A/N: First of, I would like to say- HOLY HELL, 205 VIEWS IN LESS THAN 24 HOURS?! I am super happy that this is ending up loved. I really hope that I continue to do well with writing this for all y'all. So, it is with great pride that I present you with the second chapter of Frozen Hearts. Don't forget to look at the art that this was inspired by: 'Hail the queen' by AtomicRedBoots on deviant art.

Also, there is a gift at the end of this chapter for all y'all who are reading this. There may not always be such a gift, but in honor of the following this has garnered in such a short amount of time, I felt it best.

WARNING: Dark themes, yuri, foul language, blood, gore, violence, and all that stuff that makes this worthy of an M rated fic resides here. If this does not suit you, please feel free to look at a different fic. Don't make me hurt you for stupidity.

With love,
Korrupted.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Frozen, nor the characters. Disney does. I just take them out for a few drinks, cop a few cheap feels, and then return them all rather flustered back to Walt. This fic is inspired by the ElsAnna art series by AtomicRedBoots.

Elsa sat up in her large bed, her expression full of gentle adoration as she took in the sight of the slumbering warrior princess beside her. If she was the one full of beauty and grace, her sister certainly didn't inherit a single ounce of those traits; long strawberry blonde hair was tangled around her head, various parts cow-licked in seemingly impossible ways, the lock of blonde hair draped across her face, her arms haphazardly resting across her head. Awake, Anna was the very image of death incarnate to her foes, a reminder of why Elsa was the Ice Queen, and her kingdom was one to be feared at best. Asleep, and Anna looked like a child who may never wake up from her messy slumber, drool idly starting to run from the corner of her mouth, her snores loud enough to make Elsa want to wrap a pillow over her ears some nights. The young queen trailed her fingertips along the jawline of the sleeping knight, Elsa hearing her grumble softly in content at the contact, a wide grin crossing her lips. "I love you." She whispered and swooped in to place a feather-light kiss on the scar that cross the bridge of her little sister's nose, the warrior shifting below her lazily.

"El...sa...?"

The blonde queen blinked at her slowly waking lover, her fingertips lovingly caressing the smaller woman's collarbone as she lay on her side above the shirtless knight. Elsa had covered the wound in rime ice, carefully crafting it to heal the only person on this earth that truly mattered to the powerful queen. Blue eyes slowly opened, Anna's expression alight with tender adoration for the other woman, her arms finding themselves circling around Elsa's waist. A soft hum of happiness flitted into the air from the princess, tugging her elder sister atop of her hips. "Elsa, what are you doin' up?" She half slurred, her foggy mind not grasping that her queen had at some point of the night shed her tunic, her black clothing still in place.

The regal woman chuckled before placing a few kisses on Anna's throat, suckling right below her ear as she huskily replied, "Just thinking about you." The reply was coy, full of dark seduction as the girl moaned soft, her battle-scarred face turning red as she squirmed, her hands clutching at Elsa's back in heady desire.

She had wanted to do this last night, but the queen had demanded that she rest, refusing to even consider the two of them entering their rather passionate dance of dominance and wills. However, Anna was panting heavily, her short nails digging into the cloth covered spine above her, sounding anything but the terrifying knight of Arendelle that she truly was. Elsa emitted a tiny growl as she pressed their lips together once more, eager to please her strong sister.

"Ahhh, true love. It shall certainly conquer all foes."

The male voice suddenly in the room started both Anna and Elsa, the regal queen sitting bolt upright as both of their faces burned crimson, two sets of blue eyes spotting the intruder sitting in a plush armchair a very wise distance away. Kristoff's grin was gentle and sincere, his brown eyes inquiring and full of understanding in his grey-ish face, his somewhat twig-like hair neatly styled atop his head. The man tilted his head respectfully to the two royal women, his hands in front of him with the fingertips touching, his features illuminated by the various colored crystals he wore on ropes, sashes, and his cloak. "Your Majesty. Princess. How are you both doing today?" He inquire nonchalantly, as if he wasn't sitting in the same room with two sisters in a very compromising position.

Elsa was internally groaning at the intrusion; Kristoff had an uncanny knack for coming to the castle at the most inopportune of times. The last time, she and Anna had been in a very... passionate embrace when he had somehow magicked his way into her bed chamber, a shirtless Anna chasing him from the room, bellowing in her rage at being interrupted, her ice blade in hand as the young troll chief dashed swiftly away, showing shocking agility despite his body being more like stone than human flesh these days. Elsa had been livid at his arrival, but he had come to warn the duo about the Weselton army marching towards them on the frozen fjord, and thus she couldn't remain too angry. "Kristoff, there had better be a damn good reason for you being in my bed chamber at this hour..." The Ice Queen growled in warning, a bit of frost collecting in the air at her irritation.

The man stood, his broad shoulders and heavily muscled physique showing his tremendous physical strength, his skin a roughly textured light grey tone, a few toadstools growing upon his form. He had once been human, or so he and the late chieftain had said, but his constant exposure to troll magic had changed him. The blonde troll mage stated once that before the trolls took him and Sven in, he had been learning the ice trade, but had become fascinated by the magic of his new family. He had stopped ice harvesting and lived among them, trying to learn as they did until their ancient and mysterious magic had bonded to him. When Elsa had first met the young man, he had still been learning under Pabbie, the thirteen year old having come with his adoptive grandfather and mentor to see the King and Queen, Anna not permitted to be there as Elsa was in their company. Kristoff had been far more human back then, his skin a bit rougher than a normal human's, only a few strands of his hair more twig-like than typical, and wearing clothes that would help any normal person stave off the frigid air of late autumn. His build was already growing to be powerful, her father later mentioning that the boy would have possibly been a very talented ice harvester under different circumstances.

As the years progressed, Elsa watched as the boy grew more and more troll like, and as he grew into a man. His skin became more like the stone of his family, and as such the amount of clothes he wore steadily decreased due to no longer feeling the chill of the Norwegian winter, though he refused to wear less than a loin cloth for his own sense of modesty. As his powers progressed, the amount of crystals on his person increased, his speech growing to sound less like an unsure boy and more like a wise sage. When Pabbie finally turned into an unmoving stone, Kristoff donned the mantle of his mentor, swearing fealty to Elsa in exchange for her assurance of protection for his kind. He had been the first to discover the secret of the two sister's budding romance, his only utterance, "Love is something precious and rare. If it is pure and true, does it matter?"

However, the mage was once again keeping her from properly enjoying a morning with her princess, and it seemed that it was of importance. "I fear I do, Queen Elsa. The mountains whisper of men from the far waters coming next. The trees groan in awe of the mighty weapons they bring with them." His brown eyes hardened slightly. "The Southern Isles are on the move at last."

"Not on my fucking watch." Anna snarled as she sat up, Elsa shifting to block Kristoff's view of her nearly bare torso with her own body jealously; as much as she knew that Kristoff had no interest in Anna, a part of the queen always had a gnawing worry that if things had been different for him, the troll chief could have very well been an obstacle for Anna's heart.

Instead, the platinum haired woman narrowed her gaze, her mind whirling at lightning speeds. She knew that the brothers would arrive sooner or later, but they had only just faced an army the day before. Surely they were hoping that either Arendelle had fallen, or that they had taken sufficient casualties to weaken them for an assault. "How long before they arrive?" Her voice was sharp and cold, the voice of the frigid ruler all but her sister and Olaf knew.

"Three weeks. The ice on the fjord will halt the ships and slow them for a while, but not stop them." Was the reply.

Anna swiftly stood, hissing at the rime covered wound being disturbed in her haste before hunting for a shirt, tugging it on. "Then I better get training." She informed her sister and their guest, leaving the room as she buckled on her scabbard belt, her ice sword at her side.

The queen turned her attention back for Kristoff, seeing him return to sitting as a feeling of unease built within her. "There's more, isn't there?" The blonde prompted, a stoic nod from her old friend.

As much as Anna saw her gentle, loving side, Kristoff was allowed to see a warmer side known as friendship that he and Olaf were granted. "Your powers are not yet fully realized, Elsa. I fear that if you are not careful, you may lead to the destruction of that which you hold dear."

His words caused the woman to stiffen, absurdly wondering if her heart had just frozen in her chest. She might hurt her Anna? Kill Anna? That wasn't possible. She would never do that! As if sensing her internal panic, the troll chief waved his left hand through the air between them, the space distorting until the hazy image of Elsa holding a lifeless Anna on the battlefield appeared, her mouth open in a blood-curdling screech of heart-broken agony. A deep wound was pouring blood from the center of her sister's chest, another one visible on her left side through destroyed armor. "She is the one weakness you truly possess. They may come to discover this and kill her. She would die for you, Queen Elsa, and you would perish of a broken heart."

The image vanished, Elsa unaware of the tears running down her cheeks. "What... What must I do?" She croaked out in a rough voice. She would do anything to protect Anna.

Kristoff sat in silence for a few more moments before speaking to her, "I do not know. This is a possible future, not a destined fate. Perhaps you must learn more of your powers, or perhaps you must forbid her from battle. I can't tell. I wish there was more I could do for you, Elsa." The male admitted.

The woman sighed before glancing up at the stone skinned man warily, a tiny smile on her lips. "You're growing a bit of moss. Right here." She tapped above her left eyebrow, the man smirking casually as he stood once more.

"Yes. That does happen." He stated, walking to the door moments before one of his yellow crystals glowed softly, causing him to halt. His green cloak had vines growing from it, moss and various fungi starting to edge their way onto the once cotton material. Kristoff turned only his head back to face the woman, his brown eyes full of a curious knowing. "Perhaps you should learn to remove ice as well, not just create it. It may be wise to look into that magic, Ice Queen Elsa." He informed her, swiftly walking out the doorway.

Elsa blinked at the open door he had left through, utterly confused. How could she learn to thaw ice? She knew how to create snow, ice, and craft life from it well, but to negate it? That was a mystery for her to solve.

"Anna~! Would you like something to eat?" Olaf inquired as the young knight trained against Kai, the rather heavy set butler holding a broadsword in his hands.

"Not now, Olaf." She grunted out through grit teeth as she pushed away from her mentor, panting from the exertion.

Kristoff had said that the various princes of the Southern Isles were coming to attack Elsa, and Anna would be damned if she would let them have that chance. Nothing would stop her from keeping her queen safe. No man, woman, or child would be spared from her blade if they dared to threaten her sister. Anna was first and foremost Elsa's loyal warrior princess, second her sister and lover; her own safety meant nothing in comparison to the powerful blonde's. The nearly white streak in her hair was pulled to her right braid as usual, her blue eyes full of cold determination as she charged at Kai. She hooked her blade around his and yanked it away, snaking the tip to lay against his throat before he stated with a proud grin, "I yield."

Anna lowered her weapon, her face covered with a thin layer of sweat as she used her blade to salute him respectfully, her mentor bowing to the young princess in return. She walked to the side of the training hall, her footsteps light on the earthen floors, watching other soldiers salute and bow if they were not sparring as she passed them. This was her sanctuary, her place to get away from everything and unwind while breaking in the rookies. Occasionally, literally if they mouthed off for their captain being a female.

"Princess Anna, might I have a word?"

The warrior turned her head to see Kristoff striding towards her, a few of the soldiers shying away from the troll man nervously; it was as if they feared his condition was contagious. The strawberry blonde nodded and took charge of a tankard filled with water, drinking deeply from it before speaking, her voice edged with a slight pant. "What is it, Kristoff?"

He looked about before motioning that they take their conversation to somewhere more private,the woman leading him to a meeting room before resting her hand on her sword hilt, waiting. The man blinked at the nervous gesture, then spoke calmly. "Anna, you must rest and recover for now. Do not train. Do not push yourself. I ask this of you as your friend." He urged, concern edged onto his strong features; features that Anna herself felt she might have been attracted to in another life.

However, his request for her to be idle angered the young woman, her scarred face seeming to grow into a deadly expression of rage. "Like hell I will. Those fuckers won't get near my sister. Not if I have anything to say about it. I have to train to stay strong, to protect her. Now, I have an attack dummy in there that I wanna maim." The princess snarled out, making her way back towards the door.

But he reached out and took a firm hold of her wrist, his voice stern and commanding. "Anna, you must heed my warning. I have seen a future with you slain, and I do not wish for it to come to pass."

She halted, half out of shock and half because she knew his grip was impossible to break. The warrior looked in the eyes as he went on. "There is a future where you fall for the sake of Elsa. One where you lose your life, and your soul. We have been friends these last three years, and I do not wish to see my friend die." His grip eased as Anna removed her wrist from his hand, rubbing it in silence. "We will help slow the invaders, the trolls and I. We have magic that can cripple their machines and destroy their troops. It is time my people and I joined the battle of the kingdom that protects us."

The knight blinked slowly, her eyes lowering to the fire crystal that lay over his heart, watching it glow and flicker red with his conviction. "Does the Queen know of your plan?" Anna inquired, half knowing the answer.

"Of course not. She would call it foolish and insist that I do nothing of the sort. She is not as frigid as she tries to appear, but you already know this well."

Blue eyes locked with gentle brown, the young warrior feeling fear for her friend for the first time. "You'll come back to us, won't you? Kristoff, you're our friend too. Both you and Sven. Promise me that you'll return to the castle victorious." She pleaded, sounding less like a fearsome soldier and more like a scared little sister.

Kristoff smiled at her softly and pulled her against his stone body, hugging her firmly as he assured her, "I promise I will do all that I can to return to you and Elsa. You have my word."

Anna hugged him as hard as she could muster, finally breaking the embrace as he removed a shining blue crystal from about his neck, placing it into her hands. "When all else fails, try love." He informed her, pulling away more so that he could transform into a boulder and burrow into the dirt floor, returning to his home.

Anna looked at the curious crystal, arching her eyebrow at it before tying it to her sword belt. She would keep it close, but she fully planned on returning it when Kristoff returned after the coming battle. Still, the princess wanted to train regardless of the warning, walking out swiftly to locate the attack dummy and unsheathing her blade, the frozen edge always razor sharp. With a mighty roar of rage, she began to lay into it, envisioning it as Hans, hacking it apart viciously. How dare he try to attack her land? Her kingdom? Her sister? "You won't get away with this." She snarled to the utterly destroyed item, picturing the man laying in bloody pieces at her feet as she panted heavily.

She would end him if he dared to try.

Preview of the next chapter:

Anna was sore. Three days of training to help her prepare for the upcoming battle was difficult with her healing injury. Dusk was setting in, and Elsa was likely wrapping up the meeting with the Italian dignitaries. She turned to look at the crystal still tied to her belt, assured by the soft glow of ice blue that it offered her. Kristoff was the closest thing she had to a brother, and the thought of losing him truly did trouble the fierce warrior. However, the sound of the door opening pulled her from her pensive state, looking up to see Elsa scowling at the floor. "Elsa, come to bed." The princess half pleaded, half commanded, the queen sighing as she pulled off her tunic in surrender to her demands.

"They are trying to send a small army to aid us, but they will not make it before nearly three weeks is out." The blonde admitted as she tugged off her boots. "I may need a few more minutes to send a request to Spain for more aid."

The warrior waited until Elsa had set aside the leather items before lunging up, wrapping her strong arms around the older woman and yanking her to the bed childishly. "But I want my Elsa to snuggle with, now!" She whined, feeling the blonde struggle only halfheartedly, giggling slightly.

"Anna! I have things to deal with! Royal things that are boring, and sadly needed!" Elsa protested, biting back a tiny moan as her sister teasingly nibbled her earlobe, the tip of her tongue trailing on the highly sensitive skin.