A/N: First chapter to a five-part scenario. Each chapter will feature a few kinks or a prominent kink, we'll list each one beforehand in case it's not up to your taste and you know what you're getting into.

Anyway, this started out simply as smut before growing into something that resembles a story so enjoy you awesome folks!

Contains: Incest, Masturbation, Voyeurism, G!P Anna

How did this happen?

The question keeps rolling around in her mind, a solid constant unlike her shaking, sweaty limbs. She pants, breathless, heart threatening to burst right out of her chest. There's a stench in the air that even she can smell despite her post-coitus fogged brain. Something that should be familiar—is familiar—but her mind refuses to decipher what it is in this very moment.

She smells like sweat. A few beads dot her forehead once again with the rapid beating of her heart. The air permeates with the scent of sex and her dress is coated in semen, but Anna doesn't care about that. At least not right now.

What she does care about is the sight of her sister, so close to her that she can see her cheeks are bright red (from shame? she wonders distantly). One of her hands is fisted in her skirts, the other clamped tightly over her mouth. Her white gloves stand out against the dark interior of the wardrobe closet. Elsa looks ashamed, caught red-handed, red-faced. Her blue-purple dress is rumpled due to how cramped the closet is and a few stray, pale hairs are loose from her bun. She's shaking like a leaf, cowering in the corner and shoulders to her ears. Her back is bent and her body is so curled in on itself that she's convinced her sister would wrap herself into a ball if it weren't for the fact that she's already as small as the space allows her to be. Anna vaguely wonders how long Elsa's been in her closet.

The thought tickles the back of her mind for some reason, but her body is still too exhausted from her earlier activities to fully process what her brain is screaming at her to understand.

The clock strikes the twelfth hour behind her and the tick-tock and ding-dong makes her jump.

Anna swallows, chest heaving, and Elsa's eyes dart down before looking back up. The bright blue hue is almost completely enveloped by her dilated pupils.

Suddenly Anna is all too aware of how bare she really is, dressed in only a short and wrinkled nightgown, several buttons at the collar undone. The short cut of the hem creates a draft between her legs and when it whistles past her lower body, she shivers, drawing her knees closer together. Her oversensitive privates shift, a tremor running down her spine that makes her handle on the closet door tighten.

Elsa's eyes widen just a bit more and her faint breathing is loud in the still room. Those blue eyes make her feel colder.

The dried sweat and semen don't help.

"Elsa?" Anna whispers, lips trembling. She takes a small step forward, the floor creaking under her weight.

Elsa gazes at her in horror and it hurts more than the chill in the room.

She reaches out and her older sister withdraws frantically, right hand scrambling for support behind her, searching for a way out, a door to hide behind. Her shoulders smack against the back of the closet instead, trapped.

The slam and crackle of something behind her makes Anna wince and she rushes forward without thinking, heart leaping in concern.

Her fingers nearly grasp a dark purple sleeve when—

"No!"

Elsa's voice stops her dead in her tracks, feet nearly slipping on the smooth floor. Anna stares, wide-eyed. Her jaw is slack and her tongue feels too thick and slow to form words, or even sounds.

"Don't! Don't come any closer," her sister whimpers, turning her head to the side and clenching her eyes shut. Her hand still covers her mouth and her fingers are trembling, shoulders still shaking.

"Please."

Now she can't mistake the look for anything else but shame.

Anna inhales sharply, tears prickling the corners of her eyes.

Rejection is bitter and acrid.

"Elsa—"

And then she smells it—recognizes what it is in the dark, candlelit space of her bedchambers.

Arousal, hot and heavy, cuts through the frosty air.

Anna gapes at Elsa, who curls further into herself.

How did this happen?

It's winter in Arendelle.

The sea and mountains have brought strong freezing winds this season and the windows shake with the force of them. The howling and roaring from beyond the walls is prominent against the complete and utter silence of the castle. Every servant inside barely spares her a word or a glance. Most likely, it's because they feel sorry for her. Words of comfort sound hollow after so long, even when they are sincere. It only serves to amplify her loneliness and each pitying look is met with too quick a smile. To mitigate them—after a time, the pity makes something inside her prickle uncomfortably.

Her birthday is right around the corner and every day that passes weighs heavily on her shoulders. Not even Gerda or Kai know what to do about her unusually somber mood. Every single hop and skip to her step has faded over time, much like the sun's increasing disappearance behind the clouds. She misses summer.

The shadows are long and dark as she ascends the stairway to the third floor. Her shoes clack against the floor and the residue of frost nearly makes her slip in one or two places.

The entire place seems like a ghost town and as she walks down the long hallway, Princess Anna feels like she is no different from the departed.

It has been nearly a year since the death of the King and Queen and she feels no more past it than when they first received the message of their lost ship—the symbol of Corona blazing strongly on the horizon, their messenger bowing deeply at the waist and producing the letter that foretold of her parents' passing.

She can still recall the way the guard had paused when he saw her after his exit of her sister's room. His hazel eyes had widened a fraction before he stood upright, saluting her and then bowing before muttering his condolences.

"My apologies, Princess Anna. The whole of Corona mourns your loss."

At first, she hadn't understood what everyone kept saying sorry for. Ever since she had woken up that day, every single maid and butler had given her sympathetic looks and each inquiry was met with vague muttering, shaking heads, and solid distance. After the Coronan soldier had left, she had turned straight to Elsa's door, a sinking feel in her gut, banging loudly, voice rising, screaming, demanding, "Won't you tell me what's going on?!"

Kai and Gerda had appeared by her side within minutes, grabbing her elbows and pulling her aside, saying:

"Please Princess, your sister needs to be alone for now."

"Try to understand my dear, there's a reason for all things that happen."

But that reasoning had done little to explain why she had stood alone between two sledges of stone, the fog obscuring her face and the bitter chill sinking under her skin like the stench of death.

And it had done little for her in the year following that and every day after.

And so it was that she stands here again, feet rooted to the spot she has visited so many times before. After so long, the geometric patterns on the wood are still fresh in her mind.

The wind whistles behind her, the ongoing weather in Arendelle has been harsh, but now it's temporarily soft. Patient.

Her fingers are numb, both from the cold and the ache in her heart, as she clenches them into fists at her sides. Her eyes track the cracks in the wood, spotting where her knuckles have made nicks, paint that has faded over time from constant knocks.

Anna inhales deeply, a tiny flicker lighting up in her chest, and releases the breath in a slow, shuddering exhale. She raises one of her cold, cold hands.

Knock knock kno-knock.

"Elsa?"

The door remains shut.

Anna blinks once, twice. She licks her lips, the skin cracked because of the harsh wind, and swallows.

"I was wondering," Anna begins again, lowering her fist to her side, "if you wanted to join me for breakfast."

There's the creak of the floorboards.

Anna holds her breath.

It's gone within two beats.

There's a lump in her throat.

"I-I just thought," Anna stammers, clutching her skirt with numb fingers, "that since M-Mama and P-Papa aren't—"

Even saying it hurts, cuts like a knife, and when she stumbles over their names, the floor creaks again, more harshly this time.

Footsteps.

Her heartbeat quickens.

"I just thought that since we-we're a-alone now," the wind roars behind her, rattling a nearby window and nearly drowning out her voice, "we could spend some time together!"

Her shout ends the moment the wind dies down and so her words echo down the hallway.

Anna shivers, eyes flicking up and down at the door.

"They have sandwiches. The meat looks really fresh today, salmon fished straight from the shore this morning according to the chef!" Anna swallows, unsure what she's trying to accomplish. "There's this really sweet jam they laid out on the table," her numb fingers suddenly have feeling and they shake as she looks down at her shoes, unable to keep looking at the door. "I-I wasn't supposed to try some be-before breakfast started, but I was curious," Anna blinks at the thin shadow underneath the crack, "and I wanted to know what it tasted like so I could-" when did it become so difficult for her to speak?

Anna tucks a lock of hair behind her ear and looks straight at the door. "I wanted to know what it tasted like so I could describe it to you."

Since you never come out.

The shadow shifts underneath. Anna's eyes widen by a fraction. She twiddles her cold fingers together, bites her lip, and asks, "Would you like to come down to the dining hall with me and try it?"

The floorboards creak again.

Her pulses quickens and she adds softly, "I'd like to have breakfast with you if you don't mind."

At of the corner of her eye, she sees snow start to fall gently outside the window.

She squares her shoulders, inhaling quietly and—

"Anna."

The sun peeks out from behind the clouds for a moment and light pools in the dim hallway, weakening the cold and shadows.

Anna's breath catches in her throat.

"Please," Elsa continues and her sister's voice is unrecognizable, yet familiar in such a way it makes her heart skip a beat. It sounds like a forgotten musical box, lyrical and gentle.

"Go on to breakfast without me."

The lid slams shut and the hallway darkens again, the sun vanishing behind the clouds once more. Her eyes burn and she blinks rapidly, heart skidding to a stop. Her fingers are numb again and she can barely feel the fabric of her dress as she grips it tightly.

"But, you need to eat something Elsa." She hasn't missed the decreasing portions her sister has taken to her room.

The shadow shifts underfoot and she can distinctly hear her sister walking this time. The tiny flame in her chest burns like the tears prickling her eyes.

Behind her, the window pane rattles. The breeze howls more loudly.

"Tell Kai," Elsa begins again, voice hoarse and distant, "to bring something up for me."

She sees her chance and takes it.

"I could do it for him!" Anna exclaims, rising on the tips of her toes. "W-we could have breakfast in your room!"

She's so sick of sitting at the long dining table, the chairs and plates empty save for her own, that she realizes her mistake too late.

The wind screeching outside makes her jump and her ears barely catch the following words.

"Anna please," the floorboards creak and her sister's shadow vanishes, "I have work to do."

Anna's shoulders drop, her fingers release her skirts and her arms hang limp.

Why would she want to spend time with someone like you anyway? She's going to be Queen soon.

Her vision blurs, but the sudden draft dries her eyes. She shivers and nods to herself.

"Okay, I'll tell Kai to bring you something."

Her words are almost drowned out by the howling wind.

A storm comes to Arendelle this winter.

The following days are harsh. The cold brings sickness with it. Before, she would have leapt at the chance to build a snowman in the white winter wonderland that lies on the castle courtyard. Now, she turns away at the sight of snow on her window sill. Her head aches a bit and her footing is loose on the steps, although she reassures the staff that she is fine.

"It's cold and the frost makes the floor slippery. That's all."

Still, she neglects to say that even chocolate has a more bitter taste to it nowadays. Anna bites her lips and rolls the truffle between her fingers. Her stomach twists at the scent of it and she refrains from grimacing in front of the maids.

"Would you like me to bring you something else instead Princess?"

"Huh?" Anna glances up to see Gerda smiling at her, a kind and tired expression on the elderly woman's face. The light from the fireplace makes the wrinkles on her skin stand out and despite the dull thudding in her head, it warms Anna's heart to see the tender look on the head maid's face. She smiles, pushing aside the rolling in her stomach, and says, "No it's fine Gerda. Um, is it alright if I save these for later?" Gerda frowns and she hurriedly adds, "To eat in my room? I think I'm going to tuck in early today."

The maid sighs and, after a moment, nods. Her eyes are warm when she says, "Of course Princess. Perhaps it's better that way, you are looking a little flushed."

Anna beams and begins to wrap a few truffles in a napkin, which she places in a small velvet bag, when Gerda says:

"Please get a full night's rest Your Highness. We all have noticed your sleeping habits."

Her fingers pause at tying the knot of a silk ribbon around the bag and her shoulders tense.

We, her mind repeats.

Elsa.

Anna's lower lip quivers, but she ducks her head before Gerda can see and swiftly ties the knot together. The princess clears her throat and stands, beaming at the elderly woman.

"Don't worry Gerda I will!"

The staff moves to clean up her lone meal and she walks out cradling the bag of chocolates to her chest.

The hail batters the windows and roofs. Even at the heart of the castle, the screeching and howling is obvious. She takes careful measure to check each stair as she ascends. It wouldn't do good for her to slip and fall on her precious bundle. Anna squints, counts one, two, three, and makes it to the third floor despite her headache and slightly blurry vision.

"Okay," the princess says to herself. Her shoulders straighten and she stares straight down the hall. "I can do this. It's late. She's probably done with all of her duties for today. She should be going to bed soon. A little snack would be harmless, right?"

Still, as she makes her way down, the turn looming closer, Anna feels it grow colder. The warmth she felt from the dining fireplace dims and even the shadows grow darker.

She shudders and rounds the corner, eyes squeezing shut as a particular throb bursts in her head, the pulsing painful and sudden.

A voice gasps.

Anna's eyes shoot open.

A lone figure stands at the other end of the hallway.

Clothed in her dark, royal purple dress, Elsa is almost invisible in the shadows. However, the surrounding black, gray, and white makes her light hair glow a brighter gold—a shining beacon. Anna, so unaccustomed to seeing Elsa actually outside her room without prompting, is struck speechless. Her eyes zoom in on her sister's face. Even from this distance she can tell that her older sister has grown. Her form is slim and though the thick fabric conceals most of it, Anna can see the flare of wide hips at her sister's waist. Baby fat has disappeared from her features and her cheekbones are high and prominent. A part of her prays it isn't from skipped meals and is just her sister's natural beauty that has taken shape. The fine, delicate strands of her hair are wrapped in an elegant, tight bun. Her neck is left bare and Anna's eyes are drawn to it like a a moth to a flame. The pale skin is startling, unconcealed by dress and gloves, and for some reason it makes her heart jump. Her throat dries and when she gulps to wet it, it feels sore. Elsa's blue eyes shoot down to watch the action and her sister frowns. Her thin eyebrows knit together and her eyes flicker in concern. But Anna is distracted by the purse of her lips—full and cherry-red.

All the blood in her head rushes down and her world spins. Her mouth drops open and her grip on the chocolates slackens. They tumble to the ground as she stumbles, clutching her head.

Elsa's frightened gasp jerks her back to reality. Anna groans and shakes her head, blinking rapidly. She stares at Elsa and her heart jumps again when she notices her sister has one hand reached out to her, half-turned and blue eyes wide with worry.

Anna's lips wobble into a smile and she gives a tiny wave. "Hi..."

Elsa's back stiffens and then straightens. Anna's eyes dip down to track the small bounce of her chest. The blood in her veins travels farther south and with a sharp inhale, Anna realizes that, that part too has grown.

"Elsa—" Anna begins, voice straining.

Elsa gives her a wide-eyed look of horror, gloved hands instinctively drawn to her chest.

The action stings. Anna grimaces and shifts her weight, one foot rising.

Elsa bolts.

"Elsa, wait!"

The princess rushes forward, chocolates forgotten, but Elsa is already at her door, grasping the knob and swinging it open.

"Wait, please!" Anna shoots down the hallway, one hand already out to grasp her sister's skirts.

Her footing slips; the floor slippery from condensed cold. Her world spins again and her chin meets the ground with a harsh crack. Anna cries out, pain flaring at the spot and stars dance in her vision. She bites her tongue in the process and tastes blood when she swallows.

"Anna!" Elsa gasps and Anna hears footsteps hurrying to her side.

She blinks back at the pain just as hands help her up.

"Wait, what?"

"Princess," Kai's voice is at her ear, tugging her down the hallway. "Please come with me. We need to have a look at that injury."

"But—" Anna angles her head to see Elsa at her door, fingers splayed—as if she had intended to catch her.

The princess's jaw tightens and her chin throbs again. She winces and Elsa's face blanks.

Kai tugs on her elbow, turning to address her sister. "Your Majesty, I'm going to have this looked at. Please excuse us."

Wait, no!

Anna opens her mouth to protest, but her jaw aches and blood trickles at the side of her lips. She whimpers and her fingers brush the sore spot.

Out of the corner of her eye she sees Elsa straighten.

"Yes, of course. Make sure it's treated properly."

The hard-edged words hurt more than the bruise forming on her chin.

Anna gapes, but she can't find anything to say before Kai drags her away. Elsa's blue eyes meet her once before they disappear.

The door shuts behind her and she stumbles, still faintly light-headed, as Kai takes her back down to the first floor. Everything's a blur until the butler seats her in a chair in the infirmary. Her hands immediately move to rest on her lap and her back bows, shoulders rising to her ears in her misery.

"Now let's have a look at that shall we?" Kai sits down opposite of her and scoots forward, frowning. He gently grasps her chin and she winces. His frown deepens and he turns her head this way and that.

"Now then, it doesn't look so bad. It's going to bruise badly, but it's not broken." Kai looks over his shoulder as the doctor appears from his office, a scowl on his wrinkled face.

"What's happened now—" His beady, black eyes hone in on Anna and she snaps her mouth shut, tensing when it aches again.

"Ah," he says in understanding.

Anna lowers her head in defeat and sniffs.

"Don't cry Princess. We'll have you cleaned up in no time," Kai says, stroking her shoulder gently.

Anna bites her lip and shakes her head, muttering, "Why does she hate me?"

Doctor Halvard whips his head up from unrolling a bandage. Kai frowns again and exchanges look with the older man. Anna cringes and looks down at her lap. Her fingers press into her lap and her shoulders twitch.

Wrong move.

Still, the slight ache in her lap distracts her from the throbbing in her chin and chest.

"Come now Princess," Halvard says, tilting her head up and wiping at the skin with a cotton ball and disinfectant. She doesn't flinch, accustomed to the sting of alcohol. "Your sister does not hate you. She's simply been busy with her duties."

Anna closes her eyes, letting the gentle rubbing wash over her.

"And she'll be Queen soon," Kai says and he pats her knee. "There are many things that she has to do."

And spending time with her annoying and weird baby sister isn't one of them.

Anna swallows and nods. The doctor finishes cleaning her up and bandages the cracked skin. He hums and inspects her one last time. "Anything else?"

"I bit my tongue," Anna mumbles, glancing down.

"I don't think you need a bandage for that," he grunts. "If that's all then off to bed with you. And sleep early this time. Don't think I haven't gotten complaints about your health from everyone in this castle!"

Anna grins sheepishly and it's the first smile in a long time that Kai chuckles.

"I think sleep can wait a bit. How about I draw you a nice hot bath Princess?"

Halvard humphs, but Anna looks to her butler and her smile softens, lips trembling.

"Okay."

They both stand and he gently holds her hand. Anna squeezes it and they're almost out the door when the doctor says, "Before you go, take this!" He shoves a tonic into Anna's hands. "And this!" A roll of extra bandages joins her medicine. "Knowing you that first one will be on the floor soon so take extras. And I've heard you sneezing! Take that tonic before bed."

Anna makes a face and Kai laughs.

The trek back to her room is uneventful. With Kai keeping a steady hand on her elbow, there's no chance of her slipping again. She worries her lip as they round the corner to her room.

The door, slightly ajar, reminds her of something. Anna stops before it and tugs on Kai's hand. He pauses, halfway through opening it, and looks at her.

"What's wrong Princess?"

Anna lets go of his sleeve and clutches her dress, tucking her medicine and bandages to her chest. She stares at her shoes, mumbling, "Kai, when Doctor Halvard said...everyone, did he," she pauses and bites her lip, glancing away, "uh, mean everyone?"

Kai stares at her, a small smile on his face. He pats her back and pushes the door open.

"Everyone, Princess," he affirms, and then strides to the connected bathroom.

Elsa, her heart sings and she trembles, looking down at her hands and recalling the way Elsa had shouted.

The bath being drawn makes her look up and Kai pokes his head back into the main chamber. "Anything else, Your Highness?"

"Um, could you bring a book up for me? I've read all I have here."

He smiles and nods. "Certainly. Which one?"

Anna fidgets and glances away, feeling a flush on her cheeks. It's just a little fever.

"Any."

He nods again and goes back inside to check the water's temperature. Anna steps inside her room and shivers immediately. Her teeth chatter and she's reminded it's winter.

"Cold," she whimpers, letting go of her dress and rubbing her arms furiously. She's tempted to just crawl into bed and lie under the covers, but the water's already drawn so instead she just places her things on top of her nightstand.

Kai pokes his head out again and frowns. "I think I'll get you some extra blankets too. I could have sworn we closed your room to keep the warmth in. One of the staffs must have left it open."

Anna shivers and nods, bringing her legs in close. Her thighs press together and she feels that slight, pleasant ache from before again.

"Will that be all Princess?" Kai asks as he exits the bathroom.

She still has one more question rolling around in her mind. Something that's been bothering her ever since she first spotted Elsa earlier. But when she opens her mouth, a draft blows in and she bolts to the bath, shouting, "That's fine!"

He laughs and she hears her bedroom door click shut as she enters the bathroom. Steam rises from the warm water and she sighs in relief at the sight of it. Anna makes quick work of undressing, fingers pulling at laces and buttons until her clothes pool at her feet and she stands in only her underwear. She reaches down to pull off her bloomers when another breeze blows around her. She shudders and looks out the window, into the dark of the night where snow is falling fast. Anna bites her lip.

"I hope Elsa is warm in her room..."

The thought of her sister shivering in her room alone makes her stomach wrench.

If only I could be with her.

She inwardly cringes and shakes her head, muttering to herself while undoing her braids. Anna reaches down and pulls off her bloomers and the winter cold immediately hits her privates.

"Cold, cold, cold!"

At any other time she would have been embarrassed to be dancing on her toes with her cock bobbing up and down ridiculously, but her room really is strangely cold. Colder than any other part of the castle she has been in today. So without thinking Anna rushes to the bathtub and leaps over the rim. Water sloshes over the side as she sinks in and she sighs at the warmth that immediately surrounds her. Then she blinks and touches her chin, pressing her fingers against the gauze. Her jaw aches and the wrap is damp.

Anna smacks her forehead, grumbling, "Ugh, Anna, you idiot!"

The gauze still holds, but she's going to have to change it soon. She grabs a small towel from beside the bathtub, quickly patting at her jaw. With the bandage as dry as it can get, Anna places the towel back and settles within the bath.

The water reaches just to her sternum and she can feel the slight fever ache that's been hanging over her body dissipate. The goosebumps on her skin disappear and the princess tucks her body in close, not even caring when she squeezes the head of her cock between her thighs. Anna closes her eyes and leans her head back.

The image of her sister's breasts bouncing under her stiff jacket comes back with startling clarity.

Anna gasps and jumps upright, face flushing.

"No, no, no. Bad idea to think about Anna," she hisses, moving to grab the soap and rag.

As she lathers the cloth she catches a glimpse of the white-covered rooftops of Arendelle from outside the window and smiles faintly to herself.

Elsa's hair and skin were pale like snow. So beautiful, like something out of a fairy tale.

Her sister's long and elegant neck, almost completely concealed by her dress, the white flesh emphasized by its dark cloth, flashes through her mind.

The soap drops to the bottom of the tub and she scrambles to pick it up, face burning and blood roaring in her ears. She finds the bar between her legs and as her hands work to grasp the slippery object, her fingers brush against her shaft.

A shock runs up her spine.

Anna gasps again and shuts her eyes, letting the tingle wash over her. Swallowing thickly, she sits back and picks up the soap, hands trembling as she scrubs it with the rag. She bites her lip, running the rag over her arms. When she passes the cloth over her bare chest, another jolt shoots down her spine. Anna gnaws her lip, glancing down to see her nipples perk up.

"It's just from the cold," she mutters, scrubbing the rag over her front as quickly as possible.

Still, the flush on her skin deepens as she parts her legs. Anna inhales sharply when she sees that she's half-hard. It aches a bit and she sees the tip twitch.

"Stupid thing," she grumbles, rubbing the cloth furiously over her legs. Her thighs twitch when she reaches between herself and she squirms as she runs the rag over her shaft once.

Blood shoots down at the feel of the rough fabric trailing over her sensitive underside. Anna shuts her eyes for a moment and lets out a tiny moan. Her hand lingers at the tip. Staring down at her fingers, the rag covering the head of her prick, she's reminded of Elsa's gloves.

I wonder what they would feel like...

She shivers at the idea of Elsa without her gloves. Her fingers twitch when her mind flashes with the image of running her hands over Elsa's skin.

Soft. I bet Elsa's hands would be really soft.

For some reason, she thinks her older sister would blush and that, in turn, brings a strange heat to her cheeks and an indiscernible ache in her lower belly.

I want to see that.

Anna groans when she feels the blood pool in her cock and before her eyes, her shaft swells and hardens to the fullest. The princess inhales softly and tightens her grip on the head. Anna's teeth sink harder on her lower lip, nearly drawing blood, as another shock runs up her spine.

"Oh," Anna moans quietly and trails her hand down. Her thighs flex as a pleasant ache begins in her lower region. She grips the rim of the tub with her free hand and raises her legs, parting them.

Each foot rests on the side and she breathes in deeply, pausing for a moment. Anna tilts her head back and closes her eyes. She throws the rag over the rim and it plops to the ground with a distinct, wet thud. Anna pants a bit and looks between her legs, surmising that she's fully erect and there's no chance of her cock becoming flaccid any time soon. The pleasant, dull ache has become a noticeable hurt. Anna hisses and lifts her head from the rim, staring at herself.

What do I do now? Last time this happened was when I was reading that one book. It didn't go down until I—

Her sister's slim form flashes through her mind again, at the end of the hallway and out of her reach, clothed in shadow and dreamlike.

Anna's whole body shudders and the tip of her cock quivers at recalling the flare of Elsa's hips, the graceful curve of her waist. Slowly, she trails a hand down her torso, splaying her fingers over her lower belly before the tips meet with the base of her shaft. Her hand barely brushes against the hardened organ when she imagines her sister's breasts again and how they had seemed fuller. The last time she had gotten a clear picture of Elsa, her sister had yet to really develop. Even clothed by her stiff jacket, there had been a noticeable swell in her chest and waist.

And they had bounced!

A powerful shock races down her spine, sparking nerves in her lower back. Her hips buck and she gasps.

Anna clenches her eyes tightly, closing her hand around herself. She whimpers in relief at the firm grip—it eases the pain. She strokes up once with purpose, imagining her hand gliding along the arch of her sister's neck, tracing pale skin and reaching up to sink her fingers into an intricate bun.

The heat in her body intensifies and the pain brought on by her erection becomes almost unbearable.

I should hurry. Kai will be back soon.

Steadying herself with a slow inhale, Anna begins to run her hand up and down. The water makes her strokes easy, but the slickness provides a lack of friction. She pants, frowning as she tries to rub harder. Pleasure shoots down her spine with each pass of her hand and she bucks into her grip, moaning. Anna shivers and tilts her head to the side, squeezing her head and teasing the slit.

Electricity finally alights her nerves and her eyes shoot open.

"Oh!"

Anna shivers, tremors washing over her and her cock twitching in response. Her heart jumps and she looks down between her legs.

The hollow of her sister's cheeks runs through her mind. Anna wonders if Elsa's blush would deepen if she gently caressed her sister's face with her thumb.

Her finger presses hard against her head and Anna feels sweat begin to bead on her forehead.

"F-faster," she mumbles, fingers dragging down to the base roughly. "I-I should- oh! Faster!"

Her nails dig into the underside and this time she groans loudly, the sensation sparking in her lower regions delightful despite the pain.

I want to feel Elsa's skin...

She grits her teeth, ignoring the ache in her jaw and quickens her strokes. The water swishes with every movement and her elbow thumps against the tub in her haste to finish.

In her mind's eye, she moves her fingers down Elsa's face, tracing along her jawline to brush against the corner of her mouth.

Underneath her hand, her cock jerks and she bucks her hips, friction lighting up that familiar burn in her stomach. A knot just below the base of her shaft begins to coil and she tilts her head back, staring at the ceiling, mouth open.

Anna groans when she imagines the softness of Elsa's lips, full and red. She throbs when she recalls big, blue eyes staring at her. Shocks run down her spine, each accompanying the rhythmic stroking of her hand. She whimpers, feeling a deep heat warming her lower belly.

"Oh, I can't take it!"

Her other hand shoots down and she grips her shaft tightly, pumping with all her might. Her hips thrust forward erratically and water spills over the rim of the tub. She can feel the knot of pleasure tightening at the base, spreading.

Almost. Almost!

Something crashes to the floor and Anna shrieks, legs falling off the side in surprise. The princess gets a face full of water and she splutters, flushing deeply.

"Princess Anna are you alright?!"

Kai's voice brings her back to reality and she struggles to sit upright in the tub.

"I-I'm okay! I was just surprised is all!" Anna calls back, tucking her legs in close and wrapping her arms around herself. Her stiff cock aches for attention, but she ignores it.

Instead, she ducks her head down, shivering when Kai pokes his head into the bath. There's a worried frown on his face and he bows apologetically.

"I apologize Princess. I knocked over the screen changer while setting out your wardrobe for the night. I didn't mean to frighten you."

Anna mentally cringes and tries to keep the strain out of her voice as she says, "No, no, it's fine!"

She rubs her thighs together and her legs practically turn to jelly when faint pleasure travels up her pelvic region.

"I was just finishing," Anna mumbles, and prays Kai thinks she's only red because of the bath.

"I see. Well I brought you a few books from the library and an extra set of blankets like I promised."

He frowns again, tilting his head at her. Anna's skin crawls and she curls into a tighter ball.

Oh god don't tell me he noticed.

"Would you like me to fix up your chin again?"

She's so relieved that she almost slumps to the bottom of the tub.

"No, no I can do it by myself. I know how by now," Anna mumbles, smiling sheepishly.

Kai smiles, dips into a bow, and says, "Very well, then allow me to drain the water and I'll take my leave."

"O-oh! Sure!" Anna scrambles to grab a towel, flustered. "J-just give me a second!"

"Of course your Highness," Kai says, backing into her bedroom respectfully. He shuts the door, something she's glad for because she forgot to close it and now she's realized the draft has made the water go cold.

Anna trembles as she exits the tub. Her stiff cock brushes the rim, but instead of feeling ecstasy at the short moment of friction, guilt slams into her like a horse at full gallop.

Goosebumps rise on her skin as she stands in the cold, hands shaking furiously as she wraps the towel around her.

What was I thinking?! How! How could I think of Elsa like that? When I was doing that of all things!

Anna swallows, shame burning into her skin. Despite the briskness that sinks into her bones, heat scorches her face. A glance down shows that her erection has yet to deflate. She clutches her towel tighter to her body and tries vainly to smooth down the obvious bump. The slight pressure only makes her shiver and her guilt worsens at the response.

"Ugh, okay. I'll just...cover myself." Anna bites her lip and dries her hair with a small towel. When done, she wraps her arms around herself tightly, making sure to cover her pelvic region and calls out to Kai, "I'm finished Kai!"

Footsteps near the door and she launches herself at the wall beside it, nearly slipping in her haste.

It unlocks and she shrinks against the wall, hoping the cold emanating from the stone will ease her erection.

Kai blinks curiously, tracking his eyes up and down her body and she smiles awkwardly, her ears reddening at the tips.

Please don't ask, please don't ask, please don't ask!

She doesn't even want to think about how she was imagining her sister while masturbating.

The blunt realization makes the guilt coil tightly in her stomach and to her horror, her cock twitches against her thigh.

Kai frowns and walks to the bathtub. Palpable relief shoots through her and she's almost out the door when he speaks up.

"Will you be staying up for long Princess?"

Anna freezes in place. Something in Kai's tone makes her blood turn to ice. She shifts, cupping her front while half-turning. "Er, no I'll just do some light reading."

He hums as he fiddles with the tap, draining the cold water from the bathtub. Anna tip toes out, looking over her shoulder to make sure he doesn't turn around.

"Remember what I said though Princess."

She halts in front of the screen changer, shoulders stiff. "I'm not s-sure what you mean Kai," Anna stammers, swiping her nightgown from where it hangs atop the screen changer and hurries around it, frantically searching her mind for something she might have missed.

She hears him step back into her bed chambers and her fingers shake as she fusses with the towel and her clothes.

"Everyone has noticed your sleeping habits so please take care to rest early tonight," Kai says and she hears the door open.

Elsa's wide, concerned blue eyes flash through her mind. Guilt crawls up her throat and she winces, shoulders hunching up to her ears.

And here I am thinking about her like some sick pervert!

"Also, make sure to take your tonic. It wouldn't do well for you to get sick since you're so susceptible to it during winter," Kai adds. She can see his shadow by the door.

Anna bites her lip and nods, mumbling, "I won't. Thank you for everything Kai."

"It was nothing. Goodnight, Princess," Kai says softly and she can hear the smile in his voice.

"Goodnight," Anna whispers.

The door shuts behind her and the resounding click of the lock is deafening within the sudden silence. Even the storm has died down. The wind howls softly and snow falls gently outside. Kai has made sure the candle on her nightstand is well-lit, but the solitary source of light just makes everything else seem dim. It's all too quiet and it leaves her with only her shame to think about.

She drops the towel to the floor, cringing when she sees that she's still not flaccid, and fumbles with the buttons of her nightgown. Anna slips it on and to her dismay, finds that it ends just above her knees.

"I think I've outgrown most of them," she mutters to herself, placing the towel aside and walking over to her vanity.

The bandage is soaked now and it's been itching her jaw since she slipped in the tub. She peels it off, wincing in pain when it irritates the cracked skin and bruise underneath. It's a dark, blueish purple by now and she's glad Elsa can't see the damage of her fall.

I can't stop thinking about her no matter what I do.

She sits down, looking herself in the mirror. The flush on her skin is gone now and she looks pale and thin. The wound on her face only adds to her miserable loneliness. She brushes her jaw, the skin stinging when she does so. The castle feels haunted at night and Elsa's the ghost that drifts in her mind.

Perhaps, if she and Elsa had grown up closer, she wouldn't be having the thoughts she did.

But I guess that's all my fault. I must have done something. Something to make her leave me.

Anna sighs, grabbing a brush and running it through her hair listlessly. Alone at last, she doesn't bother to cover the uplift of her dress. Frowning at it, Anna presses her hand into her cock and finds that the ache from her erection has lessened. It's less rigid and when her thumb absentmindedly rubs the head, she finds she's less sensitive.

"Good," Anna mumbles and places her brush back down to the vanity. Her fingers weave through her hair and she finds that it is free of tangles. Satisfied that her nightly routine is finished, the princess walks over to her bed and crawls on top of it. She grabs the bandages from her nightstand along with some medical tape from inside the drawer—she has had far too many accidents to not have some first aid within her own room—and begins to apply a fresh bandage. She doesn't flinch when she presses it onto her jaw, only remembers the horrified look Elsa gave her when she fell. Her heart throbs and she closes her eyes, tears burning at the corners.

Maybe I'll leave her alone for a little while. That way she won't look at me with such a sad face the next time I see her. If I see her next time of course...

Anna sniffs once and shakes her head. "Don't think like that."

And maybe I won't think about how beautiful she looks and how much I want to touch her. Her back straightens and her eyes fly open. A blush sweeps over her face and she blinks rapidly, the heat blooming inside her drying her tears. Anna shakes her head more firmly and reaches for her tonic. "Okay I'm stopping this whole idea right now." She uncorks the bottle and swirls the liquid inside a bit. "Medicine, book, then bed. No more of these thoughts," she hisses.

She picks up the spoon on her vanity (it isn't the first time Halvard has given her a tonic) and pours a generous amount. Then, in one gulp, she downs the whole spoonful. Anna splutters and makes a face at the bitter taste.

"Does this stuff really stop you from getting sick?" Grumbling, she puts the half-empty glass back on her nightstand and picks up the book Kai had brought up for her.

It's a fairy tale. She can tell by the cover.

Anna smiles slightly to herself and opens to a random page.

"He could see the Princess's slim form outlined by the candlelight, her long, golden hair a faint glimmer in the surrounding darkness. The moon's glow made her pale skin seem ethereal and he found himself out of breath as he gazed upon her—"

And immediately shuts it, her cheeks blushing. She brushes a lock of hair behind her ear, eyes flicking every which way. Her heartbeat quickens and she can feel adrenaline on the edge.

Anna shakes her head, muttering, "No, no, no. I'm not thinking like that anymore tonight."

Inhaling slowly, she re-opens to another page, deciding to skip that particular passage.

"He caressed her face, tracing his thumb over her soft skin and leaned in close."

Anna shuts the book again, rubbing her eyes and sighing. "Maybe this isn't such a good idea tonight." She turns, sidling closer to the edge and moving to place it back on her nightstand. "I think I'll just tuck in earlier."

A gust of wind shakes the window pane and she jumps, dropping her book in her surprise. It flaps open to a picture page and she stiffens at the sight.

The girl on the page bears a startling resemblance to her sister, with snow-white skin and a slender form. Bright blue eyes that suck her in immediately and high cheekbones that she can't help but trace her fingers over. There are some differences; her sister's hair is fairer, coiled tight in an intricate bun and not flowing freely down her back. Her eyebrows are darker and her hips are wider.

Anna's shoulders twitch when she recalls Elsa standing at the other end of the hallway, her shock at seeing her sister outside her room. She picks up the book and traces the curve of the princess's cheek with her fingers.

She wonders again if Elsa would blush if she caressed her face. In her mind's eye, her hand reaches out and strokes the curve of one cheek, thumb rubbing a slow, light circle on the freckles splattered on her sister's face. Anna feels her own cheeks warm and she sits back against the pillows as she continues to stare at the maiden's face. The picture slowly reconstructs before her.

Golden hair lightens and curls tightly, raveling atop an elegant neck and pale features. Blue eyes take on any icy hue and goosebumps slowly rise on Anna's skin. Her thumb continues slow, small circles on the page and the chill in her room, coupled with the wind howling outside and the harsh winter in Arendelle, makes her think that Elsa's skin would feel cold.

I want to warm it.

Anna's breath hitches and her heart skips a beat. The blush on her cheeks spreads down her neck and the blood in her veins travels south. The pillows are soft and supple on her back and she leans into them, imagining the swell of breasts pressing into her shoulder blades. A small draft ruffles the pages of her book and she shivers, the breeze reminiscent of a soft breath ghosting over the shell of her ear.

A whimper travels up her throat when she thinks of Elsa caressing her cheek in return, gloved fingers tracing her jaw, soothing the wound on her chin.

Anna shudders and looks down at her lap when she feels a familiar throb. Her cock twitches beneath her dress and when she presses her right hand to it, a jolt runs up her spine. She's getting hard again and this time she doesn't think her erection will recede.

Anna gnaws on her lower lip, sitting upright again and mumbling, "O-okay. It's okay, I'm alone now for sure." She scoots to the edge of her bed and places her book back on the nightstand. "No interruptions this time."

The picture of a girl's face, blonde hair and blue eyes, wrapped in shadow, seals her decision.

Just this once. One time and I'll never think of Elsa like that ever again.

Anna squirms when her sister's name flashes in her mind. She longs to say it, drag her tongue over the syllables, lock it away in her heart, and desperately wants to hear Elsa whisper her own name in return.

The ache from her growing erection intensifies and she gasps when she looks down, fingers digging into the edge of her bed. The head of her cock creates a tent in her dress and her cheeks darken at the sight. She's never been this hard before. Even in the bath, she hadn't swelled so fast. The throbbing pain is almost unbearable—and yet addicting with how much it's begging to be soothed.

Anna inhales slowly and nods. "Just this once," she repeats to herself.

Then, with a shaking hand, she reaches below her nightgown. Her guilt still lies at the edges of her mind, too raw and humiliating for her to look at herself.

Anna's breath hitches again when she runs her thumb lightly over the base of her shaft. She digs in where her cock meets her scrotum and the slight pressure sends tingles all over. Heat begins to slowly consume her, dispelling the cold in her room until the only ice that she heeds is the blue of Elsa's eyes.

Anna gasps when she thinks of her sister watching her. The guilt rises in her chest at the same time a shock shoots up from her pelvic bone, making her vision blur for a bit. She wraps her hand around the base and squeezes. Her shoulders shake as a pleasant shiver crawls up her spine.

Anna bites her lip, staring down at her lap and the obvious bulge made from her fist and erection. A chill runs over her skin, cooling her cheeks momentarily and she wets her dry lips. She rubs a small circle where the large pulsing vein on the underside of her cock starts and tightens her grip on the edge of the bed when the pleasure begins to burn in her stomach. Her breathing quickens when she recalls how much she thought about caressing Elsa's face in the bath and now that same hand is once again stroking her erection, kindling the fire inside her. Guilt lingers in the recesses of her mind, but it's slowly being pushed back by the pleasure mounting within her.

Anna shudders and parts her legs, stroking up once. Elsa's figure solidifies in her mind, clothed in that concealing, purple dress that she wears even on the hottest of days.

How hot would it have to be for her to wear something else?

A tremor runs through her as she imagines herself, gangly and awkward, peeling away the sleeves of her sister's jacket, exposing pale, sunlight-starved skin to her eyes, hungry and awed. She hears Elsa gasp softly and sees her gloved hands wringing together instinctively. Anna moans, small and low, as she imagines reaching down and steadying her sister's trembling fingers. Elsa stares at her and Anna whines as the nonexistent gaze threatens to freeze her, the blue in her eyes so cold it burns.

Anna bites her lip and her fist circles her head, the heel of her palm digging against the crown. Her erection is demanding, throbbing for attention and she can't delay it any longer. She looks over her shoulder quickly, to make sure the door is still locked. It is.

The momentary respite—like the calm before a storm—reminds her that it's winter in Arendelle. The candle on her nightstand has dimmed and when she exhales her breath comes out in a fog. The brisk chill stings her skin, but it doesn't matter when her body is so flushed, so ready and heated that sweat begins to bead on her forehead.

Anna scoots back on the bed a bit, the shift making her tip rub against her dress. The minuscule friction is gratifying, but it only leaves her wanting more. Cheeks red, Anna spreads her legs farther apart and strokes down, more firmly this time. She sighs when pleasure burns in her lower abdomen, light shivers tingling along her spine.

The image of Elsa is accompanied by the cold and the sensations it brings makes her sigh. Anna closes her eyes as she runs her hand back up to her head, thumb stroking and digging into the crown, seeking the slit that parts her skin. Her legs twitch when she feels pre-cum beading on the tip. Anna moans louder and picks up the pace of her hand.

I want to—

The delicious friction is followed by the image of Elsa again. Only this time, Anna pulls her sister close, gloved hands gripping her elbows and full lips breathing into her ear. Anna gasps, squeezing the swollen head of her cock as she pictures the full length of their torsos pressing together, Elsa's supple breasts rubbing against her chest. The barrier of their clothes makes her whine and she thrusts her hips into her hand this time. Something creaks when she does and another draft races over her, but she dismisses the sound as being the noise of her bed springs and the chill is because her room is cold.

But I'm hot. So hot.

Anna groans, head lolling and eyes fluttering shut.

"El-Elsa," she whimpers, trembling, fingers tight around her shaft. "It's h-hot Elsa."

She jerks her hand up and down faster, cock slick with dripping pre-cum and throbbing in her hand. The vein on the underside pulses beneath her fingers and she digs her nails into it.

Lightning dances up and down her spine.

"Oh, Elsa!" Anna squeals and lets go of the edge of her bed. She falls back, breathless. Her blood roars in her veins and she squirms, hips lifting to continue the tortuous friction brought on by her hand and the mental image of her sister.

She's hot. Burning.

And she wants nothing more than to share that heat with her sister.

The realization turns her blood to liquid fire and Anna moans, sweat rolling down her temples as she thrusts into her hand, fingers dragging up and down her shaft. The bed creaks with the force of the eager and erratic lunges of her pelvis.

Elsa flashes through her mind again and this time Anna feels her sister reach toward her instead. She groans, rolling her hips and squeezing her shaft as she thinks of Elsa caressing her face, running her finger over her lips. She pants and hears Elsa breathe along with her, whispering incomprehensible words. Anna hisses between gritted teeth as a particular stroke makes her grip the sheets.

Something creaks again and she hears the wind whistle and roar outside. She jumps a bit and lifts her head, gazing out the window. Snow is coming down faster and she shivers when she realizes how cold it is. Anna's chest heaves and her gaze moves to her candle. The tiny flame is dying and she stops thrusting to sit upright for a moment. Her cock twitches and throbs, practically screaming for renewed attention. The ache from it makes her shudder as she crawls to relight her candle. Her fingers tremble with the matches and when she sparks the wicker again she notices that her left hand is wet. Anna bites her lip, nostrils flaring as she stares at her palm. Her cock pulses against her thigh, aching and so swollen, and she scoots farther back onto the bed, closer to the middle now so that her legs don't dangle over the edge and she can attend better to her needs.

There was no real reason for her to relight her candle, but Anna doesn't trust herself with her thoughts, alone in the dark.

What would I see if everything was gone but you Elsa?

"O-oh," Anna whimpers as her hand slips under her robe again, trailing down her belly to where her erection lays.

Elsa suddenly reappears in her mind again, close to her, panting, eyes closed, cheeks pink, and full lips whispering.

"Anna."

Anna's hand shoots down and she grabs her cock tightly, stroking with fervor.

"El-saaaa," the princess whines, digging the soles of her feet into the sheets. Her legs part and cold air seeps through the opening of her gown. She groans and shivers when the draft meets her sweaty, slick skin. The bed creaks and bounces again as she resumes her stroking and thrusting, hips rolling and lifting to meet her hand. The pleasure coiling into a knot at the base of her shaft makes her abdominal muscles quiver.

"E-Elsa," Anna pants and her spine pops when she arches. The bed thumps beneath her when she comes back down and she's lightheaded, trying to reach for something intangible. She lifts her free hand from the sheets, fingers flexing and needing to grasp something—something so far away.

If only I could hold her!

Her desire sends a jolt of fear, guilt, and pleasure throughout her whole body and Anna groans, eyes rolling in her head as she hears the wind whistle outside, her ears picking up a faint voice.

"Anna. Oh god, Anna."

Needing something to grip, her free hand comes down to her chest, taking a nipple and tweaking it. It sends sparks behind her closed eyelids and she hisses, bucking into her stroking hand. The fabric of her nightgown dulls the feeling so she hurriedly undoes a few buttons, the process messy and uncoordinated due to her constant thrusting. Anna mewls when the cold air hits her bare chest and her fingers run over her nipples—lightly at first and then with more vigor—trying to appease both stiff peaks at the same time.

Her hand reaches up and her fist swirls around her head, squeezing now and then. Pre-cum from the slit has made stroking herself easy and she jerks her hand until her wrist begins to ache.

By now she's blocked out the howling wind outside and even the creaking from her bed is distant. The only thing she's aware of is the sweat making her hair and clothes stick and the pleasurable knot curling in the base of her shaft and scrotum.

"Anna. Ah-nnaaa."

Elsa's voice, breathy and panting in her ear, makes her writhe.

Anna twists, jerking her head to the side, mouth open. Her chest heaves with every breath now and white-hot pleasure races up her spine like lightning. She gasps, shuddering, toes digging into the sheet and right hand squeezing a pink nipple.

"Elsa! O-oh, Elsa," Anna groans, thrusting into her hand. Her fingers drag up and down her shaft, slick, smooth, and causing enough friction that heat tightens deliciously in her stomach. Everything is coiling inside her, ready to snap. Her stomach muscles twitch and flex.

"Close," Anna mutters to herself, eyes shut, "So c-close."

She arches her back, legs straining to hold her weight. With every thrust, jerk, and bounce of her hips, the knot coiling and building in her lower regions grows tighter. Spots dance behind her eyelids as she writhes on the bed; blue, white, purple, and gold.

Her older sister's name spills from her lips like a holy mantra.

"Elsa! Elsa, Elsa, Elsa!"

Anna groans, rolling her head back. Sweat runs down her neck and cold bites at flushed skin. The image of white-gold locks tickling her collarbone makes her eyes fly open in surprise.

"Oh!" Anna gasps, squeezing the base of her cock in surprise. Her shaft quivers in her pumping hand.

What was that?!

Anna swallows, staring up at the ceiling. The candlelight still burns brightly and the shadows that flicker around her are comforting somehow.

Maybe it's because no one knows what I'm doing.

It's a freeing, uplifting realization, like she's in the eye of the storm and everything is almost over.

Anna jerks her hand up, harshly, thighs twitching. The winter chill sinks under her robe and the mix of pain and pleasure along her pelvis makes her whimper.

She shifts, her right hand reaching down—letting go of swollen nipples—and grabbing a fistful of her skirt. She yanks the hem up, revealing her hard cock to her own eyes, but instead of feeling shame and guilt at how she's been imagining Elsa, there's only warmth and desire; need. Anna shivers and drags her finger up to the head. Her thumb rubs circles on the slit and she imagines white gloved fingers reaching down and wrapping around the base of her shaft.

Anna clenches her eyes shut, biting her lip. Silk travels up the underside, tickling the pulsing vein there. Full, feather-soft lips kiss her ear, whispering words of comfort.

"Are you almost there Anna? Are you close?"

"Y-yes. Yes, so close!" Anna whines, shaking her head to and fro. The faint scent of perfume clings to her nostrils and velvet fabric sits along her waist, thighs pushing her down into the bed.

"Ssh. Ssh, Anna. I'm right here."

Gloved fingers jerk her cock, pumping harder and faster than anything before. It makes her quake, thighs shaking as her right hand clutches the sheets beside her head. Anna whimpers, biting her lip as she thrusts meagerly into steady, firm hands. A sweet, distant voice cooes in her ear, breath ghosting over the side of her face as one hand slides up her erection. A gloved fingertip pauses over the slit of her head, circling it gently and rubbing sensitive flesh, pressing down after a moment. Anna gasps and squints through tear-stained eyes to watch pre-cum bead on the tip of her cock. The finger stationed there gathers up the leaking wetness and slides it down the underside before the whole hand wraps around her scrotum and squeezes.

"Oh god!" Anna sobs and throws her head back, vision blurring as silk continues to pump her mercilessly. The spots of color from before dance in her vision and the princess is sure she's going to pass out from the pleasure shooting up and down her cock. The knot that has been building in her lower abdomen shifts, traveling to the base of her shaft and coiling tightly.

"Oh Anna, I'm right here Anna."

Anna groans, nodding her head frantically. Her mouth hangs open and she struggles to breathe, trying to take in as much air as she can, trying to get as much oxygen as possible to her brain; to process something else besides the almost unbearable pleasure mounting in her pelvis, underneath the skin. But the hand stroking up and down her erection and the fingers rolling and pinching her scrotum leave her breathless, chest rising and falling shallowly. All she can do is whisper and mumble fervently, "Yes, here. You're right here beside me! Oh, Elsa!"

Something touches her cheek, soft and cool and close—so close. Instinctively, Anna reaches up and pushes her nose into a clothed shoulder, nuzzling the skin just under a pale, fragile ear and inhaling the scent of fine white-gold hair. Something crisp, like peppermint, fills her nostrils and Anna closes her eyes. She mutters incoherently as she jerks her hips into gloved hands, the material sliding up and down her erection easily with how wet she is now.

"Anna."

Anna shakes her head, eyes darting back and forth rapidly beneath their lids. She whimpers as the hand at her base pauses, fingers delicately fondling her scrotum for a bit more before trailing upwards. The gentleness makes her calves twitch, legs parting and bending at the knees to expose more of herself. Her privates are immediately met with a cold breeze and she shivers, head twisting to the side. The hand going up stops and shifts back down, scraping lightly on the large pulsing vein, a tinkling sound like laughter emitting at her tiny show of desperation. When nails underneath silk scratch the sensitive underside of her cock, her thighs give a small jump and Anna is rewarded with one last caress and squeeze. She shudders, whining as the contact travels up again.

Air brushes over her face, the cold a stark contrast to the agonizing heat in her body.

"Anna. Anna, my sweet sister."

The pleasant weight atop her travels down, heavy skirts sliding over her sweaty and overheated skin. The gloved fingers jerking her grip the base of her shaft firmly. Anna reaches out blindly with her right hand, catching nothing but air.

"Anna, look at me."

Her eyes open just the tiniest bit. Sweat trickles down her brow and her whole body trembles, at the edge of her release.

She is so close.

"Look."

And then, suddenly, she's pushed right over. Lips that no longer smile engulf the head of her cock, cold and frost and winter washing over her shaft as the knot of pleasure at the base unravels in seconds.

"ELSA!"

Anna screams as everything goes white. Her whole body arches, toes digging into the sheets, spine popping, and right hand clenching the covers with all her might. She squeezes her eyes shut, mouth open and panting. Lightning races through her body, sparking and alighting every nerve. She gives one final, weak thrust into a cold mouth, gloves squeezing her and finishing her off.

Anna's eyes fly open as she shoots into the air, semen splattering onto her trembling stomach. A few trails coat her dress and Anna glances down. Thick, milky liquid drips down the head of her cock, sliding down her pumping left hand.

Anna is breathless, shaken from her powerful orgasm. She lies there for several long moments, limbs heavy and exhausted. Her fingers finally let go, her erection deflating; sated at last. When her senses begin to return to her, she sighs. The cold makes her shiver, sweat and cum sticking to her clothes, bangs plastered to her forehead. The wind shakes trees and she sees snowflakes falling erratically outside her window when she turns to look. The white crystals stand out against the dark of the night. Her breathing is unsteady and rises in a few foggy wisps. Anna shifts, muscles sore and drained. Her hypersensitive cock brushes against her dress and stomach when she crawls up her bed, sliding under the covers and trembling from post-orgasm.

Anna closes her eyes and turns her head into her pillow, moaning weakly. "O-oooh. I'll clean up in the m-morning."

There's no one here to see her. She'll wipe away her guilt and shame when dawn breaks.

And then, I'll never think of Elsa like that again. She won't ever know.

Her heart throbs painfully, but she pushes back her innermost wish.

Sleep is already at the edges of her consciousness and every inhale is followed by a pleasant, exhausting aftershock. Her breathing slows and she grabs a small pillow and cuddles it to her chest. Her left hand smells of sex, but she'll worry about that in the morning. For now, Anna tucks it in, curls up into a ball.

She's three steps into dreamland when she hears a quiet, shuddering gasp.

Her eyes fly open and she jolts up in bed, searching.

"Who's there?!"

Her breaths come out in puffs and her eyes are darting over every object in her room. The candlelight is dim and every shadow is beginning to make her pulse race. Anna gulps and glances at the window. It's closed, like it's been the whole time.

But what if someone came in while I was bathing and Kai was out?

She slowly slips off her bed, tense, and ears listening for any noise. If someone was here, they didn't want to be found out.

Otherwise they would have done something while I was—

Something creaks.

Anna inhales sharply, head snapping to stare at her wardrobe closet.

The door is ajar. Just open enough that she can see something move inside. Anna clutches the covers tightly, face paling and breath quickening.

Where's the nearest blunt object?

She reaches for her book. It's better than nothing and she can at least throw it at the assailant and cause a distraction while she runs for the door. Her feet touch the floor at last when she hears another noise.

A cry, soft and feminine; desperately trying to be stifled.

That voice…

Anna's heart beats rapidly against her chest and a bead of sweat rolls down her face.

It can't be.

The cry comes again, from within her closet and this time she sees something—the person—shift inside. The moonlight from outside her window and the glow of her candle catch on something white.

Breath catching in her throat, Anna drops her book and strides purposefully towards her wardrobe closet. She knows that voice, even if she hasn't heard it often her brain has memorized its inflection and locked it away for safekeeping. To run towards whenever she hears it, like she's doing now.

And she recognizes the gloves even when she only catches the barest glimpse of them.

Anna swings open the door and the person—girl—inside stumbles in surprise and panic.

She pants, staring, gripping the door of her wardrobe closet with white knuckles.

Blue eyes stare back at her, horrified.

"Elsa?"

And here she stands, hand held out and jaw slack. Her sister's shoulders shake and the soft, tiny cries muffled by her glove makes Anna want to take her in her arms and soothe her.

"Elsa," Anna whispers and takes a tiny step forward. Her mind is reeling with the knowledge that Elsa has been in her room the whole time and that Elsa, her sister, has likely watched her writhe, moan, and thrust to the thought of her like a deviant.

The heady scent of arousal is, ironically, her only hope of mending things before they break.

"I-I can explain," Anna stammers, voice low and hoarse.

From moaning and screaming her name! Something she knows.

Elsa's body slumps and her hand, the one not stifling her cries, wraps around her torso protectively.

Anna swallows, tears stinging her own eyes as she grips the closet door, widening the gap.

"I-It's not what you think," she whispers.

Elsa's eyes fly open and she stares at Anna. "N-Not w-what I-" she gasps, burying her face in her right hand and sobs, sobs, "Anna! Everything! I heard everything."

Guilt and shame slam into her at full throttle, making the tears fall. Anna splutters, gripping the hem of her dress. "I can explain! It's just-"

What was it?! The answer is lost even to her. Could she really be so lonely that she resorted to thinking of Elsa in such vulgar ways? She couldn't possibly be harboring those kinds of feelings for her sister. Her flesh and blood.

Bright blue eyes gaze at her, turbulent with fear and pain. Her heart freezes. She wants to take it all away, make sure Elsa never looks so small and vulnerable. Even if she's the cause.

Could I?

The possibility, another realization for the night, sweeps her off her feet. The storm of confusion threatens to overwhelm her and she whimpers.

"I don't know what happened..."

Elsa's tears stop. She blinks, slow, and her eyes look down. Anna watches, puzzled, as Elsa lifts her left hand and stares at it. She's still shaking all over and she just wants to hold Elsa close.

"No," Elsa whispers, voice distant.

Anna frowns and her heart starts beating in her chest again. Something inside her screams for her to move.

Elsa's fingers are trembling and the horror in her eyes grows. "You really don't know what happened," she says.

The words cut through her, slicing her in two, and striking her heart.

Perhaps she had been mistaken when she smelled arousal.

Of course. There's no way Elsa would ever think like that. Not about me at least.

Anna's knees buckle and her grip on the closet door slackens. She stumbles to the cold, slippery floor and stares at Elsa, tears burning a path on her face. The icy ground bites into her skin, but it only makes up a tenth of the hurt she's feeling.

She wants to say so much. Ask for forgiveness, plead for her sister to forget all she heard and saw, and promise she'll purge herself out of whatever thoughts or feelings—feelings!—she might have.

But all that comes out is a choked sound.

"E-Elsa."

Elsa's gaze snaps down to her, eyes refocusing. She heaves, covering her mouth, and clutching the front of her chest. Anna reaches up, trembling, fingers hovering over her sister's skirts.

Her sister shudders and moves forward.

Hope burns like the dying candle on her nightstand.

Anna stares up at her sister, shivering as Elsa steps out, the sound of her shoes echoing in the still, silent room.

Elsa blinks down at her and a few tears fall again. She shakes her head and runs.

Anna gapes and watches her sister stumble to the door, fumbling with the lock and throwing it open. It swings shut with the force of her haste. Her footsteps fade down the hallway and Anna crumbles into herself.

It's the first time she's let Elsa leave.

She wraps her arms around herself, needing warmth, and cries. Her tears blur her vision and everything melds into an array of shadows, shapes, and dimming candlelight.

Until something catches her eyes.

Anna chokes, blinking in confusion when she sees a small bag in her closet. Heaving, she stumbles forward and snatches it in desperation.

Chocolates.

It's the bag she had dropped in the hallway.

Elsa was returning it.

The sinking realization brings a fresh wave of tears. Her one chance to share something with Elsa and she ruined it.

I ruin everything.

Anna slips to the cold floor, curls up, and sobs herself to sleep.

Outside, the storm thickens.