A/N: Note rating change. Smut is here.
Elsa and Carolina stumbled through the bedroom door, kissing and grabbing each other in a giddy frenzy. Between the alcohol and the excitement of being together, the trip from the library had become a chaotic romp. In the process, they had managed to lose Carolina's roll, stockings and petty coats. Elsa had halfheartedly tried to gather up all the discarded clothing, so as not to have the maids talking in the morning, but eventually she had given up … she'd just blame it on Anna tomorrow, and everyone would believe her.
Carolina started to tug at her dress, flailing as she battled unfamiliar garments.
"Careful, careful … you'll rip it." Elsa knew she wouldn't wear that dress – probably ever – but still something in her needed to keep it intact and orderly.
"Then help!" Carolina gasped, between the trip from the library and the corset she was breathing heavily.
"Yes, well ..." Elsa helped her get the dress over her head, afterward taking the time to fold it and put it away in an armoir. When she turned around she felt her breath leave her. Carolina, panting and flushed, stood in just her chemise and the corset, her hair falling in loose curls around her neck, her bosom rising and falling in waves. She was … ravishing, in every meaning of the word.
Elsa understood in a moment why a man would fight for a beautiful woman. She believed she would go to war for this one.
"You're staring," Carolina murmured.
"You're beautiful."
Carolina blushed, her face and then her shoulders pink against her white chemise. She looked at that moment as innocent and desirable as a bride on her wedding night. Elsa was drawn to her, stalking closer, her heels ringing in a slow beat against the stone of the floor.
"Are you going to help me take this off?" Carolina asked tentatively, backing away at the sight of Elsa's predatory smile, the lust in her eyes.
"I will," Elsa reached out and caught her arm and pulled her close. "But not just yet," she whispered in her ear. Then she nibbled, flicking out her tongue and tasting her way down Carolina's jaw to the her collar bone.
"Are you very uncomfortable?" she asked.
"Not ... too uncomfortable," Carolina said, shuddering under the light pressure of Elsa's lips as they fluttered across the tops of her breasts.
"Good." Elsa looked up. "I think this outfit works well in light of your penance, it's perfect for attaining absolution."
"You're offering me absolution?" Carolina gasped and arched her back as she felt teeth and tongue graze on her neck. "Oh god!"
"Exactly," Elsa smirked against her warm skin. "You know I have read that some restraint – corsets for instance – can heighten erotic pleasure."
"You read this in literature?" Carolina fought to sound coherent.
"Well, I don't think one would call it literature, but I read it. I have read a great many things. And I believe now it's time I tried a few."
Elsa gave Carolina a gentle push to their bed, helping her lay back like an offering on her altar, arranging her just so against the sheets and pillows. "Relax, darling …."
Slowly savoring every inch Elsa lifted the bottom of Carolina's chemise until it rested mid-thigh. Then she gently stroked the same path with her fingers against smooth skin, touching softly, running over strong calves and trembling thighs. And she listened, listened for the changes in Carolina's breathing, from sudden gasps to a series of short, ragged pants.
Then she moved her hands upward, caressing Carolina's long neck with the tips of her fingers before running them downward to gently pull the corset lower freeing her breasts.
"Yes," Carolina breathed out. Elsa placed her fingers across her lips and whispered, "Sssh." Then with a quick flick of her hand she sent a wave of magic out.
Elsa crawled up on the bed dissolving her own clothes with another twitch of her fingers, and began to send her lips following on the same path her fingers had just abandoned. She licked and nipped at Carolina's neck and collarbone. She dragged her tongue across her chest and then took a nipple between her lips, and was rewarded with a gasp and hands tangling in her hair. She chuckled as Carolina's breath again became ragged as she mouthed her way to the other breast leaving her fingers fondling and pinching where she had just been. She plied tongue and just the barest touch of teeth to increase Carolina's arousal, feeling her abdomen tighten underneath her, her hips beginning a rhythmic rocking. Elsa pulled the chemise up further, until it sat just below Carolina's waist. Then she kissed her way down, hands stroking, tongue teasing, until she reached her goal.
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"I can't believe we're doing this?" Kristoff was hanging back, trying to keep a tight reign on both Edmund and Anna, but it was impossible. The two younger siblings were obsessed with confirmation that their plan had worked to the fullest. Edmund in particular wanted to know that his sister had used the ring he gave her. So Kristoff found himself being bodily pulled up the stairs to the library, where they were now crouched outside the door. He hoped no one was inside, for if they were all pretense of privacy was gone between Edmund's boots clomping on the wooden floors and Anna's incessant giggling.
"Sssshush!" Anna loudly called back over her shoulder. "We're just peeking."
Kristoff rolled his eyes. Anna was drunk, well both she and Edmund were, but it was Anna he was worried about, or rather himself. Elsa was going to kill him when she found out what her sister had been up to. He hoped freezing to death was as painless as they said.
The activities of the evening had degenerated after Elsa and Fitz had left. From there they continued badly, and now Kristoff was sure it was all going to end badly. Over his protests, Anna suddenly decided to enjoy all of her prerogatives as Crown Princess, insisting that with the Queen's absence she was now "in charge of fun." She and Edmund had consumed most of the remainder of the bottle of whiskey. Then had come the cigar experiment. It would have been funny, Anna's choking and the pained, slightly ill faces she made as she tried to look like she was enjoying herself as Edmund tried to teach her not to inhale the smoke. But Kristoff knew for a fact that the drawing room would smell like cigars for the foreseeable future, and that Anna would be in no condition tomorrow to face her sister's wrath. Maybe it was time for a lengthy visit with his family.
"Damn, they escaped!" There was more giggling as everyone tumbled through the doorway into the library. Kristoff let out a sigh of relief. Fitz and Elsa had left before their romantic moment was intruded upon.
"Aha! A clue!" Anna was waving something over her head. "A clue!"
The clue turned out to be a hair ribbon, and Edmund found Fitz's slippers. Kristoff had tried telling them that finding little bits of Fitz's attire meant things had gone well, and they should just go to bed, but it didn't work.
"You know what it means when a lady lets her hair down don't you?" Edmund said, his eyebrows arched in insinuation.
"That she's tired of having it up," Kristoff answered, fairly certain that's what it meant when Fitz did it.
"Noooo," Anna simpered. "She lets her lover take her hair down in preparation for -" Edmund leaned in, curious, he had no idea about ladies and hair and things "- you know …. stuff."
Edmund groaned in frustration; Kristoff groaned in pain.
"Well, I don't know exactly, but in all the books that happens you know … before … stuff."
"Well, thanks for that world shattering piece of information Feisty Pants, so if they're doing … stuff … can't we all go to bed now?" Kristoff wasn't any more knowledgeable about exactly what stuff they were doing … but he wasn't going to tell Anna that. He had until last year only thought of women in the abstract, something that seemed nice, probably soft and warm, but it had all been conjecture … a guess based on what other men said. Kissing Anna that first time had proved that women were indeed nice, soft and warm, and that this particular woman had an undeniable effect on him … an effect that eventually grew into something he had to regularly take care of himself.
But Anna was much more adventurous and persistent than he was. Originally they hadn't done much more than looking and a little bit of touching, which made the taking care of process shorter, but still left it entirely in his ... uh … hands. Now that they were engaged, and Anna knew her sister was having sex, she had become more insistent and more bold, taking matters in to her own hands, and well, other things, and insisting he do the same. He didn't mind … oh, he more than didn't mind … but he'd had to put the brakes on her journey of discovery more than once, just before they engaged in … stuff. Anna was as likely to act before she thought with sex as with anything else. But Kristoff knew there was one part of his body he particularly did not want afflicted with frost bite.
"Oh look! A trail!"
"My word, is that a garter?"
Kristoff realized he had been left behind as he heard the patter of little sibling feet going down the hall. He rushed out after them.
"And … a stocking?" Edmund and Anna tittered, knocking their heads together. "That's my sister, don't call her frigid," Anna observed with a snort. Then they both broke out in howls of laughter at her pun.
Kristoff buried his face in his palm. "OK guys, that's enough, right? You've had your fun."
But the answer was apparently no because Anna grabbed Edmund's hand and took off toward the stairs. Kristoff ran after them as they descended to the second floor and took the turn toward the queen's living quarters. "Hey, guys! Bad idea! Really. Bad. Idea," he called after them. Kristoff was a little surprised as he passed one petticoat and then another. Elsa didn't strike him as the type who would leave a trail of underwear behind her. But then he supposed, she would just blame it on Anna and everyone would believe her.
Kristoff caught up with Anna and Edmund in the little hallway that led to the Queen's suite.
"It's locked," Edmund pouted.
"It's more than locked," Anna said equally dejected, "it's frozen shut … with some humungous giant ice wall."
Kristoff had to call on all his self restraint to not laugh. They looked so disappointed as they stood in front of the impenetrable ice barrier that looked like it had also been designed to sound proof the room.
"Wait, what's this … is it a message?" Edmund reached into his pocket and pulled out a match and quickly lit it. There were indeed words etched into the ice on the door.
"Dearest Anna," they read together, "Go to bed. If I find out that you have been lurking outside here, or on the roof, or near my window, or discussing this with anyone, you will be locked in your room until you are married. Your loving Sister, Elsa."
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So close. That was all Carolina could think … or feel, she was long past thinking … so close. She had been trembling on the edge of an orgasm now for what felt like hours. Just as she would start to topple over, the exquisitely painful delirious bliss strengthening, her body fluttering to ecstasy, grasping ... achingly empty, just touching the ephemeral peak, Elsa would slow slightly, and Carolina would slide back the barest iota and begin the climb again.
"Oh god, please," she groaned, her voice reduced to a breathy whisper by lack of air. Her hands were wrapped in long soft hair, but no matter how she guided, how much she pushed, how she hard she brought pressure to bear, she was stuck here … on the edge … tingling, twitching, shuddering, with no end in sight. She couldn't stand it anymore, but she couldn't bear for it to stop … she felt like she would give anything … anything … for completion.
Then she felt everything stop; the sublime pressure cease.
"Please, please, please, please, please … please, don't ..." Carolina panted rapidly.
She heard something unintelligible outside of her range of comprehension. Her mind tried to understand … and just then …
"Oh god … oh bloody hell, yes!" A stream of invectives flowed from her as her back arched and her body rose from the mattress. She was full, there were fingers pounding, rutting inside of her. She heard a chant being whispered in her ear, coaxing her, pushing her higher. She felt teeth graze against her shoulder, suck and bite on her neck. Something gave, the elusive fluttering gave way to unbearable pulses, then crashing throbs, her whole body constricting, turning in on itself. One, two, three, four … it was a never ending series of contractions, her body a rictus of pleasure.
She felt a wail rise. "Elsa!" she howled, grabbing tight to her, pulling her closer. The scream continued on after as she felt another crash of ecstasy.
She had been as high as she had ever been, and it was a long, long, long way down.
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"Bloody evil," Carolina murmured, her eyelids lazily parting so that she could try again to focus on the world around her.
"What dear?" Elsa lowered her head to hear the mumbling. "And these knots are too tight, I'm never going to get them out. I'm going to have to cut them."
"Bloody evil … you are wicked. What in hell did I do to deserve you?"
"I'll take that as a compliment." With a tiny bit of concentration, Elsa conjured a sharp bit of ice, a knife really, and started carefully cutting the laces holding the corset together. "There you go." She gently tugged the undergarment off and then helped Carolina wiggle out of the sweat soaked chemise. "Feel better?"
Carolina let out a gruff, "Harumph" – before she rolled over and pulled Elsa into a tight embrace. "You should be careful, you know … sauce for the goose ..."
"Is what? Sauce for the other goose?" Elsa nuzzled her way into her favorite spot, head on Carolina's shoulder, nose pressed into her neck.
"How about ...'Revenge is sweet?'" Carolina ran her fingers through Elsa's hair, tugging just enough to elicit a breathy groan.
"I'm counting on it."