Damn, but Olaf is Awesome

  As she hung suspended from the bedroom ceiling Anna couldn’t help but think this was starting to get out of hand. Their more intimate activities had begun tamely enough, largely revolving around the sheer joy they felt at being together again, but recently things were escalating at an alarming rate.

 

  She knew it had to do with her relationship with Kristoff and the feelings it roused in her sister. Every time the young man appeared, Elsa would become unusually possessive, which always seemed to result in Anna finding herself in situations like this one.

 

  Dozens of crystalline, icy threads held her a few feet above her sister’s bed, face down. They were cold against her bare skin but it was a refreshing cold and served to somewhat counter the heat rising from her own body. Hard, yet somehow pliant, they gave just enough for her to squirm under her sister’s latest efforts.

 

  “Elsa!” She cried as something slender--and oh so cold--entered her.  Her muscles clenched and she felt a rush of heat and exhilaration as the object warmed up to a more tolerable level inside of her. Anna could hear her sister giggling and tried to crane her neck around to catch sight of her, head swimming with arousal and frustration. “I’m not some toy you can--Oh!”

 

  “Yes, you are, Anna. You’re my toy.” Elsa purred ignoring Anna’s protests, her body flushed with excitement as she reveled in the younger girl’s reaction to the stimulus. Delicate fingers fluttered and the slender ice wand began to move inside her little sister; her other hand was lodged firmly between her own legs. “And my sister,” She said with a low moan. Elsa crawled into the bed, sliding underneath her sister until they were face-to-face. Their blue eyes locked as she continued, “And my lover.”

 

  “Elsa,” Anna pleaded, she shook her head to try to clear it, strawberry blonde braids flying back and forth, but when their eyes met again they were swimming with desire. A cool hand rose to caress Anna’s cheek.

 

  “Shall we swap?” Elsa teased her sister, biting her bottom lip as her other hand kept pace with the fantasy she was building in her mind. “I could be your toy instead… Would you like that?”

 

  Her sister’s fingers met Anna’s lips and the princess found herself drawing them into her mouth, sucking on the cool digits. This was how it always happened. Elsa would send her boyfriend off on some errand and then find an excuse to get them alone where she could ravish her. Anna would put up a small fight then find herself giving into her own needs and letting her sister have her way. Lately, she had started looking forward to Kristoff’s visits for a reason that had nothing to do with him. “W-Whatever you want, Elsa, I don’t care anymore! Just.. keep g-go—What are you? Oh God!” Her words cut off in a strangled cry as the piece of ice inside of her expanded suddenly, growing larger and spinning. She thrashed about in her bonds, eyes closed, crying her sister’s name as Elsa’s magic drove her wild.

 

  Elsa’s eyes were wide open as she stared up at her baby sister, her expression one of pure lust. She brought herself to climax at the same time as she did so for Anna. As both came down from the wave of pleasure, Elsa waved her hands and the ice holding Anna in place began to dissolve one by one into sparkling snowflakes, slowly lowering her sister’s body on top of her. The girls embraced, both still recovering.

 

 

 

 

  The sun was setting when the three triumphant heroes returned to Arendelle. “I’ve got to hand it to you, Kristoff!” Olaf was saying as they passed under the stone archway into the city. “No one handles ice like you, Buddy!  Well, except maybe the Queen, but yeah, that’s not even close to a fair comparison!” He paused to hug Kristoff around his legs, eyes shining with appreciation. “You’re my silver medal.”

 

  Kristoff shook him off wearily. “Enough, Olaf. Let’s just hurry up and get to the castle, okay?”

   

  “The castle?” Olaf exclaimed, rushing to stand in front of Kristoff, spreading out his arms to stop his advance. “Why would you want to go there?”

 

  Kristoff stared blankly at the little snowman. “Because that’s where Anna is and she’s waiting for me?”

 

  “Yeah, but we don’t have to go there right away! I mean, c’mon, we were having so much fun together! Right, Sven?”

The reindeer’s expression aped that of his human companion: completely nonplussed. “C’mon,” Olaf urged. “We could go for a wal—“

 

  “We just did.”

  “Oh! Or go find some mysterious ic—“

  “Just did.”

  “Fine! Then you come up with an idea!”

  “See Anna,” Kristoff stated, pushing past the snowman as Olaf continued to ramble.

 

  “Wait. No. Not that. Hey! I know! Let’s build a snowman! Wouldn’t that be fun? Oh, and maybe Queen Elsa would even bring it to life! I could have a brother! Oh, or a sister! Oh, oh, or a girlfriend! Wouldn’t that be great? Show you who’s the real love expert, eh, Sven? …Sven? Why aren’t you saying anything? Kristoff? What’s with Sven?” He turned to see the pair had left him far behind; they were already at the castle gates. He rushed after them as fast as his chubby little snowman legs would carry him.

 

  “But what if the other snowperson was cuter than I am? Ack! Or funnier? The Queen might like them better! What if they replaced me? She might let them have all the warm hugs! She might not ever kiss my carrot again! Or, she might let them serve as the distraction for her sister’s stupid boyfriend so she can do all sorts of naugh—“ Olaf was cut off as the castle gates slammed shut in his face, causing his various body parts to fall apart in a heap.

 

 

 

   Anna tentatively licked at the mound below the platinum blonde hairs growing between her sister’s legs, trying to emulate the way Elsa always did it for her. “That’s good,” Her sister cooed. “Just like that.”

   

   Elsa had her back propped against the headboard of the bed with her knees up; she could look down at her little sister as she instructed her. One hand toyed with one of Anna’s braids as the other gently guided her head. Her position gave her a perfect view of the door as it opened.

 

   Kristoff stared at the scene before him as if frozen. The queen gave him a radiant smile as she held up a hand to stop him from entering.  “Anna?” Elsa called, loud enough for Kristoff to hear her from his place at the door.

 

   “Wha-?” Anna asked, raising her head from her sister’s crotch with a blank look, a tiny string of saliva connecting her lips to her sister's womanhood before it gave way.

 

   “Do you love me?”

   “Yes,” she responded without any hesitation.

   “More than anyone?”

   “Yes.” Again, there was no hesitation.

   “More than Kristoff?”

   “Yes.”

   “I know.” Elsa leaned down to kiss her sister on the forehead.

 

   Anna had been smiling back at her, but now frowned slightly.

 

   “What is it, Love?” Her sister asked.

 

   “I’m going to have to say something to him... It’s the right thing to do.”  She let out a breath, her face clouding with doubt. “He’ll probably be sad. I don’t like seeing him sad. Oh! And Sven! He’ll be sad, too. Maybe I can get him some carrots to make up for it?” Her expression turned thoughtful as she began to ramble. It made Elsa love her all the more; she was always so cute. “Would that be okay? There’s a farm that he says has the best carrots who sells their crops on the far side of the mark—“ She broke off when Elsa pushed a finger to her lips.

 

  “Slow down. It’ll be okay.”

 

   “But I can’t keep hiding this from him. We need to tell him.”

 

   “Don’t worry.” Elsa assured her little sister as she pushed Anna’s head back down between her legs. The queen looked up to catch Kristoff's eye and began to grin. “I already have.”