Princess Anna of Arendelle

An independent RP blog for the character Princess Anna of Arendelle from Frozen. OC friendly, multiship, and open to crossovers.

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It's a full moon tonight, tori wants to devour you ;)

I'm well aware, anon. Let's just say there are downsides to the distance between us and that it makes for a sad Meghan.At least she has her PS3 and The Last of Us DLC.

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tori said she'd duel for you. would you do the same?

Well, curious greyface, if someone was seeking her hand and was bold enough to challenge me for it, it certainly wouldn’t be a duel. The word duel implies some equal ground between both parties, some sense that only luck and a small amount of skill would separate the loser from the victor. In this case, though, I think it’d be closer to a massacre, if only because of my experience with armed combat.

From a less practical, semantically nit-picking, and frankly boastful standpoint, there is no question that I would fight for her. Whether I need to physically protect her or metaphorically defend her honor, I always take care of what is mine, and I put my whole essence into doing so. I’m not partial to the idea of giving her up to anybody, particularly not somebody who thinks that a clash of steel is enough to capture a woman so sophisticated and rare.

(Tori, the anons that flock to you are really cute. Why don’t I have cute anons?)

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The Blackened Sun

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Elsa’s lip twitched as she roughly dropped her sister’s arm and strode away will all the grace and control of a evil queen. Of course this is what she came for, it always was. She always asked the same questions as well. These visits only served to bore the queen more so than she already was. “Nothing has come over me. I am just simply doing my duty as Queen,” she snapped at the redhead. The naive girl still acts as if nothing has changed, like she is still her sister from when they were kids. Elsa has killed many of that pitiful kingdom’s citizens and yet here is Anna.. No.

The Dark Queen snarled and began pacing much akin to a caged animal quickly cutting off her thoughts. Anger, she needed that right now. She couldn’t risk showing any weakness with her observant sister watching her every move. Conceal, don’t feel. Don’t feel!

Anna was still her soft spot after all these years and it pained her to admit that was why she was probably so harsh with the girl. She didn’t want to be, she still loved her sister with every fiber of her being but she had to protect her. She had to protect her sister from herself, still. She could never trust her powers near the girl and she never will. She would get angry at the pushy redhead and lash out and.. She just couldn’t risk it. So she shut her out with the rest of the world. She was a monster and she deserved to be up here. She had let her hatred define her and now there was no escape. She could never escape this prison she has made for herself. 

There were a lot of things she could never do.. She could never be the sister that Anna wanted her to be. She could never be the Queen her parents wanted her to be. She could never make her parents proud. She could never be there for Anna. She hated herself for all of it and she hated her powers the most. If she had been born without these none of this would have happened. She hated fate for forcing this curse upon her and she planned to make it pay. She planned to tear apart the world piece by piece as revenge. It will regret giving her these powers. 

She did stop her thoughts and pacing when she heard Anna’s careful statement. Worried about her? She could feel her expression tighten as did her chest. Damn it, be angry! “I don’t need your pity,” she spat out, her voice laced with contempt. She narrowed her eyes at the woman in front of her as she pulled herself up to her full height. “I don’t need your help and nor did I ask for it,” she snarled as her grip on the spear tightened enough to crack the shaft. 

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Anna knew that she had never gotten the extensive training that usually was bestowed upon the heir apparent of the royal family, seeing as she was the second born, but she realized that Elsa's comment about mass murder being her duty was pure, slightly megalomaniac conjecture. If anything, a queen should strive to avoid bloodshed wherever possible, particularly of her own subjects. But her ethics were hardly the main issue at the moment. The princess looked on, wordlessly, as her sister paced and sulked, lashing out with audible snarls that seemed to come from somewhere deep and dark within her. Even as they sounded clearly in her ears, the redhead found herself unable to believe them. Those shadowed depths couldn't exist in Elsa. It was something she still she couldn't bring herself to accept, even if her arm still ached from the sudden vice-like grip that dragged her in and released her unceremoniously and even if her pulse still raced with an instinctual sense of terror as her eyes roamed over the blade-tipped weapon in the older woman's hand.

After a few moments of her intimidating prowling, Elsa finally turned around once more to face her sister and delivered her seething reply. As the icy weapon cracked under the queen's white-knuckled grasp, the subsiding pain in Anna's arm suddenly felt like nothing. It could have been much worse, after all, she noted. Her eyes traced a path from the blonde's hand back up to her face, trying not to let on to her thought process.

There was no question that The Dark Queen was furious. There was also an irrefutable amount of evidence suggesting that The Dark Queen was a ruthless killer who would never tolerate such a prolonged interruption in her daily routine. Those two facts, taken in tandem and regarded as immutable, would suggest that she should have been run through with the spear and bled out already by now. To the contrary, she was very much alive and also surprisingly close to the feared ruler of Arendelle. Despite the blonde's best attempts to cast a shadow by straightening her shoulders and posturing, Anna felt herself feeling a little less afraid. She had clearly struck a nerve to have elicited such a passionate show of aggression without a single violent gesture being directed her way.

Not wanting to push her luck, Anna did what any sane person would when faced with the wrath of an ice queen and took a step back, but she refused to adopt an expression to match. "I'm not offering pity," she began, "And I'm really not offering you any help, either." The proper time to lower her eyes and appear truly frightened was now, as she spun a few lines she hoped might buy her a little bit of time with her sister, "I don't understand why you want to terrorize Arendelle, but I clearly can't change your mind. I won't waste my breath or your time with that." The princess's voice was shaking, partially according to plan, but it mostly came as a surprise to her. She fought through the rest of it, "Elsa, I'm scared down in the kingdom, too, you know. I understand that you don't want to hurt me, but those golems of yours are brutal. It's not safe for any of us."

She figured Elsa couldn't sidestep that concern. Anna doubted she had just delivered an argument that would lift the reign of terror of The Iron-Fisted Queen, but all of her previous approaches had been about the kingdom. She had never before mentioned her own concerns. And Elsa had always thrown her out before... but this time, she was entertaining some fancy, surely.

Anna even suspected her sister might be fighting back horrors of her own. Then again, she didn't care to dwell too long on trying to analyze what might only be a rare stroke of luck.

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What's your hair color?

Dark brown with blonde highlights, which are particularly prevalent during the summer.Hiya, anon.

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"I like it when you smile."

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Elsa scowled at the finger preventing her from talking. Anna of course thought she had won this round but Elsa was far from down and out. In need of a moment to collect herself, sure, but far from defeated. Her dear sister should know better than to count the young monarch out. Granted the firm squeeze on her posterior and the words that just flowed from the redhead with a husky regal tone caused her eyes to flutter close and her head to bow forward slightly did cause her to falter. Still, the queen was far from done. Her competitive streak refused to let her lose even if Anna did technically win when she caused the normally collected blonde to be speechless in the mist of her swirling thoughts. So she regrouped as she tried to recover from her slight slip-up earlier.

Slowly the blonde opened her eyes and smirked at her sister. Using all of her grace and poise to hide just how affected she was by her sister’s tactics, Elsa leaned in closer to the shorter woman and ran her lips up the woman’s jawline to just underneath her ear. “Surely you know better than that,” she whispered using a dangerously honeyed tone. She nipped at the skin just behind her ear before she leaned back and smiled sweetly at her sister. “As a Queen, you always have a back-up plan. No matter what,” she replied as she untangled herself from the redhead and sauntered away. She added an extra sway to her hips as she strutted down the hall, knowing where Anna’s eyes would land. 

The snow queen grinned over her shoulder at the redhead hoping that being caught in the act would cause Anna some distress. If pulled off correctly, Elsa could get the princess to believe that this was all in her master plan. It would need to be executed perfectly to throw off her observant sister, though. One wrong move and her plan would crumple leaving her at square one yet again. Making sure that Anna was watching her, the queen slyly beckoned Anna to come closer to her once again. Anna should really know better than to challenge a Queen. They aren’t one for bowing down or losing.

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Anna had to be on guard, seeing as the cogs in Elsa's mind were turning once more and she was undoubtedly weaving another devilishly clever plan. The game was still on. The princess took a quiet, steadying breath as the queen moved in for the playful bite that would have elicited a moan, without fail, had Anna been completely at liberty. Instead, she clenched her teeth, tensing her jaw in such a way that was likely completely visible to her sister. Where Elsa could afford to slip up and voice her pleasure, the princess was the clear underdog. It was evident from the ease with which the blonde moved to disengage herself from the embrace encircling her. This fact only encouraged the ginger to try a little harder to do everything in her power to thwart this so-called back up plan.

She, however, couldn't keep her eyes off of Elsa as she sauntered away. The way she carried herself was completely irresistible and it pained Anna to admit that she was falling for such an obvious ploy. When the queen glanced over her shoulder with a smirk, Anna flushed in spite of herself. The compelling motion of her sister's finger drew her in. Without thinking, she began the obedient forward march.

Cursing in her head, the princess had to think of something. If she was walking right into whatever trap the blonde had set, then she couldn't afford to be caught unawares. Turning around was no longer an option. And, honestly, stubbornly standing wouldn't have solved much. Her coy comments only had such a tremendous impact because of the lack of distance between them. From several meters away, they'd be at a stalemate and that would do absolutely no good.

Just because she was doing as she was asked by following the enticing gesture, it didn't mean she had no cards to play. It was going to be a risk, but she decided to go against her first instinct to attempt to re-establish her presence quite yet. Elsa was riding high. If she tires herself out in trying to wear the ginger down, then she can once and for all deliver the final blow. That would give her plenty of time to think.

She stopped in front of Elsa, careful not too get too close at first. Glancing at her with feigned and measured disinterest, she asked, "Yes, Your Majesty?"

Anna was careful not to grin, or too indulge in the sin of the opposite extreme and roll her eyes. Neutrality was key. If she could lure Elsa into giving any of her plan away, it would be well worth it. There was a golden opportunity to tease the queen to death right here, but she passed it up. She kept her hands by her side, carefully eying the queen to predict any of her movements before they crept up and ruined her sense of calm.

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The Blackened Sun

Elsa stretched languidly atop her throne as she made little purple figures dance in front of her dais. The figures danced in little spins and leaps as they performed for the stoic Queen. She flicked her hand and dissipated the small soot like figures as she quickly grew bored of them. She found herself bored most days up her in her ice castle. On the days she did decide to amuse herself she usually spent it enforcing her rule in Arendelle with another blizzard or by sending in more snow golems to ensure the citizens knew who ruled them and to ensure all the laws she had passed down upon them. Although, even that had grown old. 

Elsa furrowed her brow and snapped out of her thoughts as she heard a furious din coming from the front hall of her palace. The loud racket echoed easily through the icy palace all the way to her throne room. She stood with a growl as she stalked down the long staircase to the front door. She quickly summoned a couple of her usual snow golems to help deal with the intruder. Who dares come up here to interrupt her peace and quiet anyway? From the Northern Islands to the Southern Isles, all knew to avoid the North Mountain. It is a curse place. The home of the Dark Queen. 

The angry blonde readied a spear made of her dark ice as she blasted open the doors. She hefted the spear to throw at the cowering form before her before she realized that form was.. Anna. Of course. The only idiot that would face the wrath of the snow queen would be her. Elsa grabbed the girl’s elbow and pulled her into the hall before reforming the smashed doors. “What are you doing here?”

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She had been knocking at the icy, magnificent door for what seemed like hours. The woolen gloves were doing nothing to soften the blow of repetitive force up against the glacial entryway, but she wouldn't give up. Anna had a whole list of things she needed to talk to her sister about and she wasn't leaving until she could at least get the most important concerns out of the way. People were dying. And it wasn't just collateral damage from storms, either. Elsa was killing her people. It wasn't anything like the little girl she had grown up with, even if it had been an admittedly brief window in both of their lives.

Summoned by the frantic pounding and accompanied by a few ominously glowing, hulking snow golems as her guards, Elsa made a spectacular entrance on the scene that only an evil queen could pull off. She had to curl and flinch to avoid any damage from the debris flung off from the obliterated door. Before she even had the chance to turn around or address her sister, she was gruffly pulled into the atrium. A dark purple hued spear was being clutched in her other hand, and the very sight of it made Anna pale.

She was going to gore me, she thought, with more than a little uneasiness in the pit of her stomach. That was enough to send the well-crafted list of complaints right from her head and cause her mantra of "she's my sister, she'd never hurt me" to gain more than a few visible dents. In fact, she might have started running if it wasn't for the tight grasp Elsa still had on her elbow. Breathe. Say the bare minimum and then everything should be fine.

The harsh tone of Elsa's question shook her civility, but she tried her best to keep an even tone and not fly off the handle, "I could ask you the same thing. What's come over you? Why are you doing this?" 

Confrontational, alright. Not what I was going for, Anna panicked a little, not entirely sure if her sister's goodwill would extend so far as to stay her hand after such an insulting, accusatory barrage. She quickly tried to amend her statement, "I'm here because I'm worried about both you and the kingdom."

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Ringing in the New Year

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Elsa’s eyes grew a dark cobalt from lust at the utterance from her dear sister. She crashed their lips together in a heated battle as she wrapped her chilled arms around Anna’s bare waist. Despite how hot her skin felt right now the chilled woman could still feel a noticeable difference between her and her sister’s body temperatures. She almost couldn’t get enough of the delicious heat coming off of her sister. Years in the cold made her addicted to her warm-blooded sibling’s warmth. Even if the cold didn’t bother her she couldn’t get enough of it. Especially now when her sister’s skin was burning with passion and lust.

She could feel her sister struggling with the back of her dress to fine the clasps. She almost laughed at the adorable confused expression on the redhead’s face. Even when she was being absolutely sexy her sister could still be such a dork. “Here, let me,” she breathed as she worked on the clasps in the front of her dress. She gazed up at Anna as she felt the garment slip down behind her on the bed leaving her cooled body open to her sister’s searing gaze. She could feel her cheeks darken as her insecurities slowly surfaced. The normally controlled woman had to struggle to keep from covering herself back up. No more closed doors. No more hiding. Yet she still looked down at the bedspread instead of her sister’s eyes.

Here next to her gorgeous sister Elsa felt as plain as she would be. She didn’t have dark freckles that graced her skin, hers were just a light sprinkling on her cheeks. She wasn’t nearly as filled out as her sister nor was she as beautifully curvy. How could she could compare to such a beauty as the one here with her? She fiddled with her hands as she closed her eyes. She struggled to keep still as thoughts of inadequacy filtered through her mind.

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The feeling of her sister's cool flesh against her own quickly become her new sense of normal. She acclimated rather quickly to the disparity and found that she much preferred the sensation of the cold. As Elsa's arms snaked around her waist and a passionate kiss crowned her lips, she became increasingly aware of the envelope of chilly air that the snow queen was holding her in. Paradoxically, she'd never felt warmer. Elsa radiated frigidity as an extension of herself. It was as natural to her as breathing. In some way, Anna thought of the arctic atmosphere as just another way to feel the blonde so close to her, closer than she could have ever hoped, practically in her bones. She felt a shiver rising and she prayed that the queen would know not to be deterred by it.

As the ice queen's dress fell away from her, Anna did her best not to gape. It didn't take long for her to notice that Elsa, too, had her fair share of insecurities. The blonde's fingers twitched slightly with a desire to retreat back under the cover of the dress, but Anna shook her head in response.

She threw her arms around her sister's neck and slowly pulled her down on top of her, easing back into a horizontal position as she did so. She cupped one of Elsa's cheeks in her hand and brushed a thumb against the light dusting of freckles she found. On her, they were absolutely adorable. The princess couldn't fathom how the queen could be blind to just how gorgeous she was. Every inch of her was radiant and the redhead's other hand slowly traced down the older woman's shoulder and came to rest at her lower back where it ran the length of a few absentminded spirals almost as if to non-verbally suggest as much.

"You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," Anna purred, looking up at the blonde with a beaming smile, "And I can't believe I have to even tell you that, but if you still don't believe it, I'll spend every day of my life reminding you if that's what it takes." She arched her neck up to kiss her sister deeply, and then pulled the blonde closer so she could rest her head against her chest for a few moments and just count her heartbeats. It was amazing to her that even that simple, human melody could resonate like music.

Her hands came to rest at Elsa's hips and her fingers drummed lightly at the flesh there, inadvertently echoing the beating she was so presently attuned to.

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"I like it when you smile."

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This would be a challenge. Elsa knew that as soon as Anna started talking and her own knees started shaking. She was pretty sure without the grip on her sister’s waist she would have collapsed to the ground from the wobble in her legs. Anna already seemed to be a master at Elsa’s own game.  She could barely even hear her sister over the blood rushing in her ears, but she some how managed to make out the words. Oh dear gods. Those words had such an affect on the usually regal Queen. 

Quickly forming her thoughts, she was about to lob a response back to her sister that was sure to truly affect her when she felt those sinfully soft lips connect with her jaw. All coherent thoughts flew out the window as she let out a breathy moan. That was not supposed to come out but with those lips kissing her ever so softly and those words ringing in her ears she couldn’t help it. She opened her mouth to say something to the smirking redhead but frowned when she realized that she had nothing to say back. She was literally speechless. All of her years studying and learning so many words and languages left her high and dry right now. 

"I.. um..," she stammered as her frown deepened. Fine, if words wouldn’t work her mouth could still give her an advantage. Elsa had never expected to be beaten at her own game but she was definitely not loosing graciously. She crashed her lips to Anna’s, kissing the poor woman roughly.

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Anna felt the tide turning in her favor when Elsa's fingers began to loosen from her waist and the moan signaled loud and clear that her plan had succeeded. It wasn't the most desirable effect, and frankly the princess wanted her sister's grasp to persist, but at least it was a strong indicator that she had flustered the indomitable queen. Although she felt the crackling spark of satisfaction in her chest, she realized that there was yet a long way to go. The blonde never lost. It was in her nature as a monarch to rise above and it would surely be no easy task to successfully best her at her own contest.

Had there actually been concrete rules in this tournament, surely, Elsa's kiss would have violated them. Well, actually, Anna would always have to consider a kiss from the queen to be completely unfair. The gentle pecks she housed in her arsenal always made the princess's heart melt, but the blonde was well aware of what she was capable of if she moved in with a imprecise edge and just the right amount of intensity. She could be downright incendiary.

The ginger kept down a shocked gasp, knowing full well that this could be the beginning of the end if she let it persist any longer. On any other day, she'd be beside herself with joy knowing that Elsa was so well-versed in the knowledge of what drove her wild. Anna was quite loose-lipped with that information, admittedly, and she suspected she had less on her sister than she might need in the long run.

She wrapped an arm around her sister's waist, balling her hand in loose fabrics and holding her tight. After deepening the kiss for a brief moment, she bit at Elsa's lip and pulled her face away, quickly placing her free finger at her sister's mouth. It wasn't like she seemed to be in much of a talking mood, so she figured the one finger would be enough.

"If that's the best you can do, dear sister, you might as well just surrender now," she teased, adopting the same richly domineering regal tone she'd heard dripping from Elsa's lips on countless occasions. Her hand unclenched itself from the queen's dress for a moment to squeeze her rear, just to fully accentuate the point at hand. As much as she wanted to continue boasting, she knew better than to give her sister too many words to use against her once she got her tongue back. She reclaimed Elsa's waist as a safeguard.

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Ringing in the New Year

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Elsa’s breath caught in her throat as she watched the freckled expanse of her sister’s shoulders being bared before her. The beautiful decoration of freckles that traced themselves over the gorgeous woman’s skin. She could dedicated days to worshiping the delicate dusting of freckles  Very delicately she traced one of her fingers over one shoulder across to the redhead’s other. She completely forgot about the bodice half undone.

She glanced back up at Anna’s face only to have her heart almost break. She frowned slightly at the look her beautiful sister was giving her own freckles. The critical angle of her eyebrows and slight down turn of the corner of her lips. She could practically hear her thoughts. Oh Anna.. She gently cupped her sister’s shoulder, rubbing her thumb over the soft skin there.

"Anna," she breathed as she heard her sister’s soft utterance of her name. "You are beautiful," she said as she leaned over and left a trail of gentle kisses down her neck to Anna’s shoulder. She paid special attention to the brown dots that lie there. "You are gorgeous in fact."

Her eyes slowly clouded over with lust as she noticed the bodice hanging limp. Her hands gently run down Anna’s arms to the back of her dress to pull off the bodice completely. Carefully, making sure to keep an eye on her sister’s face to make sure it was okay. If she thought Anna was gorgeous before, she is absolutely indescribable right now. Elsa gasped slightly as she gazed back up to Anna’s face in awe of her sister.

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Even though she felt self-conscious, she couldn't bring herself to shy away from Elsa's touches. It wasn't as if she didn't desire the attention or affection. She just couldn't help feeling that she should be the one directing praise her sister's way. The queen had always been considered a paragon of beauty among the nations, and Anna had never had trouble understanding why.

At the first compliment, her primary instinct was to turn it down and redirect it. She hadn't meant to alter the tide of conversation, if you could use so lofty a word to describe her inane mutterings as she was consumed with lust, and so she desperately wanted to move the focus from solely on herself and back to the task at hand. As soon as she felt the pressure of Elsa's lips at her neck and shoulders and heard what the blonde had to say, she found she could no longer bear the thought of opening her mouth to offer a denial.

She loves me, she said to herself. It was a statement she had held in confident assurance for quite some time now, and yet one that surprised her when she mulled it over. She is perfection and she loves me. Anna smiled down at the blonde, silently stunned that she always seemed to need reminders of the fact. The gentle adoration that was ever-present in the queen's kisses would be the very last piece of evidence she'd ever need.

The fabric lifted away from her body and the ginger watched as Elsa studied her face to ensure that this was still what she wanted. More than anything, was the answer she hoped she was conveying as she moved forward and leaned down to kiss the blonde. As her mind screamed thank you, she pulled back for a fraction of a moment to mutter, "I love you." It didn't begin to encapsulate what was swimming in Anna's mind at that moment, but she meant it nevertheless. Once again feeling the overwhelming urge to be inextricable from her, she also added, more quietly for fear of faltering, "And I need you."

The princess turned her fingers towards figuring out her sister's bodice now, finding out there appeared to be nothing in the back that fastened. Blaming her bumbling on anxiety, she attempted to figure out the front to see if there was something that might need to be untied. She damned the overpaid palace tailors who always took such pride in crafting befuddling garments fit for royalty.

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"I like it when you smile."

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Well, well, well. It looks like this kitten has some teeth. Elsa had to bite back her surprise at the playful comment lobed her way. While she had expected some resistance from Anna, she had not expected that. Her sister had obviously caught on to her game completely and all it did was excite Elsa even more. Game on for sure. By the end of this she plans to have Anna in a puddle.

The chilled queen slowly ran her hand from their place in Anna’s hair down the smaller woman’s back toward her waist. She very gently gripped at Anna’s waist as she pulled her sister even closer. Unfortunately for Anna she has had prior practice with what made the redhead blush the most though she doubted that gave her an advantage over her. Her sister is very akin to a bulldog. Once she wants something she doesn’t stop until she has it. One of the many reasons Elsa’s so excited for this game of theirs.

"What do you like about when I first wake up?" Elsa purred into Anna’s ear as she gently ran her nose down the column of the shorter woman’s neck taking in her intoxicating scent. She definitely plans to do her best to win. 

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The first rule of Elsa's game was to appear as cool under pressure as possible. Seeing as the blonde was the one who instigated, it was safe to assume that she knew that golden creed as intimately as she knew the back of her hand. With her sister's long fingers at her waist, the princess knew exactly what tricks the queen was trying. Had it been under any other circumstances, she realized she'd be as flimsy as parchment right about now, meting at the welcome, affectionate touch. Instead, she feigned disinterest, figuring it was a fine makeshift tactic until she had a better counter-attack in the works.

As she heard Elsa purring right at her ear and felt the delicate nuzzling at her neck, she realized she couldn't handle that for much longer. A blush was already forming, but she figured it could eventually be played off so long as it didn't become too noticeable. Loath as she was to interrupt her sister, it was for the sake of the game. Anna gently grabbed the blonde's chin and redirected her icy eyes back up at her, playing on the slightly reversed height difference that had been presented.

"Well, I love your tousled hair," she stated coolly, "Particularly when I know I've had a hand in messing it up."

She broke eye contact purposefully slowly as she leaned in and kissed the blonde's jaw before continuing, "Not to mention that gleam you get in your eyes. You won't even be conscious for more than a few minutes and your eyes will just light up like you're still in a rapturous dream." The princess punctuated each of the last two words with a long kiss, one next to the blonde's ear and the other on her neck just a few inches below.

The redhead waited for a moment with a blossoming smirk to see if her gambit had had the desired effect.

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Ringing in the New Year

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Elsa very carefully straddled the redhead trying not to break those sinfully hot lips from her neck. The sight of the sheets clenched tight in Anna’s hand definitely wasn’t doing anything to cool the fire inside her. If anything it just made it worse. She wanted this now and she was sure her sister wouldn’t mind rushing this along anymore than she would. Her vision clouded over as images of what she had in store for the redhead ran through her mind. There was no waiting anymore. 

She pulled her sister’s roaming lips back to her’s for a passionate kiss. She quickly deepened the kiss mewling with the need that was clawing at her. Need fueled every movement as she pulled the redhead ever closer. She had no idea where this need to be so close to the fiery woman even came from, but it consumed her very being until she was pressed directly against Anna. 

Elsa began to impatiently tug at the bodice of Anna’s dress trying to peel the thick woolen material off of her. Unfortunately for the impatient monarch she seemed to be having much difficulty. The urge to rip the dress off Anna was growing stronger every second it seemed to refuse to budge but she doubted the redhead would be pleased with that.

"Could you help me out here?" she growled as she gave up a few moments later. She was practically pouting as she stared up at the redhead under her lashes. 

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At first, the delicacy with which Elsa moved around her frustrated her. The planned cares she seemed to be painstakingly taking slowed them both down, if even by a fraction, which was unacceptable to the feisty young woman. On the other hand, she was more than grateful to her sister for not rushing and breaking contact with her. She was able to continue the path she was tracing across the queen's throat, leaving marks and quick kisses with an almost desperate intensity. They had spent thirteen years apart and that brief window of thirteen seconds she had just endured felt just as long.

As her lips were routed back to Elsa's, the princess felt herself being drawn up from her reclining position until she was being held tightly in her sister's embrace. She quickly moved a hand to tangle in mussed, blonde hair and set her other hand on a slow path down the queen's back and side, until it came to rest upon her thigh. Feeling the extent of Elsa's kiss, she did her best not to gasp as she found herself growing light-headed. The feeling of her fingers entwined with Elsa's locks and the sensation of flesh and muscle underneath her garments as Anna's hand once again began to roam were the grounding reminders that this was actually happening, and not some divine fantasy of hers. As a result, she allowed herself to smile into the kiss to show her appreciation. The grin magnified when she felt the queen's impatient fingers struggling with the dress.

The under-the-lashes glance caused the flame within the pit of the ginger's stomach to roar once more, and she silently noted how effective it was. She meant to answer with a confident affirmative, but ended up with a stammering mess of, "Y-y... uh-huh", which was basically muttered in an embarrassed flourish. Having to remove both hands from their task, she pressed herself against Elsa even more to ensure that her sister wouldn't let go. There were a few clasps on the back of the bodice that needed to be wrangled apart before they could proceed. She gingerly removed the fabric from her shoulders, casting a habitually repeated glance at the freckles that dotted them, and then returned her gaze towards her sister. She thought the queen might like to do the honors now.

As her turquoise eyes met ice blue ones, her expression softened considerably, from the slightly critical turn of her eyebrows at her blemishes to a look of breathless anticipation. There was only one word on her mind and only one word would allow itself to fall from her lips.

"Elsa," it was a soft exhale, and she wasn't entirely sure if it was even audible.

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[andigrabbedherglove]

Whoo. Ten followers from my first hundred. I'm quite impressed that I've made it this far, actually.

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"I like it when you smile."

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Elsa’s eyebrow jerked up toward her hairline as she heard Anna’s teasing statement. Looks like her darling baby sister has finally found her tongue. This was about to get even more interesting. She was used to a blubbering and blushing Anna but she could get used to this teasing. If anything Elsa loved a challenge. It was about time Anna started firing some punches back, metaphorically of course.

"Actually, no. I love everything about your hair," she stated very calmly as she leaned in closer to Anna, "Especially in the morning. That bedhead is one of the sexiest things I have ever seen." The queen had to bite back her smirk. She couldn’t help herself. She always was a competitive person. Even the chess matches she had against herself in her room were heated. If Anna wanted to play her game as well she needed to raise the bar some. 

[andigrabbedherglove]

She could tell that she had set Elsa into one of her competitive moods. Usually, the princess just retreated at the occasional barrage of compliments, entirely unaware that her dear sister might have actually wanted her to react with something a little more interesting than a crimson display of adoration at the attention. This would have sent her eyebrows up as a mirror to Elsa's, had she wanted to obviously advertise her catching wise to the name of the game. No, this required a certain approach.

As Elsa moved closer to her, she coyly turned her face away. It was only a slight motion. It could have been played off as a shy force of habit, but she suspected the queen would know better.

Looking with a sideways, playful glance at the blonde, she lightly drawled, "Then you've obviously never seen yourself in the morning. As beautiful as you are without a hair out of place, nothing can beat the look you get when you first wake up."

[cantcontrolmycurse-deactivated2]

"I like it when you smile."

Elsa smiled wolfishly as she realized how flustered Anna had already begun. Her sister always had been known to talk when she was nervous and it was Elsa’s prize for her game. She loved hearing what ever happen to pass through her sister’s mind come tumbling out. 

Elsa gently tugged on the clasped holding the end of the braid til it came off. “I also love when you take your braids out at night and your hair forms the softest waves,” she said as she removed the other clasp on her other braid. Anna always did prefer her two braids while she preferred the one. The blonde began gently dragging her fingers through the strawberry blonde’s braids as to loosen them enough to fall in soft waves around them.

[andigrabbedherglove]

Surrounded by a curtain of her own locks, Anna resisted the urge to furrow her brows. Elsa's fingers lightly traced their way through her hair and she couldn't help but be perplexed by her sister's grin. It wasn't the sort of tender smile that was often offered alongside a compliment, but she couldn't quite place what was so different.

Feeling a little more confident as her sister went on, she offered a smirk to match and replied, "Jeez, Elsa, is there anything about my hair you don't like?" If the blonde insisted on the barrage of praise, she might as well tease her about it, if only to deflect a little attention away from herself.

[andigrabbedherglove]

Ringing in the New Year

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Elsa gently stood with Anna as to not throw them both off balance and crashing to the floor. She doubt it could ruin the mood but she really didn’t want to waste time with that now. She needed her and Anna on that bed now. The deep and breathy groan that pushed it’s way past her self-control as  Anna bit her lip just cemented that idea. She could practically hear her sister’s thought about how to get them to the bed unscathed. Elsa had an idea. She scooped Anna up, encouraging the younger girl to wrapped her legs around her waist. After making sure she wouldn’t drop her sister she deftly walked over to the bed and deposited the redhead in the center of it.

Elsa felt the small blaze of her arousal become a raging inferno at the sight of her sister in the middle of her bed waiting for her to join. She looked up sister up and down fully, appreciating the sight before she finally joined her on the bed. “I hope you can forgive me, but I didn’t want you to risk hurting yourself getting us here,” she whispered huskily. She prided herself on her ability to say such a long sentence when she could barely even think. 

[andigrabbedherglove]

Even if Anna was aware that she was a fairly slight girl, she hadn't expected the apparent ease with which Elsa picked her up. True, the journey only crossed the span of a few feet, but when she first felt her feet leave the ground, she was convinced the two of them were about to fall into an entirely ungraceful tangle of limbs on the wooden floor below. She had wrapped her legs around her sister's waist and encircled the blonde's neck with her arms, not quite holding on for dear life. The princess was inclined to trust the moment.

After only a few criminally short strides, she felt the plush softness of the bed at her back and she was physically separated from Elsa for the first time since the start of their passionate exchange. It was a couple of seconds at most before the blonde joined the princess, but her sea-foam green eyes still hungrily followed every move the queen made. She marveled at her sister's relative grace, knowing full well that she herself was burning up and would probably be stumbling over herself in anticipation had she not already been in the relatively easy position of lying on the bed.

She propped herself up on her elbows to afford herself a better view of the ice queen, lingering on each line and curve with a devilish smile on her lips. She might've even missed Elsa's question, had she not moved her attention to the older woman's face just a moment before.

The husky whisper entered her ears and Anna quickly gripped the sheets in one balled fist beside her as she marveled at the tone. The ginger had to chew on her lip to catch her breath before she could utter anything in response, "N-no... I didn't mind at all." Repositioning herself slightly, she reached up to place her lips along Elsa's neck and collarbones, feeling that she couldn't stay away any longer.

[hermajestythesnowqueen]

"Oh god, is that blood?"

"Wha-no! No, no, it’s…it’s nothing." Elsa quickly turned away from her sister in an effort to hide the wound on her thigh, such a wound that was casting a crimson shadow on the fabric of her gown. She winced at the motion but hoped the younger girl wouldn’t notice. "Just don’t worry about it, I’m fine!…"

[hermajestythesnowqueen]

"…yes, they can…I’m sure it was just…approached the wrong way." Elsa agreed, maintaining her poor cover story to the extent she could. She was starting to become lightheaded; lying was about to become quite a chore. Accepting her sister’s offer to assist her, she swung her arm back and let it drape across the space between Anna’s neck and spine. She limped down to the hall, non-verbally advising they head somewhere on the first floor as opposed to her bedroom, which would mean walking up an entire flight of stairs. 

"Be careful…" Elsa whispered, angling herself so her thigh didn’t brush against her sister in anyway, "I don’t want you to stain your gown. One ruined dress is enough for the day…"

[andigrabbedherglove]

Anna very well realized that there was no way Elsa would make it to her chambers, seeing as she was having enough difficulty walking in a straight line with that wound, let alone attempting any sort of incline. She kept a supportive grip on her sister as the pair moved through the hall, as the princess attempted to make a beeline for the parlor, where the somewhat stiff couch would likely serve as a sufficient place to lay her sister to rest. It wouldn't be the most comfortable option, but she presumed the blonde wouldn't complain.

She waved her hand at Elsa's comment about her dress, "My dress should be the least of your concerns right now. Even if it does end up ruined, it's not like it's the only one I own." The queen was always considerate, a trait that any leader would do well to possess, but the very fact that she could even worry about staining fabric with her own blood at a time like this was somewhere between impressive and troubling.

When the redhead finally reached the ornate door, she shifted slightly as to not jostle Elsa when she grabbed for the handle. She walked as slowly as she thought her sister needed her to go, and moved them both towards the dark, upholstered sofa.