Elsa sat, naked, on a chair facing the fireplace and waited for the beast. Dinner was long over, and she had said her goodbyes to an unwilling Anna a few hours ago. She took the book that was in her lap and scanned a few pages, but was unable to concentrate because of her anticipation. The book was tossed to a nearby table and the Queen sighed deeply, her frustration growing. After standing up Elsa moved to one of her windows and looked out onto the night. There were a few scattered clouds about, and the moon was shining between them, but there was no evidence of any type of storm. Elsa sighed again and moved back to the overstuffed chair and sat back down. Her intuition was telling her she wouldn't transform tonight, mostly because there was no full moon, and the absence of turbulent activity in the atmosphere.

She sat up in her chair, and concentrated on the wings on her back. They flapped; she could feel her muscles pulling and contracting to make them move. She concentrated enough to make them flap so hard that they slapped at her back, stinging her pale skin. Amazing… After flopping back onto her chair she waited some more.

Elsa remained another hour or so. She was just about to get up when there was a knock on her door.

Elsa frowned. She had given explicit instructions to the staff that she was not to be disturbed. "Who is it?"

There was a moment's hesitation. "It's Anna."

The Queen shut her eyes and then ran her hand over her cheek. "Come in, Anna." Then she remembered she had locked the door. "Just a minute."

"Okay."

Elsa unlocked the door and was reaching for her housecoat when Anna burst into the room. She brushed past Elsa, apparently not seeing her, and moved to the windows to shut the curtains. "Thank goodness I was waiting outside, otherwise—"

The Queen locked her door. "Wait, what? You were waiting outside my door all this time?"

Anna turned to face her sister. "Yeah—oh, umm, Elsa…"

But Elsa had turned her back and walking back to her chair by the fireplace. "What is it, Anna?"

Anna rolled her eyes. "Aren't you missing something—like clothes?"

"Oh, sorry." Elsa put on her housecoat and then sat back down. "Better?"

The princess paused. Elsa was never so blasé about nakedness before. Maybe the magic that was causing her to transform was affecting her in other ways, as well. "I'm glad that nothing happened tonight."

"The night is far from over," Elsa declared, then regretted her terse words. "Sorry."

Anna didn't appear to notice, and moved a chair over next to Elsa's. "I had a chance to do a lot of thinking while I was waiting outside your door."

Elsa turned her head towards Anna. "Why were you outside my door? What if something went terribly wrong, and I hurt you?"

"I had a feeling nothing bad was going to happen, Elsa. Besides, you would never hurt me."

Elsa merely nodded, feeling exhausted. "I have been given a reprieve, it seems. Which means we have some time to prepare for the next time it happens."

"What do you want to do?"

"I can have my ice castle readied for me to move into." Elsa stared into the fireplace.

Anna frowned. "You know I don't want you up there all alone."

"I think it ought to be a consideration, though, Anna. Let us call it a contingency plan, okay?" The Queen took her sister's hand. "Tell me what kind of things were you thinking about?"

Anna blushed somewhat. "I was thinking of ways to help with… well, how to put…"

Elsa scrutinized her sister's face, and then smiled. "Remember, Anna, complete honesty."

"Okay." Anna momentarily closed her eyes before speaking. "Elsa, do you need the services of a prostitute?"

"What?" Elsa's eyes went wide and she gasped loudly. "What makes you think I need a prostitute?" Elsa noticed the strange expression on her sister's face. "Oh… oh, I see. Well—good gods, Anna, really?"

Anna turned her chair so that she was facing Elsa. "Don't make me remind you of what happened earlier?"

Elsa stared at Anna and for a brief moment seriously considered the idea. It would surely take care of her physical needs, but the logistics of it, how in the world would they ever manage something of that magnitude? Crestfallen, Elsa groaned and sat back in her chair. "I appreciate the offer, Anna. But I don't think I could… well, what I'm trying to say is… it would never work. I'm the Queen, everybody in Arendelle knows what I look like, and what about this?" She looked down at her crotch and then blushed at the thought. "A prostitute… really."

Anna blushed, as well. "It was just a thought."

"I appreciate your looking out for me, I really do, Anna," Elsa chuckled. "What else were you thinking about?"

"Well, I think you're right about having a plan for the next transformation, but I was thinking in terms of something else." Anna sat back and looked everywhere but at Elsa. "Would you like some tea, Elsa?"

The Queen perked up. "With whiskey." She sat up and looked pointedly at Anna. "What is it you were thinking?"

"What if we had a room in the castle—altered, for the next time it happens."

Elsa was intrigued, and her wings started to flutter. "Modified? How?"

"We have this huge attic in the North Wing that is practically empty. We could have it reinforced with iron bars for the next time you transform. I would lock you in there before the next full moon. I'm sure that the royal architects could design something useful."

"Never mind them, I could design it." Elsa grabbed Anna's hands. "This is a wonderful idea, Anna, thank you so much!" She drew the princess to her and wrapped her in a huge hug. "I never thought I would get a chance to use my royal training, but this is perfect for me." Without thinking, she pulled Anna into her lap.

Anna was surprised, but not shocked, and she had to admit to herself the feeling of her thighs over Elsa's legs was… not unpleasant. She moved her hands to Elsa's back, and immediately felt her wings quiver. Her eyes widened. "Are you doing that?"

"No." Elsa swallowed the sudden lump in her throat. "They do that when I'm excited."

Anna nodded, her lips parted slightly. "So, you like my idea?"

"Yes." Elsa's voice was rough, and had an edge to it. She locked gazes with Anna and then moved her hands to Anna's rear, adjusting her position.

The princess closed her eyes, and her hands fisted on Elsa's shoulders. "You make this so difficult, Elsa. Please stop." Her head lolled to the side as a wave of intense pleasure rolled down her spine to settle in her lower abdomen. She stared down at Elsa with half-lidded eyes. "We have to stop."

Elsa had one hand on Anna's hip and the other was painfully gripping the chair's armrest. Her hips jerked when Anna moved on her lap, and she whimpered low in her throat. "Must we?" Her mind was in a daze of delirious pleasure, and her erection demanded attention. She moved her hands to Anna's skirt and attempted to hike it up.

This action broke the spell Anna was under, and she grabbed Elsa's hands. "Please, Elsa. Stop."

Elsa released the princess's skirt and she moved her hands to the chair's armrests. After a few long moments her eyes cleared and her breathing was under control. "You undo me, Anna. You want complete honesty. A prostitute would never do it for me, never—but you, my body craves your touch, can't live without it. I fall apart when not in your presence, and I lust after you alone." She closed her eyes. "Does this make me evil? Does this make me a monster?"

Anna shook her head, partly to answer Elsa and partly to clear it of the libidinous fog she was under. "Then I'm a monster, as well." She leaned her forehead on Elsa's. "I don't know why this is happening, but it won't change that way I feel about you, Elsa—as my sister and best friend. I love you. But I just can't love you, if you know what I mean."

Elsa nodded and closed her eyes. "Okay, Anna, I understand." She was miserable.

Anna smiled down at her sister, sympathizing with her, and feeling her frustration and pain. "Let me go fetch that tea, okay?"

Elsa withdrew her hands. "Thank you, snowflake." She tried not to groan when Anna slipped off her lap. "Hurry back." When Anna was gone Elsa slipped into her bathroom.

The ninth Duke of Weselton sat in his father's study, indulging in cognac and smoking a pipe. He stared into the fireplace, his cold blue eyes hardening, and his mood souring as the hours passed. He looked at a letter in his hand, from his father, outlining a very intricate financial plan to ruin certain heads of state in the neighboring Kingdoms. He had read the letter three times, and even after that he could not figure out father's reasoning. Why did he want to ruin Arendelle? It was true they were not the best of allies, but the fact remained they had a treaty…

Magnus started at a rather loud knock at the door. "I said I was not to be disturbed!"

A page hesitantly opened the door and a young woman entered, she was immaculately dressed, her auburn hair done up in a tight bun, with the same striking blue eyes as her brother. "What on earth are you doing up here all alone, at this ungodly hour?"

Magnus forced a thin smile. "Aida, dear, don't be a prig." He downed his digestif and poured another. "Why don't you go and pester mother to increase your allowance. That's why you here, isn't it? You never cared for the old bastard even when he was alive."

"Don't you talk ill of the dead," Aida scowled. "You're drunk, aren't you?"

"Damn right I am." Magnus stood, and easily towered over his smaller sibling. He ran his hand through his black hair. "You'll be happy to know that soon we'll be a lot richer, all thanks to father and his brilliant accountants. Here, read this."

Aida grabbed the parchment, her brow furrowing. "What is this?"

"Father's ultimate revenge against Arendelle."

The Countess scanned the document, and then frowned. "This will bankrupt Arendelle?"

Magnus snatched the document from his sister. "War or this, I haven't decided which."

Aida moved to the fire to warm her hands. "I thought we were going to war, isn't that what father wanted?" She sat down in a chair close to her brother's and patted his chair. "Come and sit, Magnus."

The Duke's wobbly legs almost gave out as he sat. "What do you want?"

The Countess smiled and patted down her billowing skirt. She watched her brother for a few moments before speaking and secretly wondered if he was just as pliable as their late father. The old man had been easy to manipulate—a compliment here, and certain fawning there. In other words, he proved to be easily controlled. "Now, I believe father entered into a contract with the Westegaard's, did he not?"

Magnus blinked several times, trying to concentrate through his inebriation. "What of it?"

"Well, look at it this way. What renown is there in simply manipulating their financial markets? What kind of lesson can they learn by that, and, we are not even sure this plan will work. Isn't war a much more honorable endeavor?"

Magnus frowned. "People lose their lives in war, sister. This plan will see that only Arendelle suffers, and not Weselton. You would so easily give up innocent lives, and for what? What's going on in that pretty little head of yours?" Magnus lit his pipe again.

Revenge. Aida merely smiled. "You would do what, bankrupt their banks? Father wanted to impoverish Arendelle's people and humiliate its Queen. You are a coward if you think otherwise."

"Coward?" Magnus threw his pipe down on a table. "I'll show you cowardice…" The duke went to his study's door and slammed it open. "Guards!"

Two guards came running to the door, musket's ready. The taller of them spoke first. "Your Grace, are you injured?"

Magnus glowered. "No, obviously not. I want you to send word to General Voljor, I want to see him now. Wake him up if you have to." When the guards were gone Magnus slumped against the doorframe and glared at his sister. "Are you happy now?"

"I'll be happy to see you at the head of Weselton's army."

"Go to Hell."

"How are the plans coming along, Elsa?" Anna practically skipped into her sister's study, and knocked over a few books in the process. She looked apologetically at her older sister. "Sorry."

Elsa motioned for Anna to come closer to her desk. "We, this is what I've designed so far. Here, take a look." She scooted over so Anna could see her schematics.

Anna peered over Elsa's shoulder and saw a perfect representation of the attic, except her drawings showed long iron bars bolted from the ceiling to floor in a cross-lattice pattern. Smaller iron bars would be latched to the crisscross pattern at the windows to prevent escape. Anna was impressed. "This design only took you two days?"

"More or less," Elsa said, feeling accomplished in her work. She sat back in her chair and rolled her head from side to side. "I feel a little sore from sitting her so long." She glanced up conspiratorially at her sister. "Do you feel a walk, perhaps, or a dip

in the hot baths?"

"How about a walk to the western lighthouse?" Anna offered. "I could use a little exercise."

"You don't want to relax in the baths?" Elsa was surprised by Anna's lack of enthusiasm.

Anna gracefully slid into the chair next to Elsa's desk. "Do you really think we should be naked in the same bath?"

Elsa looked disconsolate. "No, now that you're saying it, I guess not."

Anna reached over and took Elsa's hand. "Don't be so disappointed, Elsa. It is nothing against you. I'm just not feeling in the mood for water right now. Please trust me."

"Alright, let me get my boots on." Elsa reached under her desk and took hold of her boots. She scooted her chair back to make it easier to put the footwear on.

Anna took the opportunity to observe her sister and her mannerisms. There was just something about her that was so graceful, no matter what she did, even sliding on boots that were too big for her small feet. Feet… Anna glanced at Elsa's foot before she put in the boot. The coloring was the same; the same bluish color she had seen in the cave, but the scales seemed more pronounced, and completely hid her smaller toes.

The princess reached over to touch the foot. "Do these hurt?" She ran her hand over the scales and found them to be soft and warm.

Elsa didn't answer for a few moments, as she was savoring the sweet contact. "No, I really can't 'feel' them, per se. But this foot looks different than my other one. There are more scales, and the bluish color is spread over more of my lower leg." She reached down and covered Anna's hand with her own. "That feels good."

Anna took Elsa's foot and laid it on her lap, and then she began to massage it. "How can you walk with your feet like this?"

The Queen stared, mesmerized by Anna's actions. "Umm, like I said, they may look different but so far my ability to walk hasn't been impeded."

The princess moved her fingers in a circular motion, and pressed harder. "Try to relax, Elsa."

The Queen nodded, but the sensation of Anna's soft fingers on her skin was almost too much to bear. "Anna, I think you need to stop," she whimpered.

Anna looked up immediately and saw the distressed look on Elsa's face. "I'm sorry, Elsa, I was only trying to help." She lowered her foot to the floor. "Do you still feel like going for a walk?"

Elsa sat up and finished putting her remaining boot on. "Yes, going outside might be good for me."

They exited Elsa's chambers and walked to the grand spiral staircase, it led them to the third floor of the castle. There was an exit on this floor that led outside to the ramparts that circled the castle perimeter. Various guards patrolled up in the bulwarks, and they saluted the Queen and Princess as they passed them. When they passed through the last guard tower Anna discreetly took Elsa's hand in her own.

The sun was high in the sky and the sea breeze felt good as they emerged into the sun.

Elsa turned up her face into the warm rays. "This was a good idea, Anna." She inhaled deeply and let out a deep breath. "Thank you."

They walked along the cobble stone ramp and enjoyed each other's company. Elsa lifted her hand and an ice seagull materialized and flew about Anna's head. The princess laughed and tried to catch the creature, but Elsa was faster, and continued to keep her creation out of Anna's grasp until the sun melted it away. When it was gone Anna turned back to her sister and took her hand again.

"I'm glad you are in a lighter mood today, Elsa."

"Me, too."

After about a hundred yards they reached the bottom to the tall stone lighthouse. Elsa opened the large wooden door and led the way up the stone steps to the top. She and Anna emerged to gaze upon the sun as it began to fall low on the western horizon. There was another lighthouse tower on the southern side of the bay, and two tall ships were passing through the towers, bringing goods to Arendelle.

Anna leaned on the railing and looked out to the peaceful land and sea. "It seems so difficult to believe that this Fimbulvetr is upon us, when it's such a beautiful day." She sighed. "Thinking about it makes me so sad."

Elsa stood behind the princess. "Then let us not think about it for now and enjoy what days are left to us." Elsa moved closer to Anna. "We didn't come out here to brood, did we?"

Anna looked over her shoulder. "No, we didn't." She rested her elbows on the railing. "Are you afraid at all, Elsa?"

The Queen frowned slightly. "I would be a fool not to be." She looked down to the water below. "A part of me is, I guess—not knowing what the details look like, even though I have a vague sense of what is going to happen." A seagull flew past them, shrieking as it went by.

Anna jumped at the sound, and her bottom made contact with Elsa's hips. "Sorry, I didn't mean to—"

But Elsa reacted to the contact as if struck, she lurched backwards and hit her new wings on the side of the lighthouse. The pain forced her body forwards and she landed on Anna's back. The two fell onto the stone walkway. The Queen managed to turn her body at the last second so that she absorbed the impact of the fall, and not Anna. But her wings hit the stone with a crunch, and she screamed in pain.

The wail was loud enough to be heard by a few soldiers patrolling the rampart, and Anna heard them running up the stone steps to the top of the lighthouse.

Anna scrambled off of Elsa and the Queen rolled onto her stomach, groaning. "Don't let me come up, Anna…please…."

The princess crawled to the door that led into the lighthouse and saw two guards near the top. "No, wait!"

The men halted and one of them stepped forward. "We heard a scream, Your Highness, is everything alright?"

"Yes, we are fine. I…saw a spider, dreadful creatures—and you know how deathly afraid of them I am!"

The guards looked to each other then smiled. The tallest one decided to speak. "Do you want me to come up and kill it?"

"No, no, that won't be necessary. The Queen has—taken care of it." Anna dismissed the two men and then went back to check on Elsa.

Elsa was still on her stomach, and was panting. "I think something broke."

Anna gasped. "Take off your shirt, let me see."

The Queen grimaced and moved to sitting position. After a few unsuccessful tries she managed to remove her shirt and turn for Anna. The princess noticed that the leathery wings were becoming a darker color than the tan brown they once were. She examined them, running her fingers over them until she felt a place where the bone appeared to be separated.

When she touched the spot Elsa flinched and hissed, and then moved away from her. "What is it, Anna?

"The thin bone that runs along the top of this wing snapped when you fell on it—it's broken, Elsa.

The Queen hissed again when she tried to turn around and face her sister. "My god, what am I supposed to do? I can't go to my physician, can I?" Elsa tried to move the wing but recoiled in pain after trying.

"Oh, Elsa." Anna tried to embrace her sister but Elsa pushed her away. The rejection surprised her. "What?"

"This is all your fault, Anna! If you didn't move that butt of yours against me I would not have fallen." Elsa turned away from her sister, incensed and aggravated.

"What? My fault? Oh, Elsa you are going to drive me crazy, do you know that? I'm not the one with sex incessantly on my mind."

Elsa was startled into silence and just stared at Anna for a few extremely long moments. "Excuse me, Anna, I have to go." She tried to pull the shirt back on, but it got stuck on the broken wing, and she cried out again.

Anna moved so that she was facing her sister. "What, Elsa? What did I do?" When she moved to help the Queen with the shirt Elsa let her.

After about a minute, Elsa finally looked up. "Do you really think that's all this is about?" She waved her hand to indicate herself. "Sexual gratification? That I would suffer all that I am, and will do, for… for…" Her voice trailed off, and she looked at Anna despondently before getting up and leaving the lighthouse.

Anna looked for Elsa at dinnertime but the Queen did not show up in the dining hall so Anna ate alone. After dinner she ventured to Elsa's study and her bedroom but her sister was not in either location. Anna walked dejectedly, after knocking on her sister's door for at least a half hour, through the darkened hallway and made her way to her own bedroom. She locked the door after entering and noticed that someone had made a fire in her fireplace, and had lit all of her candles. That's when she noticed Elsa sitting at her vanity, staring at herself in the mirror.

But her smile faltered when she saw the look of abject misery on Elsa's face. "I'm sorry, Elsa."

The Queen continued to stare at her reflection. "I know you are." She turned around to face her sister. "I'm sorry, too." The Queen stood and went over to the fireplace to warm her hands. "But you need to fully understand what is happening, Anna. I'm going through this—transformation—not for myself, and not just for you, but also for the continuation of the world. So that everything we know doesn't fade away into nothing. This Fimbulvetr to come scares me beyond measure, and if I could complete my destiny in some other way I gladly would. But I was born to do this, just as assuredly as I was born with my powers. It all makes sense to me now. Do you understand what I'm trying to say?"

Anna stood motionless, rooted to the spot, and the tears fell freely. "Oh, god, I am so sorry—for being a single-minded, silly fool."

Elsa opened up her arms. "Come here you silly fool."

Anna ran to Elsa's arms, and let her sister enfold her into her warm embrace, and her tears didn't stop as she peppered Elsa's face with consoling kisses. One of those kisses landed on the Queen's lips and lingered. Anna closed her eyes.

Elsa stopped breathing when Anna's lips found hers, and she used all of her willpower not to groan at the contact. Anna's lips were warm and soft, and pressed ever so delicately against her own, sending sweet shivers down her spine, warming her more than the fire ever could. They stayed that way for an eternity, each enjoying the feel of the other's lips. Elsa's arms found their way around Anna's waist, and she slowly started backing her up towards the bed. That's when Anna finally let it go, and tugged at Elsa's shirt until it was free of her pants. When she felt the back of her knees hit the bed she fell without hesitation, and she clung onto Elsa so that she would fall with her.

Breasts fell against breasts, and thighs intertwined. Elsa marveled at Anna's soft curves and Anna stroked at Elsa, loving the feel of her hardened flesh.

Elsa finally did moan, and she gasped when Anna tugged at her pants. Elsa frantically lifted on her hands, giving Anna the space she needed to undo the clasp; and when it was unhooked she desperately tried to pull them off while as the same time hike up Anna's skirt.

Both were startled by the sudden knock on Anna's door.

Thank you, again, for all the reviews and support for my story. I appreciate it, really.