Story: Melting Anna

Author’s Note: This fanfic, based on Disney’s “Frozen”, was requested by a member.  For the purpose of removing doubt as to the ages of the characters, in the original film, Elsa is canonically 21 when she comes of age (and thus for the majority of the film), and Anna is 18.

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“You should probably wait out here,” Anna had said to Kristoff and Olaf at the gates to the frozen palace.  “Last time I introduced her to a guy, she froze everything.”

But as the huge doors of ice closed behind her, and she was left alone in the glittering, beautiful foyer, she was having second thoughts.

Had Elsa truly made this?  With the sorcerous power of ice that she had so surprisingly revealed at the coronation ball?  

Anna’s sister had been a presence throughout her entire life – of a sort – and yet Anna knew so little of the woman Elsa had come to be.  She had never suspected that this power – that this beauty – might lie inside the innocent girl she had once played with.

A voice spoke.

“Anna…”

Elsa looked up to see her sister, poised at the top of the palace’s shimmering icy stairway.  

Her eyes widened.

“Woah, Elsa,” she breathed.  “You look.. Different.”

And she did.  Not just her hair, which was no longer bound around her head, but instead snaked over her shoulder in a long, flowing braid – but her clothes as well.  Her warm Arendelle royal garments of felt and fur were gone, and in its place was something elegant and figure-tight.  Its flowing blue and white fabric hugged every curve of Elsa’s body.  In Arendelle it would have been indecent, but Elsa wore it now as if she didn’t care who saw her.

And that was when, despite the cold, Anna felt the first flush of warmth between her legs.  She hadn’t known her sister looked like this.  She hadn’t *seen* her sister like this since they were children.  And now she was discovering not just how beautiful Elsa was, but how…

She struggled to find a word, but the only one that came to mind was “sexy”.

“It’s a *good* different,” she added hastily.  “And this place – it’s amazing.”

“Thank you,” said Elsa – and she was blushing.  “I never knew what I was capable of.”

A blush was a good sign, Anna thought.  It wasn’t fear, or anger.  It was… something else.

But why was Anna blushing too?

“I’m so sorry about what happened,” Anna said quickly, looking to take advantage of this rapprochement.  “If I had known…”

“No, no, no,” replied Elsa.  “You don’t have to apologise.  Not for that.”

And she smiled.

“I’m just glad you’re here.”

This was good.  This was promising.  Maybe Anna could fix things, and bring her sister home, and…

She crinkled her nose, a sign of cute annoyance.

“What do you mean, not for that?” she asked.

Elsa shook her hands dismissively.  “It doesn’t matter,” she said.  “But your journey here must have been hard.  Tell me…”

Anna frowned.  “No, what did you mean?” she asked.  “What *do* I have to apologise for?”

Elsa shrugged.  “Well, for that ridiculous scene with that prince,” she said.  “Where you wanted to marry him.  But you were clearly just acting out to get my attention.  I can see that now.”

“What?” asked Anna.  “No!  Elsa, I was serious.  Hans is sweet, and handsome, and… and he *likes* me, Elsa.  He wants to spend *time* with me.”

Elsa drew back, hurt.  “Don’t be a child, Anna,” he said.  “He wants you as his *property*.  As soon as you’re married, you’ll be good for nothing but cooking and cleaning and… breeding.  And serving his disgusting… male parts.  He doesn’t want to put a ring on your finger – he wants to put a collar on your neck.”

“How can you say that?” breathed Anna.  She felt tears in the corners of her eyes.  “I’ve been alone so *long*, Elsa.  And now someone actually dares to talk to me, to enjoy my company, and you say it’s not what I really want?  What would you know about what I want?”

She drew in a deep breath, and added, “Maybe I’d *enjoy* a collar.”

Elsa’s eyes flashed with fury – and something else.

“Oh, you’d enjoy a collar, would you?” she hissed.  “Let’s see about that.”

She gestured with one hand – and with a rending, creaking crash of ice, two figures detached themselves from the palace walls.  They were golems – humanoid figures made of hard ice, all sharp edges and spikes, and each of them towered over Anna.

“Elsa, what…” Anna began, trying to back away from the monstrous creatures, but before she could say any more, one had grabbed her.  It seized both of her arms, twisting them behind her back – and then the other hooked its sharp fingers into the bodice of Anna’s outfit, and pulled.

Fabric ripped and tore – and suddenly Anna’s young breasts were bare, exposed to her sister’s gaze, already developing goosebumps in the chilly air.

“And the rest,” commanded Elsa.

Obediently, the golem pulled at the remainder of Anna’s clothes – her skirt, her had, her leggings – and in a few seconds of rending and ripping, Anna was reduced to complete nudity, with nothing to conceal her lithe body, or her perky tits, or the short fuzz of red hair over her virginal cunt.

“Elsa!” Anna squealed.  “Why are you doing this?”  She shivered.  “It’s cold!”

“No, it isn’t, Anna,” said Elsa.  “Think again.”

And Anna suddenly realised it *wasn’t* cold – not any more cold than a spring morning in Arendelle.  

“The ice is mine to command, Anna,” said Elsa.  “I only had to let go, to truly understand the power I had.  You won’t feel any colder than I want you to.”

Anna wiggled in the grip of the two golems.  “I don’t understand,” she whimpered.  “Please…”

“I can do so many things with the ice, Anna,” said Elsa.  “You wanted a collar?”

There was a chill feeling at Anna’s throat – and suddenly a collar of solid ice ringed her neck, firm and rigid.  A moment later, and the collar was connected to Elsa’s hand by a chain of impossibly fine ice ringlets – a leash, as Anna might have used for a pet.

“I don’t want this, Elsa,” Anna protested – but she felt confused.  Elsa was so strange now – and the way she was looking at Anna’s nude body awakened strange feelings in Anna – and feelings between her legs.  She had wanted her sister to see her, to notice her, to *want* her, for so long…

“I am your Queen, Anna,” said Elsa.  “And your place is to serve me.  Not to run off to gag on some nobleman’s cock the second you turn 18.  Do you understand that?”

“Of course I would always be there for you, Elsa,” Anna protested.  “You’re my sister.  Just.. please let me free.”

“I’m your sister,” said Elsa.  “But I’m also your Queen.  And I *own* you, just like I own everything else in Arendelle.  You need to understand that, Anna.  You *belong* to me.”

She smiled.

“And besides, I can make you feel far better than some horny nobleman.”

She gestured at the ground, and an icicle began to grow upwards in front of Anna.  The tip was not sharp, like a spike, but rather rounded and smooth, much like…

… like a penis.  And it was growing towards Anna’s pussy.

“Elsa, what are you doing?” asked Anna, panicked.  She struggled against the golems again, to no avail.

“Oh, Anna,” said Elsa.  “Don’t conceal… just feel.”  

She gestured again, and two bonds of ice suddenly yanked Anna’s legs apart, exposing and spreading her cunt, and immobilising her ankles.  

The icicle continued growing upwards – and slowly but inevitably it speared towards Anna’s cunt, sliding between her cunt lips, and then pushing up into her virginal fuckhole.

Anna moaned – a noise of pure lust.  She had expected the icicle to be painfully cold, but instead it was just pleasantly cool.  And it felt so good as it pushed up inside her.  She hadn’t realised how *wet* she was.

And what had made her wet?  Being restrained?  Being stripped nude?  Or the presence and gaze of her own sister?

“That’s it, Anna,” whispered Elsa.  “Enjoy it.  Be the good girl you were always meant to be.”

The icicle was moving inside her – slowly fucking her.

Why was Elsa doing this to her?  Why was she being *sexual* with her own sister? 

And why did it feel so good?

She jumped, and squealed as she felt another icicle probing at her anus.  This one didn’t seem to want to penetrate her deeply, only to push at her sphincter, but there was still nothing she could do to stop it.  It felt so lewd – it made her blush.

“Doesn’t it feel good, Anna?” asked Elsa.  “Doesn’t it feel natural?”

And as she said this, Elsa’s blue dress was dissolving away, revealing the naked skin of Anna’s sister underneath.  Anna was enraptured by Elsa’s small, beautiful tits, and the pouting lips of her hairless cunt.  She thought she had never seen anything so beautiful in her life.

And then all those thoughts were blown away when Elsa stepped towards her, and kissed her on the lips.

Her sister’s lips weren’t cold at all – they were warm, and passionate.  And Anna could feel the heat of her sister’s chest as Elsa pressed her bare breasts against Anna’s, her stomach against Anna’s belly.  Elsa was eager, and lustful, and she moaned as she kissed Anna, and Anna felt herself moaning in return.

She knew she should close her lips, pull away, resist this incestuous advance – but instead she was kissing Elsa back just as fiercely as Elsa was kissing her.  

And her cunt just kept getting wetter and warmer.

“This is wrong,” she gasped, as the kiss ended.

“Is it?” asked Elsa.  “Royals marry family members all the time.  Our grandfather married his cousin, once removed.  Our great grandfather married his own sister.  And it’s not like we can have children together.”

A speculative look filled her eye.  “I’ll be very jealous when it comes time to have you impregnated, but Arendelle *will* need an heir.  But whatever man I choose for you, we can share him, and you’ll look so pretty with a baby in your belly, Anna, and your breasts all swollen with milk.  Maybe that reindeer man I saw you climbing the mountain with will do – he looked virile enough.”

“Marriage?  Baby?” cried Anna in alarm.  “Elsa, have you gone mad?”

“No, Anna,” said Elsa, caressing her sister’s cheek with one hand.  “I can see clearly now.  This is the reason I had a sister – so that I would have a lover, and a pet, to keep me company on the throne.”  

 She laughed.  “You’ll never wear normal clothes again, of course.  I’ll cover you with my frost and it will look like a dress, but you’ll be secretly nude at all times.  How you’re dressed and how much skin is on display will be entirely at my whim at all times.  And iIf you think that icicle feels good in your pussy now, just think how it will feel to be fucked by it in public, as you speak to the royal court, with only a semi-transparent layer of frost to conceal what’s happening in your cunt from the assembled nobles.”

Anna opened her mouth to protest, but Elsa kissed her again, silencing her.

“Think how scandalised the nobles will be to see me lead you on a leash in public!” said Elsa.  “To watch me kiss you and squeeze your pretty little tits as everyone watches.  To hear you call me ‘mistress’.”

She furrowed her brow, and then added.  “But you haven’t done that yet.”  She reached out and pinched one of Anna’s nipples, making Anna squeak.  “Say ‘yes, mistress’,” she instructed.

“Yes, mistress!” squealed Anna, eager for Elsa to release her nipple.

“Good girl,” said Elsa – and then giggled.  “Oh, Anna, we’re going to have so much *fun*!”

“Elsa,” Anna begged.  “I don’t want this.”

Elsa pouted.  “That would be a hurtful thing to say, Anna – if it were true,” she said.  “But I know it’s not, and I’ll prove it.”  

 She gestured at the icicle.  “All you have to do is go an hour on that icicle, and I’ll let you go home to Arendelle with your reindeer man, to marry that disgusting prince.”  She smiled.  “But I won’t let you cum on it.  It will only give you frustration.”

“But,” she continued, “if you say, ‘Please, mistress, I want you to own me, I want to be your property,’ then I’ll allow you to cum, and then we can talk about our future together.”

Anna moaned.  The icicle felt so good in her pussy – and she *did* want to cum.

“Don’t pretend that you haven’t wanted this your whole life, Anna,” said Elsa.  “Don’t do that to yourself.  Don’t do that to *me*.”

That was ridiculous.  Anna had wanted no such thing.  Only… why did it feel so good to hear Elsa say those things?  The thought of being publicly leashed by her sister – of the whole court seeing her as her sister’s sex-pet – should have horrified her, but instead it just made her pussy throb, and buck against the icicle that was violating her.

“I’ll teach you to crawl, of course,” said Elsa.  “I think you’ll look very pretty on all fours.  We might even let some of the court see you do it naked.  You look so pretty when you’re blushing…”

Anna was never going to last an hour.  She knew it.  And, more than that, she knew that she didn’t *want* to succeed.  Not deep down.

Elsa was right.

“Please, mistress,” she gasped.  “I want you to own me.  I want to be your property.”

Elsa gasped with delight, her face lighting up with genuine love and affection.

“You are,” she whispered.  “You *are* my property, my beautiful, beloved sister.”

And then she dropped to her knees in front of Anna – and began to lick Anna’s pussy.

At the first touch of Elsa’s tongue on her clitoris, Anna went wild, losing all control, straining against the golems, bucking against the icicle, against her sister.

And when Elsa began to *suck* on her clitoris, that was it for Anna.  She gave a wild, primal cry, and orgasmed – and squirted all over her sister’s face as she did so.

To her relief, Elsa wasn’t disgusted.  She just laughed, and wiped away the moisture.

“Didn’t that feel good, pet?” she asked.

“Yes, mistress,” whimpered Anna.  “Thank you, mistress.”  it was the first orgasm she had received from anything other than her own hand – and it had been a million times more powerful and pleasurable than any masturbation.

“And now it’s your turn, pet,” whispered Elsa.  She stood, and spread her legs, and motioned to the golems.  They released Anna, and Anna immediately dropped to her knees in front of her sister.

“Be a good pet,” urged Elsa.  “Lick.”

Anna’s eyes fixed on her sister’s beautiful cunt.  She leaned forward, and extended her tongue, and obeyed.

Elsa made a deep, happy sigh as she felt her sister begin to serve her fuckhole.  “That’s right,” she breathed.  “This is what you were born for.  You don’t have to think about anything else anymore, other than serving my pussy like a good little pet.”

And as Anna continued to lick Elsa’s cool, inviting pussy, Elsa made one final command.

“Golems, why don’t you let the reindeer man and Olaf in to watch?” she said.  “See that they don’t interfere, but I think they deserve to see Anna finding her true place in the world…”

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