Afterglow

Elsa lay in the puddle of warm water, her chest rising and falling in a slow, contented rhythm. The frantic energy of the storm was gone, replaced by a deep, boneless lethargy. She brought her knees up, wincing slightly at the soreness between her thighs, but smiling at the sensation. "It's quiet," she whispered, looking out the balcony doors.

I followed her gaze. The blinding whiteout blizzard outside had ceased. The snow was still there, vast and deep, but the sky was clearing. A soft, golden light was breaking through the clouds, illuminating the jagged peaks. "The source has been calmed," I said, running a hand through her wet, matted hair.

I pulled out of her. Schlorp. Elsa gasped, her hips bucking involuntarily at the loss of fullness. A thick slurry of my seed and her own juices leaked out of her stretched entrance, mixing with the water she lay in. She reached down, touching herself, marveling at the mess. "I'm... open," she murmured, her voice filled with wonder. "I'm not closed anymore."

"No," I said, standing up and adjusting my trousers. "You are permanently open. To me."

She looked up at me, her blue eyes shining with devotion. She crawled across the wet floor to my boots, pressing her face against my leg like a cat. "Thank you," she breathed. "Thank you for fixing me."

I reached down and hauled her to her feet. She wobbled, her legs jelly, clutching my arm for support. She was stark naked, coated in the fluids of our union, shivering slightly as the air hit her wet skin. She looked around for her dress, but it was gone, melted into nothingness.

"I can't go down like this," she said, though she didn't sound too concerned. "Anna is there."

I unclipped my heavy black coat, the same one I had used to warm Anna in the snow. I draped it over Elsa’s shoulders. It was way too big for her. It swallowed her slender frame, the hem hitting her mid-thighs. She pulled the lapels tight, burying her nose in the collar. "It smells like fire," she hummed, inhaling deeply. "And... like Anna?"

"She also depended on my warmth," I explained to her.

Elsa’s eyes darkened slightly, a flicker of possessiveness, or perhaps intrigue. She licked her lips. "Let's go show them the new Queen."

We walked out of the bedroom and onto the landing of the Grand Hall. The change in the atmosphere was palpable. The air wasn't biting anymore; it was crisp. The amber light of the castle walls cast a warm glow over the ice.

Down below, Anna and Kristoff were waiting. Kristoff was leaning against a pillar, sharpening his axe nervously. Anna was pacing, biting her nails. They stopped when they heard our footsteps. They looked up.

The sight must have been shocking. The terrifying Snow Queen was gone. In her place was a disheveled woman wearing nothing but a man’s oversized coat. Her hair was a messy, wet improvised braid over one shoulder. Her legs were bare, pale, and trembling. Her lips were swollen and bruised red. She looked thoroughly, undeniably used.

"Elsa?" Anna breathed, stepping forward.

Elsa didn't back away. She didn't raise her hands to ward her sister off. She smiled, a genuine, tired, happy smile. "Hello, Anna."

Anna ran. She bolted up the stairs, ignoring Kristoff’s warning shout. She collided with Elsa on the landing. Elsa didn't freeze. She opened her arms, the coat flaring open briefly to reveal a flash of pale, marked skin, and caught her sister. They hugged. For the first time in years, Elsa held her sister close. She didn't wear gloves. Her hands pressed into Anna’s back. "You're warm," Anna whispered into Elsa’s neck, tears springing to her eyes. "You're actually warm."

"He fixed me," Elsa whispered back, looking over Anna’s shoulder to lock eyes with me. "He melted the ice."

Anna pulled back, wiping her eyes. She looked at Elsa’s face, then down at the coat, then at her bare legs. She saw the redness on Elsa’s neck. She smelled the heavy, musky scent of sex that clung to her sister like perfume. Anna wasn't a child. She knew what that smell was. She remembered the heat she had felt in the cocoon. Her eyes went wide. She looked from Elsa to me. "Did you...?" she started, her voice dropping to a scandalized whisper. "Is that how you fix magic?"

"It's how I fix almost everything," I smirked, walking down the stairs past them.

Kristoff watched me approach. He looked at Elsa, then at me. He sniffed the air. He grimaced, gripping his axe, his face a mask of defeated jealousy. He knew he couldn't compete with a man who could turn a winter goddess into a trembling mess. "So," Kristoff grunted. "Winter's over?"

"The storm has broken," I said. "But the world is still frozen. We have work to do."

I turned back to the sisters. Elsa was leaning against the railing, looking weak but happy. Anna was staring at me, her cheeks flushed pink. She looked at her sister’s satisfied, glowing expression, and then she looked at me with a new kind of hunger. She had tasted the heat earlier. Now she saw what the full fire could do.

"We're heading back to Arendelle," I commanded. "Elsa, can you walk?"

Elsa giggled, a sound that shocked Kristoff. "I think... I might need to be carried, Master. My legs... they don't seem to want to work."

Anna’s jaw dropped. "Master?"

I smirked. "You'll get used to the title, Princess."