Kristelsa

        >A hot summer afternoon, the sun is shining bright with no cloud in sight.

        >My public duties are complete and I have the rest of the day off.

        >Perhaps sis would like to go for a stroll and finish it off at the sauna.

        >Anna spends most of her time with her fiancé, Kristoff, nowadays.

        >Things had been going steady between them. Thus I allowed Kristoff to take permanent residence inside of the castle (in the opposite wing, of course).

        >As I head down to my sister's room, my mind wanders.

        >I only know so much about Kristoff. Our conversations are mostly scarce and often monopolized by Anna. But if I had to describe him, I'd say he was a "big, caring, mountain child who keeps my sister down to earth".

        >And he loves ice. That's a plus.

        >As images of the tall blonde roll in the back of my mind, I come to a stop.

        >Ah. No one is in here.

        >I approach the window to get a good view of the gate plaza.

        >Kristoff?

        >An overdressed man standing by one of the fountains is chatting with one of the guard.

        >Maybe he knows where Anna is.

        >I fix my hair absent-mindedly, making my way out. A small smile reaches my lips as I muse: should I scold the guard for slacking off, or mountain boy for disturbing a guard on duty?

        >Stepping outside, the sun beams hit my pale blue dress, which I have taken a liking of customizing. It glows in a spectacular manner.

        >"Kristoffer" I say with a playful tone, announcing my presence. Gotta keep my cool.

        >A slight shoulder jump. "Your majesty Queen Elsa" he turns to me, hiding all trace of surprise behind a soft smile.

        >Damn that smile

        >Wait, what?

        >"Have you seen my sister?" I reply, eyeing the guard scamper back to his post.

 

Continue?

Sorry for any mistake, English is not my first language.

 

        >"She went horse riding"

        >"And you did not accompany her? Is she alone?" worry strings my voice.

        >"Nah, one of the guard and the stable master are with her"

        >He seems confident in her safety, so I drop the subject.

        >"I see. What are you doing on this fine afternoon alone, then?" I let out nonchalantly.

        >Although being in each other's presence is actually comfortable.

        >Perhaps he feels it too, since he closes the distance between us.

        >He stands in front of me, a good head taller than I am.

        >I take a mental note to conjure higher heels next time.

        >"I was thinking of going into the woods when I started chatting with Anders, it's been a while and," he says while scratching his right ear, "It's really calm there, you know" the smile is back.

        >Thoughts about my sister seem far away now (well, she's having fun anyway).

        >"Hmm. Actually, I had similar plans in mind. Would you... mind if I tagged along?" the surprise now definitely showing on his face.

        >"It'd be an honor for me, your majesty" he plays it cool. But I'm still cooler.

        >"Fantastic, let us go then...and Elsa is fine"

        >"Kristoff is fine too"

 

Getting there, getting there...First time writting, eh.

 

        >The pressure of conversation isn't present during our walk. Which is nice.

        >One glance at Kristoff, whose eyes are set on the north mountain.

        >The north mountain. Once my sanctum, where I had unleashed all my emotions; tasting freedom for the first time.

        >Now life at the castle was peaceful. My sis and I have plenty of bonding time, but ultimately, she spends more time with Kristoff.

        >Leaving me longing for companionship.

        >A soft cough stirs me out of my internal musing.

        >Luscious green leaves above our heads, the north mountain is now invisible.

        >I stop and send a questionning look towards the other blonde.

        >"Your dress... It's really pretty today"

        >"T-thank you" Well that was unexpected.

        >His eyes trace my figure, I feign my awareness and let him look (why not).

        >Expecting more silence, I step forward to continue our marche.

        >"Would you like to sit here for a bit?" he points a soft patch of half shaded grass near a tree.

        >"Sure, I don't mind" I head to the pointed direction then sit.

        >Kristoff follows and sits next to me.

        >He leans back, rests his head on the tree and closes his eyes.

        >Now my eyes are tracing his figure.

        >"Quiet is nice" it comes out more or like a whisper.

        >Quiet is the opposite of Anna, I think to myself.

 

Ok this embarassing but it's 8 AM right now and I have been up for 30 hours, so I must go sleep. But I will screenshot these and deliver the rest later. Sorry for the inconvinience. Stay frosty.

 

Some might remember me from yesterday... I was writing a small Kristelsa thing I don't even know why, I don't even ship it. I'm making it up as I go, let's see where it leads.

 

http://pastebin.com/2CjDgAD9 (I corrected a few things from my original posts).

 

        >He breaks the silence after a few minutes.

        >"It must be tiresome, all these royal business and affairs"

        >"Only sometimes. I do my best in order to please the kingdom. I must keep up, even when there is a lot to do"

        >"Well, you should be careful. Wouldn't want our queen to collapse or fall ill"

        >Is he worried about me?

        >"Relax more"

        >"This is what I am doing right now, am I not?" I let out a stupid girly giggle, then cough to cover it.

        >He looks at me.

        >An expression I can't decipher.

        >"Glad you are enjoying this then"

        >I hadn't noticed our closeness until now. Our arms are touching.

        >"How are things with sis" I ask while fiddling with my fingers.

        >Ever so good at choosing topics, Elsa.

        >"Things are... alright"

        >What?

        >I turn my head ever so slightly, to read his face again.

        >No smile, no eyes twinkling, nothing.

        >Instantly miss his smile.

        >Kristoff senses my confusion. He waves his hand at me and say "I told her I wanted some time alone and well, she panicked a little"

        >Anna doesn't do "alone" very well, I state to my innerself.

        >I nod to indiquate he may continue.

        >"I tried to explain that everyone needs some solitude from time to time, it helps unwind and clear your mind..."

        >Two loners sitting in a forest. Fitting.

        >Strange though. I always had the impression things were perfect and wonderful between these two, but I only had my sis' side of the story.

        >"You're right, Kristoff" he seems surprised. "Don't feel guilty for wanting such thing. Anna tends to avoid emptiness in every aspect of her life. I guess I left a mark on her from shutting her out so much..." my voice trails off more quietly.

 

        >"It's why she is out horseriding, actually" he says quickly, as if to prevent my mind from venturing into bad memories "she agreed, reluctantly, to try and spend time on our own"

        >"I see. If I had known back at the castle, I wouldn't have asked to come" my gaze drops to the grass next to me.

        >"Oh no no, it's quite fine. This is probably the first time you and I are alone together, anyway. Wouldn't miss such a chance"

        >Chance? Try not to blush, Elsa.

        >Meeting his eyes would probably provoke that effect, so instead, I take in the view around us.

        >Time has passed and the sun's light now tints our surrounding with gold accents.

        >Wildlife has started to come out, accustomized to our presence.

        >"These woods are beautiful, don't you think"

        >Kristoff looks around.

        >"Yes, I can never get enough. My family taught me a lot about the woods. It was practically my home"

        >"Father would bring me here to study sometimes" I share with him "he used to say the library was a depressing place"

        >Kristoff falls silent

        >Did I say something wrong?

        >"Hey I wanna show you something" he finally adds with a booming voice.

        >He scrambles up. My arm and shoulder feel cold.

        >Kristoff offers me a hand, which I take, and he pulls me up to my feet.

        >He doesn't let go.

        >We stray off of the usual path, into thicker greenery.

 

        >I find myself wanting to know more about Kristoff.

        >Anna has shared some information. "He's a talented singer" and "he refuses to eat deer meat" and "he's an ice expert".

        >But we all know who the real ice expert is.

        >Even so, his past remains a mystery.

        >"We're here"

        >The forest opens up to a clearing, closer to the north mountain, with a big waterfall.

        >"The waterfall? What is it you want to show me here?" I inquire

        >He approaches the water and ponders for a moment.

        >The sky is now a mix of purple and red. It's getting late, but I don't mind.

        >"Well, Kristoff, has the cat got your tongue-" I say playfully while making my way to him. Suddenly, he jumps into the water.

        >What the hell?

        >"Kristoff! What are you doing!?"

        >He shakes his head frantically, like a dog would do "the thing I want to show you is over there" he gestures behind him, at the foot of the waterfall "get in, it's still warm"

        >I barely have time to digest my confusion. I look down at my dress.

        >You know, ice melts in a body of water.

        >"Um, I don't think this is a good idea"

 

Pfff where am I even going with this haha

 

        >Kristoff seems to understand my reluctance. He swims in my direction.

        >He looks like the happiest child on earth right now, which I find midly amusing.

        >I am quite happy myself.

        >What is he doing?

        >Kristoff is pulling off his top garment.

        >Must look elsewhere.

        >The grass is looking very green today.

        >He throws it my way "put this on then get in"

        >I crouch down and touch the wet fabric

        >"...This better be worth it, Kristoff" I eye him dangerously.

        >You're looking, Elsa.

        >Water splashes around his muscled torso as he swims backward, keeping eye contact with me.

        >It's almost as if he planned this.

        >I quickly swing the shirt over my head and jump.

        >I hear cheers as I resurface

        >"I knew you wouldn't bail out, you seem like the daring type. Now come here"

        >I raise my eyebrow at him. I'll show you daring.

 

        >Of course, as predicted, upon entering the water any magical ice I had conjured vanished.

        >Leaving me only wearing Kristoff's overly big (thank god) attire.

        >The water feels nice, though.

        >"I haven't gone swimming in so long" I mention with no particular purpose.

        >"Isn't it great" he replies with a huge grin.

        >A feeling of complicity invades me. This also feels a bit... intimate.

        >I sway my feet and move around a bit, getting used to the water. My hair is now loose and flows behind me as I move.

        >Kristoff does the same as he observes me.

        >I have to keep my hands on the bottom hem to stop it from floating up.

        >Words are unecessary right now.

        >Subtle looks and smiles are exchanged.

        >I don't want this to end.

        >It feels so much different than being in my sister's company. My only company, really.

        >Kristoff notices my frowned expression.

        >He gets closer, but stops, silently asking permission.

        >I give a tiny nod.

        >"We should do this every weekend"

        >"That'd be... wonderful" I let out breathily.

        >Our feet bump into one another. Then again. I give a forceful and playful kick on his thigh which shoves him away.

        >"Hey!"

        >Kristoff swims back menacingly towards me, his hand stretched out in the water.

 

Also I'm stopping here. Sorry for being a blueballer, but it's 10 AM and I must go sleep! I'll deliver again later.

 

Ok so here's a tiny little fluff update. Will get back to it again tonight (sorry it's so short).

 

        >Before I get a chance to escape, Kristoff's hands are on me.

        >Well, on my sides.

        >Uncontrollable squeals, laughter and shrieks come out of my mouth.

        >Instinct tells me to squirm to fight him off.

        >His tickling slows down and I can finally breathe.

        >"You do know it is a punishable offense to assault the Queen with such childish behavior" I manage to say, still panting.

        >"The sounds you were making weren't very 'Queen-like'" he retorts with a snort.

        >Someone needs to be taught a lesson.

        >I would gladly reply to him, but my voice gets caught in my throat when I notice our position.

        >Kristoff is keeping me afloat in his arms.

        >My body size, in comparison to his, is tiny.

        >Buffed by all the ice cutting, Kristoff's muscles feel strong and firm around me.

        >This would be a fairly friendly display if my outfit didn't consist of one single soaked shirt.

        >I should say something.

        >"S-so what did you want to show me, anyway?" curse you, stutter.

        >"Ah. Right. Follow me" my question seems to drag him out of deep thoughts.

        >Which leaves me pondering what they were.

 

        >Kristoff quickly regains the eagerness he had shown earlier in the woods as we approach the waterfall.

        >From our previous spot, it only uttered a soft rumble. Now, being this close, each drop from the cascade sounds like a thunder in the sky.

        >"We have to go through" he shouts to be heard.

        >I stopped questionning the man's crazy decisions when he chose to betroth my sister.

        >"Climb my back"

        >Excuse me?

        >"Look" he adds quickly "the ground here is uneven and much more deep, if you fall you'll get dragged under"

        >Makes sense.

        >Then I remember my uncovered bottom.

        >My heart starts racing and I cannot make up my mind.

        >Kristoff looks puzzled at my hesitation.

        >"I'll do it, just... let me handle it"

        >He offers me his back and I hop onto him then wrap my arms around his neck.

        >Thiswasabadidea.

 

More lewd or less? This is so ooc at this point ahhh...

 

        >Before I can adjust myself, Kristoff moves into the waterfall.

        >The force of the water crashing down on me is stronger than anticipated.

        >My face nestles itself in the crook of Kristoff's neck, for protection.

        >My chest is flush flat against his toned back.

        >My surrounding becomes a whirl.

        >Much like my mind, to be honest.

        >"Elsa, are you okay?" his voice resounding along with the water cascading.

        >"Hm?" I peek up and the view baffles me.

        >It's a cavern, but the walls are covered in shiny little gems of many colors.

        >"Are these... Troll stones?!" I exclaim, sounding much like Anna when she eats ice cream.

        >Kristoff chuckles softly "welcome to my secret hideout!"

        >I let go and slide off.

        >From the entrance, the ground becomes gradually higher, leaving the deeper and upper soil dry.

        >I feel air on my lower body.

        >Oh.

        >With an astoundingly quick flip of the hand, they are covered in a thin layer of ice, mimicking white satin.

        >Kristoff is trying (but failing) to hide his red face.

        >I hold back a snarky "Enjoying the view?" comment, simply because I can't complain myself.

        >He clears his throat and begins to speak "This afternoon, you mentionned something about your dad taking you to the forest to study,"

        >I wait for him to continue.

        >"Well, this place, my dad discovered it. He's was an ice worker too, you know? He'd climb this waterfall during the winter, and swim in it during the summer"

        >"He shared this emplacement with me so I'd have a haven of my own"

        >The way he speaks is passionate, but also tinted with nostalgia.

        >"It's beautiful Kristoff" I say with a shy smile "I'm truly grateful you wanted to share this place with me"

 

The slowlest writter, it is meeeee.

 

        >His hand traces the curve of the wall.

        >"You're actually the first person to see this place, besides me and my father"

        >The first? What about Anna? Why me and not her? I keep these questions to myself.

        >I can sense from Kristoff that this is not some silly matter.

        >My cheeks redden upon the realisation that I am important to him.

        >Of course I am, I'm his Queen.

        >I still don't know how to naviguate the conversation, so I hope Kristoff keeps going.

        >He does. "These stones. After my father passed..."

        >"I was one more burden to the other ice workers. But then, this 'family' took me in" he says while grinning to himself.

        >"They would give me these stones to make me feel better, to make me happy when I missed my father. And I'd come here, carve them into the walls"

        >I let my gaze wander.

        >There must be a couple hundreds of these glowing gems.

        >Their luminescence is enough to give a dimmed welcoming ambiance to the sad cave.

        >While looking around, I find myself standing next to Krisoff.

        >"You must miss him a lot" I breathe out, old emotions resurfacing.

        >He's searching for something into my eyes.

        >Kristoff.

        >I didn't know one could feel such connection with someone other than from blood kin.

        >Hug him.

        >Hugging is -not- a bad thing, come on.

        >My hands reach out and stroke his chin.

        >His face is closer.

        >I thought I said 'hug' him.

 

BOOM! Cliffhanger. Good night my lovelies, stay frosty.

 

It's time /frz/

 

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        >Oh dear.

        >My lips are pressed against the corner of his mouth.

        >Lingering there a tad too long.

        >My breath hitches in my throat.

        >I half expect Kristoff to push me away.

        >When he doesn’t, I look up to him.

        >I swear his eyes are a darker shade now.

        >It must be the lighting.

        >This is wrong.

        >Tingles shoot up in my hands, my powers begging for a release under such overwhelmingness.

        >Kristoff is also fighting his own inner turmoil by the looks of it.

        >”…We should…” I mutter hesitantly.

        >”Should…” he responds but leaves the rest unspoken.

        >…Go. It’s getting late” I don’t want to.

        >I turn away rapidly and stride towards the entrance, not bothering to look back.

        >Our exchanges during the afternoon had been of genuine amicable feelings.

        >I try to convince myself that my motives just now were purely out of seeking comfort.

        >”Kristoff, the Queen needs her carriage” I jest tentatively, standing in front of the water.

 

        >The sky is now covered by a blanket of stars.

        >The discomfort in my tummy tells me it’s not far after dinner time.

        >The walk back is (awfully) quiet.

        >But talking about our little escapade would end by bringing up the last event.

        >I nearly kissed my sister’s fiancé.

        >My knowledge in partnership might be minimal, but I do know it isn’t a proper thing to do.

        >I wonder what Kristoff is thinking.

        >’We should do this every weekend’ he mentioned previously today.

        >I can feel anxiety and excitement pumping through my veins just thinking about our next sortie.

        >Calm down, Elsa.

        >I’m dealing with this poorly, for someone who claims to be a queen.

        >We’re about to enter the castle grounds.

        >”Are you hungry, Kristoff?”

        >”Hm? Oh, a little I suppose”

        >”I can have the chefs prepare meals for both of us, if you’d like” I offer with a small smile.

        >He blinks a couple times before answering.

        >”Actually, I have to go take care of Sven, you go on ahead”

        >Conceal disappointment.

        >”No problem. Have a good night then” my pace undisturbed, I send a wave with the back of my hand before disappearing behind doors.

 

        >I don’t know what I was expecting.

        >Anyhow, Kristoff didn’t seem upset, which is good.

        >My thoughts are pushed aside by familiar smells and noises tickling my senses.

        >I’m back to where I left off this afternoon.

        >I waste no time and march towards the kitchen.

        >Thumping steps behind me.

        > Imminent impact.

        >”Elsa!” slim arms snake around my waist.

        >Ever so snuggly, sis.

        >“Hello Anna- woah, be careful!” her insistent cuddling almost make the two of us stumble over.

        > “Oops! My bad. I missed you” she flashes a sheepish grin.

        >”So did I. Now if you’ll excuse me, I haven’t eaten yet-”

        >”Where were you anyway?!” the curiosity is going to kill her if I don’t spill.

        >”I’ll tell you when I have a plate in front of me, now come”

        >Anna probably had double desert serving judging by how bouncy she is.

        >After ordering the staff to bring some food to the table, I sit down with Anna next to me.

        >She intertwines our fingers and waits for me to begin.

        >Her skin contrasts against mine. Seems like she’s gotten a bit of a tan.

        >It looks good on her.

        >I absently stroke her knuckles “How was the riding session?”

        >She is slightly taken aback by my question “It was fun”

        >She proceeds to tell me her journey in details.

        >Anna is adorable when she’s tale telling.

        >She has all these cute little quirks.

        >My food arrives. “I bought some flowers on the way back, I set them in your room” this girl is beaming.

        >”Oh? Thank you, that’s very considerate. Now –“ my stomach voices its impatience “Meal time”

 

I'm here, just hella procrastinating

 

        >The food is nothing less than delicious.

        >My sister giggles as I neglect proper table etiquette in order to get food faster into my system.

        >I simply squint my eyes at her.

        >”Your turn Elsa, what did you do today?”

        >I swallow. I have to think before answering.

        >Today the couple was supposed to spend time on their own. But I ended up being Kristoff’s hiking companion.

        >Anna wouldn’t think bad of me if I told her, I think…

        >”Well, first I set off to find you, but I found your suitor”

        >”Kristoff?”

        >”Who else?” I reply with a soft chuckle “Yes, Kristoff. He told me your whereabouts. Then I inquired about his plans and well… I went along with him”

        >Her eyebrows shoot up.

        >Oh no.

        >”You two are spending time together, that’s great!”

        >Disaster avoided.

        >”What did you guys do?” she chirps, inching closer to me.

        >”Walked around the woods… Went for a swim…” I’m going through my memories.

        >Blonde hair catching the sun. Dazzling smile. Warm caring eyes. Defined smooth body-.

        >Wow.

        >No.

        >My chair is pushed back and Anna is staring at me.

        >”S-Sorry I just remembered I have something to tend to”

        >What am I going to do?

        >I hear Anna’s voice filled with confusion, but I can’t face her.

 

Done for the night. I might add some Elsanna fluff (muh ship) but I promise to keep this Kristelsa.

 

Night /frz/

 

Early (weak) delivery, bear with me /frz/, Kristoff will be back soon enough.

 

        >I may have raised a lot of questioning from my sister.

        >And attention is what I need least right now.

        >Maybe I should talk to Kristoff.

        >Or have a restful night of sleep.

        >I don’t want to think about this anymore.

        >When I reach my room, it is already lit up by a few candles.

        >I begin my bedtime routine. Well-known gestures repeated over numerous nights ease my mind.

        >My hands glide through my hair, untangling a few small knots on their way.

        >Then I slip into a looser and cozier outfit.

        >Anna’s bouquet is displayed on my nightstand. It’s composed of white azaleas and daisies, most likely handpicked.

        >I suddenly wish I hadn’t ran way.

        >”Anna…” they smell wonderful. Like her.

        >I kind of wish she would come and knock on my door.

        >But what would I even say to her? An apology, possibly.

        >I swing the blankets over my head and hope sleep comes visit soon.

>It’s cold.

 

        >The bed shifts all of a sudden.

        >Before I have time to get alarmed I feel a soft and familiar palm on my shoulders.

        >My throat is too groggy, so I simply turn around and ‘mmm’ at my favorite night visitor.

        >Anna looks concerned, yet she is smiling.

        >”…I’m sorry” she snuggles impossibly close.

        >”Mmwhat for?”

        >“I made you upset”

        >Lords mighty, Anna, you always blame yourself for everything.

        >”You didn’t” I pause “I’m glad you’re here”

        >The poor girl probably couldn’t shut her eyes thinking she had done me wrong.

        >I don’t know how to tell her yet. I will need more time.

        >”Let’s talk later mmk?” my free hand roams on her back soothingly.

        >”Sure” she says buried in my neck.

        > It’s warm now.

 

And gone I am. Got stuff on my mind so I'm not feeling it tonight, sorry. Stay frosty.

 

Guess who's punching writer's block in the face.

 

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        >Nothing compares to the feeling of being engulfed in the warm coziness of your bed.

        >The world around you just seems to disappear.

        >Except when there’s some incessant giggles echoing through the castle.

        >Who on earth is up at this hour and deliberately being loud?

        >I let out a frustrated sigh and sit up.

        >The absence of a figure next to me and the stifled girly laughter answer my question.

        >Anna…

        >I hear a loud ‘thud’ then some shushing.

        >Time to investigate.

        >I engage stealth mode and make my way towards the source of night time disturbance.

        >I rub my hands along my arms to create a small amount of friction heat in hope to replicate the warmth of the bed I just left.

        >The cold never bothered me anyway.

        >But I still like feeling snug.

        >Whatever you are up to sister, you’ll have to make up for it.

        >I’m still a bit hazy, but I can make out a male voice now.

        >I stand in front of the throne room, the door is slightly open.

        >Well, that's convenient.

        >OH…

        >I slam my hands over my mouth before any sound can escape it.

        >Kristoff is sitting in MY throne with Anna in his arms.

        >She's straddling him. Her night gown is pulled up, exposing her behind which is slightly flushed and red.

        >The blond’s clothing is still intact but his hair isn’t. Anna ruffles his head while assaulting his ear, eliciting a moany chuckle from the boy.

        >My face is burning hot (so much for wanting to feel warm again).

        >I should probably go back to my room. But…

 

        >I’m not hurting anyone if I just stick around for a little while, right?

        >So far, the pair remains unaware of my presence.

        >I go over the many reasons of why this is wrong (scold myself when I can’t find a convincing one to make me leave).

        >The giggling from earlier is replaced by heavy, short breaths.

        >Kristoff’s grasp on my sister is more insistent, pushing her down by the waist onto his lap.

        >They break apart from a hot, long kiss. ”Take it off…” he barely whispers.

        >”Okay, but let’s keep this fair” she tugs on his shirt. He catches her drift and lifts his arms obediently.

        >Clothings fly off and form a pile beside the chair.

        >Kristoff puffs his chest in attempt to act sexy, but Anna isn’t fooled and slaps it lightly.

        >”Hey, mister. I’m not wearing anything and so should you” she stands up.

        >Her tone bears a hint of dominance, hearing it sends faint waves of pleasure down my spine.

        >Then she proceeds to bend over (flawless view, by the way) and hook her fingers through the man’s shorts.

        >I bite my lip to prevent a loud threatening whimper as my eyes fall on Kristoff’s now visible groin.

        >One of my hands is grasping my inner thigh (the last of my common sense trying to keep it from travelling upward), the other is clutching the door frame for support.

        >I hear him grunt as Anna ghosts her finger upon his member. Their eyes are locked together, translating thoughts to one another.

        >My heartbeat is so loud, I swear it’s going to give me away.

        >Instead, the hand resting on the door quivers slightly, making the old wooden doorway creak.

        >You’ve got to be kidding.

 

I hate myself for getting distracted while writing this

 

        >”Elsa!” Anna’s head whips around.

        >I have been busted. I might as well go comatose right now.

        >”I-I was j-just about to l-leave…” could you stutter more, Elsa.

        >”No, no, no. Elsa, hold on” my naked sister is strolling my way.

        >Why is she moving her hips so much?

        >She latches her arms around my neck and breathes in my ear “It’s perfect that you showed up…”

        >My legs are shaking. I try to ignore the needy pain between my legs urging imminent assistance.

        >My hands simply hang in the air, not knowing what to do.

        >Before I can register the full implications of what Anna just said, she’s dragging me towards the throne.

        >Towards where Kristoff is standing.

        >Tall, magnificent, handsome.

        >And nude.

        >My eyes dart to the door. If I dash now…

        >”My Queen” he welcomes me. I thought we had dropped the formalities.

        >Keeping eye contact is primordial here. Anna is now behind me, her delicate hands on my shoulders.

        >”I can explain” I manage to squeak out.

        >”There’s no need, we’re happy you could join us” he shares a mischievous look with the younger girl behind me.

        >Anna’s hands start to descend along my back, slightly pushing me forward nearer Kristoff.

        >”I do hope you were enjoying yourself back there, at least” he jokes and closes the small distance between us.

        >Guilt from my perverse behavior picks at my core. Yet, here I am, sandwiched between mountain boy and my younger sister.

        >I can feel scorching heat radiating from them both.

        >The look on Kristoff’s face is riddled with lust.

        >I might just thaw.

 

I got to go shower and sleep before class, I'll write during that latter period.

I promise this is going somewhere