Elsa couldn't sleep.
She spent the whole night tossing and turning, hoping to find a position comfortable enough so she could drift off into that elusive slumber. But her overworking brain and sexually charged body would have none of that. She couldn't seem to get over what she'd done at the ball and was continuously re-analyzing each moment as if to make sense of what happened.
The queen had gone to the masquerade ball with the full intention of having a good time, as per Anna's suggestion. For one night she didn't have to be Arendelle's queen and was free of any and all worries. She was just part of the crowd, a regular, ordinary person like everyone else, and no one would have guessed otherwise. Truly it was a wonderful experience for Elsa. She was included in many pleasant conversations with her people and guests from visiting kingdoms, and she heard quite a few interesting stories. Some of the stories were about herself, and while most of them were good, there were a few that did set her teeth on edge. It was hard, but she bit back any remarks she itched to make in response to those that spoke of her so negatively and kept the coldness that threatened to seep out of her pores at bay so as not to give herself away.
Aside from those brief spurts of unpleasantness, the majority of the night was highly enjoyable and she was extremely happy that Anna had approached her with the idea. Hoping Anna was having as much fun as she was, she tried to locate her younger sister to see how she was faring and to thank her for the splendid idea. Unfortunately, Elsa had no luck finding her. There were too many disguised people around and she didn't have the faintest idea of what Anna was wearing. It was Anna's choice for them to keep their outfits a secret from each other, and Elsa supposed it was for the best since she was certain the two of them would have likely stayed by each other's side the whole night and thus given themselves away.
Elsa continued searching for Anna a bit more before her growling stomach distracted her, loudly reminding her she hadn't bothered to put anything inside it since early that morning. She had been too busy making sure the preparations for the ball went smoothly to stop and eat something. So with her grumbling tummy demanding to be fed, she walked to the table where all the food was setup. The aromas of the various delicacies available wafted up to her eager nose and her mouth watered.
But instead of food greeting her she was confronted with an outstretched hand and an invitingly devilish grin, and at that point Elsa had to make an important decision. She decided it wouldn't have been nice to ignore the offer presented to her. Her stomach made it this far, it could hold off on food a little while longer.
The night went from great to amazing the second her hand interlocked with the female's and she was drawn into a lovely dance. It started out innocent enough, but as the dance progressed, Elsa became perfectly attuned to the girl's quickening breaths and how her eyes focused almost longingly on her lips. She watched as the girl's tongue slowly slipped out and traced her own lips exquisitely, and the best part was that the girl was clearly unaware she was doing it. But that small action was what spurred Elsa forward, and before she knew it she had the girl melting under the special care of her magical hands...
After sharing an intensely intimate moment with the dazzling girl, Elsa regretfully left her as quickly as possible. Truth be told she didn't want to just leave her alone so abruptly. It was extremely inconsiderate, but she didn't have a choice. Remaining any longer with her would have put her at risk of being discovered. So the queen retreated to her room, her mind in disbelief of what had transpired but her body thrumming with happiness, trying to tell her brain that it happened and it had been so daring and awesome and wonderful.
That had been hours ago.
Elsa sat up in bed, throwing the covers off of herself. There was no use laying in bed when she was still so worked up. Clearly she wouldn't be getting rest any time soon. She lit the candle by her bedside and the faint flickering light illuminated a small painted portrait of her sister on the table. Elsa picked it up, a soft smile immediately spreading to her lips.
Oh, Anna. Elsa laughed out loud knowing that Anna would have been proud to hear that she had been spontaneous. Kissing the picture lovingly, she placed it back in its spot and dangled her legs off the side of her bed, her bare toes inches from touching the floor. She had every intention of going to the bathroom to freshen up early for the new day, but Anna's gaze stopped her from going anywhere. She bit her lip and wondered how Anna would really react if she found out about her little escapade with another woman, and a stranger at that!
Picking up the candle, Elsa finally stood and walked the short distance to her private bathroom, seriously contemplating on whether or not to tell Anna about her eventful night. The sisters had gone right back into the sisterly swing of things once they were reunited as if the years of separation never happened, and not keeping secrets from each other was pretty much an unspoken rule between them. But… surely this was an exception? Anna didn't really need to know about her sexual rendezvous and she probably wouldn't want to know about it anyway.
She decided to keep it to herself. It was a harmless secret so not telling Anna about it wouldn't be that big of a deal, and at least it wasn't as bad or as big of a secret like her powers… or her true feelings for her sister.
Elsa loved Anna with all her heart and soul. She always loved her, and not one day did she ever stop loving her. Even if she shut her little sister out all those years ago, even if she purposely avoided her, she did it out of love. She didn't want to hurt her, even though by shutting her out she had done just that. It was ironic how her fear of hurting her sister was what almost killed her in the first place. But their impenetrable love prevailed and saved them both in the end.
Love was such a complicated thing…
Unfortunately for Elsa, her love for her sister was not just a normal, sisterly kind of love. It had blossomed into something way more than that. She noticed her peculiar feelings for Anna on the day of her coronation. So many things happened on that infamous day, but one moment in particular— aside from when she thought she lost Anna for good— was vividly stuck at the forefront of her mind ever since.
It was the moment she laid eyes on her sister again for the first time in years…
Elsa finished the last touches necessary for her hair and examined herself in the mirror. Her blonde hair was done in an intricate bun, and she was wearing the same dress her mother had worn at her own coronation, with a flowing purple cape trailing behind her. The woman she saw in the mirror was the same woman she always saw when she looked into it, but today there was a discernible difference gleaming in her eyes. Normally they were full of fear and worry, but right at that moment they were much calmer, and her brows were set in determination. Today was the day she had to leave her room and embrace the fact that she was to be the queen of Arendelle.
As the queen there would be no more hiding behind a locked door. She had spent most of her life secluding herself from the world out of necessity, and now she had to enter society again after so long. The thought made Elsa so nervous and the temperature in the room dropped considerably. Worry returned to her blue eyes and her brows furrowed as she raised her hands, sheathed in green gloves, and wondered if she could safely contain her issue. She tried so very hard… but some days were harder than others. She clenched her hands into tight fists and hoped she wouldn't make a fool of herself in front of all of Arendelle.
She crossed her room and reached for the knob of her door. Hesitating, she closed her eyes and breathed in deeply, releasing it in a slow, long exhale. She silently chanted her longtime motto her father had taught her as her hand turned the knob and she stepped out of her room. Elsa told herself everything would be fine as she walked down a long hallway. As long as she wore her gloves she would be…
Elsa stopped short in front of the Great Hall when she heard the unmistakable sound of her sister's voice. Hearing that voice through her locked door throughout the years, especially as a child, was the one thing she looked forward to every day. It boosted her spirits immensely. But as they grew older, Anna spent less time outside her door, which made Elsa try harder to get better at controlling her powers so her ears could listen to that voice free of obstruction whenever she wanted.
Now she had nothing in the way to block the noise her eardrums craved to hear. She perked up when she realized the younger girl was not simply talking, she was singing! And standing where Elsa was, listening to that sweet, melodic voice sing… it was without a doubt the most beautiful sound she'd ever heard in her life.
Elsa smiled sadly. When was the last time she'd actually physically seen her sister? The years before and after their parents' deaths all she saw of Anna was a small glimpse here and there whenever she dared to venture out of her room, like a flash of her reddish-brown hair or a flailing limb. It had been too long and she had a strong urge to see Anna again. All she had to do was stick her head inside the room.
Cautiously, she peered inside, and when she saw Anna in full view after so long her heart swelled with happiness. The princess had certainly grown into a beautiful young woman.
Anna was too busy dancing and singing in a world of her own so Elsa was able to watch her undetected. She rested her head and hands against the door frame as her eyes remained fixated on her prancing little sister. She watched in fascination as Anna spun gracefully in her dress, her skirts fanning out around her, and as she danced and sang to her heart's content, her hands grabbed onto purple drapes that she expertly wrapped around her body. Elsa felt like she was coming down with a fever as her face grew terribly warm all of a sudden and an odd sensation struck her abdomen when Anna lounged against the wall and rolled her shoulders in what could only be described as a provocative manner. She hardly noticed when the twirling tassels of the drapes smacked her sister in the face as she'd grown incredibly lightheaded and sweaty, and her hands tingled with the unexpected emergence of her powers.
Elsa pushed herself back from the open doorway and hurried away, leaving a trail of frost in her wake, trying to make sense of the strange feeling she experienced. It was not a foreign feeling to her. Being confined to her room for so long, Elsa had plenty of time to read, and she particularly enjoyed romance books because it made her feel… good. But to experience the same feelings while in the presence of her sister? While watching her? She forced her mind to forget what she'd seen and focused on the issue of her gloves needing to come off and controlling her powers for the upcoming ceremony.
But in the current state she was in, she had a sinking feeling she was doomed.
Returning back to the present, Elsa shook her head and started removing her nightgown and underclothes, wanting to think about anything other than her sister. That was easier said than done. If she was completely honest with herself, the whole reason she seduced the girl at the ball was because she needed to get Anna off her mind and she thought the girl was a perfect outlet. The problem was the whole time she was with the girl all she could think about was Anna, and with the help of the mask it was too easy to picture the girl writhing beneath her as her sister. Hell, the girl had felt exactly the way Elsa imagined Anna would feel, so soft and warm and deliciously wet. And the sounds she'd made…
"Stop!" she groaned irritably, slapping a hand over her face and reminding herself it wasn't Anna her hands had the pleasure of touching. But… was there really any harm in imagining otherwise? Thinking it was different than actually acting on it, right?
No, it was wrong no matter how she looked at it. Anna was her innocent little sister and to even think of defiling her in such a way was blasphemous. Glaring at her naked reflection in the full length mirror just outside the entrance to her bathroom, in an attempt to halt anymore dirty thoughts about her sister, Elsa said aloud, "Enough." The mirror fogged up briefly at her sharp tone, as if a cool breath had been blown upon it. The fog crackled and frosted over and large cracks formed across the smooth reflective surface.
Elsa winced and frowned, her fingers lightly skimming over the broken glass. Sighing, she decided it was a good idea to take a long, chilling bath to get her thoughts back in order.