A/N: I bet all y'all thought I was giving up on this fic, huh? Well, not at all! I FINALLY beat the hell out of the writers block with a killer plot twist and possibly something to make all y'all squeal in joy. Or rage. Or... whatever. For those who also read my other fics, Betrayed Destiny and Mistaken Gain are both being chipped away at, and Ladies Man is on hold for now. A word of caution to this tale, if you try to write more than five fics at once, you shall fail. (If anyone gets the movie that I adapted that line from, I will love you forever.) Also! At the bottom of this fic is a second authors note that contains a poll. PLEASE vote for it as it will affect the ending of the fic! That's right; the fate of Ice Queen Elsa and Warrior Princess Anna are in YOUR hands! Choose well.

WARNING: Contains PrIncest! Yes, another porn chapter. GRAPHIC LESBIAN SEX INVOLVING SISTERS. If you are this far into it and complain about the sex, I will maim you. Or take it out on the characters. Whichever I think is easier at that moment. This chapter also contains language, plotting, and a few characters I bet that none of y'all thought I would toss in.

With love,
Korrupted.

Shout outs-

ShadowSoldier23: *flails* Thank you for your words! It makes me so happy that people really love this series. On a sad note about that, there will only be three more chapters, so we are in the home stretch. And Fenrir howls daily to inspire me, but it's not always about just this one fic. I have about seven on this site that I am writing at once, and at LEAST another five that are 'hidden' (ones that I have at least two chapters for, but have posted none.) fics. But, I hope you enjoy this chapter!

CobaltDusk: I think you may be my biggest fan for this fic! *huggles you close* Thank you for always reading and reviewing. It really does help me to write more for the fics. Sadly, as I just mentioned, this fic is winding down.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Frozen, nor any of the Disney characters. Obviously, Disney does. Otherwise, all of you should be very, VERY afraid for what I might do if I ruled the animation kingpin. *cackles evilly in the dark corners of my room, the world burning behind me* This fic is based loosely off of the AU ElsAnna art series by AtomicRedBoots. PLEASE go look at it. It's super amazing.

Elsa sat on the throne as Anna paced restlessly, the warrior not daring to believe that they would be so lucky as to escape a battle. Even Olaf couldn't deter her from her worried thinking, and frankly, it was driving the queen up the castle walls. She stood regally, walking over to wrap her arms around the smaller woman from behind and tug her close to her body, halting her motions instantly. "Anna, just relax. All will be fine." She soothed, feeling the warrior relax ever so slightly.

"I'm just worried about you. If they do come, and we fight, I fear losing you, Elsa." Anna spoke without looking at the blonde, one hand gripping the hilt of her ice sword. "I don't know what I would do without you."

The memory of the vision flowed into the queen's mind, her arms tightening marginally around her sister. The image was one of Elsa's greatest fears; losing the woman she loved so dearly. If that came to pass, if she lost her beloved warrior, how would she go on? Just then, the doors opened and Elsa let go of the strawberry blonde as quickly as possible to avoid anyone seeing the display of affection. Oaken and Kristoff walked in, the burly man clothed in thick winter wool while the troll chief strode in only a loincloth and his cloak, both kneeling before the elder female. "Ice Queen Elsa, ve have finished verking on the military clothing. Is there anything else ve need to make?" The large human inquired, his tone humble.

The woman thought hard for several moments, going over all that was needed before shaking her head in reply. "No, that is all, Oaken. You and Kristoff are dismissed." She stated in a sharp voice, ignoring the smirk on the grey skinned man's lips.

Both of them stood at her words and walked out of the doors, the princess once again pacing the floors as Elsa sighed. She needed to do something before her sister drove them both mad with all of her worrying. And so, the queen took hold of Anna by the collar of her shirt to pull their lips together, kissing her deeply and firmly, even though the young princess knight squirmed in a weak protest. After several moments, Elsa felt arms wrap around her shoulders and the kiss become no longer quite so one-sided, nipping at her beloved warrior's lower lip impishly as the strawberry blonde groaned, adding a chill to the gesture. She leaned back slightly, gratified at the slightly flushed face that she saw and winked. "Anna, I believe that right now, I want you in my bed chamber. And I will not be taking 'no' for an answer." Was the soft but definitive statement, bare desire visible in her blue eyes.

Anna was properly breathless, but she panted and grinned devilishly, finding herself being dragged down the halls as a few guards cat-called and cheered the duo on their march to the bedroom. Though the captain of the Arendelle forces didn't have the heart to begrudge her men the tiny bit of humor, she did grant them a scathing glare and a half-hearted middle finger as the queen pulled her along. The scarred woman was shoved into the room with a tiny squeak, hearing it slammed heavily shut again before cool lips came crashing down upon hers once more, her arms wrapping tightly around her lover's shoulders as Elsa backed her against a wall, her fingertips trailing along the skin just under the hem of her woolen shirt. Anna's head tilted upwards to the right as her sister's possessive mouth edged lower onto her jawline, then throat, sharp bites laced with a touch of frost gracing her sensitive flesh as she melted into the stone wall behind her for support. "Els-sa~!" The princess whimpered in lusty delight, arching her cloth covered chest into her sister's.

The ice queen growled into the surface of soft flesh under her attentive mouth, her hands tearing open the shirt and destroying the breast band just as swiftly, feeling the younger girl arching her hips ever so slightly in desire. She ducked down lower to suckle at the modest left breast, her ice chilling her mouth to cause the strawberry blonde to writhe desperately in her grasp, flicking her tongue along her nipple as a groan escaped the most feared knight in Arendelle. Her hands roamed over the fairly muscled surface, her fingertips trailing over taut abs, faint scars, and scratching Anna's back roughly as she felt the smaller woman's knees buckle a little, strong fingers knotting into her platinum hair. Her mouth moved to the other breast, hoisting her lover up to wrap her legs around her body and carrying her to the large bed before pulling back to gaze down at the woman splayed before her sensually. Anna's chest was heaving with her heavy breathing, her freckled skin flushed as both of her nipples stood erect, a fair blush gracing her cheeks. The princess' expression was pleading, Elsa conjuring up ice to coat her fingers as she once again traced the body of the woman she adored, watching as the warrior arched and moaned in bliss, goosebumps rising on her form. "Elsa, for the love of every god known, just fuck me! Please, you're driving me crazy!" Anna begged, grasping the sheets below her as more languid moans poured forth from her lips.

The elder woman smirked in victory, instantly tugging away both of their boots and Anna's pants before opting to tease her just a bit more, her cold fingers flirting with the loincloth in a torturous fashion. Strong hands gripped at her top before she found it torn away by a very impatient Anna, the princess leaning up to suckle eagerly at her collarbone. Blue eyes drifted up a little as the queen groaned from the sensation, but pushed her lover back down and tugged away the last piece of clothing from the knight, her cold fingernails tracing frost along the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs.

Anna moaned louder, her hands clutching at the blankets as her sister teased her more, lines of cool water flowing down her body in the wake of the icy touch of her beloved queen. It was intoxicating to feel the soft yet firm motions from the elder royal, relishing in the sharp nips to her collarbones that sent shivers rushing through her form while she remained under her lover. Finally, she felt one hand slipping down her stomach to stroke at her heated opening, the contrast of the cold fingers against the hot flesh sending her chest arching upwards. Her nails dug into the white flesh of Elsa's back as two slender digits slid inside of her passage, her hips rolling aimlessly to assist her blonde lover. Her head rolled back, baring her already hickey dotted throat to receive more frost laden bites, the fingers expertly stroking and curling within her body. Anna panted, groaned, clinging tightly to her sister as the woman used her thumb to press on her clit. "FUUUUCK! D-don't stop, please!" The scarred warrior lewdly whimpered, her blue eyes shut as the fingers continued to pillage her willing opening.

Teeth nibbled at her earlobe, a languid moan flitting from the freckled woman's lips. Elsa vaguely heard all of the various incoherent sounds her younger sibling was uttering, her fingers soaked from the fluid that all but poured from the tight passage they were in. She curled her nimble digits, muffling Anna's sounds by possessively kissing her mouth, her thumb not stopping in it's torment of her clit, the smaller woman wildly arching her hips to increase the pleasure as much as possible. The queen slipped her tongue into her beloved warrior's mouth, feeling the opening tightening more, the scarred young woman below her whimpering louder as her entire body arched and tensed, clawing at her spine in passion. Finally, the knight screamed in ecstasy, shook, and trembled as her hips jerked, Elsa smirking into her lips as the passage tensed over and over again on her fingers, slowing her motions down gradually. Her kisses moved to Anna's jawline, allowing the warrior to pant loudly, the grip on her body easing slowly until the two women were simply laying on the bed, the platinum blonde removing her fingers at long last. "Holy fuck..." Anna panted.

Elsa sat up and grinned widely down at her flushed lover, licking her fingers clean in a very lewd fashion. "Well, I don't know about the 'holy' part, but yes." The woman teased.

Anna laughed and tugged her sister down to kiss her gently, her arms shaking a bit as they wrapped around pale shoulders, her lover nuzzling her throat affectionately. "Hey, Elsa?"

"Hmm?"

"Do you think Mother and Father are okay with this? You know, with us like this."

The sudden question stunned the ice wielder, the older woman pulling back to look at the curious princess below her, blinking a few times. How would their late parents take their rather unconventional, incestuous relationship? Probably not well at all. But she didn't want to say that fact aloud, and most certainly not to the woman she loved most. "Well, I'm not sure, Anna. But we weren't raised together in the true sense." Her ice blue eyes searched the sky toned ones thoughtfully. "We hadn't seen each other in years. We were strangers until my coronation, and that was five years ago. We knew of each other, but nothing more. And I wouldn't have it any other way."

The freckled fighter grinned at the reply and stroked Elsa's cheek tenderly with her right hand. "Nor would I. I love you, Elsa."

The queen leaned down to kiss her sister gently, the action full of adoration. "I love you too, Anna."

The two women basked in the mutual embrace until the bed chamber doors were all but thrown open, a panting guard rushing in only to jump back at the sudden barrage of icy projectiles the queen had hurled at him. "M-my apologies, Your Majesty! But the Princess and Prince Consort of C-corona are in the drawing room. Th-they bring news they say you must hear." He managed before hastily retreating, shutting the doors behind him.

Instantly, the two women were wildly scurrying to get out of the bed, the princess frantically looking for a new loincloth and breast band while the platinum blonde rummaged for a new top. As soon as they were dressed, and their hair fixed, they strode out of the room and down the hall, Anna toying with the braid that held her white-blonde streak nervously. When they reached the drawing room, Kai opened the wooden door for them, both of their faces blank as they noticed not two people waiting for them, but four. "Our apologies for keeping you waiting. We didn't hear you were coming." Anna stated in a pleasant tone, a pair of light brown eyes meeting hers with an impish light.

"Oh, don't worry. I think the whole kingdom could hear you com- ow!" The man flinched when the smaller brunette woman slapped the back of his head harshly, her lilac toned wool clothing emblazoned with the crest of their own kingdom in Germany.

"Eugene..." The green eyed female warned, sighing at her husband's antics. "Forgive him, Anna. He's an idiot." The princess responded, a slightly bemused expression on her features.

The princess knight was blood red as Elsa laughed loudly, the queen enjoying the unfamiliar sight of her little sister so flustered by someone other than her. "He's not that bad, Rapunzel. Besides, Anna can be just as bad. Come, give me a proper hug, why don't you?" She half commanded of her slightly younger cousin, the twenty five year old woman walking over to embrace her happily.

After the German princess stepped back from the ruler of Arendelle, she turned to do the same with Anna, leaving Elsa to look curiously at the other two hooded figures in the room. Both were wearing heavy brown cloaks, exotic animal furs worn over them like sashes, grey and light grey woolen clothing peeked out from under those, thick fur lined boots on their feet. Two spears were propped against the wall, the taller figure lowering his hood to expose his face, his blue-green eyes looking at the painting of the late king and queen in open wonder. His long brown hair was matted into dreadlocks, his skin darkly tanned from years of possibly being in direct sunlight, a short beard on his face, and two streaks of paint on each cheek. Something about him seemed very familiar, but it wasn't until she looked at the painting he was staring at that she realized that he held a very strong resemblance to her father. Elsa kept her face blank and unassuming, looking at the man and his still hooded companion. "Rapunzel, what are you doing here, anyways?" Anna inquired.

The brunette waved her hand dismissively. "Oh, I was just in the neighborhood-"

"Germany is hardly a stone's throw away from Norway, my dear." The queen interrupted in a humored tone. "But may I ask who are these two with you?"

The former thief grinned and walked over to the unhooded male. "Herr Berg informed us you had requested for supplementary forces, and so we decided to bring them ourselves. These two are from Africa, and are the current leaders of Rapunzel's Pascal Legion. Tarzan," He motioned to the male before gesturing to the smaller figure. "And Jane Porter."

Slender yet tan hands reached up to lower the hood, revealing ocean blue eyes, medium brown hair that was in thinner dreadlocks than her counterpart and styled in a bun with feathers woven into a few locks, and a young face. "How do you do." Jane inclined her head respectfully, her British accent incredibly prominent.

"I am Queen Elsa, this is my sister, Princess Anna." The monarch introduced to her two guests, guessing Jane and Tarzan to be closer to Anna's age. "Welcome to Arendelle, and I thank you both for coming to aid us."

"Why do you have a picture of Mother and Father on the wall?" Tarzan quickly questioned, his voice a bit brutish and gruff, almost as if he was part animal.

Elsa and Anna froze, staring at the male as if he was mad. The serious blue-green eyes leveled with their blue gaze, flicking back and forth before turning to the younger girl. "Jane, ask them-"

"They understood you, dear. And I can answer that for you. It's because those were their mum and dad too." The English woman supplied.

Three mouths stood agape as they blue eyed trio stared at each other dumbstruck, Eugene grumbling irritably as he handed his younger wife several gold coins, the brunette grinning in triumph. "Told you they were related." Rapunzel whispered gleefully, pocketing her winnings in her belt purse.

Jane took a step closer, standing a bit in front of the male and before the two Norwegian women. "Perhaps, I should explain a bit of this. I know very little, but it's all I know. Tarzan was born about twenty five years ago, but he had magic inside of him." The queen visibly winced. "His parents feared for his safety, and so they took him to a remote part of Africa to live with a few caretakers."

Her blue eyes were kind, showing a softness for the man she accompanied. "They visited him often enough while he was an infant, but the jungle had taken the lives of his caretakers in their longer absence. The jaguars would have taken his life too if not for the Tribe."

"Tribe...?" Anna question, not daring to fully believe this tale, even though this Tarzan looked incredibly similar to their father. The man even was in front of the portrait of the late king; the same brow, the same nose, the same stern chin. It was uncanny.

"The apes. They took him in, and raised him. I suppose something occurred that kept your parents here for many years, but he lived out there. His magic allowed him to communicate with animals, to become them if he so chose." She rifled through a satchel under her clock. "Here is a portrait of them with him as an infant."

She handed over the weathered photograph, Elsa taking it suspiciously before gasping in shock. Indeed, it was her parents -though in British clothing- holding a baby boy who seemed happy in their grasp. The infant held the same eyes, nose, and brow as the man before her, the queen handing the picture to Anna numbly. "I... I don't understand..." She felt dazed, hearing her sister gasp as well.

Once more, the tan woman spoke up. "When he was born, I suppose his power made itself known. They must have decided he was safer far from prying eyes."

Anna looked at her lover, watching her expression turn pained. There had been an event years ago that had caused their parents to not take voyages for many years; Elsa accidentally striking her with her magic. When Anna was about fourteen, they had finally decided to take the first trip in almost a decade in spite of it being storm season. She had never understood why, until now. They had wanted to try to see the son that they had missed for years. The warrior could feel the temperature drop slightly as her sister's mood turned distraught, walking over to gently place her arm about her waist before addressing Jane. "And... And why are you with Rapunzel and Eugene?"

This time, it was the man who spoke up. "They come to my jungle for... moon-honey? My Tribe was scared, didn't want more Claytons, so I go to talk. Spearmen come to attack us, but my Tribe and I killed them. They saw our fighting and asked us to train warriors to fight like us."

The princess of Corona smiled. "They don't fight with the same rules we were taught. It's more guerrilla warfare, no pun intended."

Elsa returned her gaze to the woman wearing the jaguar pelt sash. "And where do you fit into all this, Ms. Porter?"

The brunette frowned slightly, looking at the floor bitterly. "My father was an explorer. When I was about nine, we hired a guide to document the jungles named John Clayton. Our ship ran aground and the jungle took my father. Clayton tried to entrap the Tribe, but I protested. Tarzan saved my life after he went off his rocker, and I stayed with them." She looked at the wild man, her eyes full of affection. "They taught me through him. He would communicate to then, and I taught him how to talk in English. The jungle is my home, and the Tribe is my family."

"Yes, yes. Very touching and all that, but I do have news for you, Elsa." Eugene stated in a bored tone. "Did you know that you have an army only seven hours behind us? One of my Raiders informed us as we were arriving."

Anna scowled at the news, thought wanted to roll her eyes at the mention of his cavalry. The Flynn's Raiders were named to be such an ego-stroking title, that the princess knight half considered it to be her cousin's husband giving himself a metaphorical masturbation session. "What flags were they flying?" Were her words instead.

"Southern Isles, and Weselton, from the report."

The queen of Arendelle instantly stiffened, gesturing to the window hastily before snow began to fall. After only a few moments, the flakes had grown in size and number, and minutes later a harsh wind picked up to join the growing flurry. "Anna." She spoke in a firm voice without breaking her gaze to the building blizzard, still looking out the window, her soul feeling just as cold with fear. This was it, the battle she had dared to dream wouldn't happen so soon. "Get Ames, Alejandro, and Kristoff. Ready the soldiers."

The room was silent, the wind howling just like the swirling storm inside of her; a tempest of terror and determination. She had a kingdom to rule, subjects to watch over, and a sister to protect. She had to do this, and damn anyone who dared to think of touching her beloved Anna.

"War approaches."

Hans and the Duke sat in the command tent, pouring over the maps to plan their next move. They had avoided all outpost sentries before killing them, and now they were only five hours from their goal. The prince had already sent out scouts to inform them of defenses, eager to collect the data and use it; the frozen heart bitch would have no idea they were coming, and their forces having the element of surprise on their side was paramount. With a savage grin, Hans looked up at the Duke. "We are finally about to get our revenge. Arendelle is unawares, defenseless, and the easy victory will be ours!" Just at that moment, one of the scouts returned, looking sheepish. "Tell me, Mägor. We are ready to set our troops for an easy win, yes?"

The sapphire blue eyes refused to look up from the map sitting on the table. "Actually, we're not." He responded.

Hans leaned a bit closer, clearly displeased with the news. "What do you mean, 'we're not'?" He questioned sternly.

Mägor grimaced openly. "I get the feeling you don't know..."

"What do I not know?" The prince barely refrained from shouting, watching the scout flinch and the Duke stand, a red dot now on the panicked face before he spoke in a trembling voice.

"Arendelle's in deep, deep, deep, deep snow."

"WHAT?!" The auburn haired man roared, seething. This was most certainly not what he had wanted to hear.

"There was a blizzard over the kingdom, and around it for many miles. She found out about us approaching. She's ready for us, I suspect."

It took everything he had to keep from flying into a rage, but the methodical prince managed to control himself somehow. Taking several deep breaths in through his nose, the auburn haired man finally was able to clear his head to think properly. "Alright. This changes nothing. Tomorrow, we will send a courier with an ultimatum, and if they choose war, then we shall kill them."

The Duke nodded, waving awake the frightened soldier before lifting his broadsword in his hand. "Tell me, Hans. Why a courier? Why not simply fight?" Was the curious man's inquiry.

Hans smiled coldly, his hazel eyes cruel. "Ah, but perhaps a courier can find a weakness in the ranks, a hole in the defense, a weakness to exploit. They can be just as valuable as soldiers if used properly."

The Duke smiled, enjoying the clever scheme as he started on his drills. The next day, he would destroy that whore one way or another. Hans was so very useful to him, and if the price of his gifted mind was the throne of Arendelle, then the old man would more than happy to oblige. If the prince fell, then he would have two kingdoms under his law, and the ability to increase his holdings and trades. Either way, he would come out on top.

A/N 2: Alrighty! Next chapter is the start of the war, but Anna along with a small number of her soldiers needs to be attached to one of three different troops. Alejandro has fewer numbers than both Elsa and Ames, but superior weaponry to Ames. and better armor than Elsa's troops. Ames has superior numbers to Alejandro, but since he gave his friend the better weapons to make up for the lack of soldiers, he has the most dismal of arms but the best of the armor. Elsa has the highest number of troops, mediocre weapons, and the worst armor, but she also has Marshmallow and her ice powers. So, who shall Anna fight beside in the next chapter? Leave a comment/review with your answer.

Anna should help out Alejandro. since he has the smallest troop size. You can't seriously let him be outnumbered by the enemy!
Give Ames the help! Crappy weapons mean she's needed there to even the odds!
Anna's place is by Elsa's side! Since her soldiers have the worst of armor, she's needed with them. TEAM PRINCEST!

Voting will ONLY be open for the next 24 hours! After that, it's closed so that I can start writing chapter eight accordingly. I have three endings that this may take, and which one it has depends on YOU. Aaand... VOTE~!