#icesolate

[zerratwritesstuff]

I'm sobbing because I'd been following your works for a while now, and seeing that you'rewriting for the Frozen and RWBY fandom now is just too perfect. I'm so excited to read all of your fics for femslash February!

Yo! XDI'm very glad you like the array of fandoms so far! They've been a pretty awesome way to kick off Femslash Feb, though I do have my entry in the FangRai exchange to balance as well, so that might slow me down next week a little. I'll likely tackle some longer RWBY soon, as most of my current ideas lean more long oneshot or even long mission fic, so I might not get any more of this fandom out by the end of the month (everyone is welcome to prompt me, tho, and see if it sparks an idea).With Frozen, you can totally expect a lot more of Shards this month, it's the one fic I seem to be able to pick up absolutely anywhere and just run with it. Hopefully more will get uploaded to tonight, though I killed myself pretty hard with last night's RWBY post. Other fandoms I'm looking at this month is Fate/Zero and Madoka Magica, so hopefully there will be those to look at too!

[bornofcoldwinterair]

icesolate replied to your post:

// Hope you feel better!

// Aww thank you! And I am feeling much better, especially now that I've seen this. :)

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icesolate replied to your post:i want the k

[HEAVY BREATHING]

//-hands over a paper bag- :3

[thesummertoherwinter-blog]

i want the k

17. Neck Kiss

Elsa had been dressing in her room, testing out new dresses that she magically would form against her shapely figure. All sorts of intricate designs, in which Elsa would look over in a mirror, shake her head and try something else. 

Anna would watch from the door, sighing in awe at every single design she'd create, then frown whenever Elsa decided it wasn't good enough. To Anna, everything that Elsa made was beautiful, but it seemed her older sister thought other wise. 

After her seventh design and fail, Anna slowly walked into the room, clearing her throat to let Elsa know she was there. Elsa turned with a tender gasp, then lowered her head in relief to see it was her loving sister and turned back to the mirror to stare at what she thought was, again, another dress bust. It was tight, completely made out of large snowflakes that swirled over both her breasts, but revealed her cleavage and abdomen, and a large open back. It pooled out behind her in a long train. She sighed and looked it over, "Anna, is this...too revealing? Should I try another design? I don't know, I think that our citizens might think it's too much."

Anna was practically drooling over the dress. It was so incredibly beautiful, and clung to her sister's curves just right. She bit her lip and then laughed softly while she stepped up behind her sister to look at the dress in the mirror with her. "You know I'm the wrong person to ask, because I find all your designs breathtaking." Her hands slid on to her waist and snuck her chin onto Elsa's shoulder.

Elsa bowed her head with a soft laugh, and gave a bashful smile. She still wasn't use to touch, and tended to squirm just a bit when she felt Anna so close to her, but she never wanted the touches to stop. She gave a soft huff while she felt Anna's fingers glide up and down her ribs. "Yes, but--yes I know you like my designs, but what about our citiz--"

She was interrupted by soft lips on her neck. Anna danced along the line of her neck with tender kisses. Elsa shuddered out a breath, her eyes darkening while she watched Anna's hand trace up the open area on her abdomen between her breasts. Elsa licked her lips and leaned back. Anna lifted up her eyes to the mirror. "Elsa, you could wear two snowflakes on your breasts and a big one on your tush and the citizens would still love you. You're beautiful to them. You're beautiful to me."

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"I object!"

A forced wedding. It was, once again, a man that Anna had met only a few weeks ago, but Elsa had, once again, shut her out. This time it hadn't been about magic. It had been about how the two had felt about each other. But Elsa was afraid of it. She feared what the kingdom would say. She was afraid what their friends would say. So, in response, Elsa kept away from her. Their love was 'unholy'.

Anna met him at a ball. He seemed easy, nice. Simple. It was good enough. She'd settle for him. Viktor, her soon to be husband, was more than excited. He told Anna he'd never think he would marry a princess, that he'd always be a baker. Anna never thought she'd be marrying a baker.

She held his hands, and only nodded to her "I do". Elsa wasn't even at the wedding. A tear built up in her eye as the priest began to proclaim them officially as husband and wife. True love, he said. Hah....what was true love anymore?

The kind that slammed the doors open with her powerful magic and cried out "I OBJECT!" at the entrance at the chapel, that's what. Anna turned and gasped to see her sister, a soft, sad smile growing into something more dazzling. 

"I knew you'd come." Anna released Viktor's hands, and, in her wedding gown, started to briskly walk toward Elsa with that dazzling smile.

[varmthjerte]

"Your neck’s really sensitive…"

"Your neck’s really sensitive…"

"A-Ahh…" Anna’s already flushed cheeks darkened with embarrassment at Elsa’s sudden words. Tilting her head out of reach, she shot a playful glare down at the queen from where she sat in her lap. "I-I can’t help it," she said breathlessly, sticking out her tongue. "Especially when your breath is so cool against my skin like that.”