August 25th

Elsa's bedroom

dark

9:15 pm

Hey diary,

It's getting late and it looks like Elsa's not gonna be coming to bed for another hour. If she's not here by now, that's usually what ends up happening. It's not fair. She HAD to be working late tonight of all nights. I usually don't mind, she's got responsibilities. But it's a bad night tonight!

First she wakes me up early first thing in the morning by nibbling on my earlobe, which was a nice thought, at least it would've been if she had full intentions of finishing what she started…

I was having a nice sleep and felt a tickling on my ear. I wriggled around, being ticklish and all. I smiled, knowing it was Elsa wanting some morning playtime. I rolled over onto my back, folding my hands across my tummy, puckering my lips and keeping my eyes closed. If she wanted to wake up this sleeping beauty, a true love's kiss was the only way to do it.

I heard her chuckle and she felt her lean over me to "break the spell". But the curse would've ended up lasting all day, because one of the servants knocked on the door, asking Elsa why she was taking so long. She was smiling, but her sighing marked frustration, I could tell.

"I'm coming." she called. She smiled at me apologetically and kissed me on the lips.

I pouted at her. "You got me excited and now you're leaving…"

"Sorry," she giggled. "I'll make it up to you." And she left.

Not good enough. Not only did she wake me up early just to leave me hot and bothered for the whole day, but she's not even here now to make it up to me. Time to take matters into my own hands… again…

August 26th

Elsa's bedroom

9:45 am

So diary,

Remember how last night I said that Elsa wasn't coming to bed and decided to take matters into my own hands? Well… it was a little raunchier than "making love"... I'll just call it "having dessert", how does that sound?

After finally coming to terms that I had just been left hanging for the entire day, I stripped down to nothing and curled my body against one of Elsa's pillows. I smushed my face into it and breathed in her scent. It sent goosebumps to my all-overness. My skin was already sensitive from being turned on, just smelling her, and feeling her silky sheets against my bare skin, and a plush form between my legs just filled me with all kinds of happy.

I imagined Elsa was here right this instant. And that it was her letting me trap her between my legs and let every inch of me rub against her. I recalled this morning and pretended she was still nibbling on my ear, breathing hot puffs of air against my jaw.

I hugged the pillow closer and started grinding against it. It wasn't Elsa. But I liked it anyway. To make it a little better, I started playing with my breast with one hand, the other keeping the pillow in place. Only it wasn't my hand, no, it was Elsa's hand. Elsa's hand massaged my chest and it was her thigh I was grinding on. I'd recall any noises Elsa made while I made love to her on previous occasions, but that was one thing she and the pillow had in common (neither of them made noises).

As my body wiggled around like a snake against the pillow, the thick blankets moved off me. It was frustrating to be half-covered, so I kicked them the rest of the way off me. I managed to keep the pillow in place with my legs crossed, one hand still on my breast, the other moving between my legs. I sighed/moaned as I teased myself with one finger, a second one joining in after.

I didn't hear the door open. And my eyes were closed too, so I didn't notice the light from the halls pouring in, or the tall shadow covering up what the blankets didn't.

"Should we go back to knocking on doors?"

My eyes snapped open and I turned and looked to the door. And there was my fantasy come to life.

"Elsa!" I gasped, frantically throwing her pillow across the room and pulling the blankets up in one swift movement.

With a chuckle, she closed the door behind her, minding the candle she was holding. "Anna, I could've helped you with that." She turned back to me, setting the candle on the vanity stand next to the bed.

"You took too long," I complained.

"Well… I said I would make it up to you, didn't I?"

I gulped. "Yeah?"

She blew out the candle. "So I'm going to make it up to you."

Then I forget what happened after that, but all I can say now is that she's completely forgiven.

August 27th

library

sunny

3:50 pm

Dearest Anna,

Since we mutually decided on no secrets, I can't lie to you and say I didn't read your last entry. It was sweet 3 But I advise you to not leave your diary on my desk with my other books. I hope you had fun with Kristoff, Olaf and Sven today. I love you and I can't wait to see you tonight. I promise I'll be there at nine o'clock sharp.

Love, Elsa

September 1st

portrait room

partly cloudy

2:30 pm

Dear diary,

I had the craziest idea today! And it worked out oddly well. So Elsa and I had plans to eat lunch in the garden today. She really wanted to get out of the castle, but doesn't have time today to go to town, but she still really wanted to see me. And I thought our little ronday-rendey-rendezvous could be special somehow.

I asked Gerda if I could have one of the guard's uniforms. She just smiled and I followed her to the room where all of them were kept. She grabbed a pair of pants, the jacket, she even gave me the boots and hat to go with it! And she didn't question a darn thing… oh well! That's Gerda for ya.

Anyway! I went into my room and changed into the uniform. I tied my hair up into the hat and gave myself a once-over. I looked really handsome (okay so what if it was a bit big on me, I still looked good). And then I ran out to the garden before it was too late to eat with Elsa.

She was already there by the time I got there. She had already begun eating. (I didn't mind, I'm sure she was pretty hungry, because sometimes she skips breakfast when we don't eat it together.) I took a deep breath, and got in-character, pretending to be a guard. Captain of the guard, even. Yea!

I walked up to her, and I think my good looks nearly made her choke. At least I thought that was it, but she burst into a fit of giggles. "Anna, what are you…?" She continued laughing, but waited for an explanation.

"Anders. Captain Anders." I said, putting on my serious face.

"Captain Anders," she corrected herself, standing and straightening her dress. "What can I do for you?"

"I was wondering what I could do for you?" I walked closer to her. Curse our height difference. I mean, sure, the hat technically made me taller than Elsa, but she still looked down on me. How could I pull off looking like the handsome Anders, Captain of the Arendelle Guard if I was shorter than the queen?

Whatever. I could still be smooth.

"Well, my dear sister was supposed to meet up with me today. She hasn't arrived. I was so hoping we could share a kiss behind the trees. Perhaps you could oblige me?"

"I think I can do that." I held out my hand for her to take. She didn't take it however and backed up, her fingers curling inward, as if trying to pull me in the direction she was headed. We hid behind a tree. I made her late for her next meeting, and made her dress a bit damp, and I never got to eat (food) but it was so worth it.

September 3rd

Elsa's bedroom

sunny

9:30 am

Dear diary,

Have I ever told you how much I love dragging Elsa out of her work-zone to have dessert with me? Because I do. A lot. Like last night, for example.

She came back early to write a letter to one of the other kingdoms. She wanted a stress-free environment to write in, so of course that meant she would write in whichever room I was in! I decided I wanted to sleep in her room, so that's where we were. But even though everything was set up for her "stress-free" evening of letter-writing, she was still tense about something. I'm not sure which kingdom she was writing to, but I had to release that stress somehow. (She was starting to freeze the edge of her paper, for crying out loud.)

Her hair was pulled up into a bun, leaving that gorgeous neck bare. Perfect target… I came up behind her, not really trying to be sneaky, and started kissing her neck. I felt her skin prickle beneath my lips. She was trying to ignore me as she thought of what to write next. I kept kissing her neck, and just moved to different sides of her neck. I love when she pretends this doesn't phase her. It makes it fun.

After a few moments of neck kissing, and being ignored, I heard the quill get forcefully slammed back into its inkwell. And before I knew it Elsa had spun around, trapping my head with her arms and forcibly kissed me on the mouth. I made a "MMM!" noise because she startled me. But it was a good startled.

I pulled back a little, trying to breathe, but she took that as "Let's take this to the bed" and made me walk backwards until I fell back onto it.

"Oof!"

I looked up at her as she shed some of the heavier parts of her dress and tossed them onto the chair. I smirked and stared at her from the corner of my eyes, scrunching my shoulders up, bending my knee. (Trying to look as provocative as possible)

She kneeled over me, pressing her knee between my legs, leaning down to bite my collarbone. I whined, biting my finger, but keeping my eye on her every move. She pushed my night gown up to my neck and gave all sorts of wonderful attention to my breasts. I had to push some of my nightgown out of my view so I could watch her.

Sometimes I wonder if Elsa pleasuring me is just one elaborate dream. Because this goddess of pleasure is sometimes too much for my poor mortal brain to comprehend. Just watching her suckle me, leaving little trails of snowflakes in her wake, and oh my god the sounds that came from her mouth as she did so was almost too much every time she did it.

And when she went down on me, I nearly blacked out. (If I didn't want to watch her so badly, I probably would have.) From an outside perspective, she didn't appear to be doing much. But I sure as heck could feel her tongue doing all sorts of things. Her mouth was pressed tightly against my skin, practically pushing me up the bed, so her chilling tongue could slide deeper inside me.

I cried out several things very loudly. And each one made her go faster and harder.

"...oh my god!"

"Aahh!"

"Mmmuhhh…!"

"More…!"

"Mooooore…!"

"Elsaaa…"

"Elsa…!"

"Ohmygodelsa!"

"I love you!"

"I love you so much!"

"Huuuhhhh!"

"Pasta salad!"

The fantastically familiar heat wave flowed through me, but an instant later had me realize what I had yelled out loud as I climaxed, and why Elsa was laughing so hard as she hung off the side of the bed.

As we tried falling asleep that night, she kept randomly whispering "pasta salad" before giggling to herself. She just wouldn't let it go. So I hit her with a pillow in her face.

September 7th

my bedroom

overcast

9:30 am

Hello again, diary!

The day is mine today. Elsa's got work to do, Kristoff is away working, and Olaf has gone with him for some "bonding time". It's only fair. I spend a LOT of time with them all, I gotta be alone once in a while right? It's not nearly as bad once in a while than it was all the time, you know? I can appreciate solitude once in a while!

But oh my god, I almost forgot why I was writing in you in the first place.

I learned a new trick last night. And it's totally gonna be my new way to break Elsa of her "silence" when we have dessert.

Yesternight (that's a word, right? Like yesterday only not) I was just laying in bed, watching Elsa study her papers. I don't know what they were about or anything, but it's always nice when she does her reading around me. I tried not to bug her too much while she was busy. But I was feeling a bit restless since I hadn't seen her at all for the past couple days. Even though we sleep in the same bed every night, I'm not always awake when she comes to bed, or leaves.

"Elsa?"

"Mmm?" She turned her ear closer to me, but kept her eyes fixed on her paper.

I pulled the comforter up past my nose. "You're really pretty right now."

A pause, but I see her face squeeze out a smile. "Thank you, Anna,"

"I mean, you're always pretty, but you know what I mean."

"I do."

I giggled softly at her and bravely showed my blushing face from behind it's cover. "I think you should come over here." I said frankly.

Another pause. "Why would I do that?"

You little tease, Elsa, you know why. I sat up, still protecting her view from my body with the comforter. No I wasn't naked, but it was warm under there and I wanted to look cute. "Because I have something to tell you." I smirked, biting my lip. Maybe that was reason enough to neglect her reading.

She went the paper down and looked at me through her spectacles with a smile. "What is it?"

I tried doing my own version of her "come hither" gesture, but I only used one finger. It probably didn't look at sexy as hers. "It's a secret." The papers could wait, apparently, because she stood from her seat and removed her coat that was a decorative part of her dress, and rested it on the chair.

"Wouldn't want any walls to hear us now, would we?" she purred.

I almost lost my nerve when she walked over to the bed, painnnnnfully slow too. Or maybe time slowed down so I could pay attention to every movement her body made. It was hard for me to tell. I gulped but kept my cool (as much as I could.)

She sat on the side of the bed close to me and leaned her ear in to listen. Too easy. I reached up with one hand and cupped her cheek, to prevent her from pulling away when I started licking her ear lobe. I wondered what the effect would be if I did the same thing to her as she did to me. She could hear my breathing in her ear as I nibbled her. She squirmed. Oh yea, she liked that. She wasn't pulling away or nothing anyway.

Still no sound. Hmm…

"I've got a secret to share with you now." she admitted, leaning in to give my ear the same treatment. I squeaked, though not out of surprise. It just felt incredible. Then she pulled away.

"Heyyy…" I whined.

"Be patient, Anna," she chuckled, standing up to remove her dress fully. I didn't have patience for that.

"Can't I just rip it off you myself?" I stretched my arms out, my hands making a grabby gesture.

"These are expensive and I'm not getting them dirty…" she noted. "A second time." She playfully glared at me, and I shrunk back behind the comforter. Okay, I'll take the blame for that one.

After what seemed like eight thousand years, Elsa was finally out of her dress, and it was neatly folded onto the chair along with it's matching jacket. She was just down to her undergarments and looked back to me, suddenly becoming shy with how much I was staring at her. She fiddled with her braid for a moment before taking a breath and joining me under the covers, leaving the candle lit.

We were used to it being dark in the room when we had dessert, but it was nice to see everything in our room this time. (And I mean everything.)

"Did you have an idea of what to do tonight?" Elsa asked bashfully, as if she didn't know how to get things going again. She was silly.

"You cooooooould kiss me?" I pleaded. It was a good start. (Restart?)

She smiled, biting her lip (a habit we both shared) and then leaned in, kissing me fully. I hummed into her, my eyes shut tight. Gods, she could have me forget my own name sometimes. But I had a duty to fulfill tonight.

Elsa continued to kiss me. While she was silent, her body language said a lot about her eagerness. The way her fingers raked through my bangs. How she'd slightly grind against her own thigh. Oh yea, she was eager. Good. Just the way I like it.

My first instinct was to tackle her to the mattress. But the last time that happened, I fell off the bed. (I can learn.) "Hey, lay on your stomach, I wanna try something." She looked at me confused, but with a smile, and did so. She didn't know what to think. She looked absolutely amazing. And she was just laying down! How the hell does she do it!?

I crawled behind her, and she looked back at me, starting to blush. She didn't question me. I crawled up her body like a cat, and started kissing between her shoulder blades. Her body wiggled a little, her arms pulling inward to hide beneath her. I could see her slightly biting the pillow as I continued down her spine. (Still silent, no moaning, no nothing). She was so soft… but then I realized I couldn't see her looking at me.

I reached the base of her back when I pulled up, "No wait, Elsa, roll over,"

"Anna…" she whined. Well, it didn't SOUND like a whine, but it passed as one. She complained.

"It'll be better. Come on. I… like when you watch me…" I confessed, pushing my hair behind my ear as if it'll cure all embarrassment.

She blushed and looked away, attempting to change her position. "You… do? Why?" She didn't sound weirded out, thankfully. She was genuinely curious. She always kept her eyes closed, and I never knew why (though I hoped to find out) and I always liked watching the action going on.

I shrugged. "I'm not sure, it just really gets me excited when I can see that I make you feel good." I shifted. I told her that she's not as vocal as I am, so I can never tell if I'm doing something right. She laughed and said that I made enough noise for the both of them, and she loved that. The compliment made me blush harder. I always thought that I was just obnoxious. But it wasn't like I couldn't help it. She drove me bonkers.

"I just express pleasure through silence." Those words were like a song, somehow. A sexy song.

"Oh…" I kind of understood. Not really. But at least now I knew she just expressed pleasure differently (very differently) than I and that it wasn't because I was bad at this whole dessert thing. "Anyway, where were we?"

"You were-"

"Oh yeah!" I kneeled back down, pushing her legs up a bit so that I could get to her happy spot. At first I was, again, entranced by it. I kissed it lightly, and then a little harder, then sucked it lightly… then a little harder. Giving it similar treatment as I gave her earlobe earlier. I looked up at Elsa, her eyes were half-lidded, her lip between her teeth, her blush still apparent.

I wrapped my arm around her leg and rubbed her rosy pink area, licking my fingers beforehand (it's always better with wet fingers than dry ones. I knew from personal experience). I kept thinking to myself, "Just do to her what you do to yourself, and it'll be cool. Only use your mouth. Because you can't normally use that on yourself."

When I started lapping at her is when Elsa propped herself up to get a better view, which I'm guessing she enjoyed. My eyes locked onto hers as I licked and massaged her, hoping my performance was good enough.

The crazy idea of using two hands came to mind. I stopped licking her and her head tilted curiously (and adorably). I suckled my fingers on my unoccupied hand. She bit her lip at the sight of that. Did she like seeing me suck my fingers? Interesting…

Anyway, I had other plans for that hand than licking it all night. I pressed one finger to her entrance, eyeing her every expression.

"Two…" she whispered. I nearly died, that was so hot.

Clearly I wasn't the only one who'd done this to herself… Oh god the thought of her… okay focus! Focus!

I used two fingers, pushing them inside her, and was rewarded with a delightful little whimper from her. I twisted my hand so it was facing palm-up, curling my fingers upward inside her. Another whimper, but with her mouth open. I blinked up at her, mouth slightly agape, half-concentrating on both of my hands keeping a rhythm, half concentrating on Elsa's reactions to everything I did, waiting for any slight change to see if I was doing it good.

Keeping eye contact, she smiled down at me, trying her darndest to appear sensuous, but I broke that face when I started licking her in the places where my fingers were not. Continuing to stare at her intensely, quickening my pace, she gasped, and then finally broke into a song contrived of moans and mewls. One of her hands grabbed mine nearest her, but she made no attempt to stop me.

Her breathing became louder, trying to keep up with her other noises. She started gyrating her hips against my mouth, her toes curled, and her free hand tore at the bedsheets, freezing them into a crumpled form.

My intense look broke into a triumphant grin. I broke that poker face of hers. And all with the thanks of rolling my tongue and fingers in a way that I didn't think possible. I dubbed it "the swirly thing".