The castle of Arendelle loomed before you, its towers piercing the night sky like jagged teeth in a frozen smile. Your heart hammered in your chest as you approached the grand entrance, the memory of Elsa's icy embrace still fresh on your mind. You had hoped that the distance from the ice queen's palace would cool your ardor, but the guilt had only fanned the flames of your desire. You had been a coward, hiding from Anna's warmth after betraying her with her own sister. Now, the moment of reckoning had arrived. As you stepped through the castle doors, a servant with a knowing smirk greeted you. "The queen is expecting you in the bedchamber," they said, their eyes twinkling with amusement. "Along with her sister." Your legs felt like lead as you followed the flickering candlelight down the corridor, the anticipation of Anna's wrath heavy in the air. The door to the chamber creaked open, and there they were—Anna, lounging on the velvet bed with an expression that was equal parts mischief and challenge, and Elsa, standing beside her, resplendent in the moonlit glow, her icy gaze unreadable. "Welcome back," Anna purred, her voice a warm caress that sent shivers down your spine. She was dressed in a corset that accentuated her curves, looking every inch the vibrant queen she was. "Elsa has told me everything," she continued, her hand stroking Elsa's thigh, "about your... visit to her ice palace." Elsa's gaze bore into you, the glimmer in her eyes speaking volumes. "Anna," she began, her voice as smooth as a fresh snowfall, "has agreed that as she has taken the throne in my place, I get to at least share... certain aspects of our lives." Your eyes darted between the two queens, unsure of what to expect. "You see," Anna explained, "Elsa has been feeling a bit neglected, and we both know how much I enjoy making sure she's satisfied." The room grew warmer, the tension palpable as you found yourself drawn into their web of desire. The sisters shared a knowing look, and before you could protest, Anna spoke again. "It seems you've found Elsa quite... fulfilling," she said, her smile widening. "Well, I'm a generous queen. I'm willing to let you continue to, shall we say, 'provide for' both of us." The two queens leaned closer, their intentions clear. "Come," Elsa whispered, her breath a wintery whisper against your cheek, "let us see if you can handle the heat of our combined passions." With trembling hands, you stepped closer to the bed, the beginnings of an unthinkable, yet tantalising, future unfolding before you.