Elsa looked around her bedchambers with increasing anxiety. "So, if I wasn't from the royal family this would seem ostentatious right? I mean 3 rooms for ones bedchambers are too much. This is the size of a small flat. Is she going to hate it, gosh what if she hates it."

They'd been texting for a little while, long enough for Anna to have been given directions to the secret passages that would allow her entrance into the castle. She'd also been given directions to Elsa's private chambers and instructions to tell anyone who passed her way that she was the owner of the local flower shop and Elsa had asked for her to view her chambers in order to suggest which flowers would look best. Although Elsa rarely asked for personal bouquets it was known that the young royal enjoyed the scent of flowers.

Tonight was the night and truly the main emotion that Elsa was feeling was crippling anxiety. What if the reality of her being royalty was too much for Anna, Elsa certainly wouldn't blame her if it was. A knock on her door roused her from her thoughts. "There's an umm florist here to see you Ma'am."

"Yes thank you Gerda please let her in."

In walked in a wide eyed Anna, her gaze travelling from corner to corner of the room in dramatic awe. "So this is what a palace looks like?" Her eyes finally land on the Princess, irises wide and unfocussed. "This place is huge, you have a library and I'm certain I've just seen eight thousand salad plates!"

"More like eight hundred Anna."

"That's not the point Elsa, I man gosh just look at this room. There's a tapestry on the wall Elsa, when was that even made?"

"Erm, the sixteen hundreds I think?"

"Jesus."

"Is this alright Anna?" She receives a vigorous nod before the girl throws herself at Elsa with a hug nodding into her neck. "Would you like a stroll in the gardens, or would you like to watch a film or something?"

"Are you asking if I'd like to 'Netflix and chill?'" Elsa's cheeks became the shade of a tomato as she immediately tried to deny the implication. "It's alright Elsa, I'd be down for that if you'd like." She winked before leaning in for a soft kiss which gradually became more insistent until they broke apart through necessity Elsa's breath coming out in visual puffs of cold air.

"I just don't want to rush anything…" She trails off as a freckled hand combs its way through platinum curls. "Especially as I've not even offered you a tour of the palace yet. Would you like one?" She finds herself being dragged out of her chambers, through her heavy wooden door and into the corridor.

"Alright then Queenie, where to?" Elsa watches as Anna turns to her, suddenly turns bug- eyed as she notices a passing maid gaping at them. "Is there an etiquette I should be following?"

"What do you mean?"

"I feel as if there's a way in which people would expect me to address you. There's a way in which people address you. Elsa, I don't think I follow it."

"So?"

"So should I be? Following it I mean."

"Well…. What if I said I liked that you don't feel the need to hold me in a different light when interacting with me. It's refreshing." She wanted to reach out to Anna who just eyed her up dubiously but she was more than aware of the staff who bustled past them with cautious bows. When it becomes obvious that Anna isn't going to stop looking at the ground ahead of her she adds.

"Okay well, there are some things that people might expect you to do whilst in my presence. However I do not expect it, certainly when we are alone, alright?" She gets no response other than a soft sigh. "So there's a 'no touch rule' which basically means that no one is allowed to touch me unless I initiate the contact. This has helped me with controlling my powers." As she expects Anna's eyes snap up to her but her expression does not change. "When you greet me you are expected as a subject of this kingdom to curtsey. You are also expected to never turn your back to me whilst in my company. You can only eat when I am eating should we share a meal together, it would be considered impolite to continue to eat after I myself have finished." She watches as Anna's face becomes redder and redder. "I'm sorry things are more complicated because of my background. Are you certain this is what you'd like? We can go back to my chambers where it's private."

"No, I want to see where you live your Majesty. I'm just scared I'll get this all wrong."

"Please don't worry; you have no need to impress me. Trust me the staff have seen me at my worst, they could not judge you for missing a courtesy. Now… would you like to see the great hall?"

An hour later they returned to Elsa's bedchambers Anna's anxiety leaving her at some point along the tour as she got used to being a step behind the blond maintaining a respectable distance. Once they were safely in private however she pulled her into a forceful kiss before resting her forehead against the blonde. "I've wanted to do that since we left the library. Gosh. So anyway what films are we watching? Don't think I haven't noticed the enormous plasma TV you've have in your bedroom." She pulls a tongue before heading further into Elsa's private rooms.

They decided upon watching 'The Princess Diaries". Although it wasn't particularly Elsa's taste she loved how enthusiastic Anna was about the film and how it seemed to be "exactly like your life Elsa". If it meant that she got to see the red head smile at her like that again she'd watch it on a loop.

However about half an hour into the film it was obvious that watching wasn't exactly what Anna had in mind as she found a hand trailing its way upwards from her knee in soft, sure motions. As it reached her mid-thigh she found that another hand grabbed her chin to turn her to face the red-head before she was drawn into a long kiss. As a tongue moved past her lips she finds the hand to be rubbing the inside of her thigh. On instinct she lets her legs open further before the hand finally settles itself to cup her mound. She tries to control the buck her hips give at the contact but she's unable to stop it, nor the gravelly moan that slips past her lips.

"Elsa?"

"Y-yeah?"

"I kinda want to fuck you now. Is that okay?

"I thought you'd never ask."