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Arendelle's Castle: The Royal Sauna

For a moment after the towels flew off in a rush, silence reigned. Well, mostly silence—except for Elsa’s sharp, embarrassed intake of breath and the way the offending her towel hit the wall with a damp, defeated thud.

Anna blinked, her brain frozen in the same stunned stammer as her jaw.

“What...just...happened?”

She barely noticed that she herself had followed suit—her own towel now discarded as if possessed by some fabric demon. The unbearable itch had been too much, like a thousand tiny bees crawling under her skin, but the instant the towel left her body, it stopped. Completely. And any trace of itching had been removed from her naked skin.

Her gaze snapped to Elsa, who sat across from her on the cedar bench, now equally nude. Her beautifully pale, porcelain-like skin was flushed with a deep crimson blush that spread from her cheeks to her bare, sweaty breasts. And her eyes widened slightly when she couldn't help but notice that her older sister had an immaculately trimmed patch of blonde pubic hair above her lower lips.

Anna wanted to say something—anything—but all her words had been stolen by the sheer absurdity of the moment.

Elsa, however, wasn’t interested in sticking around to trade comments. She stood quickly, graceful even in her obvious embarrassment. She turned, the pale line of her shoulders tensed as she glanced briefly at Anna with her crystal-blue eyes—eyes full of something Anna couldn’t quite place. It looked like guilt, layered over awkwardness.

“I, uh…” Elsa began, her voice unusually strained.

She shook her head, her wet blonde hair following suit as she took a sharp breath. “I’m going to take a cold bath. I think…I think I need it. Just to get rid of—this.”

Her gesture was vague—an elegant hand waved awkwardly down her body as if she couldn’t quite put words to what had just happened.

“Right. Cold bath. That’s a good idea,” Anna blurted, her voice cracking slightly.

She knew that her sister was lying to her. After all, if the itchy experiment she made stopped bothering her completely the second she removed her towel, it could only mean Elsa was no longer affected either, and still she wanted to leave her sight at the first opportunity. But she was suddenly feeling so much shock at the implications of what just happened that she couldn't muster an angry or disappointed retort.

Elsa didn’t respond to her babbling. She turned sharply on her heel, chin lifted with her usual practiced poise, and, without even bothering to give her all-but-cursed towel another glance, left the sauna to the empty facility beyond in all her bareness with quick but measured steps. The door closed softly behind her.

And then Anna was alone with her reeling thoughts.

She sat frozen for several heartbeats, the steam curling lazily around her. Her thoughts raced like a runaway sled on ice. "What did I just do? Did I actually just…?"

She glanced down at herself—bare as the day she was born—then at the discarded towel on the ground, still crumpled where it had been violently yeeted against the wall.

“That’s not a coincidence,” she whispered, her heart thudding in her chest. “That’s not a coincidence. I…I made that happen.”

Her hands slowly rose to her temples, clutching at her hair as her thoughts spiraled.

“No, no, no. This can’t be real! That dream—”

She stopped, breathing heavily. The words came unbidden, whispering to her from the depths of her memory:

Goddess of ****, Royal Families, and Royal Harems.

Her body slumped against the bench.

“Oh, no,” she muttered, squeezing her eyes shut as if that might help. “Oh, no, no, no, no. I’m going crazy. That’s the only explanation. I’ve officially cracked.”

But the facts wouldn’t leave her alone.

Elsa had never, ever gone near the sauna before. Anna had wished for Elsa to come—and within minutes, Elsa had walked through that door like it was the most natural thing in the world.

She had wished—just now—that their towels would become unbearably itchy. And sure enough, it had happened on the spot. The math was adding up to something Anna had a hard time accepting.

She pulled her knees up to her chest, staring blankly at the opposite wall.

“I can’t believe this,” she whispered, her eyes wide. “It’s real. The dream was real. I’m now a…a goddess? A reality-warping goddess?”

Her voice rose with panic on the last words, echoing faintly in the sauna chamber.

Anna slumped forward, burying her face in her hands.

“Why me?” She whined to no one in particular. “I mean, really, why me? I’m not goddess material! I can barely handle royal material! I trip over my own feet! I talk to walls! I eat chocolate like it’s an actual food group!”

She groaned into her hands.

“This has got to be some kind of mistake…”