Note: WC means Water Closet or Toilet.
AFTER THE THAW
Pale sunlight was filtering through the curtains of the great window that adorned the Queen's bedchamber. Dawn was creeping above the mountain cliffs that surrounded the city and the rays were slanting to the waters of the fjords.
The light played on her face and forced Elsa to flicker her eyelids at this minor nuisance. She tried shielding her face with her arm but gave up at the effort.
Her left hand wandered to her side looking for something. Not finding what she was looking for, she patted the pillow next to her. Nothing there. Lower perhaps? Nope.
Her eyes still closed, she became more frantic as she pawed lower down the bed! Light snowflakes started falling in her bedroom. Don't panic now.
"Wh... Where .. is. .. sh...?" She started mumbling. Until she heard it.
"Zzz.. Zzz.. Nrgguff .. Zzz...", her ears picked up. A soft snore from the foot of the bed.
She smiled quietly to herself. Snores they were, but unmistakably feminine snores. Not that SHE herself snored...Heaven forbid! At least not that anyone ever told her since she's never shared her bed with anyone before.
Until now that is.
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It started a day or two after the "Great Thaw".
"Your ice rink idea turned out great, Elsa!" Her red-headed sister beamed at the dining room table, her mouth full of whatever she stuffed into her face. "We should do things like that more often now that the gates are always open!".
Ignoring her sister's display of gluttony, Elsa replied, "Yes, that was fun! I want to get to know our people better and having public events in the court yard are a start. Still... Thirteen years away from any contact with them... with you... seems such a small act."
Dejectedly, Elsa put down her fork, lowered her eyes and stared at her plate. She started off well, but soon lost her appetite and a small frown appeared on her face.
Wiping her mouth with her arm, Anna quickly got up from her spot on the right side of the table and kneeled by her sister.
"You've only been 'Queen' for two days, Elsa. The people don't expect you to entertain them every minute of every day!" Her sister consoled her. "I'm still getting used to seeing you at this table! Of course MY needs are different! I DO expect more entertainment from you sis!" A twinkle in her eye.
"Oh?" Elsa replied. The corners of her mouth slowly pulling up and an elegant eyebrow regally rising. Her eyes lost that hooded look and started to brighten to her usual icy blue colour. "What exactly is Her Royal Highness, Princess Anna, expecting for entertainment?"
Not knowing what to expect from Anna, she tensed herself to be ready for anything. If it's one thing that she remembered from their brief childhood together was that Anna was spontaneous and affectionate. Even if her intent was ill conceived.
Sure enough... "TICKLE FIGHT!" Was all she heard from behind her as Anna launched herself at her sister.
Both hands zeroed in on Elsa's torso just below her rib cage. Soft hands were playing up and down the sides of her beautiful ice dress as Anna mercilessly assaulted the soft spots where she remembered her sister being ticklish.
"That was thirteen years ago..." Anna thought to herself. "Is she still even ticklish? After all she IS the 'Snow Queen' now."
All self-doubts were quickly refuted when Anna heard a high pitched squeal! It was adorable!
"Anna! Stop!... Stop It! ... STOP! ... PLEASE!" Elsa tried to wiggle away. "We're eating our dinner! Please! You just ate! Please! I'm still eating... !"
"I'M GOING TO THROW UP, ANNA!"
That stopped her!
"Really? I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I shouldn't have done that! I know, we just ate! Me, I'm such a pig, I'm surprised I didn't throw up myself? Of course I'm not being tickled. You are. But not me. I guess I'm rambling? I'll stop now... Tickling that is...and rambling too!" Anna talked like she was on fire.
"Elsa? Are you ok?" Her sister was worried now. Elsa was slumped over the table. Both arms on the table and her head tucked low, almost touching the surface.
Anna approached her sister and was about to place her left hand on Elsa's shoulder when Elsa suddenly turned around!
Her hand held a lemon meringue pie that Anna was earlier eyeballing for dessert. A wicked grin was plastered on Elsa's face. With a cute but evil sounding squeak, Elsa launched the pastry projectile right at Anna's face!
The last words that left Anna's surprised mouth as she was forming her own grin was: "Wow, even evil, she's beautiful!"
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"I can't believe you did that!" A disgruntled voice said from within Elsa's bathroom. "You, the Queen of Arendelle, are a stinker!"
Elsa rolled her eyes as she entered the bathroom and surveyed the scene playing before her. A slow smile forming on her face as she spied the lithe, slim figure with freckles all over her person bending over to test the temperature of the water in the spacious, sunken bathtub filled with scented water and rose petals.
"I didn't know it was a full moon tonight?" The Queen said innocently. Her sister's exposed rear was visible as she bent over the porcelain tub.
Anna's head shot up. Her strawberry blonde hair resembled a red hayloft. Much of her hair was caked with all sorts of foodstuffs as well as her neck, ears and face.
The rest of her body was free of what remained of their dinner due to her clothes. The fact that both girls were only soiled from the head up was that they both simultaneously agreed to head shots only AFTER Anna yelled "FOOD FIGHT!"
"You're not getting in that tub with pie still in your hair, are you Anna?"
"Pie, cake, roast beef, quail, you name it, it's in my hair!" Her sister impishly replied."But it's also in yours, Oh sister of mine!"
Elsa stuck out her tongue. "You are such a brat!" She teased.
She knew she was just as disheveled as her sister but made the act of disrobing much more elegant. With a wave of her hand, she simply dismissed her ice dress in a flurry of sparkling snowflakes. Ditto with her ice slippers.
"Show off!" She heard behind her back as she wrapped a silk towel around herself and headed to the water closet.
After separating her long single braid and shaking what she could from her hair into the commode, she gazed at her reflection in the mirror.
Makeup smeared? Check. Hair a complete mess? Check. Gravy and sauce in her ears? Check.
"Well this is going to take a lot of rubbing and scrubbing..." Elsa thought to herself.
A quick peek at Anna, and she thought her sister needed even more cleaning. Her neck and cheeks quickly developed a pink hue with the thought, but she quickly dismissed it by saying to her sister, "Anna, I mean it! Get over here to the toilet and brush those crumbs from your hair before getting in that tub!" .
Anna was sitting on the edge of the bath tub with her feet dangling in the water. After a quick eye roll, she got up and walked straight to the WC without even grabbing a towel.
"Yes mother!" She whined as she held up her hair with both hands and walked directly at Elsa, naked as the day she was born.
What happened next, Elsa wasn't really sure.
With the exception of a comical parody of a jester with clown makeup smeared across one's face and a hairstyle resembling a mutant wig covered in food, the vision that appeared before her caused Elsa's mouth to drop.
Emerging from the cloud of steam and vapour walked a 'Goddess'.
Slim, tan and ... oh so beautiful! Her slender arms raised above her head made her appear as if she was modelling her wardrobe. Her hourglass figure was emphasized even more as she was walking on her toes, hips swaying, afraid to get her feet cold. Her breasts and legs were firm and tight. Her stomach was flat like a washing board.
"This is what Anna looks like now?!" Elsa gaped.
Obviously modesty was something their mother, nurse or hand maidens never taught her. Either that, or Anna refused to be bothered about inadvertently displaying her curves!
And what curves! Elsa averted her eyes as she unwittingly mumbled what sounded like "Venus...like Venus... Botticelli !"
She needn't have bothered diverting her gaze. Anna was too busy making sure that the pie in her hair wouldn't fall onto the floor instead of the toilet.
With neither young women not looking at each other, what happened next was inevitable.
It was later that Gerda found both of them sprawled on the floor in the water closet. Both had identical bruises on their heads and bottoms from where they slipped and knocked each other out!
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AUTHOR NOTES:
1) WC means Water Closet or Toilet.
The term is mostly used in Europe and elsewhere though not so much in North America. It's usually a separate room to the bath room but not always.
Flush toilets (water) were around in the mid 19th century in Europe but only the wealthy had them.
In North America, only the finest hotels as well as the rich had them installed.
2) Sandro Botecelli painted "Birth of Venus" in 1486. (Girl on the seashell)
This is my first fanfic about Frozen (2013). I love reading about Elsa and Anna and some we're good, really good. Some were not.
I didn't think I would like Modern AU, but my favourite story revolves around Anna and Elsa in college.
This story tries to remain as close to the original as I can make it, but goes beyond the Queendom of Arendelle.
PS. Frozen is a trademark of Walt et. al.
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Preview of Chapter 3
ROYAL DUTIES
'Love'
She understood the word. She loved her parents. She loves chocolate. She loves making her people happy.
She loves Anna...
Anna... Who went after her in the middle of the night, in summer clothes, by herself!
Anna... Who FROZE to death by choosing to save not herself but Elsa from a death blow by the traitor Hans!
Anna... Clumsy, awkward, fearless, beautiful Anna. Her Anna... her bright smile, adorable freckles, cheerful eyes, flowing hair, pert breasts, luscious lips...
"Wait, what?" Where did that come from? Elsa blinked hard.