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I was never skilled at sticking to one POV, so just bear with my unrealistic third person omniscient on steroids.

All right you animals, this chapter is slightly erotic.

Chapter III

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There had been magical force behind the small explosion, but it had startled Anna more than hurt her. So even as she flew back a couple of meters, Anna only felt cold slush in her eyes. Hey eyes immediately flushed the freezing substance out, and she was no worse for wear.

Not comprehending how or what just happened, Anna decided against engaging Elsa in any more conversation for now. The Princess was clearly upset, small sniffles heard from her bed. Anna also couldn't help the dread she felt about going anywhere near a bed, what with the ugly brand on her left hand. The bed symbolized to Anna her eventual forced loss of her maidenhood. Not that Anna associated her new mistress and the bed together; it really seemed the bed was the villain between the two.

No, true to her instincts, Anna still did not fear Elsa. The redhead was too tired and weak to deal with a confrontation at the moment, so she lied down upon the plush carpet—softer than the mattress back at the orphanage—and fell asleep.

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Elsa lifted the covers to her bed, peeking at her room's new occupant. She spotted the girl passed out on her floor, and Elsa would have returned to her hysterics if not for the steady breathing of the redhead.

The blonde rose from the bed to observe the girl unguarded. When awake, the redhead had been so full of life, but now Elsa could see how emaciated the poor girl's body was. The girl had a small frame to begin with, and all that was left of her was thin corded muscle and bones. The girl looked barely over 40 kilograms. This girl hadn't been fed properly for weeks and now she was expected to serve as some imprisoned whore for a noble, Princess Elsa of Arendelle, to be precise.

Elsa sighed as she walked away from the sight, pondering on the tradition of slavery. She was familiar with it enough, having witnessed most of upper class families owning at least one working slave. Owning a body slave was the true sign of wealth, and it wouldn't be surprising if the castle kept a small harem for the royal family. Except that her family didn't. As far as Elsa knew, her parents never kept a body slave, and her younger brother had the kingdom's female population wrapped around his sideburns. Then again, Elsa only knew this information from her more talkative private tutors.

Prince Hans did not entertain the many suggestions of those social-climbing floozies, but he was always polite in his rejections. He was still so young too, and Elsa had always pegged him as more of a thinker than a lover.

Elsa was only Hans senior by three years, but in this society, women peaked in the mid teens and only depreciated from there. If only Elsa had been normal, she could have staved off the degrading process of female aging with a royal marriage. But Elsa was Arendelle's best-kept secret.

This new body slave of Elsa's looked about Hans's age, but maybe the girl was younger. Elsa had heard that the lower echelon of society tended to age less gracefully, what with all the outdoors manual labor. The shock of receiving a gift intended to satisfy baser desires began to ebb, and Elsa allowed herself to drink in the sight of this girl.

Her body slave did not look like she belonged to the working class. Of course, Elsa had seen so little of the real world after the unspeakable incident, maybe she was being fooled by the intricate hair design and the finer clothing. But still, Elsa could not remember seeing a better specimen of the fairer sex in all those balls she was forced to attend as a girl. Among all the young maids in the castle and all the portraits of art contained within her beloved library, Elsa found this body slave to be more pleasing to the eye.

Her body was too thin at the moment, but it would certainly not offend once fleshed out. She had adorable freckles dusting the visible parts of her skin. The pale concealer made the girl's freckles stand out even more. In sleep, the girl's face was the portrait of sanguine. Upturned nose, cheeks, mouth, and relaxed brows. Her features came together perfectly, and Elsa wanted to frame this girl on the wall or immortalize her in a golden-paged book.

The girl's strawberry blonde hair looked so soft, too. Elsa felt the urge to reach out and touch it. After all, the girl was hers. Based on Elsa's expansive knowledge from reading a library of historical and current literature, body slaves were completely at the mercy of their masters. Elsa had heard of body slaves being beaten to death, used to death, death all around. Body slaves rarely lived past the age of 30.

Elsa's heart dropped at the thought of bringing about another untimely death, and she quickly withdrew her hand from the girl. She had conjured that ice explosion earlier and hurt the poor girl—thankfully not killing her. Elsa would have to conceal her powers. Still, having lost so much in life, especially as a royal princess, Elsa wanted this gift. She would treat her body slave with utmost care, just like she treated her most prized books. This body slave would be cared for, but she was most definitely Elsa's possession and nothing would take that from the Princess. Not even Elsa would ruin this for herself.

Now what was this body slave called? And now Elsa missed the fire of the girl's eyes. What color were they exactly? The jealous green of a scorned lover, or the central hottest part of a flame, that royal blue? If the colored flames were added together, would they be more powerful?

The girl shifted in her sleep, startling Elsa. In fact, the girl was moving a lot in her unconsciousness, ruining the lovely hairstyle. The red hair looked like a mane now, and Elsa had to stifle a laugh behind her hand.

The Princess decided to do some reading. She retrieved her current book from the nightstand, and took it to a cushioned love seat by the window.

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Anna awoke from the sound of whispering. She didn't know where she was at the moment, but it was comfortable. She couldn't make out what the whispering was about. Unheard by Anna—

"She hasn't risen yet, and I'm so frightened for her. I summoned a flurry by accident and it exploded in her face, pushing her to the ground. You see—no one should ever come near me!" Elsa said in worried, hushed tones.

Well, worse explosions could have happened in the girl's face, Gerda thought unsavory things to herself, having much more worldly experience than Elsa.

"Dearie, but you say she's breathing just fine. You're overreacting," said Gerda, a little less quietly than Elsa.

"I am not!"

"And when you overreact, you lose control over your powers."

"And hurt people!"

"Not really."

"Don't lie to me, Gerda. What about m—"

"You didn't kill her, Elsa. It was an accident," Gerda said sternly, leaving no room for argument. Elsa looked miserable and unconvinced. Gerda softened her tone. "You have never hurt anyone with your powers, dearie. You can't be afraid to let others in. You can't be afraid of touch, or else you'll never learn to control your powers." Gerda looked over at Anna who had not moved yet and was still getting her bearings.

"Practice control on her. She is yours and must obey you." Gerda wasn't exactly being cruel, but she had Elsa's interests in mind over anything else. She loved the young woman deeply and seen her charge suffer enough over the years. Besides, Gerda knew deep in her heart, Anna would only endure some cuts and bruises from Elsa's powers, at most, some mild frostbite. After all, Gerda had never been harmed. And Anna could have fallen into the hands of some very uncouth men, pooling the costs of her ownership, and then violently taking her repeatedly. Elsa might certainly possess the power to massacre the entire kingdom, but Elsa had a most noble heart, inside and out.

"Take off your gloves," Gerda pulled the gloves away from Elsa at the blonde's annoyed protests, "—and grow comfortable with touching. You know you miss it," Gerda gently took hold of Elsa's uncovered hands.

Gerda smirked lasciviously, also meaning that Elsa should really touch Anna when she was ready. Gerda was rooting for Elsa, the poor closeted princess. As if Elsa's life wasn't wretched enough. The middle-aged woman only hoped Anna could appreciate the advances. But goodness, who wouldn't want Princess Elsa? Arendelle's best-kept secret, indeed.

"Give me my gloves!" Elsa whined petulantly and loudly enough that Anna overhead this time.

The redhead rose to a sitting position, spitting a strand of hair from her mouth. She looked like she was ready to fall back asleep, even while sitting up, but Elsa's gasp brought her out of slumber again. She stretched her arms and back, rubbing at her eyes, still not opening them yet. She smacked her mouth to get the taste of hair out of her mouth.

Elsa momentarily forgot her bare hands as she glided over to Anna.

Anna felt two small hands grip her shoulders, and she opened her eyes to the best sight ever. Princess Elsa. Anna was drowning in those milky-way blue eyes as she barely registered—

"Are you hurt anywhere!?" Elsa asked worriedly. The blonde's eyes scanned closely for any wounds on the redhead's face. Finding none, Elsa suddenly realized her uncovered hands were initiating contact with another person, and she removed them in a hurry. She looked at her palms in wonder and then at Anna, surprised at how no ice had appeared.

"Ha. This is awkward," Anna said spaced out, still adjusting to being awake and recognizing her servile role. "Not you're awkward, but just because we're—I'm awkward. You're gorgeous," Anna froze from her rambling. "Wait, what?"

"She must be delirious. I think she's hungry. Gerda, was that supper you brought in?" Elsa asked over her shoulder.

"Ah, yes dearie." Gerda brought over the large tray of food and set it on the floor beside the two girls.

Elsa grabbed a spoon and dipped it into the bowl of stew before bringing it in front of Anna's mouth. Elsa and Gerda looked at Anna expectantly.

The haze clearing away, it suddenly clicked in Anna's head that she was a body slave, and the stares and spoon in front of her mouth were like a direct order to eat. Having eaten only two carrots and two pieces of moldy bread the past week, it was not hard to obey this request. She opened her mouth, and Elsa gingerly put the spoonful in her mouth.

Anna's eyes closed in ecstasy. How wonderfully spiced! And there were cooked veggies and…meat! She hadn't had a piece of meat in two months! In fact, meat was expensive to purchase and prepare, so she only really ate it every few weeks at the orphanage.

Gerda smiled at this exchange and excused herself from the room.

Elsa, pleased with Anna's reaction, dipped another spoonful and brought it to the girl's mouth again. Anna gladly took the spoon in her mouth, moaning in pleasure this time. Elsa blushed at this noise, perplexed as to why experiencing another's joy was making her slightly uncomfortable. Was she envious of the girl for some reason?

As Elsa kept feeding the malnourished girl, Elsa realized that if she were indeed envious, she was envious of the food. She suddenly thought it would be better if the girl's mouth were on her instead of the food. She then imagined the girl nibbling at her hands, and Elsa chuckled at the absurd thought. It did nothing to lessen her blush or fascination with the girl's pretty mouth. It was never attractive watching the guards eat, mouths opened as they chewed loudly, bits of food flying south. She would sometimes see them eating near the kitchens when she dressed incognito as a common maid. They would stare at her, open-mouthed and clueless, as she walked by.

No, those mouths were most definitely not pretty. But this girl's mouth…Elsa felt another sudden desire to eat simultaneously with the girl, putting her own mouth against the girl's mouth to steal a bite of the cloudberries. Would they taste better that way?

When the pace of Anna's chewing had slowed, and she had swallowed a mouthful, Elsa asked gently—

"Do you feel better?"

Anna jumped up in shock from the question, but she answered in a yelp—"Y-yes, Princess!" Elsa's voice was turning Anna into a puddle, and Anna didn't know how to receive the concern.

"How shall I address you from now on?"

"I-I go by Anna."

"Anna," Elsa smiled as she tried the name out, "—I apologize if I hurt you earlier."

"No, you didn't hurt me at all, Princess!" Anna affirmed with emphatic shakes of her head.

"Is that so?" Elsa asked out to the air, skeptical of the response. The blonde could only believe her powers were a weapon.

Anna's eyes skimmed the platter, and her hand reached out to grab food for herself. Elsa caught this and decided to practice as Gerda had recommended. She took hold of Anna's hand and pushed it back towards the girl's body. No ice—amazing!

"I want to feed you," Elsa said with a matter-of-fact tone. It was fun for Elsa, never having doted on someone before.

Anna yelped and nodded. The redhead would have put up a fight with just about anyone else, but she found herself wanting to please Elsa. Maybe Anna was easy—show the ginger a little kindness, and she would do anything for you. Maybe Elsa had the effect of taming the wild Anna. Anna really liked the feeling of Elsa's spindly hands on her anyway.

Elsa grabbed an orange cloudberry with her fingers and brought it to Anna's mouth. The blonde convinced herself that this was excellent practice, but she really just wanted to touch the redhead's mouth.

Since the cloudberry was so small—Elsa was not holding it in a way that Anna could just bite it out of her grasp—Anna had to partially take Elsa's fingers in her mouth. Anna's tongue swept up the fruit, sliding along Elsa's fingers. Elsa felt a stir in her stomach as she pulled her fingers back, brushing against Anna's moist lips on their way out.

Her fingers coated with the cloudberry juices, Elsa experimentally brought her fingers to her own lips and licked at them. This action made Anna nearly choke on the fruit.

"Oh, it's very sweet," Elsa said, an amorous quality to her voice that made the newfound tension between them thick.

"Yes…" Anna uttered breathily.

Anna wanted to repeat her words from earlier. This was awkward, and her mistress was undisputedly gorgeous. Though, Anna was only fed like this when she was bedridden. Sure, she would feed babies and toddlers at the orphanage like this. But hand-feeding? This felt a little more intimate than what happened between a helpless child and a caretaker.

"Are you well enough to stand?" Elsa rose from the ground with the tray. "I prefer to take my meal at the table."

"O-of course!" Anna hopped to her feet. She had to stop being so jittery around the Princess. It might annoy her mistress, and Anna would be punished.

Elsa brought the tray to her small dining table, perfect for two, near the front of her room. Elsa sat down and gestured for Anna to take the seat from across her.

It was Anna's turn to observe Elsa pick at her food. The Princess ate slowly and delicately, so well-mannered that Anna was relieved she was handfed rather than horrifying the blonde with her boorish dining etiquette. Eating had always been a race between herself and the other orphans over who could grab the most food before the supply ran out. There was no time or luxury to savor the food or divert one's attention to anything but the food.

Yet now, Anna was enraptured. She still could not get over how stunning the blonde was. Kristoff had mentioned some people calling the Princess a witch, and Anna wondered if Elsa was using magic to enhance her looks. Was Anna under some spell? Maybe Elsa cast an illusion where Anna believed she was content with her situation when really Anna was being mistreated. But it would still be better than facing a cruel reality, so casting an illusory spell would be a small form of kindness. And what a spell. Anna felt happy just looking at Elsa. Plans of escape were at the back of her mind.

Elsa took a moment to peer at Anna, the redhead's eyes following her, glazed over.

"Are you still hungry?" Elsa asked.

Anna shook out of her daze when a speared piece of Cornish hen was placed before her mouth. It was the same eating utensil Elsa had been using, and Anna blushed at the thought of having the same utensil in her mouth as Elsa. Anna took the bite gratefully, not hungry anymore, but never one to say "no" to food. Anna was ready to spit the chicken back out when she saw Elsa feed herself with the same fork. Germs and sexually transmitted diseases were not known to man yet. Luckily for the both of them, especially Elsa given Anna's past few months, neither was plagued with anything more than a weak strain of virus that would never manifest itself in their bodies as a common cold.

Despite the lack of medical knowledge, it was unusual for the upper classes to take their meals with peasants, much less, use the same utensils. In fact, though Gerda had provided them with two sets of utensils, Elsa went back and forth from feeding herself to feeding an embarrassed Anna.

Elsa had eaten enough. During the course of trading bites, Anna had noticed two chocolate truffles tempting her on a small dish in the corner. Anna was only treated with chocolate once a year around Christmastime, and this past season she had been locked in a slave cell. Elsa's mind appeared to be somewhere else as the blonde stared off into the distance, and Anna took the chance. Unable to fight her impulses, Anna shot her hand out for the two truffles—I wanna stuff some chocolate in my face!—and plopped both into her mouth.

She was not subtle at all in her movements because Elsa was staring directly at her full cheeks. The truffles were so big that Anna couldn't even begin to chew them, opting to let them melt in her mouth. Elsa did not look pleased.

"Slave," Elsa said condescendingly, "—those are my chocolates!" The blonde looked ready to strangle the foolish Anna.

"Ff-wowee," Anna tried to apologize. She really wasn't though. Some survival eating habits were hard to kick.

Elsa lost her cool as she quickly rose from her seat to march over to Anna and grab the silly girl's cheeks. The blonde squeezed both sides of Anna's cheeks until one of the saliva-covered truffles popped out of Anna's small mouth. Elsa caught it with her own mouth, nearly causing the struggling Anna to choke on the one truffle still in her mouth.

Though Elsa had retrieved one truffle back—sucking it in vindication—both of her hands were still punishing Anna's cheeks, attempting to squeeze the other truffle out. A sitting Anna placed her hands defensively on Elsa's hips, mildly acknowledging she was in the wrong. A bigger part of Anna acknowledged how wonderful it was to feel the Princess's hips and flat stomach through the thin fabric of her gown. Feisty Anna would have knocked the fingers away from her cheeks, but a feistier Anna kneaded into Elsa's flesh as the blonde became more forceful with her fingers.

A fierce moan escaped Elsa's throat as she unconsciously leaned her body and face closer to the devilish Anna. Elsa's gown began to hitch up her pale calves and thighs as she tried to gain more leverage over Anna as she nearly straddled the girl. This forward movement caused Anna's hands to slip from Elsa's waist to her firm bottom. Anna's hands cupped gloriously around Elsa's bottom as half of her fingers were trapped between her owns thighs and a now seated Elsa.

Anna felt dizzy with euphoria. She was palming the bottom cheeks of a goddess who was straddling her lap and now waist. The Princess's elbows were tucked snugly between their two breasts. The sharp pinching of her cheeks contrasted nicely with the other pleasurable sensations. Plus, Elsa's pouty cheeks and furious arctic eyes were exciting Anna even more. To top it all off, it was the best tasting chocolate—ever.

If the girls were aware of what their feelings meant, if Anna were not in a subservient role, if Elsa could control her powers—the large tray of food would have been knocked over and the girls would have jumped one another like bunnies on the table. But they weren't there yet.

Their faces were but centimeters apart, angry puffs of air hitting their faces. They looked like they were going to kiss. Elsa was about ready to pry Anna's lips open with her own mouth when—

"Goodness girls, that was fast." Gerda stood wide-eyed at the doorway.

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