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For almost as long as Anna could remember she had yearned to be close with her sister again.
It was such a simple wish, drawn from the purest depths of her young heart. It wasn’t angry, or selfish, or barbed with the sharp edges of secret resentment. It was simple, innocent and pure.
She just wanted her sister to need her as much as she needed her. For them to be a family again, and finally, finally things had changed after Elsa’s coronation ceremony. They were sisters once more. True sisters who spent time together, who shared secrets and laughs, and who supported one another no matter what. She loved her big sister more now than she ever had before. Felt closer to her now than she ever had before. The revelations about her powers and everything that had subsequently happened had finally stripped away all the unspoken fears which had been keeping them apart all these years.
As it turned out Elsa did need her, had always needed her, and Anna had never felt happier. Her greatest wish had come true at last.
Except.
Every wish had a price, even this one, and Anna knew she would gladly pay it. Anything to keep what was left of her little, broken family together. Anything to keep her sister from falling back into the arms of self-loathing and despair.
Anything, if it meant Elsa would never pull away again.
Because at it turned out, Elsa needed her even more than she had ever imagined… and it was about to destroy everything.
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“Elsa? Are you in here?”
It was an unnecessary question. The room was absolutely freezing, and soft, tiny wisps of snow swirled in the air currents created by her closing the heavy door of the study behind her.
She shivered and hugged her bare arms around herself. The shock of so abruptly leaving the warm, humid air of Castle Arendelle in mid-August for the nearly arctic cold of this room was jolting, even though she had been expecting it. The thin cotton material of the simple dress she had put on this morning in anticipation of the stifling hot weather was useless against the cold emanating from the figure huddled in the large chair in front of the desk, facing the window with her back to her.
When there was no answer or reaction from her sister, Anna crossed the room to stand beside her, her breath fogging the air and the chill deepening with every step. Elsa was completely still and didn’t look at her when she placed one warm, sympathetic hand on her shoulder. Anna could see that she had been crying. There were frozen, crystalline droplets on her pale cheeks and dusting her eyelashes like tiny, sparkling diamonds.
How unfair was it that she could be so ungodly beautiful even when miserable and crying?! Anna looked like a disgusting swamp witch when she cried.
“Olaf told me what happened,” she told her, speaking gently. “Are you alright?”
Elsa flinched slightly at the words. She nodded minutely, still staring out the frozen window panes. Through the thick ice and frost rimming the interior of the glass, the summer day outside could have been mistaken for a winter scene. It was beautiful and magical, and a little sad all at once.
In the lands beyond, the people of their kingdom sweated, worked, laughed and lived out their uncomplicated lives in the summer sunshine, but here within the castle their queen was once again locked away in a frozen cage of her own making.
Anna frowned as the silence stretched, chewing her lower lip with worry. Her sister might not be flinging angry shards of ice in every direction this time, but Anna knew her moods well enough by now not to be deceived. Something ugly and despairing had taken root in her eyes again, locking itself tight within her rigid posture. She moved to stand in front of her, cupping her chin with her other hand and drawing her face upwards, forcing her to meet her eyes. She ignored the instinctive flinch from the other girl, tightening her grip and not letting her pull away.
“Elsa, please. I’m here. I’m here for you, always, no matter what. Just talk to me, okay? It will be alright, I promise,” she implored, holding her gaze.
She watched as Elsa’s distant, blank look change to one of anguish, fresh tears welling in her eyes again at Anna’s words.
“Oh Anna, I…” she sobbed, then stopped, swallowing thickly, shaking her head as the words refused to come. Her mouth pressed into a harsh line, her beautiful face twisting into an expression Anna recognized immediately.
Self-loathing. Guilt. Shame. A hint of anger tinged with anguish. It made Anna’s heart clench with sympathetic pain.
Though she wouldn’t have guessed it was possible, the room grew even colder by several degrees, the wood of the various pieces of matching furniture popping and creaking ominously as the trapped moisture within froze and expanded, threatening to crack and shatter them into expensive kindling.
Most people only ever saw what Elsa wanted them to see; a calm and thoughtful young women who wielded incredible power, both magical and political, with confidence and grace. Incredibly, as the months had gone by since the disaster of the magical storm, people seem to have forgotten the incident entirely. Despite the rumors surrounding what had happened, Elsa was their Queen, and they seemed to accept that it had been an unfortunate accident which there was no risk of being repeated.
Anna was the only one who knew otherwise, because Anna was the only one whom she let see her like this. Anna was the only one who truly understood just how much of a maelstrom of dark emotions there still were hiding beneath the calm façade. Anna was the only one who truly knew just how close to losing control she often came. Anna was the only one who knew just how much Queen Elsa needed her little sister so close beside her still.
In the end, even after all these months, Princess Anna was the only one who knew how to soothe the winter storm that still raged within her sister’s fragile heart.
Elsa looked up at her, so lost and scared, a beseeching look in her eyes that somehow managed to appear both hopeful and yet prepared for disappointment and rejection at the same time.
This is a price I gladly pay.
Anna moved forward, pressing into the narrow gap between her seated legs to wrap her sister in a tight, fierce hug, pulling her damp face against her breast and whispering into the pale hair crowning the top of her head.
“It’s okay, I’ve got you. I’ve got you. I love you so much. I’m not going anywhere, Elsa. I promise.”
She felt her give another harsh sob that was almost a laugh, and her sister’s arms wrapped tightly around her own waist as she pressed back into her embrace, her shoulder’s shaking.
“I hate that this… this just keeps happening and… I almost hurt someone! Again! Anna, I can’t keep living like this! I… I’m a monster… I –“
“No! No you are not! Don’t say that!” Anna interrupted her, shaking her. She didn’t like the direction of her sister’s thoughts just now. Not at all.
“You’re not a monster, Elsa. You’re my sister. You’re my wonderful, powerful, incredible sister and nothing changes that. You didn’t hurt anyone. Olaf told me what happened, remember? Everyone is fine. Confused why you left so suddenly, but fine. You’re fine.”
She squeezed her even tighter, pressing her sister against her and willing the words to break through her pretty, thick skull. Elsa could be so damn stubborn sometimes. Luckily, however, it was a family trait they had both inherited in abundance.
It didn’t matter what Elsa did. Anna would never give up on her. Never.
Elsa sobbed again, clinging to her desperately, her fingers twisting into the fabric of Anna’s dress.
“I am a monster. If they all knew what I almost…”
She trailed off, apparently unable to finish the thought of what she had almost done out loud.
“If anyone but you saw me like this, they would know. They would all hate me and fear me again! I… I can’t go back to living like that, Anna!”
This was bad. Anna could feel the magical cold nipping at her exposed skin and reaching for her very bones. Elsa was absolutely freezing against her, but she refused to relax her hold or step away, knowing that any hint of rejection in this moment would only send her spiraling further. She needed to calm Elsa and her raging magic down – and fast. The last thing her poor sister needed right now was for her abilities to spill out beyond this room in an uncontrolled burst of magical winter that everyone could see.
It might be time for more drastic measures.
Her heart jumped and began to race at the thought, a flush heating her from within despite the cold. It melded with a weird, sickly twist in her stomach. She ignored both feelings, focusing on her sister in her arms.
Elsa needed her, and Anna would be there for her just like she had always promised.
“Shhh, stop that. I see you, and I’m certainly not afraid of you. The others would feel the same. You’re so incredibly loved. Don’t you see that?”
Elsa turned her cheek, pressing her face down against Anna’s sternum and seeming to breathe her in, her breaths shuddering and fast. He next words were muffled into Anna’s stomach.
“You’re the only one I can trust… The only one who really understands. Oh, Anna, I love you too! I love you so much. Promise me. Promise me you’ll never leave me. I need you here with me.”
Anna’s heart broke all over again.
“I won’t! I never will. You know that.”
The chill in the room eased ever so slightly. Elsa moved restlessly against her, her arms tightening their hold as she looked up at Anna again. Her eyes had something new in them now. Something Anna nevertheless recognized.
A spark. A hint of heat and warmth within the trapped, icy wasteland of her misery. It made her muscles clench and that twisted, swirling, uncomfortable feeling in her stomach to intensify. It wasn’t just a look her sister gave her. It was a silent question, a prayer, and a desperate plea all at once.
“Anna,” Elsa whispered. “Please … I need you.”
She couldn’t disappoint her. Couldn’t leave her like this, with her deep sadness and her emotions spilling out all around her as her powers wreaked havoc on the room and its expensive furnishings. Once again, she didn’t have the strength to watch her beloved sister swallow her rejection. The very possible dangerous magical side effects hardly factored into the equation.
Anna just couldn’t stand to see Elsa hurting.
She didn’t speak. It would have been impossible to speak around the lump in her throat anyways, or be heard over the hammering of her own heart. Instead, she slowly, deliberately moved, gathering up the hem of her light cotton dress and sliding forward, silently climbing into her sister’s lap on the oversized chair. There was just enough room to wrap her legs around her waist, and she let her butt rest on the cushioned seat between Elsa’s thighs, pressing the length of their bodies together as their faces came level to one another.
Never once did she take her eyes from Elsa’s haunted gaze. There were still unshed tears glimmering there, but the look within was changing, becoming something hungry and almost… impatient, maybe? It was a look that never failed to scorch her like a hot brand, now that she knew to look for it.
Distantly, Anna felt the temperature in the room climb slightly.
It’s not enough. She needs more. She needs me to love her. To love every part of her.
With only a moment of hesitation, Anna leaned forward and their mouths came together in a wet, hot press of lips that were both open and wanting. It was not a comforting, sisterly press of chaste lips. It was open-mouthed and sexual, the taboo nature of it completely undeniable.
Elsa moaned at the contact, a hungry, grateful sound that vibrated through Anna’s mouth and did outrageous things to her conflicted body. As soon as Anna kissed her, her sister seemed to come alive, her arms moving across Anna’s back and buttocks, stroking her with hands and fingers that seemed to want to possess and touch all of her at once. Her tongue pressed deep into the kiss, shamelessly plundering Anna’s lips and tasting every depth of her wet, hot mouth.
Anna gasped, already overwhelmed and silently begging her rational brain to turn off and just go with the flow.
How many times had this happened now? Was this the fourth or the fifth time they had kissed like this? Or maybe it was the sixth… It distressed her that she was losing count. How far from normal had their relationship strayed where she couldn’t even keep track of the number of times she had kissed her sister sexually in order to comfort her? What would their parents think, were they alive today and caught them like this?
What would Kristoff think if he ever found out?
At the thought of her kind, loving and absolutely clueless fiancé, Anna felt herself tremble and almost pull away, but it was impossible with how entangled they were on the chair, and with how tight Elsa had hold of her in this position. Her sister was kissing her everywhere now. Her lips, her cheeks, her throat, her touch both fierce and tender at the same time. Now that Anna had initiated their embrace and kissed her first, it was like a lock had been broken and a gate thrown wide open, freeing her to touch her any way she wished.
“Anna, oh god… I love you so much!” her beloved sister, Queen Elsa of Arendelle, moaned against her neck, sounding so passionately happy to have her love returned that she could have cried.
The fear and despair in her sister’s voice was melting away, as was the ice and snow in the room around them, chased away by her sister’s unconditional love and acceptance.
How had she let things get this way?
If this is the price I must pay, then God help me, I will happily pay it! I’m sorry, mother, father. I’m sorry Kristoff. She needs me… Needs this. And I need her too. I need her to be okay.
Anna loved and admired her big sister so much it sometimes felt like she wasn’t sure where her desires ended and Elsa’s began. She supposed it was her own fault. She had always been a people pleaser her whole life. Despite the doubts and the guilt, despite knowing how wrong this all was, she never felt more alive, more needed and loved and whole, than she did when Elsa kissed her like this.
She shut all thoughts of the wrongness of what they were doing away, blocking out images of their disappointed parents faces. Purged Kristoff and his trusting smile from her mind. She would just be here for her sister now and worry about the morality of her actions later. She would give her what she needed.
After all, nothing mattered more to her than Elsa’s safety and happiness.
Anna was no longer cold. Neither was Elsa’s body against hers. Both girls were hot and breathing heavily, their young bodies pressing so tight against each other it was as though each of them were trying to get even closer somehow. Anna’s lips, face and neck were wet from Elsa’s wandering mouth, and her dress was rumpled from where her sister’s hands were eagerly petting and stroking her.
As the kissing and touching continued and the room steadily thawed around them, another part of her was growing noticeably hot and wet as well, she couldn’t help but notice with an anxious twinge.
This level of intensity to their embrace was new. In the past couple months, ever since the first unexpected kiss they had shared, Anna had caved to her older sister’s desperate need for physical connection and love on multiple occasions, each time in a similar circumstance as this. To her confusion and chagrin, it was undeniably effective. With a few kisses and gentle touches from Anna, the raging magical energies within Elsa were soothed, her control returning as her emotions turned away from fear and she accepted her sister’s love.
Of course, it was obvious from the first that Elsa wanted more. Discovering the stark, sexual hunger for her which her sister had kept hidden from her had been quite a shock. She still didn’t know how she was supposed to feel about it, or what to do with all her own feelings for this person who she adored above all others. They certainly never spoke about it openly. It had just become this… thing … between them. A secret so tangled and huge that it made Anna sick to her stomach if she thought about it.
After that first time, she’d sworn to herself that it couldn’t happen again. Elsa was lonely and upset. Anna was an idiot. They were sisters, for heaven’s sake! It had to have just been a mistake, one they could both ignore and move on from with time.
And then it had happened again.
And again, two weeks after that.
And it had just kept happening as the days and weeks of summer tripped by in a sunshine drenched haze of inner confusion and turmoil, their friends, Kristoff, and the rest of the castle blissfully ignorant of what was going on. Elsa would be sad and in pain over a new slip in her control, miserable with the weight of her unpredictable powers and the many responsibilities she carried as Queen, and with one look Anna would feel her determination to resist her this time crumble into ash.
Always before, however, it had only ever been a few shared (if admittedly passionate) kisses. Elsa had never protested when Anna withdrew. Rather, she seemed happy to accept what was given, and afterwards they would lapse into cuddles that, if not exactly sisterly in nature, were at least comparatively chaste.
This time felt different. Elsa felt different. More forceful and aggressive with her touch. More passionate and needy than ever before. It wasn’t just her, however. There was a reckless wildness building within Anna as well that she couldn’t explain. It felt a bit like running down a steep hill. Controlled and slow at first, then faster, then faster still until suddenly you realized that you were not in control, had never really been in control, as a matter of fact, and now you were tumbling pell-mell towards disaster.
Oh god. What am I doing?
Anna found that she was grinding and writhing against Elsa, pressing herself wantonly against her sister with her thighs splayed open and her heels hooked into her lower back to give her the leverage she needed. Her dress had fully worked its way up around her hips by now, and therefore it was only the damp, arousal-slicked fabric of her underclothes separating her sensitive center from the rougher fabric of Elsa’s elegant court dress.
“I need to feel you, Anna! Need you here with me. You’re the only one. You’re everything to me. I need to feel all of you… God I love you!” Elsa was saying in-between kisses, her words choked with emotion, repetitive and almost feverish, as though she wasn’t entirely in her right mind.
Anna must not be in her right mind either, because when Elsa reached up to pull the straps of her dress down around he shoulders, ripping the thin fabric in her haste, she didn’t utter a word of protest. Instead, she wiggled in the older girl’s lap, helping her pull the material down to expose her upper body still wrapped in a light, summer corset, her small breasts pushed up and on display for her sister’s hungry eyes to devour.
“ Beautiful ,” Elsa murmured with obvious feeling, her expression shining with awe and lust.
Anna blushed furiously, unable to hide herself in the halo of light coming in from the steadily unthawing window behind her.
“But not enough,” her sister added, and with a suddenness and nonchalance that would have frightened her if it was anyone else, an ice knife appeared in her hand and pricked the bottommost loop of tightly tied laces at the front of her corset, slicing upward with one deft, swift yank.
A breathy exhalation escaped her as the knife went through the stays like they weren’t even there, her undergarment coming apart almost instantly and falling away to land somewhere on the floor, exposing her young breasts fully to the still slightly chill air of the room. Elsa’s eyes gleamed with desire and satisfaction, her own mouth parting with an excited gasp as well as she beheld her.
The full-body shiver which ran through Anna now was not only from the cold air teasing her pale flesh and pink nipples, but also at the thought of just how incredibly sharp that summoned knife must actually be. It was kind of terrifying what her sister could do with her powers when she really put her mind to something. Terrifying and exhilarating at the same time. Without even a gesture from its maker, the knife dissolved into wisps of frost that sizzled away on the air, disappearing as though it had never been.
Anna marveled at the exquisite control Elsa had just unthinkingly displayed over her powers, and at the way she beheld her now, smiling and exultant before her. It was a far cry from how she had been when Anna entered the study just a few minutes earlier. It was almost like she became a totally different person when Anna kissed her. Better. Happy and confident. The way Anna wished her sister always could be, without the constant self-doubt, guilt and fear that caused her to hide herself away from the world.
Then all thoughts were driven straight out of the younger girl’s mind as Elsa captured a nipple in her mouth, sucking and licking her flesh with an eagerness that shouldn’t have been a surprise after everything that they had done together so far, and yet still was.
Elsa is kissing your breasts , her mind inanely pointed out, bewildered. She wished it would shut up.
Elsa. Your sister. Is licking your nipples, and you are letting her!!
Anna’s breaths heaved and she squirmed in Elsa’s lap, panting. Her sister had hold of her hips and ass and was pulling her rhythmically against her, seeming to be encouraging her to move against her again like before, but all Anna could think about was the way her heated mouth felt against her breast. Every lick and suck sent hot tendrils firing straight down between her legs to her clit, making her internal muscles clench with need and a new rush of wet arousal to soak her underclothes.
There was something else that was new this time as well, she noticed with a quiet, alarmed thrill.
Elsa was unique in so many ways. Special. After the entire mess with Prince Hans was settled, Elsa had shared the last of her darkest secrets. She had told Anna about herself, everything about herself, and Anna had immediately recognized her big sister’s internal shame and confusion. She had admitted to being afraid that no one could ever love her as she was, with her rare sexual anatomy making her so different from other girls. She had asked, with tears in her eyes, if Anna found the idea of her unusual body repulsive. Anna had rushed to reassure her, telling her the truth then and reminding her as often as she could since that she was so, so beautiful, and nothing about her could ever change that in the slightest.
Now Anna felt the press of what must be her erection against her, straining against the tented fabric of her dress, and it did anything but repulse her.
“You’re perfect. You’re so fucking perfect, Anna.”
Was she really? Elsa certainly sounded sure of what she was saying, but Anna knew she was far from perfect. A perfect sister wouldn’t be doing this. A perfect sister wouldn’t be enjoying the way it all felt, even while knowing that she shouldn’t be feeling this at all.
“Elsa,” she managed to gasp out, her voice tremulous with confusion, guilt and desire. “We shouldn’t. We should stop… shouldn’t we?”
If she had intended to sound confident and sure, then she had botched it miserably.
Elsa lifted her head from her ravaged breasts and captured her mouth in a harsh, demanding kiss, silencing her protests. She ripped her lips a way and snarled her answer, still grinding Anna firmly against her lap.
“No! You promised me Anna. You promised! I need you… I need you like this. Please. Please don’t push me away. I can feel you. I know you need this too. I’m so tired of being alone and afraid all the time. You’re the only one who could ever love me like this.”
“But… but it’s not… It’s wrong, isn’t it? We’re sisters. It’s…”
She felt Elsa go stiff and still against her as she trailed off in her struggle to find the right words, and belatedly she realized that her pause was only giving Elsa time to imagine the worst.
“I disgust you, don’t I?” Elsa whispered, her musical voice gone frail, her fingers digging into the flesh of Anna’s hips as she nearly choked on the words.
“What? No! No, not that. Never like that. You could never disgust me, Elsa. I love you. I love you so much,” she hurried to reassure her, kissing her cheeks, pressing herself against her with something approaching desperation and capturing her mouth in a kiss that she hoped convinced her of the truth of her words.
No… No no no no NO!
This wasn’t what she had meant to happen. She could feel the ice coming back into the air around them as Elsa interpreted her words and hesitation in the worst possible way.
Elsa’s deep rooted insecurities were not only about her powers, after all, but about her unusual body as well. Anna knew her deepest fear was that she could never truly be loved. It broke Anna’s heart that her sister, so wise and beautiful, kind and good to her people, endlessly supportive to her friends, could ever feel so utterly alone and unlovable when she was anything but.
“I don’t know what I would do if you ever hated me,” Elsa said, pressing their foreheads together as their kiss ended. “I need you too much. We both know it’s true. I’m sorry Anna. I’m sorry I’ve turned us into… this.”
“Stop it. That’s impossible. I could never, never hate you. You have nothing to apologize for. Shhh… I’m here. I’m here for you. Whatever you need, okay?”
Anna cradled her in her arms. It was a strange contrast to be holding the fully clothed Elsa so tight to her warm, naked breasts while her own dress was still hiked up lewdly and her exposed legs and thighs were still wrapped around her. Her skin was damp with sweat, and Elsa was flushed and sweating as well in her more formal court gown.
She had that lost look in her eyes again, threatening to overwhelm her. Without conscious decision, Anne kissed her again, pressing their mouths together with a desire she didn’t want to hide no matter the terrible consequences, not if it meant hurting her. As she tasted her sister’s salty tears on her lips and felt her breath mixing hotly with her own, her earlier arousal returned tenfold.
Whatever she needs. Whatever we need. There is only us right now. Our family is all gone, but I still have her and she still has me. No one else matters. Just Elsa and me. We’re the only thing in the whole world that matters.
With these fervent, dangerous, delirious thoughts swirling around her head like a lustful fog, Anna found herself moving again, unable to hold still with the need building in her. Blindly, she reached down and began pawing at Elsa’s dress, pulling at the damnable fabric that was creating too much of a barrier between them now.
Elsa seemed to be of the same mind, helping her to yank up the long, draping hem of her dress until it was bunched up and out of the way, overflowing the wide arms of the wing backed chair and spilling around them in a cascade of expensive fabric. Words and elegance escaping them both now, they clawed at each other’s clothes as best they could without upsetting their tight embrace too much, neither one willing to stop or slow down to sort out the mad tangle they were making of it all. If they stopped for even a moment, the whole fragile thing could fall apart.
When Anna finally felt the warm flesh of Elsa’s freed erection brush against the palm of her hand, she gasped in surprise, breaking their kiss to look down, needing to see it as well as feel it.
Elsa was so lovely.
She wasn’t sure what she had been expecting. The only comparison she had to draw on was Kristoff, and that was several months ago now and already beginning to grow hazy in her memory. Anna had lost her virginity to her kind-of-fiancé that night, and the experience had been exciting, romantic and fun, if also a bit painful. Kristoff had been so careful and sweet. Despite the pain, having him inside her had made her feel closer to him than she had ever thought possible. Afterwards they had held each other and dreamed up future plans and adventures, talking long into the night. She had been giddy about it in the following days, and eager to experience sex with him again, but perhaps this time without having to worry about her pesky virginity getting in the way of their shared pleasure.
Two days after it had happened, aching to talk about the experience with someone, she had told Elsa all about it in a rush of embarrassed words as they sat alone together in front of the fire after dinner.
She had not expected the furious reaction this had caused. That time Elsa had thrown shards of ice in almost every direction, the projectiles shredding several valuable paintings in the room and shattering a lamp their mother had received years ago as a gift. Elsa had raged, her magic and emotions spiraling chaotically out of control. Anna had been frightened for the first time since the mountain, and the episode had only ended when her sister finally backed her into a corner of the room and kissed her, hard and passionately, right on the mouth for several long, long seconds, while Anna quivered against her and the wall in complete, utter shock.
Then the ice had disappeared and Elsa had stormed out of the room, slamming the door shut behind her without a word of explanation or apology.
That had been the first time they kissed.
The next day, Anna told Kristoff that she thought it might be best if they waited until they were officially married before having sex again.
“Anna!” Elsa gasped, her name seemingly wrenched out of her throat as Anna held her now with soft, gentle hands.
Anna licked her suddenly dry lips, pulled from her memories of her first time and everything that had followed. All hints of magical winter had fled the room entirely, and she was so turned on right now she was afraid she might actually catch fire. Gazing down at her sister’s exposed sex with curiosity and desire, she stroked her gently, exploring the feel of her in her hand and watching with wonder as Elsa shuddered and writhed in immediate reaction, her tense features relaxing into open-mouthed pleasure and her head tilting back against the chair.
All thoughts of Kristoff were scattered from her mind like leaves in the wind.
Her sister had once described her own sexual organs to her in halting, clinical language, both of them blushing through the conversation like the inexperienced young women they were. She had a working penis and testicles like a man, she had explained, but she was not a man. She was a woman, with all the same working parts of a woman as well. People like her were rare but not unheard of, thought to be just around one to three percent of the population in total. Still, there was a stigma around being the way she was, and for someone like Elsa who was already so different, it was just one more thing to set her apart and make her doubt her own value.
Now that Anna could see her, feel her, for herself, she was even more certain that Elsa was crazy to think herself ugly or unlovable in any way.
She had always thought Elsa was stunning, but now she knew every part of her was gorgeous. There was no other way to describe her. A bit smaller than Kristoff, which was no surprise given the fact that on the whole he was bigger than Elsa, but by comparison she was more perfectly formed, even feminine somehow, if that were possible. Her beautiful, erect sex was straining eagerly against Anna’s fingers, and she was surprisingly hot to the touch considering how cold she had been just minutes before. The fair, soft skin sheathing her was as pretty and pink as the rest of Elsa, and Anna weirdly felt a swell of such protective love and affection burn through her as she held her sister so close, so intimately in her hands.
“Please, please Anna…”
She was begging, her eyes rapt upon Anna’s face and expression, searching it with a look of naked need that also carried just the faintest hint of her fear of rejection.
Anna couldn’t let her down. She’d only done this once before, but Anna knew what to do. It was the only thing she could do, after all.
Love her. Accept her. Give her everything and anything she needed.
Her own underclothes had long since been pushed aside and partly torn away in their earlier fumbling. She was already drenched with her own arousal, her body more ready for this than she could have ever thought possible. With a confidence that had to mean she had well and truly lost her mind, she rolled her hips forward and guided her sisters beautiful cock inside her, hissing at the initial tight bump and stretch against her slick opening. She pushed through the minor discomfort and forced her deeper, her depths aching to be filled, a wild part of her reveling in that stretch and the hard, violent heat of Elsa entering her for the first time.
“Ah!” she gasped, the triumphant sound escaping her lips the moment their pelvises pressed together and they were well and truly locked together at last, all possible lines shattered between them forever. Elsa echoed her cry, clutching at her back and quivering in almost every muscle of her body, almost seeming overwhelmed already by just their first connection.
Fleetingly, Anna experience a moment of being outside of her own body, distantly looking down at the scene from somewhere else.
They’d really done it now. She was having sex… Sex! With Elsa. It was wrong. So, so wrong, and yet… it felt so damn good. Amazing, actually, to be filled with her, to feel her around her, inside her, in her arms, in her life again, in her soul as deep and as far as she could possibly go.
Truly nothing separated them now. No closed doors. No summoned storms of ice and snow, or conjured monsters to block their path to one another. Not even societal taboos stood between them anymore.
It was just the two of them, together at last. Never to be parted again. Best friends. Sisters… and now lovers.
“Elsa, oh my god!”
It was all she could say. There were no words for how she felt just then, or for all the crazy thoughts floating through her addled head. There was just the endless feedback loop of love and twisted need that existed between the two of them. Since there were no words, she began to move and… oh god! It made everything even better!
Anna first rocked slowly, experimentally, shivering as she felt Elsa spasm and twitch within her, the hard, thick length of her perfectly placed to press against all her most sensitive places in this position. There was no pain this time, just a feeling of being delightfully stretched, of being filled more and more with every gentle thrust. Elsa began rocking against her as well, slowly at first, aiding her movements with gentle, beautiful gasps of pleasure, her wide eyes locked onto hers as they learned how to move together in this new way.
The look they shared in that moment was unlike any that had ever passed between them before. In Elsa’s eyes she saw many of her own thoughts and feelings reflected, the strongest of which was a total, unshakeable love.
Elsa… Elsa… Elsa!
Her clit pressed with perfect, glorious pressure against Elsa’s pelvis each time she bottomed out and ground against her, and a sensitive, tingling patch of pleasure inside was deliciously and firmly rubbed every time she withdrew. The stretching vaguely reminded her of her first time and was familiar, but all of the other sensations she was feeling were gloriously new. Gaining confidence as her pleasure rose and expanded with every moment, she steadily increased the intensity of her movements, grabbing hold of Elsa’s shoulders to steady herself and kissing her hungrily, unable to handle the look in Elsa’s eyes for a moment longer.
The wet sounds of their flesh coming together began to fill the room with the unmistakable, carnal sounds of sex. Anna’s stomach fluttered and her spine arched as she moved with animalistic intensity, rolling her hips faster and faster as their joined pleasure built to something almost painful, a burning heat filling her loins as Elsa slipped out and back in to her with increasing speed and confidence, her sex sliding easily now into Anna’s warm, wet heat.
It was like they had been perfectly created to fit together like this, each with interlocking parts just waiting to be clicked together. Elsa was just long enough to bump gently against an intensely sensitive spot deep within her when they slammed together with enough force, and just wide enough to create a perfect friction and stretch at her tender opening.
Their bodies fit and moved together like it was meant to be.
She was moaning audibly, she realized, mostly naked in her sisters arms with her sex wetly thrusting into her over and over, the sound emerging from her throat low, and devilishly wanton, and something she had certainly never heard from herself before. The feel of her sister’s embroidered dress pressing and scraping against her naked skin and sensitive nipples was also weirdly, intensely erotic, especially when combined with the sounds of Elsa’s panting breaths in her ear and the knowledge of how incredibly wrong what they were doing was.
She would worry about the wrongness later. There would be plenty of time for guilt afterwards.
Elsa shifted in the chair and pressed forward into her, leaning her back slightly, this new position changing the angle of her thrusts and allowing her hungry mouth to reach the younger girl’s breasts once again. First kissing the tip of one nipple affectionately, she then turned to suck the other one with a hard, fierce pressure that sent an aching lance of pleasure straight from Anna’s breast to her already twitching and overstimulated clit.
Anna cried out again, wriggling against her in helpless distress as the pleasure began to overtake her whole body, begging her without words to slow down, but it seemed Elsa was not about to let her pull away. She pressed her even further back, holding her steady with her arms while continuing to grind her hips upwards with wild, desperate thrusts between Anna’s widely parted thighs, their mixed lubrication coming together to make a glorious mess of their remaining small clothes and the plush cushion of the study chair beneath them.
Neither cared nor noticed.
Elsa lifted her mouth from Anna’s breast with a wild gasp, their eyes meeting again for another moment that seemed to stretch whole lifetimes.
Despite the firestorm building within her nerves, and the sharp edges of the sounds in the room fading as blood began to rush through her ears, Anna couldn’t tear her eyes away from her sister’s gaze. Elsa’s face was flushed and unguarded. She was in total disarray. Wisps of her blond hair were escaping her single braid, and other feathery strands were plastered to her temples with sweat, but the look in her eyes was brilliant and alive with purpose. She seemed to see all of Anna in that moment all at once. Anna would have felt embarrassed to be so… seen … like this, in the state she was currently in, were it not also for the total, complete and utter devotion she saw shining there within the depths of her sister’s eyes.
Elsa pressed her mouth against Anna’s ear, her other movements never stopping as Anna shook and gasped in her arms.
“ Anna… I… I need you. I’ve always needed you, ” Elsa panted with a hoarse whisper, her thrusts growing a bit more ragged, the hard, hot length of her driving Anna ever closer to her own end as they sped towards their great and disasterous climax together.
“Don’t you understand? I need you like this… It has to be this way. I need you to be mine.”
Sparks were gathering in the edges of her vision, her thoughts going blank and crazed as Elsa finished her whispered confession in her ear and thrust hard against her, fucking deep into her now with a possessive, passionate desperation that felt mad, insane, just wrong and completely unhinged and yet so, so good and perfect and wonderful and right at the same time.
With a broken, gasping cry, Anna came in her sister’s arms, her whole body trembling and shivering as the waves of forbidden pleasure crested and broke within her. Shuddering against her, her hands gripping her so tight it would have been painful but for the erotic storm of pleasure she was already feeling, Elsa came apart as well, following her into oblivion. She felt the hot, warm pulse of her seed spending inside her over the course of several long, delirious seconds, the feeling only increasing and amplifying her own orgasm further.
This was new, too, she realized. Kristoff had been such a considerate gentlemen. He had pulled out well beforehand, neither one of them eager to risk a pregnancy before marriage.
Elsa twitched inside her again, her teeth pressing hard against Anna’s shoulder, and she felt another splash of heat fill her loins. She was so obscenely wet and sticky between her legs, and Elsa was still filling her up and stretching her, but it felt almost normal now.
It felt nice.
She snuggled her face against Elsa’s neck and focused on remembering how to breath, her limbs still tingling all the way down to the tips of her fingers and toes, the real world around them a hazy and distant thing.
It didn’t matter. Nothing felt real. She was boneless, collapsed and weightless in Elsa’s arms, both of them now sprawled and entangled together in the wide, cushioned chair as their breaths and heart rates slowed. With a note of distant amusement, she realized it hardly mattered that Elsa was still nearly fully clothed and the ridiculous lengths of her dress were piled around them in a cocoon of royal purple fabric. She had never felt closer to her sister than in this moment. Anna felt like they had each crawled into each other’s skin and taken up residence there.
With that thought she realized that Elsa was still inside her, though she was slowly softening now that their passion had been spent. After another few moments as they just breathed together and held each other, Elsa’s now sex-slicked, soft and delicate cock finally slipped out of her, and Anna felt the wet rush of their fluids dripping down her labia to stain the poor chair cushion even more.
It was such a strange, unusual sensation that she shifted awkwardly in Elsa’s arms and blushed, suddenly overwhelmed with the realization of what had just happened.
Somehow, almost like a splash of cold water on her face, that wetness dripping out of her in a flood made it all extremely real. It was very real, very tangible evidence of what they had done. They had just had sex – real sex – and it couldn’t very well be denied when her sisters seed was still sitting warm and low in her belly, and dripping hot from her freshly ravaged sex.
Tears started to fill her eyes unbidden. She was filled with the urge to get up and run from the room, while at the same time wanting nothing more than to hide in the safety of Elsa’s arms forever.
“Elsa… What have we done?” she managed finally, settling on the latter impulse and hiding her face even further against her sister’s neck and shoulder.
She felt warm hands stroke soothing circles against her back as the older girl tried to calm her, but she could also feel the tension in her arms, and could hear the uncertainty and worry in her voice when she finally answered.
“It will be okay. I promise.”
Little comfort that was. Anna had told her the same thing earlier when she first entered the room and all she had wanted was to make Elsa feel safe and secure. Now nothing felt safe or secure, and placating words couldn’t possibly fix it.
“I love you, Anna.”
A hint of fear. A tensing of the slim arms holding her. Just as always before, Anna was helpless to resist the quiet plea for salvation she sensed in her sister’s words.
Her sister needed her.
“I love you too.”
… No matter the price.