Frozen: The Cooking of Anna
Tags: Sister/Sister, F/F, persuasion, snuff, cooking, freezing, enthusiastic consent, fatal
 
Anna wasn't sure what she'd done, about a week ago, Elsa had started avoiding her again. She thought they'd solved this issue when her Sister brought her back from being frozen with true love's kiss! But no, Elsa was hiding. This time at least she'd had the courtesy not to lock the doors to her chambers.
 
"You've been hiding from me!" Anna accused, her summer dress swirling slightly as the always chillier temperatures of her sister's chambers caressed her pantiless privates. It was a habit Anna had gotten into as a child, hating to wear panties, and as she got older, without parents or an older sister to tell her to, she just... stopped. It had resulted in her accidentally flashing people, mostly servants, knowingly and unknowingly, but... now that she was a woman grown? Anna considered that something of a plus.
 
"No! I haven't!" Elsa squeaked as she startled into an incredibly unconvincing denial. She was in her royal gown, bending down over a large metal stand of some sort which had landed, tip first, in the fire; a bar attached so some legs, but missing whatever it was meant to hold up.
 
"You have!" Anna retorted, stamping cutely. "I haven't seen you since that picnic last week!"
 
"I've just been... busy." Elsa denied unconvincingly.
 
"Busy means dealing with courtiers. Busy means dealing with accountants. You've been doing neither, Elsa, so you haven't been *busy!*" Anna stalked forward and glared at her sister. This was the delicate moment. She needed to push her sister firmly, but not so hard she'd run away. Again.
 
"I can't." Elsa protested, weakly. "I... you don't know what you're asking of me. How you'd react if you knew..."
 
"Elsa, you're my *sister* as well as my Queen. Whatever it is, it'll be easier if we work together to get through it. Remember what happened last time?" The younger sister let out an exasperated sigh. "I promise, I'll listen to whatever you have to say, and I promise not to judge until I've got the whole story, alright?"
 
"I... I suppose that's... that really is the best I can ask for, isn't it?" Elsa admitted to herself. "Can... will you at least... sit down?" Elsa motioned to her bed.
 
Elsa's bed was, as befitted a queen, a lush, large four-poster, with thin gauzy curtains hanging around it, currently pulled back. Elsa sat first, and Anna joined her, sitting close to her sister and gently taking Elsa's hand in hers, covering it with her other hand. "Now. No secrets between us, Elsa. Sisters, not secrets. And what's up with the bar, did something get knocked over?"
 
"That's... You're going to need a lot of context?" Elsa insisted, still resisting but almost on the verge of giving in. Anna could feel her sister *wanted* to tell her, but she wasn't willing to trust her with the information.
 
"Come on, Sis. It can't be *that* bad. After what you pulled last year, nothing could be as bad as that, and I forgave you for it. So come on, tell me."
 
"So, when I was growing up, locked in this room I... only had one romance novel. It... honestly, it was barely even a romance novel? I've read a couple since then and..." Elsa blushed, unable to look her sister in the eye.
 
Anna bit her lip a little, stifling her giggle until she got it under control. "Ohhhh? And what sort of romance novel was it, then?"
 
"It... a bandit and his many conquests but... That's not, really important?" Elsa admitted, wanting to move on from her tastes in pornography as quickly as possible as she stood in front of her sister.
 
This time, Anna couldn't quite stifle her giggle. "And you wanted a strong bandit prince to happen along and ravish you?"
 
"Not... exactly?" Elsa admitted. "I, well, I always wanted to do the ravishing. And... that's not why this matters." Elsa took a deep breath. "The book wasn't very good. It basically just had a bare description of sex acts. But it was my *only* romance novel..."
 
"... And?" Anna pulled her sister down to sit beside her, giving her sister a hug and cuddling against the Queen. "It must have been incredibly boring, if it was written so badly."
 
"I just... It was. But midway through the book there's one of the one of the lines. God, I have it memorized I read it so much! It was 'He ate her pussy until she fell asleep, and then stole away in the night with all her worldly possessions.' I read that and I was so shocked that..." Elsa trailed off, her usually pale face crimson in embarrassment. "I can't say."
 
"After what you pulled last year, I'm wiling to forgive you anything, Elsa. This most of all." Anna blushed prettily, nibbling her lip a bit. "I- I had guessed you weren't interested in men a while ago, ever since that gala we had to celebrate your coronation...."
 
"That's... Right. I did dance mostly with other women, didn't I?" Elsa realized. "But that's not why I can't tell you. You'll laugh. Or you'll be horrified." Elsa protests.
 
"My Queen, *nothing* you could do would offend me, except ending the story in the middle instead of getting to the good bits." Anna couldn't help but grin at the way her cool, calm, collected sister kept dancing around the point like a nervous schoolgirl with her childhood crush.
 
Elsa nodded, and started pacing, her tight diaphanous gown showing off every muscle in her pale, slender legs. "Right, so, that line... 'He ate her pussy until she fell asleep, and then stole away in the night with all her worldly possessions.' I... after my Coronation, I could read more romance novels and I understood what it meant but... well, in the context I had, I... I sort of got it wrong? And it was so shocking, I just kept reading it, over and over, and masturbating and... I..."
 
Anna paused, thinking that over in her head and nibbling her lip thoughtfully as she pondered what her sister might have gotten wrong. She glanced up to watch her sister pacing a moment, before prodding tentatively. "....And what did you think it meant?"
 
"I... So, I understand now that the line 'He ate her pussy until she fell asleep, and then stole away in the night with all her worldly possessions.' means a figurative eating and a literal sleep, but... Back then? I'd never seen eating used in a figurative sense, but sleep was used all the time to mean death... so... I thought..."
 
Anna's eyes went wide and her mouth dropped open, hidden almost immediately by her hand. She wasn't sure if she wanted to laugh, cry, or scream, at the wistful and horribly embarrassed look on her sister's face, and instead settled for tender. "I, um, w-well, I suppose it's a m-mistake anyone could have made...."
 
She trailed off as the look on Elsa's face didn't change, but her sister looked away from her. "... Elsa? There's... more, isn't there."
 
"Well, I... You're right. That's exactly what I thought. I thought he... ate the girl, literally. I thought he literally took bite after bite of the girl until she died. But, no... that's not all of it either. I... This is about why I've been avoiding *you.* And... well, I was a girl, and I used to watch you playing in the front courtyard, and sometimes you didn't wear panties, and you were the only other girl whose pussy I'd seen so when I fantasized about being in that position... Eating another girl's pussy..." Elsa trailed off.
 
Anna's mouth fell open for a second time, and she bit her lip to shut it again. She squirmed a little as she sat on her sister's bed, feeling the way her dress felt against her otherwise-bare pussy, feeling how *wet* she was getting. Anna knew she was an exhibitionist, even at a young age, though she hadn't known the word at the time. So yes, she *had* probably flashed her sister a few times when they were younger... And she certainly had *meant* to flash her sister last week....
 
"....A-And you wwwwanted to... feast on... me?" She couldn't run away, like Elsa did. that wasn't going to solve her problems, as Elsa had demonstrated so spectacularly last year. She hoped that her sister wouldn't say what she was secretly hoping she'd say, however, because that would.... that would spoil so much, but be sooo good...
 
"Yes. I... Last week, when, you flashed me and I saw your pussy again... closer than ever! I saw your smooth freckled mound and my only thought was: 'Oh my god, my sister looks delicious!' I... That night when I read the scene again, And I was imagining myself as the bandit, eating a girl's pussy until she 'fell asleep'? The girl's pussy that I was imagining eating... It was yours." Elsa confessed, clearly aroused just by retelling the fantasy to her sister.
 
Anna was squirming in earnest, blushing and nibbling her lower lip to try and contain her smile. "Annnnnnnd.... was that it?"
 
"I've spent a lot of years fantasizing on the theme. And... I don't really like eating meat raw..." Elsa confessed. "So... No, that... there was also a part of the fantasy where... you were cooked for me. Willingly accepting fatal agony for me just to show me how much you loved me." Elsa confessed, stopping, vulnerable, within arm's reach of Anna. looking down as she played with the end of her braid, unable to meet her sister's eyes.
 
"Elsa, hey." Anna stood, taking her sister's hands in hers and leaning her forehead to that of her Queen. "Hey, no secrets between us, right?"
 
"R-right." Elsa admitted nervously, fidgeting with her hair even harder as she awaited her sister's judgment.
 
"W-Well, I have something of a confession to make....." Anna took a breath, stepping shyly back and fiddling with her dress. "Y'see, I.... I kinda meant for you to see me... like that. Not the, you know, e-eating part, but..."
 
Anna lifted her skirt, her high-heels feeling sooooo awkward as her soft, silk stockings clung to her long, pale legs, framing her very, very bare, and neatly well-trimmed pussy as she timidly displayed herself to her sister. "... As you can see, I'm not exactly turned off by the prospect of... of you eating me..."
 
"Anna... If I ask you to..." Elsa licked her lips, her eyes unable to look away from her sister's bare, freckled sex.
 
"Ask me what, My Queen?" She didn't let her skirts fall, her own blush spreading down her throat as she gave a slight curtsy, getting more and more turned on, watching Elsa unable to stop staring at her pussy.
 
"To... to cook for me? What would your answer be?" Elsa finished, her legs pressed together, and her skin so flushed that it looked as if she'd been out in the sun all day without protection.
 
"I, honestly, I d-don't know...." Anna bit her lip, glancing shyly away and squirming her hips. but her other set of lips were pink, and practically dripping with arousal.
 
"I'm... not asking yet." Elsa assured her sister. "But... I... do you mind if I tell you more and... I might ask then?"
 
The younger sister hesitated, but shot a look back at her sister-and-queen and gave a tentative smile. She fidgeted with her skirts a bit more, then gave an exasperated sigh and tugged at the fabric until she finally found the catch. There was a soft ripping sound, and Elsa's eyes widened as her sister tore the skirt away from the corset she was wearing, blushing as she laid it over the back of a nearby chair and shyly sat on the bed once more.
 
She paused for a moment, to allow her sister to savor the sight of her, half-naked and on *the queen's* bed, taking a shy breath and looking softly up at her sister as she crossed her silk-clad thighs to hide herself from her sister's staring eyes. "I'm still listening, My Queen. I promised to hear you out and not pass judgment until you were done...."
 
"Then. I... I really do want to snuff you, Anna." Elsa admitted, emotion pouring out of her at finally having the chance to say it. "I... I know you know I love you after last year's kiss. I'd do anything for you, Anna. But I can't stop wanting..." Elsa had to stop again, instinctively trying to hide that she was staring and how hard she wanted her sister to uncross her thighs so she could see that tasty morsel beneath them.
 
"To..." Anna had to wet her parched lips as she stared up at her trembling sister, not quite daring to break the pose of courtly grace mixed with blatant sensuality. "To snuff me?"
 
"Yeah, even now seeing you like this. knowing it's really you and not a fantasy makes me want to-!" Elsa sat on the chair and spread her legs, trying to touch herself through her dress but not getting enough *grip.*
 
"Elsa..." The tone of sincere love and gentle exasperation in her sister's tone caught the queen's attention. Anna's smile was rueful, a little amused, a bit regretful. "You're my sister as well as my queen. If you want me to..."
 
She trailed off and after a moment's more hesitation, she carefully and firmly uncrossed her legs, shifting just so, and spreading her knees wide. Her pussy was on full display, her flushed, reddish lips parted, glistening, gleaming with arousal, practically begging for her sister's touch. "... I will..."
 
"It will hurt. More than anything you've ever felt, Anna. That's the pole. The pole you asked about, in the fireplace. I had it commissioned as a visual aide. I heat it up and fantasize about the heat from the pole cooking you from the inside out and you dance for me as you cook in absolute agony..." Elsa explained, hoping it wouldn't change her sister's mind. Not knowing what she'd do if it did... or if it didn't.
 
Anna bit her lip and glanced sidelong at the pole, still with its tip in the fireplace. ""M-Maybe you could show me first?
 
"Anna. If I... taste you, I may not end up asking you to do this. I might end up... ordering you." Elsa confessed, desperately wanting a taste of her sister, but resisting the idea just as hard..
 
The younger sister gave a timid, tentative smile, inhaling and posing prettily for her sister, biting her lip and arching her back to perfectly present herself for her sister's tantalization and titillation. "I know... I... I want you to..."
 
Elsa moved so fast it looked like she had instantly dropped from the chair to her knees several steps across the room in one impossible movement. "If I like how you taste..." Elsa admitted, as she pulled her sister's petals apart so that her tongue could lick her pussy clean of Anna's own arousal.
 
Anna gasped at her sister's quick movement, whimpering and lifting one hand to shyly stroke her sister's braid. "I-If you order me t-to, OoooooHH!"
 
She couldn't help it, her hips bucked, her legs trembled, and Anna moaned like the wanton slut she yearned so much to be. But no, she was a King's Daughter, a Princess, she couldn't possibly be so wanton and lewd, no matter how much she longed for it!
 
Until now, that is, with the feel of her sister's tongue tentatively lapping her petals, making her shudder and gasp, the pussy she'd shown off to her sister so often, finally, FINALLY feeling the touch she'd longed for ever since she was a little girl! "O-Ohhhh, E-Elsaaaahhhhh!"
 
"God, Anna! You're absolutely perfect!" Elsa declared as Anna's flavors touched her tongue. They both knew what that meant.
 
Anna whimpered a little, from lust, love, pleasure, and a bit of regret. "J-Just promise me one thing m-my Queen?"
 
"Tell me, Anna. Whatever it is I shall try to make it yours in the time you have left."
 
The princess shyly smiled down at her queen. "P-Promise me.. I-Ill do anything you want, I, I'll cook for you i-if you wwwant, just... No matter what you want, no matter how cruel, now degrading, how, how blatant... P-Promise me that you'll m-make me a s-statue when you're done? J-Just before the end...? With a s-sculpture of.... of what you take from me, in imperishable ice.... so everyone can see how much you loved me..."
 
"I... I've never... frozen someone, Anna. I don't know what it will do. It might kill you, or it might freeze you in place aware, but unmoving; a statue..." Elsa admitted as she drew her tongue back from it's task of swirling around her sister's adorable clit.
 
Anna bit her lip and whimpered softly, smiling shyly down at her sister. "I-either way.... I'll always be with you, w-won't I?"
 
"I'm going to turn you into a sex toy. I'll pose you as a private work of erotic art, playing with yourself, just for me. and whoever I bring into my room..." Elsa promised.
 
Anna blushed prettily and panted softly as she gently stroked her sister's cheek, Elsa's head still between her nearly-bare thighs. "Pose me like I sat here? All courtly and wanton for my lustful queen..."
 
"Exactly like this." Elsa agrees, pushing Anna back so she braced herself with one hand behind her and dragging Anna's remaining hand to her eager clit. "Like a courtly little Harlot."
 
"Mmmmm.... So forceful my Queen....." Anna couldn't help a soft giggle or a smile as she stroked her clit once, twice, for Elsa's enjoyment, watching as her sister stood, and giving a quiet sigh. "I'm going to miss teasing you, Elsa...."
 
"I need this too much. I'm sorry, Anna..." Elsa admitted, sadly, as she dissolved her dress to reveal sparking white lingerie with blue embroidery; garter-belt, stockings, panties, and bra all covered in tiny blue outlines of snowflakes.
 
Anna didn't have to feign arousal anymore, and gave a soft, wanton mewl as her sister dismissed her dress, leaving her clad only in lingerie. Her fingers stroked her pussy faster, tips spreading her hot, luscious lips. "Gods, you're so beautiful Elsa..."
 
"Anna.. You asked about the pole. There's some non-flammable cooking oil near the window. It's flavored and seasoned and I made it thinking desperately about just how to bring out your incredible flavor. After tasting you... I want to use it." Elsa admitted, pointing towards the bottle.
 
The younger of the two sisters swallowed, and whimpered softly, nodding and still stroking her pussy as she listened intently to her final instructions. She gave a shy nod, watching her sister with wide, hopeful eyes.
 
"I want you to pour it inside you, the entire bottle, and walk across the stone floor, dripping with cooking oil until you get to the pole. turn it upright, and secure it in place, then get a step stool." Elsa continued to order her sister, her hands touching herself over her clothes.
 
"Mmmmhmmmmmm?" Anna couldn't speak, her throat was so tight, she was so close, so close, just listening to her sister talk about how much she wanted this was getting her so very very close!
 
"I want to see your cute little cunt cooking on that pole more than anything in the world, sis... even... your life." Elsa admitted.
 
It wasn't that she didn't love her, Anna realized, Elsa did! It's just... the memories, the training she'd put her mind through, and an entire puberty without any other girls to look at; any other pussies to fantasize about! Anna knew that as queen, Elsa could order any pretty girl she wanted into her bed; or her belly... But Elsa didn't want any other girls yet. More than anything else, Elsa wanted her fantasy. Elsa wanted *her* pussy.
 
And Anna would give it to hr. Because what else can sisters do, than love each other, with their entire heart?
 
She gave a soft, shy sob, and reluctantly pulled her fingers away from her dripping pussy, slipping quietly to her feet. She paused, staring her sister in the eyes, seeing the want there, the longing, the yearning, the doubt growing as Anna just stood there, clad in stockings, heels, and corset. She could see the despair behind the hope, lurking in her sister's mind, saw how much she wanted Anna to say *yes.*
 
And she smiled, leaned in, and gave her sister a soft, tender kiss, full on the lips, but still chaste and tender.
 
"Of course, my Queen. Anything you desire...."
 
"Oh, Thank you Anna! You have no idea how much this means to me!" Elsa gushed, ecstatic at her sister's fatal choice; to spend her life for Elsa's enjoyment.
 
Anna smiled softly as she stepped past her sister, moving over to the window where the bottle stood, corked and waiting. She turned, crossing her legs as she perched on the window-ledge, and smiled as she picked up the bottle. "This one, my Queen?"
 
"Yes. That one. In my fantasies, you pour it into and all around your pussy..." Elsa confessed. "Making yourself ready to cook... for me."
 
Anna smiled, and lifted her legs, perched on the very edge of the window-sill as she leaned back against the glass panels. A soft pop as the cork was removed masked Anna's soft gasp, as she lowered the mouth of the bottle to her soft, pink lips, and slowly forced it between them.
 
Her eyes met Elsa's again, as the soft glogging of the bottle emptying its contents into the posing girl's pussy was the only sound in the room, save the crackling of the fire.
 
"God. You're so sexy, Anna. I can't believe I resisted asking you for so long..." Elsa moaned as she pulled her panties down from beneath her garter belt and fondled her own petals.
 
Anna bit her lip, whimpering a little as the full filling of being filled with the special cooking oil spread through her pussy, making her legs tremble with delight. "Mmmmm, I've longed to see that.... To see you pleasuring yourself to me, My Queen...."
 
She sighed softly as the last few drops spelled over her lips and she set the bottle aside. She paused a moment, dipping a finger into her sex and savoring the scent of the spiced oil. "Mmmm, spicy, savory.. for -me-, my Queen? I certainly hope to 'live' up to your expectations...."
 
Anna smiled again, a pose, but a genuine one, and carefully shut her pussy, clenching as hard as she could to keep from leaking too much as she let her legs down and slid to her feet. Even so, she felt a few drops of oil trickle down her thighs as she sauntered over to the fireplace, and carefully righted the pole, now glowing-hot at the tip.
 
She bit her lip, carefully steadying the pole upright, noting the iron cannonball fixed to the bottom end. Once it was upright, nothing much was going to knock it over. She eyed the glowing tip, slightly above hip height, and shot Elsa a shy glance, nibbling her lip softly as she stepped around the pole, leaning over to pull the low footstool that Elsa used to reach the upper shelf of the bookshelf until it was next to the pole, and made sure to let a small dribble of oil escape her exposed lips as she presented her very bare rump to her Queen.
 
"Thank you, Anna. You have no idea how much I want this. How much I fantasized about this moment, every day from when I first read that line until today... I can't wait to eat your perfect, freckled little pussy, Anna." Elsa half-babbled, half confessed ass he pressed her fingers into and around her pussy.
 
Anna smiled as she straightened up, turning to cross her ankles and smiling softly at her sister. "I'm certain you'll enjoy eating it as much as I would you, ahh... feasting on me..."
 
"Tell me, how are you feeling. I, I know this is my fantasy not yours but... If you're excited or terrified I'm still going to make you do this, but... I want to know which it is. I want to remember this moment in perfect detail for my fantasies." Elsa begged, undoing her bra clasp in the front, and letting the cups fall away to reveal her cute pink nipples.
 
Anna swallowed a little, stepping up onto the footstool. She shot her sister a soft, shy smile, another dribble of oil starting to drizzle its way down her inner thighs, darkening the silk of her stockings. "I, admit, that I'm a little scared... But if this is what you want, Elsa, then that's all that matters..."
 
"I... I do, Anna. I really do. I love you sister. I'll miss you terribly! But... You have no idea how much I want this, Anna!" Elsa confessed. "Please. Cook yourself for me."
 
Anna swallowed a little, stepping up onto the footstool. She shot her sister a soft, shy smile, another dribble of oil starting to drizzle its way down her inner thighs, darkening the silk of her stockings. "I, admit, that I'm a little scared... But if this is what you want, Elsa, then that's all that matters..."
 
"I... I do, Anna. I really do. I love you sister. I'll miss you terribly! But... You have no idea how much I want this, Anna!" Elsa confessed. "Please. Cook yourself for me."
 
Anna gulped softly, looking shyly down at the still-glowing rod, and timidly up at her sister, the Queen. She schooled her features into a soft smile, and reached out a hand. "I'm not sure if I can make it alone... If my Queen shall guide me?"
 
"Of course, Sister. This will- it'll definitely hurt, Anna. More than anything else in your life. But... I-" Elsa didn't finish, instead she gently took her sister's hand and tugged her forward, until she was over the spit.
 
Anna could feel the intense warmth radiating from the heated pole. She gulped softly and shivered as her sister lead her closer to her demise. "W-What do you mean?"
 
"I... Anna, It's okay if you don't enjoy this. You won't be ruining my fantasy. I... I- The thought of you, writhing there in agony, dancing on the pole as you cook for me... It's... really hot." Elsa confessed, unable to meet her sister's eyes as she reached out to fondle Anna's soon-to-be-fried pussy instead.
 
Anna gave a hot, shocked gasp as she was -touched-, where she'd yearned for her sister to touch her for -years-! Ohhhhhhgod, just a little bit longer, let her savor this as much as she could...
 
She became aware of her sister staring at her and gulped, suddenly blushing as she realized how -wanton- she had been, and the -sounds- she had made. And the way her thighs were trembling with her recent orgasm.
 
God, she'd been so turned on, and now her sister had completed her...
 
"Anna! You just came? from me telling you that I...?" Elsa was shocked as she watched the tiny rivulet of cooking oils slip down Anna's thighs. Shocked, and more than a little turned on.
 
"I, um.. yeah...." Anna gave a soft, shy giggle, trembling slightly and shifting her hips against her sister's fingers, biting her lip and blushing shyly. "I guess you do have the Queenly touch... to give your subjects such pleasure.."
 
"I just wanted to tell you, It's okay if it hurts. I want to see *you* snuffed, Anna. *Your* body, *your* feelings. Not someone else. So... Whatever you feel with that pole inside you? That's what I want to see. You. Ending your life, for me." Elsa explained as the gave Anna one final kiss.
 
Anna moaned into that kiss, savoring the taste of her sister's lips as if it were her last meal. In a way, it was. She was. And she was going to be a meal for her sister. She teetered on the edge of the footstool for a moment as her sister shifted slightly, drawing a soft, sobbing whimper from her submissive sister.
 
Anna suppressed a whimper as she stepped carefully off the stool, gasping quietly as the heat rose in her crotch, and biting her lip *hard* against the outcry of pain, as the oil still tucked away in her sex began to sizzle and bubble within her. She twisted her hip, staggering and giving a shocked gasp as the still-red tip of the iron poker pushed up and parted her lips, leaving her standing on tiptoe and gasping in shock. The pain hadn't even hit her yet, her pussy was too hot.
 
Elsa was staring. her panties were gone now, discarded somewhere in the room as she fingered herself to the sight of her sister as the red-hot pole sank into her depths, sealing her demise. Anna... Anna had done it! She was cooking for her! *Dying* for her!
 
God! Anna looked so hot!
 
Anna couldn't help but smile, seeing how enthralled her sister was. She barely felt the heat, more a warm bubbling feeling inside her, at least at present. Pain would come, but for now, all she could do was smile, sigh, and whimper as she felt the rough edges of the oh-so-hot intruder teasing her pussy, and the growing warmth in her vulva that would soon blossom into an unbearable, fiery itch.
 
"Can you... play with yourself?" Elsa asked as she sat on the bed, legs splayed so that Anna could watch as she pleasured herself to her sister's self-snuffing. Elsa's pussy was flushed and dripping, and each pale and slender finger drew a new obscene sound from both of Anna's sister's oh so alluring mouths. "Fuck I want to see you scream, Anna! Either in pain... or... cumming? Or both!"
 
It wouldn't be long before she was screaming, Anna realized. Her pussy was on fire! The agony of it was starting to make itself felt in her poor tortured mind, and she gasped in short, sharp shallow breaths as she bit her lip and whimpered.
 
She reached down, stroking her oh-so-hot clit, felt herself sweating, and the oil soaking into her flesh, felt herself trembling, felt herself starting to clench--
 
And felt a sharp, spike of leaden agony pierce her as she lost her balance and fell flat-footed on the floor, her cervix pierced by the burning brand.
 
She couldn't help it, then. The scream came, loud, harsh, and sharp. The heat in her belly was unbearable! She was burning, she was COOKING, oh god, she was COOKING on this spit that her sister had impaled her on!
 
Her second scream was louder, more shrill, mingled agony and desire in her tone, and much longer, as she'd managed to take a proper breath instead of having it forced from her. She couldn't help clenching her legs in instinctual denial of what was happening to her, her thighs pressing against he rough wrought-iron of the brand plunged into her, dancing a little jig as she instinctively sought relief that would never arrive.
 
"Yes! Just like that!" Elsa cheered as she finger-fucked herself into untold ecstasy. "Scream for me, Anna! Dance! I want to watch you *snuff!*"
 
And then she could *hear* the bubbling oil as it began to surge out of her pussy, felt her cunt starting to clench and cramp, even as boiling oil began to force her wider, and the searing-hot poker pressed firmly against the back of her *womb.*
 
"Fuck! Look, Anna! Look what you're doing to me!" Elsa demanded, spreading her absolutely soaked cunt for her frying sister to admire.
 
Anna was on fire, her pussy was burning, her belly was cooking, and...
 
And she couldn't help but stare at her sister's pink and swollen cunt, the way her juices trained from fingers to clit, the way her lips throbbed visibly and her clit twitched with every beat of her Queen's excited heart.
 
And Anna smiled, knowing she had pleased her sister, even as she felt a numbness beginning to seep through the pain, through the burning and knew that her pussy walls soon be cooked.
 
 
"I'm cumming Anna! I'm cumming for *you!*" Elsa panted as she held her clenching, cumming cunt apart for her sister to watch. "God! You smell so delicious! Any you look even better!"
 
Anna's pussy was a bright cherry red now, almost half-way cooked. Elsa could see the entire pole as it cooked a path across Anna's freckled skin all the way into her womb!
 
Seeing her sister helplessly shift and hop and writhe on the pole that had already killed her... It was almost too much to bear! Elsa came again just from the sight of it! The smell of her future meal! God! Anna was so hot! Why had she not done this *years* ago!?
 
Because she had been too afraid that Anna would say no. Because of that same fear of rejection that had forced her to flee to the mountains last year . Because of that same lingering fear from her parents' deaths.
 
But that fear was gone now. Gone in a spray of juice-laced oil and another scream from her sister, this one mingled pain and pleasure as her cooking pussy clenched and spasmed, cumming even as it was dying.
 
"Oh god..." her voice was little more than a whisper. "Oh god, E-Elsa, I-I-I'm, I'm c-cooking... Ohgod, I can *feel* m-my pussy...." Anna broke off, giving a hot, sharp gasp and struggling to let her breath out as words, instead of the shriek she *wanted* to let lose. The look on her sister's face, the wonder and joy in Elsa's eyes, the *aroused* stare as her sister came! As Elsa came for *her!* it all made Anna's pussy tighten still more with anticipation, which only hastened the demise of her sex.
 
"You're almost cooked, Anna! You're almost there!" Elsa urged her, still cumming just from the sight of her sister's darkening cunt as she neared completion.
 
Anna sobbed quietly, shuddering in sympathetic pleasure as her sister came and came again, all to -her-! For her! For....
 
For her death...
 
She sobbed, uncontrollably, as the heat slowly receded, leaving a hot, aching numbness in its wake. She was cooked, she was cooking, her body was going into shock. Her legs twitched as she sobbed, unable to do more than shakily hold herself upright, and she could feel the cooling spit inside her threaten to do more than just sear her pussy into sizzling perfection.
 
Sizzling? Oh yes, the oil.
 
The aroma that wafted from her destroyed sex was... was... God, she smelled so -good-.. like the finest roast pork she'd ever smelled! Her mouth watered just smelling herself, not even noticing that the clit she was stroking had turned a warm golden brown...
 
"God, Anna. That was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen! Snuffing you is so much better than I fantasized about..." Elsa admitted as she stood up, dripping and walked forward to stroke her sister's cheek. "I'm going to remember you every night. Just like this. I may even have it memorialized in a painting... if I can find a painter with enough discretion."
 
"I, ah, ohgod, I, I hope nnngh, you, hah, enjoyed s-snuffing m-me...." Anna couldn't help panting, gasping and wincing as the painful numbness spread through her, her womb impaled on the top of the no-doubt no-longer glowing spike, her pussy seared by the heat of the iron spike.
 
The love, tender delight, and honest affection in her sister's eyes, the delighted gleam, the happy smile... Anna's heart surged with affection for her sister, even as her pussy went numb, and she could barely feel her belly. This was -right-, this was -correct-. She couldn't have made love to her sister any more perfectly than this..
 
And she never even got to savor her sister's taste. Pity.
 
"It's time to get you off that pole, Anna." Elsa decided happily, rubbing her freshly finger-fucked cunt back into arousal. "You're basically done, and I think the ambient heat will finish the job. You'll basically cook yourself!"
 
"Nnnhhh, hahhh, y-yesss, I, I should probably..." Anna wobbled, whimpering a little as her legs buckled slightly under her. "Oohh. I, ahh, I m-might not be a-able to s-stand much longer...."
 
"Here." Elsa gestured and a set of high heels began to grow around Anna's feet, crystal clear ice transformed into slowly rising platforms with stiletto heels. "These should get you off the pole. just hold onto my hand so you don't fall, okay?" Elsa instructed as she extended her ice-cold hand for her sister to hold.
 
Anna was panting, her feet already growing cold by the time the platform heels finished growing, wobbling and shivering as the rising height helped with the rising heat in her gut. She had to lift a leg awkwardly and gave a hot, hissing sob as the tip of the spike scraped across her mound on the way out of her pussy, leaving her gasping and hobbling with tiny mincing steps as Elsa carefully led her away from the instrument of her pussy's demise "Annnhhh, g-god, I f-feel.. I feel..."
 
She saw the stare and where her sister was staring, and gave a tiny, soft smile, watching Elsa unconsciously moisten her lips. "I feel so sexy when you look at me like I am meat, my Queen...."
 
"God, Anna..." Elsa whispered staring at her thoroughly fried and roasted cunt dribbling oil down her thighs. "You've never looked sexier."
 
Anna's sex was cooked open, oil dripping, steaming with an incredible aroma in an obscene tableau that Elsa just couldn't pull her gaze away from. "I've never wanted to eat anything more in my life..."
 
Anna blushed and gave a shy smile, gasping a little as she took a slightly-too-wide step and wincing a little. "Um, I would curtsy, my Queen, b-but I seem to -have trouble bending... I s-suppose that it might be that I have been cooked to your satisfaction?"
 
She could practically *feel* the steam escaping from her hot sex, her thighs red from first-degree burns as much as the flush of arousal. her sex was seared to a warm golden color, and her clit stood at attention, as if it had died in mid-orgasm. Her petals were parted, seared stiff in that position by the heat of the spike that had cooked her, and a line of reddish flesh stretched up from her mound almost to her belly button, signifying how deep she had been cooked.
 
"You're the most perfectly cooked piece of meat I've ever seen, Anna." Elsa agreed, stroking her sister's body but avoiding touching her dinner just yet.. "Tell me. How does it feel? Being cooked like that? Knowing you're definitely dinner now? Knowing your cute little princess pussy is destined for my belly, and you're going to become a sexy little statue for me to masturbate to?"
 
Anna swallowed, wincing a little as her sister was leading her towards a small, circular table. "W-Well, I won't deny that it *hurt,* a *lot.* B-But seeing how happy it makes you?"
 
The cooked sister paused to smile softly at her Queen. "It's worth the pain, to see you so happy..."
 
Elsa began to expand Anna's high heels until they were a solid block around her sister's fee, and rooting them to the ground until Anna couldn't move her feet anymore, but Elsa, with her powers over Ice, still could.
 
The younger of the two sisters gasped quietly as she felt herself both lifted and exposed, trembling as her sister manipulated her, and instinctively grabbing at Elsa's hand as she was lifted and spread open, biting her lower lip and giving her sister a wide-eyed look of scared anticipation.
 
"Sit." Elsa ordered, extending the ice to Anna's knees and and pushing them apart until Anna was basically doing a squatting split, each foot pointed off to either side to display her pussy better for Elsa to consume
 
Anna gave a soft squeak, gasping as her legs were encased up to the knee, and forcibly opened, gasping as she found herself spread-legged and whimpering in soft fearful little mewls as her sister exerted her power over her in a way Elsa never had before. It both scared and excited her, to see this side of her sister, to know how much Elsa meant to take from her, and what it would mean for her sister's survival.
 
Elsa expanded her table around her sister, trapping Anna in the middle; a sexy half-snuffed centerpiece.
 
"Your pussy, I can carve it out of you and eat it in front of you... Or... I can... eat you out." Elsa admitted, clearly wanting the latter. "You should have a little feeling in your pussy still, which should I do to you, Anna?"
 
Anna gave a soft gulp, whimpering as she lay back sensuously on the ice-sculpture table that her sister had prepared for her. She lifted her hands above her head in a sensual stretch, then lifted herself on her hands to smile timidly at her sister. "I, I think.. I'd like you to savor my pussy, my Queen... C-carve me up and -eat- me..."
 
Elsa used her powers to create a wickedly sharp blade of ice in her hand. She loomed over her helpless, submissive sister as she approached ready to carve.
 
"Do you want a taste?" Elsa asked, as curious as a cat as she moved to slice off one of Anna's fat, meaty pussy lips.
 
"I, ahh..." Anna only realized she'd been carved when Elsa lifted the sliver of meat to her lips and began to chew. The sight of her sister, actually carving and -eating- her pussy like a roast duck excited and terrified her, made her throat swell shut with fear, horror, and yes, love and adoration. She had to swallow the lump in her throat twice to dislodge it enough to speak again, continuing, "I think the Queen alone should savor such s-sweat meats...."
 
"Mmmm... You're the *perfect* meal, Anna!" Elsa gushed as she sister's juices dripped from her lips. "Your lips are so crispy! And Juicy too! God! There's no way I'll be able to stop eating pussies if other girls taste anywhere as good as you, sis!"
 
Anna's left lip practically exploded in her mouth as Elsa bit into it once more. "Nnnngh! It's like you're cumming in my mouth with every bite!"
 
Anna bit her lip and whimpered softly, watching with wide, shy eyes as another sliver of her sex was carved off her perfectly-roasted pussy and her sister -moaned- while eating her meat. The sight of Elsa practically cumming from the delicious taste of her cooked pussymeat was making Anna aroused, and she no longer had a pussy to be aroused -with!- She whimpered as she watched a small drop of juice dribble down Elsa's chin as the Queen eagerly carved another piece of pussymeat from her sister and forked it into her mouth, giving another soft, aroused sight. "Mmmmm, I only wish I could taste you in the same way...."
 
 Elsa stopped eating, staring at her sister's face, searching for something.
 
"I suppose I could cook up my pussy for you, Anna." Elsa decided after a few seconds of silence. "If you really want it." Elsa added, shyly.
 
Anna sat up as much as her legs sheathed in ice would let her, her eyes wide, her mouth falling open in shock. "I, what, you, I, um...."
 
"If you want, I'd be happy to give you your choice of last meal." Elsa admitted, shifting her hips to try and get comfortable as the force of how much the idea of doing just that hit her. It was shocking! She'd never ever fantasized about it that way, with... with herself as the meal. But... now that it was Anna, *her sister,* asking...
 
Anna flushed and bit her lip shyly. God, was Elsa for -real?! Would she really....? "I asked m-merely to pleasure my Queen..... b-but if my sister w-wishes... I could not stop her...."
 
Her eyelashes fluttered softly as she gave her sister a soft, soulful look. "....I would not stop her.."
 
"Is that a yes?" Elsa teased, not wanting a submissive agreement. She wanted an honest yes or no from her sister before she turned her into a toy to masturbate with. Because if her sister wanted a taste of her sex... Elsa would happily give her it. After all, with her powers it wasn't like it had to be fatal.
 
Anna swallowed uncertainly, glancing shyly to where Elsa's hand rested lightly on her thigh, biting her lip and gazing up at her sister with a shy, tender smile. "I think... I'd like a taste.. b-before and. and after......"
 
"Then, let me finish my dinner, and I'll happily give you yours, okay?" Elsa decided, slicing off her sister's second pussy lip and lifting it to her mouth with a sultry grin on her gleaming teeth as she bit down, splattering Anna's freckled breasts with her own juice in the process.
 
Anna gasped at the warm splatter of her own cooked juices on her bare chest, whimpering and biting her lower lip as she stared up at her sister in shock. "You... will?!"
 
"Oh... Mmmmmmmm!!! Fuck! You're the most delicious thing in all of Arendelle, Anna!" Elsa gushed as she finished off the second lip, staring down at Anna's crispy defenseless clit.
 
The restrained girl gave a hot, whimpering mewl as she watched Elsa's ice-blade, finer than the keenest razor, circle slowly between her thighs,, then the sharp jab of her fork, and the Queen lifted her prize into view.
 
Anna's clit, neatly speared between the tines of the fork, held pinned by the hard metal, fat and swollen as if caught in the act of cumming. Anna gave a soft, shocked mewl as she watched her sister slowly lift the morsel and wrap her lips sensuously around the soft, seared sexflesh, close her eyes, tug her fork free of her lips, now without Anna's clit imprisoned on its iron tines, and -bit-.
 
The restrained sister shuddered as if Elsa had bit her clit while it was still alive, as her Queen gave a hot, soft, low moan of pleasure, making Anna lick her own lips in shy mimicry of the way Elsa was slowly licking up every last trace of Anna's sexjuices, completely lost in the taste-sensation of chewing and eating Anna's sex.
 
The younger sister blushed and looked away, feeling somehow obscene for seeing her sister in such a rapturous pose, and blinked as she saw what Elsa was doing with the fork, stroking and teasing her own clit with the blunt tines of the same instrument that had just transferred Anna's clit from her roast, to Elsa's mouth. The sight was too much, and Anna gave a soft, shy, tender moan of appreciation, unable to stop herself from appreciating how goddamn -sexy- her sister was being!
 
Elsa realized what she was doing as her sister moaned. The fork she held in her hand was now between her legs, touching her clit as she imagined fulfilling her promise to Anna; the cool metal tines gently grazing her clit as she enjoyed the taste of her sisters and wondered what her own might be like.
 
"I-If you keep that up, y-you're going to ruin m-my last m-meal, M-My Queen...." Anna tried to keep a teasing tone to her voice, but couldn't quite keep a chatter out of it either. God, she was so cold, her legs encased in ice and her rump and hands balancing her on this ice-cold table.
 
"Mmmm... we can't have that, can we?" Elsa agreed. "That's enough appetizers. I think It's time for the main course..." Elsa decided with a lustful stare at her sister's defaced and still-steaming sex.
 
Anna had been cooked all the way into her womb, her inner flesh flash fried from the flavored oils she'd forced her sister to fill her privates with. A part of Elsa wondered if she'd managed to fry Anna's ovaries as well.
 
Anna whimpered as her sister lowered the razor-keen blade of ice crystal to her sex and began carving. Little by little she felt the coolness of the blade slide deeper into her, working through her lower guts in a way that made her shudder uncontrollably She couldn't help it, and gave a grateful 'Thank you, my queen' when Elsa immobilized her hips with a few bands of ice, locking her tight to the tabletop as she slowly and carefully removed the perfectly-seared pussymeat from Anna's sleek belly.
 
"Nnnngh! This is the sexiest moment of my life, Anna... is it yours too?" Elsa asked as she reached in to grab her sister's sex between her fingers, her thumb sliding into the cleanly cut edge she'd made between Anna's cooked cunt and her still healthy flesh surrounding it.
 
"Hhhhhhahhhh... God, yes, Elsaaaahhh..." Anna gave a hot, pained gasp and her face contorted slightly. She gave a long, low, whimpering moan as her sex was slowly and delicately pulled from her body, gasping as the cooked meat of her pussy rubbed against the raw nerves of her stil-healthy flesh. "Mmmmmmhhh, I wish you'd done this -years- ago.... E-Even if I wasn't ready to say 'yes' back then...."
 
"Ahhh... I hhhope you enjoy doing this to many other g-girls, in the years to come..." She met her queen's wide-eyed stare with a smile of her own, panting and smiling softly as she felt her thoroughly-cooked womb slowly bump and grind its way through the tunnel of seared flesh carved in her belly, giving a soft, sighing moan as at least the pressure was released, and her cooked sex emerged onto Elsa's plate. "Mmmm, but I hope you remember me as the best you'll ever eat...."
 
"Of course I will, Anna." Elsa reassured her sister as she began to pull her main course free from Anna's shivering, shuddering body, every touch of her thumb against her healthy flesh an agony of pain after the numbness following her roasting. "How could they possibly replace you? You're my sister! You'll always have a special place in my heart!"
 
Elsa paused for a second to flash her sister a radiant grin, Anna's juices glistening on her lips. "And my stomach! Besides... princess is almost certainly a superior meal to peasant."
 
"No doubt." Anna gave a soft smile, panting shyly as she watched her sister begin to slice open her bloated womb, releasing the hot, flavorful steam from her bulging meat. "Nnnnnnhhh, god, I smell delicious..."
 
It looked like Anna's ovaries had been fried from the inside out. And the aroma! Anna was the most enticing piece of meet that Elsa had ever tried! Elsa carved off a small piece of the womb and stabbed it with a fork. "Do you want to try a piece?" Elsa offered, fairly sure her sister would refuse, but happy to offer a piece of her prize to the girl she'd harvested it from anyway.
 
"I.. nnnhh, I'm n-not sure, My Queen..." Anna was having trouble keeping her eyes open, and gave a wan smile up at her sister as she lay slumped back on the table. "I'm n-not sure I'll survive long enough to. to watch you finish eating me..."
 
"Let's fix that, then." Elsa decided summoning her magic and directing it to fill the void between Anna's legs. A pussy made of ice to stop the bleeding. Something more like her living minions than the unfeeling ice. Something soft that she can move, and touch, and feel and play with! Even once she froze Anna solid for her own pleasure.
 
The return of pressure drew a quiet hum from the reclining girl, a soft gasp as cold flooded her lower belly, warming to a pleasant fizzling, and finally, sensation returned, with a blossoming of hot, needy, insistent arousal. Anna's eyes widened and she gasped in surprise. "Y-You gave.... you gave it back...?!"
 
"Hardly. This new one doesn't fulfill its real purpose. It's not delicious at all." Elsa scoffed. "But yes, You have it back. If you hadn't begged for me to turn you into a nicely-snuffed statue You'd be able to live a nice long life with it. Though... Children are beyond you now..." Elsa explained as she carved one of Anna's perfectly pole-fried ovaries free and popped it in her mouth.
 
Anna gave a hot little gasp, squirming as lust flooded through her. The icy cold in her lower regions did nothing to mitigate the burning need that emanated from her loins, driving her to distraction with the dial sensations, even as she sobbed and whimpered and stared hotly up at her sister, watching as Elsa -ate- her sex, piece by succulent piece, carving and slicing, stabbing and consuming her with wanton delight.
 
The sight was more than enough to entice her, and Anna reached down between her spread thighs, gasping at the icy cold of the soft icy flesh between her legs. "I. how? How did you... it's like Olaf, isn't it? your s-snowman?"
 
"Our snowman." Elsa corrected as she held the ovary in her teeth before chomping down, showering her mouth with Anna's juices and destroying even the faintest hope Anna might have had of children. Anna was *hers* and she wasn't willing to share her with anyone! Not even nieces and nephews. "As a pussy, it's mostly functional? If you survive being frozen you'll definitely be able to feel me playing with it."
 
"Nnnnnggghh!!!! Your Ovaries are your best part Anna! You won't be getting a taste. I'll be keeping mine, for the good of the monarchy." Elsa praised.
 
The gasping girl on the tabletop smiled softly, feeling the icy pussy between her legs swell exactly as her own would have done, as she fingered her new pussy even as she watched her sister destroy the old one, panting and mewling softly as she beamed happily at at the praise. "Thank you, My Queen. I spent many years making sure it was the best pussy for you...."
 
"It's certainly the tastiest pussy I've ever eaten!" Elsa smiled back as she sliced a piece from Anna's perfectly fried pussy. She'd devoured her sister's entire womb, save for her remaining ovary, a treat she was saving for last. Anna's sex was wonderful! perfectly cooked and herbed and seasoned. "Mmm! It really is a shame I can't regrow your pussy for real. I'd love too keep you here, trapped in my bedroom, available any time I wanted a snack, or a *fuck.*" Elsa teased.
 
Anna gave a soft, shy smile at that last. "W-Well, if you f-freeze me into an ice statue, y-you could always a-animate me later...."
 
"mmmm... Even if you survive the process, I'd be in control, not you. I'd be moving your fingers... your tongue..." Elsa admitted.
 
"S-So?" Anna gave a soft, aroused moan, plunging a finger into her icy pussy. "You could t-treat me as an a-animated s-s-sextoy..."
 
"That does have some appeal," Elsa admitted, her fork playing with her clit once more, rubbing Anna's juices against her sensitive nub. "Mmmmm! Would you like that? Being Aware, Awake, *helpless* as I use you for my pleasure?" Elsa pried, an intense look in her eyes. "Is *that* what you want, Anna? To be my *fucktoy?*"
 
The princess gulped and gave a shy, tentative smile, her cheeks starting to flush with color after her near-death experience, her fingers still teasing her icy clit. "I've wanted it ever since I started wanting *you,* my queen...."
 
"Those snowmen we used to make?" Anna gave a soft blush and a wider smile. "I kept envying them. I wanted to *be* them. To be *your* snow-woman. To be yours..."
 
"You are. And you will be." Elsa reassured her. "I might use you to warm up a peasant girl or two for me before I snuff them, but otherwise? You're all mine, Anna. The only sex toy I need." Elsa promised as she bit down on yet another slice of taste Anna-meat, before leaning in to give her sister a kiss with her Anna-coated lips.
 
The two sisters kissed like that passionately for several seconds, Anna eagerly tasting herself on her sister's lips, whimpering and moaning in delight and joy as she hugged her sister close, finally letting Anna up with a soft sigh and a wide smile. "H-Hurry up and finish your meal, My Queen..... A-After all, you promised me a meal in return...."
 
"Of course... I wouldn't want you to die hungry." Elsa admitted before pausing, with a serious look. "Anna, I know you asked for me to freeze you as a last request, but you thought that giving me your pussy would be fatal. Is freezing still what you want? I'd love to end your life, Anna. I'd *love* to turn you into my own, personal sextoy! But... I want to make sure you want it too, even if it's only because you want to please your queen." Elsa confessed, her naked need coming clearly across in her request.
 
"Shhhhh...." Anna gave a soft, tender chuckle, and kissed her sister again, softer and more tender this time. It's what I want, My Queen.. To serve, and to service, to please and to pleasure, to be fucked, and forgotten..."
 
Elsa couldn't help herself, her fingers slipped down to her pussy, teasing her clit with brief flicks of cold. "Mmm... That's *Perfect,* Anna! You're perfect..."
 
Her cheeks were bright pink as she gave a tender soft smile. "I want to savor my last meal, before you turn me into a living ice-sculpture, to be directed and used as your personal fucktoy, less independent even than those ice monsters you made to guard your mountain palace..."
 
Elsa's fingers sunk into the depths of her sex as she listened to her sister outline her fantasy. "yes..." She whispered, not even realizing her lips were moving as she sunk into the fantasy, staring at her sister and her new Ice-pussy as it drew her eyes between Anna's legs.
 
"I want you to take me, Elsa." Anna swallowed and stared up into her sister's eyes with all sincerity. "I want you to *snuff* me, and make me your personal sextoy.... I don't care if I wind up nothing more than a statue, as long as I can still *sate* your desires..."
 
"Yes!" Elsa agreed, her gasp loud enough that even she could hear it as she fingerfucked herself to a juicy, horny mess.
 
"... I've been masturbating to the idea of being like a me-version of Olaf ever since last year..." She bit her lip shyly and gave a soft giggle. "I almost wish you didn't find me in time, and that I froze completely for you... The feeling of the coldness in my heart... it still makes me wet..."
 
"God, Anna! I've never wanted to snuff you more than right now, in this moment! I want to do that to you. All of it! You're wasted as a princess, Anna. You're the perfect, freshly snuffed sex toy! I want to end you so bad, Anna! I almost can't wait!!" Elsa announced, frantically finger-fucking herself into an erotic frenzy.
 
The shy princess gave a happy smile, shifting and squirming as she teased her ice-pussy for her sister's amusement and enjoyment.
 
"I want to give you your last meal, really, I do... But... I also want to keep it from you. To snuff you and mount you force you to fuck me with that tongue of yours until I cum all over your face, my arousal freezing to the ice over and over again until no one can recognize you but me..."
 
"Oh god, please, my Queen!" Anna moaned hotly, gasping in lust at seeing her sister so aroused, "Please, turn me into your personal, private, pleasure-sculpture, anonymous and unknown to anyone save you... God the idea of being rendered f-faceless by your pleasure....!"
 
"B-But...." She swallowed softly and gave a hot, lusty look up at her gorgeous Queen, spreading her cold lips and teasing her frigid clit. "Please, p-promise me that you'll s-serve up the Royal Pussy at s-some time in the future? To s-some worthy woman who's e-earned the privilege?"
 
"Oh? I can't serve my pussy to a peasant woman, Anna... But, if you have a suggestion for another Princess I should seduce... I'd be willing to listen..." Elsa admitted.
 
Anna bit her lip and squirmed shyly. "Y-You remember that d-deligation we had from Agrabah...?" Oh, it was memorable all right, the Princess had been there, Yazmin, or Jasmine or something like that, who had been a warm, cocoa-colored confection of delicious curves and delightful personality.
 
Elsa and jasmine had actually hit it off quite well, despite, or perhaps because of, their extremely different upbringings and environments. The desert sands of Agrabah had sounded hellish to Anna, but the delightful excitement Elsa had shown was a reminder of the happy, chipper, excitable girl she had been, before their parents died.
 
"Their certainly seemed interested, My Queen, warm and loving, teasing and delightful..." Anna wracked her brain and smiled happily. "and smart too! Didn't she show up your court accountant by pointing out math errors in his presentation on the royal treasury?"
 
Anna bit her lip softly and gave a shy smile as she took her sister's free hand, allowing Elsa to continue to continue to tease her soft, pure pussy with the tines of the fork. "I-If I may make so bold, My Queen.... she would be a wonderful Consort to the Royal House... if not your wife..."
 
"A consort... or a wife... I'll think about it I suppose? But... If it's Jasmine... I think... I'd really enjoy seducing and snuffing her. Breaking down her every resistance and objecting and turning her into dinner and a sex toy? Or... Or maybe a trophy? But..." Elsa paused, blushing. "I... I could see letting her have a last meal, first." She added with a glance and a tender touch down at her own sex.
 
"Just so long as you use *me* on her too...." Anna blushed shyly and gave a happy smile. "If she's going to get to eat your pussy the least I could do is tend to hers while she does so..."
 
"God Anna, I... I'm sorry i couldn't give you your last meal, but I just... I need to snuff you, now. I... I won't cook it for you, but... if you want a taste of what you're missing... I'll let you lick me." Elsa paused, her blush almost fully encompassing her face now. "B-before I finally snuff you."
 
"Please...!" The word was a husky whisper, a soft, half-gasp, half-sob of want, yearning, desire, and adoration, as Anna leaned back, panting and fucking her ice-pussy urgently with one hand as she held her sister's hand in a tight, needy grip with the other.
 
Elsa let go of her sister's hand, standing up so Anna could see in her full glory. Hands now free Elsa used her power to turn Anna around and reshape the ice around her until Anna was bound in a completely new position.
 
Anna's feet were shoulder width apart, her knees bent at 90 degrees. Her hands were free, but her body rested on a plinth and her head formed the bottom of a beautiful throne of ice for Elsa to sit upon. A throne fit for a queen.
 
Anna was shivering as the ice curled around her, the table transforming to a throne, and whimpered in anticipation as she shivered and smiled up at her Sister. Planning to make me part of your throne forever, My Queen?"
 
"No. Not for the public anyway. But in here? Maybe for now. Until I decide to redecorate." Elsa admitted, rubbing her clit and rolling one of her nipples as she played with herself almost unconsciously.
 
"Are you ready Anna? once I cum, you'll die. You might still have awareness in your new form, you might still feel, but you won't be Anna anymore. You won't be anyone anymore. You'll be nothing but my sexy little toy." Elsa asked, reaching down to Stroke Anna's shivering cheek.
 
Anna twisted as much as she could to suckle on her sister's fingertip, meeting Elsa's eyes with a hot, aroused look of her own. "MMMmmmm... I-I'm ready, my Queen......"
 
"Then, as your queen, I order you to die for me, Anna! Make me cum, and I'll make sure it freezes you , over and over again until you're nothing but a sexy, faceless toy for me to play with, hidden under layer after layer of frozen joy!" Elsa demanded as she straddled her sister's face, eager and willing to carry this out to the end.
 
Anna gave a soft gasp as Elsa stepped around the throne, caressing the back which displayed Anna's body behind a sheet of transparent ice. She paused, smiling down at the seat of the throne, where her sister's head was cradled in an icy cushion. The Queen turned, stroking the armrests of her new throne, and slowly lowered herself, panting and giving a soft little mewl of anticipation.
 
"Are you ready, sis?" Elsa asked, her face filled with delight.
 
Anna was ready for her as Elsa sat, spreading her legs and gasping as the trapped girl's tongue eagerly and urgently parted the Queen's pussy. Low, passionate moans rose from the queen and her throne, Elsa arching as she clutched at the armrests, her legs spread wide as she ground her sex into her sister's face, while Anna tongued her fiercely, giving hot, trembling gasps as the ice of her throne-prison sapped her strength even as she savored her sister's pussy for the first, and last time.
 
Elsa was close. How could she not be knowing what she was about to do to her sister. What her sister had asked her to do to her? With the taste of Anna on her lips, Elsa practically melted into a pool of self-satisfaction as Anna gently ravaged her.
 
"Mmmmmhhh, ohgodsyoutastewonderful..." Anna's words came out in a lusty smear as she feasted on Elsa, hot, aroused, pleading moans rising from the Queen's seat as her sister tended urgently to the queen's needs.
 
"I'm close Anna! I'm soo sooo close!" Elsa admitted as her sister brought her nearer and nearer to the edge.
 
Anna could feel her sister growing juicier, her taste increasing, her lips swelling with her hot desire, her clit throbbing rapidly as Elsa's heart sped up. At the same time, her pussy felt so cold, and yet so warm at the same time, her fingers caressing it and teasing her clit with rhythmic, mechanical movements, unable to move her arms much in this posture as her sister sat on her face and ground into her, half-smothering her as she fervently -feasted- on her Queen's Royal Sex
 
God, she was so hot, so close, so... so cold....
 
"I'm cumming Anna! I'm cumming!" Elsa cried ecstatically as her sex clenched around Anna's tongue showering her with cum and freezing it.
 
Anna gasped one last time, feeling so very cold, shuddering at the cold, but it was starting to feel warmer as she dug her tongue as deep into Elsa's burning-hot sex as she could. She gave a soft, hollow moan, feeling her sister clench and spasm, feeling her legs shaking to either side of her head, felt the first few splurts of Elsa's cream as her Queen came all over her face.
 
She was so cold, numb, almost, but her Queen felt so warm, so warm, she loved her Queen, loved to make love to her, to please her, pleasure her, to do anything she said or ordered or intended for her to do. She felt so cold, her heart felt like it was freezing, her arms growing heavy, her icy pussy didn't feel so cold anymore, as her chilly legs seemed to warm.
 
This, this was good... Serving the Queen was good. It was what she was for, after all.
 
And as she mechanically ate her queen, Anna was no more, her frozen flesh icy cold against Elsa's hot pussy, her frosty tongue delving deep to quench the Queen's heat, her stiffening flesh softening again as Elsa's instinctive magic imbued her sister's rime-coated flesh with new life. A cold life, but still a life, just a different one. Subservient to her Creator's will.
 
Anna died as Elsa came, and her replacement, her sister's new sex-doll proceeded to eat the queen into a blissful, fucked-out sleep, slumped in the icy throne and giving soft, gasping moans of pleasure as her hips jerked and her juicy sex smeared cross the 's face, slowly erasing the last few traces of Anna's replacement with a thick layer of reflective, opalescent ice.
 
Anna would have been pleased with how she looked when her Queen was done with her.
 
THE END