Cold Baths Fun for Elsa and Anna

A/N: To celebrate the Holidays everyone, here is some wintery Anna/Elsa goodness for you to enjoy. Happy reading :D

Anna's POV

The steam clung to their skin like a second layer as they stumbled from the sauna’s blistering heat into the chill of the bath chamber. The air was a shock, raising goosebumps across Anna’s flushed body. She gasped, the cold a delicious, clarifying slap after the heavy, perfumed humidity. “Oh, wow. Okay, that’s brisk,” Anna chattered, her arms wrapping around her exposed self.

Elsa, seemingly less affected, led the way with a grace that made nakedness look like a royal gown...the confidence in her bared body language being immediately appealing to Anna's still hungry gaze. “It’s invigorating,” Her queenly sister said, a slight, breathless smile on her lips.

Her eyes, however, kept drifting back to Anna, tracing the water droplets already beading on her shoulders and chest. “Clears the head,” She said, muttering with a growing smirk.

“My head feels plenty clear,” Anna laughed teasingly, the sound echoing off the marble. “Or it did, until about twenty minutes ago.”

The young goddess turned to look at the cold bath. It was a large, recessed pool of pure, glacial water fed directly from the mountain springs. It shimmered, dark and placid. Elsa soon stepped down the submerged stairs without hesitation, a slight moan escaping her as the water climbed her thighs, her waist. She turned, her blonde hair floating around her like pale seaweed, and held out an enticing hand.

“Come on. It’s not so bad once you’re in.”

Anna took her hand, the familiar touch now electric with new meaning forged in the sexual heat of the sauna. Then she hissed, the water becoming a knife-edge of cold, shocking the breath from her lungs as she descended. “Not so bad?” she squeaked, submerging up to her neck. “Elsa, I think my toes just turned blue.”

“I’d notice,” Elsa said, her voice low. She was close now, the few inches of freezing water between them feeling like no distance at all. The playful glint in her eye was back, mixed with a more intense thirst. “Here. Let me.”

She scooped water in her hands and gently poured it over Anna’s shoulders, rinsing away the salt of sweat. Her fingers followed the path of the water, smoothing over Anna’s skin. The touch was tender, practical, and yet it set Anna’s nerves alight. The contrast was everything: the icy water, the searing heat of Elsa’s fingertips.

“My turn,” Anna murmured, her own hands trembling slightly from more than just the cold.

She returned the favor, washing the traces of their abandon from Elsa’s pale skin. She traced the line of Elsa’s collarbone, the curve of a breast, watching the water run in rivulets. Elsa’s eyes fluttered closed, a soft sigh escaping her as she allowed her sister to wash her naked body with gladness.

This was different from how the physical aspect of their sisterly relationship had started, at least at the moment. Slower. The frantic hunger of the sauna had banked into a deep, smoldering awareness. Every glance, every accidental brush of a knee or hip under the water, felt patient but also deliberately loaded.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” Anna whispered, almost to herself. “All pale and shimmering. Like a one of Michelangelo masterpieces of marble come to life.”

Elsa opened her eyes. “I’ve never felt less like a statue.” She moved closer, their bodies aligning beneath the surface. Anna could feel the soft brush of Elsa’s thighs against her own, the cool press of her stomach. “When you touch me, I feel…molten.”

The word hung between them as Anna’s heart hammered against her ribs. She was unable to stop herself from leaning in, capturing Elsa’s immediately willing lips in a kiss that tasted of cold water and lingering heat. It was slower, deeper than before. An exploratory savoring of her sister's lips. Elsa’s hands came up to cradle Anna’s face, her thumbs stroking her cheeks as she allowd herself to melt in her arms while the waters of the cold baths barely reached their naked waists.

When they eventually broke apart, they were both breathing hard, their foreheads touching. The cold of the water suddenly feeling like a distant thing, irrelevant.

“I want you again,” Elsa breathed, the confession raw against Anna’s lips. “I know we just…but I can’t stop. I have dreamed about loving you like this for so long by now that I don’t think I’ll ever get enough.”

A thrill, sharp and sweet, shot through Anna. Her own desires, which had never fully ebbed, roared back to life. “Then don’t stop,” she said, her heart on her throat. "I want you too."

But Elsa pulled back slightly, a mischievous, almost nervous look in her eyes. She suddenly glanced at the surface of the pool around them with a pondering expression. “Do you trust me?”

“Always,” Anna answered without hesitation.

A slow, secret smile touched Elsa’s mouth. She lifted her hand from the water, and a single, perfect snowflake crystallized in her palm. Anna’s eyes widened. She knew her wish had made Elsa gain more confidence and control over her powers but she still hadn't seen her like this. Not so intentional, and regally confident.

“Elsa, what are you...”

“Shhh,” Elsa shushed before closing her eyes in concentration.

The snowflake melted, but the energy around them shifted. A creeping, whispering cold spread from Elsa’s body into the water. It somehow didn’t feel dangerous. She wasn't sure how she knew that, exactly but she suspected her new godly intincts also had self-preservation reactions when faced with magic and right now, they were not triggering an alarmed response. So Anna watched, observing that Elsa's powers now felt vast and serene and intimately hers.

A crackle, faint and crystalline, filled the air. Anna looked down. Where their bodies met, the water was beginning to solidify. Not into jagged ice, but into a smooth, milky-white plane. It spread outward from them in a silent, rapid rush, knitting the surface of the entire pool into a single, solid sheet.

In moments, they were standing chest-deep in water, trapped from the waist down by a foot-thick cap of perfect ice. The shock of the entrapment impressed her.

“Elsa…” Anna whispered, awe stifling her words.

“I’ve always had to hide it,” Elsa said, her voice trembling with vulnerability and a fierce pride. “To keep it locked away. But with you…I don’t want to hide. I want you to see all of me. Even this.”

“It’s incredible,” Anna breathed. She tried to move her legs, feeling the firm, unyielding press of the ice around her thighs. And yet, while cold, it didn't felt unberably cold. As if Elsa was learning to calculate the right amount of temperature for her ice magic more easily. It was a bizarre, exhilarating sensation. “But…we’re a bit stuck.”

“Not for what I have in mind,” Elsa said, that hungry look returning. She placed her hands on the icy surface. “Help me up.”

Understanding dawned. Anna braced her hands under Elsa’s hips and lifted as Elsa pushed, leveraging herself up onto the frozen platform. She rolled onto her back on the ice, her skin gleaming against the opaque white, her hair fanned out like a pale halo. The sight was breathtaking to her.

“Your turn,” Elsa said, reaching down.

It was clumsy and wet and they were both laughing by the time Anna scrambled up beside her. The ice was shockingly cold against her back and the soles of her feet, a delicious counterpoint to the fire still licking through her veins. The room’s humidity condensed on the frozen surface, making it slick.

Elsa turned onto her side, propping her head on a hand. Her gaze was a physical weight. “I want to taste you again. And I want you to taste me. At the same time.”

Anna’s stomach did a slow, hot flip. The mental image was instantaneous appealing. “Here? On the ice?”

“The contrast,” Elsa murmured, her fingers tracing a slow, icy path down Anna’s sternum. “The heat of us, against the cold of this…I need to feel it.”

There was no refusal from the hot and bothered princess. Only a surge of liquid heat that made the icy bed beneath her seem to sizzle. They shifted, moving with a new, unspoken synchronicity born in the warmth of the sauna. It was an awkward, intimate scramble of limbs and laughter until they lay head to toe, their bodies forming a straight line on the ice.

Anna lifted her head, and there was Elsa, her pale thighs framing her face, the exquisite pink of her sex glistening mere inches away. The scent of her, musky and sweet, cut through the clean, cold smell of the ice. Below her, Anna felt Elsa’s warm breath against her own damp curls of pubic hair.

“Ready?” Elsa’s voice was muffled, thick with want.

“Gods, yes,” Anna gasped, her mouth watering at the up-close sight.

No more words were needed then.

Anna dove in with a shameless hunger that surprised even her. The cold of the ice beneath her cheek combined with the scalding heat of Elsa against her mouth...the dichotomy was maddeningly perfect. She licked into her sister with a deep, grateful groan, reveling in the tremble that ran through Elsa’s thighs. Above her, she felt Elsa’s mouth descend upon her slit with equal fervor, a hot, wet seal that made her back arch off the ice.

The world narrowed to sensation. To the slick, frantic sounds of their mutual feasting on sisterly flesh. To the scratch of Elsa’s nails on her hips. And the burning cold of the ice that seeped into her elbows and knees, grounding her even as her mind threatened to float away at the blissful pleasure of it all. She focused on the textures against her tongue, the way Elsa clenched around her, the little, broken sounds that were becoming a moaning symphony of their own.

She learned Elsa’s rhythms, the way her breathing hitched just before a crest and the way a particular swirl of her tongue upon her lower folds made Anna see stars. She gave as good as she got too, fucking Elsa with her tongue and even adding her finger deep in the mix until her sister’s cries were a muffled, **** things against her own flesh.

It was like a rolling snowball of pleasure, each gasp and moan from one fueling the other with the passionate strength of a mighty avalanch. Anna felt herself get lost in it, drunk on the taste and the feel and the sheer, illicit glory of it. The magical ice wasn’t a barrier this time; it was a foundation, a solid, frozen earth keeping them from falling into the depths.

Elsa came first before too long, a silent, shattering convulsion that vibrated through Anna’s mouth. Her thighs locked around Anna’s head, her whole body bowing on the ice. Anna eagerly rode it out, gentling her tongue until the tremors subsided. But Elsa didn’t stop. If anything, her mouth became more relentless, her tongue a focused, devastating point of pressure.

The climax that tore through Anna next was less a wave and more like the crash of thunder. It ripped a raw, sobbing scream from her throat, her body convulsing so violently at the magnificent climax that she thought for a moment the ice might crack. White light erupted behind her eyes. Distantly, she became aware of Elsa holding her hips down, drinking from her pussy's flow of nectar until the last pulsating shock had faded.

For a long, long time, there was only the sound of their ragged breathing fogging in the cold air. Slowly, bonelessly, they disentangled, sliding sideways to lie facing each other on their frozen bed. The ice was melting slightly beneath them, warmed by the heat of their bodies, creating a shallow, wet impression.

Elsa reached out, brushing a strand of damp hair from Anna’s forehead. Her eyes were soft, sated, and full of a wonder that mirrored Anna’s own. “So,” she whispered, her voice hoarse. “Was this a great to you as it felt to me...that the cold no longer bothers you anyway?”

Anna let out a choked laugh that was half a sob. She leaned forward until their foreheads touched. In the quiet, with the ice solid beneath her and her sister’s scent all over her, she felt a strange, profound clarity settle over her.

This wasn’t just passion. This was devotion. A sacred, terrifying, all-consuming thing.

And in a flash of golden intuition, she understood a fragment of her new divine purpose and sphere of influence. It wasn’t about watching from afar. It was about this. The fragile, fierce bonds that held royalty together when the politics of the world would tear them apart. Of the secret loves that fueled kingdoms. And the heat that could melt even the deepest, most self-imposed frost.

She kissed Elsa, softly this time. And it felt like a seal. A promise.

“No,” Anna murmured against her lips, her heart full to bursting with a love that now felt infinitely more complex. “It doesn’t bother me at all.”