Anna returns and the Door is Ajar...

Anna’s POV

Arendelle Castle – Outside the Sauna

The cool water had done its job...mostly.

Anna sat on the edge of the bath for a long while after slipping out of its icy depths, her damp skin prickling with lingering heat from the sauna. Her heart had slowed from its earlier erratic rhythm, but her mind hadn’t settled in the slightest.

She had come here to clear her head, to shake away the strange warmth curling in her stomach. The kind that had nothing to do with the sauna’s steam and everything to do with the way she had been looking at Elsa.

Or, more accurately…the way she had been noticing Elsa.

That had never happened before, not like this. And she wasn’t sure how to feel about it.

She let out a slow breath, shaking her head as she reached for her towel and started drying the cool water droplets from her breasts and then her hair. "It’s just the heat," she told herself for the hundredth time. "And the wine. And the fact that you just had a really intense conversation about marriage and love and possibilities and..."

She groaned softly, rubbing her hands down her face. "Gods, I need to stop thinking so much."

With renewed determination, she pushed herself up and padded toward the sauna once more. If nothing else, Elsa was probably wondering where she had disappeared to. And she’s probably cooled down by now, too, she reasoned.

She reached the door, hand poised to knock..and then she heard it. A voice. Elsa’s voice.

And she was speaking words Anna knew by heart.

“Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy

Be heap’d like mine, and that thy skill be more

To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath

This neighbor air, and let rich music’s tongue

Unfold the imagined happiness that both

Receive in either by this dear encounter...”

Anna froze.

The sound of Elsa’s voice...so low, hushed, and reverent wrapped around her like a whisper of silk, and something deep in her chest lurched.

She knew those words. She had read them countless times. She had felt them, lived them in her imagination, picturing a love so grand and overwhelming that it could defy time, family, and fate itself.

And Elsa…Elsa was saying them now. Alone. After their last conversation, which got heated and intimate in brand new ways.

Anna’s breath caught in her throat, her heart thudding against her ribs as she wondered why she was reciting those lines.

She stepped closer, as if drawn forward by a **** she didn’t understand. The door was slightly ajar, just enough for steam to curl lazily into the hallway, blurring the light within. The warmth of the room pulsed outward, brushing against her skin like a ghost of heat.

A voice in her head screamed that she should walk away. But she didn’t. Instead, she looked.

Through the sliver of space, beyond the haze of steam, she saw a visibly pleased Elsa, her body no longer wrapped in a towel and bathed in bright torchlight; her damp hair over her head illuminated like a silver & gold alloy, her skin glowing flush with heat as she lay back on the seat with her legs visibly spread.

That was when Anna’s lips parted, the air suddenly thick in her throat.

Her sister was beautiful...but not just in the way Anna had always thought...not in the way she had said a countless times before, in passing, in admiration.

This was something else...because now that she was looking at her, like really looking without the shocking realization of her new powers distracting her from the sight of Elsa's unclothed body earlier that day in the sauna...she couldn't ignore the primal truth that was surging between her legs: her sister's naked body was the most attractive vision of magnificent beauty that her eyes had ever known.

The realization made her gape, her jaw dropping to the floor before one of Elsa's hands started fingering her lower lips. Anna's own hand flew to her mouth to stifle a gasp, her eyes widening as she watched her sister's fingers glide through the slick folds of her pussy. The sight was so intimate, so forbidden, that Anna felt her own body responding in ways she had never experienced before. Her nipples hardened underneath her own towel, her breath quickened, and a warmth spread through her that had nothing to do with the sauna’s heat.

Elsa’s fingers moved with practiced ease, her head tilted back in pleasure, her lips parted in a silent moan. The sight was mesmerizing. Elsa, the regal, composed queen, now lost in a smiling moment of raw, unguarded desire.

Her fingers glistened with her own arousal, sliding through her swollen, pink flesh with slow, deliberate strokes. The steam curled around her like a lover’s embrace, clinging to her sweaty, glistening skin, making her look like a vision from a wondrous dream.

Anna’s breath hitched as she watched with wide eyes and felt her throat dry in thirst. The voice in her head kept telling her that she should look away. She...should...walk away. But her feet refused to move, even after the movement of her hands over her mouth to stop herself from moaning loudly made her towel fall to the floor, leaving her as naked as her sister...her utterly exquisite sister.

Elsa’s fingers circled the bud of her clit before Anna's gaze, her hips lifting slightly as she let out a soft, breathy moan. And the sound sent a fresh jolt of heat straight between Anna’s own thighs.

Her fingers tightened around the doorframe, her knuckles whitening as she fought the urge to push it open further. Anna's legs betrayed her as they refused to follow her orders to walk away, her pulse hammering in her ears as she drank in the sight of her sister’s pleasure.

Elsa’s back arched slightly, her fingers working faster now, her breath coming in short, **** gasps. The steam swirled around her, clinging to her damp skin as her lower folds got wetter and wetter with more than just her sweat. The queen's other hand cupped her breast, squeezing gently as her hips lifted to meet the rhythm of her own touch.

Anna’s mouth went dry. Heat flared under her skin. Not from the sauna, not from the air, but from something deeper, something hotter, something more dangerously complicated than any fire. Her head spun in a fog of unprecedented desire as her pulse roared in her ears. What was happening to her?

And through it all, all she could focus on was Elsa...her sister, her queen, her everything...lost in pleasure, her body glistening with sweat while her fingers glided through slick, swollen flesh with practiced ease.

And then, that treacherous echo resounded in her thoughts... that this was technically no longer taboo for her.

Anna couldn't help but swallow at the reminder, but her attention was drawn to Elsa's sighs of delight, her eyes closed as she continued speaking the soliloquy...but with an alteration that stunned her.

“Come, gentle night, come, loving, black-brow’d night,

Give me my Anna; and when I shall die,

Take her and cut her out in little stars,

And she will make the face of heaven so fine

That all the world will be in love with night

And pay no worship to the garish sun.”

Anna’s knees nearly buckled as she instinctively placed a hand over her mouth.

She knew that passage. Knew what it meant. Knew the longing behind every word.

Except...in the original play, Juliet was referring to Romeo...not...her...own...name...

"Goodness gracious," Anna thought in dawning, shocking realization. "How long...how long has she been thinking about...?"

She watched on, mute, as Elsa fingered herself with quick abandon, her moans growing louder and louder with a smile that reached her eyes...eyes she could now see that were now devoid of fear and guilt; her constant companions over the last few years.

And a moment after that realization, Elsa's eyes rolled as she climaxed, her mouth open in a frozen scream of delight.

Anna had to make an enormous effort to stop herself from panting alongside her sister after such a breathtaking spectacle, but as she bit her hand to stop herself from crying out a moan of her own, her treacherous elbow slammed the door open.

And Elsa's eyes abruptly turned to her currently disrobed, blushing body beyond the half-open door, startled as Anna stopped breathing on the spot.

A/N: Sorry for the long delay, guys. Interest seemed to have waned a bit on this tale early on in the year, and my inspiration eventually drifted towards writing some of my other stories on this site during the year, like my Written Ownership Zombie Apocalypse branch or my Doctor Who Return of the Time Lords story. But I have been feeling like continuing with this story for a while now, so I hope you enjoy the ride I have planned.

Regardless, I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and as always, I am curious to know what you thought of it in the comment section. Any guesses as to what may happen or any preferences on what you want to see happen in the coming chapters? :P

Anyway, thanks for reading, and until next time.