Anna and Jesten grow up in Arendelle with two very different experiences. .
KING ANGAR
I am awakened with a feeling of dread. I sit up quickly to find that the large chamber around me is still dark and Iduna is still sleeping beside me. I can’t shake the feeling that someone woke me up when I hear the shouts again. It’s then that I notice the sharp cold on my skin. I jump out of bed quickly and race out the door. My actions must wake Iduna because I hear her footsteps chasing behind me.
“Angar, what’s wrong?!” She asks, alarmed. I don’t have to answer as it is immediately followed by the sound of Jesten screaming again from somewhere below in the palace. We race down the steps, the air getting colder and colder the closer we get. By the time we get to the doors of the ballroom I can see frost on the windows. I push on the doors but they don’t budge.
“Jesten! Open the door!” I yell into the room.
“Father help!” He yells, his voice hoarse and hysterical.
“The ballroom doors don’t lock.” Iduna says with more calm than I am capable of at the moment. “They must be frozen shut.” She reasons. She grabbing a brass candelabra and begins banging it against the seam in the door. Ice sprays everywhere and I grab the brass handle from her and begin hitting harder while we both press our weight into the door.
The door finally gives way with an audible crack and we fall through into the frigid room. Iduna gasps as we stare into the room unable to believe what we are seeing. The floor is covered in thick frosted ice. Veins of ice stretch up the large marble columns around the room leading to icicles as wide as man's leg. But the most shocking thing is all the red. Jesten stands over Anna who is laying alarmingly still while a horrifying amount of crimson blood seeps around her.
“What did you do?!” I ask meeting Jestens' icy tear filled eyes before I can control the fear I am feeling. He must sense it because his already hysterical state becomes worse and he begins yelling. “Wake up Anna!” over and over.
Iduna is already wrapping him in her arms to gently move him away then kneels beside Anna.
I snap out of my shock then ashamed of my delayed reaction and rush to their side.
“She’s breathing.” Iduna announces quickly wrapping Anna in the shawl from around her shoulders. “Run for the doctor.” She tells me but I quickly shake my head.
“No, we can’t risk anyone seeing this.” I say meaning the explosion of ice and power around us. “We need to take her to them”. Idunas face visibly pales and I take Ana from her stiff arms. I should have stopped this long ago.
Jestens powers are the side effect of the elemental Magic that made him. But never did I think him capable of what I had just seen.
The misty border leading to North Huldra is impossible for humans to cross. It’s said if a human were to cross uninvited they would get lost in the mist to wander forever. The mist borders west Arendell separating our two lands. We stop just outside of it. Anna still hasn’t awoken and her breathing has slowed. Iduna holds her and has barely spoken a word as we make our journey. I know she is afraid, but whether it’s for her own life or the girls I am unsure. I don’t ask.
I call out into the mist, my voice loud against the stark quiet summer night.
We wait. Hours pass and a thousand possibilities play in my mind. If Anna dies I will have spent the time and effort to make her for nothing. I should have just bedded one of the servants and quietly made more children, but my pride had gotten the better of me and now it makes a fool out of me. If I am unable to keep my side of the deal and give the elementals a child what will they do? They could have easily taken over Arendelle long ago, but they haven’t. Why do they want a human bastard anyway? I shudder at the possibilities.
The next time I look up at the mist there stands three elementals. They stand expectantly so I take Anna from the queen’s arms and approach them cautiously. They stare at me for a long moment then look down at the child in my arms dispassionately.
“We told you we would come to you. We did not tell you to bring it to us. And especially not broken.” The elemental standing in the center states. As a king it chafes being spoken to this way, but I'm smart enough to let it go.
“She fell.” I say. “If she dies I will not have a child for you to come and take.”
“That hardly seems like our problem.” He turns up his perfect nose. “Make another.”
“I cannot. My union with my wife would not survive it.” I say my eyes are begging. “Please.”
He looks at me, then his gaze travels behind me to where Iduna and Jesten sit watching wide eyed from the carriage. He turns a cruel smile then. “I will attempt to fix this child, in exchange the boy must come live with us for two years.”
I glance back, and even from this distance I can clearly see the fear on Iduna’s face. I look at the boy who believes he is my son, and then at the girl unaware she is my flesh and blood. I have worked so hard not to become overly attached to either but even still there is an ache in my heart as I look down at the dying small girl in my arms.
“Fine.” I agree. It’s the least I can do for her. Iduna will be furious but I am destined to upset her either way. I watch the elemental place his strong delicate hand over Anna’s head. A few moments of silence pass as I wait for something to happen. Finally the elemental opens his eyes, removing his hand. He walks back into the mist followed by his companions. I wait, but when it is clear they won’t be returning I look down at Anna who’s health doesn’t appear to have changed. I realized then that the elemental had only said he would attempt to heal her. I am beginning to think it didn’t work when suddenly Anna takes a calmer deeper breath. We go home.
ANNA ... 4 years later
Jesten and I take separate lessons now. King Angarr says it’s because he doesn’t want us to be distracted, but I feel as if I am being punished. Jesten also gets to go to sparring lessons outside the castle that I am not allowed to attend. These days the only time I see him is during dinner. Our nightly hangouts have stopped too. It started with him telling me he is too tired to play with me. These days he just locks his door and pretends to sleep. I stopped going to his room a long time ago.
The King and Queen are away and even though It’s six days before Yule, and Queen Iduna’s Solstice Ball, Juesten doesn’t eat with me in the dining hall, preferring to take his meals in his room since no one will stop him while his parents are away.
In the few years I’ve lived here Arendelle Castle has become my home. It’s cold and dark with long winters, but there are places and memories that glow with warm hearts and love. The King and Queen travel often but when they are home they treat me like family. King Angar always has a warm smile and something in his pockets to hand to me. Queen Iduna has taken to having afternoon tea with me takes me shopping for all the newest trends and fashions. Jesten, while distant, makes me laugh and finds reasons to recommend books to me. I am not a princess. But I feel like one here.
JESTEN
There are three ways to subdue my magic when it becomes overwhelming; drinking, fighting and fucking. And since the king caught wind of my reputation in the third, that one has been cut off from me. Well not entirely. I watch as Francis our elderly parlourmaid bobs her head between my spread legs. She’s easily older than either of my parents but she's got the fullest tits and hips and more experience than the younger maids. I’d tried to get one of the laundry maids, to suck me off last week and she'd gagged and scraped me with her teeth. I shudder thinking about it.
Francis though, she uses the right amount of moisture and swallows me all the way back easily. Sucking my dick isn't part of staff obligations, but whether it's my status, looks, or both, it doesn’t usually take much convincing. I may be forbidden from attending any more parties outside the castle, but Gods there is nothing like getting your dicked sucked at home by pretty house staff..
“You're so good at worshiping that cock” I encourage her. “If I’d known how good your mouth is all these years I’d have put it to use long ago.” My dirty talk is rewarded with a deep wet swallow. Franny was the first woman to introduce me to sex and she’s set quite the standard. She’d caught me rubbing one out alone in my room 2 years ago. I’d fully expected her to shame me and tell the queen. I did not expect her to shut the door and come comfort me with her warm wet mouth. “No one cares for me like you do Nan.” I’d also learned along the way that Francis gets off on our age difference. I am rewarded again for using the nickname with a gentle but sloppy suck to my balls.
“Good boy,” she coos through wet lips. “Give Nan a little drink so she can get back to her duties, yeah?” I give her what she asks for, grabbing her head and pushing all the way back into her throat as I come. She takes it expertly, throat constricting around each swallow. I release her while catching my breath and watch as she stands up to leave. I stop her grabbing a fist full of her thick silver streaked hair.
“Where the fuck do you think you are going?” I bite out. A thrill shoots through me at the fear in her eyes.
“I thought since you'd gotten off twice -” I interrupted her rambling with a sharp tug on her hair pulling her up to her feet. She winces at the pain and gives a little cry as I bend her over the dining table. I didn't prepare her for the thrust but she's taken me this way before and my cock is still wet from her suckling. She only struggles for a moment.“Your highness please, not again, I-” she ends in a sharp cry when I tug her hair again to silence her. I’d stopped fucking Frannies pussy once I learned from her thats how babies are made. I know now that she is probably too old to get pregnant but I won’t take the chance. Besides, her ass is much tighter.
“Too good to take me up the ass now old maid?” I growl into her face.
“No, your highness. You're just much bigger than you used to be. Mercy.” She gasps, her face twisted in pain.
“That means I’m not fucking you enough.” I’m not feeling merciful today so I pick up my speed. She lets out a low despairing wail that tingles my balls and makes the power running through me run hot. Her ass is huge like any plump grandmothers should be, so I put my hand on either side of the soft globes spreading them to push deeper. She gives one final cry before giving into the sensation. The first time she introduced me to fucking this way I was understandably shocked. But my dark nature, the Elemental part of me raised its head and went into the task eagerly. Shed come to my room just as she had many times before and sucked me lovingly, but this time she'd crawled onto my bed instead of on the floor between my thighs. Once she’d made me slippery and wet she told me I could use it this way then turned to kneel ass up in front of me. Pushing into those warm globes and past the tight ring of her ass awoke something merciless inside of me. I didn't last long that first time and I wasn't gentle or experienced but Franny let me finish and fucking her ass became part of our daily ritual for a while.
I look down at the kind old woman on my dick. Frannie was nasty but she was loving and hurting her was the best high. I come balls deep in her ass with a growl. My orgasm represses more magic than the last and It's finally followed by the humming calm I’ve become addicted to. I wipe myself off on her apron and lower her skirts.
“Get out before I need to go again.” I bite out, tucking myself back in. Just then Anna walks through the side door.
“Francis I need to talk to you about -” She pauses taking in our closeness and Frannie's red pained face. “Must you be rude to everyone?!” she chides me angrily.
“Rude.” I mumble under my breath. If only she'd been 30 seconds earlier.
“Let poor Francis do her job! Aren’t you supposed to be at lessons anyway?!” Anna continues scolding. I feel the tension returning to my muscles at Her close proximity and I should be getting out of here but I can’t help myself.
“Shouldn’t you be sucking up to the King or something?” I taunt. “The Gods know he could use a good sucking.” I add casting Franny a wink. Both Anna and Frances turn shades of crimson and pink. When Anna blushes her bronze skin turns peach all the way down to the neckline of her dress. I find myself wondering if her breasts turn pink too. Fuck I’m hard again.
“I’m not going to even dignify that with a response.” Anna Growls furiously. “You should show more respect for your father.” She fumes. Anna is a ‘daddy's girl’ without a daddy, so she imprints on every masculine figure in her life. The King, Master Tobias, me. I shudder to think of how I might take advantage of her if my father weren't around to protect her. The thought fills me with both cold fear and burning lust. I would die for Anna, but I would also ruin her given the chance. And she’s so desperate for affection and attention she’d love being ruined. I watch her grab Frannies arm to escort her away. “And get Sophie to clean whatever that is.” She says pointing to the milky drops and puddles on the floor. She storms out leaving with the Parlourmaid.
Seconds later Sophie walks in with a damp towel. She stops in surprise when she sees me. She curtsies but the wariness in her eyes tells me she remembers how I’d once choked her in the broom closet.
“Clean this up.” I say and she immediately jumps to obey kneeling on the floor with her towel. “Use your tongue.” I command, moving behind her and taking my dick out of my pants again. Sophie doesn’t cry like Francis.