Imagine Anna going down on Elsa, and then after an awkward pause saying, “Eltha… hep meh… I’m thhtuck.”
Frozen AU fic prompt:
Anna and Elsa are going to the same college (Anna is a freshman and Elsa is a senior Architecture major) and Anna thinks it’s a shame Elsa’s about to graduate without ever cutting loose or even trying the dating scene. Elsa insists that college is about study, not fun.
When she finds out her sister is a closeted lesbian, Anna takes it upon herself to set Elsa up with eligible bachelorettes (other college AU Disney ladies) with varying degrees of disaster: Anna’s friend Ariel is way underage (what was Anna even thinking!?) and her exchange-student classmate Merida is kind of a selfish brat who is only dating women to try to piss off her mom. Aurora is sweet but shallow narcoleptic. Even the blind date with cougar Professor Maleficent is a bust. Each failure only strengthen’s Anna’s resolve to find the perfect girlfriend for her sister.
(Optional Plot twist: It’s Anna.)
If someone write this, I’ll most likely draw something for it.
There’s lots of Elsanna fic of Elsa very suddenly losing control and topping her sister, but what I want to read a story where Elsa is consumed with guilt and self-hate for her feelings and refuses to act on them even when she knows her sister reciprocates, leading Anna to take charge in comforting and coaxing and seducing her older sister. In doing so, Anna discovers she rather likes calling the shots. And Elsa finds relief relinquishing control, for once.
I asked my friend this and she answered with ice cream. I have no words, however.
ICE CREAM oh my god
your friend wins the internet for that one
YOU ELSANNA SHIPPERS ARE RUINING ME
In an AU where they aren’t sisters then yes I can do it.
someone pls do thatidk something about my beliefs is telling me no to incest.
BUT IT’S A RLY CUTE SHIP AND I’m really conflicted about it help.
Let it go~
Cold white crystals prickle over her gown, her sleeves, but still Anna clutches at her sister’s hands. She pulls her closer and they both slip, a little—the floor’s all ice.
“I shouldn’t,” says Elsa. She bats Anna’s hands away. That’s all, though. She hasn’t run since the once and she’s not running now. She won’t, not again. Not ever. She promised.
“We shouldn’t,” Anna agrees. She takes a step closer. They’re knocking knees now. Their shadows spill over the ice and their breath is a faint frosty cloud between them, and Anna goes up on her tiptoes, and Elsa leans down to her, and feels for the first time what it means to shiver.
So it’s established that Elsa uncontrollably freezes things when she’s scared, but what happens when she has an orgasm?