ELSA'S IN HEAT: WEIRDLY PLEASANT EDITION

	Anna raised her fist to the door.

	She pulled it back to knock.

	She let her arm twitch forward an inch and the world rang with the silence of indecision.

	Anna brought her fist back again to reattempt the knock.

	It twitched again.

	The hallway remained silent. It remained silent and cold and dark.

	Anna tried to still the shivering of the hand she had grasping the small oil-lamp. It had led her way through the many halls of the castle; relied upon even after all the years she'd lived there, given the infrequency at which she'd used to visit this particular corner of her home.

	Nowadays, though, she'd worried it was looking to become common fare.

	Anna sucked in a final breath; determined. She had to do this. She pulled back her arm and refused to let herself falter.

	Her balled up hand struck the door, knocking a somber pattern that would have been shamed by the acoustic little ditty she had once concocted in her younger years.

	Knock. Knock. Knock.

	What a painfully sad sound to echo through the night's dark medium.

	Anna kept her fist against the door at the last knock, drawing in an apprehensive breath as she slumped against its surface.

	At least some cheer might have found her at the thought that the room's occupant would respond on her first knock, for whatever reason that may have been given the circumstance.

	And yet, for better or worse, nothing.

	Anna let out a deep sigh, drawing herself back from that so-fearsome egress.

	“Elsa,” she tried keeping her voice so as to not wake the whole castle, “come on, I know you're in there.”

	No response.

	“Elsa, I...please... We can't just ignore this. Not again. It's already getting bad out there.”

	Nothing still. Anna took her hand from the door, wondering what was to be done then.

	Then, the creak of a floorboard. The smell of frost coated flowers.

	With the soft click of a lock, and the harder thunk of a latch, the door creaked inwards by a sliver. The creaks retreated.

	Anna took a deep breath, summoning all her memories of who her sister was and the people they used to be to one another. Anna let the memory paint a tentative smile on her face as she began to let the breath back out, putting a hand to the door and pushing inwards.

	Elsa stood in her shimmering blue dress of ice, far back from the entrance but still a fearful distance from the bed. Her arms clung protectively around her midriff with a nervous expression to match, as an actively worried lower lip underscored wide eyes. Eyes whose gaze immediately shot downwards as Anna entered the room.

	Anna slipped into the room, taking care to shut the door behind her and engaging the lock before turning around and laying her lantern on a nearby desk, its light adding to the candlelit glow of the chamber.

	“Hey,” she uttered softly, the upward pull of her lips unfaltering as she strode towards the nervous woman in front of her.

	She let Elsa's guilty gaze give a quick sweep up and back down her body, the meaning behind it old and the action itself older. Some things couldn't be helped, and she could hardly begrudge her sister that.

	Could she?

	“So...I suppose that it's...?” Elsa didn't have to finish the question.

	“Yeah,” Anna sighed. “It's been getting colder. I thought we could leave it longer but I saw some snow just now.”

	Elsa's arms wrapped tighter around her stomach, her face scrunched up as though in pain while Anna approached.

	“Anna, I... I-”

	“Ssshhh, hey,” Anna whispered as she drew close to her sister, “don't worry. We knew it would come back.”

	Elsa drew in a shaky breath before nodding. “I'm so sorry,” she whispered, finally completing what was less a statement than a plea for forgiveness.

	Anna stopped just before the blond, the two of them staring at different parts of the wall in Elsa's room. As usual, it was Anna who gathered her courage first.

	“So uh, I guess we'll just do this like normal?”

	Elsa's face scrunched up, but she nodded again regardless. Once again she was rooted in place.

	Anna brushed her arm up Elsa's back, letting it rest comfortingly atop her sister's right shoulder. “Elsa,” she whispered, “it's alright. Deep breaths, right?”

	One last nod.

	“Okay Anna...” Elsa let herself be directed by the shoulder to the comfort of her mattresses. Anna released her quickly to slip around to the other side. As usual, she was the first to wind up on the bed, sending an encouraging smile Elsa's way that prompted the older girl to tentatively lay herself down beside Anna, straight as a board. After a brief pause, and a thick swallow, Elsa slowly drew her feet up and to the side, her legs spreading beneath her dress and her chest heaving.

	Anna could never tell what Elsa's quick panting meant, between lust or fear. Experience had taught her to assume the worst.

	“Hey,” she again intoned as gently as she could, her right hand sliding over Elsa's cloaked belly in comforting circular patterns, “it's alright. I'm here for you, okay Elsa?”

	Elsa's breath shuddered as she drew it in, stomach twitching against Anna's hand. “Yeah,” she breathed, “yeah, okay.”

	“Alright,” Anna smiled, sliding her other arm slowly under Elsa's shoulders, cradling her. “You're alright, just close your eyes, think of somewhere happy, okay?”

	Elsa complied, drooping her lids and letting the slow circular pattern Anna rubbed on her stomach steady her heart as much as they could.

	Anna let her hand continue tracing its circles for some time, listening to Elsa's breathing stabilize. Finally, her hand began to wander lower, ghosting over shivering muscles and then the hard ridge of Elsa's pubic bone and then-

	Elsa gasped, her hips thrusting upwards into Anna's fingers before she remembered where she was and tensed up in shame.

	“Oh god Anna,” she half sobbed, “god why...”

	Anna's left arm, the one beneath Elsa's shoulders, clutched protectively, drawing the queen into her warm embrace. “Don't worry Elsa, there's nothing to be ashamed of. I'm here for you, okay?”

	Elsa snuggled against her, clenching her jaw against all the feelings within her except the incredible warmth of her sweet Anna beside her, with her beautiful, delicate hands roaming further and further down Elsa's body.

	“Just relax; let me take care of it.” Anna hoped Elsa didn't notice as her eyes scrunched shut and her hesitant fingers continued downwards, feeling the prominent contours of Elsa's swollen sex through her thin dress.

	Elsa's gasp tore out of her in pieces. She felt like she was breathing in syllables.

	Anna's hands, not in the mood for foreplay, quickly moved slightly further up where they found the small protrusion of sensitive flesh that had made her job so much easier. Anna steeled herself, then began circling Elsa's nub with a finger.

	The queen's reaction was immediate. Another gasp that quickly became a poorly restrained moan. Her hands, previously clutched to her stomach, slamming down beside her to grip her own duvet. Her hips had already surrendered, jerking forward from the bed to meet Anna's touch.

	Gods why did it have to feel so good? Elsa's own touch had never felt like this. The few women they had discretely brought in to attempt to satisfy her appetites had never been able to do this to her. What did Anna posses that could make Elsa buck and tense and groan and soar with pleasure the way she did?

	“Anna!” Elsa managed to gasp as she fell into the slow rhythm of pleasure the redhead had incited.

	But each outburst brought with it its own shock of guilt, it's own whisper of anguish. “Please forgive me Anna...”

	“Ssshhh,” Anna advised, eyes squinting shut harder in hopes of sending herself away from the feeling of her sibling beginning to writhe beneath her fingers.

	Elsa bit her lip as she lost control of her body, trying to contain the sounds of her ecstasy, but it was a lost cause. Her pants turned into short gasps for air as her hips bucked her sensitive core into her sister's dextrous fingers. Her beautiful sister. Elsa couldn't help the tear that rolled down her cheek.

	That such beauty could be meant for her.

	But wasn't.

	“You're doing fine Elsa,” Anna whispered against her hair. “Almost there, right?”

	Elsa could only choke back a sob of agreement, her body betraying her more and more as Anna sent electric jolts of pleasure down between her legs.

	Anna began to slide her finger up and down instead, trailing a path over the soaked patch of Elsa's gown she knew the sorceress particularly enjoyed. It hadn't taken her long to figure out what did and did not expedite the process, and she relished the promise of Elsa's groans and renewed writhing as her fingers slipped over the indent where the queen's opening would be.

	Elsa clenched her jaw, trying to contain her panting as her desperation reached a new peak. She felt Anna speed up, sensed her younger sibling could tell the end was approaching. She didn't want Anna to know how good she felt. She didn't want Anna to see the desire that flushed through her features.

	Because it was so good and Anna was so beautiful and she was so close and-

	All the disgust and self pity Elsa felt evaporated. She thrust her hips up from the bed, her needy lordosis pressing her all the more firmly against Anna's incredible ministrations. She needed more, and she didn't care how desperate she seemed for it.

	“Oh god Anna,” she mewled, “oh god please...please-oh god I'm sorry, please don't stop...”

	Pathetic. Not that that stopped her begging.

	“I've got you,” Anna promised, inwardly gritting her teeth at the pain in her wrist. “Just a bit more, okay?”

	“O-ok-kay.” It was all she could manage. She was hurtling towards the end, a collision course she could never see herself surviving.

	And suddenly the arm behind her shoulders reached over and grasped her breast, and her already strained back somehow leaned further into it, and then again at the finger that pressed hungrily at the cloth over her entrance.

	This was new.

	Then Anna's thumb came crashing back down on her clit and Elsa's limbs went rigid as she was thrown over the edge.

	Anna watched as Elsa succumbed to the pleasure, knowing better than to release the pressure on Elsa's center as she felt her sister-

	sister

	-struggle and cry out beside her as she finished.

	“I-I love you!” Elsa moaned into Anna's neck, “Ah! Anna!!”

	She lay there as Elsa peaked, forcing her thoughts into a flat-line. Forcing herself to forgive Elsa, to shut out the wild spasms of that once so regal body, the sensation of her core throbbing against Anna's probing finger.

	Forcing herself to feel nothing but cold as her queen shuddered in ecstasy beside her.

	This wasn't Elsa, she reminded herself, as she let the blond enjoy the ultimate pleasure her hands provided.

	Elsa was still there, still her beautiful, loveable sister. All she needed was to be taken care of sometimes.

	Elsa let out another moan, another jerk within her nirvana as her toes curled against the blanket.

	Just a bit of help every so often. Everyone needs help sometimes, right?

	Elsa came down slowly, sucking in lungfuls of air. Her completions had never been loud ones, for which Anna was thankful. It was enough having to tend to her sister in such a manner without the possible suspicious stares of the night patrol weighing down on her as well.

	As Elsa's breath began to steady, Anna gripped her tighter. She knew from experience that the blond wouldn't open her eyes. She would see the force behind Anna's apparently happy look and wallow in even more shame.

	Anna beamed nonetheless, the activity finished, while holding Elsa's still-twitching form against her.

	“You alright?” Anna checked.

	“Yeah,” Elsa whispered back against Anna's collarbone. “Th...thank you.”

	“That was alright then?”

	A nod.

	“I...I liked the extra touching. It felt...good. Better than usual...”

	Anna rubbed a thumb along Elsa's shoulder. “I thought you might,” she murmured. “I figured it-uh...” she caught herself at the last second, just before she brought it to words.

	“It's okay,” Elsa said quietly, “I know it's to...make it happen less often. I...I liked it. I'm pretty sure it'll work.”

	Anna gave her sister a comforting squeeze, not knowing what else to say and finally deciding on, “okay.” At that, Anna shuffled herself away from Elsa's hopeful grip, scooting across her side of the bed and standing up. She crossed to where Elsa's window would have sent the glow of the moon in to the room, facing drawn curtains instead.

	Just like her own.

	Peeking through, Anna looked out at the world. Everything seemed in order, not that she could really tell through the darkness. She opened one of the panes, letting the summer breeze caress her face.

	Warm.

	Finally.

	Shutting the window and blinds, Anna turned back to her sibling. Elsa was already hidden under the covers, hands clutching her blanket protectively against her chest while she eyed Anna.

	Anna slipped back onto the bed, over the duvet, to hold Elsa against her one more time.

	Elsa couldn't contain the shudder of pleasure she felt when Anna renewed her presence, try as she might. She halted the stream of self pity in her mind long enough to nuzzle her head back against Anna's comforting shoulder.

	“So, um...” Anna looked desperately for the words she needed.

	“So you don't think you'll, y'know...need to go again tonight, or anything like that this time?”

	After some time in thought, Anna felt Elsa shake her head against her arm.

	“Y'sure?”

	Another nod.

	Anna ran a hand down Elsa's hair, a comforting gesture she regretted as soon as she felt the pleasurable shiver Elsa derived from it. She swallowed her discomfort, though. As she always did.

	“Okay,” Anna said gently.

	Elsa tried not to whimper as Anna carefully extracted herself from the embrace and made for the door.

	“Goodnight Elsa.”

	Anna didn't wait for a response.

	When she was gone and the world was again quiet and all that was left to the queen was the sinful memory of her sister's satisfying company, Elsa reached up beside her and grabbed one of the many pillows on her bed. One of the bigger, softer ones.

	She brought it down against her torso and hugged her arms against it and enjoyed the sensation of burying her face into it's softness

	And eventually, finally, she drifted off to sleep.