A Snowy Sisters Winter Adventure

Hello fabulous readers, and welcome to the winter installment of my seasonal festivals stories, which I've categorized as an fantasy romance based (very) loosely on

The Snow Queen

by Hans Christian Andersen. It also contains references to the first

Frozen

movie, which I thought fitting considering it too is based somewhat on Andersen's tale. Don't worry if you're not familiar with one or both of these works, for I've attempted to write in a way that no prior knowledge of either is necessary to enjoy the story.

I don't know if this is necessary or not, but just to cover my ass I'm declaring upfront that I didn't create nor do I have any of the rights to these works, that of course being Disney and Mr. Andersen, with whom I am in no way associated. Nor am I trying to promote the works or any values/ideas expressed in them, I'm just someone who appreciates their creative merits as a lover of winter and all the cool (pun intended) things associated with the season. In other words, my intention is to entertain, nothing more.

However, please be aware of a few things before beginning. One, it's not a sex-from-the-first-sentence kind of thing. If you've read some of my other works you know I like to weave sex in with a compelling story that enhances the overall experience. While this method leads to longer, slow-burn works, I think you'll enjoy the ride. However, if you don't enjoy these kinds of stories, then please stop now.

And two, keep in mind this work contains elements that some may find offensive - magic, oral sex, fingering, masturbation, a bit of nonhuman on nonhuman sex play (elf on elf, if you want specifics), costumes and roleplay, elements of mind control, graphic incest, not to mention a vulgar and foul-mouthed snowman who would no doubt be facing multiple sexual harassment and defamation suits if he really existed.

And of course, all characters talking about or doing sex stuff are 18 or over, sometimes

a lot

over. Thanks, and enjoy the story!

*

"Are you sure you're up for this, Riley?" my brother Finn asked for the umpteenth time as we drove our way toward the annual winter festival, the road like a dark gray snake winding through the snow-smothered fields and woods around us.

And for the umpteenth time, I answered him. "Yes, dorkface, I am. Now stop trying to weasel out of your promise to your sweet, innocent sister," I said teasingly, giving him my best helpless puppydog look. "You promised me a fun day at the Winter Festival, and I intend to collect in full."

He chuckled at that. "Sweet? Questionable. Innocent? Hardly. And I wasn't trying to weasel out of anything, I just wanted to be certain you hadn't changed your mind."

"Well, now you've made certain," I said drily, smoothing out some wrinkles in my sleeve. "For like, the fiftieth time. I think certainty has been well and truly established, don't you? We're going to the winter festival like we have been for the past seventeen years,

and

in full costume, as per the terms laid out in our wager. Which you lost, by the way. Badly. So that means the whole shebang, even ice-skating."

He let out a long sigh of resignation. For even though he was a decent ice-skater, maybe even better than me, he considered it a demeaning activity. "Fine," he said, scratching at his longish blonde hair, which had been cut and styled according to my exact specifications to match the character I'd chosen for him to play, even accompanying him to the barber just to be sure. "But of all the winter-themed getups that must exist out there," he griped, did you have to pick these?"

I giggled. While going to the Winter Festival was an annual tradition, going in full costume was the result of a bet I'd won with my brother regarding who could craft a better cutout snowflake. "Hey, what can I say?" I said, nudging him playfully with my elbow. "Never gamble with woman and her love of all things winter, for you might just find yourself going to a festival dressed as Kristoff, escorted by yours truly, the adorable and delightful Anna from

Frozen

, the best movie ever," I said, rubbing at my braided red hair.

After all, what movie was more fitting for a girl obsessed with winter, a quirk I'd inherited from our father, although I took it to a whole other level. Every year, almost as soon as the clock struck midnight on December 1st (Which I considered the official start of the season, even if the dour calendar insisted it was the 21st), I flooded our house and yard with all sorts of wintry décor - blue and silver tinsel, snowflake lights, luminous icicles, and inflatable snowmen engaged in a snowball fight were just a few of the many delightful seasonal accoutrements you could expect to see around our residence during the most awesome season of the year.

And as for my costume today, well, I'd always preferred Anna over her more popular sister, and not just because we shared a similar hair color and a tendency toward freckling. Unlike magical Elsa, Anna had to make her way without magic, relying solely on her wits and courage to see her through, something I could admire and identify with. Not only that, but it finally gave me the opportunity to get my brother in a Kristoff costume at last after years of begging and cajoling.

"Besides, I think you make quite the handsome ice harvester," I said, and it wasn't just flattery to assuage his obvious discomfiture, genuinely admiring him in his thick dark tunic with fur-lined collar and matching trousers with a wide burgundy sash around his waist, fur-lined boots with pointed tips on his feet. "And just think of it as practice for your future career as a forest ranger, since there's a lot of similarities between that and Kristoff's occupation. I mean, in both fields you have to spend time outdoors and deal with animals and nature and stuff, right?"

He gave me a glance, as if doubting the dubious connection I'd made between the two careers. "Speaking of which, I'm surprised you didn't rent a reindeer or something for the day to really complete the look."

I smiled at that, for I really had looked into acquiring one for the day to play the part of Sven, Kristoff's reindeer companion in the movie, only to be turned away once the guy at the reindeer ranch (yes, I actually found one!) discovered what I'd wanted it for. Probably for the best, I considered, since I don't think the festival folks would've liked the piles of steaming presents the animal would've inevitably left around the grounds. Oh well, I'd just have to settle for feeding one of the reindeer at the festival's petting zoo the carrot I'd brought along.

"Yeah well, you know what they say, reindeers are better than people. But unfortunately this time of year all the really good reindeer are worn out after having dragged around a fat guy in a red suit not too long ago," I joked, and we both laughed.

"And now, on to more important matters," I said, after we'd both settled down, tapping the toe of my boot impatiently. "Well? I'm waiting."

"For?" he asked confusedly.

"For my compliment. "I told you how nice you looked in your outfit, most of which I made by hand, thank you very much, and now it's time for you to make a kind remark about mine." I threw up my hands, rolling my eyes. "Jeez, you're so clueless. No wonder you can't find a good woman."

"Hey," he protested, "I do just fine with the ladies, thank you very much."

I smirked. "Too fine, and that's the problem. With his good looks and silver tongue, my brother had never been lacking when it came to quantity of female companionship, although from what I'd seen the quality left something to be desired. "And I said a

good

woman, not those cheap tramps you're always hanging around with looking for a fast score. You know, one you wouldn't be ashamed to bring home for your sister to meet."

He squirmed uncomfortably, as he always did when I nailed him with an uncomfortable truth. "I'm not ashamed, it's just because I knew you'd find a problem with them, just like you did with all the ones in high school," he countered.

I scoffed. "Well, brother dear, you have to admit it wasn't that hard, what with the girl with the donkey lips and personality to match. What was her name, Sally? Or how about the ditzy blonde with the beach ball bazongas who turned out to be not so ditzy, and was just using you to make her hulking football player boyfriend jealous? Worked like a charm, didn't it? Though I must say, that black eye he gave you really spruced up your senior picture. A black eye to match your black tie, as your friend Ned put it. And from what I've seen online, your choices at college weren't much better."

He grimaced. "Alright, alright, but at least I'm out there trying, and having fun along the way, instead of being so selective I'm sitting home most Saturday nights," he countered, a not-so-subtle dig at me, "singing along to Frozen for the thousandth time."

"Okay, now that's just slanderous," I retorted, "since I know for a fact that I've only seen it three hundred and fifty-eight times," I pointed out. Yes, I kept an exact count, just in case I broke a world record or something. "And don't pretend you don't enjoy belting out those songs either, because I have a recording of you performing a rather touching rendition of

Do You Want To Build a Snowman?,

should I ever need it for blackmail purposes. Besides, it's important to have standards."

"Fine, but where have those high standards gotten you?" he asked. "Have they helped you bag Mr. Right yet? Or even have a date lately?"

"No," I conceded. In fact, my last relationship, if one bad outing could be called that, had ended with me throwing ice water in his pervy face when he'd tried to touch, no, squeeze my boobs after we'd known each other for all of an hour. But Finn didn't need to know that, mostly because he'd probably go out and beat the crap out the guy and get himself hurt or arrested. "But what about your take-all-comers policy? Are there wedding bells and sunny bliss in your immediate future? Should I buy a bridesmaid's dress?"

He let out a long sigh. "Can we just change the subject, please?"

So that was a no, then. "Alright," I said with just a pinch of smugness. "So, how about that compliment?"

"Huh? Oh, right," he said, glancing my way. "You look very nice in that colorful...getup."

I huffed. "It's not a getup, it's a bunad, and it's actual, traditional Norwegian clothing. You know, just like Anna got at Wandering Oaken's Trading Post and Sauna when she first met Kristoff," I corrected him, looking down at my costume and taking pride in how I'd nailed the outfit down to the last detail. I mean, had everything - the long-sleeved sky-blue blouse (although I'll admit mine was a bit lower cut than then the more modest movie character's), a black bodice with gold trim and multicolored rose prints on it (again, with a lower cut because even though my breasts weren't the largest in the world didn't mean I didn't like showing them off, so just think of me as PG-13 Anna)

Wait, there's more - (I'll get back to the story in a minute, I promise, but I worked really hard on this outfit) magenta cape with purple linings, a medium-length, dark blue skirt with floral prints, and black heeled leather boots with gold linings and magenta soles, topped off with some bright magenta lipstick that really stuck out against my pale skin. A pair of turquoise Mittens sat beside Kristoff's' olive ones on the dash, along with a magenta bonnet with purple lining. Hey, when I do a costume, I do it right!

"Okay, fine, your

bunad

is great," Finn said irritably. "But that's not the point. The point is, this is weird, you know? I mean, aren't Kristoff and Anna like, boyfriend and girlfriend in the movie?"

"Yeah, and I heard they even got engaged in the second movie, although I don't know for sure since I haven't seen it," I said. Odd, I know, but I always feared seeing or even reading about the sequel would somehow diminish the magic of the first, so I never had, instead writing my own fanfiction versions of what I would have liked to have happened, imagining my own thrilling adventures in a wintry, magical land, and going with that. "What's your point?"

"My point is that we're brother and sister," he said. "Therefore, it's a little strange for us to be dressed as characters who are lovers in the film, isn't it?"

"Well, how do you know

they're

not siblings?" I pointed out with a mischievous grin, enjoying the startled expression on his face.

"What are you talking about?" he asked in a shocked tone. "There's no way!"

I shrugged, as unconcerned as if I was discussing a new tv show. "Sure there is. I mean, as far as I've gathered Kristoff's parents have never been revealed, so who's to say he's not some lost child of the royal family of Arendelle? Maybe a result of Anna's dad sowing some wild oats before or even after he married his queen? Who knows? Maybe Kristoff's banging his sister or half-sister and neither of them know it."

Like most brothers, Finn had a habit of going stuttering and stupid when his sister brought up anything that smelled of sex. As such I always teased him mercilessly, always asking how my ass looked in a particular pair of jeans, if a new bra pushed up my tits too much, or if a skirt showed off too much of my intentionally oiled and gleaming legs. And now I'd not only brought up intimate matters, but the even greater taboo of incest, so I could only imagine the shocked reaction I'd get out of him this time, already savoring the deliciousness of it.

But to my surprise (and disappointment) he didn't get flustered and launch into one of his sermons about how he didn't think I should talk about such things with him, or even flush red with embarrassment. Instead, he simply went quiet and reflective as he considered the matter. "Huh," he said after a moment, "I'd never considered that before, but it's an interesting theory."

I blinked at him. Of all the responses I'd expected, I hadn't even considered this rather calm and thoughtful one a remote possibility. Was he just messing with me, onto my little game and just acting all collected and cool while inside he was squirming? Or was he simply going along with me and my wild fantasies, deciding to take it easy with me after what had happened with dad?

Suddenly I felt a sharp pang in my chest at the memory, his loss still feeling fresh even though it'd been several months since it'd happened. Then a fact that I'd somehow forgotten over the course of the conversation flared in my mind - with him gone, our unknown mother out there in the wind God knows where, my brother was the only one I had left in the world, the only one I knew really cared about me. After all, he had taken a year off from school so I wouldn't have to go live with our ornery uncle out west.

And here I was being a jerk, trying to get a rise out of him.

"I'm sorry," I said quietly. "I shouldn't have said that. And if you're really uncomfortable with these outfits, we don't have to do this. We can just go to the festival as regular ol' Finn and Riley," I finished, trying to keep the disappointment from my voice.

He seemed to think about that for a few moments before he shook his head. "No, I'm the one who's being an ass here, making a big deal out nothing," he said. "I know how important this is to you, how long you worked on these outfits. So, let's go to this thing and be the best damned Anna and Kristoff ever, even better than the real characters. After all, a bet's a bet, and I'm no welcher."

And that's when I realized that this whole thing had never been about a bet. Finn knew how upset I still was about dad, and was finally agreeing to this cosplay, something he'd adamantly refused to do for the longest time, in an effort to make me feel better, to get me out of the shell I'd wrapped myself in the last few months. In that moment I think I loved him more than I ever had in my life, to the point my heart was about to explode with it. "Thanks," was all I managed to say.

"Besides, I think you might be on to an interesting premise for that third installment of the franchise I've heard about," he said wryly. "It certainly would generate that all-important buzz so critical to a movie's success, wouldn't it?" We both chuckled at that, and I knew that now that he was joking things were good between us again.

Or were they? I asked myself. For broaching the topic of incest, coupled with the surge of affection I was now feeling for my brother, had led to the formation of some unexpected and somewhat unsettling thoughts. If my brother really was the only one who really cared about me, who understood me, could being with him like...

that

really be so wrong? We already loved each other dearly, so would it really be so wrong to manifest that love physically? I pondered, feeling a faint but familiar warming sensation in a part of my body where I never should when thinking about my brother.

For if I was being honest, my incestuous theory about Anna and Kristoff hadn't just popped into my head out of the blue, it'd been one of the fanfiction scenarios I'd written about when considering the future of the

Frozen

cast after the first movie. I hadn't known why at the time, since I'd never had any real interest in incest before then, but the story seemed to have demanded to be written. After I'd finished it, I tucked it away on a flash drive that I then sealed in a lockbox and hid under my bed, never again looking at it, but always knowing it was there.

And another thing - I swear, not when I was writing it, nor at anytime since did I ever consider that it might in any way pertain to Finn and I. Until now, that is, and I now began to wonder if the story wasn't just an expression of what was going on in my subconscious. That would explain why I'd set such impossibly high standards for the man I wanted, and for the woman I thought my brother deserved, because deep down I really wanted us to be together, and therefore no one else would do.

Listen to yourself, you sick freak!

I admonished myself. You have a few weird moments, and now you're ready to pounce on your brother like some oversexed whore? How depraved are you? If Finn had any idea what you were considering, he'd stop the car right here and make you get out and walk home, and rightly so. He's right, you do need a date if you're thinking about ruining the only family bond you have left. It's illegal, it's wrong, and will lead to nothing but trouble. Forget about it, and get on with your life. Your normal life.

I sighed, bumping back against the headrest, the harsh admonishment of my conscience doing little to settle the growing heat in my groin.

*

"You've been awful quiet," Finn noted as we pulled into a parking spot at the festival. It was true, after the near-debacle that had almost messed up the whole day I'd retreated into myself, reevaluating my relationship with my brother in light of the epiphany I'd just had. And what had I resolved after all this soul searching? Not a damn thing, I concluded, letting out a long breath. Basically, my dilemma boiled down to this - should I talk to Finn about what I was feeling now, or wait and think things through a bit more first?

"Heads or tails?" I asked him as he slipped off his seatbelt.

He groaned. "Come on, Riles, you know I hate it when you do this, using me to make a decision and I don't even know what you're trying to decide. What is this time?"

"Heads or tails?" I demanded, more urgently this time. I did this form of a mental coin toss a lot with him, when I just couldn't decide on my own, and almost always the course of action he unknowingly picked for me ended up being the right one.