Prince Elsa

“Here, try these on.” Anna forcibly pushed the outfit she was holding to her sister. Elsa looked at the clothes.

 

“But aren't these...” She trailed off as her sister nodded. Her hesitance was evident. “I'm not entirely sure about this.”

 

“It'll be fine, just get in 'em.” With a final shove, Anna dumped the outfit into Elsa's arms. When her sister was motionless for a few minutes, she started pulling Elsa's clothes off.

 

“H-hey, wait a second!” Elsa demanded, blushing. “What do you think you're doing?”

 

“They're not going to get off of you if you don't move, silly. Come on, get to changing.” Anna grinned. Elsa just sighed.

 

“Fine,” she finally said, and undressed. She hesitated again before getting dressed into the new outfit. “I'm not sure...I want to do this,” she said.

 

“You're already half-way there,” Anna goaded. “It would be a shame to turn back now.”

 

Elsa was silent for a second, letting that sink in. Finally, she got into the outfit. Her father's old uniform was a bit big for her and had squarer features than the more triangular clothes she was used to. Behind her, she heard Anna gasp.

 

“What is it?” she asked, turning to look at her sister.

 

“You, you look so handsome,” her sister said in awe. Elsa blushed a little.

 

“Come on, I can't look /that/ good in this thing. It's not even the right size.” Elsa saw that it was no use.

 

“I could....” Anna took a step closer, looking entranced. “Oh, Elsa!” She tackled Elsa, landing on the bed. She looked into Elsa's eyes, and then kissed her on the mouth with such passion. At first, Elsa didn't know what to do, but finally started kissing her sister back.

 

After several second of energetic kisses, they both started to undress. Before they could strip down to nothing, they heard the sound of the door opening, and they both stopped and jumped into “natural” positions, covering up anything that may have caused suspicion.

 

Kristoff and Olaf entered.

 

“Oh hey, they /are/ in here!” Olaf confirmed to his companion. “See? I told you.”

 

“Yeah, you sure did.” Kristoff's voice had no emotion, as if he was sick of dealing with the living snowman. He gasped when he saw Elsa in the man's uniform. “Elsa, hey, I'm liking the look,” his face and voice actually contained an honest compliment.

 

“Heh, thanks,” she said, brushing a loose hair away from her face.

 

Anna jumped up. “Oh, hey Kristoff, I need to go out and get something. Mind tagging along?”

 

Her husband smiled. “Anything for you dear.” He turned his gaze to Elsa. “Although I like the look, I'd advise you not to go out like that; the women will swarm you. Trust me, Prince Elsa.” He winked as he was pulled out the door by the redhead.