The morning after the masquerade ball, Anna woke up feeling warm and fuzzy all over. She yawned loudly and rose to a sitting position in her bed, her auburn hair strewn wildly about her face. Still yawning, her mouth open wide, Anna removed the hand that had comfortably nestled itself between her legs some time during the night while she slept and stretched her body out, raising her arms high above her head and wincing as aching muscles cried in protest.
That's funny, she groggily thought, I feel like I've been through a rigorous workout. She scratched her head, puzzling over what it was she had done the night before that had gotten her so sore…
Her hand entangled itself within her hair as she blinked and then suddenly she gasped, the memories of her time with the beautiful stranger flooding back to her like a tidal wave. Wrenching her hand free, and with a sudden burst of energy, Anna launched herself out of bed and promptly fell flat on her face, her feet constricted by the blankets and sheets that had somehow wrapped around them. She hurriedly wrestled herself free and rushed straight to her bathroom, where on the floor she found what appeared to be a pile of leaves and a flattened bird— her dress and the headpiece she wore to the ball. Lifting the dress to examine it closely, she flipped it around to check out the back and noticed the tears made from the tree when she'd slid down its length. Her lips spread into an enormous smile and she hugged the dress, squealing with delight. The experience she had the night before was oh so deliciously real!
Giggling uncontrollably, Anna threw the dress back on the ground and plopped herself in front of the mirror. Picking up her hairbrush, she brushed her outrageous hair till it was tame enough to braid and went to work, whistling happily as she did so. While her fingers expertly twisted her hair into two single braids, Anna noticed the mark left on her neck and leaned forward to get a better look. Touching the area gently, she remembered how she got it and was lost momentarily in the memory. She sighed contentedly, dreamily gazing at her reflection until a knock coming from her bedroom door snapped her out of her stupor.
"Princess Anna?" a male voice called, followed by three solid knocks. "Princess Anna, are you awake?"
Anna poked her head into her room so her voice could be heard loud and clear. "Yes, I'm awake!" She added, so only her ears could hear, "For once." It was very rare for her to be up so early. Normally she stayed in bed till it was close to lunch time.
The disembodied voice informed her, "Breakfast will be ready in ten minutes, Your Highness. Will you be attending?"
"Yes! Yes, I will. Thanks!" she answered.
"Very good."
Anna listened to the retreating footsteps and returned to her previous task, admiring the love marks that decorated her neck. There was no disguising what the marks clearly were and she realized she would need to cover them up to avoid attracting any attention. If Elsa she knew what her little sister had gotten into at the ball she would be horrified. Her entire face reddened as she pictured Elsa's reaction in her head.
"You can't have sex with someone you just met," Elsa would say in her stoic, queenly demeanor.
And what could Anna possibly say to that? She couldn't very well use the true love line. Anna wasn't foolish enough to believe that whole love at first sight crap anymore anyway, not after the Hans incident. Though she was beginning to wonder if the current situation she put herself in was really any better. Sure, she didn't sleep with Hans but at least she knew his name and saw what he physically looked like. She literally knew nothing about the person she gave herself to last night. On the other hand, the woman she was with didn't try to kill her either.
What are you doing? she chided herself, scrubbing her face with her hands irritably. Why are you comparing Hans with her and why the hell are you feeling guilty about it all of a sudden? It happened, it was the best experience EVER and it will never happen again. Get dressed, go down to breakfast, and when Elsa pops the question, tell her you had a great time at the ball without mentioning the REALLY great part and be happy!
Taking her own great advice, Anna finished her customary twin braids and dressed herself quickly. She tied a ribbon around her neck, ensuring it totally concealed the marks, and once she was done she threw open the door to her room and walked out. She was ready to strut her way down to the dining room when something caught the corner of her eye and she stopped. On a small table next to her door sat a vase full of purple flowers. They were likely put there by Olaf, who loved flowers immensely. Ever since he began living with them in the castle he appointed himself the official royal gardener. Every now and then he would pick flowers and plant them around the castle so everybody could enjoy them.
Anna didn't have the slightest idea what the flowers she found before her were called, but seeing them reminded her instantly of her garden adventure and she plucked them up excitedly to admire them up close. The stems were much longer than she anticipated though, so when she pulled the flowers up and out of the vase, the stem ends hit the rim, causing the vase to rock on the table before it tipped over completely. The vase rolled off and crashed to the floor, scattering glass and water everywhere.
It all happened so fast, but to Anna it felt like it was in slow motion.
Still as a statue, Anna checked to see if anyone was around to witness the accident. When she was sure there were no witnesses she set the flowers on the table and walked a few feet down the hallway to where a nice rug lay, dragging it closer to the wreckage. Using the side of her foot, she carefully swept the glass onto the rug and then rolled it up to prevent any pieces from falling out and used the rest of the rug to soak up the water. Once all the water was gone she carefully brought the damp, bundled rug into her room and stashed it into the far corner of her closet, where seven other similarly rolled up rugs were also being kept.
She was now past the point of being a serial vase killer… albeit an accidental one. Whoever thought it was a good idea to put fragile objects anywhere close to the clumsy princess's bedroom door made a big mistake. And to keep replacing said breakable objects after the previous ones kept miraculously disappearing was an even bigger mistake… She would have to talk to someone about that.
Returning to the hallway, she did a quick once over, and once she was certain all traces of the broken vase was out of sight, she grabbed the now vase-less flowers and not at all suspiciously went downstairs to the dining room to have breakfast with the queen.
Anna cheerily burst into the dining room with the flowers presented in front of her and shouted exuberantly, "Good morning!"
Elsa was standing by the windows waiting for Anna's entrance, watching the fluffy white clouds float lazily by in the blue sky outside. Hearing her sister's voice, she turned to greet her and quirked her lips up, noticing the flowers in the princess's hands. "What's with the flowers?"
"Flowers?" Anna looked at her hands and the flowers clutched in them, which despite having only happened a few minutes ago, she completely forget all about. "Oh! Right! Ha. Flowers."
Elsa motioned for a servant to take the flowers from Anna. The servant quickly fetched a new vase, setting it down on the table they were going to be eating breakfast at and placing the flowers in their new home.
Her body brimming with overwhelming excitement, Anna hurled herself at her sister, wrapping her in a tight hug. She did it partly to hide the guilt on her face due to breaking the vase, but mostly because she loved every chance she got to be close to Elsa again after the many years they spent apart. It didn't hurt that she always got a thrilling rush when she touched her sister. "I found them… somewhere and thought they were nice so I brought them with me so we could enjoy them together."
"Uh huh." The queen buried her face in Anna's hair, discreetly breathing in her lovely, savory scent as they hugged. "I thought you hated flowers," she said confused. Finding herself getting too comfortable with the hug, Elsa reluctantly broke it off. She heard Anna grumble in frustration as they parted, though she wasn't sure why the princess made the noise. Or maybe it was her stomach she had heard?
"I don't hate flowers. How can I hate something so pretty?" Anna said, her eyes lighting up when she noticed her sister's hair was in the down braid she loved so much. It's like she read my mind, she thought happily as her hand reached for the platinum tress and petted its softness. "I'm just not fond of their smell, is all," she explained, bringing the hair to her cheek, her eyes closing as the silky blonde strands stroked her skin. It felt incredible, like the caress of feathers. "Mmm."
Elsa's voice jammed in her throat as she silently watched her sister's action. While she was certain it was an innocent display on Anna's part, it was rather unsettling for the queen as it seemed so… intimate, and she didn't want her to stop. It seemed like they were that way for minutes, even though it was really only a few seconds, and Elsa's body temperature started rising significantly. She finally managed to clear her throat loudly, startling Anna out of her reverie.
She must be exhausted from the party last night, Elsa figured, finding a logical reason behind her sister's odd behavior. She placed her hands on Anna's shoulders and steered her towards the dining table, hoping her sister wouldn't notice the trembling in her hands.
Embarrassed, Anna let herself be guided, hoping her sister didn't notice how much she was shaking. Jeez, what had she been doing? She totally lost herself in her sister's hair. But what hair to get lost in… Was it possible to drown in someone else's hair? It wasn't an unpleasant thought. Although… now that she thought about it, hadn't she already lost herself while gripping hair with the same texture last night? The color and the feel of it was practically identical to that of the woman's if her memory served her well. If she had more experience with both she would say they were one and the same, but… that was just silly. They weren't the same at all, just eerily similar. And while she'd never see the woman again, her sister would always be around so her luscious hair would be accessible to her if she desired to touch it.
Making a habit out of fondling her own sister's hair more often sounded like a wonderful idea…
"What the hell?" Anna mouthed, taking her seat at the table while Elsa took her own at the opposite end. Plates loaded with eggs and steak were served to the young royals and Elsa politely thanked the servants delivering their meal, dismissing them so the sisters could eat and talk in private. Anna gripped her fork and knife, her brows furrowed with concern at the totally strange thoughts she was having regarding her sister. "Shut up," she told her befuddled brain.
"Did you say something?" Elsa inquired, her fork poised to bring a perfectly cut slab of steak to her mouth.
"No," Anna answered quickly. With one elbow on the table, Anna propped her head up in her hand and played with her food before she mechanically started eating.
The room was strangely uncomfortably quiet aside from the clinking of silverware against glass, some rather obnoxious chewing on Anna's part, and the sisters' combined breathing. Elsa sensed the rather unusual tension between them and decided to be the first to break it. "So," she began with a genuine smile, "how was it?"
Surprised, Anna missed her open mouth and stabbed herself in the cheek with the egg impaled on her fork and stared at Elsa, blinking rapidly. "The sex?"
Taken aback by Anna's words, Elsa's head shot up fast and all traces of color drained from her face. Her mouth gaped open as her manners flew right out the window, exposing the food she had been in the process of chewing. "What?" Steak escaped from her mouth and plopped back onto the plate with a wet thump and her fingers lost their grasp on her fork, which slipped and fell to the plate with a clatter and then bounced off the table.
Seeing her sister in such an unflattering position would have made Anna burst out laughing had the situation been different. But what Anna wanted to do instead was smack herself in the face for being such an idiot and spewing out the one thing she wasn't supposed to. She was positively mortified! Did she really think Elsa was asking her about that?
It's okay, I can fix this. Eyes innocently wide, Anna responded right back with, "What?" So clever…
The room had grown incredibly cold and Elsa looked aghast. "Did you… I'm sorry, I don't think I heard right. What did you say?"
Shit. Think of something! Anna stammered, "I- I said, um… the sets! Yes! The decorations and stuff. Was that what you were asking about?" She numbly found her glass of freshly squeezed orange juice and stole a quick sip to cure her parched throat. "I was so distracted by this amazingly delicious breakfast that I must have missed what you asked, sorry," she said, giggling nervously.
"Oh… Ooh!" Elsa laughed timidly and some of the tension released from her body as she exhaled explosively. Gradually, the room regained its normal temperature and she hoped Anna didn't pick up on the shift.
But the change obviously didn't go unnoticed by the princess. Anna's questioning eyes stared back at her. Needing to get out of her sister's line of sight for a moment to compose herself, Elsa quickly found an excuse. "I… dropped my fork." She pushed back her chair and looked around the floor for the object.
"Just leave it and have a servant bring you another one, Elsa."
"No, no. It's fine. The floors are squeaky clean," Elsa said lightly, her eyes busily scanning the floor and not seeing the utensil. It must have gone underneath the table, she realized.
Anna sighed and said slowly, "Okay, but that's not the point. A queen such as yourself shouldn't be scrounging around for a fork that fell on the floor."
Elsa ignored her. "It's under the table so give me a second." She dropped to her hands and knees, lifting the table cloth and peering under.
"I can get it for you if you really, really desperately need this specific fork," Anna said dryly, amused.
"No, I got it," Elsa insisted. Seeing no trace of the elusive fork, she crawled underneath the table to continue her search and took a moment to admire the cleanliness of the floor. It was definitely clean enough to eat off of if someone really wanted to. She made a mental note to commend those responsible for the chore then returned to the task at hand. Her eyes traveled up and she soon realized her little trip under the table had been a really bad idea. "Oh, no," she squeaked.
She should have listened to Anna and left the damn fork alone. But no, she just had to go and retrieve it. Of course, she had no way of knowing the item would somehow mysteriously land not only underneath the table, but all the way at the opposite side where it rested directly below Anna's feet. Elsa could have taken the fork and returned to her seat with no issues and their breakfast could have resumed normally, but she found that what lay before her was too tempting to resist…
Anna's dress was hiked up high enough that her left calf was uncovered, and she wasn't wearing any stockings or tights which left her bare skin exposed. Her right leg was hidden, crossed over the top of her left leg, only a jiggling shoe-covered foot peeking out from the skirt. Elsa crept closer, drawn to her sister's legs as if she were a moth hypnotized by a flame. The foot continued shaking up and down as if taunting Elsa. Impulsively, she reached out and took hold of the teasing foot, the fork long forgotten. Elsa's mind was now focused on something much more important.
The princess gasped out in surprise from the unexpected touch. "Elsa? What are you doing?" She felt her leg being pulled down from its position and her shoe being removed. Anna wriggled her freed toes and laughed hesitantly, shifting in her seat. "You're not going to tickle me, are you?" she asked nervously.
Well, that wasn't Elsa's plan but she couldn't be faulted if what she was about to do was ticklish to her sister. With Anna's leg stretched out before her, Elsa allowed her fingers to thoroughly feel the tanned, lean muscles. Anna was into outdoorsy activities and spent most of her time enjoying the sun, and it certainly showed. "You have beautiful legs," she complimented, lowering her head and kissing the tips of Anna's toes one by one.
"Than— oh." Anna sucked in her breath at the touch of warm lips on her feet. "E-Elsa?"
"Shh." Elsa peppered light kisses up Anna's leg, stopping at the knee where the dress skirt prevented her from progressing further. Elsa pushed the skirt up higher to get it out of her way and returned to her first position, but this time with the other leg. She tossed the shoe covering Anna's left foot aside and resumed planting kisses from her toes to her knee, only stopping the second time to pry apart the princess's legs. Instinctively, Anna started to close them, but Elsa swiftly positioned herself between them to prevent her access from being denied. The kisses continued, Elsa's hot breath getting closer and closer to Anna's inner thighs. Once again, her progress was delayed by the most offending cloth she'd ever faced in her life.
"Elsa… wha… what are you doing?" Anna breathed out hoarsely, her hands gripping the edge of the table.
Elsa paused and felt around the floor until her hand connected with the item she had intended to acquire earlier. "I'm going to kiss you," she stated nonchalantly.
Anna's blood pounded in her head and she gulped audibly. "You… what?"
"Don't move." Using the fork, Elsa hooked the prongs onto the material hiding the prize that she so desperately yearned for, being especially careful not to poke her sister, and yanked it hard enough to tear the fabric. She dropped the fork quickly and finished tearing the rest with her hands. Eventually what remained of the shredded panties followed the path of the fork. Triumphant, Elsa mutely gazed in awe at the treasure before her. She closed her eyes and inhaled the musky scent of her sister, nostrils flaring delightedly. The legs that entrapped her trembled with anticipation, and she grinned, barely able to contain her own eagerness.
Gripping her sister's hips, Elsa fully realized the position she was in and knew there was no going back. There was only one thing left for her to do. Closing her eyes, she brought her lips to meet those that were much warmer and incredibly wetter.
Anna gasped at the contact and balled the tablecloth into her tightly formed fists, nearly jumping out of her seat, but her sister's firm grasp on her hips kept her in place. She fought back a moan.
The intoxicating scent of Anna's obvious arousal was so strong and pungent, Elsa feared she wouldn't be able to finish what she barely started due to her losing consciousness from excitement overload. Reluctantly, she backed off to give her body the oxygen it needed and heard Anna release a strangled, frustrated cry, which added more fuel to Elsa's growing lust.
With renewed breath, Elsa dove forward and licked along her sister's slit, tasting her dripping nectar. Head spinning, she delicately nipped and sucked each fleshy fold before delving deeper between them. Her tongue swirled teasingly around Anna's rigid nub.
Anna was unable to restrain her moans any longer and let them free. Pressing her hands against the back of Elsa's head in an attempt to bring her closer, she emitted sounds of encouragement, informing Elsa she was doing the right thing and urging her on. Elsa gladly continued her administrations with her tongue, her hands quickly joining in on the action, tenderly caressing and loving the womanly features that belonged to her sister. She deftly slipped a few fingers inside Anna's opening, the slickness of her juices allowing her fingers to glide in smoothly.
"Oh, Elsa! Elsa!" Anna screamed her name, not caring if anyone heard, the pleasure so powerful it overrode any rational thought. She squeezed her thighs against Elsa's head as her body tensed, getting ready to release.