Elsaana short.

Fear
Fear of the touches
The emotions
Even the heat that warms these frost covered limbs

A hand over her mouth
She clenches back the moan
The scream
As a tongue roams over her rapidly heating flesh

Fingers and her mind blanks
The magic in her veins
It seeps from her pores
It seeks the heat just as much as she does

Her body arches
Hands clawing at auburn hair
A final thought
Keep her safe

The cold explodes from her back
A flurry of snow and ice
It takes the form of wings
Because that's what she is to me

Anna is Elsa's wings. Freed her from the isolation. The loneliness of icy walls.

I'm kinda thinking about writing an actual story, probably only a one-shot, for this. I like the idea of Elsa getting wing when -coughcough-.

Anyway let me know what you think.