WARNING: NSFW after the line break.

Chapter 28.

I have no idea of how I'm going to survive this evening with my sanity intact. Anna seems set on torturing me in any way she can, and dinner hasn't even been served yet! The little devil has been teasing me nonstop ever since we agreed we'd have, you know, sex. Tonight.

It's been a few hours since then, and now we're going to have dinner, but apparently not in the dining room. Nor on the roof, thankfully (at least Anna assured me that wasn't the case). Instead we're… apparently, we're going to a room that's located within the royal wing, to which I had had no access previously. It's very similar to the rest of the castle, except the Arendellian flag is displayed proudly every five feet. The doors and chandeliers also have nicer designs, and there are many portraits of ancient members of the royal family hanging from the walls here and there. However, I don't have time to appreciate them because a certain enthusiastic redhead is practically dragging me through the corridors.

When she finally stops, we're outside a double door that I've never seen before, surprisingly much more humble than the other ones in this wing; just plain white with a few floral patterns at the bottom. I look at Anna questioningly, but she just gives me a reassuring smile before pushing the doors open.

She walks inside and I follow her, taking everything in. It's a large room with a very high ceiling, a great, black, chandelier illuminated by dozens of candles hanging from it. At the center, a small table has been set, also covered in light by the candles that have been put on top of it. The food has already been served, and there's no one around, meaning we'll probably be alone for the evening.

The most prominent feature of this room, however, is that there are tens of paintings hanging from the walls, practically covering every inch of wallpaper. Some depict parties, other people from different nationalities and status, and others beautiful scenery. There are chairs and sofas scattered around the room, as if encouraging you to sit down and admire the art. At the far end of the room, there's also a big pendulum clock, reminding me the time to go to bed is fast approaching.

My heart starts racing, and I feel dizzy once more. Why did I think this was a good idea, again? I'm going to die from desire alone before this dinner ends.

"Come on." Anna says, taking my hand and leading me to the table. Once there, she pulls the chair for me and makes me sit, as she goes to a small table a few feet away, which contains a very strange artifact. It's kinda like a trumpet on top of a box. I've never seen something like that before.

"What's that?" I ask, eying her curiously as she struggles with the buttons.

"A phonograph." She answers simply, and I'm about to ask what it is for, when violin music suddenly starts playing. I look at the weird machine, and realize the music is coming from it.

"What kind of magic is this?" I stare in awe at the thing. It sounds like an orchestra, but it's just a small trumpet-thing! That's far more magical than conjuring ice out of thin air.

"Not magic, just a technology imported from America." Anna explains, coming to sit in front of me. "I don't know how it works, but apparently it records the music played by real musicians, and then is able to play it back any time you want."

"So… magic." I reiterate, making her giggle.

"I don't know about that, but I sure hope I managed to make a magic atmosphere for you, with all these candles, and the music…"

"It truly is something out of a fairytale." I answer honestly, smiling at the girl across from me. "Magic phonograph or not."

"I'm glad." She answers, beaming at the praise. "I spent all morning preparing it."

"I'm starting to think you intended to take me to bed from the very beginning." I tease her, but instead of becoming a blushing, mumbling, mess like I expected, she gives me a mischievous smile.

"Maybe."

And now I am the blushing, mumbling, mess, unable to articulate a coherent phrase, and feeling like my body will spontaneously combust. Anna laughs at my reaction, but apparently decides to take pity of me and change the subject.

"Do you want to know why I brought you here, of all places?" She asks, and I nod quickly, not trusting my voice to sound like anything other than a pathetic squeak. "This room full of paintings is where I spent most of my childhood." To make her point, she looks around at said paintings, her eyes filled with both sadness and nostalgia, as her lips form a clear smile on her face.

"W-why?" I ask, though my voice is still a little high-pitched because of her earlier teasing.

"My parents were always busy, and I didn't have any siblings." She shrugs. "The paintings in this room were my only friends."

I feel a pang of pain in my chest, imagining a little redheaded princess, alone in this big, empty, castle, with no one to talk but unanimated objects that couldn't answer her. She must have felt so lonely.

"It wasn't that bad, really." She says, apparently reading my mind. "Many of these paintings are good friends of mine, like Joan! Say hi, Joan!" She turns to wave at a painting of a woman in armor, a big smile firmly on her face. "That's why I brought you here; I wanted you to meet them."

I stay silent for a moment, just looking into Anna's eyes. On the outside she seems happy, but I can see in the way her smile trembles slightly that she's trying to deny how lonely and sad those memories make her feel. But I also know what she said was true; these paintings were important for her, and she brought me here because she wanted to share that part of her life, the part that wasn't all laughter and joy, but also painful and probably boring.

I can't even begin to express how happy this makes me. How much it means to me that Anna is finally opening up about her past. So I do the first thing I can think of.

I get up, take a deep breath and start talking, addressing the paintings on the walls.

"Dear friends of Anna, is a pleasure to meet you." I start, feeling a little silly, but pushing past it for Anna's sake. "My name is Elsa, and since about a month ago, I've been courting Anna. But don't worry, I'll take good care of her for you." I pause, looking down at Anna, who is staring at me with astonishment. I give her a gentle smile, and continue talking, looking directly at her. "I will never hurt her on purpose. I will never abandon her, and I will always listen to her ramblings and help her in any way I can. With me, she'll never have to be alone again. No matter what, I'll stay by her side, because I…" I swallow, unsure if I should be saying the next words, but they still slip out of my mouth before I can think better of it. "I love her."

Anna gets up once I finish my little speech, and for a moment I'm afraid I scared her, or upset her, but all my worries fly out of the window when she crosses the distance between us and throws her arms around my neck, kissing me with more fervor and passion than ever before.

I stumble, taken aback by her actions, but I soon regain my balance and close my eyes, placing my hands at her hips, and enjoying the warm feeling that spreads quickly trough my whole body.

But sooner than I would have wanted to, she pulls away. I look into her eyes, finding only unadulterated joy, as should be. And then she giggles, gently touching my nose with hers.

"I love you too." She says, and the moment I'm able to fully process and register those words inside my head, my heart starts thumping hard against my ribs, and all I'm able to do is smile like an idiot and kiss her again, pulling her even closer to me.

But she breaks the kiss sooner than I would have liked it and gives me an apologetic smile.

"The dinner is getting cold." She explains.

I want to tell her that I don't care, that I'm not hungry, and I only want her, and her alone. That I can't wait to go to bed. But… she did put a lot of effort planning this date, and it would be inconsiderate of me to just ignore it. So, reluctantly, I let go of her and return to my chair.

"What's for dinner?" I ask as I sit down. She then sits down herself and uncovers the silver tray that's at the middle of the table.

"Sandwiches."

Of course. I should have known.

We walk hand in hand towards my room. It's already dark, and the corridors are illuminated only by the lit candle Anna has on her right hand. I know I've been waiting for this, but I can't help feeling rather nervous. Anxious, even. And scared. What the hell was I thinking?! This isn't the appropriate time. We aren't married, or even engaged! It's highly inappropriate. I should just kiss Anna goodnight and hope she doesn't question me when I close the door on her face.

But… damn. I really do want this. Especially after Anna's rather romantic dinner, with just the two of us. I think she was already hoping for this outcome, and I can't go back on my words now without hurting her feelings.

Suddenly we stop, and I realize we're already standing outside my room. I pause, still unsure of what to do. But Anna, ever eager and impulsive, reaches out for the handle and opens the door, stepping in as she pulls on my hand.

As soon as we're both inside, she closes the door and pins me against it, her lips meeting mine with unprecedented fervor as her hands simultaneously press against my shoulders, keeping me in place. I try to respond to her actions as best as I can, but this whole situation has me overwhelmed, and I can barely breathe without making a conscious effort. My lungs start burning, fighting for much needed air, and I end up pushing Anna away in an attempt to regain some sort of control over my own body.

"Elsa?" She looks up at me, her eyebrows furrowed in a worried expression.

"J-just… give me a minute." I answer, inhaling and exhaling slowly in an attempt to calm down my racing heart and make the sweat on my palms and the butterflies on my stomach go away. I mean, I shouldn't be feeling so nervous! It's Anna! And we have kissed rather passionately before. It's not that big of a deal.

Except it is. It is a very big deal. Which is why normal people refrain themselves from doing this before they get married. But of course I know I can't wait that long to be with Anna, and judging from her lust-filled gaze, she can't either. But I'm still not sure if now is the right time.

"Elsa, if you don't want to do it, we don't have to." Anna assures me with a tiny smile, even if it's obvious she is faking it for my sake.

"I was the one who proposed to engage in… i-intimate activities, remember?" I answer, trying to steel my nerves. I mean, we both want this, so why is it so difficult? Why can't I just relax and enjoy the moment?

"Yes, but you look really uncomfortable right now. And that worries me." Anna answers, taking my hands between hers and giving them a gentle squeeze for good measure. The way she looks at me is also nothing short of loving and understanding, even if there is a hint of disappointment on her voice. So I know that, even if I decide to stop things right now, Anna won't be mad at me, only slightly dejected.

But still. This is not how I want this evening to end. I want Anna more than anything. I need her. Every time we kiss I feel the urge to get even closer to her, to make her mine, to give her pleasure like no one else could. And I don't think there could ever be a better night than this one.

"It's okay. I'm just nervous." I assure her, this time squeezing her hands within mine. "But if we take this slow, I think I'll be fine."

"Sure." Anna beams at my words. "After all, I'm nervous too."

I smile at her and suddenly feel calm, despite my heart beating like it was about to come right out of my chest. I slowly inch closer towards my girlfriend, stopping before our lips can meet so I can look into her eyes and make sure she wants this as much as I do. She closes the distance between us herself, and the moment I feel her kissing me, my eyes close on their own, and I bask in the sensation of her lips on mine.

Her hands leave mine, trailing up my arms until they reach my shoulders, eliciting pleasant tingles wherever they touch. Soon enough, they descend towards my chest, hesitating only for a moment before settling on my breasts before she caresses them with care. Her fingers are tender, but persistent, and relentless in their passion. And I can't help moaning into Anna's mouth, and reaching to her back, holding her close.

She responds by tilting her head and kissing my neck instead, her tongue leaving a cool trail of saliva that makes me shudder with desire.

Almost unconsciously, I start pushing Anna back, until her legs hit my bed and she ends up sitting on it. Instantly, her hands fly towards my neck, and she kisses my lips once again, while I make quick work of the frustratingly abundant strings of her corset. She tries to do the same for me, but we soon discover that this is a far too complicated task to do while being distracted by the kisses we keep giving each other. So I turn around and allow her to get off my dress before she does the same, so now we're both in our underwear, which still covers most of our body.

Anna moves so she is now sitting more towards the center of the bed, in a silent invitation to join her. I hesitate only for a moment before going to kneel next to her, locking my eyes with hers, as if silently asking what happens now. She smiles and brings one of her arms around my neck, pulling me close until our mouths meet in a passionate kiss that ends with us falling onto the mattress, with Anna beneath me.

And I'm still nervous. I still can feel my body tingle with anxiety and fear of the unknown. But all of that is dulled by the warmth and tranquility of feeling Anna's body against mine. As I continue to gently kiss her lips, and let my body relax on top of hers, pinning her down, a wonderful sensation takes hold of my whole body. Even though all we're doing is kissing, I can't help letting out a helpless moan. Just being like this with Anna is enough to overwhelm me with a plethora of feelings.

But I still want more. So much more. Anna has always been the more active one in our relationship, due to her feisty personality, but for now she appears to be content letting me take the lead; do this at my own pace. And for that, I'm grateful.

I've always wanted to kiss her neck like this, as I straddle her, taking complete control of our actions, and enjoying the feel of her heartbeat under my lips. I even dare biting her lightly, drawing a stifled moan out of her mouth. I then feel goosebumps rising on her skin as I make my way down, trailing her neck and collarbone with my tongue, and only stopping when I come across a bothersome piece of clothing.

I look up, silently asking Anna for her permission, and find her red-faced and panting heavily. She's so flustered it takes her a few seconds to nod in approval, but when she does, I immediately proceed to remove the top of her underwear, revealing her toned stomach and a pair of tiny freckled mounds. I don't have time to contemplate her though, because soon enough she removes my top too, and I shudder even though I can't feel the cold.

I fight the urge to place my hands over my chest, knowing I don't have to be self-conscious about this, not with Anna. But the way she stares at my breasts makes me feel so… naked. And we'll, I am naked, but there's an undeniable hunger in her eyes that just makes me realize what effect my looks have on her, and I feel weird about it.

I'm no fool, of course. I've been told I'm rather pretty by many people, and when I see myself in the mirror I have to recognize my own beauty. But no one has ever looked me the way Anna is now. Like nothing could please her more; like she wants to consume me, make me hers, like… like I'm her whole world. It's overwhelming.

But when I deviate my gaze, I'm met with something that makes my head reel even more and my blood rush to my face. Anna's body may not be as mature-looking as mine, but it is infinitely more beautiful, at least in my opinion. Her freckles really are everywhere; heavily concentrated on her shoulders, the top of her breasts, and her hips. And I want to kiss and lick and bite every one of them. Despite the climate, her skin is not pale like mine but instead tanned gently by the Arendellian summer sun and sporting a prominent blush because of our current activities.

I'm so stunned, I barely register Anna sitting up and switching our positions, pinning my hands to the mattress. I don't even have a chance to protest before she's assaulting my chest with her mouth, and all I can do then is close my eyes and moan in pleasure. Honestly, I'm not even sure I want to protest. I knew she'd take the lead sooner rather than later, after all, and I'm quite content with my current position, to be honest. How she kisses my neck, before moving to my breasts to suck, and even bite, my nipples… it makes my whole body burn in desire.

And then she pulls away, only to tug at my underwear in order to get it off my body. I gasp and even a few snowflakes appear out of thin air. This just got too real. I've never been naked in front of anyone before, at least that I remember, and that Anna's gaze keeps straying south doesn't help much. I mean, I know we're both women, and we love each other, so there's really nothing to hide, but… ah, this whole situation still has my stomach twisting.

I realize I'm blushing heavily now, and with Anna just staring at my naked form for a few seconds, I can't take it anymore. So I close my eyes and reprimand her.

"Y-you know? It's not polite to stare!"

"I'm not staring. I'm admiring you." I can hear the pout in her voice. "Besides, it's your fault for being so beautiful, and sexy and… just absolutely perfect."

I blush even more at her compliments, and nervously stutter out a response.

"W-well… but you… you should take off your underwear too. So I can also s-see you." I squeal the last part. Damn, this whole intimacy thing is making me more nervous I'd like to admit. But at least Anna's confident attitude helps a little.

"Oh! Sure." She says easily, and I finally open my eyes to see her quickly discarding her last piece of clothing. Now we're both truly naked. In bed. Together. My heart is pounding so hard I think I'm gonna faint, then I realize it's because I've stopped breathing, and quickly draw in a breath, willing my lungs to go back to work.

"Looks like I stunned the Snow Queen into silence." Anna says in a teasing tone as she lays her whole weight on me, pressing our torsos together and tangling our legs. It feels like almost every inch of our bodies is connected now; her natural heat battling against the cold of my magic, our noses rubbing together and our eyes connected in a loving gaze.

It's something truly magical. And Anna seems to feel it too, because when she kisses my lips again, it's not in a fervent way, like up until now, but tender and loving. She takes her time before finally daring to use her tongue, and all I can do is moan into her mouth and wrap my arms tightly around her neck, trying to pull her closer. I'm feeling enough pleasure as it is now, and I honestly wouldn't have minded at all if we stayed like this for a few more minutes, but… in that moment Anna's knee presses against my core. I don't think it was a conscious action, just like me lifting my hips in response wasn't either, but it seemed to ignite a flame inside me that wasn't quite there before.

I immediately forget all about my concerns and fears, and I simply stop thinking, instead proceeding to enjoy the moment. I don't care if my helpless moans are beyond embarrassing, or if I'm so wet now Anna's leg is no doubt getting coated in my juices. I just keep grinding against her knee, and she's more than happy to answer with little thrusts of her own. I don't know if this is the proper way, or if there's even a "proper" way for women to do this; I'm just acting on instinct by this point, wanting nothing more than to be as close to Anna as possible, both physically and emotionally.

The pleasure starts building in my lower region, and I clamp my eyes shut, overwhelmed. I can barely open them for a few seconds to look at Anna's flustered face, only to close them again despite myself. Little pathetic sounds escape my mouth, and I soon find myself saying Anna's name almost like a mantra, or a prayer, like I'm asking for something. But what? Not even I know until Anna gives it to me.

She separates slightly, now resting her weight on her hands and knees. I'm about to protest, until I feel her hand caressing lightly my thighs, gently coaxing them apart. I blush heavily when I realize her intentions, but still comply with little to no hesitance. And it's all worth it when I feel her fingers caressing my lower lips, and an explosion of pleasure like nothing I've ever felt before surges wherever her fingers touch me.

"Is this good?" Anna asks, looking at my eyes for confirmation, but all I can do is hold her gaze for a moment and nod vigorously as a whimper passes my lips. She laughs and gives me a little peck as, at the same time, one of her fingers starts teasing my entrance. "Then I'm going to continue."

"A-Anna!" I scream as her finger enters me, intensifying the pleasure even more, but she silences me with another kiss; this one longer and more passionate.

Her finger starts slowly moving in and out, each time hitting a spot that has me clutching her tightly with my hands. It all becomes even more overwhelming when her thumb touches my clit, and then starts rubbing it in circular motions, building some kind of tension inside me, at a faster pace than I've ever felt before.

Somehow through the haze of pleasure I register that currently I'm the only one getting pleasured, and I know I'd feel infinitely better if I was giving Anna the same sensation. So, with slight hesitance, but also determination, I reach out with my right hand to touch her most intimate zone.

She gasps in surprise, but doesn't stop her administrations or say anything otherwise, which I take as an open invitation to proceed. She's already wet, perhaps as much as I am, which makes me prouder than I'd like to admit, and so I don't waste any time before slipping a finger inside her.

And it's so warm! It feels like this contact alone has just set my entire body on fire.

She trembles slightly at my actions, stopping what she's doing for a moment to catch her breath. Worried, I look up to her, not doing anything until she indicates it's okay to go on. To my surprise, she shudders and moans as she looks into my eyes with her own lust-filled ones.

"You're cold." She whispers.

"S-sorry!" Horrified with the thought of possibly having hurt her, I'm about to remove my finger from inside her, until her voice stops me.

"No, it's okay! R-really. It feels… nice." She says in a high-pitched tone, as her cheeks turn bright red. I'm too stunned to respond right away, but when I finally register her words, I let out a small chuckle.

"Okay then. If you insist…" I answer as my magic starts slipping from my fingers more consciously. And before I know what I'm doing, I've not only added another finger inside Anna, but I have also coated them in ice and made a small cylindrical extension. I'd be worried about being too forward, but Anna's constant mewls and her content expression tell me I have done nothing wrong.

I barely register her adding another finger inside me too, and soon we're both moaning and panting heavily as we fiercely pleasure each other as best we can. Our mouths meet constantly on short, but heated, kisses that leave us breathless. Our bodies feel hot against each other, and smell like sweat because of our current activities. And the pleasure is so great, I can barely think of anything else.

Sooner than I would have wanted though, I feel my climax approaching. I try to hold back, just for a few more seconds, in order to cum at the same time as Anna, but her hands prove to be too skilled for me to combat. And so, I'm soon screaming her name as I close my eyes tightly and feel wave after wave of pleasant shocks travel trough my hole body. My legs tremble, I forget to breath for a moment, and my hands tighten their hold on Anna. And she keeps working, prolonging my climax as much as possible, until I tell her to stop.

Breathlessly, I look up at her and give her a shy smile, which she answers with a tender kiss that leaves me gasping for air. It's so different from what we were doing just seconds ago, but equally intimate and loving. I want to just get lost in it, hold Anna close to me and cuddle for the rest of the night… but I know I shouldn't be that selfish.

I continue my ministrations after taking just a short moment to calm down and regain control over my body. Anna lets out a small gasp when she feels my fingers moving inside her again, but doesn't protest, and instead just burrows her face on the crook of my neck, her hot breath tickling me every time she exhales. I'm physically exhausted already, but when I feel Anna pressing against me, moving her hips in tandem with my fingers, and hear her call my name in breathy moans, I forget about my aching muscles and heavy eyelids. All I care about is pleasing her; making her feel the way she made me feel. Making her mine.

With those thoughts occupying my mind, I keep stroking her, trying to reach deeper inside her and going faster, paying close attention to her moans and shudders to see what works on her best. And thanks to this, it isn't long before she collapses on top of me, moaning my name into my neck and meeting my strokes with her hips, her walls clenching my fingers and pulling me impossibly deeper inside her.

It's the most wonderful sensation in the world… well, perhaps second, only behind experiencing my own climax thanks to Anna's effort. But seeing her reaching such heights because of me is perhaps more rewarding. I feel flattered that I was able to do this to her, to such a beautiful person as Anna of Arendelle. Me. A nobody who was once Queen of the exiles. It really does feel like a miracle; as something that's too good to be true. But it is. It is true. And that realization has me grinning like an idiot.

"Elsa." Anna looks up at me with love shining in her eyes, an equally happy smile on her flushed face. "That was…" A small giggle escapes her lips. "Wow." She breaths out, clearly still trying to catch her breath.

"Same." Is all I can muster to say as I make the ice disappear and extract my fingers from Anna, proceeding to hold her close as I caress her cheek with my other hand. It's not a surprise to find she's hot and sticky with sweat… as I am too, probably. But I don't want to get up now and take a bath. I just want to lay down and cuddle until we fall asleep, and Anna seems to have the same idea because, after giving me a soft kiss, she proceeds to lay down beside me, placing her head on my shoulder and her arm around my torso, keeping me close.

"Mmmmhm… so good." She sighs contently as she snuggles against my neck, sending a wave of affection surging trough my body.

"Agreed." I mumble, already feeling the tiredness getting to me, making my eyes want to close for the night and just rest. But I still fight it a little more as I lean to press a kiss on Anna's temple, trying to convey all the warm feelings invading my chest into this simple action.

"I love you, Anna." I mumble against her skin.

"And I love you too." She answers naturally, making my heart do a happy little dance inside my chest.

Then, when she doesn't say anything more, and instead just wiggles a little, getting comfortable for the night, I decide to close my eyes too, finally allowing sleep to take me. I mean, I don't want this wonderful night to end, and I wished we could keep doing our very pleasurable activities, but I'm also tired, and I know I wouldn't last a second round. And besides, I know Anna will be there when I wake up, and then we can continue where we left it.

But just before I lose consciousness, I hear Anna speak again, tickling my neck with the movement of her lips. Still, I question whether I only dreamt about it.

"I always have, and I always will."

A/N: Well, that was hot, don't you think? Also, sorry for the delay, but I'm finishing writing my thesis, so I'll be a little busy from now on. Even if it's summer brak now, because I'm going to New York to see the Frozen musical, and I don't think I'll have time to write while I'm there, so please bear with me.

Anyways, thanks for reading, and commenting, and for all th esupport you've shown me. I'll see you (hopefully) soon.

Thanks to my beta reader moonwatcher13.