Chapter 2

Anna woke up alone in that massive bed, still bundled tightly in the sheets. It was so comfortable and warm, she spent the next couple of minutes debating whether or not to even get out of it at all. Eventually, she won out over her laziness, struggling her way out of the covers.

Judging by the light streaming through the window, it was probably almost noon by now. White translucent curtains filtered the sunlight, meaning that the entire room was bathed in pure white. Anna was the only colorful thing in a world of monochrome.

She looked to the side of the bed, where her clothes had been the previous night. Instead, she saw a black nightshirt, carefully folded. On the top of the nightshirt, there was a note.

Your clothes are in the laundry. Short, sweet, and beautifully handwritten.

The shirt was thick and woolen, and even plusher than the bathrobe had been. Anna shrugged it on, buttoning it up fully.

Her eyes fell upon the closet. Out of curiosity, she opened it, surveying Elsa's full wardrobe.

All black and white. Not sure what I was expecting.

She closed the closet, walking towards the other door. A sizzling noise was coming from the other side.

Elsa was in the kitchen, hovering over a frying pan on the oven. When she heard the door open, she turned.

"Morning," she said warmly.

Anna looked at the clock. "Barely," she said, smiling.

"Shouldn't stop you from enjoying a nice warm breakfast," Elsa said.

"Really? Oh, that's so sweet of you, but I shouldn't impose-"

"Don't worry," Elsa said. "I'm happy to do it for you."

"If you insist," Anna said, sitting down at the table.

Elsa turned back to the stove, picking up a whisk and stirring the pan's contents vigorously.

She was, of course, formally dressed in a starched white shirt and black jeans. Anna could have been wearing a tuxedo and still felt underdressed.

Apart from the sounds of Elsa cooking, the room was silent. Anna just sat there, staring at Elsa.

She smiled. Christ, she's so beautiful.

Elsa suddenly turned around, catching Anna in the act of staring. Anna blushed.

Elsa said nothing at first, grabbing a spatula. Then, she chuckled.

"They say it's rude to stare," she said. "But when it's you, for some reason, I don't mind at all."

Anna laughed again, this time almost giggling. "I can't help if I find you worth staring at."

"Couldn't have said it better myself," Elsa said.

She grabbed a plate from an overhead cabinet, then deposited the contents of the pan – a white omelet – onto the plates. In the same fluid motion, she placed the plate on the table in front of Anna.

"Egg white omelet," she explained. "Tastes lighter and fluffier than the regular kind." She grabbed a knife and fork, elegantly setting the table.

"You're big on black and white, aren't you?" Anna said, cutting off a piece.

"Maybe on the surface," Elsa said, looking at Anna expectantly.

Anna thought about this remark for a moment, perplexed. Her confusion soon turned to surprise as she took the first bite of her omelet.

"Are these…Jalapenos?" Anna asked.

"And bell peppers, and hot sauce," Elsa said, smiling. "The best way to start any day."

Anna took another bite. "This is amazing," she said.

Elsa's smile widened. "I'm glad to hear you say that."

For a while, Anna simply ate, Elsa watching her in silent adoration.

Then, Anna started to think about how to ask the uncomfortable question.

Finally, when she had finished the omelet and Elsa took the plate away, Anna decided it was the right time.

"Elsa?" she said, a little nervous.

"Hmm?" Elsa responded from behind her, fiddling with the dishwasher.

"So, um…when were you planning to take me back to my home?"

The sound of rattling dishes faded into silence. Elsa said nothing.

"I mean, I wasn't thinking about leaving right now, of course," Anna said hurriedly. "But I will need to go home eventually, you know?"

Again, Elsa moved so quickly and silently that Anna never heard her approach. She wrapped her arms around Anna from behind, one hand on the top button of her nightshirt.

It occurred to Anna how little she was actually wearing.

"I'll answer your question with one of my own," Elsa said.

She ran her fingers through Anna's hair. Anna felt a tingling sensation in her body.

"Let's say that the answer to your question was, in fact, 'right now'. You'd get dressed, get in my car, and I'd take you back to your home."

Her fingers traced the outline of the button. Then she undid it.

Anna started shivering.

"What would the rest of your day be like?" Elsa continued. "You could watch some television, read a book, or maybe even go to the movies if you were feeling particularly…"

Her hand moved down to the second button.

"…adventurous," Elsa finished, opening it as well.

Anna looked up at Elsa. Her face was calm, but dissatisfied, a look of longing and loneliness spoiling her otherwise immaculate features.

"And if I decided…if you decided to not take me home right away?" Anna asked. "If I ended up spending the rest of the day with you?"

Elsa smiled. She reached down into Anna's open shirt, placing a hand on her breast.

"In that case, who knows what might happen?" she said.

Her fingers converged on Anna's nipple. She applied pressure.

Anna cried out, in equal parts pain and pleasure.

"I'm sure you can figure out the gist of it," Elsa continued, "but I'll try to throw in a curveball or two."

On the word 'curveball', her grip tensed. Anna inhaled sharply as Elsa squeezed, arching her back reflexively.

"So, what do you think?" Elsa asked, breathing the question softly into Anna's ear. "Go home, and return to your normal world, or stay with me for a few more hours?"

Her fingers hovered over the third button expectantly.

Anna managed a chuckle. "I don't feel like I have much choice in the matter."

"You always have a choice," Elsa said. "I can't help it if this one's more obvious than most."

Elsa didn't move an inch, waiting for Anna's response.

Anna sensed that, even in this position, half-naked and in Elsa's arms, she was the one truly in control here.

Fortunately, at this point, they both wanted the same thing.

Anna looked her in the eyes. "It'd be a shame to stop at this point," she said, grinning.

All of a sudden, Anna felt herself spinning around as Elsa turned the chair 180 degrees.

"I couldn't agree more," Elsa said. She leaned in and kissed Anna.

Anna returned the kiss, wrapping her arms around Elsa.

Elsa's right hand moved swiftly down the front of Anna's body, pulling apart the remaining buttons on her shirt.

Then, once she reached the bottom of the shirt, her hand shot forward. With an open palm, she began rubbing Anna's clitoris.

Again, warmth shot through Anna's body. She broke off the kiss, as she suddenly found herself short of breath. She started to gasp short, shallow breaths.

Elsa kept rubbing, so fast and hard that Anna would have begged her to slow down, if she could have still formed a cohesive sentence by now. Her mind was awash with passion, and she could see little more than blinding light.

With her free hand, Elsa lifted Anna's arms above her head. Anna, now with nothing to support her and in no condition to stand, started to slide out of both her chair and her shirt. Elsa went down with her, gently lowering her to the floor with her left hand even as her right worked its magic.

Anna moaned, her body pressed hard against the cold linoleum tile. She felt her pleasure building, twice as fast as it had the night before. Elsa had been gentle that time. Not anymore.

Now Elsa was breathing heavily from shear exertion. Her breaths came faster and louder until the two of them were synchronized. Her face was set in determination.

Anna's pleasure grew further still, until she began to wonder if she would reach orgasm, or simply burst into flames.

Then Elsa brought her head down and closed her lips around Anna's nipple.

That pushed her over the limit.

Anna climaxed, her scream echoing around the white walls of the kitchen.

Elsa's hand began to slow down, eventually coming to a stop. The two of them simply lay there, panting.

After a few moments, the calm was interrupted by a faint beeping off in the distance.

"You're clothes, in the dryer," Elsa explained. "They're ready for you to wear."

"Now why would I want to do that?" Anna said mischievously.

Elsa smiled, then leaned in to kiss her again.

It was a good answer. Quite possibly the perfect answer.