based on @spearsoffolkvangr‘s prompt here. most of this was actually already written. i just wanted to fix it up. may or may not get a continuation. i want to because it’d be fun to explore this but seriously it sat on my computer for almost three months. so here have a oneshot chapter thing. slighlty nsfw.

( also this was saved on my computer as nudie mag fic and tbh that’s almost what i called it here but i’ve been waiting to use this title so there )

Surreptitiously, or so she thought, Anna cast her eyes around the small corner store. There was no one else in sight, save for the elderly gentleman behind the counter. Swallowing, she grabbed a basket and picked an aisle at random to walk down. He gave her a cursory glance and then, deciding that she probably wouldn’t steal anything, went back to listening to some sports game on the radio, flicking through a magazine Anna recognised as Dogs and Guns Weekly. Everything anyone needed for hunting, according to Kristoff.

Drawing her attention back to her own task, Anna threw a random packet of chips and a bottle of soda into the basket. Moving towards what she was actually there for, she sent the old guy another look from the corner of her eye. Still engrossed, good.

Sucking in a breath, her hand darted out to the magazine stand, plucking a random one from its place. Throwing it in the basket, she briefed a glance at it, just to make sure it was what she wanted.

Woman, naked (well, almost). Perfect.

Glancing around, she took even less time choosing lube, and then threw a couple of boxes of condoms in for good measure. With any luck, the guy behind the counter would think she were buying it for a boyfriend or something.

Probably not. She could feel him silently judging her as he rang up the purchase. And then not-so-silently when she moved to grab the bag. His hand came to rest on top, and he peered at her over his half-moon reading glasses.

“My church has a wonderful programme for lost girls like you,” he said. Anna gaped at him as he moved his hand. “Just think about it.”

She promptly pushed any thoughts like that from her mind as she left the shop. Well, she wouldn’t be returning there again.

“So, what do you think?”

Anna struck a pose, something hopefully coquettish, as wide green eyes followed her. Wearing a lacy, white piece of lingerie, she took the time to reflect that she’d actually spent a bit more money than was probably normal for a bit of ‘fun’. Huffing to herself, she stood up straight. Joan, the grey tabby watching her, blinked her eyes before she began cleaning herself.

“Psh, I don’t need your compliments anyway,” Anna said. Grabbing the lube and condoms, she threw the latter into her bedside table and the former onto her bed. The magazine, in all its risqué wonder, sat just below her pillow. Okay so the money would hopefully be worth it. She’d had a warm soak in the bath, and a glass of wine (well, her mother’s wine). It didn’t matter. The 'rents were out of town, livening up their marriage, which gave Anna a week to do whatever she wanted. Yesterday, she’d gone to see a movie.

Tonight, it was, well. This.

She’d never bothered before. Setting up, that is. Making it nice. Usually it was a quick ten-minute session to climax, watching some cheesy porn on her laptop (headphones in) after her parents had gone to bed. Usually, she was too exhausted for anything else.

But not this time. This time it was planned. Shutting her door and hopping under the covers of her bed, she took a moment to just appreciate. Her hands, resting on her stomach, began to scratch at the material there. The slight pressure, plus the knowledge of what she was actually doing, made Anna bite her lips. The magazine sat unassumingly next to her, and pulling her hands away, she grabbed the lube and flicked the magazine to a random page.

Wow. Just… Wow. This was definitely a worthwhile investment. Anna felt her mouth go dry as she gazed down, unabashedly, at the young woman spread across the page.

She wasn’t naked. This was a tasteful nudie mag, apparently. Even if the lingerie left very little to the imagination. But God, it was so hot. The corset came down low enough that Ana knew, another millimetre, and she’d catch sight of a pert nipple.

It left little to the imagination, and yet that was exactly what Anna was doing. Closing her eyes, she thought of dragging her hand up a smooth thigh, pressing hot, wet kisses to a flushed collarbone. The lace would scratch at her skin, and an errant hand would knock at her upper thigh.

“Ung…”

Anna bit her lip again, a reflex to cover any sound that might slip out before remembering that she was home alone; that she could be loud.

She imagined hot, wet lips licking at her collarbone, and the swell of breasts pressed against her own as her finger dipped beneath her outfit. There wasn’t a lot of room to move, but she still managed to get the tip of her middle finger wet enough to swirl around her clitoris with ease.

She felt a little silly in the lingerie, but it was drowned out by how utterly sexy she was feeling in that moment. That instead of her pining after unattainable girls, someone might actually find her gorgeous enough to follow after.

The thought of someone loving her the way she always seemed to love them sent a warm surge though her, and she bit her lip until it was almost painful as heat pooled below her navel.

Anna jolted when she heard a light thump, only to realise the magazine had fallen off the bed. She almost couldn’t be bothered picking it up, but the urgency had been broken. Pulling her hand out of her pants, she made sure to drag it across her breast as she leaned over to pick up the magazine.

And then her mouth went dry for a completely different reason as she picked up the magazine, eyes aligning on a different page altogether.

Holy… Fuckballs.

Anna whimpered as her eyes raked over the blonde beauty spread out across the double-page feature. Biting a fingernail and eyeing off the viewer with the greatest set of bedroom eyes ever, she was honest to god the most gorgeous person Anna had ever seen.

And Elsa Arendelle always had been the most gorgeous person, so really, nothing had changed. Except it kind of had, and Anna felt her heart aching, just a little, because Elsa – sweet little studious Elsa – was a softcore porn model and Anna was the hopeless redheaded lesbian jerking off to it.

She threw the magazine to the end of her bed, suddenly overcome by a wave of shame and nausea. She knew Elsa. And while they hadn’t had contact in years – not since Elsa had moved away – they still, once upon a time, had been friends. Close friends, even. To Anna, best friends. She couldn’t get herself off to Elsa.

And here she thought she’d crossed that bridge. Sighing through her nose, she reached down and picked up the magazine, opening to Elsa’s spread. Her finger traced the side of Elsa’s face gently.

It was like… all these feelings she’d thought she’d gotten over had sprung up like a weed, once buried but now burning to feel the sun.

Fuck.