Chapter 2: You Can Have It All

Elsa and Kristoff jumped apart, their arms still around in each other. Elsa's flushed and very kissed mouth fell open in horror. "Anna..." she choked.

The look of shock was only just beginning to fade from her little sister's teal eyes. "Am I... interrupting something?" Her tone was too painfully ambiguous. Was she angry? She should be, had every right to be. She had just walked in on her older sister, her Queen, openly kissing her lover. As such, Elsa disentangled herself from Kristoff's arms and threw herself at Anna's feet, pleading for mercy.

"I have given in to my temptation! I desire your lover, my sister, and it feels me with such shame! Please forgive me for my lust, and I will never come between you again!"

But Anna was now leveling Elsa with a look that could only be described as... sympathetic. "Elsa..." she asked calmly. "Are you envious of what I have with Kristoff? Do you long for that yourself?"

It was a question that Elsa had considered for herself over the years, and always dismissed as a lost dream. How could a man love a monster with powers such as hers? The debacle with Hans had only added a new layer to this question: would anyone want Elsa for her, and not for her throne and the power behind it? Elsa did not think such a man existed. Even so, Elsa answered. "Well... yes. But it was worse than that, because I do not just desire a man. I desire your man. And this is a great sin."

"Have you ever heard of sharing?" Anna postulated suddenly, her eyes twinkling.

The blood rushed into Elsa's ears as she realized: could Anna truly be suggesting what she thought she was suggesting? Anna's smile only grew, until it became almost wicked. "Come with me." And taking Elsa by the hands, Anna helped the Queen to her feet, leading them back to Anna's room. Kristoff lumbered behind, a curious grin on his face.

After all three had entered the Princess's private residence, Anna turned and sat down on the edge of the bed. She gestured between Elsa and Kristoff. "Well, go on. Kiss," she commanded. "Delight me."

Elsa's mouth dropped open, only just before a heavy-lidded Kristoff took her in his arms and pressed his lips against hers. Mouth already parted, Kristoff's tongue swam into Elsa's maw with no resistance, and she let out an unsure, tiny whimper in the back of her throat.

Elsa felt warm, burly hands slide about her slim waist and pull her flush up against a toned chest. Pretty soon, she was clutching the fabric of Kristoff's tunic in her fists and returning the kiss. Out of the corner of her eye, she nearly fell over when she saw Anna with her legs spread, one hand inside herself, panting with excitement.

"Touch each other!" she commanded.

Kristoff's one hand immediately gripped the curvy flesh of Elsa's buttocks, the other moved to squeeze her breast. "Mmmhmmmmm..." Elsa squirmed in delight, tilting her mouth so as to deepen their kiss, even as her wrist snapped forward to cup Kristoff between his legs. Awkwardly, she began to pump him through his pants and was satisfied by the guttural growl that vibrated from Kristoff's mouth to hers.

"That's it... more... more..." Anna was moaning.

Kristoff raised Elsa's leg to his hip, sweeping it around his waist. Elsa climbed Kristoff's body like a tree, the kiss becoming more involved, passionate. Their mouths nearly disappeared, as the Queen and Ice Master resolved to swallow each other's faces whole. Now hands were beginning to find articles of clothing and tug. Elsa shrugged over the bodice of her ice dress, so that her peaked breasts hung free; when Kristoff struggled to undress her, she simply waved her dress away with her magic. It was not so easy to unwrap Kristoff, and more than a few times, Elsa ripped the fabric in her haste to disrobe him.

Now stark naked, the couple fell back onto Anna's bed, Elsa on top of Kristoff, their kissing now only broken by Anna. With amazement, Elsa saw that her baby sister was also now only clothed in the beauty she had been born with.

"My turn." And flipping Kristoff so that she was now under him, Anna guided the Ice Master to her entrance. Kissing her sweetly, Kristoff slid inside. Elsa whined plaintively, kneading her own breasts as she finally got to watch - and not just hear - her sister and Kristoff making love. Squirming her head away from their kiss so that Kristoff's lips could attack her neck, Anna shot Elsa a look. "You can help too, you know."

"H... how?" Elsa moaned. Then, looking upon the glorious view of Kristoff's buttocks undulating, she answered her own question. A crazy idea fell into her head.

Waving her head, Elsa conjured and grew for herself a phallus, made entirely of ice. Lining herself up with Kristoff's arse cheeks, she slammed herself into the space between. To her immense satisfaction, she heard Kristoff let out a yelp.

"Holy cats, what is that? That's cold!"

Elsa bent over him to whisper in his ear. "It's ice. Do you like it taking you in the arse?"

Kristoff groaned pathetically. "Dear Arendelle, woman! Yes! You are amazing!"

Grinning, her eyes rolling into the back of her skull, Elsa began to furiously hump Kristoff from behind. The chill of her icy organ and the furious thrusting of her ministrations vibrated along Kristoff's entire body, spurring him to pound in Anna that much harder and faster, until Anna herself felt the trembles. "Oh, Gods, Elsa! Whatever you're doing, keep doing it!" the Princess wailed.

"Harder, faster, Elsa, please!" Kristoff begged.

"Kristoff... I'm so close..." Anna nearly wept.

"Kristoff... Kristoff... oh, Kristoff!" Elsa panted.

"Oh, Anna," Kristoff sighed. "Now... right now..."

Elsa's ice phallus was nearly melted, but she had just enough in her to furiously give Kristoff another weak slam, two. Kristoff rammed down into Anna once more, and then -

"OHHHHH!" There were no words to describe the pleasure that crashed over the Queen, the Princess and the Ice Master, almost at the exact same time. Their brains turned to mush, so that they could not even search around for the name they wanted to scream to the heavens, or which name they could say. The last of Elsa's icy male organ melted away, and after rubbing her maidenhead furiously against Kristoff's buttocks to ride through her orgasm, she collapsed against him. This created a domino effect as Kristoff crumpled against Anna, and the three lovers entwined their naked, sweaty bodies together.

Anna kissed Kristoff. Elsa kissed Kristoff. And then, before either of them thought about it, Anna and Elsa - the sisters - kissed each other. The taste of each other's lips was so sweet, that the intimate embrace left both women in shock, so that they drew away after only a moment. Then, little by little, both royal sisters weakly smiled, before turning to smile at their shared lover between them.

And with that, Anna and Elsa and Kristoff fell asleep in each other arms.