. She tried hard to focus on the pain but was thwarted by the Queen's skillful ministrations. Each stroke and touch amplified the magnitude of her arousal like dousing gasoline to the flame. It disgusted Elsa to the core knowing how easily her treacherous body bent to the will of her tormentor. She barely could recognise the series of ragged wanton pants in the background as hers.

Her system went into a shock when Anna suddenly bottomed out, snuffing out the poor blonde's libido. Elsa whined in frustration, missing the sensation of her master's fingers inside her. She unwillingly bucked her hips in futile effort to chase her pleasure. Desperate fingers slid down her thigh to finish what Anna had started. Elsa wanted to break down there and then when the woman stopped her and pinned her hands to the side of her head.

"You are not to touch yourself until I give you permission." she instructed, voice devoid of any emotion; her tone cruel. "Do I make myself clear?"

Another warning squeeze on Elsa's wrist forced her to nod, not wanting the towering woman to inflict more damage. Tears streamed heavily down her flushed cheeks, deeply ashamed of the tingling pleasure coiling in between her legs. It scared her greatly that she actually considered falling to her knees and begged Anna to give her release.

The Queen curved her lips in disdain when she spotted a slight tear near her slave's inflamed entrance, allowing the blood to seep through the crack before mixing with the pooling wetness on the sheet.

How can someone so strong be so fragile?

Anna unclenched her fists and tore herself away from the distraught woman. She watched from the corner of her eye as Elsa slowly raised herself up using her elbows as support. The blonde retreated into a corner on the four poster bed, burrowing her head into her knees.

"What have I ever done to deserve this?" Elsa rasped as her sobs grew harder.

Anna knew that she should not be affected by Elsa's words but she was. Looking at how vulnerable the Spirit was made Anna's killer instincts falter. The urge to relent her dominance on her slave overwhelmed her so greatly that the Queen pried her eyes from Elsa.

Anna draped a night robe around herself and headed to the exit. She couldn't trust herself with Elsa right now.

"Stay where you are."

The heavy door slammed shut with a tone of finality.

Anna felt that she could breathe once she stepped out of the room. She ran her hand over her damp tresses, pressing her throbbing temple. She knew better than letting Elsa's last words get to her yet somehow it deeply affected the Queen. The image of the broken Spirit played inside her mind over and over, like a broken recorder.

Snap out of it, Anna. She's just messing with your head. Remember what grandfather said, magic takes and corrupts the good.

Anna made her way to her office, her place of sanctuary whenever the Queen was troubled. Seeing the stack of papers lying on her desk having a calming effect on her. Without wasting any time, she grabbed her quill and started working through documents. The thought of Elsa was purged away as the night dragged on. Yet, subsciously she missed the blonde's warmth.

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"Your Majesty."

Anna smacked her dried lips as she struggled to rouse from sleep. She cracked her eyelids open and saw a double vision of a black man standing in front of her. She blinked a few times trying to adjust to the brightness of the morning sun.

"General Mattias?"

"Good morning, Your Majesty. Fancy seeing you here."

By here, he meant holing up in her study room sleeping like a dead log on her favourite ottoman sofa bed. Her limbs felt numb after dangling over the hard cushion for hours without moving. The man seemed unperturbed watching the Queen adjusting her night robe.

"What time is it?" she asked, wiping off drool from the corner of her mouth.

"Fifteen minutes past ten."

"What?!" Anna jumped comically off the ottoman she was lying on. A strong hand caught her before the Queen lost her balance.

"Woah! Careful there. Wouldn't want to bruise your face on your first war meeting council of the month."

"Thanks, General Mattias."

"You and I know that there are no formalities between us." He handed the Queen a fresh set of clothing. She smiled warmly back to her father figure. This man had practically raised her since she was little.

"I'll keep that in mind."

"Hurry now. The ministers have been stalled for long enough. Make sure you are at the throne room in the next ten minutes or risk having chocolate supplies being omitted for your lunch menu later."

The Queen glared at the laughing man as he walked away. She took a quick glance at the scroll and let out a heavy sigh.

Today's going to be a long day.