(Disney) Branded
April 5th, 2014 19:12![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
salmon_pinkTitle: Branded
Fandom: Disney (Frozen)
Pairing: Anna/Elsa
Rating: PG-13
Words: 460
Notes: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
100_women, prompt "conceal".
There are a few raised eyebrows amongst the castle staff that morning, but thankfully nobody comments. Elsa keeps her head held high, nods graciously when addressed, and tries not to sweat too obviously.
She has to use her powers to lower her body temperature a few times, and she can only hope she’s managed to be inconspicuous about that in a way she clearly isn’t being with her choice of clothes.
She’d promised that the castle gates would never close again after the events of her coronation, and she’s been true to her word. Townspeople bustle through the courtyard, carrying goods or simply taking in the crisp morning air, and Elsa tries to keep her gait natural, tries not to draw attention to herself as she crosses the grounds.
Of course, being the queen means it’s rather difficult to travel anywhere throughout Arendelle without drawing attention to herself, and the townspeople smile and bow and curtsey and wave their greetings. Elsa responds to them all, trying not to rush, trying to appear casual, almost there, almost there. Almost back within the safety of the castle walls, morning duties accomplished, when she hears a young girl’s voice ask, “Why isn’t the queen wearing her sparkly dress?”
The girl’s mother shushes her child gently, but the damage is done and Elsa can feel the blush blooming across her face, skin throbbing wickedly beneath the high collar of her clothes. Every inch of her body covered by fabric in a way it hasn’t been since her powers were revealed, every inch concealed, and she’d promised herself it would never be that way again, but for this it is a necessity.
She’s going to have revenge on her sister, that much is certain. The random pattern of deep red love-bites in the exact shape of Anna’s mouth feels sensitised and raw, peppered over Elsa’s shoulders and chest and throat, every rasp of her clothes against them sending a shiver of sensation through her body as she remembers the heat of Anna’s mouth against her skin.
Oh yes, she will find a way to get Anna back for this. For the embarrassment, for the mischievous smirk on Anna’s lips as she’d admired her handiwork, even as Elsa blustered about how she’d have to keep her skin covered until they healed, about how Anna should have known better.
Of course, Anna does know better, but she knows Elsa even better than that. And she knows exactly what this does to Elsa. High-necked and long-sleeved dresses may hide her kiss-bruises from the townspeople, but Elsa can feel them on her skin like a brand, marks of ownership that will leave her dizzy and squirming and yearning until the next time she can have Anna’s lips upon her.
Fandom: Disney (Frozen)
Pairing: Anna/Elsa
Rating: PG-13
Words: 460
Notes: For
100_women, prompt "conceal".There are a few raised eyebrows amongst the castle staff that morning, but thankfully nobody comments. Elsa keeps her head held high, nods graciously when addressed, and tries not to sweat too obviously.
She has to use her powers to lower her body temperature a few times, and she can only hope she’s managed to be inconspicuous about that in a way she clearly isn’t being with her choice of clothes.
She’d promised that the castle gates would never close again after the events of her coronation, and she’s been true to her word. Townspeople bustle through the courtyard, carrying goods or simply taking in the crisp morning air, and Elsa tries to keep her gait natural, tries not to draw attention to herself as she crosses the grounds.
Of course, being the queen means it’s rather difficult to travel anywhere throughout Arendelle without drawing attention to herself, and the townspeople smile and bow and curtsey and wave their greetings. Elsa responds to them all, trying not to rush, trying to appear casual, almost there, almost there. Almost back within the safety of the castle walls, morning duties accomplished, when she hears a young girl’s voice ask, “Why isn’t the queen wearing her sparkly dress?”
The girl’s mother shushes her child gently, but the damage is done and Elsa can feel the blush blooming across her face, skin throbbing wickedly beneath the high collar of her clothes. Every inch of her body covered by fabric in a way it hasn’t been since her powers were revealed, every inch concealed, and she’d promised herself it would never be that way again, but for this it is a necessity.
She’s going to have revenge on her sister, that much is certain. The random pattern of deep red love-bites in the exact shape of Anna’s mouth feels sensitised and raw, peppered over Elsa’s shoulders and chest and throat, every rasp of her clothes against them sending a shiver of sensation through her body as she remembers the heat of Anna’s mouth against her skin.
Oh yes, she will find a way to get Anna back for this. For the embarrassment, for the mischievous smirk on Anna’s lips as she’d admired her handiwork, even as Elsa blustered about how she’d have to keep her skin covered until they healed, about how Anna should have known better.
Of course, Anna does know better, but she knows Elsa even better than that. And she knows exactly what this does to Elsa. High-necked and long-sleeved dresses may hide her kiss-bruises from the townspeople, but Elsa can feel them on her skin like a brand, marks of ownership that will leave her dizzy and squirming and yearning until the next time she can have Anna’s lips upon her.
