A/N: Don't own Frozen, BDSM smut ahead, enjoy the smut, it's going to be the last smut for a long time. I'm not so happy with this chapter, and was battling writer's block every word of the way, so I apologise for the wait and the substandard (in my opinion) chapter. This work is unbeta-ed. All errors are mine!

She was again tied up on the huge, king sized bed, spread eagled, leashed and blindfolded. And naked, gloriously naked. Her ass was in the air, pert and round. Her legs were spread, and… Was She already wet?

The Ice Queen smirked and tutted as she shut the door behind her, eager and smug at seeing her enemy laid bared for her to dominate… And The Ice Queen had barely stepped into the room. "Wet already?" The Queen's husky voice was purposely lower than usual, full of amusement. "But we haven't even begun," The Queen teased.

The Queen strode to the bed, each step slow and purposeful. Let Her wait, anticipate, Her senses muted, and in utter submission, until She was salivating in need just for The Queen's touch, for… just something, for sensation. Let Her beg for The Queen's touch.

That was control, absolute control.

"Yes… please, I missed you." Her voice was choked up, hoarse, as if She had been crying. The Queen's heart twisted, but still she kept on her façade.

"Is that so? So the pet has missed her Mistress?"

"Yes, my Mistress, my Queen. Please, please play with your pet. Please punish me… I… Hurt someone this week."

"Hm..." the Queen hummed, in mild acknowledgement of her words rather than in confusion. Again, The Ice Queen's heart twisted painfully at the incident She was talking about.

The Ice Queen tugged on the leather leash hard, forcing Her head back and reminding Her of Her place.

"Pets don't speak… do they?"

Without warning, Slap!

"AH!" She cried out.

The Ice Queen smirked and found the theme for today. "That's it. That's how pets react…No words, no thoughts, only reactions. Now show me how much you've missed me. But safeword if need be, okay?"

She grunted in agreement.

The Ice Queen stripped her belt from her waist, relishing the feel of seasoned leather on her palm, before bringing it sharply down on to Her ass.

"Mmf!"

The Ice Queen smiled in sadistic pleasure.

The blows rained down, hard and fleeting on her ass and back, never once drawing blood. The Ice Queen stared impassively as Her skin reddened with each blow. There was something sickeningly satisfying about colouring Her soft, pale flesh, about having the power to control Her body in ways even She Herself could not.

Her gasps and whimpers into the pillow were hypnotising.

Just as suddenly as The Queen started, she stopped. Tossing the belt aside, she rummaged through a drawer and found what she was looking for; a slip in dildo and lotion. The Queen brought the false phallus to the bed, placing it aside now. Uncapping the cap of the bottle, The Queen placed a generous amount of lotion on her hands.

"Oh, is my poor pet in pain?" The Queen asked mockingly, smirking as she smoothed her hands across inflamed skin, feeling the heat radiating from tender bumps. She groaned in relief and pleasure from the treatment.

Continuing her ministrations, The Ice Queen cooed and petted Her. "There, there, little pet. Your owner will take good care of you. Hm… I wonder, are you hungry?"

She whined, squirming in place, ever so keen to please, just like a little puppy. "Ye-yes, mistress!"

The Ice Queen smiled. Adorable as always.

Rising from the bed, The Ice Queen stripped, methodically removing her sweatshirt and jeans. Wiping her lotion-sleeked hands on her jeans like she would on a towel, the Ice Queen took the dildo in her hands.

"Before I feed you, there is something I need to take from you…Down here." The Ice Queen trailed a finger over Her slit.

She arched spasmodically, gasping in surprise and pleasure. "Unnf!"

The Ice Queen really took pleasure in the guttural sounds She made… It was glorious, really. Lifting her hand to her mouth, the Ice Queen slurped Her juices from her hand none-too-silently, and another groan of arousal left Her throat.

Smirking, the Ice Queen teased Her already sopping wet entrance, drenching Her even further.

Without warning, the Ice Queen plunged the shorter end of the dildo into Her and removed it in the span of microseconds. Her sharp, cute yelp made the Ice Queen laugh and pat Her bum affectionately.

The short end of the dildo was now sufficiently lubricated, and The Queen pressed it into herself, feeling their juices mix as the dildo went into her without a hitch, so she was now sporting a massive, eight inched strapless dildo, that was partially anchored in her at just the right angle that allowed her to thrust in and out of Her without the dildo falling out of the Queen. The Ice Queen intended to be fully sheathed in Her at the end of this session. The Ice Queen crawled to the front of the bed, by Her head. The Queen could hear Her rapid, shallow breathing, and it made her loins protest.

"Feeding time," The Queen announced, placing the false phallus by Her mouth and pulling on Her leash. "Open your mouth." The Ice Queen smirked, relishing the dominance over Her.

She obeyed, and The Ice Queen slipped the dildo into Her mouth slowly.

"Mmm…!"

"Good girl… now, suck." And the Ice Queen began to move, steadily pushing the dildo deeper into Her mouth with each consecutive thrust. The slurping sounds emanating from Her mouth was…stimulating to say the least.

The Queen pulled out of Her mouth, leaving Her gasping for more as the Queen leaned down to trail a stream of kisses down Her spine. She fidgeted, pulling on Her restraints, Her back undulating in a wave-live motion with each soft, fluttering kiss pressed onto Her spine and wounds from the Ice Queen's lashes. Her breaths were already coming in wet, short heaves before the Ice Queen brushed the tips of her experienced fingers across pert nipples already standing at attention. She whimpered like a kicked puppy and the Ice Queen pinched Her nipples hard in reprimand.

"Ah!" She arched, tugging on Her restraints as She tried spreading Her legs further apart, desperate for more contact down there.

"Patience." The Ice Queen snapped. "I will fuck you like the bitch you are. All in due time."

The Ice Queen proceeded to play her like a maestro musician would with an instrument, probing, flitting, strumming at all the right places, drawing out a harmonious melody of uncontrollable twitches, drawn-out moans, and utterly desperate cries. The Ice Queen rubbed the dildo on Her ass, teasing, never penetrating, driving Her wild with want.

The Ice Queen tugged on the leash, pulling Her neck to the side as she sank royal teeth into the juncture of Her shoulder and back. The Ice Queen sucked, marking the beautiful animal below her, marvelling at Snowflake's beauty once again.

Then came inexplicable urge for the Ice Queen to claim Her as her own… Just this once.

The thought roused the green beast of envy in the Queen's breast, and she growled, "Mine." Into Her ear. Without warning, the Ice Queen thrusted into Her hard, fully sheathing the phallus into Her in one fell swoop, simultaneously pulling up on Her leash.

The animalistic, wordless half-yell, half-moan that erupted from Her throat made the monster in her purr with satisfaction, and the Queen suddenly felt a burst of affection in her heart for the girl below her that she could not resist but stroke Her cheek, turning Her head gently for their lips to meet just as softly, the Queen staying still within Her to steady Her, the calm after the initial onslaught, right before the relentless pounding on gates and subsequent conquest of Snowflake's… city.

Something shifted between them in this kiss. While the Queen likened their previous kisses to something explosive—Fireworks, a volcanic eruption—this kiss was the starting of a fire with wooden sticks and stones; it was slow at first, carefully tended to by both parties until it grew in intensity. They both threw themselves into the kiss as kindling, stroking the fire with their tongues, building it up with their moans, grinding some friction- faster, harder, stronger- until the infantile flame spiralled out of control, morphing into a twisting inferno of desire and want that consumed both of their hearts and souls.

Unconciously, the Ice Queen melted, slowly driving rhythmically into Snowflake—her precious Snowflake—slowly, tenderly, her clit grinding into Snowflake's ass, no longer wanting to claim, but only to please and pleasure. In this room, She was no longer Her, nor was she ever Anna Aren. She was Snowflake, to be cherished, not to be used and tossed aside.

This was not fucking; this was making love.

Alarm bells went off in the Queen's head.

It frightened the Queen to no end: She knew how to fuck—sure, that was easy- but intimacy? Exposing everything about oneself, trusting and giving one's entire being to another for safekeeping, being entirely dependent on the other's presence and happiness… and not being to avoid doing it at all? That was the real surrender of control. Others may find the notion of intimacy romantic. To the Ice Queen, it was the stuff of nightmares. The Queen was being stripped; of her title, her role, until it all boiled down to her inner essence; it was a dichotomous struggle, the heady allure of communion and the heart-stopping fear of vulnerability—they all served to numb her mind and enslave her body to sensation.

And to do this with her boss? The enemy she'd met serendipitously and who'd wormed Her way into the Queen's heart without neither of their knowledge? This girl whom she had come to adore… was the very person she had to bring down.

Snowflake was close; the way her body trembled and quivered, the way she repeatedly clenched and unclenched her fists and gyrated her hips uncontrollably. Armed with that knowledge, the Ice Queen—Elsa—Threw all her confusion, all her frustration, all her anxiety into her actions, feeling the smooth suppleness of Snowflake's skin under her. Elsa picked up the pace and rutted roughly into Snowflake, gently tugging on Snowflake's clit between her fingers. The dildo pressed on the correct spots within Elsa as she moved back and forth, making her grunt.

They came together for the first time and it was unsurprisingly draining; Elsa felt, for once, that she might have lost her dominance with Snowflake.

Pulling out of Snowflake, she stared, wide eyed and aghast, as her actions and emotions of the past session came crashing down on her. Breathing heavily, she clutched her hands to her chest with a soft whimper.

She'd made love to Snowflake, to Anna Aren, the CEO of Aren Corps and her boss.

"Your… Your Majesty…?" Snowflake—no—Anna, called out for her. Elsa grabbed her clothes and put them on inside out, to flee the room, to put some distance between herself and Anna. She needed to think, to breathe.

Exiting the room, Elsa went to the front desk only to see Gerda— Gertrude, goodness, what was with Links and their obsession with aliases, anyway?—give her a speculative look before she handed Elsa a towel and some toiletries. Elsa just returned the favour with a smile and a slight lift of her eyebrow. Elsa took a long, relaxing shower to clear her head and emotions, spazzing and knocking her head on the cold, marble wall when she realised she forgot to give Snowflake her aftercare.

Unbeknownst to her, the moment Anna got released from her restraints, before she even got dressed, she called her two body guards to stop anyone from exiting Links before she got there and joined them in record time. They managed to chase down and stop a raven-haired woman who left the building in an inconspicuous, dark blue Mercedes at around the time as Elsa would have (if she had not taken the shower). They were all a tad bit disappointed to hear the woman's annoyed, soprano voice. When the Mercedes zoomed away, Kristoff shook his head at the petite, strawberry blonde and said something about tracking a IP address from a borrowed phone. They headed back in defeat, metaphorical tails between their legs.

Unbeknownst to all of them, a man in a baseball cap and dark hoodie was busy snapping pictures of the entourage, especially of the red headed CEO.

Elsa left an hour later, after Gerda jokingly teased her about bankrupting Links by taking such lengthy showers. It was past midnight by the time Elsa reached home.

Unfortunately, her parents were still waiting for her. Elsa blinked when she saw them sitting in deep conversation at their modest, wooden dining table. They turned in unison when she entered the room and exchanged a look at each other before engaging the "concerned parents" gear.

Elsa suppressed a frown, joining them at the table and sitting reluctantly next to the table... So much for sneaking into her room unnoticed…

"Elsa…" Elinor sighed. "Why are you home so late?"

Elsa dropped her gaze to the ground. "I… was… working out." She mumbled.

Fergus and Elinor eyed Elsa's damp, newly showered hair. "This late?"

Elsa mutely nodded.

"Elsa…" Elinor stroked her hair, exchanging a concerned look with Fergus before turning their attention back to her, hesitant. "Your father and I… We heard you screaming in your sleep a few nights back again. Are you alright? Do you need—"

Elsa could feel her face harden as she shook her head and replied, "I'll be seeing my company's psychiatrist." It wasn't quite a lie, but she was not going to be confiding in Belle, that much was for sure. "Don't worry. I'm fine."

Conceal, don't feel.

Elinor looked at Fergus, silently pleading as if she was in pain. Fergus turned to Elsa and "I'm so sorry, your father and I- we couldn't protect you."

"It's my fault. I was irresponsible and gave them the chance to blackmail you. So I'll get it back. I've already gotten the job as the PA of Aren Corp's Chairwoman, so don't worry, I'll get the company back from Aren Corp, maybe the entire corporation if you want to..."

Her parents looked at each other worriedly, "Elsa, you have always been the responsible one, but it will be okay if you'd just live a normal life. Revenge is…"

Elsa might never know what revenge was, because just then, her sister came stumbling into the flat, supported only by her best friend Lilo, who currently had red, out-of-control curls covering the better part of her face.

"Merida!" Elinor was in what Elsa liked to call the "Mother Bear" mode, where she becomes aggressive to hide all the concern and love in order to reign Merida, her wild, sister who was the complete opposite of Elsa, back in control. Elinor helped Lilo with Merida, each woman grabbing each of the girl's arms, guiding the drunk redhead

But Merida could not be controlled. She threw up all everywhere, over both her best friend and her Mother.

Elsa, together with her father, cringed. They exchanged looks, and her father was twitching comically to try and get his point across.

Elsa shook her head, curled her lips in disgust. "I did it the last three times."

Fergus groaned and threw his hands up into the air. "All right, all right!" He lumbered over to help with the three girls covered in puke while Elsa hurried into her room and onto bed, trying her best to ignore the gagging sounds still emanating from outside.

As she laid on her bed, she could not help but wonder: What if Anna knew of the monster in Elsa… would she still fancy herself in love with the Ice Queen?

Anna leaned on the table top of the open kitchen (and bar) as Kristoff busied himself to make his "Reindeer King" cocktail. Soft music played in the background, its layers glancing off soft gold, wallpapered walls.

"And I am feeling so small.

It was over my head

I know nothing at all…"

The latest loss on her mission to identify the Ice Queen was… well, saying it was disappointing was the largest understatement in the world.

Anna craved that woman. Yet, oddly enough, whenever she missed the Ice Queen, it was Elsa's image, pinned against to the wall, flushed, afraid and crying, that came to Anna's mind.

Anna groaned and buried her face into her hands

Elsa and the Ice Queen were confusing her to the point of wanting to rip her hair out by the very roots. On one hand, every thread of instinct screamed that Elsa and the Ice Queen was the same person: their voices, their demeanour, and even their scent were all so similar, it was difficult to believe that they were not the same person.

Yet, their behaviour could not be more different. The Ice Queen seemed utterly confused and jealous when she brought up Elsa's name. Elsa had been bewildered and panicked when Anna approached her for the first time. Anna cringed at that disastrous first meeting—Belle had chewed her head off for projecting her affections and sexual frustrations onto an innocent third party (and exactly how innocent was Elsa, anyway?)

While the Ice Queen's mere presence was a forceful, tangibly electrifying entity in itself, Elsa Delle was meek, a tad severe, and reserved little… stinker. Could it be that Anna was more in tuned to the Ice Queen's presence because she fantasised herself as being in love with the harsh, yet tender and even loving woman? Not to mention that they both hate to be touched unexpectedly…

To top it all off, she didn't know when she'll see the Ice Queen next.

"Wow… you have it bad, don't you?" Kristoff's deep voice came from somewhere above her head. "You're actually quiet, for once."

Anna mumbled wordlessly, in no mood for Kristoff's teasing.

Contrary to what was seen in the workplace, the bodyguard and employer actually shared a close friendship off hours. It was just something about protecting and being protected by someone close to your age from young that made such bonds tenacious.

"Well, you could buy over Links and insist that they hand over the list of all dommes employed…"

Anna's head shot up like a firework, her face exploding with emotions open for all to see.

"Toff, you're a genius."

Kristoff laughed and scratched his head. "You know the board will never approve of that takeover… I was just joking."

Anna, however, was in serious, quiet contemplation. "It could be a potentially profitable venture, and still in line with the whole 'Luxury comes first' motto…" Anna rolled her eyes, just imagining what the board would say. The board hated her, just because she was young, and…

Anna cut off that thought before she went into a downward spiral.

The board hated her because she was the unruly spare who unexpectedly became the heir.

"Kristoff," Anna said, all formality returning to her voice, "I'll visit my parents tomorrow morning. Then…" Anna faltered, her voice cracking from emotion. Downing the rest of her drink in one gulp and feeling the alcohol burn its way down her throat and relishing every moment of it, she stood and turned her back to Kristoff, not wanting him to see the pain that she knew was on her face. "Then I'm going to see my sister." She padded softly to her room, not glancing back as she threw the door open and stepped inside.

"Good night, Kristoff." Her voice was laden with fatigue.

She missed the small sigh from Kristoff as she shut the door, did not notice the longing, loving, and utterly despaired gaze he directed to her closed door.

He, too, swallowed his drink in one go.

"Good night, Anna…"

"Anywhere I would have followed you…

Say something, I'm giving up on you."

A/N: I'll reply to your individual reviews later! I'm currently posting this right before I head to school. Just a show of hands, would anyone be interested in following my tumblr? And, well, I wrote a few prompted oneshots, so would anyone be interested in reading those, too? Ahah. In any case, cue long rambling A/N:

How the plot will unfold will be like sleeping; slowly at first, then all at once. Unless you're fatigued like me. Then it's likely to come to you really fast, everywhere and anytime. Hey there John Green! Unfortunately, I do not agree with some of your ideas. Alas, the world is not a wish granting factory (Well, I do agree with that).

In all seriousness, I enjoy tantalising my readers with… slow increments in plot, but tons of character development, and then a LOT of action and plot development. This chapter was a bitch to write. Like the Ice Queen, I don't do feelings, so writing them is very difficult. Plus I had to scrap several plot ideas because they wouldn't have made plot sense later in the story. I apologise for the long wait.

I am aware that Anna is not as preppy as she should be. There is a reason for that, and it shall hopefully be remedied in the coming chapters, which will focus on introducing all characters and their backstories. Then the game begins, and we can play. :D

As usual, reviews will be appreciated (Even though I take uber long to reply to the, I read them all! I'm sorry!)