The crackling of frost along the balcony jolts Elsa's gaze from the scene playing out before her; she jerks her hands away from the railings and resumes staring at the pair below. Through the foggy breath hanging before her lips, moonlight gleams against the girl's face, revealing a smattering of freckles, and a pair of glistening blue eyes which have haunted the deepest recesses of her mind all her life.
Blood boils beneath Elsa's skin as she watches Anastasia ride out the last waves of her climax with groans escaping her gritted teeth and her fist bunched up in Anna's hair. With a grunt, the woman slumps into the couch and slackens her grip on Anna; she frees herself from her grasp and tumbles against the carpet, coughing and wiping her mouth with disgust written across her face.
Every fibre of Elsa's trembling being screams out at Anastasia; her skin crawls with frost, begging to hurl icy darts at the woman and slice her limbs from their joints. But Elsa's being remains frozen in place against the floor, transfixed at what's going to happen next. She digs her nails into the carpet as Anastasia sits up on the couch, and grips her sister by the throat.
"Don't forget what you owe me," Anastasia scowls, yanking Anna from her position on the ground right up to her face.
"Fuck off-" Anna growls, ripping Anastasia's fingers from her neck with ease.
Elsa catches a glimpse of Anastasia's hand raised high in the air. Instinctively, she looks away, and despite her best efforts at remaining quiet, utters a gasp as the sound of a crack echoes through the library. When her eyes open again, the sight of Anna buckled over on the ground nearly causes her heart to burst in agony.
"You're nothing to me," Anastasia hisses, jerking forward and smirking as Anna flinches from the threat of another strike, "nothing!"
A grating pain digging into Elsa's legs draws her attention to the presence of icy spikes littered around her body. With the hideous noise of ice crackling through the air, she jerks to her feet and flees the library. Elsa's feet glide over the plane of ice freezing through the carpets as she scampers to the first floor, intending to resume her surveillance of Anna and Anastasia. Despite her haste, a cold silence greets her as she slips into the library, along with the ominous whisper of wind wafting through an open window, and the smouldering ashes of a once-lit fireplace.
Elsa's eyes dart around in the darkness; her gaze settles upon the upturned cushions scattered along the couch and carpet - the only clue that what she saw was no vision brought about by drink, but real as daylight itself.
Conceal, conceal, conceal – Elsa mutters to herself as she clenches and unclenches her snowy-white fists outside Anna's room. Amidst her furious pacing, the jagged, frosty thorns surrounding Elsa's feet slowly sublimate she numbs her feelings, but the icy chains digging into her heart persist.
With her hands shaking and her heart thumping, Elsa's holds her breath and edges open her sister's door without knocking, she hears a shriek and averts her gaze from Anna's naked figure standing by the dresser; slick with moisture, and red hair splayed out behind her in a wet mess.
"Elsa!" Anna gasps, wrapping a towel around her chest, "W-what're you, um, doing here? I thought you'd be working late tonight-"
Elsa struggles to contain the surging torrent of emotion within her; she swallows the lump in her throat and stares into her sister's eyes one more time as she tries to piece together the words that could adequately piece together a reason for what happened in the library.
"You...um...you're wet?" Elsa asks, before sighing at the words that just left her lips.
"Um, I just had a bath, don't you get soaked when you-"
Unable to contend with the tide of rage and confusion threatening to explode within her chest, Elsa marches forward and tips her sister's chin to one side, revealing an angry red welt where Anastasia's knuckles had connected with her cheek.
"You're hurt," Elsa growls, trying and failing to keep the tremble out of her voice, "what happened?"
"I walked into the wall while eating some ca-"
"How long were you planning on keeping it from me?" Elsa screams, the window panes trembling at the intensity of her breaking voice. At once, tears spring from her eyes and stream down her cheeks; despite the warmth rushing through Elsa's face, it does nothing to stop them from freezing solid into trails of hardened ice.
"Christ – Elsa! Y-you...you saw?" Anna gasps, grabbing her sister by the shoulders. The strength leaves her hands, and she fails to stop Elsa from wrangling free of her grasp. Anna's legs crumble into jelly and she winds up kneeling at Elsa's feet, hugging at her legs and pleading to be heard.
"Why didn't you tell me? Why, Anna? Why? After everything I've done for you!" Elsa screams, half-attempting to shove her sister away and pull herself from Anna's vice-like grip. The temperature dips to below freezing, and the snowflakes drifting from the ceiling begin swirling into a maelstrom of wind and ice.
"Please, Elsa, please! I didn't know what to do! You mean everything to me, and I was so afraid of losing you again that I just-"
"What the fuck did you just say?" Elsa shrieks, grabbing her sister by the shoulders and shaking her until the sleet scatters from her hair, "Did she...did she-"
"You weren't supposed to know," Anna mutters, her voice barely a whisper above the raging storm in her room.
"Know what?" Elsa yells. In their struggle the sisters slip on the ice, and Anna's body slams into Elsa's as they fall into a pile of snow. Her usual decorum forgotten, Elsa shoves her sister off her and pins her into the snow, screaming her lungs out, "What the fuck did Anastasia make you do?"
Elsa's scowl melts into sorrow as she sees Anna's face contort in an expression of pain; tears stream down her cheeks – each one telling a story of the hurt she had endured for her sister.
"Everything," Anna whispers. She grits her teeth, but fails at choking back her sobs, "she said she'd expose our secret, possibly even murder you – if I refused."
"Jesus, fuck!" Elsa exclaims, sitting upright and clutching her forehead, "Please, Anna, no more secrets, you have to tell me everything."
"I...I..." Anna's voice breaks into a trembling mess as she stares at her hands, "I killed her enemies. She made me go with her to silence the Tsar's opponents, and she made their comrades watch."
"She made them watch? Why ever the fuck for?"
"To intimidate them," Anna whispers, her chest heaving with each labored breath she takes from the frozen air, "She made me tear them limb from limb while the others watched, to serve as a reminder to-"
"Holy fuck!" Elsa gasps, covering her eyes and exhaling deeply, "And there's more to that?"
"She forced me to fuck her," Anna says, looking away at the piles of snow scattered around the room, "because you were the only person she couldn't get, and it drove her so mad with desire that she'd settle for anything remotely close; even if she had to make me."
"And why the fuck didn't you tell me?" Elsa snarls, shaking her fist at Anna.
"She said she'd kill you if I did. She'd rather no one have you if she couldn't-"
"This ends now," Elsa growls, leaping to her feet, "I'm putting an end to this right now!"
With a grunt, Elsa starts for the door, only to be dragged down by her sister's hands around her waist.
"God, Elsa, no!" Anna pleads, latching herself onto Elsa, "What're you going to do?"
"I'm going to kill that fucking bitch!" Elsa snarls as she makes a vain attempt to pry Anna's fingers from her waist.
"No! You can't!" Anna begs.
"Why the fuck not?" Elsa scowls. With her rationality clouded by anger, she lashes out a venomous reply, "Unless you enjoyed fucking her like all the other whores you've fucked before me!"
At once, the sleet drifting around the room plummets to the floor as Elsa immediately regrets the words which have left her lips. Anna jerks upright and glares at her sister; the hurt filling her eyes flashing into a blinding rage. Colour returns to her lips and a fierce heat blossoms up her spine as she shoves Elsa in the shoulder.
"What the fuck did you just say?" Anna demands, the bones in her knuckles cracking as she clenches her fists.
"You fucked her! Without telling me!" Elsa screams, "This is even worse than the shit you got up to in Barnmeadow!"
"I did it for you, you stupid cow!" Anna shrieks.
"I didn't need your goddamned help!" Elsa yells, and at once she spots the glint of fire sparkle in her sister's eyes. The sudden blur of movement from her sister's right hand makes sense just in time for her to freeze the side of her face, sparing her from the sting of Anna's slap but sending her reeling nonetheless.
"Don't you fucking touch me!" Elsa snarls, recovering from the impact and grabbing Anna's hand, "I'm your older sister! How dare you-"
A blunt force in Elsa's ribcage robs the voice from her lungs as Anna rams her shoulder into her. The forceful tackle slams the sisters into a pile of snow. Despite Elsa's best attempts at sitting upright, Anna pins her on the ground with the ease of a hawk over its prey. The memory of her sister's ferocious strength swims back into her memory and fear floods her senses.
"Everything I ever did – I did because I loved you," Anna snarls, bunching up her fingers around Elsa's dress, "I gave myself up to Anastasia for you, and this is how you repay me?"
With the feeling of being trapped overwhelming Elsa's mind with panic; her sister's words deteriorate into a fuzzy drone humming in her ears. Elsa summons a virulent chill into her right hand – far colder than anything she's ever conjured – and touches the edge of Anna's thigh. The blistering frost burning into Anna's skin causes her to flinch, and Elsa unseats her sister, flipping her over and jamming her weight against her.
"Do you even care how much it kills me that you'd do something like that? It feels like I'm the one that caused this to happen!"
"I didn't know what the fuck to do!" Anna screams. With a jerk of her hips, she tips Elsa over, pinning her shoulders into the carpet.
"You could've told me you stupid fuck-" Elsa retorts.
"Didn't I just tell you that she-"
"I don't give a shit what she-"
"Shut up you dumb fuck!" Anna screams, jamming her hand over Elsa's neck.
"What the fuck did you-" Elsa hisses, her voice cut off by her sister's forceful grip.
"Shut up, shut up! Just shut the fucking hell up!" Anna yells, her arm's muscles flexing as she tightens her grasp around Elsa's throat.
A glowing frost hums in the air between the sisters. Anna dips her gaze to Elsa's hands and sees a curdling orb of ice magic billowing barely an inch from her chest. With a jerk of her fingers, Anna could snap her sister's neck and she wouldn't even know what happened to her. Likewise, Elsa just needed to shift her hand towards Anna, and she'd turn into an ice statue – permanently.
Is this what we've come to? Elsa's mind churns and spins as she stares into Anna's eyes – filled with rage and passion and love and lust; so different to hers, yet identical at the same time.
A single tear glistens as it falls from Anna's eye and splashes on her sister's cheek. Unlike the others lining her face, this one fails to freeze, and Elsa's chest tightens as she feels its warmth caressing her heart. One by one, the other tears forming a frozen shell on her face melt, and she begins to sob. Anna relaxes her grip around her sister's neck; brushing her knuckles against Elsa's cheek and wiping away her tears.
"Oh god, Elsa, I'm so sorry-" Anna whispers.
"I...I l-love you," Elsa stammers, pushing away her sister's hand and closing the distance between their faces, "t-that's why I yelled and freaked out."
"Please, Elsa – forgive me," Anna says, "I don't know how I could ever live with myself after what I did."
"Shh-" Elsa whispers. The air between them radiates with warmth, still buzzing with adrenaline from their argument. Elsa shuts her eyes and leans forward, and at once Anna's lips respond hungrily with passion, digging her nails into her sister's dress and grasping her tightly.
Without breaking their kiss, the queen edges her sister over and roves her hands hungrily over Anna's body. The fierce heat rushing through her body melts away her ice gown in an instant, and the piles of snow around the room turn into puddles of water. Elsa breaks her kiss first, immediately crushing her lips up against her sister's neck, her determined ministrations made easier by the trails of half-melted ice and tears lining Anna's freckled skin.
"Ah, fuck," Anna groans, grasping at Elsa's hair and urging her on. Unaccustomed to being in a submissive position with Elsa, Anna's skin buzzes with lust as she lies there and soaks in her sister's furious attention – knowing how much Elsa wanted to claim her for herself after watching what Anastasia did. Out of habit, Anna places a palm on her sister's shoulder to turn her over. Her feeble attempts are met with a growl as Elsa pins her to the carpet.
"You're mine!" Elsa snarls, hovering her lips over Anna's, before betraying her expectations with the lightest of grazes.
Anna's heart races at her sister's words. A tidal wave of desire surges through her chest, threatening to explode and engulf the two of them in a torrential episode of furious lovemaking. But all Anna does is let out a pitiful whimper as Elsa rips the towel from her chest and caresses her breasts. Never could she have guessed that her sister's slender fingers were capable of such gentle touches interlaced with the strength that a ferocious jealousy brings. Elsa pushes her knee between Anna's legs, and the princess gives up trying to think, surrendering herself to the ecstatic lust her sister has stirred within her.
I'm yours, gladly. Anna's mind whispers, and for a moment she can't tell if she said it out loud, although at this point her brain lies so far removed from rationality it doesn't make sense to her.
"Oh god!" Anna groans, as a persuasive shove of Elsa's knee causes her to grip the rug, as if the pleasure was sending her plummeting towards a bottomless well with no end in sight.
With her voice teetering on the edge of breaking, Anna pleads for Elsa to increase her fervency, as though the eager touches and hungry lips roving across her skin are insufficient to sate her lust. In her excitement she digs her fingers into the primly coiled braids on Elsa's head, only to have her hands pinned against the ground with a furious stare.
No words, no anger, nothing; just the heavy breathing and fire lighting up the ice queen's eyes telling Anna what she truly thought of her.
Moisture drips off Elsa's chin as she slithers a trail of wet touches down her sister's freckled, bare skin. Her eyes widen as the touches go nearer between her legs, by now slick with her own arousal. Anna finds herself begging with a strain of exasperation, to be filled with her sister's touch, and when Elsa grazes her nails over her lips she feels like the wound-up coil of anticipation within her could explode any second and shatter them both.
"Jesus Christ, Elsa, fuck!" Anna gasps, every muscle in her body tensing when her sister strokes her most sensitive point with the lightest of touches. The fiery orb of lust burning in her core blossoms into an infernal furnace eating away at her insides, rendering her oblivious to Elsa's lips creeping down her waist. So delicate is Elsa's touches and so carried away is Anna that the electric sensation of her sister's lips on her clitoris catches her off-guard.
With the jewel in her sister's crown attended to, Elsa stares into Anna's half-shut eyes as she slides a slender finger into her. A smirk forms on the queen's lips as she watches Anna screw her eyes shut as a blazing red-hot poker of pleasure burns through her sister's insides, setting every fiber of her being on fire. A wet, sopping sound resonates through the room above the sound of Anna's fevered moanings as Elsa's tongue and fingers pick up the pace against her sister.
Despite the sound of Anna's responses chiming a pleasant melody in Elsa's ears, the queen suddenly stops her ministrations and strides over to her sister's bed. She picks up a pillow and tosses it at Anna's sweat-lined face.
"We're in the palace," Elsa whispers, before resuming her position between Anna's legs.
A look of bewilderment flashes across Anna's eyes, before she bites into the pillow and utters a feral growl as her sister continues pleasuring her. Before she acclimatises to the feeling of a finger curling and stroking her moist insides, Elsa slips another into her, sending Anna into frenzy of convulsing pleasure. The princess bucks beneath her lips and utters a chorus of muffled pleas into the pillow as her sister picks up the pace, eliciting more and more of Anna's wetness leaking down her thighs and filling the air with the scent of her sex.
A fierce heat burns through Elsa's face as she sends her hurtling towards a climax; she presses down on Anna's hips to steady her shaking hips, rapidly deteriorating into a quivering mess of hot, slick arousal. A white-hot nebula of pleasure coalesces within the pit of Anna's stomach, sending her digging her fingernails deeper and deeper into the pillow's lining. With a muffled grunt, Anna tears the fabric between her teeth as her entire body brims over in an explosion of superheated ecstasy.
"Fuck, Elsa!" Anna cries out as waves of pleasure crash into her lithe frame. She slumps back into the carpet with the ripped-up pillow strewn by her matted hair, her chest heaving into the air heavy with the scent of her arousal.
"You liked that, didn't you?" Elsa asks as she looks up at Anna, her chin slick with her sister's arousal. Receiving no reply from the quivering body beneath her, Elsa leans into Anna and kisses her trembling lips, ensuring she gets to taste the sweetness of her own arousal she had so enjoyed prior.
"I-I want y-you, Elsa-" Anna stutters, pawing at her sister's wet nightgown. Despite the desire which Elsa had so stoked within her, she can barely muster the strength to pull off her sister's clothes, instead muttering, "Is it alright if you undress?"
"So polite, so unlike you," Elsa teases, pulling the gown over her head and leaning back into her sister's lips. Anna pushes a thigh up between Elsa's legs, and a smile crosses her sweat-stained lips when her knee comes away glistening with her sister's wetness.
Heavy breathing intersperses the miniscule distance between the two as Elsa slips a thigh beneath her sister's. With a thrust of her hips, all sense of concealing their voices falls to nothingness as a pair of groans echo through the princess's bedroom. The kerosene lamps begin burning out the last of their fuel, and the sister's naked bodies shimmer with the dimness falling upon the room. Two pairs of blue eyes stare into one another in the darkness, dripping with desire and want, until Elsa's screws shut as Anna bucks her hips up into her sister's.
"Oh god," Elsa groans, before responding with a thrust of her own. The queen grasps her sister by the shoulders and pushes into her again. Anna slips an arm around Elsa's lower back for support as she gleefully accepts the invitation for a dance of love. With the pair's limbs intertwined, they fuck in the darkness, pushing and thrusting into one another until sweat drips from Elsa's shoulders and trickles down Anna's freckle-lined body.
As much as she wants to submit herself to Elsa's passion, Anna refrains from giving herself entirely over; taking from Elsa's body as much as her sister's willing to give. She knows the jealousy-fueled rage stirred up from earlier was the reason behind the queen's unusual display of passion - but damn right she was going to take advantage of it.
With her jaw clenched as she resists shrieking from the agonizing pleasure inside her, Anna hooks an ankle around Elsa's calf and bucks into her. Elsa lifts her sister's hips from the floor and takes her as hard as she can, gasping foggy breaths into her face as she nears completion. The thought of outright using her sister to sate her fit of jealous passion crosses her mind briefly, before she's swept away into a maelstrom of pleasure rippling through her body from her hips and splitting her brain apart in a crescendo of ecstasy.
"Fuck!" Elsa cries out, collapsing onto her sister's body, spent with passion and heaving from the exertion. In the distance, the chime of a clock chiming twelve echoes down the hallway. Saturated with sweat-filled air, condensation coats the window panes of Anna's room. With her heart still throbbing from the lovemaking, Anna traces lines down her sister's sweat-lined spine, wondering to herself whether the sex changed anything between them - now that the truth was light as day.
"Elsa, I-" Anna mutters into her sister's hair, before she's cut off by a palm on her lips.
"Shh," Elsa whispers, stroking her hands through Anna's hair, "we have plenty of time to talk about this tomorrow. You should sleep-"
"But I-"
With a pout of her lips, Elsa blows a smattering of frost across Anna's face, and at once the princess smiles at the memory of how her sister used to coo her to sleep. She sticks out a tongue and catches an ice-crystal, before chewing on it and allowing sleep to descend upon her eyelids.
Elsa's heart clutches when she feels the weight of Anna's arm tugging on hers as the siblings curl up on the carpet. Despite the million questions still racing through Elsa's mind, she knows her sister can answer none of them, and she's willing to spare Anna the agony of her questioning, hoping it will alleviate some of the guilt from the decision she has to make the next day.