Back to the Fjord

We descended the steps of the Ice Palace. Elsa leaned heavily on me, her legs still trembling from the aftershocks of her release. She clutched the lapels of my black coat tight, the only thing separating her naked skin from the mountain air. But she wasn't cold. She was radiating a feverish heat, her cheeks flushed, her eyes glassy with devotion.

Kristoff was waiting at the bottom with his reindeer, Sven. The sleigh was gone, destroyed in the earlier chase, but the reindeer was ready. "We can't walk back," Kristoff grumbled, patting Sven’s snout. "And Sven can't carry four people. Especially not..." He glanced at Elsa, then quickly looked away, his ears turning red.

"We don't need to walk," I said. "We travel in style."

I squeezed Elsa’s waist. "Queen. We need a ride."

Elsa smiled, a sleepy, sensual curl of her lips. She stepped away from me for a moment, raising her hands. "For you, Master," she whispered.

She swirled her hands through the air. Unlike her earlier magic, which had been sharp, jagged, and defensive, this magic was fluid. It flowed like water before freezing into smooth, elegant curves. From the snow, a massive sleigh rose. It wasn't made of wood; it was sculpted from crystal-clear ice, lined with soft, packed snow that looked like velvet cushions. The runners were thick and sturdy. It glided over the snow, hitched itself magically to Sven’s harness.

"Show off," Kristoff muttered, though he looked impressed. He climbed into the driver's seat, taking the reins.

I climbed into the back, settling onto the wide, curved bench of ice. It was cold, but my aura warmed it instantly, turning it into a heated seat. Elsa didn't sit next to me. She climbed in and immediately crawled onto my lap, curling up like a cat. She tucked her bare legs under the coat, resting her head on my chest, closing her eyes. She had no interest in the world passing by; her world was entirely focused on the heat radiating from my chest.

Anna stood by the side of the sleigh, hesitating. She looked at the empty space beside me, then at the cramped driver's bench with Kristoff. She looked at Elsa, who was practically purring in my arms. Anna made her choice. She climbed into the back. She sat next to me, close enough that her thigh pressed against my leg.

"Mush!" Kristoff called out. Sven snorted and took off. The sleigh glided effortlessly down the mountain path, picking up speed as we headed back toward the kingdom.

The ride was quiet for a while, save for the wind rushing past and the rhythmic thump-thump of hooves. But the silence in the back was charged. Anna kept stealing glances at us. She watched my hand idly stroking Elsa’s hair. She watched the way Elsa’s hand rested flat on my chest, right over my heart, claiming it. She saw the bruises on Elsa’s neck, the marks of my ownership.

"So..." Anna started, her voice barely audible over the wind. "You called him 'Master'."

Elsa opened one eye, looking lazily at her sister. "I did."

"Why?" Anna asked, fidgeting with her gloves. "I mean... you're the Queen. You don't have a master."

Elsa shifted, rubbing her cheek against my coat. "I was the Queen of Ice, Anna. I was cold. I was empty." She looked up at me, her eyes filled with that terrifying, beautiful adoration. "He filled me. He melted the walls. He owns the heat. And now... he owns the ice."

Anna blushed, looking down at her lap. She didn't understand the full mechanics of sex yet, she was still innocent, but she understood the feeling. She remembered the cocoon. She remembered how safe and overwhelmed she had felt straddling me. She looked at my hand resting on Elsa’s butt. Slowly, tentatively, Anna shifted closer. She leaned her shoulder against my arm.

"I felt it too," Anna whispered, almost to herself. "In the snow. It was... nice."

I turned my head, looking at the redhead. "It was more than nice, Anna. It was necessary."

I reached out with my free hand, the one not holding the Queen, and draped my arm around Anna’s waist, pulling her in. She stiffened for a second, then melted. She leaned into me, seeking the same warmth her sister was hoarding. "You're both cold," I said, pulling them both closer. "Arendelle is a kingdom of ice. It needs a King of Fire to balance it."

Up front, Kristoff hunched his shoulders, staring straight ahead at the reindeer's ass. He heard the rustle of fabric. He heard the soft sighs. He knew exactly what was happening behind him. The women of Arendelle were gravitating toward the source of power, and he was just the driver.

We crested the final hill. Below us lay the fjord. It was frozen solid. The ships were trapped in the harbor, tilted at odd angles in the ice. The castle sat on the edge of the water, dusted in white, looking like a tomb. But something was wrong. Dark shapes were moving on the ice. Shadows. And a massive, swirling vortex of darkness was gathering over the castle spires.

"Hans," Anna gasped, sitting up straight. "He's down there. With the Duke."

"Not just them," I said, my eyes narrowing as I sensed the darkness. "The Heartless have smelled the despair. They're gathering for a feast."

I squeezed Elsa’s thigh. "Wake up, Queen. Nap time is over."

Elsa sat up, the coat slipping slightly to reveal her bare shoulder. Her eyes sharpened. The lazy slut was gone; the dangerous sorceress was back, but this time, she was focused. "What do you need me to do, Master?"

"We're going to crash the party," I said. "Kristoff! Don't slow down. Drive us straight onto the fjord!"

"Are you crazy?" Kristoff shouted back. "The ice is slippery!"

"Do it!"

I summoned The Solar Zenith. The blade ignited, casting a golden glow over the sleigh. "Anna, hold on tight. Elsa... get ready to make an entrance."