Update train doesn't stop. Never stops.

Also for those of you following this but not me (wow a horrible decision), Queens chapter four was dropped yesterday.

"Good morning your highness."

"Good morning!"

Gerda looked up in surprise as she heard the tone that came from her ruler. She looked happy. No, more than happy, she looked positively radiant. Elsa stared out of her bedroom window with a smile on her face, the kind of which Gerda hadn't seen for years. Outlined against the rising sun in her long white nightgown, the morning rays streaming past her, she was beautiful. She would have kept staring, but…

"Your highness, it's time to wake."

Elsa was more direct. She poked her sister on the cheek with a finger. "Anna, wake up, it's a beautiful morning."

The younger princess opened a bleary and dark eye, and Gerda wondered if she'd slept at all last night. The poor girl looked like she had gone two rounds with the proverbial village heavyweight, she looked so tired even after a good night's sleep.

"M'ronin…" she mumbled, lifting herself up with the effort of mountains.

"Gerda?" Elsa asked, and her oldest servant – in both ways – nodded, and went to the not-inconsiderate task of helping her charge climb into her clothing. Gerda didn't keep track of the comings and goings of official events – that was more Kai's area, and anyway so long as Elsa was well fed and watered what did she care for politics – but something must have been going on, because she was helping Elsa climb into her best clothes: A severe black dress underneath, with a gorgeous green-and gold corset over it, embroidered with crocuses and stags. A pair of green gloves and a small tiara over it. "How do I look?" she asked, but Gerda realised, not to her.

Anna stared at her older sister from the bed, propped up on one elbow, with a smile on her face to match her sister's.

"You look gorgeous."

Gerda watched as Elsa blushed.

"Put your hand on mine."

She did, tentatively, as if her hands were covered in needles, and any contact with Anna would burst her younger sister like a balloon stretched too tight.

"See," Anna said, her breath tickling against Elsa's cheeks like a warm breeze. "Don't be afraid."

They lay side by side in bed, only two thin shifts of cotton and air between each other's bodies. Even with the curtains shut and the door to the room bolted Elsa couldn't quite shake the feeling that any second they would be interrupted. That the doors would be flung open or the window would burst from without and they would both be dragged kicking and screaming to the pyre. Only her need kept her still as Anna manipulated her, step-by-step.

"Don't be afraid," Anna said again quietly, and leaned forward in the bed and kissed Elsa. Not a small peck like they had shared since they were children, or the quick touch when they were older and happy to see each other. This was so, so much more, as Anna slid her lip's over Elsa's, moving agonisingly slowly, every extra millimetre of contact between her red lips and Elsa's paler flesh sending sparks through Elsa's head. Her mouth opened to gasp as a reaction, not even consciously, and a second later she felt Anna's tongue probing at her lips and the gasp was cut off as they came together and her eyes fluttered close at the sheer sensation of it. She felt it again, the same way she had in the forest, the weakness inside her as Anna's tongue licked at her own.

As soon as it started it was over and Anna drew back to see what she had done. She was rewarded with the sight of Elsa, eyes closed and lips still slightly open, mouth working to claw air into her, and she felt it, in a way she never had with Eva. Some nights she had turned the milkmaid into a being of pure feeling that could only pant and mewl helplessly below her, and she hadn't felt a tenth of what she did just with a single kiss to Elsa's lips.

After that she couldn't have stopped even if she wanted to.

Elsa didn't want her to.

It seemed amazing to her that they had managed it, but it looked like they had actually managed it without getting caught. She nodded good-mornings to every servant who passed them by and not a single one of them did she catch staring or gossiping. There were no whispers about horses leaving the stables in the night, or Elsa's clothes that needed mud cleaning from them overnight. Kai and Gerda had made if not complaints – certainly they would never be so rude nor so presumptuous – then certainly their tone had suggested it wasn't quite proper for a princess such as Anna to vanish into the country for days on end. Thank God they didn't know what exactly Anna had gotten up to on her little sojourn or they might have said actual words.

There was someone in the castle a little better-informed however.

"Your highnesses."

"Prince Hans."

The redheaded prince stood in the throne-room and stood as they walked in. "How was your evening trip?"

Elsa blushed and stuttered, almost tripping herself up, at the same time as Anna let out a single HAH! "I'm sorry?"

The man from the Southern Isles just smiled. "Nothing Elsa, I'm just glad to see you both home safe."

"He's calling you 'Elsa' now?" Anna whispered in mock outrage. She shoo'd her little sister with a wave of her hand.

"How?" she asked, in almost a sigh. Kristoff would never have betrayed them, he was too loyal, and she couldn't see Hans going to a commoner for information like that. Clearly the man had a source of information somewhere. That could wait for a while though, because this meeting was about something more important than whatever stable gossip Hans had access to.

Clearly he agreed, because Hans pushed his chair back and stood. "I do apologise for being so rude but more importantly…"

"Of course, sit."

Anna looked around the room. "Where's…" she trailed off. The meeting room was the one Elsa usually met her councillors and regent in – well, if you could call him a regent, Anna barely met the man, and Elsa did fine even if she wasn't of age – to discuss matters of national importance, as their father had used to say. Now, with just the three of them here, it seemed very empty.

"I only wanted the three of us," Elsa replied. "Captain Leif is guarding the door and has strict orders."

Hans nodded as he heard the name. "Good, he's loyal. He'll need to be."

Something in his voice made Elsa think that wasn't just a polite reassurance. "Why?"

"Two reasons. The…movement…against you is becoming more than a few scattered villages and rabid elders," Hans said. "There is a real push, out in the countryside. They're quiet for now, which is why your man Leif and his militia haven't managed to crack any skulls yet. But they're meeting, in secret, and there are more of them than ever before."

Elsa wondered where the man got his information. She didn't hear anything like this, no from the Captain, not from the general of the – admittedly scattershot – militia, not from the traders who passed through the town and gossiped in the market. Maybe growing up among twelve older brothers, all of them fighting for scraps and recognition from the king's table, bred a cunning that Elsa and Anna had simply never needed to develop. Maybe I need to change that, she thought, with a little regret. She had an army at her call and Anna at her side but clearly she needed someone to work in the shadows behind her, if it took the blessing and luck of a foreigner like Hans to find out lots in her own country. She should do something for the man, god knows from how long he spent here his own family didn't seem to. Nothing as blunt or insulting as payment, but…surely there was something she could do for him. She would think on it.

"But why?" Anna asked, almost pleaded as Elsa sat in silent thought.

"Some of them are true believers," Hans said reasonably. "Others see a chance to rise up and grab more than they have, petty power has always attracted a certain kind of man." He leaned forward. "Most are just scared. They're simple people, they have simple wants. They want today to be manageable and for tomorrow to be the same as today."

That sounded a little harsh and cynical, but Elsa let it pass her by, engrossed in what he was saying.

"You are…different your highness. You represent something they've spent their whole lives dismissing; solid proof that there is something more than this life." Hans' eyes shone as he talked. "It's…overwhelming knowledge." His adam's apple moved as he swallowed. "People feel like they're being forced to make a choice. Praying to a cross once a week is simple and a God they can't see can't really affect their lives. Leif and others like him think you're…well, ask him. You're here, Elsa, alive and in the flesh. Your followers say you're a goddess and what you've done…how can we really say they're wrong?"

"I don't have followers."

"Don't be naïve," Hans said, in the harshest voice Elsa had ever heard from the usually friendly prince. She let it slide. This time. "Is it so strange that when the priests offer such a simple story, people find it reassuring? You are a devil, and devils must die. Then they can put this entire mess out of their lives again and go back to their lives."

"Where is this going, Hans?" Elsa asked testily. She did understand. Hand had spent five minutes explaining something she had known since childhood. "I've said it before, I won't force people into worshipping me like some sort of ancient Greek god. What do I need to do to prove it?"

"There's nothing you can do. In the end everyone will have to make that choice whether you think they have to or not. Because this is the second thing we need to discuss, and it's far worse than scared farmers looking for comfort in a cross." Hans sent a glove into his jacket, and brought out a small piece of paper. Good quality, thick and just a little yellow. There was a red seal on the outside, a rough circle of wax. Elsa and Anna had seen the same kind hundreds of times held in their father's hands. On those had been printed the seal of Arendelle, a crocus, to show that anyone who opened it without permission drew the full diplomatic scorn and consequences of interfering with national messages

This one held a smaller seal that Elsa didn't recognise, but could guess at easily enough. "Should you be showing us that, your grace?" Elsa said, pointedly.

In response Hans shoved the envelope, which slid smoothly over the table to Elsa. "I think," he said, and he didn't sound at all happy to be saying it, "in this case, my heart has overruled my head."

She picked it up, and read. It was only a few lines, but it was enough to make her breath hitch up in her chest, so badly that Anna heard her half-choke and grabbed Elsa's hand to reassure her. "What?" her sister asked her.

Elsa put it down and was amazed that her hands weren't shaking. She was amazed that the room hadn't frozen around them all, that Hans and even Anna weren't statues of ice. "It's an invitation," she said, her voice level and calm, as if she was discussing the weather, or a menu.

"To what?"

Hans was the one who replied. "To the Southern Isles, from an informal alliance of nations, including Spain, Prussia and Naples, to invade the country of Arendelle and cleanse it of the taint infesting it."

"To kill the abomination who lives there."

The air between them was gone now, only their nightgowns separating them as they pushed together, mouths locked around so tightly it almost and tongues hungrily devouring each other. They gasped their names into the other's mouths as Anna taught Elsa how to love.

The next time she withdrew Anna knew she was ready. Her eyes were glassy and unfocussed, her body hot under the silk gown that now clung to her back and sides where Anna's hands roamed. In the forest she had said she would make it perfect and she wanted to make it so.

"Ummm," Elsa said, less a conscious word and more a request as she stared at her sister with blue eyes made luminous by heat and want. She twisted at Anna's side as she tried to articulate a question she either couldn't or didn't know how to ask: How? It was the question Anna had been waiting for.

Carefully Anna's hands worked at the bottoms on the front of Elsa's shift, taking them slowly one by one, one hand working the buttons and the other the skin beneath. She couldn't see it, not wanting to break eye contact for even a second, but she could feel Elsa's smooth skin under her hand, rising and falling with her breath, hitching up and down with the princesses' pulse that came in increasingly deep and long breaths.

"Anna…" Elsa whispered, more of a moan than a real word, and Anna went in for another kiss as the last button came undone and she slid Elsa's chest out of the now-sodden silk cloth. Working by feel in the dark she ran her hands down skin that could have been just another layer of silk, it was so smooth and pristine, not like her own body. It was a pleasure just to touch and she felt the heat that had started in her belly move up and to her own chest.

Elsa had never felt anything like it. She had never been taught, never had gossiping milkmaids to overhear and attempt in embarrassed isolation, had never experimented with and barely even seen her own body. Sometimes she would watch from a window as servant-girls walked by and would put the sudden flush in her cheeks down to a slight head-cold, or too many layers of clothing. She had no experience or words to explain what she felt when Anna ran her fingers across her, tingling fingertips working around from her back to her sides to her front. One hand – hot, so incredibly hot, she felt she might burn – wandered to her belly and sat there, palm down, and Elsa felt she might burst from the feeling, even as another hand wandered upwards and cupped her right breast and then she was jerking on the bed, every breath a battle as Anna's hand softly moved and worked at her.

Anna watched, wide-eyed herself now as Elsa writhed and moaned at her side, the way Eva had but so, so much harder. Where Eva gritted her teeth and brought herself back under control Elsa looked lost, bucking up so that Anna's hand pressed down on her sweat-covered stomach even harder, which just made her curl up, and again, and again. The end only came when Elsa was too exhausted to move, and all from nothing more than Anna's hands on her, one hand flat and unmoving on her abdomen and one moving and kneading at her breast, the nipple hard and aching. Unbound from the braid, white hair splayed behind her like a halo, she couldn't help it anymore. She lifted her hand from Elsa's breast and threw the duvet from the two of them, to expose Elsa to the air.

She felt like she would go mad then, from the sudden gust of cold air that slid across her naked torso, Anna watching over her, fascinated. Finally she paused, stopped shaking from her touch of her sister's hands on her skin, long enough to look up at Anna. She felt like one hand should cover herself, but she couldn't…she couldn't manage it. She wanted to grab at Anna, far above her, and bring her back down. Bring that hot and wet tongue back inside her mouth, put her hands back on her breasts to drive out the ache that slid and moved inside her nipples. She felt like an apple in one of the orchards, full and ripe and ready.

Anna leaned down and smiled at the memory. "Elsa."

"Anna? Wh…What?" Elsa said, seeing the look of mischief in her lover's eyes, feeling it penetrate and tickle her inside.

"I want to teach you a word, one I learned a while back," Anna said, as she licked her lips. She pulled back (No! Elsa almost shouted) and down, both hands gripping the remainder of the nightgown. The now-sodden cloth slid from Elsa's body, and Anna looked down at all of her. She was flawless, perfection. Her skin glistened everywhere from the sudden switch from intense heat to slightly cold, and the rivulets of sweat ran down her forehead, arms, chest, thighs and legs, everywhere. Idly, Anna ran a single finger up Elsa's leg from her knee to the inside of her thigh, and every inch it travelled Elsa made a noise Anna recognised well enough, and just hearing it made the fire inside her flare and reach out and fill her like it used to have. There was something new though, she felt her own body shaking, as she stood above Elsa on her knees, straddling her.

Elsa watched as Anna reached for her sides almost languidly, and in one slow motion pulled her entire nightgown over her head, revealing all of her at once. Elsa looked up at her sister, both of them naked now, and reached up a hand to run it across her. Anna closed her eyes and gave small little noises, ah ah ah, as Elsa ran her hands across thighs strong from running, up to a belly kept flat by sword practise and trips into the country, slight ridges of muscle Elsa would have expected on a man but never on her sister, but hot and hard and right. She felt arms kept strong by handling Elsa's own sword, killing Elsa's enemies. One hand wandered back down, down past her abdomen, and Elsa's gaze was captivated by the red thatch that was all that covered Anna's core, already wet and suffused, almost red as if enflamed. She watched, hypnotised, as a single bead of sweat – or something else – fell from that red hair and hit Elsa's thigh with a splash both miniscule and gigantic, that Elsa felt tingle against her. "What…" she had to swallow just to say the next word. She felt she would drown in herself soon if this kept up. "What word?" she asked thickly. She felt like there was some surface outside her skin, invisible but potent, and Anna's every shift of movement invaded it and penetrated her.

"The word…" Anna said, as inch by inch she lowered herself down on top of Elsa, their parts meeting one by one, the cold being driven out by the heat. Elsa almost screamed then as their cores met, but somehow she kept it inside her as their bellies met, and their breasts lay across each other, and their fingers entwined, and finally Anna's head came down 'till it was barely an inch from hers.

"…is…."

"Prince Hans, you've been a better friend to us than we deserve," Elsa said softly.

Hans just shook his head, the picture of noble modesty. "Maybe I would have taken delivery and kept it safe if I didn't know you. But I do, your high- Elsa. I know you're a good woman, not the monster the people in this letter say you are, and I can't agree with what it asks."

"You'll be punished, if they find out you told us."

A shrug. "I have twelve brothers and little love for them – as I suspect you've guessed by now. Any one of them would have taken this letter and smiled."

Elsa slumped back in her chair. The abomination. God but her father had been right in the end, like he always had been. But the thought came and went as quick as lightning, as she felt Anna's hand grab at her own, and she turned to look into teal eyes that were set in disbelief and anger. She pushed the despair from her mind before it could root there. With it, she threw out her father's words, with only a slight regret. She had Anna now by her side, at her side. With Anna next to her she could do anything. Goodbye father. Maybe they will call me a monster, and build a pyre.

But I won't go to it quietly.

"Will you deliver a message for me, Hans?" she asked, and gathered herself up in her chair.

"Certainly."

When she broke in the end, she thought she was dying. It rushed up through her, from her hot and throbbing sex through her chest, across her nipples teased to ripe soreness and into her brain where it exploded. She wanted to take her hands and cover herself down there but Anna's entwined fingers kept them by her head, and she had no choice but to buck and writhe and let it happen as Anna's tongue assaulted her mouth, and her thigh pushed and rubbed at her core. She twisted her head to the side and bit whatever she found there, a mouthful of wet cotton to keep her from screaming out from the insane pleasure that gushed through her like a roaring ocean.

Fuck. The word reverberated through her head as she broke open, just as Anna had said it. I want to fuck you.

Anna watched as Elsa came for the first time in her life, the orgasm ripping through her from bottom and top and back again. She had taken Eva, and the milkmaid had moved like this, but even when Anna had been at her best the result had never been anything so intense or long. Elsa jerked and shook underneath her like an oracle having a vision. She could feel her lover's wetness coating her thigh, feel the achingly hard nipples shuddering. Her sex almost throbbed as Anna reached a finger down, and it came away wet and sticky, glistening like silver in the moon-illuminated darkness. She felt it in herself, felt the fire raging inside her like it always had with Eva, but now so close, like it had finally found the outlet it had been searching for. And Anna desperately wanted it. She slid back and down again, shifting so that this time it was her throbbing and raw sex that was positioned over her sister's upper thigh.

Elsa watched through clouded and fluttering eyes as Anna rocked back and forth, every motion making pins and needles stab through her. She couldn't focus, couldn't move her body consciously. All she could do was lie there, utterly spent, as Anna worked herself into a frenzy against her thigh. Almost without realising it Elsa shifted herself, moving down and moving them both, biting her own lip silently as Anna's twisting and bucking came closer and closer to-

They touched for the first time, and Anna exploded, as she felt the smooth skin of Elsa's thigh vanish, replaced by coarser flesh, and a fine white down of hair that covered her and their cores ground together, every movement making her beg and cry out and gasp for air. She gritted her teeth to stay quiet but still the sound escaped through them, a high-pitched noise somewhere between a scream and a whistle. Anna could only wait it out in oblivious pleasure as finally after years of sex and fumbling trysts she came, her orgasm so strong she saw stars in the darkness of the moon. God, if this was what Eva had felt, writing and moaning under her all those times, no wonder the woman had always been so eager. She felt every tingle in her body travel through her sopping core and wondered if it would ever end. She felt like she could have stayed like that forever, panting and sweating as she kissed Elsa and they ground against each other and the fire raged through them.

It ended for both of them finally, and Anna collapsed next to her sister, facing each other, their legs and arms entangled, warmth suffusing them both.

"Forever," Anna whispered through a tongue that refused to work properly, throat hoarse from silent screaming.

Almost as spent, feeling as if she was floating in a pool, only herself and Anna, both of them covered in each other's sweat and wetness, Elsa replied:

"Forever."

"I am Elsa Arendelle, heir to the throne of my father. This country is under my protection, now and for all time. I will not bow out because of their dogma, nor will I submit myself to some kind of trial over my rights here. I am what I am," she said, and Hans almost shrank back in his seat at the look in her eyes and the frost that formed on the table where her hands touched. No gloves, never again. "In one and a half years I will be crowned Queen, and no force on earth will prevent this. Tell your brothers, and let them tell anyone in this cabal, that they are welcome to attend my coronation in friendship. Tell them Arendelle can be the most loyal friend they've ever known."

She took a breath. She felt the cold coursing through her veins, the same way she almost felt she could reach out and feel Anna's heat beside her. She imagined if she closed her eyes she could see all the way to the north mountain, the immovable, invincible giant of Arendelle.

If that's what it takes, I will be the mountain. Cold and immovable and invincible, she told herself.

And a small part of her she had carried within her heart since childhood whispered back at her: At last.

"But if they come as enemies, to my country, to harm my people, they and their armies will not leave again."

"Your highness…"

"I will bury them in my ice."