Anna rolled onto her side, and drifted somewhere between the waking world and sleep. After awhile she yawned and tentatively opened her eyes and found herself face to face with Elsa, who was still asleep. She blinked several times then yawned again, ascending quickly to an awakened state. Her body felt incredibly good, and with a blush, she realized the reason why. Elsa had been—so ardent in her desire that even now, her body still tingled. Anna inhaled slowly the sweet scent that was Elsa and then sighed in contentment.

"You're staring."

Anna blushed again. "I can't help it, Elsa. You are so…so…"

Elsa silenced her with a gently placed finger on her lips. "You don't have to say anything." She opened her eyes, and smiled sweetly.

"Okay." Anna snuggled into the blankets. "I didn't sleep well when you were gone."

Elsa gently rolled on top of Anna, careful not to startle her. "Well, I think we've found a cure for your insomnia." She bent down and brushed her lips against Anna's, eliciting a quiet moan from the princess below her. Their lips barely ghosted, but it was enough to stir both of them.

"Anna…" Elsa slowly rolled her hips, then lifted slightly on her knees, and spread Anna's legs apart. She bent her head towards Anna's breast and slowly circled her nipple with the tip of her tongue.

They writhed together like this for the longest time, hands all over the other, gently tugging and squeezing.

Anna squirmed under Elsa's gentle ministrations and arched her back. She ran her hands down Elsa's back and up again, careful not to ruffle her sensitive wings. Her left hand fisted the sheet below her, and she ran her other through Elsa's blonde locks. "Yes…just like that…"

Elsa switched to the other breast, her hands roaming unhurriedly all over the princess below her. "I'll be gentle…" She entered slowly, Anna's wetness coating her and making it as painless as possible. But instead of erratically thrusting, as she did earlier, she merely tensed her buttock muscles, which eased her into Anna thoroughly yet gradually.

Anna sighed and her head lolled to the side. "Oh, that feels so good." She spread her legs wider and bent her knees. "Elsa…"

Elsa adjusted her position, and their breasts touched. With infinite tenderness she rocked her pelvis against Anna's, and she laid her head on her shoulder. "Anna…" Her panting was barely audible, and she brought her hand up to cup Anna's cheek. "I love—this."

Anna was completely undone by the sweet torture, and soon felt the small tremors in her lower abdomen. Her whole body was awash in the satisfying pleasure, and she soon sucked in a deep breath as the force of her orgasm rippled through her, and then spread out like a fine filigree of electricity, moving up her spine and spreading out onto her quaking limbs.

Elsa continued her slow thrusting, her own body begging for its own sweet release. Both hands migrated to Anna's soft face and she lifted her head to stare down into her inviting eyes. "Anna—" She was trembling, holding back tears, her body undulating with need.

Anna grabbed her head and whispered hotly in her ear. "Let it go."

Elsa did.

Elsa emerged from her closet fully dressed and was putting on her uniform jacket. She frowned somewhat when she noticed that Anna was still in her bed. "Are you not going to get up?"

Ann stretched and pulled the duvet closer to her. "I'm not sure that I can. My toes are still tingling."

Elsa blushed, and lowered her head. "Really?"

Anna closed her eyes and sighed. "Oh, yes." She opened her eyes and glanced at the clock. "We missed lunch, Elsa. I'm surprised no one came to remind you."

Elsa sat down on the bed and nodded. "That is odd. I usually can't get the staff to leave me alone." She began to fidget. "You don't suppose anyone… came to the door, do you? Let me check." She hurriedly walked out of the bedroom, and then came back immediately. "Anna, my parlor door was unlocked."

Anna's eyes widened. "I don't remember locking it after I barged right it."

"Anna, you must be more careful, okay? We can't afford to make any mistakes, not with what the future holds." Elsa sat back down on the bed and took her sister's hand. "There is just too much at stake."

"I understand, and I'm sorry. I won't make that mistake again."

"Good, thank you." Elsa paused, as if thinking on something difficult. "Perhaps its time to change our strategy, Anna, and confide in someone as too what is to come."

Anna blinked. "You mean tell someone else about the Fimbulvetr and the prophecies?"

"Not one person, but a few key people in the Kingdom who have influence on the others." Elsa scooted on the bed and leaned against her headboard. "Master Kai is one who needs to know. As Master of the Castle he has authority over its entire staff, even the guards and soldiers who protect it."

"Yeah, that makes sense. What about Gerda? She has a lot of influence as Head of the Household."

Elsa shook her head. "I'm not sure about Gerda, as Kai is her direct supervisor, and he will know." Elsa pursed her lips. "Let me think about Gerda, okay? General Urban needs to know—he's a levelheaded man, and I think I can trust him to do the right thing when the time comes—and Zander knows a little part of the truth. It may be useful to tell him everything."

"Why?" Anna cringed, feeling a bit of jealousy.

Elsa sighed. "Again, Anna, please don't be jealous of Zander. He's not only loyal to me but to you and the Kingdom, as well."

"Is there anyone else we should tell?"

Elsa thought it over. "Am I missing anybody? Kai and General Urban seem like the best choices for now." She looked up to the clock. "The general staff meeting starts soon."

Anna yawned. "Have fun."

The Queen smiled at Anna as she sat up. "I've got to go, Anna." As she swung her legs over the side of the bed a thought occurred to her. "Anna, come with me."

Anna rolled onto her side. "Why would I want to go to a staff meeting?"

Elsa turned to face her. "Because you'll have to be Queen one of these days, and you need to learn these simple duties."

The princess sat up immediately, reality settling on her uncomfortably. "Okay, I'm sorry. Can we find something to eat afterwards?"

Elsa chuckled. "I was thinking we could stroll on into town, find a nice restaurant or ale house?"

Anna clapped her hands in excitement. "I'd love to!"

"I'm sure we'll be just fine, Captain." Elsa started walking from the courtyard to the outer gates.

But Captain Gunnar wasn't convinced, and trotted up to the Queen. "A thousand pardons, Your Majesty, but I can't let you and Princess Anna just wander into town by yourselves. I must insist upon going with you."

Elsa stopped walking and turned to face the guard. "Okay, but I insist that you and your men stay behind a few yards—give us some room. We are not prisoners, you know."

"Of course, Your Majesty. Guards!" The Captain whistled and about a half dozen castle guards scurried up to him. "Follow us—at a respectable distance, of course."

Elsa turned to go, Anna at her side. They exited the gates and slowly walked down the eastern bridge towards Arendelle village. After awhile Elsa turned her head and saw that the Captain was about ten yards behind them, and the rest of the guards were about ten yards behind the captain.

Anna saw the indignant look on Elsa's face. "What is it, Elsa?"

"As if I can't protect you by myself." The Queen adjusted the sword at her side. "Have they forgotten I have ice powers?"

Anna lowered her head and chuckled. "Well, I think it has to do with a certain Captain liking me."

Elsa huffed. "Are you talking about Captain Gunnar?" She glanced behind her again but didn't stop walking.

"Stop looking, Elsa." Anna linked her arm with Elsa's. "Please don't embarrass me."

The blonde briefly glanced at their interlocked arms. "It is he, isn't it?"

"Yes, it is. It is flattering, I will admit."

Elsa grinned. "Yes, I do admit so myself." She looked away and smiled to herself at some hidden memory.

"Oh, care to share?" Anna drawled.

Anna's mischievous question wasn't lost on Elsa. "Nope, I do not."

The sun shone down from a cloudless sky, and a gentle breeze blew in from the bay, making their late afternoon walk a pleasurable experience. Several citizens nodded to them as they walked past, or bowed. Both gestures were acceptable to the Queen of Arendelle. Soon they were past the bridge making their way through the marketplace, with its myriad stalls. Elsa stopped at a flower vendor to admire the wild bluebells, and Anna used this opportunity to pause at the candy vendor, to sample the day's chocolate.

"How is your Kjøttkaker, Anna?" Elsa sat back in her seat and folded her napkin.

They were seated in a quaint café in the eastern part of the village where most of Arendelle's restaurants were located. The walls were paneled with dark wood and a large stone hearth provided most of the interior lighting. Anna and Elsa were seated next to the fire, and Elsa had ordered the guards to wait for them outside, as she didn't want them around during her meal. There were only a few other patrons in the small café.

Anna put down her fork and smacked her lips. "It's perfect." She spread lingonberry sauce on her potatoes. "But those pork chops of yours look delicious, too."

"It's been a long time since I enjoyed a good plate of Svinekoteletter." Elsa picked up her cup of ale and drank. "This was a good idea, wasn't it?"

"Of course, I'm glad I thought of it." She ducked the napkin Elsa tossed her way.

Elsa sighed, as there were a few things on her mind, things that she had yet to tell Anna, and she was a little afraid to bring them up. "Anna?"

The princess continued to eat without looking up. "Yes?"

"Are you a little curious to know what happened while I was in the Valley of the Living Rock?"

Anna looked up and a small smile graced her features. "I am interested, but you've been keeping me a little distracted."

Elsa's hand jerked a bit, spilling her meat and fried onions. "Oh, well…ahem, aside from that. There are a few things you need to know, Anna."

Anna could feel her heart sink a little. "What is it?"

"Grand Pabbie died while we were in the Valley."

The princess's eyes widened, and her fork dropped. "Oh, no…my goodness…" Her voice trailed off and she shook her head. "No, it can't be."

Elsa put down her own fork. "I'm sorry, Anna, I should have told you this sooner."

"I'm just glad you did." The princess tilted her head. "Does this mean the war has started?"

"No, it hasn't." Elsa thought about it for a few moments. "Actually, that's a very good question. Maybe… I don't know."

Anna lowered her head. "Oh, gods…I bet Kristoff was devastated."

"Anna, Kristoff isn't going to America. He decided to stay in the Valley after Pabbie's death—to help the trolls."

"He must be very upset."

"We all were, Anna." Elsa looked long and hard at the redhead; looking for any sign of Pabbie's revelation. "Do you feel well? I mean, if you were feeling—sick, you would tell me, right?"

Anna blinked. "Well, yes. But you always seem to know if I'm ill so I don't worry too much about it." She looked at Elsa closely. "What does my health have to do with Pabbie's death?"

"Nothing, really." Elsa was at a loss on how to tell Anna the most important news of perhaps her lifetime. Could the old troll have been wrong? Was Anna really pregnant? Elsa's head swam with all the implications, and then it hit her suddenly, with the force of a thousand cannons; she was going to be…to be… She suddenly felt as if she'd been punched in the stomach, so great was the impact on her psyche.

Anna noticed Elsa's sudden and drastic mood change and quickly reached over the table to grab her hand. "My god, Elsa, you look like you just saw a ghost! What is it?"

Elsa tried to speak, but her throat was constricted. All she could do at that moment was stare at Anna. Anna is going to have my child—my child… The blonde's eyes widened, and she was hit then with a sudden need to… laugh. She tried to stifled a giggle but couldn't. She put her hand on her mouth to hide her delight but she couldn't. Another giggle arose, unbidden, and for a brief second, she looked horrified.

Then Elsa burst out in the loudest laughter Anna ever heard from her. It surprised her so much that that all she could do was gawk, and wonder if her sister had finally lost her mind. But then the giggles hit her, and she joined in Elsa's revelry. The other patrons in the café regarded them for few moments, thought nothing was wrong, and then went back to eating their meals.

After awhile Elsa finally calmed enough to wipe at the few tears streaking down her cheeks. She breathed in deeply and then released a cleansing sigh. "Oh, Anna, I haven't laughed like that—ever."

Anna quieted, as well. "Will you tell me what that was all about?"

Elsa regarded the princess and smiled, feeling a profound sense of happiness at the moment. Nothing else mattered at this exact second but the undeniable reality that in nine months… Nine months, a time of war… But then she sobered and realized at that time Arendelle might still be at war, with Anna right in the middle of the conflict—a pregnant Anna, giving birth while Arendelle burned. Her fleeting moment of happiness was over. "I—promise I will. I just can't, not right now."

Anna seemed to accept Elsa's answer because she picked up her fork and started eating again. Elsa, on the other hand, had lost her appetite but continued eating anyway, as to not draw suspicion on herself.

Fingaard and Hans rode their mounts into the battlefields of Jonvar an observed their forces during their practices. They finally stopped at the large tent in the center of the practice field and dismounted. Fingaard led Hans into the tent and took him immediately to a large wooden table that had a map on top of it; it was a map of Arendelle and its surrounding fjords.

Hans took off his riding gloves and poured himself some brandy. He brought his drink over to the map table. "Thanks for the tour, Fin. I will admit—I'm impressed with the progress the troops are making. Perhaps we'll be able to take Arendelle sooner than expected."

"That depends, brother."

Hans bristled slightly, he never liked the way Fingaard said 'brother'; the way it slipped off his tongue like a slander. "Depends on what?"

"Cousin Magnus, of course, and the Weselton forces."

"Oh, I wouldn't worry too much about Magnus, my man at court we'll see to the training of their troops.

Fingaard laughed. "Your man at court? What on earth are talking about, Hans?"

"General Voljor of Weselton, my dear Finny, is in my pocket, so to speak—he's being blackmailed."

For a brief moment there was a look of self-doubt on Fingaard's face. But he covered it quickly. "How… did you manage that?"

Hans eyed his brother warily. "Never mind how I managed it. Your only concern is to help me win—and I'm serious when I say 'me.' First we decimate Arendelle, with Weselton's help, of course, and then at the last moment, we turn on our fair cousin and kill him, as well. It's a perfect plan, trust me." Hans drank his brandy and watched Fingaard over the rim of his glass. "What's the matter?"

"I… I would be wary of such a plan myself. How can you be sure about General Voljor?"

"I have my ways; I'm not as inept as you seem to think I am—brother." Hans finished his brandy and put the glass on the map. "Oh, and one more thing. I had to have poor Ingleif arrested, the stupid fool."

Fingaard merely nodded, and then poured his own glass of liquor. "On what charges?"

"It appears the fool was drunk and then began to brag about how he was planning to thwart my war against Arendelle. I hope it was only the drink talking, and not him. I'd hate to add treason to the list of charges against him, as well as public drunkenness." Hans smiled at his oldest brother, and then picked up his glass and handed it to him. "Another one, please."

Fingaard turned to pour Hans another drink, his face stony. He wondered if he had grossly misjudged his younger brother's abilities and intentions.

Countess Aida looked over the railing to her private tall ship and tried to hold in her latest meal. She was seasick, and hating travelling by ship. But at this time it was the fastest way to travel to Arendelle and she was determined to get to the small country as soon as she could. She had important information for its Queen, and she hoped to make there quickly. Truth be told, she wanted to see Elsa again, to make sure the new Queen was doing well.

Aida chuckled to herself at that last thought. She wasn't so much as worried over the monarchy as she was with Elsa personally, and—this supposed important trip was just an excuse to see her again. The Countess clutched at her stomach and groaned. Lunched seemed determined to be her undoing, and she thought glad to be rid of it as she leaned over the railing and heaved.

A seaman trotted over to her. "Are you alright, Lady Aida?"

The Countess waved him away and groaned.

But the sailor wasn't looking at her anymore and was staring over the railing towards the back of the ship. His eyes widened and he indicated for the Countess to look as well. There was another tall ship, fully rigged, at their stern, and following at a great distance.

Elsa and Steingard stood in the center of the north attic and watched as the workmen fitted the first of the irons bars to the windows. The Queen held her schematic and the architect smoked his pipe and gave out orders. Elsa looked about the large room with worried fascination. It was wonderful seeing her design being put into use, but the workers appeared to be working too slow, and days were passing until the next full moon.

The Queen unrolled her plans and spread it on a nearby table. She looked from the worker's progress to what she had written on the diagrams. "They're going too slow, Master Steingard. I have an exact timeframe written here and they're not following it."

The architect cleared his throat. "If I may, your Majesty, but I adjusted it to better suit your needs."

The blonde frowned. "But I told you, Steingard, that I need this finished by the end of the month…or sooner."

Steingard looked down at the plans again and shook his head, and then he gestured for the Queen to follow him to one of the walls. He banged on the stone wall with a hammer, nothing happened. "These outer walls are not a problem, Your Majesty, they will hold in the next great storm. But, come and take a look at this." He walked over to a wall that had a window in it.

He banged with his hammer again, and this time was able to dislodge a chunk of rock. It fell to the floor. "Its these window bearing walls that I'm concerned with. They are not as sturdy for some reason. So I'm having the workers toil on these walls first, along with the windows themselves."

Elsa sighed, greatly relieved. "I see, so it would have wasted time to work on those walls when these need it first?"

"Absolutely, Your Majesty."

"Thank you for your thoughtfulness, Master Steingard, I greatly appreciate it." Elsa rolled up the designs and tucked them under her arm. "I have to go but I'll check on the progress in about a week."

The Queen arrived at her chambers late into the night, having had to attend to various meetings with her advisors and dukes. After those meetings there was a large pile of correspondence on her desk that needed her immediate attention, including the progress reports from General Urban. Not only was the progress in the attic going slow, so was the positioning of Arendelle's army for its training exercises—and this was not the news she was expecting. She had expected the General to have worked out the kinks to his strategy by now.

Elsa locked the door to her parlor and leaned heavily against it, exhausted beyond measure. She unhooked her belt with the sword attached and tossed it on a nearby chair before making her way to her liquor cabinet. Elsa poured herself some brandy and then went to sit at her fireplace. She settled into her favorite over stuffed chair and briefly closed her eyes, willing her overtired muscles to relax.

She thought she heard the patter of feet on her carpet, and then two warm hands were in her hair, massaging her scalp. Elsa groaned. "Anna…"

"Shh…keep your eyes closed."

Elsa complied, and groaned again when a naked body fell into her lap. She reached out but her hands were slapped away.

"Don't touch."

Two hands attached to her wrists and guided her hands to the armrests of her chair. Elsa squirmed a bit, and her body responded to the naked form in her lap. "Anna… please, let me touch you."

The hands came back and guided the Queen's hands to two firm breasts. Elsa gasped, and she began to squeeze the breasts under her hands and pinch the nipples. She squirmed again, and tried to position her hardened flesh to find relief. Then the naked body scooted back on her legs and hands were at the clasps to her pants, fumbling with the fasteners.

"Elsa…I can't loosen…they're stuck."

The blonde's eyes snapped open and she moved her hands to the clasps and tried to release them, but they were, indeed, stuck. "Anna, get up for a second, alright?"

Anna got up and waited, but the blonde was still having problems. "Elsa, stand up."

The Queen stood and tried again, and this time she was able to release the hooks. As soon as she did this Anna pushed her back on her chair and straddled her lap.

Anna reached between their bodies and grasped Elsa's flesh, which caused the blonde's body to jerk forward, almost spilling the princess onto the floor. Elsa grunted as Anna guided her flesh to her heated center, and then she groaned when Anna adjusted her hips, allowing for Elsa to push right in.

The princess closed her eyes and mewled from the back of her throat. When she started to move she felt Elsa's hands at her hips, stopping her. Her eyes snapped open immediately and she looked down. Elsa had a strange expression on her face. "What…what is it?"

"Anna, please, I can't do this right now. There is something on my mind."

"But, I'm ready… and so are you."

Elsa groaned again, still deep within Anna, her body telling her to go on, but her mind troubled. "Please… stop."

Anna stopped all movement, and slowly got off of Elsa's lap. "I'm so sorry, Elsa."

"No, its all my fault, Anna. Its just… there is something I need to tell you. I should have told you sooner than this." Elsa stood up and refastened her pants and then turned away from Anna's nakedness.

Anna seemed to recognize Elsa's distress because she retrieved the Queen's housecoat and put it on. "My god, Elsa, what has you so grieved?"

The blonde turned around. "Anna, you… you are with child." She looked up to see Anna staring at her, a bemused look on her face.

"What? Please, don't joke about something like that."

Elsa stood firm and resolute. "I'm not joking, Anna, please believe that I would never hurt you in that way. Pabbie revealed this to me, before he died."

They just stared at each other for the longest time, neither one of them speaking, or moving; and Elsa didn't expect the slap to be so hard that it stung her cheek, but it did. When Anna slammed her door open she didn't try to stop her from leaving, but fell back into her chair.

"What have I done?"

The action is going to start progressing extremely fast from this point on, as we explore a few of Elsa's transformations before the great war starts. Again, please let me know how i'm doing.