AN: Sequel to In Knee Of Assistance

Elsa woke up feeling extremely disoriented and suffering from a dreadful pounding in her head that was accompanied by a sweet, persistent ache down below, the latter caused thanks to the vivid images and sounds of her little sister writhing and panting sinfully beneath her. Laying on her side, Elsa blinked groggily and wondered where the images came from and why it was the first thing she woke up to, not that she was complaining about it. She was slightly alarmed by how incredibly wet it made her though. She had her fair share of intimate dreams, mostly centered around her sister, but no dream had ever had this big of an effect on her body!

Shifting her body slightly, Elsa was very aware of the fact that her bed felt warmer than usual and there was a strange heavy weight settled across her stomach, but she didn't think anything of it. Gingerly looking around, Elsa noted she was in her own room, laying in her own bed, fully dressed in sleep attire, which she registered as odd because she didn't remember preparing for bed. Then again, she had little recollection of what transpired the night before… With a groan she pressed a hand to her throbbing head and tried to remember what happened.

It had been another late night working in her study, which was nothing out of the ordinary for the hard working queen of Arendelle. Most of the time she ended up working past bedtime because she was so absorbed in the documents she was going over that she simply lost track of the time. That particular night she actually planned to work late because she wanted to get all the important paperwork done and over with so she could spend the following day just relaxing and hanging out with her sister.

Elsa had started getting very tired and bored of staring at papers for so long though, so she decided to take a short break to wake herself up. There wasn't much in her study to keep her entertained so she rummaged through the drawers of her desk in an attempt to try and find something to take her mind off the monotonous work. She didn't expect to find anything, so when she came across a sealed bottle of wine tucked away in the back of the bottom drawer she was more than a little surprised. How the wine got inside her desk was beyond her, but she decided not to let it go to waste and popped it open. She had no intention of drinking too much of it because she was a responsible adult and she had work to finish.

But judging by the current condition she was in, she must have gotten more than a little carried away.

Elsa continued wracking her hurting brain, trying to piece together the fragmented memories of the night before. She didn't have any drinking glasses handy so she ended up chugging the wine straight from the bottle, which of course didn't help control the amount of liquid she was ingesting and resulted in her getting stupidly drunk. At some point she must have unleashed her powers because she recalled frolicking in mounds of fluffy white snow and feeling incredibly happy and at ease with herself. One thing she did remember thinking quite clearly was how enjoyable the moment truly would have been if Anna was there to share the fun with her… And like magic, her wish came true because Anna actually showed up!

Knowing Anna well, Elsa assumed her sister probably hunted her down to scold her for working late again, something the princess hated with a passion and profusely complained about. Elsa wondered how Anna reacted upon discovering her in a drunken state. She must have been gobsmacked , she thought with a chuckle, immediately regretting the small action at the shooting pain it brought to her hurting head.

Everything after her little sister's entrance into the study was hazy and jumbled. All Elsa remembered was having an overall blast with Anna, her entire being flooded with warm and fuzzy emotions due to Anna's glorious presence in her vicinity. And then reality went out the window, merging with her dreams and fantasies, because she was fairly certain whatever she thought happened next would never, ever happen in real life.

Never, ever…

Her beautiful, angelic sister sprawled on the floor beneath her, her sizzling hot body just begging to be ravaged. For a dream, Elsa had been pretty tame in her actions, working Anna into an orgasm solely with the controlled, measured press of her knee instead of peeling off her flimsy clothes and devouring every inch of that flawless, freckled skin with her fingers and mouth like she so badly wanted to...

Thinking of Anna only exacerbated the longing ache between her thighs, and while she had no immediate cure for the splitting pain in her head— the result of her own stupidity for letting go and drinking an abundance of alcohol— the other problem was at least something she could take care of right away, with a little work…

Turning her head and groaning into her pillow, Elsa hiked her nightgown up and slipped her hand into her panties, sliding it easily between her legs. She grimaced at the slickness that she was greeted with and jumped at the shock of pleasure that coursed through her as her hand brushed her overly sensitive button. She didn't think she would last very long considering how insanely worked up she was, expecting to hit immediate gratification with just a few steady strokes of her fingers.

But instead of the impending release she craved, her frustration mounted as the pressure continued to build up with each caress, with no sign of her climax approaching any time soon.

Muffling a curse into the softness of the pillow her face was buried in, Elsa's hand gradually picked up speed. Her furious pace wasn't alleviating the pressure no matter how hard she tried and she couldn't understand what the problem was. It was never this bad, never this blissfully painful.

Elsa squeezed her eyes closed and imagined hearing Anna's laugh and envisioned her sunshine-filled smile. "Anna," she practically sobbed. Why, oh why did she haunt her so?

The peculiar weight draped over her midsection adjusted as she tried vainly to pleasure herself and she was distinctly aware of the sensation of what felt like fingers skittering along her hip and dragging down her exposed upper thigh, sending delightful shivers scaling up her spine. And then, without warning her hand inexplicably withdrew from her center, removed by some unknown force, and she whimpered at the absence, her hips thrusting forward to recapture the abandoning appendage and meeting nothing but cruel, empty air.

No! Why? Elsa wailed inside at the unfairness of the situation. She thought for sure her body was rejecting her hand because of her sinful thoughts of her sister. But before she could concede defeat and curl into a pitiful ball, the elusive hand returned, petting her apologetically for leaving her before cupping her sex and pressing into her. Elsa's sad whimpering shifted into a long, relieved moan, which she promptly stifled by sinking her teeth into her bottom lip. Though she was alone, Elsa was very self-conscious about the embarrassing sounds that left her mouth whenever she indulged in touching herself.

Elsa murmured pleasantly as the hand diligently went back to work where it left off, nimble fingers circling and probing, searching for the right spots that intensified her moaning and panting. She moved her lower body to help assist the hand and directed it to the areas she needed it most, and as she did so it occurred to Elsa that something was different. Something was off about the hand, but not in a bad way, and she couldn't quite put her finger on what it was. She mentally shrugged the issue aside for the moment and graciously accepted the pleasure being given to her.

The delicious sensations that wracked her body masked the pain coursing in her head, giving her the opportunity to think somewhat coherently. It was then that Elsa became very aware of the fact that both of her own hands were lying uselessly in front of her, fingers curling into her palms in place of gripping something.

Despite the clear evidence of her hands not being in use, the pleasure she was experiencing did not dissipate and in fact only grew stronger.

Her eyes shot wide open and they fell to the visible outline of the frisky extremity hidden underneath the fabric of her panties. It definitely wasn't her imagination.

There was another hand at work.

Elsa didn't understand the meaning behind this mysterious hand, and while its presence should have probably alarmed her, she found she couldn't bring herself to care at the moment. All she could focus on was rocking her hips into the generous hand and the rapidly rising heat growing in her loins that signaled her imminent climax.

Unable to hold back a cry as her orgasm erupted from her powerfully, one word spilled from between her lips thoughtlessly, "Anna!"

As Elsa tumbled down from her explosive experience, her chest rising and falling excitedly, she felt stirring behind her and froze in place as a familiar voice purred in her ear, "I'm here, Elsa."

Slowly, as if afraid of what she might see, Elsa craned her head to look over her shoulder at the warm body flush against her back— the obvious reason behind her bed being warmer than usual— and was greeted with a soft kiss on the lips.

"Hi," a blushing Anna bashfully whispered when their lips parted.

The queen's heart plummeted as she stared into her sister's captivating eyes and her breath caught in her throat. "Anna, you… what?" That magical, pleasure inducing hand was still there, still rubbing her flesh wonderfully in preparation of bringing her to another release. Surely she was dreaming? Surely what she was seeing with her eyes was not a reality? Her little sister in bed with her, tenderly and lovingly lavishing her with intimate affection. It had to be a marvelous side effect of Oaken's wine…

But Anna's unwavering, sure eyes locked with her own was evidence enough. "I'm returning the favor, Elsa." Leaning forward, she nuzzled the tip of her nose against Elsa's and stated carefully, "But… if you want me to stop, just say so." Settling down behind her older sister once more, she peppered kisses down Elsa's neck and her bare shoulder as her hand, tucked away between Elsa's sacred place, continued its studious ministrations. "But you don't want me to stop, do you?"

Elsa gasped and arched at the incredible feelings her sister drowned her in so well, reaching her arm back and snaking her hand up to grip the back of Anna's neck. "A-Anna. We shouldn't," she protested weakly, her other hand grasping Anna's arm that was crossed in front of her as if to halt her.

Anna slowed her movements and then ceased altogether, grinning slyly when Elsa tried to get her to resume by nudging into her hand wantonly, pulling and squeezing her arm insistently. "Do you love me, Elsa?" Anna questioned huskily, her fingers teasing the outer lips of Elsa's sex. She already knew the answer, but she wanted clarification from a sober and alert Elsa.

"Yes," Elsa breathed out instantaneously, the answer readily on her lips. She turned over so she was face to face with Anna and wrapped her arms around her sister. "I love you, Anna," she whispered meaningfully, happy tears springing to her eyes. "I love you so much." She punctuated the point with a heated kiss.

Anna reciprocated the exchange with fervor, clutching Elsa closer to her and swiftly rolling on top of her. "I love you too, Elsa, and that's all that matters." Smiling down at her big sister and pressing their bodies intimately together, eliciting a needy mewl from Elsa, Anna said thickly, "So now that our love for each other has been established, let me make love to you, Elsa."

There was no objection from the queen. She happily gave her body and soul to the woman who was her whole world.