Never trust Olaf

“C’mon!” Olaf urged Kristoff and Sven, waving his twiggy arms excitedly as he ran back and forth before the advancing pair, the small cloud that kept him cold doing its best to follow his hurried motions. “We’re almost there!”

 

“Olaf, we’ve been following you through the forest for over an hour,” Kristoff replied, clearly irritated with the little snowman. “You’ve been saying that ‘we’re almost there’ for most of that time. If we’re not there in the next ten minutes, Sven and I are turning around.”

 

The reindeer gave a snort of approval. He had inhaled the carrot he had been bribed with immediately and was starting to think he had gotten a bum deal.

 

“Oh, no. No. No. No. No. No,” Olaf said, stopping and turning around. “That would be bad. Very bad.” He waddled up to Kristoff and stared up at him, suddenly solemn. “As the official Ice Master Frozen Stuff Guy Man of Arendelle, the queen has specially charged you with investigating this mystery! Disobeying her would be bad. …Perilous, even.”

 

“Ice Deliverer.” Kristoff corrected wearily. “I’m not the master of any-- Perilous?” Kristoff demanded.

 

“Means dangerous,” The snowman explained, giving a knowing nod to Sven as if to say of course he’d have to explain it to the man raised by trolls. ‘”Hazardous. Risky, even. Full of not goodtitude--”

 

“I know what it means!” Kristoff roared back.

 

“Who knows what Queen Elsa might do if you refused her direct order?” The snowman continued, unfazed. “Imprisonment? Exile?” His head rolled off his shoulders, hitting the ground with a plop. “Decapitation?”

 

“The queen would never do that!” Kristoff shouted, scooping Olaf’s head up and shoving it none too gently back onto his body. Sven was staring wide-eyed at him.

 

“She wouldn’t!” Kristoff reassured his best friend.

 

“Oh, right!” Olaf chirped, suddenly cheerful again. “I mean it’s not like she ever went crazy and froze the entire kingdom, not to mention almost killed her beloved only sister just because she got upset and lost control of her emotions…” He resumed marching, still jabbering away. “Wait! She did do that! Aw, but I’m sure the ice guy has nothing to fear from making her angry. Ha. You know the guy who brings ice into the kingdom. Haha! Ice! The stuff she can just make any time she feels like without a second thought--”

 

“We’re going! We’re going!” Kristoff sighed.

 

Another chance, and another missed opportunity. Lately, it seemed like every time he came into the city to try to spend time with Anna he ended up doing something else. While he didn’t really believe Olaf’s threats, he couldn’t help but wonder if the queen really was angry with him.

 

He couldn’t think of anything specific he had done to upset or offend her. He always tried to be on his best behavior when she was present and she was nice enough, but she also always seemed to have some task or errand for him, whether it was writing reports of shipping amounts, negotiating prices, or the weeks-long trip he’d taken to oversee the ice transportation to outlying areas of the kingdom.

 

And now, he was off on some ridiculous trek to examine some ‘mysterious ice’ that had been reported. He sighed again, and gave Sven an encouraging pat. “C’mon, boy. Let’s hurry and get this over with.”

 

 

 

 

 

“No. No. No. No. No. Yes!” Anna moaned to the top of her older sister’s head, which was currently busy, buried between her legs. They were in the royal bedchambers, spread out on a huge, richly decorated bed.

 

Queen Elsa pulled back from her favorite spot, bright blue eyes sparkling with amusement as she looked up at Anna. “I knew you’d change your tune once I’d gotten you away from that man.”

 

“H-His name is Kristoff!” The strawberry blonde insisted as the queen resumed. “And he’s really very sweet, if you’d just give him a chance.”

 

“I don’t need to give him a chance,” Elsa responded as she lightly traced the folds of her sister’s sex with her tongue, grinning inwardly at every gasp or tremble made by the princess. “There’s nothing he has that could possibly interest me…”

 

“Well, he interests me,” Anna half protested, half whined, her last word trailing out into another moan that was music to the queen’s ears. “He loves me,” She continued after taking a moment to gird herself against her sister’s assault on her womanhood and pressed on. “And I love him back.”

 

“You love me,” Elsa said dismissively, her tongue dipping into Anna’s honey pot briefly.

 

“I love both of you!” Anna insisted, her hands trailing through her sister’s platinum blonde hair, massaging her scalp and not quite encouraging her efforts.

 

“You love me more,” Elsa told her flatly before pausing to stare up at the younger girl. “Don’t you?”

 

“Yes!” Anna blurted out. “I mean, no! I mean… I don’t know! Of course I love you, but. This is… I mean, you’re my sister… E-Elsa!” She screamed the last word as her sister suddenly dived back down and viciously attacked the little bud above her lips. “Oh my God!”

 

Elsa flicked away at her baby sister’s weak spot a while longer before a question drifted up from between Anna’s legs. “Don’t you?”

 

“Elsa!” Anna begged, “P-Please! Don’t make me! Please!”

 

Elsa pulled back slightly and blew a breath of cool air onto Anna’s crotch, wracking her sister’s body in sudden surprise from the sheer sensation of the cold and her own lust. The queen’s voice came in a whisper. “Say it, little sister…”

 

Anna writhed beneath the woman that less than a year ago she only wished she could talk to, head jerking back and forth as her sister began to take long, slow laps at her pussy, her warm mouth quickly easing the cold. “Elsa! I! Please!” As her resolve crumbled, her big sister went in for the kill.

 

“Say. It. Now.” Elsa demanded. Her tongue was an icicle that shot out to stab at the sensitive little organ that was now fully exposed, punctuating each word.

 

“Yes!” Anna screamed hysterically as a wave of pleasure washed over her. “Yes! I love you! I love you more!”

Elsa grinned up at the princess, lips shining from her own sister’s juices. “Good girl,” She said before dipping back down.

 

With renewed vigor Elsa gripped Anna’s thighs for leverage and ravaged her precious little sister’s sex, licking, sucking, nibbling, slurping while Anna ground the platinum blonde’s face against her mound, babbling incoherently as she came again and again.

 

Anna was a hot mess when Elsa finally left her favorite spot between her sister’s legs, climbing up the massive bed to wrap her arms around her love and savor her warmth.

 

“You’re so mea--” The princess grumbled, though she did nothing to reject her sister’s embrace, her words cut off by a tender kiss that was flavored with her own fluids.

 

“I love you,” Elsa said simply when they parted. “You’re mine, and I’m yours. Forever. You saved me...” A dark look briefly crossed her beautiful face before blossoming into a brilliant smile. “Saved me from myself. And I won’t ever let someone take you away now that we’re together again.