Disclaimer: I do not own Frozen. Guest: I do not know and certainly do not own Jean-Jacques Rousseau ;)
Sorry about the slow update! Work and life are not permitting me much time. I'll just have to update when I can =/
I will make the two have questionably racy moments, but I assure you, this is a slow-burn romance. I'm glad a couple of you enjoyed the cluster-fun of sex and humour. Had this ex who hated me when I would start laughing at inopportune times. Not sure why—she had a BIG dick. Right, I just threw up in my mouth. No secret girl-peni (roll the "n" instead of finishing the word) in my story. Not discriminating against intersex individuals. Peni is just not my cup of tea. To each her own!
I know nothing about 1800s plumbing, so humour me.
Chapter IV
Elsa's hands fell away from Anna's sore cheeks, and she threw them dramatically in the air.
"Gerda, this slave stole my chocolate without my permission!" Elsa pushed the melted truffle to the side of her mouth, managing to sound very articulate.
Elsa was still unabashedly perched on Anna's lap, her long legs circling the redhead's slim waist and the chair's back. She placed her hands on Anna's shoulder for balance. Elsa certainly looked like she owned the girl, practically claiming her. Anna's head was hiding in Elsa's generous bosom, munching happily at her truffle, fingers continuing to undulate against Elsa's rear like a satisfied housecat. A thick coil settled in Elsa's stomach without her knowing why, and the Princess pressed her warm center flush against Anna's stomach. Her spine arched slightly at the contact.
"So you decided to punish her by crushing her with your impressive weight?" Gerda questioned sardonically, eyeing this overtly sexual display.
Elsa smoothly slid off of Anna's lap, looking unbothered and even quite proud in a childish sort of way. She had nothing to be ashamed of. Anna was her possession, and Gerda had even told her to practice touching without releasing magic.
"You know it's my favorite delicacy," Elsa said matter-of-factly. The lump of chocolate in her cheek was growing smaller, melting in her mouth. Anna nodded along vigorously, eyes closed and so very content.
"I think the chocolate has competition," Gerda couldn't help herself. She traversed the room to retrieve the large tray. Most of the food had been eaten. She was pleased with their healthy appetites. In more ways than one, Gerda smirked.
"Perhaps father should return her for a better one. She doesn't follow orders well," Elsa snobbishly canted her head towards the oblivious redhead.
"And what do you have to say for yourself, Anna?" Gerda directed at the redhead.
Anna swallowed the remains of the craft truffles and smacked her mouth in delight. Her turquoise eyes fluttered open, and she had a stupid grin on her face. Merry Christmas to Anna!
"Well…" Gerda prodded.
"Oh!" They had Anna's attention now. The redhead pumped both of her fists with a deranged victorious expression on her face. "Totally worth it!"
Gerda chuckled as Elsa scowled at the rambunctious redhead.
"You girls play nice now," Gerda held the bused tray and shut the door behind her, leaving just the two young women. The seasoned maid was going to let the two young women work it out themselves; for heaven's sake, they weren't children anymore, right?
"You."
"Hi me? Oh. Um. Hi."
The tone of the Princess's voice told Anna she was in trouble. Kai would sometimes use that tone with her. Anna sheepishly brushed strands of hair behind her ear. She only then realized the intricate bun had come loose when she was napping. For all her 18 years, Anna did not feel a day over six.
Elsa briskly approached Anna and grabbed the girl by her wrist. Anna hissed in pain from an old cut. Elsa noticed the hiss, but she did not relent, needing to show Anna her place in this flex arrangement. The blonde also didn't realize how damaged Anna's skin was.
"You need a bath."
"A bath!? I already had one today!" Anna shrieked. The girl had never bathed more than twice in one week. Before today, she had never even bathed indoors!
"First, your arms are caked in concealer," Elsa shook Anna's limb for show. "Second, you've been rolling around my floor for two hours."
"But I'll just go back to rolling on your floor when I go to sleep tonight," Anna argued, not liking the idea of scrubbing at her raw body again.
"Nonsense. My bed is big enough for five of me," Elsa said, silencing Anna. Elsa thought nothing of it, having read about dogs joining their owners to bed.
Poor Anna's chocolate high came crashing down. Tonight was it. Anna was going to be taken by this painfully beautiful girl. She tried to reason that Princess Elsa was probably the unimaginably best choice of assaulters in the land, but Anna hated the idea of being forced. She was not going to have her fairytale. What about that beautiful stranger, tall and fair? She supposed Elsa was a little taller than her, but wasn't lovemaking supposed to be magical, sophisticated grace? Okay, okay, Princess Elsa is the epitome of sophisticated grace, but where's the magic? There's no such thing as magic.
The Princess dragged Anna to her private bathroom, and Anna gawked in wonder, mind already moving on to all the gilded furnishings and smooth stone floor and walls. There was enough gold in this bathroom to feed the whole kingdom for a season. If Anna were a more calculating individual, she would have been bitter. Instead, her eyes squinted at a large bowl with a lid on it and a back like a chair.
"What's that?" Anna pointed at the gilded chair bowl.
"A toilet."
"Come again?" Anna asked, unfamiliar with the device. "Chair bowl" made much more sense.
"A toilet—you lift the lid and…relieve yourself," Elsa said politely.
"You crap inside!?"
Elsa, feeling dirtied, let go of Anna's wrist at her crude way of speaking.
"There is a chalice on the sink basin that you fill with water to cleanse yourself. When done with your business, you push that handle down, releasing water that flushes down the drain."
"Whoa. Can you demonstrate?" Anna blurted out.
"Absolutely not," Elsa said, balking at the impropriety. "However, do you need to relieve yourself before your bath?"
"Kind of."
"Big or small?" Elsa asked, slightly uncomfortable.
"Definitely not a big. I mean, I've only eaten grimy bread for weeks until now, and that poison emptied me out good yesterday. At least that wicked trader took us out to the forest to crap instead of soiling our miserable little ce—"
"Anna please, do your business then. Here's a full chalice of cleansing water, and I'll step out to give you some privacy." Elsa went back to her bedchamber, not having the constitution for Anna's ramblings on indigestion. Anna stared hard at the toilet.
"Ok Anna," Anna nervously jumped back and forth on the balls of her feet, "—I can do this. I'm ready to go! I was BORN ready!" She lifted the lid and her petticoats. She sat down on the cold seat with determined brows and relieved herself. Remembering her mistress's advice, she doused herself thoroughly with the water and pushed the handle down. A satisfying swirl of water flushed down the bowl, and Anna closed the lid. She grinned at her accomplishment and the incredible device.
While readjusting her petticoats, Elsa slipped back into the bathroom.
"No need to do that." Elsa took command of the situation and grabbed hold of Anna's petticoats. Anna eyed her mistress warily.
In one smooth motion, Elsa lifted the green dress over Anna's head and threw it to the dirty linens basket. Anna was left in only lower-body undergarments. Her arms immediately came up to cover her modest-sized chest.
Elsa didn't even notice as she went to the large golden tub to turn on the tap. Feeling the water, she finally stood to full height and looked over at a humiliated Anna. Elsa didn't understand the girl's discomfort, especially when the underwear fit her form so flatteringly. She was especially intrigued by the girl's toned abdominals, matching so well with her sinewy limbs.
"Anna, what's the matter? We're both women, and I understand women often share public baths. Look now, I'll shed my gown as well."
And Elsa did not disappoint. Elsa lifted her gown over her head and tossed the outerwear to the basket. The Princess's undergarments covered both top and bottom but were certainly more transparent than Anna's. Anna could clearly see the full swell of her mistress's breasts and the darker colored nipples poking through. The cleansing water was not the only source of wetness in Anna's underwear.
Anna didn't know why this was all so much more uncomfortable than her earlier bath. Anna usually liked attention, but this was different. She wasn't quite sure if it was a good different. Anna wasn't usually this exposed. Earlier today with the many maids, they had been rough and dutiful. Elsa seemed to act more on whim than on duty, given her secluded life from the rest of the castle. Elsa wasn't rough at all. If anything, Elsa had been tender with Anna, more in actions than in words. Even Elsa's sometimes-harsh words held more bark than bite.
Elsa stood confidently in her undergarments, genuinely believing this situation was normal between women.
Anna began to feel steam rising from the tub.
"I-is the water hot?"
"Yes, it should be comfortable."
"How is that possible? I mean…that you have hot, running water?" Anna had never experienced such advanced luxury.
"That's a wonderful query! You see—the castle has a few wells drawing from the freshwater resources." Elsa's eyes lit up so brightly. She was clearly learned and overjoyed to lecture on the topic. She never had anyone to listen to her but Gerda.
"What do you mean by 'fresh' water?" Anna asked innocently.
"Water from the adjacent lakes, river, and aquifer as opposed to brackish water from the fjord. As you may well know, Arendelle is rich with water resources! The servants on the first floor further purify this water by boiling it. This hot water is reserved for royal baths and meals. The rest of the water cools down naturally and is stored for other uses such as domestic activities or irrigation."
Anna found herself loosening up. She didn't understand all the terms Elsa was using, but that didn't bother her. Loving to read often equated to loving to listen to a knowledgeable person, and Elsa's voice was like rich butter. Anna slowly let her arms fall to her sides, and Elsa's gaze immediately fell on Anna's breasts. Elsa did not even attempt to hide her overt appraisal.
"The bath is ready," Elsa said, turning off the tap.
The blonde's eyes continued to appreciate Anna's assets as she approached the younger girl. Elsa carefully placed her thumbs on the inside of Anna's fitted undergarment, kneeling and pulling them down much more slowly than she had with the dress. It felt deliberate and teasing, and Anna shivered as she felt her mistress's knuckles glide down her outer thighs. Elsa stopped mid-thigh when she had uncovered Anna's maidenhood, catching whiff of Anna's bodily scent. Elsa made a funny strangled noise as she stopped breathing. Anna's nether-regions were burning, so she clenched her legs together in order to slightly ease the overpowering sensation.
Elsa quickly pulled the garment down the remainder of Anna's legs. She guided Anna to the bath, and Anna released a long breath as she entered the most perfect feeling water. The water was so pure and transparent and yes, it was still easy to see all of Anna's girl parts. At least the moving water distorted some of her body.
Elsa retrieved a soft sponge, applying some rosewater soap to it.
"Y-you can't bathe me!" Anna sputtered, sloshing the water around the large tub. "It's not right. Can't you call some maids to do this?"
"You are my slave, so I will wash you myself," Elsa said coldly. The truth was, the largely ignored Princess had only Gerda at her beck and call, and the middle-aged woman had several duties around the castle. "Dip your head back to wet your hair," Elsa commanded.
Anna didn't feel like fighting in such a vulnerable position, so she obeyed and dipped her head back. This caused her nipples to poke out of the water briefly, and Elsa watched intently. Elsa believed the only purpose of breasts was to feed newborns. Now the sheltered Princess wondered if breasts were meant to be touched, pulled, squeezed. Anna's breasts were very perky and practically begged to be tended.
Even so, Elsa was nothing if not methodical. Always wash from top-down, starting with the hair. She poured some aromatic oil into the palm of her hand and began to evenly distribute it into Anna's scalp.
Anna's eyes rolled to the back of her head at Elsa's ministrations. The washing felt more like a wonderful massage to Anna. The sensation ended all too quickly when Elsa lifted her right arm and brought the sponge down on Anna's forearm. After just one firm scrub, Anna reflexively backed into the farthest corner of the tub away from Elsa. The redhead cursed at her nerves, knowing she had bitten the hand that fed one too many times this evening. She awaited her punishment.
Elsa fixated on the streak of Anna's skin that had been scrubbed clean by the sponge. Anna's forearm contained more angry red and black than naturally pale skin. The traders tortured her. Elsa had believed the concealer had been an attempt by the maids to make Anna's skin appear lighter—less tan like a common farmhand—in order to please her. But Anna's skin was already fair, and now very ruined by cruel traders. The redhead's charming freckles were lost in the glaring ugliness of the cuts and bruises. It made Elsa sick with anger. Anna was her gift! Others weren't allowed to damage or touch this girl without her permission, which she would never give.
"Anna," Elsa indicated sternly for Anna to come closer so that the Princess could finish the task. Anna came closer, and Elsa began to rub the sponge cautiously along the girl's body. Any time Anna's breathing so much as changed, Elsa would pause and scrub at a slower pace in the wounded area. Of course for certain areas of Anna's body, this only made her breathing more uneven.
Anna registered what was happening. The Princess was doing it again—she was being so very tender with Anna. The redhead didn't know how to accept it. What was a soft touch to a motherless child? Of all the firsts that took place today, this occurrence was too much for the girl. Anna didn't know what gentleness was. Only one person loved—had loved—Anna her entire life, and it was an older, kind gentleman. She was his first orphan, and he treated her like the daughter he never had. But never did they share physical affection! Anna couldn't comprehend tender strokes. She could trade blows with the toughest scoundrels, but now when the touches were caresses, meant to heal instead of harm, Anna yearned for a maternal figure that was never there.
Elsa stiffened at the sudden streams of tears that fell down Anna's face.
"Anna, wha—?"
"Chocolate," Anna said through her sobs, not even understanding her own words. "I only get chocolate on Christmas, but I was in a cell thi-this last Christmas! So I took yours. And you're not mad at me anymore. Earlier, you thought you hurt me, but you didn't, but you still felt bad. Now you're bathing me—me! Those maids scrubbed me much worse, but I disrespected you. I'm sorry. But you're not mad at me! Yo-you're supposed to be the evilest of them all. Yet…you scrub me like I'm actually worth something…" Anna let the words fall out incoherently. Elsa comprehended very little.
"I'll ask Gerda to bring more chocolate next time," Elsa offered placatingly, not really sure of the other words Anna had said in a rush.
Anna nodded. They were both so awkward: Anna with her words, and Elsa with her actions.
Anna absentmindedly took hold of Elsa's hand, the forgotten sponge dropping to the bottom of the tub. The redhead used both hands to hold Elsa's hand, and she brought it to rest atop her chest. She held the hand like a security blanket as the tears slowed down.
Elsa looked at her clutched hand in mild horror, wondering why anyone would ever want to hold or find comfort in such a cursed hand. But she allowed her hand to stay captive. To know that her hand could bring peace to the girl also brought a sense of fulfillment in Elsa. She felt needed.
If Elsa were one to cry—some people just couldn't cry as easily as others—she would have been crying alongside with Anna.
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