A/N: So I'm getting sick of fics that show Anna traipsing around the castle while Elsa does all the work. She might not be queen, but she still has responsibilities to the kingdom!

Either way, I wanted to start an actual story. I think I found some personal headcannon I can actually stick with, so here goes. There's gonna be a lot of fluff. And smut. I get sidetracked. I'd apologize, but everyone should enjoy it just as much as I do, so no complaining. Plus, dom Anna in incredibly fun to write!

Non-AU, Set 4 years after the movie.

I don't own these characters.

"If we are always arriving and departing, it is also true that we are eternally anchored. One's destination is never a place but rather a new way of looking at things." - Henry Miller

Anna couldn't sleep.

It had been an issue, lately. With how tired she was, she should have passed out hours before. If she were being completely honest with herself, she would have had to admit that she was utterly exhausted. It wasn't her fault – not really. Her sister had finally managed to fine-tune her powers, and the woman was very happy to put them to good use.

The princess groaned at the thought. Who knew that there were so many uses for ice? She didn't think there was a single room in the castle that was sacred any longer. If your queen wants to accost you in a broom closet every time she sees you, you go along with it. You don't say no to your queen. An order's an order.

Not like she minded too terribly much. And so what if Anna was the one who sought out the contact more often than not? She had a figure to maintain, she could definitely use the exercise. Plus her sister wielded magic. Elsa honestly wasn't one to think outside the box when it came to her powers, but Anna had an incredibly active imagination.

And a lot of fetishes.

A lot.

Thank the gods her sister wasn't a prude. That would've made things complicated. This way things were much better. They were fun.

Plus, it was just so satisfying to push Elsa to the brink. She so intensely wanted to see her sister lose control, and she desperately wanted to be the cause. She wanted to see the look in her sister's eyes as her hands sung melodies across her body, as she played her like a finely tuned piano. She wanted to revel in the moment the older woman shuddered against her, breath frosting in the air, cracks of ice splintering across the ground. She relished the thought of Elsa, her Elsa, throwing her head back and summoning her demons with screams of ecstasy, invoking the icy tempest. She wanted to release the storm inside her sister, to break her resolve like shards of glass. She wanted to set her free.

Oh yes.

It was good to have a dream.

In the meantime though, sleep would have been a great substitute.

She leaned back against the headboard of her bed, sighing in frustration. She stretched, her muscles rippling under smooth, naked skin. She pulled the blanket up to cover herself, then tried to close her eyes for a time, but her brain was in overdrive. There was no help for it. It was almost dawn, regardless. Elsa would have to be up soon, and they both had meetings to attend.

She looked down at the pale, naked mess of hair and skin and body snuggled up against her thigh and smiled deeply. Her sister had sleepily whined when she got up to grab a few folders off of her desk earlier, and as soon as she sat back down her leg was placed in a vice grip.

The older woman ended up curling around her entire leg to the point where it was starting to go numb. Anna just smiled softly and ran her hand through the pale blonde locks. She knew that Elsa was fiercely protective of her little sister, and Anna preferred it that way.

In this case, protective also meant possessive, but Anna beat out her sister in that department. In spades. Who didn't want to get with a queen? Hells, she certainly did. She figured that if the woman – her sister - was able to entice her, than everyone else in the kingdom didn't stand a chance. The queen's demeanor was riveting, she caught your eye and kept it. She could silence a room with a glance. Her presence was more than just the allure of her magic. She didn't just command her powers, she commanded respect.

And fuck it was provocative.

She traced the outline of the faint freckles on her older sister's arm with her fingertips. It was just a light dusting along her collar and across her shoulders, unlike Anna's own. Hers covered just about everything. If there was a nook in her body, there was bound to be a cluster of the damned things. She thought hers were, frankly, ridiculous. But she had come to terms with her body long ago, and she was perfectly content with the figure she was given.

Her sister, though?

Elsa knew she was attractive. Only damn blonde in the family, thanks to her powers. She could wield her looks to her advantage. He confidence and demeanor were like a knife under your skin. To Anna, she was a goddess. She was completely devoted. Elsa was to be held in the highest reverence. She was to be idolized, worshiped.

Defiled.

She was never very good at being pious.

Elsa's entire body shuddered, her mind creeping awake to the ghostly touch of her sister's fingers. Anna smile softly down at the woman. "Rise and shine, beautiful."

Elsa shrugged her shoulder, forcing Anna's hand to the side. "Tickles. Stoppit."

The younger sister let out a breathy laugh, but obliged the command and weaved her fingers into the elder woman's messy hair. Elsa let out a small sigh of contentment.

"You really do have to get up. Sunrise is in a bit."

Elsa looked up from her comfy spot against her sister's leg and mumbled, "Why're you even awake?"

"Couldn't sleep."

She motioned to the papers along the other side of the bed. Elsa frowned. "Pretty sure that's my job." She yawned, looking over the folders. "Are those the Ljung correspondence letters?"

"Yeah, about that. Elsa... love. This deal they're offering is crap, and you know it. I don't know why you're taking it."

Elsa laughed sleepily. "It'll make the church mad."

Anna gave her sister a look, and Elsa responded by rolling her eyes slightly. "I've offered to buy their lumber at a premium for the next few years, and they've entitled us to one-third of their entire annual output. I'm creating an unanticipated scarcity for most of the region."

"...and?"

A yawn. Elsa shook her head, waking up a little more. "And the Tveit family has offered our house a steep discount on paper if we can directly supply him with the lumber they need. He also offered us a portion of his profits if we finance a new printing house."

Anna raised an eyebrow. "A portion of the profits? Henrik Tveit is in an lucrative business right now. How much are we looking at?"

"Twenty-two percent flat for two years if we build the printing house with absolutely no interest. Nine percent otherwise."

Anna whistled. "So you build him a factory for free and we get a gigantic chunk? What's the catch?"

Elsa shrugged, a bit sleepily, but continued, "Not much of one. He's desperate. The banks in Arendelle don't have the money to finance an operation as large as he wants to this to be, and all of the foreign banks will slaughter him on interest. Plus, he apparently owed Dad a few favors."

Anna looked at the notes and scrunched her eyes. She picked up a pen and started writing, scribbling quickly. Elsa leaned over her leg to look on, interested. Finally, Anna finished.

"Assuming his output grows from his current operation – wait, is he closing his original shop?"

Elsa shook her head. The younger sister crossed out a few lines, then scrawled a few more. "Okay, assuming his growth rate stays the same- and we both know the demand is enormous, so that's apt to change for the better – we're looking at an output of six millions soverns per year. That leaves us with just over a million in profits, assuming we take the twenty-two percent option. How much is the factory going to cost?"

"Normally about three hundred thousand. But with the lumber we'll have from this deal and with our existing discount with the carpenters guild, it'll cut the cost in half. More than half, actually."

Anna looked impressed. "No wonder the church is going to be mad, their own printing operation will probably go under. Prices on lumber will go way up due to the scarcity."

Her older sister made a face. "Not something I'm incredibly proud of, to be honest."

A light bulb went off in Anna's head. "Do you think we could buy a larger percentage of lumber from the Ljung kingdom?"

Elsa shrugged. "Probably, why?"

"Sell the leftover lumber to the church."

The older sister's brain wracked through the scenarios, "We won't be able to sell it for too much over cost. They won't be able to afford it. We'd barely make a profit."

"But if we keep them in business, the Tviet family has a direct competitor. Prices would go up."

"So we'd get a small increase in funds from the lumber sale, but our biggest increase will come from the direct paper sales and our percentage cut? That's genius."

Anna gave her sister a lopsided smile. "You could probably sell some of the lumber to the guilds for regular construction projects around the city, as well. They hate dealing with the Ljung kingdom and would probably love to pay our house more if it meant they didn't have to jump through hoops."

"True. Hmmm...I'm going to be dealing with tax collections all day today. You mind meeting with the guild masters and see how they might feel about a deal?"

Anna grimaced. She hated tax season."Sure. I have some free time after I meet with the master weaponsmith this afternoon."

Elsa snuggled back into the crook between her sister's thigh and the bed, laughing to herself. "Weapons, huh?"

"I'm commissioning a blade."

Elsa pressed her smirk into soft skin. "You always did love pointy things."

Anna sighed mockingly. "So I can't make icicles out of thin air, sue me. Plus, my swordsmanship's gotten pretty good."

Elsa nodded. More than pretty good. In the years since the Thaw, her little sister had found out she was a natural at swordplay, and could probably give most of the palace guards a run for their money. "I'm all for it. Having a decent weapon isn't a bad idea. Not like you'll ever need to use it, if I can help it."

Anna grinned. "You can't always be at my side, love."

Elsa pushed herself up so she was sitting side-by-side with her sister and grinned. "Wanna bet?"

Anna matched the grin and leaned in for a kiss, which the queen happily returned. After pulling back, the younger woman smiled. "I wish you could. My days would be so much better."

The queen nodded, about to make a reply, when a knock pounded on the door. A muffled voice followed shortly.

"Your Royal Highness, are you there?"

The princess sighed, wondering why someone would be coming to her door this early. She raised her voice to answer, "Yes, is everything all right?"

"My apologies for waking you, but have you seen Her Majesty? Some mail has been delivered that she may be interested in."

It was Elsa's turn to sigh. Anna rolled her eyes and mumbled, "Told you we should've gone back to your room."

The queen rose from the bed and motioned for Anna to cover herself. She quickly summoned an icy dress for herself and walked to the door, opening it widely. In the back of her mind, she prayed that Anna was completely covered. "Yes, Kai?"

The man's eyes grew large, and he managed to stumble out, "I, I – Your Majesty! I, ah, didn't expect, uh..." He blinked multiple times. "What I, ah, mean to say, is-"

Elsa's laugh chimed through the air. "Out with it."

Kai managed to compose himself. "Ah, yes ma'am, sorry ma'am. There's a letter that just arrived from Corona for you." He handed over the document.

She grabbed it, checking the seal. It was unopened. She smiled. "Thank you. Will that be all?"

The steward nodded and bowed deeply. "Yes ma'am. Good day, Your Majesty." He turned towards the room, dipping his head in Anna's direction. "Your Highness."

Elsa closed the door and bounded back to the bed. Anna was practically giddy. "A letter from Rapunzel?"

"Looks like."

Elsa peeled back the wax seal and read through the document quickly. Anna rested her head in the crook of her sister's neck and red the document over her shoulder. Her eyebrows furrowed. "A summons?"

Elsa nodded absentmindedly. "Mmm. To the the both of us."

"But it's the middle of winter!"

"Looks like the the Southern Isles wants to challenge one of the trade provisions in the Treaty of Lethka. What a pain."

"That's huge. Don't all kingdoms need a representative for a treaty revision?"

Her sister nodded. "Most. The smaller houses don't need to send anyone if they don't want to, but in order for a hearing to take place, they're going to need at least twelve of the major houses to make an appearance."

Anna leaned into her sister and wrapped her arms around her waist, getting as close as possible. She finished skimming the document. "Well it won't be too bad, looks like. Rapunzel says there will be a festival going on for the week we'll be there."

Elsa smiled. "You'll love it."

Anna scoffed into her sister's neck. "Are you kidding? That many kingdoms together in one place? You're single, Elsa. Well, publicly at least. Men are going to be all over you." She made a face.

"That doesn't mean I have to pay attention to them, love."

Anna placed small kisses on her sister's bare shoulder. "I'll fend them off."

Elsa leaned into the touch. "Oh?"

The princess reached up to touch the queen's breasts, lightly thumbing over her nipples. She smiled into her kisses as the flesh immediately reacted. "Oh, indeed."

Elsa mumbled something incoherent and Anna laughed to herself, a wicked smile on her lips. "Oh, sister mine. The only one who gets to touch you is me."

She bit down and received an appreciative moan. Anna nursed the skin playfully, forming a light bruise next to the few others already trailing down the queen's neckline.

Elsa groaned, "Damn you, Anna. I'm going to have to wear high-necked tops for a week."

Her younger sister placed a light kiss on the tender skin and smirked. "A week? You underestimate me."

Elsa grinned, then looked outside and frowned. "We need to be out of here soon, snowflake."

She pulled her sister's head back by her pale hair and crushed her lips to Elsa's. Her hands wandered, groping and touching. Her older sister moaned, loudly. Anna's large grin was sinful.

Elsa pulled back a bit. "Anna, we-"

Her lips were assaulted again, the kiss deepening further. Hands were everywhere. Elsa thought about fighting it, but gave up, melting into the warm sensations. Anna felt her sister's resistance crumble and purred, her chest rumbling against Elsa's back.

She released the kiss and her older sister moaned at the loss of contact.

"We'll leave when I'm done with you, love."

Elsa's groan was all the encouragement she needed.