Title: Naughty Little Snowflake - Pt1
Comm By: Anonymous
Category: Frozen
Characters: Elsa, Rosetta (OFC)
Tags: Lesbian, Ice Powers, Bondage, Virgin Girl(s), Body Worship, Nipple Play, Clothes Melting,
Shaved Pussy, Cum Facial, 69, Switch!Elsa, Virgin!Elsa
Alternate Titles: Snow Play, Elsa's Little Snowflake
Beta: SimplylovinIt
Started: 17/12/2023
Finished: 30/12/2023
Public: 31/01/2024
Chapter 1
Elsa's Mini Me
Elsa was walking down a regally decorated corridor; her lips pursed as she tried not to laugh at the energetic bouncing of the little girl following along with her. The Queen of Arendelle wore a long, extravagant gown of glittering ice, highlighting her slender figure like a second shiny skin.
"When did you first realise you had powers!?" Princess Rosetta of Endalia asked, her words almost falling over each other in their hurry to get out.
"I'm not sure…" Elsa said, her stride slowing for a moment only to have to be immediately sped up as the little princess began to outdistance her. "I've had my powers as far back as I can remember. I don't really know when they first started," she said.
Rosetta spun on her heel, actually skipping a step backwards, and smiled excitedly at Elsa. The girl looked like a miniature version of Elsa – Anna had even squealed when she saw the little girl and made sure to point out repeatedly with an energetic enthusiasm that rivalled the little princess. The eight-year-old girl had platinum blonde hair styled into a replica of Elsa's braids. She had sparkling sapphire blue eyes and wore a blue dress with a snowflake-styled hem, a dark brown bodice, a frilly white lace around her neck, a pair of pale blue tights, and black pumps completing her little ensemble.
"Me too!" Rosetta gasped, doing a little pirouette in the air. It was like she was so excited that she couldn't contain the energy inside of her.
Elsa couldn't help but smile at the little bundle of joy.
"How do you make clothes out of ice?! Whenever I try, they're not very comfy, and they break!?" Rosetta asked, her volume causing the usually poised queen to wince.
"It's kinda hard to explain…the magic is like an extension of me…it's like making snow instead of ice, it's the intention that fuels it," Elsa explained, doing her best to choose her words carefully and simplify the explanation as much as she could so as not to confuse the child.
"Ohhh…can you show me?!" Rosetta asked, jumping in place.
Elsa hesitated.
"Tell you what, how about we adjourn into my bed chambers? I'll give you a demonstration, and maybe you can give it ago?" Elsa suggested, hoping to avoid the possibility of causing any significant damage with some prepubescent ice magic.
"Really?!" Rosetta gasped, her eyes sparkling as though she'd just come downstairs on Christmas morning. It made Elsa's heart melt.
"Should I take that as a yes?" Elsa asked, her controlled smile lifting into one of pure delight. Rosetta's energy was just so infectious.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Rosetta yelled, bouncing in place.
Elsa adjusted her course and led the bubbly mini her to her bed chamber door. The mahogany door was decorated by swirling snowflakes and a rendition of Elsa and Anna embracing each other when they were children, carved directly into the wood. Every time she saw it, it made Elsa smile.
With a poised, delicate turning of the door knob – as though giving a performance to her little friend – Elsa pushed open the door and ushered for Rosetta to step inside.
Chapter 2
Snow in her Hands
Elsa's room was almost a disappointment to Rosetta. She had imagined hundreds of ice sculptures, some moving, some not, ice tinsel lining the ceiling, a never-ending flurry of snow and a carpet of the softest snow.
In reality, it was kinda plain.
A periwinkle blue carpet floored the room. Mahogany furniture lined the walls, most marked by a signature, flourish, or caricature of Elsa and Anna. A huge four-poster bed was next to a giant bay window overlooking the courtyard and beyond.
When Rosetta's eyes lay on the bed, a memory from the day before suddenly flashed across her awareness, making her pause mid-skip into the room. She'd been looking for her older brother, Stephan, and had gone to his bedroom. She hadn't knocked before walking straight in and was met with the memorable image of her brother lying on his bed, propped up by pillows. His pants had sagged around his thighs, and his penis was stood up, and his hand was it. Something white shot out from his penis like a fountain, and it looked like it felt really good.
"So," Elsa began.
Rosetta spun around to face the queen, new curiosity sparkling in her eyes.
"Miss Elsa…can kitties make creamy stuff like a penis does?" Rosetta asked innocently.
Elsa froze in place, her mouth hanging open in abrupt shock. A bloody hue darkened her rosy cheeks and rapidly spread like poured into water, rippling out until her pale face was bright red.
Elsa swallowed.
"When Stephan was playing with his penis and some white creamy stuff came out of it," Rosetta elaborated, as though assuming the elegant monarch hadn't understood what she meant – even going so far to make a crude gesture as she tried in earnestly to mimic the motion of her brother's hand over her pelvis.
Elsa timidly held up her hand to forestall Rosetta.
Thankfully, the young girl stopped mid-word immediately, her mouth still open.
"W-Well…err, kitties can make…creamy stuff too…it's just a different kind…why don't you ask one of your mothers about it?" Elsa said, her voice shuddering at the delicate subject matter. She didn't want to overstep and anger either of the two visiting monarchs by invading their family business and Prince Stephan's privacy.
"Can you show me how!?" Rosetta asked, her voice raising in pitch starkly. She bent over, pinching the hem of her dress, and began to lift it over her head, exposing the pale flesh of her tummy.
"Wha?" Elsa's voice evaporated in her throat as the young girl threw her dress onto the floor and began pushing the toe of one shoe against its twin's heel to slip her dainty feet from the leathery interior.
"I promise I'll do whatever you say!" Rosetta pleaded, starting to remove her tights and exposing the white feathery bloomers hidden behind them.
Elsa felt a flutter in her lower tummy at the young girl's words that caught her off guard, and by the time she could make her throat muscles start to work again, Rosetta was stumbling back, trying to pull off her stockings. Elsa found her eyes gravitating to the tiny rosebuds on the girl's chest. Something about how small and … cute … they were … it made a familiar prickling heat build between the ice queen's thighs.
Soon, Rosetta stood before Elsa in nothing but her bloomers and looked up at her with giddy excitement.
Elsa swallowed nervously.
Her heart was suddenly hammering a mile a minute.
She took a trembling breath to calm herself – though it wasn't very effective, she could already feel the telltale sensations of frost coating the space between her fingers.
"Ok…I'll show you how…but you'll need to…take off your bloomers," Elsa said, trying to steel herself.
"Oh…okay!" Rosetta squeaked. Immediately, she pulled down her bloomers and stood back up to attention, her bald, prepubescent kitty on display for Elsa. Just for her .
Elsa swallowed again.
"Okay, good…this might be easier on the bed," Elsa said, and just as before, Rosetta wasted no time in obeying her and jumped onto the giant bed, ruffling the silk sheets.
"Oh! Can you show me how to do it with magic?!" Rosetta suddenly asked as though suddenly struck with inspiration.
"With magic?" Elsa asked, the gears in her mind slowly turning and opening the dam to a flood of relief and … disappointment? It would be much easier to … demonstrate … by using her magic instead of actually touching the visiting princess.
"Yes!" Rosetta shrieked, visibly bouncing in excitement.
"Okay, okay," Elsa said, raising her hands to steady the…enthusiastic girl.
As the monarch of ice took yet another cleansing breath, an idea fluttered into her mind.
"But to do this safely, I'll need to bind you to the bed. I don't want to injure you if you were to move by accident suddenly," Elsa said.
"Okay," Rosetta replied without hesitation and laid down on the bed, her petite chest rapidly rising and falling in anticipation. Her little cheeks were flushed red, and she looked like she was fighting back an orchestra of giggles.
"Ready?" Elsa asked.
"Mmhmm," Rosetta hummed, her sparkling eyes glued on the monarch.
Almost theatrically, Elsa raised her hand and sent a glittering trail of pale winter magic from her fingertips. The magic trailed through the air and began to prance around the naked little princess, forming glittering ropes around her before beginning to solidify as quickly as the mystical light show had begun.
Glittering whimsical chains bound her wrists and ankles, spreading her eagle on the bed. Then the ones binding her wrists slackened as Elsa's expression softened, allowing the girl to move her arms, just not hyper-extend them.
It was truly for the girl's safety; after all, it wouldn't be good if she suddenly moved while Elsa was working her magic and accidentally froze a nipple off or something. But, if Elsa were honest with herself, something about seeing the naked girl bound on her bed, completely helpless and vulnerable to her whims. It was even she who allowed the limited arm movement…something about it … it was intoxicating.
Elsa curled her toes in her frozen heels and felt heat spread through her cheeks again.
She had not expected this kind of reaction in herself.
Rosetta's giggles pulled Elsa from her self-analysis like a siren call. She looked so cute in those sparkling chains.
Elsa took another breath and lifted her arm again, sending another glittering trail of magic towards the bound girl. The swirling, sparkly winter mysticism circled the prone girl and began to funnel itself downward, like an enchanting whirlpool, to Rosetta's small, hairless slit.
Her little toes scrunched, and her body shivered in response to the sudden cold teasing such a sensitive area. Elsa felt another carnal thrill at seeing the naked girl physically react to her magic, something she controlled and directed with the subtlest of whims. Rosetta was completely in her power, snow in her hands.
Then she heard the girl giggling.
Elsa's eyes widened. The swirling, shimmering vortex evaporated back into the ether from where she'd called it. Rosetta was giggling. Humiliation rushed to Elsa's cheeks, eroding the arousal of power that had warmed them.
Something about the girl laughing at her and her magic … it made Elsa feel small and weak. A small piece of her wanted to squirm at the effortless domination of her own will, but a much greater piece of her was humiliated by how easily her power was being thrown off and disregarded.
"That tickled," Rosetta giggled.
"Maybe I need to warm you up first," Elsa mused aloud.
"Warm me u-oh," Rosetta gasped as she suddenly felt the surprisingly warm hands of her idol touch her thigh and give it a light squeeze.
Rosetta flinched as new sensations sparked through her leg. It was like mixing being tickled and feeling funny together. On instinct, she tried to move her leg, and both heard and felt the chink of the icicle chains. The funny feeling got stronger.
"Sometimes girls need…some extra stuff to make the creamy stuff," Elsa said softly, as she began to massage Rosetta's inner thigh with her thumb.
The small, deliberate movements made the bound princess squirm and mewl softly.
Her expression melted into one of bliss and confusion.
She was so cute.
Elsa traced her free hand up Rosetta's body and leaned over her – she'd probably be straddling the smaller girl if she let herself climb onto the bed. The brief image of the small, bound girl under her made Elsa's nipples harden; the girl barely met the bottom of her thigh when they were standing, and that was after Elsa had reduced the height of her heels.
Elsa had never felt so powerful in her life.
She cupped the small prepubescent breast, rubbed her thumb over the tiny hard nipple, and began to rotate, lightly twisting and pressing down on the little pink digit.
"Ah!" Rosetta moaned, and the chains rattled again as she tried to bend her legs as tremors of pleasure rippled through her body.
The corner of Elsa's lips lifted. Now, this was more like it.
The frozen monarch pursed her lips and let an icy breeze caress the petite breast in her hand, forming a flimsy layer of frost over the surface. A glittering field of microscopic brambles formed around the sensitive nipple like it was a tower.
"Ooh!" Rosetta gasped, inhaling sharply as her body shuddered with nervous giggles, her youthful pale cheeks burning brighter as she struggled atop the bed.
With a sly smile, Elsa glanced down at the girl's pubic slit. It was puffy and glistened in the summer light with her liquid ecstasy.
Elsa's toes clenched in anticipation to see the girl melt at her touch. Even such a subtle attempt had her wriggling beneath her. She pursed her lips and blew another miniature tundra of frost, this time at Rosetta's kitty .
"Ah!" Rosetta gasped as the dew of her arousal became rigid and glittered with winter magic. Shivers sparked and rippled out from her kitty, turning her inner thighs numb, and goose pimples pricked her legs and tummy.
Then, the tingling sensations turned into something more ticklish. Rosetta gasped and squirmed; it felt like a thousand tiny fingers tickled her kitty. She wanted to reach down and shield the area, but the chains stopped her hands before they even passed her belly button.
Her idol, the snow queen, smiled down on her. Her perfect lips were gloating. It made the funny feelings in Rosetta's tummy even stronger, and something began to squeeze the inside of her kitty, rhythmically applying and reducing pressure. It was getting faster and faster and harder and harder.
It felt like she was about to pee but different.
She opened her mouth to plead for help, but her voice devolved into a high-pitched moan of pleasure. Her legs suddenly bent, her toes fisting the bedding beneath her as they began to quiver like autumn leaves on a windy day.
As soon as it began, it erupted in a visual spectacle as a clear, almost transparent spout of liquid fired from her kitty. It was like a geyser. It splashed over the queen's face and splattered over the front of her cool blue dress. It didn't stop.
Rosetta's hips bucked, sloshing clear liquid all over the sheets. She felt the comforter turn cold under her naked rear.
Rosetta went limp on the bed. Her prepubescent chest raised and fell with deep, shallow breaths. Her heart was going a mile a minute. She stared up at the shocked queen, her face wet and sticky.
Chapter 3
The Talk
Rosetta was beyond embarrassed. Her little butt was rapidly getting cold as she lay bound atop the soiled covers. She hadn't just peed herself, she hadn't just peed on her idol's bed - IN FRONT OF HER - but she had peed on the queen - THE QUEEN'S - face!
Her vision shimmered. Mortified tears welled in Rosetta's eyes, and her lip quivered. Her throat muscles flexed, but the words wouldn't come. She wanted to cry and apologise to the shocked queen until her voice was hoarse.
But she couldn't.
She couldn't even speak.
Then, the frozen queen began to move. The rippling beauty moved almost in slow motion. Rosetta mentally cringed as she watched the blob of Elsa's elegant hand wipe her pee from the queen's flawless chin.
Elsa lifted the soiled hand.
Rosetta tried to spew out her regrets and apologies, but she could barely even gurgle. The little princess blinked forcefully, bringing the queen into starker contrast. She looked almost like she was in a trance as she stared at her hand.
Then Elsa's pink tongue slid out from between her lips and stroked the length of her middle finger.
Rosetta's jaw dropped.
Elsa blinked, seeming to return to her senses, a dark blush spreading across her face.
"Sorry, I just wanted to see how your cum tasted," the monarch said, averting her gaze despite the years of training.
"Cum?" Rosetta asked, her brow wrinkling at the foreign word.
Elsa swallowed - unwittingly swallowing the now saliva-diluted prepubescent cum.
Pausing, Elsa searched her mind for the words to explain this to someone so young.
"The … the cream … what came out of your brother's penis … it's called cum, and this is the girl version," she explained, her voice shuddering for the first time in forever.
"Ohh," Rosetta said, her big, icy blue eyes widening as the gears turned inside her mind. Then she started to giggle, and Elsa's cheeks darkened further - and the tingling between her thighs … it was becoming very difficult to ignore; her pointed nipples were trying to bore through the frosted silk of her dress.
That childish giggle. It was making Elsa feel so small and weak … and she liked it?
"I thought it was pee," Rosetta laughed.
Elsa let out a sniff of amusement.
The little girl was so adorable.
But soon, the winter monarch's amusement was melted by the heat of arousal as she found herself imagining herself kneeling on the carpeted floor while Rosetta sat atop the giant bed, her pale, slender legs spread apart, her little pink slit smiling down on her before a warm and potently scented stream showered over the imaginary queen's face.
The poised and refined Queen of Arendelle, reduced to nothing more than a toilet for her mini me.
The monarch swallowed dryly, her lips suddenly dry. She was so turned on it was getting difficult to think.
"But it did feel really good … like a funny good … " Rosetta continued, not noticing that her idol had gone quiet - or that the queen's blush had spread from her cheeks down her neck, vanishing beneath the chaste dress to warm her breasts.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it," Elsa said, her voice trembling with a cocktail of nerves and arousal.
"Yes! Thank you!" Rosetta squeaked, her little naked butt beginning to bounce on the bed and making her restraints clink excitedly.
"Would you … like to make me cum?" Elsa asked quietly, wincing at her own words.
It was wrong on so many levels. She'd never said anything so crass, so … uncouth in her life. It felt wrong in her mouth, but at the same time … it excited her; it made her feel dirty and naughty. She sounded like a desperate slut, and she wanted nothing more than to drop to her knees at the visiting princess's dainty bare feet.
"You want me to make your kitty make cream and feel good too?" Rosetta asked excitedly.
"Err, yes," Elsa answered. Her cheeks felt like they'd burst into flames at any moment.
"How do I make your kitty happy?" Rosetta asked eagerly, attempting to sit up and causing her frozen binds to clink again.
"Y-You just do what I did … touch different … parts of my body and … " Elsa trailed off, starting to shift in place and already feeling her pussy juices beginning to slowly trickle down the inside of her thigh.
"Tie you up?" Rosetta finished.
Elsa physically squeaked. To be chained to her own bed by a child, naked as the day she was born, at the little princess's mercy. Her chastity for the girl's taking. Her heart was going a mile a minute. Every time she'd go to bed, she would remember being bound to it and being used by Rosetta.
Elsa swallowed and nodded nervously. The glittering chains imprisoning the girl melted and vanished into the ether from whence they'd come, swiftly followed by Elsa's clothes.
Rosetta stared with wide eyes filled with wonder as the glittering dress began to shimmer and trickle down the beautiful queen's body. First, the fabric became clear like a shallow spring, and then it flowed over her curves, falling over and between her pale C-Cup breasts. The dress was a glittering waterfall that pooled around Elsa's feet as quickly as it had begun to flow.
Elsa shivered as her skin was exposed to the warm temperature of the room - making goose pimples spread across her body - her soft skin rapidly drying as the shining water evaporated into the ether. Her shaven slit was swollen from the constant teasing and desperate to be played with.
Chapter 4
Topping the Ice Queen
Elsa couldn't believe she was doing this. She was laid atop her own bed, completely naked, with her wrists bound together and tied to the bed frame above her head by a silky, icy blue ribbon decorated with little snowflakes, while another pair of matching ribbons bound her ankles to opposing bedposts. A naked visitor was kneeling on the bed BETWEEN her legs. Her toes clenched nervously, inadvertently tugging on the ribbon Rosetta had used to bind her ankles, physically reminding her she was at the girl's mercy.
Rosetta didn't know how to make complex items like chains yet, but fortunately, the girl had brought some ribbon that was supposed to be an extra gift for Elsa and had kept it in her pocket. So now Elsa was spread atop her bed in a position where she could neither stop Rosetta from exploring her body and womanhood nor could she stop her if the girl decided to tickle her exposed, thankfully shaven, underarms.
Almost timidly, Rosetta reached out and touched Elsa's pussy causing the queen to flinch and gasp, lifting her pelvis as much as she could, trying to invite the princess's small, cold hand inside.
"It's warm and sticky," Rosetta said, rubbing her hand into the throbbing slit.
"Mmm…" Elsa moaned, she felt like she could cum any second.
"That's what happens when you … ahh, get excited," Elsa gasped, wincing as she again tried to thrust her pelvis only to be held in place.
It was like she was a sex slave!
"What feels best on your kitty?" Rosetta asked, curiously stroking the length of Elsa's slit with her index finger.
"Ah…" Elsa moaned. She'd never been so sensitive in her life. Normally it took a lot for her to get off. More than once, she'd lost half a night to exploring her body in search of release, and yet here she was, on the brink of orgasm from the lightest of touches from the little princess. "Your mouth … your tongue," she gasped.
"My mouth?" Rosetta asked, her mouth drooling as she remembered her idol tasting her cream earlier.
"Yes," Elsa gasped; she sounded like she was begging.
Rosetta's lips lifted into a cheeky smile as she got an idea. Her body shook with anticipation; it was so naughty and cheeky, but now that she had thought of it, she couldn't resist it.
Trembling like a newborn foal, Rosetta crawled on top of her idol's naked body and turned so she was looking down on Elsa's juicy kitty. Giggling to herself, the little princess lowered her head and began to kiss the queen's pussy, all the while her knees still shook. It felt fun to climb her idol and make her feel good but still very naughty.
Elsa bit her bottom lip, trying to muffle her moans as Rosetta explored her pussy. She felt like her breath was leaving her, and seeing Rosetta's pussy appear; the monarch felt even more like a sex slave than she had before! Then the licking started.
"Oh! Yes!" Elsa moaned, her chest heaving and causing the princess to slip back and her balance to fail. With a wet slap, Rosetta's prepubescent pussy landed on the queen's face. "Yesffhh!" she cried out, her voice muffled by the very wet pussy smothering her. She pursed her lips and began blindly sucking and licking her new mistress.
Rosetta's muffled moans filled the room and made Elsa's kitty vibrate.
Together, their toes curled as their bodies shook in anticipation of the rapidly approaching orgasm. Elsa gasped harshly, slurping Rosetta's juices and, by a happy accident, the princess's tiny pearl between her lips.
Their moans became screams of ecstasy.
Rosetta went limp, and her mouth filled with Elsa's sweet, tangy, slightly bitter flavour. At the same time, the winter queen was suddenly blinded by a wave of cum crashing over her face, which was swiftly followed by Rosetta's little pink pussy again slapping against her face, leaving her in intimate darkness.
Even had she not been blinded by the girl, Elsa would have found her vision blurred by the intensity of her orgasm.
Soft snores began to fill the air, and Elsa's eyes widened in the darkness. Rosetta had fallen asleep! - though passed out might be a more apt phrasing.
With a mixture of horror and arousal, Elsa realised her current reality. She was naked. Bound to her bed. Smothered by Rosetta's pussy. And she couldn't do ANYTHING.
Until the princess awoke, Elsa would have to just lay there and endure the constant smell and taste of the princess's kitty .