Disclaimer: I do not own Frozen.
Anon: I guess I never thought about my story meriting an "M" rating unless I wrote graphic sex, and then I started thinking to myself, well golly, I want them to do the dirty at some point in the story. So, I will change the rating once I release the consummation chapter.
Kind of overdid the italicized inner-monologues. Also threw in a non-Disney song. It's an oldie, but a goodie. That describes yours truly, too—the first-world angst of a recent grad in corporate clutches.
Chapter V
After Anna had calmed down from her breakdown, Elsa had resumed scrubbing the rest of the redhead's body. The redhead stepped out of the tub quite pruned, and the Princess gently patted the girl dry with a towel.
"Do you need me to bathe you n—?" Anna tried.
"—No, you may leave now." Elsa stared Anna down until the redhead exited the bathroom. Only then did Elsa draw a new bath and discard her undergarments.
Anna hovered awkwardly over the lush carpet in her mistress's bedroom. Naturally, Anna would have seated herself on the floor, but the Princess had informed her that such an act was dirty. Anna huffed as she took a seat on the cushioned love seat by the triangular window. The poor girl could not find a comfortable position to sit in because well, she was still naked. Her mistress had not provided her with any attire after the bath, and Anna knew better than to go searching a princess's wardrobe.
Anna wondered if this was intentional on her mistress's part. Would her mistress just pop out of the bathroom and suddenly want Anna's body now that she was all cleaned up? Her mistress certainly came across as moody—not that Anna should be labeling because she had just cried hysterically during her bath.
Anna squirmed to not have any of her nether regions rubbing against the cushions. Anna wrapped the body towel around herself in a tube for modesty, not being used to having a towel just for drying. Unless this was her new attire. She looked at her towel-clad reflection in the window and blushed. This was far too scandalous and impractical to be clothing. She sat back down keeping her arms close to her body. Anna gazed out the window, a lovely, but lonely view of a garden, forest, and lake bathed in moonlight.
Not long after, Elsa entered the bedroom, and Anna sat a little straighter on the seat. Elsa was wearing a simple light-blue sleeping gown, and the Princess even managed to make that look elegant. In the blonde's hands were a jar and small towel.
"Anna, go to my bed and remove your towel," said Elsa.
Anna froze on the cushioned seat. This was not a command she would willingly obey. Though her mistress had been nothing short of perfect, Anna would put up the biggest fight before being taken against her will.
Elsa placed the jar and towel at the foot of her bed and climbed aboard. Her legs were strewn gracefully to her side as she looked pointedly at an unmoving Anna.
"Did you not hear me?" It seemed Elsa stopped using the redhead's name when she was displeased, and then she would substitute the "slave" moniker when she was most angered.
"I-what are you going to do to me?" Anna held the towel tightly to herself.
"I need to dress your wounds," Elsa rolled her eyes and flourished her hand at the items in front of her. The blonde didn't understand why she was being questioned, why the redhead was being so skittish.
Anna wasn't sure if that was code for having sex, but she grudgingly lifted herself off the seat. She walked stiltedly as her arms were glued to the sides of her body. Just half an hour ago she was naked before Elsa, but now she couldn't bear to be naked on her mistress's bed. A naïve Anna didn't think a slave owner would take a slave in a bathroom, a room that have existed in Anna's mind before today. At any rate, if the Princess tried any funny business, Anna would only partially regret disfiguring the royal's face. No, the gods would curse you to eternal damnation for ruining their most beautiful creation. Okay fine!—I'll just push her away, won't even leave a mark on her stupid, pretty face—
"It would be easier to climb my bed if you removed your towel," said the stupid, pretty face.
The redhead was attempting to roll onto the bed without the towel coming loose, but the bed was a little too high, like Olympic high-jump high. With that in mind, Anna took the jump and flopped onto the bed like a dying caterpillar. It was all for naught as Elsa fluidly towered over a downed Anna and lifted the towel from the redhead's body.
Kick her in the face. Kick her in the face. Oh gods, that feels soooo good. Elsa had wasted no time in first applying the jar's contents on Anna's most angry wounds.
"Wh-what is that?" Anna exhaled.
"Ointment. It's meant to be soothing and heal your wounds more quickly. It should also help with the rash on your…hand." Elsa patently avoided saying "brand." She also did not look up, meticulously applying the salve to any discoloring of the redhead's skin.
Anna felt useless as she lied on her back, head and upper inclined by the many pillows atop her mistress's covers. She watched as her mistress continued to apply the ointment carefully over her wounds, and Anna had the strange urge to reach up and pull on her mistress's head. To lose her hands in that sheet of blonde hair and pull that pretty head down to her. That infernal wetness pooled again between Anna's legs, and she vaguely knew what it was.
Back at the orphanage, Anna received her sexual education from a younger orphan. Rapunzel had told Anna too often about her excursions with Eugene. The younger girl had even giggled into Anna's ears that she liked to call Eugene "Flynn Rider" during their excursions. Anna did not want to know such secrets, but they stayed with her anyway.
Even if Anna knew what her wetness meant, it did not mean she had to admit that it had anything to do with the gorgeous blonde above her.
Elsa had been struggling with some of the smaller cuts, the applying towel proving to be unwieldy. She kept missing her intended target, and it frustrated her so that she abandoned the towel in haste in favor of using her own hands. She dabbed some of the salve on her finger, and slid it along a small cut on Anna's inner thigh.
"Aahhhh," Anna mewled at the sensation. The girl was completely disarmed by the wonderful touch.
Anna's provocative reaction caused Elsa to hyperextend the hand she was using, and she accidentally released some of her magic with the salve. The ice and ointment pricked at Anna's skin, and the redhead's eyes snapped open in surprise from the sudden coldness.
Both girls looked down at Anna's thigh and joined hip to find that no cut or bruise remained. The skin looked pure and unadulterated amidst the rest of Anna's beaten body.
"How did yo—?"
Elsa threw the discarded towel over Anna's legs, the body towel she had authoritatively removed before.
"I-I think that's well enough for now," Elsa said, her poised and deliberate way of speaking gone. She raced off the bed into her wardrobe, another room that connected to the bedchamber. She quickly—to the point that Anna could only gawk—returned with a seafoam gown.
"This should do. I wore this when I was fifteen and about your height or so—" and Elsa practically shoved the gown over Anna's head, helping a flustered Anna with the sleeves, before pulling the gown down to Anna's dainty ankles.
"Princess Elsa—" Anna tried.
"We will retire. It's been a long day, no?" Elsa placed the jar and towels on her nightstand. She pulled at the top of the covers, signaling for Anna to sit up and get under them. Elsa left the bed to extinguish the lamps around the room before reaching the final lamp at the nightstand. Only then did she allow her eyes to connect with Anna's questioning ones. Elsa's soft blues looked pained. The blonde put out the last light and climbed under her thick sheets.
Anna noticed how her mistress stayed at the very edge of the bed, back facing the redhead. Anna sighed—two parts relief, three parts worried frustration—as she sunk under the covers. Her mistress would not be touching her tonight. Anna nearly wanted to start a fight, not out of defense, but purely out of a need to provoke the allusive Princess.
Anna told herself to count her blessings and face opposite her mistress, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. She wanted to stare at her keeper. She wanted to gaze as the moonlight made the platinum blonde hair glow silver. Anna wondered if light became happier around such a being as the Princess that it danced joyfully in waves and all directions? Anna wanted to reach over and stroke that hair, that tense spine, that tormented spirit. What drove the Princess? What bothered her? Why was the kingdom's talk of her so controversial?
Part of the puzzle was on Anna. She delved under her gown, sliding her hand up the damaged skin of her calf. When she reached a couple of inches above her kneecap, she slowed her pace. Her left thigh and hip were completely smooth like a babe's rump. If the room had not been shrouded in dark, Anna would have looked under her gown to find that area of her skin had completely healed.
…
Elsa awoke to a foreign sensation of warmth. After so many years, it was startling yet comforting. Those that knew of her powers seemed to think that the cold never bothered her. It was an oversimplification of the fact that Elsa would not grow weak or sick from the cold like normal people, but Elsa could still very well feel the cold. It was somewhat analogous to the idea of an immortal creature such as the vampire. A vampire could not be killed with knives or bullet-wounds, but he would still experience pain like any normal human being. Elsa could still cry from frostbite, but she would never lose any limbs as a result.
And so when Elsa woke to a warmth that surrounded her, her eyes flew open. One of her hands was in the grasp of her assailant, and she turned around in fear of not that she had been attacked in her sleep, but that she had possibly frozen the predator to an untimely death. She turned around in the arms and tangled legs of her new body slave, the girl whose aura was as fiery as her hair. The girl's hair was in a wild mess again, and the strawberry blonde looked entirely content in her sleep. It seemed none of Elsa's magic had surfaced. She heaved a sigh of relief. Elsa turned back to her original position, allowing Anna to continue spooning her from behind. Anna slept like a rock, and the dead weight of her unconsciousness anchored Elsa in her arms. It is not uncomfortable. Yes, even in her thoughts, Elsa spoke deliberately, seldom taking a vulnerable stance. Admitting she liked something—someone—was vulnerable.
Still dead to the world, Anna snuggled even closer to Elsa, her face burying into the nape of the Princess's neck. Elsa gasped into her non-captive hand, her body slave's breath hot against her skin. Elsa's accelerated heartbeat slowed to move in time with Anna's light snoring. The redhead's rhythmic breathing was soothing to a deprived and forgotten princess, and Elsa shortly fell back to sleep. Her last thought was a mantra, the heat never bothered me anyway.
...
When Anna stumbled into consciousness, she noticed the scent more than the warmth. Whatever she was smelling, it made her hungry. It was a pure and fragrant scent with just a hint of savory. It was like no food she had ever smelled, but it made her mouth and body burn with need. Her body curled more tightly around the source, and her tongue slipped out reflexively to taste. Anna's tongue drew oh-so-slowly along the heavenly nape of Elsa. It was smooth, less fuzzy than a peach. Is it a peach? The divine taste—truthfully it was more pheromonal than traditionally flavorful—drove Anna to suck on the skin. Her lips wanted more of this "peach," and her legs clenched possessively over the source.
"Anna?" Elsa whispered, petrified.
Anna's eyes sprung open, and she detached her lips with a wet "plop." Panic overtook her as she attempted to remove her body from her mistress, but their limbs were so wonderfully—no, revoltingly!—tangled. Keeping calm would have helped, too. Eventually she gave up in lament.
"Sorry...I thought you were a peach," Anna admitted sheepishly.
"A peach?" Elsa said breathily.
"Yeah, 'cause I was thinking 'what is that smell?' and so I tasted. Your skin was really smooth and it tasted like—" Sex. "—different. A good different." What in lutefisk does "sex" taste like!? It's her. It's this beautiful, evil woman's magic over me! "I'm also sorry that I'm...holding you like this."
Anna looked behind her to find that in her sleep she had crossed the expanse of the bed to cuddle behind her mistress. She groaned. Anna had committed the very act she feared her owner would perpetrate.
"It is not…unpleasant," Elsa said, careful as always.
A goofy grin settled on Anna's face, and she dreamily sighed at the pleasure and recurring rightness she felt holding Elsa.
As would happen time and time again, Gerda walked into the room. It wasn't exactly inopportune, because intimate acts between the girls would become more common than not. Of course, they would keel over before admitting the meaning of their affections.
"Princess Elsa, you're still asleep at this time?" Gerda asked, eyebrow rising at how the two girls were using only a fourth of the bed.
The girls fumbled around embarrassingly once more, the moment gone. Elsa had not slept so well since her mother had passed.
…
The first week in Elsa's chambers went by peacefully enough. Gerda would bring in their meals and new reading material for Elsa. Elsa would read. And Anna would distract the blonde. One of their first interactions went something along the lines of this:
"Do you want to build a fortress?"
Elsa heard Anna, but chose to ignore her. She was reaching the climax of her book, and Anna's words didn't make sense. Building a fortress would require so many materials and labor, and Elsa wasn't fond of war.
"Come on let's go and play~ You have so many sheets and rugs—let's have some fun. Stop reading for a daaaayy—"
"Why are you singing instead of speaking normally?" The vein in the middle of Elsa's forehead was popping out. She was not getting anywhere with her story.
"Because everyone loves music, and life should be a never-ending song!"
"I cannot say having very little exposure to music," Elsa said dismissively.
"We only have each other—in this empty room. What are we going to dooo? Do you want to build a fortress? It doesn't have to be a fortress~" Anna crooned.
"Be quiet, Anna."
"Okay bye~" Anna sang dejectedly.
After a few minutes, Elsa drew her eyes away from her book to see Anna scaffolding her bedsheets over her four-post bed. The redhead even ran to grab the two dining chairs to give the tent-like structure more definition. It was quite large given the height of the bed's posts. Anna scurried inside the covering after she was pleased with her work.
Elsa walked over to her bed and lifted a sheet.
"How is this fortress supposed to protect you?" The blonde asked in a derisive tone.
"You should come in and find out!" Anna said.
So Elsa did. Curiosity had gotten the better of her. The two girls sat facing one another in the darkness of the makeshift fortress.
"Don't you feel safe inside?" Anna said reverently.
Elsa regarded the seemingly foolish girl in front of her. Her body slave was either very brave or very stupid. Elsa was leaning towards the latter.
"If you feel safe, then I do as well," Elsa said cryptically. She reached forward and stroked Anna's head as if the girl were an obedient dog.
Anna appeared pleased with the response as she nodded her head shyly into the touch.
…
Another day:
"Anna, tell me what you knew of me before you arrived to my chambers," Elsa demanded more than asked, closing her book with a snap.
"Well, Kristoff, that reindeer guy who bought me, only talked about how you wouldn't marry and how suitors were scared of you. Uh-I don't really understand that now that you're in front of me," Anna looked like a guilty child, but her statement was sincere. "Oh! He also said your dad was kind of old, and I guess those maids that bathed me were really scared to talk about yo-"
"All of which took place your first day at the castle. What about before?" Elsa steered the conversation.
"Uhm...I didn't know anything before," Anna said.
"Interesting...I know Hans visits town regularly, but I had thought rumors spread about me like—" Elsa seemed to frown at Anna's response.
"I don't know who 'Hans' is either!" Anna admitted, misinterpreting that Elsa might want to be better known than this "Hans."
"What sort of backwater farm were you raised on? Are you even a citizen of Arendelle?" Elsa accused condescendingly. Every woman knew Prince Hans.
"...I wasn't raised on a farm. I lived in an orphanage all my life, and we never talked about Arendelle's royalty." A short pause. The ire grew. "The orphanage was in Arendelle, but it was at the border," Anna contested rather hotly, the first time she raised such a tone with the Princess.
Elsa grew quiet at this piece of knowledge, knowing firsthand the pain of losing a parent. She couldn't imagine never having a parent.
"I didn't realize you were an orphan..." This was as close to an apology as Elsa would give. Anna was foremost her possession. She would protect the physical safety and wellness of her possession, but emotional wellness was secondary and altogether more difficult for someone like Elsa to administer.
"It's okay—I never knew them, so I can't really be sad over it," Anna said.
The Princess did not necessarily agree with Anna, but she didn't want to argue. Elsa's opinion would only make Anna sadder.
"Who's Hans?" Anna brought the conversation back to Elsa.
"He is my younger brother."
"Oh! So he's a prince? Do you have any other brothers or sisters?" Anna asked. She only knew that Elsa was the oldest, as Kristoff had shared.
"Only Hans. He takes after my father, ah, but maybe only in looks," Elsa trailed off.
"How come I've never seen him? Is he as blonde as you? You're really blonde, I mean, waayyy more than Kristoff. Does your whole family look alike? Wow, I can't imagine that. Your father and brother would have to be crazy prett-er, I mean, your mother must be really beauti-"
"You ramble too much. Hans does not visit. Unless there is an emergency." Elsa looked to be ending this conversation. "I'll take you to see father when he returns from business. He left the day after you arrived."
Back to the books.
…
One evening:
Anna scooted close to Elsa on the bed.
"Ya know, since I'm going to do this in the middle of the night anyway..." Anna said.
The redhead had been yearning for the physical contact. After that first night, Elsa did not "practice" on Anna at all. Petting Anna on the head did not count as skin-on-skin contact. Anna felt deprived of attention, believing her mistress showed more interest in books than her. Anna only had a couple of moments in the morning where she would wake with the Princess in her arms; some mornings her mistress would already be out of bed, and Anna would literally wake up on the wrong side of the bed. Anna wanted to feel her mistress in full consciousness. Being trapped in the room was beginning to weigh down on Anna, and she needed the companionship. Physical contact seemed like the best way to express that with her reserved mistress.
She sidled up to Elsa's back and warily put an arm around her waist. Elsa stiffened slightly.
"...While this is not uncomfortable, I would like to experiment," Elsa said.
Anna began to laugh, and Elsa turned around perplexed to face Anna.
"Sorry, it's just that, why do you talk with so many negatives? Just say 'it's comfortable.' It's kind of confusing, and I sometimes think you mean the opposite," Anna looked at the perfect face only a few inches from hers. She felt the sudden urge to lock her hold on the Princess's waist and feverishly kiss that face. Yeah, maybe you do have a fever, idiot.
"I think it prudent to be precise with words. If it were a wholly comfortable, I would say as such. Yet there are still parts that are uncomfortable to me."
"Oh..." Anna's eyes became downcast, no longer thinking it proper to stare into her mistress's face.
"Now as for my experiment—" Elsa put her own arms around Anna, pulling the redhead to her in the embrace. "Ah, it seems I prefer to hold. This is comfortable."
Anna couldn't agree more. She was nestled under Elsa's chin, engulfed by the pure essence of her mistress. Their bodies fit together like seashells, and Anna felt almost complete. Almost as if she could sacrifice her body in exchange for the embrace of this goddess. But is the embrace enough? You silly girl. What you truly want is to sacrifice your body to her. You were hers the moment she trapped you in her gaze. You fantasize about what it would be like if she had her wild way with you, claimed you with her hands and tongu—No! Anna internally whimpered at how her mouth watered anytime she was in proximity of her mistress's neck.
Elsa stroked Anna's lower back soothingly, and Anna cooed. This would have to do for now. The redhead snuggled her smaller breasts under Elsa's pillowy mounds, while Elsa played with a strand of Anna's loose hair.
"Perhaps your hair will not be untidy in the morn," Elsa murmured cheekily with her double negative.
…
A week had passed:
"Getting to know you~ Getting to know all about you~ Getting to like you~ Getting to hope you like me~ Getting to know you~ Getting to feel free and easy~ When I am with you~ Getting to know what to say—" Anna sang aimlessly on the floor, legs up, leaning on a grandfather clock.
"Anna, what are you going on about," Elsa said in restrained annoyance, more of a silencer than a question. She had to turn back a page in her book because she didn't absorb half of it due to Anna's bright singing voice. Her silly body slave was also sullying herself on the carpet, and Elsa would have to bathe her again. Not that Elsa terribly minded that chore.
"Oh. I was just thinking about this British governess's memoir. She's kind of thrown in a foreign world when she was hired to teach the King of Siam's children. The King and her had a lot of problems, but I think deep down, they were in love with each other…"
Elsa mulled over those words. It was an interesting memoir to imagine, so much that Elsa let her book fall to her lap. Unfortunately, Elsa seized upon only one thing of Anna's statement. It went over both girls' heads that Anna's daydreaming was practically clairvoyant.
"You can read?" Elsa asked with unveiled disbelief. Only the middle class and above had the privilege of any schooling.
"Mr. Kai taught me how to read. I loved listening to stories so much that he told me it'd be best if I could always have them here," Anna gestured to her head sadly.
"…Would you like me to read you a story? Or perhaps you'd rather impress me?" Elsa offered to the girl to rid her of that crestfallen expression.
"Only if it has romance!"
Elsa found something appropriate. Anna narrated the tale, and Elsa was more than impressed. The Princess had had the best tutors in the land, but Anna's skill with pathos was unrivaled.
Later on, after Elsa had bathed Anna, the Princess absentmindedly sang in the same melody as Anna had before—
"Haven't you noticed~ Suddenly I'm bright and breezy?~ Because of all the beautiful and new—things I'm learning about you~ Day by day~"
...
The days could not last like this forever. Anna would begin to feel cooped up in Elsa's room to the point that the two polar opposites would clash and fall apart.
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So that was kind of longwinded for me. Please review!