AN: Written as a gift for glittering-snowfall for Elsanna Secret Santa 2017
"Remind me again why we're doing this?"
"Kristoff, please." Anna sighed heavily, her clay covered hands pausing in their activities long enough for the princess to shoot the ice harvester a disapproving glare. "What part of sit still do you not understand?" Plucking out a stray strand of straw that found its way from the stable floor onto her creation, she flicked it away and returned to the task at hand. Diligently shaping the malleable substance into an elongated blob, she answered, "We are doing this because I am an aspiring artist in need of inspiration, and you have been the chosen one to guide me on my journey." Her eyes landed on her friend for a long second, a doubtful look crossing her features. "Hopefully."
"Wait a minute. If I recall correctly, I've already guided you on a journey. You know, with the whole chasing after the Snow Queen thing?" Kristoff said, investigating the fingernails on his right hand and picking dirt out from underneath them.
"First, don't call Elsa that. Ever. Second, this is a different journey," Anna informed him, hands and fingers working away at the clay. "Plus, I'm doing this one to make a name for myself. A different name for myself," she quickly added.
The people of Arendelle knew Anna as the lovable, fearless princess who went above and beyond to save the kingdom from two forces: an unexpected winter that their frightened queen accidentally created, and a conniving prince who sought to take Arendelle as his own. Anna defied the man's attempt at ending her life and selflessly threw herself in front of his lethal blade to protect her sister from a terrible fate, and her act of true love helped thaw the winter.
Anna was grateful for the enormous praise the people showered upon her for her daring accomplishments, but she yearned to be recognized for something else for once too. There was more to her than being Arendelle's hero. Deep inside of her she had many great talents to show off. First... she had to find out what talents she possessed.
That was easier said than done…
Her search for her hidden talent began in the kitchen. Anna loved food so it only made sense for her to learn how to make it, especially her favorite treat of all, krumkake. And so, donning an apron and the expectation of having an endless amount of krumkakes at her disposal someday, Anna dove right in… and was subsequently banned from the kitchen after a fire erupted and almost burned the place down. But really now, how was she expected to know you weren't supposed to throw water on a grease fire? Lesson learned.
Not letting that nearly disastrous mishap bring her down, Anna moved on. She tried her hand at sword fighting, which quickly followed the same path her attempts at cooking went when she nearly lopped off her trainer's head after tripping on a rock. Oops.
Fashion designing was next, and that worked pretty well for Anna. She sowed a dozen of her own beautiful creations in a span of a month. Impressive work, or it would have been impressive if she had remembered the necessary arm and neck holes. Yeesh.
Failing everything so far, she tried creative writing. Coming up with fictional adventures was a blast for Anna and she would have loved sticking with writing stories as her talent of choice… if only she wasn't so clumsy. She wasted an excessive amount of ink due to her constantly knocking the inkwell over with her hand or her elbow, and for a short period there was an ink shortage. During that time only Elsa was permitted to have ink in her possession so her important document signing wouldn't be disrupted.
With each and every one of her attempts being foiled in some way shape or form, Anna didn't have many activities left to fall to. It was when she was sprawled out on the lounge chair in the portrait room, complaining to her good friend Joan about her woes, that the idea of becoming an artist came to her. Joan talked her out of painting for the time being, at least until she perfected her talent, so Anna decided clay was a safe starting point for her. As long as she kept the stuff moist, she could shape it into any form without worrying about it breaking or getting ruined. Anna was confident she would be the next world famous statue sculptor, this time without becoming the statue herself.
And that was how they came to the current situation, with Kristoff reluctantly lending his figure as a model for his friend's first project. Something he was now starting to regret.
"I can only sit still for so long," he complained, bored of sitting around doing nothing for an extended period. If only he had brought his lute to keep himself entertained. Sadly, he left it at his troll home during his last visit there. "It's been hours , Anna, and that goop you've been playing with doesn't look any different from when we first started!"
"Look, art doesn't take seconds to create! You can't rush it! It takes loads of concentration, great care, and—"
"Talent?"
The rest of her words died in her throat and she scowled, intensifying the glare she aimed at him. If Kristoff was a block of ice, he would have melted into a puddle instantly. "I'm tuning you out now so I can concentrate on my masterpiece," she huffed, and did exactly that.
Kristoff started to protest, but saved his breath and slouched low in his seat, grumbling quietly under his breath. He hastily corrected his posture when Anna made a stern "ahem" and raised her chin up, quick and sharp, indicating he straighten up. Silence followed soon after, except for the moist sounds of Anna's fingers manipulating the deformed lump of clay on her table.
After a few minutes passed, Kristoff fidgeted uncomfortably. He tried to sit still like Anna instructed, but nature suddenly announced its impending departure and was making things difficult for him. "Anna," he risked. When he didn't receive a response from the deeply engrossed woman, he whispered, "Anna, I really, really, really have to pee…"
Ignoring him, Anna fiddled with the clay a little more, trying to make it resemble the shape of a human before groaning tiredly and tossing her hands up in defeat, splattering bits of clay everywhere. "Fine. We're done. It's not working. I'm not feeling inspired. You're not giving me that UMPH I need."
"Oh, thank goodness!" the ice harvester cheered, hopping to his feet and throwing up his fists, celebrating his freedom.
Anna sulkingly packed away her supplies and muttered dryly, "Thanks…"
Seeing how dejected Anna was and feeling bad for dampening her mood, Kristoff walked over and patted her shoulder sympathetically. "Hey, I'm sorry I couldn't be more helpful to you. Truthfully, I think I'd look better as an ice figure instead of clay, anyway," he joked. Anna snorted at that. "But in all seriousness, you want someone inspiring, right? Well, have you tried asking your sister to model for you?"
She sighed and wiped her hands clean of clay particles with a hand towel she brought with her. "Of course I asked Elsa! Well… technically? I mean, I thought of it?" she answered with a tiny laugh. Her sister had naturally been her first choice, but with Elsa being the queen, her queenly duties were a priority over everything else. Anna didn't want to disturb her busy schedule for something that was probably going to inevitably end in failure.
How do you expect to succeed in anything thinking that way? Think positive! Anna listened to her inner thoughts, banishing the pessimistic pollution from her mind. Art was something she was determined to succeed in, and asking Elsa for help was her best chance at doing so. Sven and Olaf were an option, too, though she doubted the results she'd get would be any different than what she got dealing with Kristoff. Sven was as restless of an animal as Kristoff, and Olaf was an incarnation of a young child. Keeping either of them still long enough for her to do any work would be difficult.
So Elsa it was.
Glancing at the clock they recently installed in the stables for Kristoff's benefit, Anna noted the time and how late it was getting. Elsa would probably be in her room, preparing for bed at this very moment. Or still sitting at her desk working on boring, important royal business stuff.
Hoping it was the former, Anna gathered her materials together and rushed out of the stables, uttering a quick thank you to Kristoff for his help on her way out. She may not have gotten the results she was hoping for, but she still appreciated his trying to help her.
Being careful not to drop anything, Anna ran through the castle halls as fast as she could. She made a brief pit stop at the royal library to pick up an art book she could use for reference, then headed straight to Elsa's bedroom.
Anna burst inside the room without bothering to knock, her project supplies and the folding table she used to work on in hand. Her sudden entrance startled a freshly bathed Elsa, a royal blue robe wrapped around her lithe figure.
"Anna!" Elsa gasped out, clutching the front of her robe against herself instinctively, the small fright causing frost to form on the outside of the fabric. The scare caused her braid to flail wildly behind her.
"Elsa!" Anna greeted quickly, then immediately launched into an explanation of why she was there. Not that she needed an explanation because Elsa had said she was always welcomed in her room any time, no matter what. They even instated a rule that gave Anna permission to never have to knock on her door ever again. After knocking on her sister's door for thirteen years with no answer, you bet Anna took advantage of that rule.
"I am in dire need of your help, Elsa. You are literally my only hope! There's this thing I'm doing that's really, really important to me and I need someone with patience who can sit still, something I know you are an expert at since you spend so much time sitting at your desk filling out paperwork and all that. It's actually scary how rigid and quiet you get when you're in that zone, like you barely blink and really it's probably not a good thing and you should totally be a little more active with things other than queenly matters, but I digress. Can you be my model?"
"Oh?" Elsa regarded her curiously, loosening the grasp she had on her robe. "A model for what?"
"Sculpting!" Anna showed her the supplies in her hands. "With clay!" she exclaimed, setting everything up so she could start working right away. "Wait," she said, hesitating. "Are you busy? Did I interrupt anything important?"
Elsa chuckled softly. "You didn't. I finished my bath a moment ago. I was about to get in bed and read a bit before going to sleep, but that can wait. Now, what is it you need me to do?"
"Are you sure? It's fine if you can't or don't want to! I mean, I can wait for a day when you're free. It's awfully late, anyway, and you've been working your butt off. You probably want some time to relax in peace and I don't want to get in the way of that. Sorry!" Anna started to pack everything away again when slender fingers wrapped firmly around her elbow, stopping her from doing so.
"Spending time with you is exactly what I need to relax me, Anna," Elsa said, squeezing her arm reassuringly. "Please stay, and tell me what you need from me."
Her sister's beautiful, bright blue eyes gazed at her adoringly, filling Anna's entire body with an immense warmth. Overwhelmed by the powerful sensations that only Elsa ever ignited within her, something Anna tried not to dwell on too much, she promptly averted her eyes, smiling bashfully, and rested her hand on top of Elsa's, leaning up to kiss a pale cheek. "If you're absolutely sure..." she murmured. "Okay."
Without missing a beat, she resumed her setup. "So you really don't have to do a single thing except sit and look pretty while I create, er, attempt to create your likeness."
Elsa hummed pleasantly, absently caressing her cheek where Anna's lips had made contact. "Seems simple enough. Where should I sit? Would the bed be fine? Oh, hold on..." Remembering her state of undress, she giggled and said, "I should probably change out of this robe and into something more presentable."
"Good idea, and the bed's fine!" Anna called, as Elsa dipped away to trade her robe for one of her form fitting ice dresses. Waiting for Elsa to come back out, the princess opened the book she retrieved from the library and perused it, looking for any techniques that might sharpen her skill as an artist. She flipped to the sculpting section and her lips formed a tiny frown. Eyes sweeping across page after page, Anna noticed one intriguing detail appearing in each example picture shown. All of them contained nudity. Not a stitch of clothing covered any intimate bits. Everything was exposed for all to see. Everything.
Wow. Was I doing it wrong the whole time? Anna wondered, her face immediately heating up as she examined the book's contents more thoroughly. Should she have had Kristoff pose… naked? Would that have sparked inspiration in her?
Bleh. Yuck . Face contorting with disgust, she vigorously shook her head to erase that unappealing thought from her mind and closed the book, setting it aside just as Elsa returned, clad in a tamer version of her famous, sparkling ice dress. Anna was mildly disappointed the dress had a high collar that reached just below her sister's throat, those gorgeous shoulders she was used to seeing on display now hidden away from view. Even the slit that showed off Elsa's great legs was nonexistent. The alterations didn't change how beautiful the dress and her sister truly were though.
Elsa's magic never ceased to amaze her. With a flick of her wrist she brought snowmen to life and built a towering ice palace on top of a mountain! All the creations her skillful hands weaved so effortlessly were remarkable. If only Anna had acquired similar, useful abilities. Not necessarily powers, per se, but a talent that people could marvel over for ages.
Already, just by looking at her sister, Anna felt the inspiration blossoming to life within her. Hefting up a wad of clay in one hand, she waved her free one towards the bed. "Take position on the bed, please, so we can begin."
Elsa glided over to the bed and stood for a moment beside it, cocking her head to the side and raising an eyebrow at Anna. "What position do you want me in?"
"Uh." For a second, Anna's brain shut down, overloaded by flashes of Elsa in various highly questionable positions that a sister probably shouldn't have in her head. And yet there it was… "Whoa… uh. Down."
"Down?" Elsa repeated, confused.
"O-on the bed!" Anna smacked the palm of her hand against her forehead and groaned. "Sit down on the bed. Sorry. Need to be more specific, ha."
Nodding her understanding, Elsa elegantly parked herself on the edge of the bed, crossing her legs and folding her hands on top of her knees, pulling off the regal queen look expertly. And she's not even trying , Anna thought with a chuckle.
Better get to work, then. The sooner we finish, the faster Elsa can get her beauty sleep! Anna centered her clay and spritzed some water on it to moisten it a little more. Then, cracking her knuckles, she attacked the clay vigorously, fingers mashing and twisting and molding it into what she hoped was something recognizable.
But Anna found she couldn't concentrate very well. The book's nude examples dangled before her eyes, distracting her in ways she didn't want to think about. Not when she was in the middle of perfecting her soon to be talent…
"What's wrong?"
"Hm?" Anna furrowed her eyebrows. "What makes you think something's wrong?"
"You seem distracted. Or annoyed," Elsa noted. "You keep sighing and you don't seem to be doing anything with that clay. Not for the past five minutes, anyway."
Five minutes? Anna winced, not even realizing she'd zoned out, never mind for five whole minutes. "It's nothing important. I was just thinking..."
When Anna offered nothing more, Elsa probed, "Thinking about what?"
Could she tell her? Anna didn't see any harm in doing so. Maybe Elsa knew the answer! "This book I grabbed from the library shows sculptures that are apparently famous in all parts of the world, right? And every single one of them is naked."
"Naked?" Elsa echoed carefully.
"Yeah… naked as a doorknob. Or whatever. Isn't that weird? So it has me wondering if having clothes on matters or not."
"You think it does?" Elsa tapped the tips of her fingers together nervously, teeth worrying her bottom lip, eyes cast down. Taking a deep breath, she cleared her throat and asked, voice low and with a slight hitch to it, "D-do you want me to disrobe?"
The clay escaped from Anna's hands, falling onto the table with a wet thump. Anna's eyes widened and she spluttered incredulously. "What? No, no! I wasn't implying that, I swear! You should stay dressed forever! Wait, not forever, but right now. In my presence. Not that I don't want to see your body. Not that I do either! Cause I mean, come on… that'd be a little weird, am I right? Unless of course you want to…? Wait, no." Holy shit, Anna, shut up before you make things more awkward!
Hot from embarrassment, Anna gathered her composure and said firmly, "No."
"Okay," Elsa said quickly, coughing awkwardly. "Sorry, I just assumed—"
"Did I say no? I meant yes." Definitely yes. "That's entirely up to you! If… if you want to be naked, I'm totally fine with that. In the name of artistic inspiration, of course!" Right… artistic inspiration. Who was she kidding? Anna hunched her shoulders and practically shoved her whole face into her clay, trying to hide from embarrassment. She pretended to be busy with the substance, poking and prodding at it.
Seriously? Did you really just say she could be naked in front of you? Are you crazy? Then again, why am I freaking out when Elsa was the one to offer? Wait, was that an offer or did I misunderstand … Way to jump to conclusions, Anna, she scolded herself. You big idi- oh...
Determination written all over her face, Elsa scooted off the bed, twirled her hands above her head, and made her ice dress vanish. Just like that. Not a trace of hesitation. So Anna was met with the sight of her half naked sister. Bare breasted and heart stoppingly beautiful. A pair of light, whitish-blue underwear concealed her lower half, appropriately decorated with little snowflakes. The lone article of clothing looked rather flimsy to Anna. The material was so light, if she squinted hard enough it was practically see through.
Still, Elsa wasn't entirely naked, and that was bearable for Anna. She relaxed slightly, certain she could work with that.
Except Elsa didn't stop there. Hooking her fingers under the waistband, Elsa slid her underwear down her shapely legs, revealing everything else that seconds before had been hidden away. Anna gulped and gaped, frozen in place, squeezing the life out of a chunk of clay caught in her fist.
For the longest time, particularly over the past few years, Anna assumed it was perfectly normal for her to observe and admire her sibling's assets. Now, with how she found her body reacting to the grand unveiling up close, especially in ways it shouldn't be, she wasn't so sure what she was feeling was normal at all...
To make matters worse, the blonde turned to the side and bent over to pick the underwear up where it landed, smoothing it out and folding it neatly before setting it down on the floor again in a neater fashion. And boy, did she bend…
Tucking a strand of blonde hair that freed itself from her braid behind her ear, Elsa watched Anna as she took in the view of the naked queen and asked nervously, "Is this better?" A subtle blush stained her features, teeth caught on her bottom lip as she waited for Anna's response.
Anna shouldn't have had a problem answering. Yet she found herself stunned to silence, powerless to do anything but openly stare. Elsa was a sight to behold, her pale features and golden white hair reminding Anna of an angel. She focused intently on her sister's delicate curves. One in particular had always intrigued her, though with Elsa facing towards her, it was currently out of her view.
Dare she ask? "Elsa, could you… turn around?" Anna requested timidly, and then she was granted the finest sight of all. Elsa's butt. It wasn't just any butt. It was the most gorgeous butt in all of Arendelle, or so Anna guessed. She wasn't an expert on butts, nor had she ever seen another butt bared to her so freely. But that didn't matter because she instinctively knew Elsa's was the best.
All of Elsa was lovely, but Anna held a special fondness for her sister's rear. And how could anyone blame her? Though she wouldn't dare admit it out loud, certainly not in front of Elsa, she often find herself mesmerized by the royal throne, how whenever Elsa walked, her voluptuous cheeks took turns moving up and down, and that was when it was clothed and shielded from her precious eyes! Elsa's dresses fit her so well, they rarely left much to the imagination...
The princess knew she was in deep trouble, faced with something so irresistible and tempting. Her fingers twitched, feeling the magnetic pull of that lovely rump, craving to reach out and–
"Anna?"
"Mm hm," she murmured dreamily, continuing to gaze uninterrupted at the divine booty. That , Anna reminded herself, you shouldn't be openly staring at! Hello! Hissing, Anna slammed her eyes closed to block out the wonderfully rounded bum she couldn't stop oogling and searched her brain for the thing she was supposed to be doing. Damn it, what was it? she growled internally. What was I doing before Elsa's bootyus maximus obliterated all functional thought ?
Anna tightened her fist and the forgotten clay she was holding gushed from the sides, seeping through her fingers. Right! Art ! "Um, so I think I'll start at this angle, if that's okay with you. If you need to sit and rest, let me know. Here we go..." She palmed her clay, rolling it between her hands, studiously smoothing out bumps and filling in noticeable cracks. Once it was mended enough for her to work with it again, she molded the clay's shape to match Elsa's to the best of her ability. She relied on her memory for this, not daring to take her eyes off of the clay for fear of losing focus again. Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on how one looked at it), Anna had to grant herself permission to glance at Elsa's figure occasionally in order to make her first project as perfect as possible. Every little detail mattered, and though Anna wasn't advanced enough to utilize all those details yet, it didn't hurt to start practicing. Luckily her thoughts only strayed a little each time she peeked.
How is her butt so perfect? How is she so perfect? Brain, no. Don't go there!
Time ticked away with neither of the girls uttering a word. For half an hour Elsa seemed content standing there, hands resting on the bed to help support her weight so her legs didn't have to do all the work, while Anna marveled at her rear.
And then the peace and quiet was shattered by Anna's huffing and sighing.
Elsa couldn't see what was going on very well, so she wasn't sure if the noises were good or bad. "How's everything going?"
"Not so great," Anna admitted tiredly, wiping her forehead with her arm to avoid smearing clay on her face. "It… doesn't look anything like you." In her head, Anna could easily picture how her work should look, and the thing on her table resembled Kristoff's big and bulky body shape, not Elsa's petite and sinfully gorgeous one.
I guess it's time to call it quits, Anna thought, tears forming in her eyes as she cleaned her hands with her towel. She didn't want the night to end because then it would mean Elsa's butt would be hidden away, and who knew when she'd get the chance to see it again? Probably never... "I'm sorry for wasting your time with this… Maybe I need—"
"A hands on approach?" Elsa suggested, peering over her shoulder at Anna, and Anna wasn't sure, but Elsa's tone almost sounded… hopeful? Was she imagining that? Planting her own twisted desires in her sister's voice? She might have believed that was the case if Elsa's expression didn't show a hint of expectant shyness.
"Do you think that might help the process, Anna?" the queen prodded innocently when Anna didn't answer right away.
"A hands on approach?" Anna repeated cautiously, making sure she heard her sister right. "As in… like physically touching? Me? You?"
For a moment they locked eyes, Elsa's burning so intensely into Anna's that Anna nearly swooned from the heat, and then she almost swooned again when her sister confirmed her question with a husky, "Yes." A deep blush rapidly colored Elsa's cheeks and she broke eye contact.
Well. With an offer like that , how could Anna possibly refuse? Outwardly she wanted to scream with excitement. Instead, acting nonchalantly, she subtly nodded and responded calmly, "Sure. That might help!"
Mirroring Anna's head bobs, Elsa faced her bed, bracing her hands on the bedspread again. Slowly approaching Elsa's position, Anna swore her sister's tush swayed slightly, as if blown by a gentle breeze, enticing her. The princess was loving every second of it and she took her time, drinking it all in and savoring the moment.
It only took a few steps to reach her target. Suddenly her sister's delightfully precious hiney was right before her, within touching distance. Up close, Anna saw the silky smoothness of her sister's skin and she ached to find out if it was as soft as it looked. All she had to do was reach her hand out.
The first touch was tentative, a feather-like brush of fingers against lovely pale flesh, never before touched by the rays of the sun. Holding her breath, Anna waited, gauging Elsa's reaction to determine whether she was allowed to resume her exploration or stop. She hadn't been sure Elsa meant the hands on approach seriously.
Tiny tremors radiated from Elsa, her head hanging low, breathing deep and heavy. She didn't protest or move away from the inquisitive, probing fingers. She didn't yell at Anna, asking her what the hell she was doing. If Anna wasn't so attuned to her sister right at that moment she probably would have missed Elsa pressing into her touch.
Brief though the contact was, Anna was about ready to fly into the air from sheer happiness at the incredible softness under her fingertips. Growing more bold, she spread her fingers out and placed her hand flat on the firm surface of her sister's rear, massaging it reverently and giving it an experimental squeeze.
The airy gasp she was rewarded with made her groan needily in response, and Anna whispered lovingly, "Elsa… you're so beautiful. It's unbelievable. How are you real?" She caressed the queen's buttocks with the back of her hand, wondering what it would feel like if she laid her head on it, using it as her own personal comfy, curvy pillow. "So perfect and round," she murmured, sighing pleasantly. Those wonderful cheeks flexed at the praise and she giggled, giving them a playful swat, which she noted Elsa seemed to react very strongly to when the blonde's thighs squeezed and rubbed together urgently.
Elsa is really enjoying the attention on her butt, Anna thought proudly, marveling at how flushed her fair skin had become. Amazed and thankful for being given such an exquisite opportunity, she paid close attention to the sounds her sister produced and how her body responded to her strokes. Varying the pressure of her touches rewarded her with purrs, squeaks and gasps.
Anna believed every surface the queen's rump sat on was undoubtedly blessed, and one day she dreamed to have the royal throne seated on her own face, writhing with intense pleasure.
Invigorated, Anna pushed down lightly on the small of Elsa's back, prompting the queen to bend over, opening herself up more, and giving Anna better access to Her Majesty's rear. She knelt down, bringing her face eye level to her prize. "Wow," Anna breathed in amazement, closing her eyes and resting her cheek against the splendid plumpness. Just as she suspected, it was better than any pillow her head had ever rested on. Worst of all, she was now ruined of ever using another pillow to sleep with ever again.
Turning her head, she planted a small kiss on one cheek and lovingly fondled the other. Her gaze traveled lower and oh... This close to Elsa's sacred privates, Anna saw exactly how much her big sister was enjoying the whole thing, slickness trailing along the inside of her thighs and down her leg. Anna breathed in deeply, nostrils flaring at the dizzyingly unique fragrance she picked up.
Elsa smelled divine. Not of crisp winter as some might assume, but of… well, Elsa. In any case, Anna found being so close, she wanted to do much more than simply touch. She wanted to sample a taste of her skin… and possibly more.
Swallowing thickly, Anna settled more comfortably on her knees. Kneading and massaging the mounds, she licked her lips and parted Elsa's cheeks, ripping a whimper out of the blonde. Her tongue darted out, sampling the pristine skin.
It was all new to Anna. Never before had she ventured to such daringly scandalous territory, yet… it seemed natural to her. Kneeling before her sister, worshipping her graceful booty… the strong desire to bury her face in her sister's fleshy cheeks. It felt right. It was where she belonged, where she wanted to be, and knowing the desire was mutual meant everything to her.
Elsa had started out quiet enough, pants and groans making up most of her vocabulary throughout the experience, but gradually the sounds Anna brought out of her grew in volume. Most of it was due to how good Anna made her feel, but impatience also played a huge role.
All it took was one choked out needy whisper of, "Anna, please" and Anna caved hard. What little restraint she maintained was thrown out the window and she dove forward, shoving her face in her sister's quivering hind quarters, mouthing and teasing the puckered flesh hidden inside. Exploring uncharted territory. Forbidden territory. Territory Anna gladly claimed as her own.
Elsa was enjoying the sensations immensely, though she tried to stifle her sounds of pleasure by biting down on her own fingers. Under Anna's ministrations, staying quiet was a lost cause, the princess' resilient mouth muscle teasing the pink rim of the queen's anus so wonderfully, maneuvering in and around the sensitive spot. Elsa moaned earnestly, a shamed blush reddening her normally pale skin, something Anna found extremely adorable. Unwilling to stop what she was doing, Anna expressed her appreciation with a throaty moan of her own, sending delicious vibrations through her sister's body.
Sweat glistened on Elsa's body like condensation on a beautiful flower's petal. Anna gleefully watched several droplets trickle down her elegant back, and if her mouth wasn't already busy having a delicious snack, she would have eagerly licked them all up.
Squirming and gripping the sheets tightly, Elsa hissed through gritted teeth. "Close, so close. Anna! Oh, god, please." Her hips rolled forward, seeking friction in neglected places. Anna felt bad about that, but at the same time she was having too much fun where she was to stop and give attention elsewhere.
Anna gave her tongue a rest long enough to urge the queen, "Go on, Elsa. Touch yourself. Sing for me." She squeezed her sister's backside supportively before going back to devouring her ass with great fervor, moaning approvingly as Elsa's body greedily clenched around her tongue.
Elsa obeyed, her hand immediately dipping between her legs to tend to the pressure that had been building there since the moment she stripped in front of Anna, speeding the process up. It only took a few rough rubs of her palm against her rigid nub, and one final thrust of Anna's velvety, enthusiastic tongue to send Elsa shuddering and pulsing around her spectacularly.
Body spent, the exhausted queen's legs gave out beneath her and she fell backwards. Anna barely had time to retreat her tongue from its new favorite hiding spot, catching her sister as she collapsed into her arms weightlessly. Arms protecting and supporting Elsa, Anna soothingly caressed the blonde's sweat dampened hair as her rapidly beating heart slowed to a normal pace, recovering from the orgasm her little sister had guided her through.
Anna giggled, amazed by what had transpired. Though she hadn't quite imagined things would go that particular route, she was highly pleased with the result, and she guessed Elsa shared that sentiment judging by the shy and shaky but content smile that crossed her lips. Something Anna couldn't resist kissing, claiming them swiftly with her own lips.
It turned out Anna did have a special talent she was amazing at. This one, she decided, affectionately bumping her forehead with her sister, I'll keep all to myself.