Disclaimer: Too crazy town it, too lazy to try. So don't sue!

A/N: This is heavily AU with a lot of fantasy elements such as faeries. Elsa is the Faerie Queen of Winter, Anna is Elsa's consort, not her sister. This was originally going to be a one-shot, but plot is happening, apparently. XD Enjoy!

Dedication: I dedicate this to Requ! After all that sweet wonderful torture of "A Formal Arrangement," I was feeling so sympathetic to Elsa's sexual frustration, I had to write some smut between them! XD If you haven't read "A Formal Arrangement," OMG GO DO IT RIGHT NOW!

WARNING: There will be some total self-indulgent HAWT lesbian smut in this story. You've been warned. Don't like it, don't read it. Oh, and again, they aren't sisters, so no incest.

The Queen's Consort

Night settled over the kingdom of Arendelle, the northern lights glimmering off the Ice Palace of Winter nestled in the base of the Arendelle Mountains. Though the hand of Spring was beginning to settle over the peaceful kingdom, the Ice Palace and the mountains harboring it remained ever encased in Winter's gentle hand, blanketing it in snow. The Faerie Queen of Winter sat at her desk of ice in her study deep within the frozen walls, pouring over document after document of investment offers from Queen Summer, requests from Queen Autumn to let the fall extend a little longer into the year before the leaves changed, and demands from Queen Spring to stop killing off her perennials with such cold winters. The queen stopped when she saw yet another kindly drafted letter from the other faerie queen, and a small smile splayed across her lips. Queen Spring was the youngest of the Faerie Queens, still petulant and demanding as ever. Elsa bit her lower lip to stop a laugh from bubbling up in her throat as she read the letter.

My Dear Queen Elsa,

It is with a heavy heart that I must inform you that my fragile bleeding hearts have yet again not survived your lovely but harsh winter. Please stop.

With Love,

Queen Spring

Truth be told, at this point the murdering of innocent bleeding hearts was practically a running joke between them. When Elsa was younger she couldn't control her powers as well as her mother and accidentally made winters quite a lot more harsh than was strictly necessary. Such was usually the case with new queens. Droughts and blizzards were fairly commonplace with new queens. She'd since learned how to make less intense winters, but she got a kick out of how petulant Spring became upon seeing her poor, wilted bleeding hearts. She set it aside, but then immediately sighed in irritation when she saw a letter from Queen Rapunzel. She knew what it said without reading it. The humans bordering Rapunzel's kingdom were constantly on the brink of some war or another, and Rapunzel, her distant cousin and the Faerie Queen of Daylight, was sending a request to be under Arendelle's protection. Not that she could blame Rapunzel. She had every reason to fear power-hungry humans.

She set Rapunzel's letter in her "reply soon" pile, then looked at the next letter. A platinum eyebrow shot up when she saw that the letter was sealed with a blood red kiss of lipstick. Her cheeks flushed at an alarming rate. Her gloved hands immediately began quivering with anticipation as she slowly opened the letter. Though there were few words on the parchment, it was enough to light a fire in the queen's core.

My Dear Elsa,

I long to touch your porcelain skin.

I crave the sweet song of ecstasy from your lips when I claim your body for my own.

Come for me tonight, My Queen?

With Love,

Your Ever Adoring Admirer

She knew very well who it was from, but that only made the internal reaction all the more sweet. It didn't seem to matter how many times her consort did things like this, her body always had powerful reactions to her lover's advances. The Daughter of Queen Summer was deceptively seductive, despite her comparative sexual innocence before their wedding. But then, the Daughters of Summer (as well as Queen Summer herself) always had a reputation for being unstoppable seductresses. Such was probably the nature of summer. It was such a carefree season, even more so than spring. Spring was on a constant mission to perpetuate life, but summer? Summer had always held possibly the most important role in the kingdoms of any of the seasons: the ability to bring happiness. Elsa certainly knew she hadn't known such happiness before falling hopelessly in love with Anna. The Faerie Consorts of Summer also held some of the most powerful positions in the kingdoms because of their unique abilities. They were coveted by all; none more than Elsa coveted Anna. Anna, her consort, her love, her life. Her Anna. A small sigh of happiness slipped from her lips as she stared dreamily at the letter.

As if on cue, warm hands suddenly slid down her chest, settling over her breasts and gently cupping them. With one sweep of talented thumbs over her nipples, Elsa's vocabulary was instantly reduced to a whimper of desire. She arched into her lover's hands with a groan and her eyes rolled shut of their own accord.

"Elsa," Anna purred in the queen's ear, "you work too hard, my love."

Sweet Goddess of the Seasons, only Anna could say her name and make it sound like her mouth was making love to every letter. It was downright indecent. Not that the Daughters of Summer concerned themselves too much with what was "indecent." Obviously. But what did Elsa care? They were married and she could do whatever she wanted to this beautiful creature. Well, Anna could do whatever she wanted with Elsa, as it were. Sometimes Elsa felt like she was just along for the ride, holding on for dear life to this demanding lover she'd somehow acquired. She wasn't entirely sure what Anna saw in her, but she tried not to over-analyze it. A Daughter of Summer had chosen her for as her lover, and that was good enough for Elsa.

"I n-need to f-finish . . ." Elsa tried, but she couldn't seem to finish her sentence, let alone paperwork. Her fingernails dug into the desk through her gloves, causing the glimmer of the northern lights to light up the changing ice crystals.

"Mmm indeed you do," Anna crooned, sliding her hands down Elsa's arms. Elsa's breath caught in her throat when her lover began slowly peeling off her gloves. Elsa wasn't at all sure how her lover managed that, but she was too distracted to put too much thought into it. On their wedding night, Anna had begun the process of stripping the queen with her gloves, and ever since, it seemed to be a theme with them. Probably because it never ceased to turn the Snow Queen into a puddle. Anna enjoyed the control she had over the Queen of Winter a little too much. It may have been disturbing if Elsa gave a damn in the slightest.

When the queen's hands were stripped bare, Anna brought Elsa's wrist up and began trailing lips over the sensitive veins. "You've read my letter. Why haven't you come for me yet, My Queen?"

Elsa swallowed hard. It was more than a little difficult to articulate proper answers when Anna was doing anything remotely erotic to her. But when she was doing something like that, something the damned seductress knew was such a weakness of Elsa's, it was bordering on cruel of Anna to ask anything to which she expected answers.

"I . . . w-was finishing . . ." she started, but her words utterly failed her when Anna began darkening the skin of Elsa's bare wrist with her mouth.

'Oh gods she's giving me a hickie . . .!' Elsa's scrambled brain thought, almost indignant, but aroused more than anything.

She tried to pull her wrist back, but Anna only tightened her grip and didn't pull away until she was good and done.

"Mmm much better," she hummed, her eye vibrant and full of possession and lust and everything that always had Elsa going weak at the knees. "I like showing you off to the other Daughters of Summer," Anna continue in that same maddeningly seductive voice. "I love showing them just how much I pleasure my queen. I love reminding them the Queen of Winter is mine."

"A-Anna . . ." Elsa tried again, but whatever she was going to say (did it matter? Did she even care at this point?) was cut off when the redhead began hauling her out of her study.

Their footsteps sang in the cool halls of the Ice Palace as they began hustling to their bedroom. They passed a couple of Dream Faeries who were flitting about, giving pleasant dreams to servants, but other than the castle was blessedly empty. But even passing Dream Faeries had been almost too much for poor Elsa's nerves. It was obvious, so painfully obvious just where Anna was dragging her and just what she was going to do with her when they got there. Elsa could only hope her subjects wouldn't respect her less if they could see the look of complete, hopeless desire on their queen's face in that moment. Dream Faeries were quite good secret keepers, but still. The Snow Queens had a reputation of conservative propriety to keep up. Though Anna seemed quite determined to destroy that carefully constructed reputation.

As soon as they reached their bedroom, Elsa once again forgot whatever the hell it was she'd been thinking about. The instant the door slammed shut, the Daughter of Summer was upon her, tormenting her with those impossibly soft red lips. Elsa's back hit the door as her wife pushed forward, and warm hands covered her breasts. Elsa wasn't at all sure how her dress was suddenly pulled high enough for Anna's thigh to be pressed between her legs, but then, she also wasn't sure how they'd made it back to the bedroom either.

"Anna . . .!" she groaned out her lover's name, clenching at the soft red silk of Anna's nightgown. Her head fell backward, hitting the door with a soft thud. Anna immediately leaned forward and latched onto Elsa's newly exposed neck, causing the queen to go weak at the knees. It unfortunately also pushed Anna's thigh harder against her burning core, making her need all the worse. Anna had an uncanny (and somewhat terrifying) knack for knowing exactly what made the queen's iron control unravel. It just wasn't fair.

With a growl bordering on ravenous, Elsa suddenly grabbed her wife's waist and pushed her backward, causing the redhead to fall back on the bed with a light laugh. The laugh faded into a groan when she saw the look Elsa was giving her. The queen knew this was what Anna was hoping for, and Elsa was tired of trying to stay in control. To the Nine Hells with propriety and control. She was quite sure since their wedding night, there was no doubt in any of her servants minds that the Snow Queen of Winter had very little restraint, control, or propriety in relation to all things involving Anna. But she knew her wife preferred it this way, so she did her best to oblige Anna's "exotic" tastes. Not only did it add to Anna's desirable reputation as one of the Daughters of Summer, but it also served as a reminder that the Queen of Winter, though frigid, was still a faerie with a heart. And she most certainly felt more for Anna than she ever cared to admit to anyone other than Anna.

As the queen walked toward her wife, the pale blue snow dress she wore evaporated into nothingness, and a moment later her hands were violently tearing off the redhead's nightgown. The instant the silk cloth fell to the floor, Elsa was on her, pressing their lips together in a kiss borne of desperation. A deep covetousness took hold of the queen, demanding that she mark this wonderful creature as her own, demanding that she show all the kingdom that Anna, the youngest Daughter of Summer, was hers. She burned a trail of kisses down to Anna's neck, humming her approval when the other tilted her chin to allow easier access. Elsa latched on with her teeth, her mind drunk with power and possessiveness as she marked her wife.

Elsa was so wrapped up in the bite she nearly yelped when clever fingers suddenly slid between her legs. Her hips jerked forward into the touch and both of them groaned from the needy action.

"Oh gods, Elsa . . ." Anna gasped when her fingertips began teasing the queen's opening. "So wet for me . . ."

Elsa may have been embarrassed by how wet she was if she weren't already so far gone to give a damn. She at last pulled away from Anna's poor tortured neck to study her handiwork. She growled in approval when she saw the dark bite mark on her wife's neck.

"Mine," she murmured, subconsciously licking her lips.

Anna's lips curved into an incredibly self-satisfied smile, but there was a dangerous glint in her eyes that had the queen's heart hammering in her chest. Then she was suddenly pinned beneath the redhead before she even remembered having moved.

"Yours?" Anna whispered, nibbling the queen's earlobe. Elsa whimpered and her entire body trembled in anticipation. "I claimed you, my Queen. All the Daughters of Summer wanted you - the virgin Queen of Winter. But it was I who won your heart, it was I who took your virginity, and it was I who gave you mine."

At some point Elsa realized her wrists were pinned above her head, held down by one of Anna's hands. But she forgot when two probing fingers suddenly slid inside her slick entrance. She arched into Anna with a groan probably loud enough for half the palace to hear, but she didn't care. She secretly hoped they did. She wanted them to know the kind of power Anna had over her.

"Anna please . . .!" Elsa gasped when the teasing fingers inside her began a slow withdrawal. Her inner walls clamped down, trying desperately to keep her wife inside. She felt Anna's lips curl into a smile against her neck.

"You want me inside you?" Anna purred in that voice that made Elsa just want to die from bliss.

The queen only managed a strangled sort of sob and hoped it passed as an affirmative noise. It dissolved into another groan when Anna buried her fingers to the knuckle in her clinging heat and latched onto her neck in a possessive bite. When a knowing thumb swept over her swollen and aching bundle of nerves, Elsa squirmed and pulled against the hand pinning her wrists to the bed.

"A-Anna, please let me hold you," she whispered, trying desperately not to blush. She failed.

Anna pulled back from the queen to give her a look of such adoration it made Elsa's chest ache. The redhead leaned down and ghosted her lips over the snow queen's.

"Why do you want to hold me, my Queen?"

Elsa's blush deepened. She knew what Anna was trying to get her to say, but for reasons she didn't fully understand, she didn't like saying the words. Certainly not because she didn't feel them. The problem was, she felt them too much.

"Anna, I . . ." she hesitated and looked down, suddenly feeling a little shy. It seemed a ridiculous thing to feel considering her wife's fingers were buried inside her and she was pinned down, flat on her back, with her legs spread for all the kingdoms to see.

Anna sprinkled soft, reassuring kisses on Elsa's cheeks and lips before pulling back to lock their eyes. "Say it, my love. For me."

Elsa hated that Anna had to coax it out of her like this. She wished it could easily slide off her tongue, for as much as she felt the words. Maybe that was the problem. She'd been in love with Anna for so long, and now that she finally had her, she still couldn't believe it was really happening. They'd been married for four seasons now, and still she felt like a newlywed. Gods, Anna was hers.

Anna released the queen's wrists and pressed her comforting weight on top of Elsa, allowing her to wrap her arms around the redhead's neck.

"I'm here, Elsa, I'm here," she whispered, pressing their cheeks together. " I love you, Elsa."

Emotion caught in the Snow Queen's throat and she trembled down to her core. Somehow she remembered to bring her knee up between Anna's thighs, allowing her lover purchase. Anna slid her pelvis down the queen's leg, immediately coating it in wetness and making the Elsa cry out.

"Anna . . ." she breathed, tightening her arms around her lover. "Oh Anna . . ."

Anna lifted her head again to gaze down at the flushed queen, a tender smile splayed across her lips. "So beautiful. My sweet queen."

Elsa shuddered when Anna started sliding against her in a languid rhythm that soon had the queen going out of her mind. Clever fingers began sliding in and out of her in rhythm with her hips, causing Elsa to squirm and pant uncontrollably. Within moments she was embarrassingly close to shattering, and the only thing stopping her was her pride.

"Did you know we used to call you the 'White Whale'?" Anna murmured against Elsa's lips.

Elsa could only respond with a whimper that sounded something like a "no."

"All of us wanted you, but you played 'hard to get' so convincingly that my sisters finally gave up. But not me, My Queen. How could I ever give up on such a beautiful creature as you?"

Anna curled her fingers forward while she spoke, sweeping her fingertips over that painfully pleasurable spot within the queen. Elsa arched into her lover with a cry of ecstasy that the servants would probably be gossiping about on the morrow. "Anna!" she somehow managed to gasp out her lover's name as she drew nearer and nearer to the point of no return. "Oh Anna . . . I love you."

Anna's entire body trembled above her upon hearing the confession. Elsa felt herself sigh in pleasure from the release of the confession.

"Elsa," Anna whispered, lifting her hips off the other's leg, "touch me."

Elsa could hear the desperation behind the command and she wouldn't have disobeyed for all the gold in all the kingdoms. Her free hand darted down between their overheated bodies and slid between her wife's legs to gently cup her centre.

"Oh gods, Anna . . ." Elsa gasped when she felt just how much her wife needed her touch. 'Oh gods she's dripping . . .'

Anna pushed her hips forward, shamelessly grinding against the queen's palm. Elsa was beyond words, beyond control, all she could feel was a burning possessive need to claim her wife. She flipped Anna over, slipping two fingers within her clinging heat and started up a desperate rhythm. She had no will power left to try and draw out their nearing climax. All she wanted was Anna. Anna's lips, Anna's soft naked skin, Anna's touch . . .

When a series of groans began pouring from her lover's lips with every thrust of Elsa's fingers, her head swam with lust and power and an even deeper desire to possess.

"My Anna," she whispered breathlessly, grinding her hips down and impaling herself again and again on Anna's knowing fingers. When Anna hooked them once again, Elsa could no longer control the finality clawing its way to the surface.

The Snow Queen came undone. She fused her lips to Anna's, hoping to contain the scream forcing its way to the surface, but when she felt Anna come into her hand, she lost it. She threw her head back and cried out into the night, painting Anna's fingers with a flood arousal. Feeling Anna clamp down around her with fluttering contractions only made her come all the harder until she was reduced to a trembling mess of aftershocks.

"Anna . . . oh my sweet Anna I love you," the words tumbled from her lips as her head fell forward into her lover's neck.

"Kiss me," Anna whispered in reply.

Somehow Elsa found the strength to lift her head and obey the sweet demand. The kiss was languid and erotic, lacking the urgency of before but filled with a promise of things soon to come. Unable to resist the reward awaiting her, Elsa slowly withdrew her fingers and brought them to her mouth. When she began cleaning her fingers with her tongue, Anna purred her appreciation.

"No one would ever believe me if I told them the Snow Queen licked me off her fingers every night," Anna said with an adoring smirk.

Elsa growled, but she continued her task until her fingers were good and clean. "Several times a night," Elsa reminded with an evil glint in her eye. "I'm not done with you yet."

Anna leaned her head up and ran her tongue along Elsa's lower lip. "No?"

She gave Elsa such a suggestive look it made the queen groan. Elsa gently brushed a loose strand of red hair from her lover's face with a tender smile. "Never."