Chapter 1: Darker Paths

Elsa was an evil queen.

The thought had crept into her mind like a whisper as she turned the lock to her study. And it was right, of course.

Staring at her sister sitting so serenely on the chaise, how could Elsa be anything but an evil queen? Elsa's breath caught in her throat as she watched Anna from across the room, and she marveled at what her hands had actually wrought.

In truth, there was no reason to lock the door, not yet anyway. Anyone catching a glimpse inside the room would think nothing of it. They were just the two sisters sharing a quiet moment with one another. But Elsa knew, and that's why she froze the lock just to be sure.

Anna only watched contentedly, smiling her wan smile that made her cheeks light up and her eyes dance. She said nothing as the ice danced from Elsa's fingers and on to the brass knob. Anna couldn't. And, heaven help Elsa, it brought shivers down the Snow Queen's spine.

What had possessed her to take the book, Elsa thought quietly as she took one agonizing step after another to close the distance between her and her sister. What, she went on to wonder, actually made her open and read the tome instead of throwing it into the fjord? And as Elsa sat beside Anna, touching her face with shaking fingers, what devil made her cast the spell in the end? Because that was the only reason Elsa could think of as to why she placed Anna under the enchantment.

The spell was oh so simple, at least for someone with her magic. Something that sparkled, something that played on the senses, something that the subject of the spell loved deeply. That's what the witch's book had said, and the answer for all was the ice that Elsa knew so well. Elsa wondered if that made her a witch as well on top of everything else. She didn't dwell on it.

But the spell had worked. Anna watched the small flurry of ice crystals that Elsa had made for her only moments prior. The princess enjoyed the dancing motes and cool breeze that the flurry gave her, a gift from a sister she so loved. And just like that, Anna was enthralled.

Now that Elsa was close to her sister she could see the spell working on Anna. In the center of Anna's beautiful blue eyes were snowflakes spinning ever so softly, the only sign on Elsa's control over her. Elsa could feel how Anna's waking mind slept and how this Anna, this dreaming girl with her eyes wide open, knew only the Snow Queen that had cast a spell and controlled her every thought.

"Anna?" Elsa whispered.

"Yes, my queen?" Anna replied, politely and calmly, and Elsa could feel the pleasure that the other girl from obeying through the tenuous strands of magic that connected them. The words stirred something in Elsa that she never knew existed.

"You… you've never called me that before." Elsa said, the last doubts in her mind melting.

"Yes, I've never called you that before, my queen." Anna agreed sweetly, blankly. Mindlessly. And again Elsa only felt the warm haze of pleasure that Anna had in being in her presence.

"Anna, do you know what I've done to you?" Elsa went on, her hand now softly cradling Anna's cheek.

"I think I know what you've done to me, my queen." Anna said, nuzzling into Elsa's palm while she stared lovingly at her sister. Elsa could only hold back a gasp as the warmth press into her hand. And again, pleasure.

"You…" Elsa licked her lips. "… you don't mind that I've done this to you?"

"I don't mind, my queen. If this is what you wanted?" Anna replied innocently. And Elsa knew that was true.

"Yes, Anna. This is what I wanted." Elsa said, her voice huskier than what she would have wanted.

"Then…" Anna said, smiling. "… I want everything that you want, my queen." And Elsa sensed a surge of happy pleasure that Anna felt in obeying her mistress.

"Everything I want…" Elsa said softly, feeling as if she herself were under a spell now, guiding Anna to lie back on the chaise. "Yes… everything I want."

Elsa had not meant to find her mother's book hidden away in one of the drawers of the royal chambers. She hadn't meant to learn that there was a reason she had magic in her veins thanks to Queen Idunn. Elsa didn't know that these spells sought out queens, could only be seen and cast by queens, and tempted only queens.

But those were thoughts for another time. As Elsa slid over the yielding body of her sister, there was only one thing that Elsa could think about.

It was a single thought more than what Anna could make.

What am I doing? This is just a fever dream that keeps going. I'll keep writing if there's any interest. Cheers.