"She better not still be working or I swear I'm going to throttle her!" Princess Anna of Arendelle muttered unhappily as she stomped purposefully down the hall on her way to the queen's study with her fists clenched into tight balls at her sides.
Dressed in nothing but an avocado green nightgown, Anna was all prepared for bed, but before retiring permanently to her room for the night she always stopped by her sister's room for a goodnight hug and kiss. It had become a routinely thing since they had been reunited after the Great Thaw, and it was something the princess looked forward to when the day ended. Her sister's warmth and love was like a blanket of comfort that she never wanted to be without, and she slept so much better having Elsa's scent and touch as the last thing on her mind.
This need for physical connection with Elsa naturally started out as an innocent sisterly thing, but as time passed it became something more for Anna. She soon found her body reacting in ways she knew it shouldn't when Elsa wrapped her in a loving embrace and placed her soft lips against her cheek in a chaste kiss and mumbled so sweetly a goodnight into her ear. At first Anna was confused by these feelings invading her body, and she tried to ignore it to the point where she temporarily stopped visiting her sister and went without their nightly exchanges for a whole week. Needless to say, those horrible nights left Anna sleepless and irritable, so she quickly learned to accept how she felt towards Elsa and resumed the contact between them.
Was it wrong for her to be physically attracted to her own sister? Probably… Did she care? Not one damn bit. It honestly made her feel good, and as long as she kept her true feelings hidden from Elsa it was perfectly harmless. She didn't care that Elsa would never feel the same about her, not really. As long as she received Elsa's loving touch before bed every night, nothing else mattered… and if she happened to have a fantastic dream involving her sister in provocatively intimate ways afterward, well, that was merely a fabulous bonus.
Lately there was an ongoing issue with Elsa not being in her room at the proper time, forcing Anna to hunt her down. Always without fail she would find her sister working super late in the study. When it happened the first couple of times, Anna let it pass, thinking that maybe Elsa was behind on her work and was trying to catch up. She figured it would last only a few days, and that was fine. Anna admired how hard Elsa worked, taking her position as queen quite seriously. The kingdom of Arendelle could not have asked for a better queen.
But one night Anna had woken up due to her grumbling tummy, and on the way to the kitchen for a quick snack she found the young queen still working at an ungodly hour, slouched in her seat, practically half asleep, resiliently signing and stamping documents like there was no tomorrow. The sight greatly upset the princess. It was not acceptable for a queen as gorgeous (and oh so sexy) as her sister to miss out on much needed beauty sleep for pointless treaties and useless marriage proposals and whatever else took up the queen's time. So Anna swore if she ever caught Elsa working when it was time for bed again, she would drag the woman out by force, tie her up if necessary, and put her to bed herself!
It wasn't long before the princess arrived in front of the study, and she found herself glaring at the loathsome door with distaste. In Anna's mind the study was nothing more than a giant cage and her sister was a majestic creature trapped within its confining walls, waiting to be freed and Anna intended to free her. She contemplated barging in unannounced but quickly thought better of it. Last time she went that route she startled Elsa so badly that she caused her to scribble sloppily all over an important document. Needless to say, Elsa wasn't too happy about that, so to avoid a repeat occurrence, Anna reminded herself to knock.
Her knuckles rapped against the solid door loudly. "Elsa?" she called and listened for an answer.
Silence greeted her on the other side. Sometimes Elsa got so engrossed in her work she tuned everything else out, so Anna guessed that was the case and tried again, knocking harder. "Elsa, are you still in there?" she said in a sing-song.
Yet again she was met with silence.
Maybe she isn't in the study tonight , Anna thought. Maybe she switched it up and moved to the library .
With her ear pressed up against the door, Anna listened carefully and heard faint shuffling, alerting her to a presence inside the room. She had no doubt it was Elsa. Really, who else would it be? All the servants were in bed by now. She supposed it could have been a thief, but she seriously doubted that. Huffing with annoyance, Anna wondered why her sister wasn't answering. Her annoyance quickly shifted to sympathy when she realized Elsa most likely fell asleep slumped at the desk, the noises she heard inside likely the sound of the queen's head rolling against the papers as she tossed and turned. Well, that was unacceptable. She needed to wake her sister up and guide her to her room so she could get proper sleep in her nice, warm bed.
Anna touched the doorknob and gasped in shock, jerking her hand back when her flesh met unexpected coldness. "Whoa! What?" A chill crept under her nightgown, caressing her bare legs, and Anna snapped her eyes downward and noticed for the first time the cold air rushing out from the crack under the door, along with speckles of white powder pooling into the hallway.
That's strange , she instantly thought. Elsa was much better at controlling her powers, but there were still moments where they trickled out without her meaning to. Those minor slips usually occurred when she was mad or upset…
That meant something was terribly wrong.
Alarmed, Anna thrust open the door— or tried to. It wasn't locked but the door felt very heavy, and she knew it had something to do with the snow tickling her slipper-covered feet. It was likely packed thickly on the other side. Grunting, Anna pushed and shoved with all her might and was able to get the door open enough to squeeze her petite frame through.
WHUMP!
Anna barely had time to acknowledge the white ball that hurtled towards her before it exploded in a burst of cold wetness on her face. Stunned, Anna's hand fell from the doorknob and she spluttered and pawed the remnants of the snowball from her face before taking in the sight of the beautiful winter wonderland the study had turned into with wide eyes and mouth agape. "What the…" Soft piles of pure, white snow littered every nook and cranny, and the little girl inside Anna was itching to hurl herself into the piles and roll around in them, but she put that urge behind her and scanned the room for any sign of Elsa.
Where is she? Anna wondered. The room appeared empty of life, but then the sound of snickering made her narrow her eyes at the desk positioned nearly dead center of the room. Directly behind the desk, poking out at the top, Anna got a clear view of blonde bangs before they ducked out of sight. "Elsa?" Anna called quizzically. The blonde head popped up again, this time revealing a set of crinkled, mischievous icy blue eyes. The head bobbed as more snickering was heard and then Anna was taken aback when her sister guffawed, flinging herself out into the open and literally rolled around on the snow covered floor, her braid flailing behind her as she slapped her knees.
If her jaw wasn't hinged to her skull, Anna was sure it would have detached with how far she had it hanging open as she watched the peculiar display in shock. "Elsa?!"
"Oh my gosh, Anna!" Elsa wheezed, on her back and clutching her stomach, looking at Anna upside down. "I thought you were Kai!" Her normally pale, lightly freckled face was flushed pink and she had the widest grin ever plastered on her face, flashing teeth and all. It was nothing at all like her normal subdued smiles. She covered her mouth and pointed at Anna and the particles of snow caked in her auburn hair from the unsuspecting snowball attack and laughed again.
Bewildered by her sister's antics, Anna stood paralyzed and watched as Elsa jumped up from her spot on the floor and did a running leap into a plump pile of snow, twisting her body in the air so she landed in the mound on her back. "Weeeeeee!" she exclaimed gleefully as puffs of snow billowed out in a sparkly cloud around her. With the snow now flattened thanks to the weight of her body, Elsa rapidly moved her arms up and down and her legs from side to side, creating a snow angel.
It was so comical that Anna was ready to burst with hysterical laughter, but at the same time what she was seeing scared her because she hadn't the faintest idea what was going on with her sister. What was wrong with her? Why was she acting so strangely?
Anna sucked in a breath as a realization slammed into her full force, knocking her back a step. "Oh, no…"
The queen had literally lost her mind!
Blinding tears sprang to her eyes as Anna realized with a sinking heart that she was too late to save her sister. Anna had known Elsa working overtime was a very bad thing and she was now witnessing first hand the end result. She cursed herself for failing Elsa and not lending a helping hand to keep her from overworking herself. Oh, why hadn't she offered to help her with her work?! She could have prevented her from going insane if she had acted sooner!
Elsa ignorantly continued with her snow angel making, seemingly unaware of Anna's obvious distress. Humming contentedly with her eyes closed and a pleased smile on her lips, it was clear she was enjoying her current task immensely.
The sight just made it all the more gut wrenching. "Elsa, I'm so sorry," Anna choked out, moving forward, propelled by a strong urge to hug her sister senselessly and to weep in her arms. Her foot stepped and slipped on a cylinder object half buried in the snow and she frantically waved her arms in wide circular motions in an attempt to keep her balance. Managing somehow to remain standing on her two feet, she bent over and unearthed the treacherous item that almost made her fall and found it was a glass bottle.
It was a bottle of wine and Anna recognized it as the one given to her by Oaken as a gift when she last visited his shop a week or so ago. For some reason the man was still trying to make up for his behavior when he had kicked Kristoff out of his cabin. She had insisted his generous gifts were not necessary but he was adamant on her taking the wine. Oaken had boasted happily that he had made the wine himself and apparently it was very potent stuff. Anna had accepted it to avoid hurting his feelings, having no intention of drinking it. She ended up misplacing the bottle and then forgot all about it entirely.
Well, it would seem she found it…
Glancing from the bottle to her sister, Anna tried to grasp the meaning of this discovery. "Elsa… are you drunk?" Anna had never seen her sister inebriated before and never in a million years imagined she would. Elsa dabbled in drinking wine every so often, but she mostly did it as a social thing, and never enough to lose her senses. In Elsa's own words, "It's unbefitting of a queen to get wasted."
Still laying on the ground, Elsa grabbed fistfuls of snow and tossed them in the air, opening her mouth wide to catch the falling flakes on her extended tongue. After the last speckle of snow landed, Elsa sat up and regarded Anna curiously, as if considering her question.
"Noooooo," she answered coyly, while her head nodded up and down emphatically, giving her away. She climbed to her feet, stumbling slightly, and said, "I am eight…" Trailing off, she thoughtfully counted her fingers and finished with, "…e-eight thousand plates absolutely, totally, not one tiny, teensy bit drunk! Nopey dopey. Not me! Totally sober as a rock! Yep!" She folded her arms and attempted to perch on the edge of her desk but severely misjudged how far she was from it and instead landed heavily in a heap on the floor beside it, tapping the back of her head against the edge lightly. "Ow," Elsa said, scowling and rubbing her head before glaring unkindly at her desk. "Hey! Who moved my desk?" she grumbled, tugging on a wooden leg.
"You're drunk," Anna confirmed, and the surge of overwhelming relief that flooded through her was so powerful, she wanted to cry out of sheer joy simply because Elsa was okay and hadn't gone crazy like she initially thought. The queen was mildly intoxicated…
Perhaps more than mildly , Anna corrected, watching as Elsa bunched herself up, hugging her knees close to her body, and spun rapid circles on her butt in the snow.
Elsa stopped her spinning and toppled onto her side with a snort as she took in Anna's accusation. "I am not!" she whined. Using the desk as support, Elsa scrambled to her feet. "I'll p-prove… I'll show you! See?" She pushed away from the desk and started twirling, the skirt of her bluish-purple dress fanning out around her, and despite her drunken state, she was extremely graceful. Unsurprising since Elsa was always graceful at whatever she did, and Anna was insanely jealous of that. Her sister was so damn perfect, sometimes infuriatingly so! When Elsa stopped spinning, she wobbled unsteadily before lifting her head and smirked smugly, as if saying, "I told you so."
"Okay, you're not drunk," Anna said, humoring her sister, and her words seemed to appease Elsa because she fist-pumped the air before clapping her hands together. Anna shook the bottle she held, and whatever contents remained inside sloshed noisily. The bottle was nearly empty and it made the princess wonder if Elsa had drank the majority of it that night or if she'd been sipping at it over the course of a few days. "How much have you had?" she asked.
"How much have I had?" Elsa repeated slowly. "Like only a lottle," she said with a nonchalant shrug.
"What?" Is she making up words? "A lottle?"
Leaning her hip against the edge of her desk, being extra cautious this time to make sure her desk was where she expected it to be, Elsa played with the tail end of her braid, waving it back and forth as if mimicking the motions of a dog's tail. "Yes, Anna, that's what I said. A lottle. A little and a lot but not enough to… you know," Elsa said with a deep sigh, pressing her hand to her forehead, shaking her head as if disappointed in Anna's lack of understanding. Right then she seemed like her totally normal, sober self… until she giggled crazily. Flinging her braid aside, she opened her arms super wide and said, "It was only like this much!"
The side of Anna's lip twitched, threatening a smile. "I see."
Elsa draped herself fully across her desk with a groan, her arms flopping uselessly off the side. "I was like so frustrated and tired and I really, really just wanted to relax and I thought a little sip wouldn't hurt, you know? Even if it was getting a bit late… And it tasted amazingly delicious so I took a few more sips, and I think I probably might have possibly perhaps spilled some because the bottle wasn't as full as it had been, because, you know, it was unopened until I opened it and I only sipped it," she rambled carelessly, gesticulating wildly.
"No freaking way…" She acts like me when she's drunk! Anna realized with a chuckle. Seeing this Anna-like side of Elsa got her wondering if she herself would act like a sober Elsa if she ever got drunk. Unlike Elsa, Anna steered away from any type of alcohol, but she was definitely considering trying it now because she was very tempted to test her theory out. Perhaps one day soon , she thought, looking at the bottle in her hand and biting her bottom lip. She might have to acquire more wine from Oaken first.
Returning her gaze to her sister, Anna had enough time to open her mouth in surprised horror as another snowball once again collided directly with her face. "HEY!" she cried, trying to sound annoyed, but she was secretly impressed by how precise Elsa's aim was. Two direct hits at the face was pretty damn good for a drunken queen!
The wine bottle was yanked from her grasp, freeing both of Anna's hands, which she used to clear the white powder from her face grudgingly. She tried her best to scowl at Elsa, but the queen childishly blew a raspberry at her at that moment and it was too much for Anna. She broke down into a fit of uncontrollable laughter, and her vision blurred from tears, though this time good ones. By the time she was finished laughing, her ribs ached.
Wiping her eyes, Anna observed Elsa with amusement as a ridiculous cheeky grin blossomed on her sister's face. Elsa opened the bottle and tipped her head back, chugging down what remained of the wine with great flourish. Only when she was certain every last drop was gone did she unceremoniously toss the empty bottle behind her. Anna heard the clink of it connecting with a solid surface and pre-cringed, bracing for the sound of shattering glass.
But it never came, and when she chanced a look behind Elsa she was blown away, finding that the bottle had landed quite perfectly on top of the desk, as if Elsa had placed it there instead of throwing it without a care in the world. "That was— How did—? Huh?"
"Boop!" Elsa said, sticking her finger inside Anna's wide open mouth without warning and swirling it against her moist tongue.
Anna blushed profusely and stood dumbly as Elsa probed her mouth, unsure of what to do. It was strange yet at the same time terribly arousing and she knew she should stop it, but all she could think about was how easy it would be to trap Elsa's finger in her mouth, closing her lips around it, keeping it there. She really liked the idea of that and her lips quivered in anticipation. She had to remind herself that Elsa was drunk and didn't know what she was doing, completely unaware that her actions were stirring things inside her little sister.
Gently, she took Elsa's wrist and pulled her arm back, removing the digit from its place. "Elsa," she began, once the threat of accidentally biting her sister's finger off —or licking it wrongly— was gone, but Elsa interrupted her before she could get another word out.
"OH!" Elsa's expression lit up exponentially, her stenciled eyebrows shooting way up, disappearing into her bangs. "Anna! Anna! Anna!" she said excitedly, jumping up and down. Snatching Anna's hands between her own, she swung Anna around merrily. "Say it! Say it!" she implored.
"Say what?" Anna asked, stumbling as she was dragged around, very confused about the sudden turn of events, still trying to wrap her mind around the fact that her sister's finger had been in her mouth and molesting her tongue seconds ago.
"Oh, come on!" Elsa groaned. "You know!" She waited expectantly, one single eyebrow rising and falling repeatedly and effortlessly.
Anna found herself trying to mimic the motion and failed miserably, succeeding only in looking incredibly stupid as her face bunched and twitched awkwardly. Jeez, was there anything Elsa couldn't do?
"Anna!" Elsa cried in exasperation.
"Sorry!" she apologized distractedly. "Uh. Oh…" Taking in the snowy atmosphere of the environment around her, it became very clear to Anna what it was Elsa wanted her to say. "Do you wanna build a snowman?" Wow, when was the last time I asked that?
Elsa pouted and Anna just about melted into a puddle. "I thought you'd never ask!" Clasping Anna's hand, Elsa tugged her further into the room, her head swiveling and assessing the condition of their snowy playground. She clucked her tongue unhappily, not impressed with what she was seeing. The snow that covered the ground was pocketed with footprints and giant holes and that was just no good! Elsa released the princess's hand long enough to correct the blemishes. Hands outstretched, she shifted the snow and created more where she thought it was needed until it was smooth and freshly untouched. Once satisfied with the condition, she took Anna's hand back, her eyes sparkling with joy, and the two sisters got to work.
It was the first time in a long time they actually did something fun together, and it was a very nice throwback to their childhood days. They started out building snowmen together, doing it the normal, traditional way instead of Elsa magically whipping one up with her powers. They built a replica of Olaf using a candle stick for his nose in place of a carrot, and they created a miniature version of Marshmallow, which Anna wanted to squeeze to death because it was so cute! After that, they erupted into a snowball fight, each claiming one side of the study and battling to conquer the other side. The fight was embarrassingly short, Anna surrendering almost immediately because of Elsa's crazily impeccable aim. There were only so many snowballs one could take and she had reached her limit for the night.
Anna wished the fun didn't have to end, but all the excitement caught up with her and she fought back a yawn, reminding her how late it was. Coming out of the snow fort she built to protect herself from Elsa's onslaught of snowballs— which did little to protect her considering all the holes that punctured it— she rubbed her eyes as another yawn wrestled its way successfully out of her mouth. "Elsa, I think it's about time we head to bed."
Elsa, standing on top of the desk, spinning a snowball at the tip of her finger, lowered herself until she was sitting down, her legs hanging off the side. She let the snowball fall to the ground where it disappeared as it blended in with the rest of the snow. "Anna," Elsa said seriously, or as seriously as she could considering she was drunk. "Who am I?" She was fiddling with her braid again, caressing it with her fingers.
"Um… you're Elsa?" Anna responded uncertainly. "The queen of Arendelle and my big sister, remember?"
Elsa stared at her blankly. "I know that."
"Uh… okay? You asked, so I assumed…"
"Wait a second! You didn't give me a chance to do what I was going to do, silly," Elsa said with a wink.
"Oh…" Anna wasn't sure what Elsa was going to do, but she clamped her mouth shut at the wink and hoped whatever she planned to do was as delightful of a sight as the wink was.
What Elsa ended up doing wasn't necessarily the delightful Anna was looking for, but it was entertaining, nonetheless. Swinging her legs up and down so the back of her heels thumped dully against the front of the desk, Elsa reached behind and opened the top drawer, removing a pair of spectacles within it, which Anna assumed must have been their father's old reading glasses, and placed it on her face. Then, she brought up the end of her braid and positioned it above her upper lip, holding it in place by scrunching up her face and puckering her lips. With her hair now closely resembling a mustache, Elsa hopped off the desk and preceded to make grunting noises and pretended to scratch under her armpits.
Anna's mouth dropped open in horrified glee and her response was immediate. "The Duke of Weselton!" she said, laughing hysterically.
"Weaseltown," Elsa corrected sharply in a gruff, deep voice.
"Oh, my apologies." Anna chuckled as Elsa continued impersonating the Duke and his ridiculous dance moves.
Her chuckling died when Elsa came up to her, slung one arm around her waist and thrust her body against her, eliciting a squeak of surprise from Anna. Elsa relaxed her face, allowing her hair-stache to fall away. Sliding her hand upward, stopping at the small of Anna's back, Elsa dipped her backwards like the Duke had done the day of her coronation, but in a more gentle manner. As the blood rushed to Anna's head from her downward angle, she took a moment to admire the artfully frosted ceiling above her until her view was blocked when Elsa leaned into the dip, bringing her face close. Anna could smell the pungent scent of Oaken's wine on her breath and flared her nose at the unpleasantness of it.
The terrible smell was blocked and banished entirely from her senses when she noticed Elsa's lips were dangerously mere inches away from her own.
It would take little effort to lock their lips together, and the desire to do so was overpowering, especially when Anna, transfixed, watched as Elsa's lips parted and her tongue darted out to moisten them languidly. The sight caused Anna's body to vibrate tremulously.
"Oh…" Elsa murmured, her eyebrows knitting together as the very noticeable shaking of her sister's body caught her full attention. Righting them from the dip and bringing her hands to rest on Anna's shoulders, Elsa surveyed the younger girl's attire, frowning with concern. "You're cold!"
Anna realized she stopped breathing and quickly resumed doing so once they were in a much less incriminating position. Placing a hand against her chest as if to calm the out of control pulsing of her heart, she inhaled deeply before displaying a reassuring smile at her worried sister. "No, Elsa. I'm perfectly fine." And surprisingly it was true. Despite being practically naked, wearing only a thin nightgown, not one ounce of chill invaded her body, even with all the romping around in the snow she did.
But Elsa apparently wasn't convinced by her answer. "Liar, liar," she said, making an unhappy tsking sound. "You're freezing like an icicle and I cannot allow that to happen. I'm going to warm you up," she declared fiercely. Her arms encircled Anna's frame, giving the younger girl no time to protest, though the last thing Anna wanted to do was turn down a hug from her sister, especially considering it was one of her main objectives to begin with.
Basking in the warmth of her sister's arms, Anna rested her head on Elsa's chest and was lulled into a peaceful state by the gentle rocking motion Elsa started, along with the melodious humming that seeped from her throat. It was undeniably a tender moment that Anna wished could last forever.
"Better?" Elsa crooned soothingly, her face buried in her sister's coppery hair and greedily familiarizing herself with the smaller girl's lovely scent.
Nodding, her cheek brushing comfortably against the plumpness of Elsa's bosom, solely engrossed in the hug, Anna answered, "Oh, yeah. Very much so."
They remained in that position for many long, uninterrupted minutes, and it was so relaxing that Anna might have fallen asleep right where they stood if not for the fact that Elsa's arms tightened around Anna and she sank into her heavily to the point where Anna was supporting them both up with her own weight. Anna didn't mind one bit, knowing Elsa was probably thoroughly exhausted. Good, it will be easier to get her to bed , Anna thought.
Trying to burrow her face deeper into the lovely head of hair that belonged to Anna, Elsa proclaimed in a rather loud and drunkenly slurred voice, "I really, really love you, Anna."
Anna beamed in response. "Aw, Elsa! I love you, too!"
"Mm, yes." Elsa lifted her head and drew back just enough to raise her arms up to twine her hands behind Anna's neck, the side of her lips quirking up conspiratorially. "But do you love me, love me? Because I love you, love… you. A lot," she cooed, bringing one hand up to poke Anna's nose playfully with an index finger.
"You… you do?" Anna met her sister's remarkable blue eyes, trying to gauge whether Elsa's words were sincere or if it was just the drink talking. She was shocked and blown away by how serious and crystal clear Elsa's eyes looked as they bored into her own, and as she stared in growing wonder, Anna swore she detected a hint of something else… Desire? No, it was surely a trick of her eyes…
But Elsa's next words made Anna's face grow warmer and caused her pulse to hammer faster inside her chest. "Yes. I do. So much so… it hurts."
Anna gulped at the admission. Elsa loved her!? She must be dreaming! "Oh, Elsa, I… Yes. I do, too. Love you, love you, that is!" she stammered quickly. "With all my heart."
"Oh, Anna!" Elsa said happily. Opening her mouth as if to say more, Elsa frowned instead, and cocked her head, looking perplexed. "Wait… what were we talking about again?"
Releasing a defeated sigh, Anna said, "Nothing important."
"Okay…" Elsa dropped her head, resting it on Anna's shoulder, once again leaning heavily against her.
Anna patted Elsa's back. "Let's get you to your room."
"Nooooo," Elsa protested, her hot breath caressing the side of Anna's neck, sending pleasurable shivers down the younger girl's spine. "I'm comfortable right here," she murmured, stomping her foot for emphasis as her lips nuzzled Anna's neck lovingly, and all Anna could think about was how nice it felt and how much she wished those lips would latch onto her skin and claim her, leaving a delicious mark.
Anna stiffened when something wet flicked and dragged against her skin in the same spot Elsa's lips had previously been, the sensation throwing her off. Sweet Maker of Krumkake, was that her tongue!? The mental image of that same pink tongue wetting luscious lips minutes earlier returned to her and she felt herself growing lightheaded and teetering close to the edge of swooning.
Swallowing thickly, Anna inhaled and exhaled deeply, trying to clear her head in order to think straight and to remain conscious. She tried convincing herself that if a licking did occur, it was probably a slip of the tongue and totally not intentional at all. Stop working yourself up over nothing , she mentally berated herself. Weakly, she said out loud, "I'm glad you're comfortable, Elsa. Truly. But I— Mmmmmm!"
Her words were cut short and her eyes nearly burst from their sockets when Elsa whipped her head up and squashed her lips with Anna's in a full blown kiss that was feverishly passionate and insistent and demanding and sent roiling heat searing into Anna's loins, causing a rather loud moan to escape her without warning.
The kiss was heartbreakingly short as the momentum of Elsa's lunge and the shock of her unexpected kiss caused Anna to lose her balance. They hit the floor, the fall jarring their lips apart as the snow beneath them cushioned their landing. Anna didn't feel the moment her back hit the blanket of snow because her world went pitch black.
She was out for a very brief moment, and when she regained consciousness she found herself flat on her back with her incredibly hot sister's body fully on top of hers.
Holyfreakingcowshefreakingkissedmeonthefreakinglips! Anna's excited brain was chaotic and jumbled as she stared at the ceiling open-mouthed and speechless from what had just happened. She touched her fingers to her lips dazedly as if to cement the fact that the kiss really had happened, but the action was unnecessary as a pleasant tingle lingered from the wondrous experience, telling her that, YES, it did happen. And wow was it amazing!
Anna could feel Elsa smile against the hollow of her throat as the older woman giggled madly and said, "You fell over!"
Drunk Elsa is chock full of surprises , Anna thought, listening to the pounding of her own pulse throbbing deafeningly loud within her head. She rolled her eyes at Elsa's comment and managed to say, "Yes, Queen Elsa of Obviousness. I fell over." And how could she not after the insaneness that just took place?
Elsa raised her head and cupped Anna's chin with one hand. "You fell for me," she cracked, heaving with more giddy laughter, leaning forward to press their foreheads together. Her laughter was infectious and Anna laughed along with her as she marveled at how absurdly cute Elsa was in this state.
Chuckling, Anna tenderly reached up and brushed a wisp of white-blonde hair that wriggled itself out of Elsa's braid and tucked it behind her ear. She dreaded ending the fun, absolutely hated the thought of doing so, but unfortunately all good things must come to an end eventually. It was probably for the best, anyway, especially if Anna wanted to live to see another day and not die from a heart attack at such a young age. She really didn't think she would survive another surprise from Elsa. Truthfully, part of her didn't care.
Sighing, Anna looked up at her sister, who looked back down at her adoringly. "Alright, Elsa, that's enough. We really, really need to get you to bed now. Seriously. So up you go! Up, up," she repeated, and flicked her hands in an upward motion when Elsa didn't budge and just smiled stupidly at her.
The message finally clicked after a few more persistent nudges from Anna. "Kay!" Elsa said cheerfully, and she attempted to push herself up and off of Anna using her arms as leverage, but her elbows refused to lock and she flopped back down. "Whoops! Ha… Okay, okay … one sec. I got this. Hold it right there…" She tried again and managed a successful pushup this time, but her arms shook with the effort of holding her weight up. Figuring her knees would be more helpful in keeping her in an upright position, she bent her knee and slid it up farther than she intended, wedging it solidly between Anna's legs.
The kiss alone had brought the princess to a rapidly aroused state, and when the abrupt firmness of Elsa's knee made contact with her center it sparked another explosion of fiery warmth in her abdomen and her breath hitched as her lower body jerked up against her will to voraciously meet the touch. Hissing through gritted teeth, Anna cautioned, "C-careful!"
Pausing, Elsa tilted her head in curious fascination and experimentally nudged against the growing heat at her sister's center with her knee once more, her ears thoroughly enjoying the tiny sounds being emitted from her sister and wanting to coax more similar noises out of her. She was not disappointed, grinning gleefully when Anna gasped and bucked her hips.
"E-elsa!" Anna meant for it to be a warning, but Elsa's name came out needy and wanting and desperate and it was enough to spur Elsa on, and once the queen started, she couldn't stop.
Elsa's tongue poked out from the corner of her mouth as she concentrated and worked her knee intently into her sister's hidden gem, lavishing some much needed attention to what was now decidedly her favorite personal instrument. And wow, what a lovely tune she played. She varied the pressure to see what delicious sounds she could produce as Anna writhed under her touch, panting heavily and breathlessly whimpering her name, her hands grasping Elsa's biceps, urging her on, clearly not wanting her to stop. The princess's flushed face contorted in undeniable pleasure and a guttural moan escaped her as she rocked her hips to meet the gliding and sliding motions of her sister's knee against her sweet spot.
The sights and sounds were exhilarating to Elsa and prompted her to lower her upper body to bring their faces closer. Her darkening blue eyes locked with Anna's heavy-lidded blue-green ones as she hovered her lips above Anna's, her hot breath puffing visibly in the cool atmosphere. "Anna," she breathed deep and throaty, "come for me."
Her sister's lustful voice was all it took to push Anna entirely over the edge and she slammed her eyes shut, her hips surging up as she spasmed forcefully against Elsa, teeth clamped down on her lower lip as a shuddering groan freed from her.
As her body shaking orgasm subsided, Anna pursed her lips, which compelled Elsa to kiss them. That's what lips were for, right? Kissing and loving. Those lips deserved love and she gave them love and they loved her right back with great fervor.
"Beautiful," Elsa whispered when the kiss slowly dissolved and she slid her arms around Anna's neck, clasping her hands behind it and settling her weight comfortably on top of Anna once more. She wriggled her body, snuggling into her little sister before her body quieted and became still.
The silence that followed was overpowered by Anna's erratic breathing as her overly excited heart fought to escape her chest, thrashing wildly from the thrilling high of the event that just took place. Intensely aware of the body flushed against hers, which did very little to calm her racing heart, Anna squeaked out, "Elsa?" She received no response and guessed, judging by the steady rise and fall of Elsa's chest against her own, that Elsa had passed out.
Laying there in stunned disbelief, Anna hazily wondered out loud, "Did that seriously happen?" It was too unbelievable to be believable but her mind and body were insisting to her that, yes, Elsa confessed her love for her in a drunken state and then brought her to a blissfully sweet release. The keywords, of course, were drunken state… She reminded herself that Elsa was wasted and whatever happened was probably solely the alcohol's doing and something Elsa, if she remembered it upon waking up, would feel guilty about in the morning.
Extremely guilty , Anna figured with a sigh. Elsa would likely hate herself for it…
Anna would have been content with staying where she was for the rest of the night, but the chill of the snow beneath her finally reared its ugly head, causing her to shiver. Sadly peeling Elsa's arms from around her neck, she shifted her body and made an attempt to get up but was unable to do so, the dead weight of Elsa's body trapping her. Stuck, Anna gently called Elsa's name to try and wake her up, smoothing her hand over a warm cheek, her fingers stroking the side of her face with great care. The princess didn't try too hard, not having the heart to disturb the sleeping queen, though she doubted she would have been able to wake her no matter how hard she tried. Elsa was totally out and likely wouldn't be waking up for a while.
Managing with rubbery limbs, and with the help from the slippery snow pressed against her back, Anna squirmed and slid herself from her position, cursing the damn cold for ruining a great moment. She stood up shakily and smiled softly, admiring Elsa's prone form splayed out across the snow looking peaceful and breathtakingly beautiful as always.
As she stood there taking in the sight of her sister, Anna realized she had a problem. She still needed to get Elsa to her room, and doing so while she was incapacitated would be quite difficult. While Anna would have liked to carry her sister there all by herself, she knew she wouldn't be able to hold her the entire way there, and she certainly wasn't going to drag her down the halls. She needed assistance.
Reluctant to leave Elsa for even a second, but having no other choice, Anna knelt down and pressed a loving kiss to the top of Elsa's hair and said, even though she knew Elsa wouldn't hear her, "I'll be right back." She hurried out of the study and quickly tracked down a guard posted at the opposite end of the hallway. With his help she was able to bring Elsa safely to her bedroom, where the guard gently placed Elsa on her bed and Anna thanked him kindly before sending him off.
Now dealt with the task of putting her sister to bed, Anna decided to change her into her night clothes and she began to do so nervously, her fingers fumbling as she unlaced Elsa's dress to remove it. Her eyes swept appreciatively over her sister's well developed figure as she undressed Elsa, and while she itched to reach out and touch her curves and softness, she managed with great effort to refrain from doing so.
Once Anna was finished and had Elsa clothed in her nightgown, Anna tucked her in and said, "I love you," before giving her a kiss goodnight on the lips, her lips lingering a few long seconds before she stood and turned to leave.
Instead of leaving like she planned, Anna halted at the door, her hand resting on the doorknob but making no move to turn it. Taking a deep breath, she allowed her hand to fall back to her side and decisively spun back around, returning to Elsa's bed and climbing assuredly under the covers to keep Elsa company.
Laying beside her sleeping sister, practically spooning her but not quite touching, Anna relived every single second that took place during the night, focusing particularly on the major life changing events, one of them being the glorious feeling Elsa's knee had brought her. But what Anna fixated on most importantly of all was Elsa's confession. The alcohol may have fueled Elsa's actions but there was certainly no denying how genuine and true her confession had been...
Elsa loved her the same way she loved Elsa.
Anna fell asleep easily that night, a wave of happy relief calming her soul. Even if nothing came of it, just knowing Elsa felt the same way was good enough for her.