Wanna Build a Snowman

        Anna had known cold before, only now it seemed to penetrate down through her bones. When she and Kristoff we're making there way to the castle they had faced the worst weather that the eternal winter had ever been but deep within the castle it was different, creeping at you from all directions.  She tried to look around but the room was too dimly lit to see more than a few feet in front of her and trying to move was useless as icy shackles bit at her wrists.

 

        A voice cut through the frigid air, “Anna?”

 

        She instantly recognized the voice of her lost sister. Was she also imprisoned in this icy dungeon, forced to make this glacier castle for some terrible captor?

 

        “Hello, Elsa?” Anna's voice strained to leave the warmth of her throat.

 

        “Is it really you Anna?” Elsa asked her again

 

        “Yes, Elsa its me. Are you chained up too?”

 

        Stepping into the light Anna finally saw her sister for the first time in years. She was clearly not a captive, at least not one of this dungeon. She wore a crystal-blue dress that hung off her shoulder that seemed to be transparent in certain light. A slightly confused look was painted across her face.

 

        “Why would I be chained up in my dungeon?”

 

        Ignoring the question Anna almost burst into tears. It had been so long since she had seen her sister, the last time they were both still children. Seeing her sisters reaction, Elsa moved closer to embrace her sister.  Anna reaches up to return the hug but the frozen chains stop her. A laugh escapes Elsa mouth.

 

        “Now that you know it's me, care to unlatch these?” Anna laughs

 

        “Oh, of course!” Elsa says, she begins to reach for the ice shackles to melt them away. As Elsa's hand reaches the restraint, a thought strikes Anna.

 

        “Wait, where is Kristoff?”

 

        Something in Elsa's face changes, as if the joy of the moment had suddenly left her. A scowl replaces her smile and she draws her hand back.

 

        “What?”

 

        “Kristoff, he helped me find you?”

 

        “Why does it matter where he is?” Elsa's scowl turns to a look of sorrow.

 

        “Well he's my friend”

 

        “Friend” Elsa repeats, the room somehow growing colder as the word escapes her lips. “I've been alone for a long time, Anna. When I saw you again I thought neither of us would need anyone else, but clearly you think otherwise.”

        “What are you talking about Elsa, he helped me search for you? I wouldn't be here without him”

 

        “But you are here now, so what use do we have for him now?”

 

        “Use for him? Elsa are yo-” Before she could finish her words and ball of ice formed in her mouth gagging her.

 

        “When I saw you come into the castle with him I was afraid it would come to this. Clearly you have feelings for this 'friend' and I just can't see that working out. You think he cares for you the way you care for him, the way I care for you?”

 

        The ice chains melt away and are reformed into a standing stocks. With a wave of her hand Elsa slides the stocks farther from the wall, forcing Anna to stand bent at the waist facing the center of the room.

 

        “MMPH” Anna struggles against the gag as she watches Elsa walk to the other side of the room. She adjusts the curtains so more light floods in and Anna sees Kristoff blindfolded and chained to a table with the same icy bonds that held her moments before.

 

        “How much do you think he cares for you, Anna? How easy would it be to tempt him?” she asks. A frightened look is the only response.

 

        “Do you want to build a snowman, sister?” Elsa asks,repeating the same question Anna had asked her a thousand times in their youth, this time with a threatening tone. Elsa began to concentrate and with a few waves of her hands a body started to take shape out of the freezing moisture in the air.

 

        The legs formed first, long and slender. Then the torso up to the shoulders and then the arms. Anna watched in panic as she saw the head begin to form upon the shoulders because standing there before her was an almost perfect naked replica of her self made of ice.

 

        “Pretty good, eh sister? Lets see if your Kristoff can tell the difference.” Elsa boasts as she waves the ice Anna to life. It begins to walk over to Kristoff tied to the table. The faux Anna stops at his head and removes the blindfold.

 

        “Anna?” he calls, but the icy Anna stuffs the cloth in his mouth and says nothing. Instead she moves down to his waist and begins to undo his pants. Pulling out his manhood she begins to take it into her mouth.

 

        “See Anna?” Elsa asks, “Do you see how easy he is to fool? Granted, I did make her a little more endowed than you but I'm sure he prefers it that way” But Anna wasn't looking, her eyes shut and head turned away. Elsa grabs her sister's face, her icy grip gnawing at Anna's checks, forcing her to watch as the icy copy worked Kristoff's shaft deeper into its throat. Tears begin to fall down Anna's face and freeze as they approach her sisters grip.

 

        Elsa melts away Anna's gag. “Convinced he never cared for you yet?”

 

        “Elsa, please stop this” Anna cries out before the gag is replaced.

 

        “So you need more persuading” Elsa concludes as she looks back to the icy version of her sister.

With a nod from Elsa, the ice Anna releases Kristoff from her mouth and climbs on top of his bound body. As it starts to mount him it looks back, its emotionless eyes piercing Anna's own.  Anna can't help but watch as the frigid mirror image of herself lowers itself onto Kristoff. Muffled moans escape through the makeshift gag as the imitation's hips meet Kristoffs own.  Hearing the sounds of his pleasure draws Elsa's attention away from her sister.

 

        “I can't really blame you, Anna” she confesses, “I mean, a burly mountain man like this? I can see why you're infatuated”. Kristoff's moans become heavier as the ice Anna speeds up its movements. With a stroke of Anna's head, Elsa leaves her sister side. “Hmm, it seems our gag isn't quite enough to quiet him.”

 

        Elsa begins to strip as she approaches Kristoff's chained body, revealing her naked body. Her skin is a pale white from the cold that emanates from deep within her body. With a touch to Kristoff's shirt Elsa instantly freezes it solid and with a light flick of her finger it shatters away. She runs a single frigid finger up his gruff chest, leaving a pale blue streak of nearly frozen flesh up to his neck. Upon reaching his head she pulls out the improvised gag.

 

        In one fluid motion Elsa swings herself onto the table facing both Anna and the imitation, positioning herself just above Kristoff's waiting mouth. Putting her hands on his chest to balance herself, Elsa began to lower as Kristoff strains to meet her.

 

        “See Anna, if he truly cared for you would he be so eager to please me?” she asked as Kristoff's tongue began to explore between her thighs. A few whimpers were the only reply. After a few moments Elsa begins to grind against him, using his face to pleasure herself.

 

        Anna could barely believe what was happening before her. Why was her sister doing this? What had drove her to be this way? But these thoughts were soon pushed out as she continued watch the depraved scene. For the first time since saddling Kristoff, the snowy Anna looked away from her to face Elsa. While it turned, Elsa met it and her expression changed from a one of determination to one closer to the happiness Anna had first seen upon their reunion but this time with a tinge of lust. Still grinding into her captive, Elsa leaned forward on her hands and the imitation did the same until they were inches away. Moans begin to escape her lips as her breathing becomes labored. She leans closer still, then at last they meet and her tongue penetrates the lips of the frost version of her sister.