Dear Queen Elsa of Arendelle,

You don't know me. Well, actually, that's not true. You do know me! In fact we see each other everyday and-

"No." Anna sighed heavily and snatched the piece of paper she was writing on off the table and crushed it into a messy ball, tossing it unceremoniously over her shoulder to join the numerous crumpled balls of paper that were growing at an alarming rate around her.

It was past midnight and she was sitting in the library trying to conjure up a decent letter. It was to be a letter expressing her feelings for Elsa but she had to word it properly and make it so Elsa wouldn't immediately guess or know who it was from. The problem was, every attempt she made had her name written all over it. She had figured she'd wing it and write what came to her mind, but when she put her thoughts to actual paper it turned out to be a chaotic mess. She churned out failure after failure after failure.

She needed to get it right.

Anna set down the quill and stretched. Her bones cracked, reminding her that she hadn't moved from her position for hours, so intent on writing was she. She was tired and very hungry, her stomach rumbling loud and clear, expressing how angry it was for being neglected so long. Her legs tingled as if stabbed with thousands of tiny needles and she slapped the feeling back into them while she surveyed her mess.

"Oh damn," she said frowning at her carelessness. All around her was evidence that needed to be disposed of immediately.

Anna gathered the paper balls into one enormous pile by the fireplace. Sitting lotus style on the floor in front of the crackling flames, she threw her collection of balls into the heat one by one and watched as they were consumed greedily. The last ball disappeared into the fire and she leaned back on her hands and contemplated on whether she should take a break. Her stomach certainly would hate her less if she gave it something, even a piece of chocolate. The kitchen would be empty, the servants having long retired to their rooms, so she'd have no issues pilfering something if she so desired. Perhaps she could even hunt around for some krumkake?

No, she decided. She couldn't take a break just yet. Not even the possibility of krumkake could remove her from this important task. Anna rose from her spot on the floor and returned to her seat, picking up the quill and rolling it between her fingers as she stared at the new blank page before her. She dipped the quill into the inkwell and pressed the newly inked tip against the paper, marring its cleanliness. This time she took the time to think about the words she wrote instead of carelessly scribbling the first thing that came to mind.

Hello,

I write this letter to be read by the beautiful Queen Elsa of Arendelle's eyes only.

Anna chewed on the inside of her cheek. Well, it was a start and sounded better than the way she started her previous attempts. She continued on.

I cannot tell you my name but you will learn it in time.

I know you and you know me. We realized each other one special night, a night that I hope you think back on as fondly as I do. It was the night of the masquerade ball that you were so generous to throw at your residence. It's a night that I shall always cherish, because it is the night I got to experience what it feels like to be in the arms of an angel.

That angel was you.

Being with you that unforgettable night has opened my eyes and greatly lifted my spirits. It's made me hopeful of the future ahead. I feel you should know that even before out intimate time together I have always admired you. You've always meant the world to me, now even more so.

Your laugh is like sunshine. When unleashed unbridled in its full glory it showers all who are lucky to experience it with a wave of happiness.

Your hair is fair and soft as an adult swan's down. I dream to run my hands through those strands. I cry inside when they are restrained. Hair as beautiful as yours should be allowed to flow freely, much like a bird should not be caged so it can spread its wings and fly.

Your skin is flawless and smooth as the ice you're able to create so effortlessly, but lacking the coldness, instead radiating comforting warmth. How I wish more than anything to feel that wonderful warm skin against my own, without the presence of clothes in the way.

Your eyes

As she progressed with her letter, thinking of her sister's features and all that was great about her- and when it came down to Elsa, who was clearly the epitome of perfection, everything about her was great- a growing pressure built up between her legs, distracting her from her work. Anna squeezed her thighs together. She was amazed at how turned on she was at the mere thought of her sister, believing that actions more than pictures or words could excite her that way.

When Anna was a teenager she had discovered the secret raunchy section in the library and indulged in reading those kinds of books, enjoying the sensations the words brought to her body. But over time those feelings lessened and died down until the magical words that once stirred her body into action no longer held any power and were just words in a book, her body desensitized to them. After that, only her dreams awakened those urges in her, and she was never fully aware to actually enjoy the feelings, nor could she remember every detail about the particular dreams in question. The little details she did remember usually involved a prince charming and often ended hot and heavy, causing her to wake up in a sweat.

Anna's eyes widened, a realization dawning on her. In her dreams the princes weren't always princes. In fact, more often than not they were princesses. Princesses that usually possessed qualities of her sister. She remembered waking up after having those specific dreams, pondering the meaning behind them. She had chalked it down to the fact that she had seen so little of Elsa back then and it was a way of coping. Was she subconsciously trying to tell herself she wanted Elsa in more than just a sisterly way even then? Was she that naive to see it?

I see it now, she thought with a chuckle. She dropped her eyes to her letter and was very satisfied with what she saw so far. Unfortunately, if she didn't quench the urge that plagued her body she wouldn't be able to finish it. She placed the quill flat on the table and reclined in her chair. Anna's hand ducked under her dress and traveled into her panties while her other hand glided into her top.

Elsa headed toward the library with a book grasped in her hand. Her intention was to exchange the current book she had for another. The last few days had left her sleepless and so she hoped to find a good book to get lost in and read herself to sleep. She already had her mind on one book in particular, "The Spanish Pearl." It was one of her favorites. It was an exciting read and she doubted she would ever get tired of it. But Elsa had read it so many times that the cover was starting to fall off, the pages loosening. She would have to see about finding a replacement copy.

She reached the closed library door and twisted the knob, swinging the door open. Elsa entered the library noiselessly, her nose lifting instinctively to deeply inhale the musty smell of books, one of her favorite scents. She noticed the fireplace was blazing and her heart jumped when she spotted Anna at the table. She started to speak, to greet her sister and inquire as to why she was here at such a late hour but she froze, her mouth suspended open when she realized what exactly the Princess was doing.

Anna's eyes were shut, head back, tongue moistening her pursed lips. Her tongue was quickly replaced with her teeth, biting her bottom lip as her hands intensely lavished attention to her nether region and upper body.

Frost spread across the floor around Elsa despite the fact that her face burned as brightly as the fire behind her sister's back. Her right hand twitched reflexively. Why did Anna have to do such a thing in the library of all places? The privacy of her room would have been a better idea, much safer. She crushed the book to her chest to quell her suddenly out of control heart. Anna didn't notice her yet and she wanted to keep it that way, so she carefully and quietly backed to the door, ignoring her brain that screamed at her to stay and watch while her body eagerly agreed. It took great effort to keep her feet moving in the opposite direction, away from Anna. She would not, could not intrude on such a private moment. She wasn't a creeper.

Averting her gaze, Elsa fumbled for the knob and slipped out of the library. As soon as the door was shut she leaned heavily against it, trying to catch her breath and steady her racing heart. The book thumped to the floor and she made no attempt to pick it up.

Despite not wanting to spy, Elsa couldn't make herself walk away and remained plastered to the door. If she listened carefully she could hear Anna's excited breathing. Elsa could picture vividly what she was doing to herself and she desperately wanted to be that hand stroking her center, excruciatingly so. She fought the temptation to barge back in and take charge. She would not lose control.

Conceal it, she told herself. Feel it, but don't let it show.

Her eyes scanned the empty hall. The servants should have retired to their rooms, all of them fast asleep by now. Pressing her ear against the door to listen to the soft sounds coming from her sister, her body quivering with sudden need, Elsa slipped a hand under her nightgown and tended to her throbbing core. Panting quietly, her hand worked herself vigorously and the pleasure climbed significantly. It didn't take long before she exploded, Anna's name flying from her mouth unrestrained as she did so. She would have fallen to her knees if the door wasn't there to support her.

Her shaking body depleted of energy, Elsa waited for her legs to regain the ability to support the weight of her body without the door's help before pushing away and stumbling off to her room in a stupor.

Anna climaxed into her hand with a shuddering groan and collapsed in her chair. Before reaching her release Anna imagined hearing Elsa call her name, her voice heavy with desire, and it sent her over the edge instantly. Slumped where she lay, waiting for the tremors coursing through her body to fade, fully content now that she'd taken care of the deed, Anna lazily eyed the paper. Sitting up with renewed energy, she picked up her quill and continued her letter where she'd left off.

Your turquoise eyes are so passionate. I wish to never see them project pain or fear, only unending happiness, love, and desire.

And last but never least, your lips. Tender, and promising a world of indescribable pleasure, I ache to feel their caress once more upon my own.

I know you are reading this and trying to make sense out of it. I know it's a lot to take in, and quite frankly, this isn't something that can be said through a piece of paper alone, which is why we need to meet face to face. Meet me by the large tree in the royal garden at midnight on the day you receive this letter.

I look forward to seeing you.

How should she sign it? Anna nibbled the feather of the quill, thinking, and made a face at the nasty, dusty taste left in her mouth. Admirer? Lover? She decided on the latter and signed it at the bottom of the paper, adding the word secret in front of it.

Anna scanned her letter and wondered if it was too much or too corny… But it came from her heart so she left it as it was for now. Her handwriting was sloppy and was unmistakably Anna, but it was only a rough copy. With the real copy she would take extra special care to make sure her handwriting was as neat as the print from a book, or at least close to it. Before that happened she'd have to do some revising, but her drooping lids were telling her it was time to quit for the night. She'd put the finishing touches on it tomorrow.

Folding her letter neatly, Anna stood and tucked it safely under her arm and put out the fire in the fireplace. "One step almost complete," she said. But the letter was undoubtedly the easiest part. Actually meeting with Elsa face to face would be the hard part. The letter was just an excuse to prolong the inevitable.

She walked across the room to make her exit when her foot stepped in wetness, startling her. Confused, Anna glanced down and saw that the floor had mysteriously formed a decent-sized puddle of water. She didn't remember it being there before and she had walked in the exact same spot earlier. So where did it come from? Anna then noticed that the water left a trail and disappeared under the door. Determined to find the meaning behind this strange happening, Anna strode up to the door and threw it open.

The floor outside the door was dry, much to her surprise. Anna scratched her head with puzzlement and cocked her head as her eyes fell to a book that looked to have been thrown carelessly on the floor, the book facedown with the pages splayed out messily. She bent over to pick up the book, wondering how it got there. It didn't just jump off a shelf and walk out, though she couldn't rule that possibility out entirely. If snowmen could come to life magically, who was she to question a book doing the same thing? The difference was that the snowmen had Elsa's magic to bring them to life. She doubted the book was so lucky, so someone had to have dropped it there, but who? And why leave a puddle behind and not clean it up?

Anna looked behind her, back to the puddle in the library. What if something hadn't spilled there? What if something melted? Like… ice? And there was only one possible way for ice to mysteriously appear out of nowhere. That meant that…

"Oh, my god." Suddenly the puddle's presence was no longer a mystery. Elsa had been there! And if Anna didn't notice her sister come into the library, that meant she was too busy… She blushed profusely, knowing that Elsa had walked in on her masturbating. But she found she wasn't embarrassed by this discovery. It was rather exciting to know.

Anna kept the book with her as she headed back to her room, pausing briefly outside Elsa's door. She smiled and contemplated slipping the book under the door, as if to say "I know you were there" but she decided against it. She entered her own room and placed the book on her bedside table and hid her letter under her pillow before changing into her nightgown. She crawled into bed, pulling the covers over herself, ready for sleep to take her.

But… she jolted back into a sitting position as a thought struck her.

She had thought Elsa shouting her name was planted in her head courtesy of her brain, but what if it wasn't her imagination after all? Since there was undeniable evidence that Elsa had been there, it could mean that she had actually cried out Anna's name herself. It was certainly a promising thought and it gave Anna hope that the possibility of a rejection was nonexistent.

She rested her head against her pillow and snuggled into it happily, feeling as if a huge weight had been lifted off her shoulders.