Prompt: The tiny ice figures Elsa made for Anna's birthday cake come to life because of Elsa's cold. The figures made love, much to Elsa's horror and Anna's amusement.

The preparations for Anna's birthday celebration were going well… or as well as they were going to get considering she had a mountain man, reindeer, and snowman helping her with the last of it…

Luckily for Elsa, there was only the "Happy Birthday" banner left to finish and hang up. She had wanted to make the banner herself, using her handy powers of course, but Kristoff had insisted he would do it instead. She was iffy about handing that small task to him, especially when she had enough trouble getting him to bathe so he wouldn't stink the courtyard up… God, she didn't understand how Anna could go anywhere near the man when he smelled so AWFUL. Any time she was around him she had to resist instinctively plugging her nose or gagging.

Elsa grudgingly allowed him the privilege to create the banner, and while he was busy with that she roamed the courtyard to make sure everything else was all set. She halted when she came to the cake and frowned at it. It was much too… bland and boring. It was missing something to liven it up…

She snapped her fingers together. "Ah ha!" The cake was missing the most important person of all: Anna!

Elsa elegantly twirled the fingers of one hand over the cake and a miniature ice Anna appeared. But standing at the center, all by herself… it looked… "So lonely," she said with a disapproving sigh, dissipating the ice.

Anna had been so lonely for too long, and so had she. It made sense for her to include a miniature version of herself to stand alongside Anna. Elsa once again waved her hand, this time sprouting two little figures, dressed up in the attire they wore on the day of her coronation.

But it still looked dissatisfying for some reason… It was too— "Stiff," she said boredly, erasing her work once more.

She tried again, and when the two figures sprang into existence for the second time she gasped in horror because what she unconsciously made was SO WRONG! It was the scene where she was draped over a frozen, lifeless Anna. "I can't do that!" she exclaimed, obliterating it from her sight.

"Come on, Elsa. This is for Anna. You can do this," she coached herself.

Her fourth and last attempt came out much better than the previous disappointments, thankfully. This time the ice figures she crafted were skating happily together, sharing adoring smiles aimed at only each other.

Happy with the final result, Elsa was then distracted by Kristoff and Olaf and then departed from the courtyard in order to carry out her birthday plan attack for her baby sister. On this hectic day, little did anyone notice the ice figures' tiniest movement as they were perching on the cake.

The cold was not part of the plan.

Elsa still hated herself for getting sick on this extremely important day. She's ruining her little sister's birthday, for crying out loud. But luckily, Anna seemed to be absolutely pleased with Elsa's presents and also fascinated by the snowgies—product of Elsa's cold. The redhead had even begged Elsa to let her keep one of the snowgies as a pet, while she was feeding the Queen chicken soup on the latter's bed. Of course, there's no way Elsa can deny her anything.

The next morning, Elsa's cold still hadn't shown any sign of improving.

"It's all someone's fault for being too stubborn yesterday." Anna pressed her index finger on the blonde's nose and continued to chastise her in a playful tone, "If only they had listened to me and gotten into bed much earlier, the cold might have been gone by now."

"Yes, yes. I'm bad. It's all my fault, please forgive me, oh merciful Princess," playing along, the Queen replied in a half-serious, half-desperate voice. She was still bed-ridden and her brain felt like somebody had dipped it in a deep-fried pan, but hey, she could still make a joke.

"I will think about it," Anna giggled and relieved the poor blonde's nose from under her finger.

Elsa missed that finger already. Perhaps it was the thirteen years of separation, but Elsa could never get enough of physical contact with her sister. Every time their skin touched, no matter how little, she would get all tingly and wish it would never end. That feeling never left even after one year since their reunion, and Elsa suspected it would never go away until the end of her life.

"Okay, be a good Queen and stay in bed. You must be hungry by now. I'm going to fetch you something."

With that, Anna left the room and headed for the kitchen.

Upon entering the kitchen, Anna was greeted enthusiastically by the servants hard at work preparing the day's meals. She requested they whip something up for Elsa, and while she was waiting her thoughts turned to her birthday cake.

With all the commotion that happened at the party and the resulting aftermath that left her taking care of Elsa, Anna didn't have time to try even a small piece of the cake and that needed to be corrected.

Turning to the nearest kitchen hand, she asked, "Was there any cake left over from my party, by any chance?" She tried not to get her hopes up too much, thinking the cake had likely been annihilated by the horde of snowgies Elsa had unconsciously given life to during her sneezing fits.

"Oh! Yes, Your Highness! We were able to save a decent-sized piece for you!" The young man excused himself and rushed into the freezer to retrieve it for her. He returned with a medium-sized covered plate balanced on one hand. "We thought you might like to appreciate the cake topper Her Majesty designed and included it with the piece," he said brightly, presenting the plate to her.

Gratefully accepting the plate from him, Anna said, "Thank you so much!"

Soon after she was given the plate housing the cake, Elsa's food was also ready to be delivered. Anna had both the cake and Elsa's meal placed on a tray, and after declining offers by the staff to carry it for her, she went on her way.

Anna hummed and bounced in her steps as she traversed through the castle halls on her way to Elsa's room. She sighed happily, thankful to have such a wonderful sister like Elsa. Someone who loved her enough to sacrifice her happiness and life for thirteen years in order to protect her, who slaved away to ensure something as simple as a birthday party was perfect, despite suffering from a terrible cold. Elsa could be such a stinker at times but she was her stinker and she loved her to bits.

"Oh, Elsa. Yes."

"What?" Anna snapped to attention and stopped walking, blinking rapidly in confusion when she heard what sounded like her own voice, tiny and breathless coming from… Where? Tilting her head and concentrating hard, she listened but there was nothing but silence and the gears in her brain turning. Assuming she had been hearing things, she shrugged dismissively and continued walking, mindless of the shuffling noises coming from underneath the cake's covering...

"A...A-Anna…"

Okay, she definitely heard that.

Stopping once again, a perplexed Anna stared down at the tray in her hands. Whatever she heard was coming from one of the dishes on top, she was almost sure of that. Finding the nearest table, she set the tray down on the flat surface and lowered one ear to the dome protecting the cake first.

There was what sounded like tiny grunting and panting, accompanied by a growing, slick sliding noise as if two objects were vigorously scraping against each other. After a moment of listening with her ear pressed as close as it could get, Anna distinguished the sound to be that of ice rubbing together.

What the hell? Anna thought looking completely baffled.

Dual heavy moans that was unmistakably of pleasure caused Anna to jump back from the tray and she eyed it nervously, breathing hard. What in the world was going on under there? For a moment she entertained the idea of a pair of horny mice somehow finding their way into her cake. The castle was large so there was bound to be vermin roaming around but… the presence of mice didn't explain the talking voices calling out her sister's name or even her own as if in the throes of passion.

There was only one way to find out what was producing the noises. Anna hovered a trembling hand over the cover's handle. She wrapped her fingers around it and hesitated in raising it, afraid to reveal whatever was hidden beneath it. Holding her breath, she slowly lifted it.

Almost immediately she slammed the lid back down, her face turning a shocking shade of red. Anna wasn't sure what to expect when she looked under there, but holy SHIT it wasn't that!

This can't be happening, she thought while pinching herself only to yelp at her foolish attempt to overcome reality.

"Oh! Right there Anna!"

God…this is happening! The young princess squeezed her eyes shut.

Having got a brief look at the events transpiring under the cake dome, Anna's eyelids burned with images she never thought she would imagine. An unfamiliar feeling began to form in the pit of her stomach.

"Princess, is everything alright?"

Anna screamed and whirled around, her twin braids cutting through the air and slapping her in the face as she smashed her lower back against the table the tray was perched on, shaking the contents on top and likely disrupting the action taking place on her cake. Placing a hand to her pounding chest, she gaped at the inquiring maid.

Over her accelerating heartbeat, she could still quite clearly hear noises coming from the plate at her back and sweat developed on her forehead when she realized the servant might hear the noise as well and question its source.

Oh, shit. Shit, shit, shit! What was she going to do? How was she going to hide the sounds?

"Your Highness?" the maid said, looking concerned. "You look terribly flushed. Are you coming down with a fever, too?"

"NO! I'M PERFECTLY FINE, THANK YOU VERY MUCH," the princess bellowed, startling the poor servant. Looking highly suspicious, Anna fumbled behind her for the tray and nearly knocked it off the table in the process. Spinning around and snatching it up quickly, she uttered a string of gibberish to excuse herself and rushed away in a hurry.

Anna was halfway to Elsa's room before she suddenly halted, realizing that there was no way she could bring the cake to her sister now. Not when...well…

She didn't know what to do at that moment. Honestly she could just bring the food to Elsa and eat her cake outside or something, but she wanted to eat with Elsa, and she doubted that Elsa would let her sit outside and eat by herself, now that the sisters have reconnected and have spent every single meal time together after the thaw.

A thought came to her. The ice… Was made by Elsa right?

Anna looked down at the covered cake and tried to process this revelation.

What could this possibly mean? Were Elsa's emotions somehow connected to the compromising situation that she found the two ice figures in?

Her mind started to spiral with unanswered questions.

"Princess?"

Anna jumped up in the air, completely startled at the new voice.

What the hell is wrong with people sneaking up on me!?

Luckily, she managed to keep the goods off the floor during her scare. After doing a quick scan of her tray and the area, Anna found that everything remained in good shape despite her outburst. Deciding she had enough heart attacks for the day, Anna turned to her newcomer with an expression that signaled death.

Kai, who was probably just minding his own business, winced at the look directed his way. He gave her a timid smile – one that Anna noted was not reassuring at all. The girl knew she looked lethal right now. Too many things were happening inside her brain and it was beginning to stress her out.

"Prince-" he squeaked out but straightened up quickly, clearing his throat in the process, "Princess. I noticed you seemed troubled?"

"Troubled, you say?" Sound more like a smartass, Anna.

"Why, yes, your highness. I have been in your presence for over a few minutes, but you did not acknowledge me when I called out to you. You have been mumbling to yourself saying things like 'cake' and 'figures'."

Gods, could she look any crazier?

Anna noticed Kai's eyes flit to the container she was holding and recognized it instantly. "Is there a problem with your cake your highness? I can take it ba-"

He began to reach for the cake dome, but the redhead scrambled away from him. She held the tray possessively out of his reach. If anyone were to discover the contents of what she held, who knew what would happen.

"NO! The cake is fine!"

"Princess Anna, are you sure? I can inspect it for you if that will help with-"

"Everything is fine, Kai, please!" Ready to bolt in the opposite direction of her castle head butler, she turned only to be met with surprised, yet striking blue eyes.

"Anna! There you are!" Elsa exclaimed, sounding tired but very relieved to see Anna.

SHIT! "E-Elsa, what…" What was Elsa doing out of bed? Why was she up and about and standing right there in front of her when she should have been in her room resting and waiting for her to return?

As if reading Anna's mind, Elsa said, "I was getting worried! You were gone for so long I thought something might have happened to you." The worry lines marking the queen's forehead expressed exactly how concerned she was about the princess's long absence, but the lines disappeared when her eyes dropped to the tray Anna had clutched in both hands. She smiled and kidded, "Were you in the kitchen trying to make an entirely new cake yourself?"

Anna stiffened the second Elsa fixated on the tray. She prayed that the frisky figurines stayed quiet so they wouldn't attract any unwanted attention to them so she could figure out what to do… but at that very moment a rather vocal moan reverberated through the air, coming directly from the dome-covered plate. Oh, shiii—

"Wait, what's that?" Elsa said confused, a perplexed expression crossing her features as she blinked at the tray of food.

"N-Nothing! It's nothing!" Anna all but shouted, causing her sister and Kai to take a reflexive step back. "Just, uh...just my stomach, is all! Though cake might not be a good idea, so I'll just take this back to the kitchens and get some...some proper food, you know?"

Elsa sighed and moved forward, gently taking Anna by the elbow when she took a retreating step back to keep her from escaping. "There's no sense in you going all the way back to the kitchens, Anna. Kai is here; he can do it for you."

"Her Majesty is correct. I do serve a purpose in this castle aside from standing around and looking pretty, Your Highness," Kai jokingly agreed.

Chuckling, Elsa pressed her palm against Anna's lower back and steered her down the hall towards her room. "Kai, please have someone prepare another meal."

Anna, still holding the tray, tried digging her heels into the floor as she was pushed along, but the recently waxed surface failed to give her any traction. "Elsa, that's really not necessary!" she objected frantically. "I can do it myself! In fact, I prefer to do it myself! For reasons!"

"No, Anna, let Kai do it," Elsa insisted. "I need you to keep me company," she added, giving Anna an adorable pout when the princess craned her neck in her direction. "I'm not that hungry, anyway, so you can eat whatever you brought up for me and I'll wait a little longer. Maybe I'll nibble on a piece of that cake to keep my stomach occupied in the meantime."

Oh, no.

Oh, no no no no no.

"You don't want this cake!" Anna blurted out, grasping at metaphorical straws by this point. "I-It's not good enough, which is why I have to—"

"I'm fairly certain I do want this cake," Elsa cut her off, a hint of amusement in her voice as she continued pushing the princess along.

"Elsa, please!" Anna was at a loss for what to do to deter Elsa from the cake. She had to think of something soon, because the intimately entwined ice sculptures, remarkably quiet aside from that one minor peep earlier, wouldn't stay quiet for very long. She wracked her brain for reasonable excuses that might successfully turn Elsa away from getting near the cake. "Trust me! Y-you can't eat this cake because it's… it's—"

"Mmm. Ah! Ooh, yes, Elsa! Yes!"

"IT'S POISONED!" Anna yelled, but it was a little too late to drown out the exclamations.

Oh, god, oh no. There was no way in hell Elsa didn't hear THAT, but Anna stupidly prayed that her sister's ears were clogged and that the sounds fell to deaf ears...

Judging by how Elsa's grip on her elbow suddenly tightened and the queen inhaled a sharp gasp, her eyes widening enormously…

Yeah, she definitely heard it.

Before Anna could even think about taking a step away, Elsa's hand darted out to grab the handle of the dome, yanking it off.

Elsa gasped at the sight and within a blink of an eye, the temperature plummeted in the hallway.

A collective silence fell over them as two small pairs of eyes stared up at the Queen; who, Anna noticed, looked very much like an ice statue herself with the way she stood stock still.

"…What…"

THE HELL!? As if the figurines sensed no danger from their counterparts, they resumed their previous ministrations.

Despite the drop in temperature, Anna felt as if her body was being engulfed in the sun. She was positive that her heartbeat was accelerating at an abnormal pace that threatened to drive her over the edge.

The princess could not, would not, risk looking at her sister as she instead opted to just stare at the...show.

God, this is how I am going to die.

The two ice figures Elsa had made earlier that day were tangled up in each other, ice dresses hitched up as they ground furiously against the other.

This time they really let themselves go, no longer holding back, gasping and moaning to their heart's content as their icy bodies slipped and slid in perfect harmony on top of the cake's surface, the icing now covered in indents from where their bodies had rolled. The two normal-sized sisters witnessed the event unfold in rapt silence - Elsa with a shell-shocked expression and Anna with resignation and uncertainty.

Absolutely mesmerized by what she was seeing with her own two eyes, Elsa's head floated closer to the frenzied figures, and the paleness that made itself home on her face collected a healthy shade of red. The blonde gulped loudly and said, "Oh, my…"

Oh, my indeed. Anna cleared her throat, willing herself to look away from the horizontal "dancing" taking place and failing because it was damn near impossible to do so. This is awkward, she thought, finally managing to take her eyes away long enough to steal nervous glances at Elsa. She needed to say something to break the awkwardness. Anything!

"So… uh… this is what you really think of me, huh, Elsa?" she tried to tease lightly.

"I-I… I… What?" Elsa stammered out, still in shock at the sight of the miniature ice pair doing… that.

Wrong move, definitely wrong move. Anna hurriedly tried to backtrack. "No, I meant, this is what you'd think I'd do?"

Elsa's face rivaled a tomato and her breathing quickened.

Foot, meet mouth, Anna thought.

"N-Not that I wouldn't want to, I mean, you're beautiful and gorgeous and sweet and anyone would be lucky to have you, and—"

STOP. STOP. STOP TALKING.

With each word, Elsa's eyes grew larger and larger. Her lips parted to say something but no words came out.

Anna started to heave, spluttering, "I mean, anyone would be lucky to have you. But I wouldn't want to—" she pointed at the sculptures, face flushed, "—you know, do that!"

"Of course not," Elsa said. Her voice was faint, high-pitched. As if she couldn't believe what she was saying either.

A thought, as small as the figures, clicked in Anna's mind. She blinked several times, glanced at the ice sculptures, then to Elsa, and back again. Elsa hadn't answered her earlier question. Heat crawled down her neck.

"Why are they doing that?" she squeaked.

For a moment, Elsa just stared at her—face red enough to generate steam, and eyes as deep and unreadable as the fjord. They were almost black with how much the pupils had dilated.

Her sister abruptly turned on her heel, striding quickly away from Anna.

...Or rather, sprinting.

"Wait, wha...Elsa!" Anna shouted, her feet jerking into motion after recovering from the blonde's unexpected flight. She ran after her, still holding on to the cake—because really, she couldn't just leave it for someone else to find!—and ignoring the tiny protests from the ice figures.

There was only one place Elsa would run to. Her room.

Anna nearly tripped over her own feet as they cut around the corner. Elsa's heels clacked louder and louder as she increased her pace. Anna clutched the cake to her as each door brought them closer and closer to Elsa's room. The snowflake pattern came in sight. Her heart leapt into her throat. Elsa yanked the door open and her braid was halfway through before Anna took action.

It was either try and force herself in before Elsa closed the door or—

Anna's eyes darted down to the cake. She heaved it up before aiming it right at her sister's back.

I'll apologize later, Anna thought.

There was a wet smack as Elsa froze right in her doorway. The tiny figures cried out as they fell to the floor. Anna skidded to a stop, chest heaving.

In hindsight, maybe trying to squeeze into Elsa's room would have been a better idea...

Elsa's back was covered in frosting. Bits of chocolate dotted her braid and shoulders. Slowly, she turned her head. Anna couldn't tell if she was angry, shocked, or hurt. But her bottom lip was definitely quivering. Anna gulped and hurriedly snatched up the tiny figures struggling in the mess of cake. Gently, she took Elsa's elbow and led them inside.

The click of the lock echoed.

Anna's hands trembled as she began cleaning off cake from her sister's shoulders. "That was terrible of me," she stammered. "I shouldn't have, oh Elsa I'm so sorry!"

"That was your birthday cake," Elsa said, still in shock. Anna's heart clenched at the tremor in her voice.

"I just didn't want you to run from me," she said weakly. She brushed away a fleck of frosting that had managed to land on Elsa's cheek. "I'll make it up to you, I swear."

Elsa made a small noise. Without thinking, Anna wrapped her arms around her sister's waist and crushed her to her chest. Her arms connected with a wet mess and the little ice figures she'd been holding in one hand let out tiny squeals of shock. Again.

Anna stiffened, eyes wide. She lifted one arm and stared at the frosting covering her skin. "Oh…"

Elsa followed her gaze and laughed wetly. Her eyes glittered and she managed a tiny smile. "I guess that makes us even."

Anna made a strangled noise and tried to swipe the rest of the cake off Elsa's back. "We're even when I say we're even."

"But Anna—"

"No buts," Anna said. "It's my birthday and that's my birthday wish." She wrapped her arms around Elsa again and held her close.

The tips of Elsa's ears reddened. "Which is?"

"To make you happy," Anna whispered. Her breath ghosted over pale skin. Elsa shivered and Anna couldn't, simply couldn't resist brushing a kiss on Elsa's cheek.

"Finally!" a tiny voice squeaked from her hand, shattering the moment, and Anna pulled away just enough to glare at them. The smaller version of her glared right back, frozen eyes narrowing as smaller Elsa's shoulders rose and fell with her tiny sigh.

Apparently, their likeness wasn't the only thing Elsa had been able to capture…

Discomposed by the events, Anna furrowed her brow and queried of the icy likeness of herself, "Finally? … Finally, what?"

The miniature Anna replied exasperatedly, "You finally kissed her, that's WHAT!"

Anna just stared at her, dumbstruck for a few moments, before she was able to respond. "Ummm… ok, so… what you were doing… on the cake... " she trailed off for a moment, collecting her thoughts again, then continued, "why were you… we? Doing that?!"

Miniature Anna leaned over to give her similar companion a quick, but certainly not chaste, kiss on the mouth. She turned to Anna and said, "We're in love, why else? We are manifestations of your...our… it's hard to explain that part… love for each other, and we have all of our...your… this is so confusing… feelings."

Feelings?

"Elsa…?" she turned to look at her normal-sized sister, but the queen decided right then to bury her face in Anna's shoulder. Her heart ached at the sight, at the small tremors going through the woman in her arms. "Elsa, please look at me…?"

She shook her head, blonde hair tickling Anna's cheek.

"Elsa…"

"Anna…" Elsa inhaled deeply and her trembling intensified. "I'm s-so, so sorry. I never meant for any of this to happen! I never meant for you to find out about… about th-th-that!" she hiccuped.

"Elsa?" Coming to a decision, Anna reached over to place the ice figures clenched in her hand on the nearest available surface—a nearby dresser. She tried to pull away from Elsa, but her sister seemed intent on keeping her close, her face still hidden in Anna's shoulder.

Determined to find out what was going on with her sister, and given that she would not remove her face from Anna's shoulder, Anna decided to take a different tack. Wrapping her arms around Elsa's shoulders, in a gentle voice she asked, "Elsa… what did you not mean for me to find out about?" Why does this feel so… aaarrggghhh… I'm so confused! My stomach feels like there are butterflies doing backflips all over.

Elsa buried her face deeper into Anna's shoulder, frowning deeply as she continued to sob, hands tightly clasped together at her breast. Dear Skadi, what have I done? A long silence enveloped the room as she just absorbed the warmth of her sister's arms wrapped around her. This may be the last time she holds me like this. The last time I ever see her. She shook uncontrollably, and Anna's arms tightened around her. Why did I say that out loud. But… wait… the ice Anna, she said "OUR feelings"?

Her breath hitched, and for a moment...Elsa was hopeful.

...Before she realized that the ice figures were simply channeling her desires alone...Not Anna's. By her hand, they had been given life. By her hand, they had been imbued with her darkest secret, unintentional as it may have been. By her hand, they had played out her fantasies, once confined to the cover of the night—beneath the sheets with sweat matting her brow and soft cries tumbling from her lips.

There's no way she could ever feel the same.

It was a sinful desire.

There's absolutely no way.

"Elsa." Anna sighed heavily and grunted, pushing forcefully against Elsa's shoulders.

Pushing me away because she's disgusted by me, Elsa thought with a painful pang in her chest and another sob climbing up the inside of her throat. She clung even harder to her sister, refusing to let this moment end knowing the chance of her being in Anna's arms again after this would be nonexistent…

And then Anna's fingers grazed her leg and started to lift her skirt, causing her to jump and choke on her breath before stammering out hoarsely, "Anna, what are you doing?"

"You, uh, you need to take this dress off. Dissolve it or whatever," the princess answered sheepishly. "You're covered in cake, thanks to me, and I think it would be a good idea if we cleaned ourselves up and took a relaxing bath together!"

Together? Elsa's sniffling abruptly ceased and this time she pried herself out of Anna's arms to decipher whether she was serious or not. "You want… to bathe with me?" she asked incredulously, and her question brought a fierce blush to Anna's cheeks.

"To get clean!" Anna repeated. "It'll be easier if we do it together because it'll be hard for you to reach your back, right? And you haven't recovered fully from your fever-cold thingamabob, so… yeah, I don't want you straining yourself."

"Psst!" The royal sisters turned their heads in unison towards the hissing sound, the source belonging to the mini Anna, whose tiny hands were cupped around her mouth. When their attention was focused on her, the ice figure directed her gaze at Anna and pointed emphatically at Elsa's back. "Don't waste your cake!"

Elsa frowned in confusion. The cake was already wasted, since it was plastered all over her own back. She couldn't very well scrape it off and return it to the plate for her sister to enjoy…

As if knowing exactly what she was thinking, little Elsa curved her icy lips into a naughty smirk and licked the air with her tongue to demonstrate how they expected Anna to "taste" what remained of her cake.

Elsa staggered, instantly feeling light-headed as she blanched at what she'd just heard and seen. Thankfully, Anna was close enough to catch her from behind.

Suddenly, without warning, she felt something softly sliding up her bare, cake-covered back.

Elsa tentatively queried, "W-What … what was t-that?"

All she heard was a stifled cough from behind her. Then she felt it again along the same path, except this time it was a bit firmer, and slightly wet and warm. A faint chill ran up her spine.

She… she's actually eating it off of my back… licking it off of me. A tremor ran through her entire body, her core flooding with warmth.

A whimper escaped her mouth as the sensations threatened to consume her.

"A-Anna," she started but stopped when she felt a pair of hands firmly grip her waist. They tightened at her sides, digging into her dress with a sense of urgency as her sister did another pleasurable pass at her exposed back. Elsa felt her knees go weak and would have collapsed into a puddle of mush had it not been for the firm grip of Anna's hands.

Anna's eyes were closed and she moaned pleasantly as she lapped away at the cake remnants decorating her sister's back. "Mm. This cake… Oh, Elsa, it tastes so delicious," she proclaimed, her voice taking on a husky tone that Elsa had never heard coming from her little sister before.

And god, what that voice did to her! It made the flushed queen's heart race quicker than ever, her breathing coming out in short, heavy spurts. The area between her legs pulsed insistently, demanding immediate attention.

What is happening? Elsa foggily thought. Was she dreaming? The whole thing was too good to be true, too unbelievable! But not even her wildest dreams felt this insanely realistic. The hands burning at her waist and keeping her anchored in place were undeniably real and they were Anna's, as well as the moist, warm tongue diligently washing the icing from her skin.

The two ice figures threw their thumbs up at Elsa, squealing at the rapid progress being made and jumping up and down excitedly.

Elsa suddenly felt a gentle push at her sides, as Anna started to move them. They slowly continued to move until Elsa's knees hit the foot of her bed.

She heard in a low, breathy voice, "Get up on the bed and lay on your stomach, I'm not done yet."

"You're what?!"

"Hey," Anna said with a shaky laugh. "I didn't bring a fork, so this works out, doesn't it?"

Is this really happening?

"Elsa…?"

Anna's tone was different this time; more concerned than husky and laced with an undercurrent of desire. The queen blinked, noting that they were nowhere near the bed, and that Anna had moved from behind her to stand in front, teal eyes filled with worry, and...panic?

"I-I'm sorry, I shouldn't have listened to them," her sister stammered out, her grip on Elsa's shoulders tightening as she looked away to glare at the pouting ice figures. "I-I mean...licking your back? It was...well...I mean, I was curious, but…I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that."

Elsa's heart fell. Just a little.

I knew it was too good to be true...Once again, these desires of mine cloud the reality before me.

"I guess we're even," Anna continued, looking at her again as her lips curled into a sheepish smile. "But...we really should take that bath, though. The icing is starting to harden."

Elsa's mouth parted, failing to find words for a moment. Apparently, the idea of taking a bath together hadn't been part of her...daydream. Feverdream, her mind treacherously whispered, and Elsa mentally shook her head to clear her thoughts. "You...You really meant that?"

"Of course!" Anna exclaimed, her smile turning into something warmer. "It'll be just like when we were kids!"

Contributors to chapter one: Liamgrbd, the-wandering-quill, wintersummerallthefunner, pegacorn1210, cyrianu, talkstopaintings, Jessica x, canitellusmthin