Infinity plus One: Drunk (Elsanna)

Elsa felt it was due time.

There was a clear bottle of red wine sitting at the center of her wooden desk and the queen was certain it had somehow obtained magical powers of its own, acquiring the ability to speak and calling out to her in the softest and sweetest whisper she had yet to hear.
It chanted: have me, drink me, savor me…

And Elsa was already twenty two years old.

Furthermore, she was the queen! How was it possible that having already passed the allotted age limit for drinking (that being twenty one years of age) and being the current queen, she had yet to taste what the adults within her kingdom went crazy over?

It was certainly ridiculous, Elsa coincided. So she stood, went over to her nearest cabinet to procure a tall wineglass and a refined bottle of red wine and returned to her chair ready to bask in one of the many liberties of adulthood.

Yet, she took more time staring at the bottle than retrieving the corkscrew from one of her desk’s drawers. And when she finally took the wine container from its resting place and unscrewed it, the overly sweet odor that invaded her nostrils almost made her gag.
She took it away from her nose and gulped down her nausea. She could do this, she told herself, she would do this.  

And she would do it right! So she ignored the smell and poured the wine up to the rim of the glass.

Elsa looked at it apprehensively, taking the glass in her left hand and lifting it to her lips. She ignored the anxiety that was brewing in the pit of her stomach and took the first sip.

It tasted like the strangest combination of bitter and sugary she had ever had the displeasure of tasting; bittersweet could not even begin to describe it.
But since she was a grown up woman, and she had heard that the first sip was always the worst one, she tried it again, this time as a huge gulp, moving the liquor around her mouth once before ingesting it.

That had been slightly less overbearing, she observed; her taste buds seemed to be getting accustomed to it already. The possibility filled her with a strange pride that urged her to imbibe the rest of the glass in a long chug.

Well! That had not been so bad. She was beginning to feel a rather peculiar tingling sensation on her tongue which she thought she enjoyed, but she was not sure. She was also uncertain of how much she liked the beverage. So she would need to try it again, for the sake of the five year old wine, of course.

Elsa, the Queen of Arendelle, grabbed the wine bottle and her glass and moved from the chair she was occupying to the most comfortable sofa she had in her study. She reclined her back on one of its armrests, lifting her feet to lay them along the cushioned length of the Victorian couch and, filling her glass for the second time, prepared for a long day of wine tasting.

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Anna, Princess of Arendelle, tapped her foot impatiently as her best friend Kristoff, Royal Ice Deliverer, fawned over the different sledges aligned before him.

She did not share in his excitement, seeing nothing more than the same sleigh in different color, but she was amused by his childish exuberance. The broad shouldered man practically skipped from one sled to another, pointing out parts and forms and traits that she guessed were important for some reason that went way over her head.

She was also missing the cause as to why it was so windy. All of a sudden, in mid-summer day, the air had turned cold, a crispy draft forcing her to drag her shoulders inward in hopes of keeping her own warmth. It was odd to say the least, because the sun was still beating down hard on all that was under it, yet the biting breeze could not be more indifferent to it.

Anna gazed around the expanse of green to see if she was the only one feeling this strange atmosphere. Maybe she was sick and she had yet to notice, but all around her people were holding onto their garments too, clutching their hats for fear of losing them to the wind and huddling together in search of heat.

Anna held onto her cape with her freezing fingers and trotted after Kristoff.

“Kristoff, don’t you feel that?” She asked, reaching he’s bent form over the rails of a sledge. “And who are you? Santa Clause?” She teased, inspecting the vibrant red color of the vehicle. It had a mixture of reds and golds that urged her to carol. But then, it was not Christmas, independently of what the weather indicated.

“Pardon you. If this was Santa Clause sleigh, its interior would be green. Also, it would include reindeers.” He said snobbishly, standing from his crouched position.

“You already have a reindeer Kristoff.” Anna replied with a raised eyebrow and a hand on her hip. Only momentarily did she hold that pose, for she was sure the temperature was still descending.

“True that.” He acquiesced, nodding. “Where is that reindeer anyway?” He asked no one in particular as his eyes roamed his vicinity.

He found the big reindeer with his face nearing the ornaments of another sledge, on which’s left side a horn in the form of a carrot had been placed. Kristoff knew it to be fake but clearly his best friend had yet to reach that conclusion. The blond man surged forward hoping to prevent him from destroying a collectable vehicle he would not be able to pay for another ten years or so.  

“Sven! No!” But it was too late. By the time Kristoff and Anna made it to him, the reindeer had already bitten the plastic object. He seemed to instantly realize he was tasting plastic though, and recoiled, or tried to while Kristoff sighed in defeat.

Anna was the first to notice the animal’s misfortune while Kristoff continued to shake his head at his behavior. “Ah, Kristoff, I think he’s stuck.”

“What?” The blond man frowned. Settling his eyes on his friend, he saw that what Anna had said was in fact true. Sven’s tongue had somehow gotten glued to the side of the pseudo-carrot! “What the hell? But it’s…”

It was summer, he was going to say, but now that he had regained his concentration he was not so sure anymore. He looked to Anna hoping for an explanation, to what Anna simply shook her head having none to give; she was not a weather teller after all.  

The man agitated his yellow locks on his head, dismissing every question that could possibly come up, and placed his body by the middle section of the reindeer. He clutched his stomach and gestured for Anna to help him out.

“Grab his neck and let’s try to detach him.”

The redhead nodded, doing as she was asked. She grabbed onto Sven’s thick furry neck and waited until Kristoff counted to three to pull. However when the time came, instead of using her body to haul backwards, her weight pushed her to the ground after she slipped on her own two feet.

First she groaned, the she cursed while rubbing her cool backside. Wait…cool? Frowning at the sensation, she inspected the ground she had yet to stand from. The grass surrounding her was frozen by a thin sheet of cracked ice.

“I think Elsa is pranking you.” Kristoff commented. The shock of Anna’s fall had melted along with the ice chaining Sven’s tongue to the carrot-like-horn. He looked down at her, leaning on his friend’s loin.

Anna stared up at him. She gave him an unconvinced glare. Elsa never played pranks on her. Okay, that was not true. She only played them on her, but her pranks (if they could be called that) were so harmless that Anna being the most experienced one, often felt the obligation to merely humored her. So clearly these complicated events could not be a prank. She stood from the grass and dusted her skirt for nothing because the ice had already been absorbed by the fabric.

“Elsa wouldn’t use her powers for that.” She defended.

“No?” He asked, pointing to a place behind her head.

Anna turned, following the direction of his finger with her eyes to see a gust of wind coming out of one of the higher windows of the castle. Her eyes widened as the quantity of frosted wind that made it their way, and she shivered.

“I know I shouldn’t be, but I’m still amazed by the sheer power of her magic. The wind is freezing, but it was only a second ago that it was all the way over there.” Anna said, gesturing to the far islet the castle was settled on.

“No. You are just snowing.”

“What are you talking about?” Anna asked, frowning in confusion. She rotated to stare at him and saw Kristoff raise a hand to place it above her head at the same time that a snowflake fell on her nose.

“Hum, it won’t disintegrate.” The blond man said, her hand going through the levitating mist.

She raised her head towards the sky to find it block by a white cloud, much like the one Elsa had conjured for Olaf.

“Something is seriously wrong.” She said, tightening her cloak around her shoulders.      
Kristoff opened his mouth to agree, but someone beat him to it.

“I’ll say!” The wind carried to them a cheery voice. Searching for it, Anna and Kristoff saw three snowballs flying with the speedy wind.

The first middle size one rushed by, almost hitting Anna, but the second bigger one certainly did not miss its mark, hitting her straight on the chest. Anna held onto it, as she tried to regain her breath.

“Keep my butt!” The third snowball, Olaf’s face, said as it followed the first one to wherever the wind would take them.

“Are you okay Anna?” Kristoff asked, extending a hand to her and trying his best to keep in his laughter.

“Y-yeah.” She grunted, settling Olaf’s butt on his arms. Carefully, as to not slip on another random layer of ice, she made her way out of the square. Kristoff did not follow her, already knowing where she was headed. He waited until she was out of earshot to start laughing with Sven.

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Sloshing footsteps could be heard in the hallways of the royal castle. Anna ignored the wet trail that followed her as she looked for someone who could tell her about her sister’s whereabouts.  The snowing cloud above her head had disappeared along with the windy current that left the uppermost window of the left tower of the palace, which told her her sister was probably not in that room anymore. And Anna needed to find her fast, before she froze Arendelle again, or ruined all of her clothing.

Although if she was being serious, truth was that she was worried. Anna could not think of a reason for her composed sister to lose control, but she had; it just had to be something dreadful.

At last, Anna caught sight of one of the maids. She hurried over to her, startling the poor young woman, first with her sudden appearance and then with her disheveled aspect; her hair, although tamed by water, probably still looked worst then when she woke up in the mornings/afternoons.

“Princess Anna, what has happened to you?” The chestnut haired woman asked, pulling on the redhead’s cape with the tip of her fingers.

“No time for that. Where is the queen?” Anna asked, retrieving her cape from the woman’s grasp.

“Well, she was in her study.” The woman said staring directly into Anna’s eyes. She accommodated some folded sheets under her right arm.

“But she’s not anymore, I know.” Anna nodded, gesturing with her hands for the woman to continue.

“Exactly. So she went to the patio.” The woman said, and although the voice gave Anna the impression that she was not finished, the princess turned around with the intention to head to the aforementioned place. She was stopped though, by the maid’s arm on her elbow. Questioning blue orbs returned to the maid. “Listen princess, I said she went there, which means she’s not there now.”

“Then where is she?” Anna pressed.

“I’m trying to tell you.” The maid moved her up and down once, slowly, accentuating her purpose. “That someone saw her in the library.”

“The library, right! I should have thought of that.” She nodded resolutely and tried to continue on her way again, yet the maid spoke before she could take one step.

“But that was hours ago.” The slightly tanned skin of a hand gesticulated dismissively.

Anna rolled her light blue eyes while an exasperated sigh escaped her. She crossed her arms over her chest and, wishing the woman would just tell her what she needed to know, said, “So…?”

“So she went to the dining room to have lunch, but only had a spoon of rice, a slice of turkey and a slurp of vegetable soup. I know because I was watching! Then she stood freezing and unfreezing a piece of bread that she threw to the pigeons in the garden before giggling her way upstairs to her room. You should have seen her princess! I don’t know what she did in her room but Damian, the chef, said she took a blanket down to the kitchen and filled it with those chocolate truffles he makes that you like so much. There might not be any left for dinner tonight, I must warn you. So yes, after that – ”

“Samantha! Just tell me where she is now!” Anna practically screamed. She felt bad for raising her voice, but her head was spinning thanks to that woman. She could not take it anymore!  

“Sheesh, that’s what I was going to say, no need to shout princess, it’s very unbecoming. The queen went back to her study, I doubt she has left it for a while.” The brown haired woman shrugged slightly.

The sigh that left Anna’s pink lips was one of exhaustion. Yet she breathed in, and when the air calmed her nerves, she thanked the woman who smiled serenely and bowed.
Anna hurried over to the study, wondering if she should talk to Samantha again, later. She probably would, because it seemed to her that the woman was just in need of someone to converse with.  

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From all the things her active imagination could have sprouted, what she saw when she entered the study was nowhere close. Elsa, the Queen of Arendelle, was playing magic tricks. With her real ice magic, yes, but they were still silly tricks for naïve children! Anna watched, baffled, while Elsa used her transparent cape to hide certain objects in her office (a lamp in that precise moment) and muttered words that sounded awfully like “abracadabra” before uncovering the now frozen lamp. She would do the same thing to unfreeze it, then she would bow to an invisible crowd and move to a different object to repeat the performance.

Anna approached her wearily, with the suspicion that this was not her sister. She extended a hand to touch her arm, but just as she was about to graze the silky fabric of her sleeve, the blond turned abruptly, scaring the lights out of the princess.

“Anna!” Elsa shouted, throwing her arms over her sister’s shoulders. She planted a big, sloppy kiss on her cheek that resounded in the room with a ‘pop’. Anna wiped her now cold cheek after her sister released her.

“Elsa, what is wrong?” The ginger asked, looking her sister over. She looked fine even if her actions stated otherwise, so she was obviously dubious of her physical state.  

“Oh!” The blond clapped her hands together, bringing them up to her face. “Yes! I have that!” She exclaimed.

Anna followed her to a cabinet on the far side of the office. With pep in her step, Elsa retrieved a black bottle from the enclosure. She presented it to Anna.

Anna read the label: Rouge Vin. She frowned confused. Why was she showing her this? What had she said that made her sister think this was related? ‘What is wrong?’…wrong what is?’…rouge vin? Well! That seemed to be a far guess, and an even farther away comprehension of what she had said, but she supposed that was it.

Her French was not very good though so, what was Rouge Vin?

“What is this?” She asked her.

“Wine! Red wine!” Elsa exclaimed excitedly over her possession. She gestured to her desks where Anna counted five empty wine bottles.

“Oh...my God.” Anna’s widened eyes settled on her sister. Yes, she could see it now, the sparkly eyes, the flushed cheeks, the eternal grin, the loose posture. “You are drunk!”

Anna tried to swallow her shock while Elsa’s beam grew, if that was possible.

The queen nodded almost frantically and pushing the bottle against Anna’s chest said, “Yes, do you want?”

If Anna had been shocked before, she was stunned solid now. Her rule-abiding sister had just offered her alcohol? To her? A nineteen year old? Really? The princess bit her lip anxiously, mulling her options over. She should not, could not, take advantage of her sister. No, of course not, that was not what a good loving sister like herself would ever do. But then, Elsa was not just her sister, she was her queen! And who was she to not obey the queen? True, she had asked, not demanded, but…those were just semantics!

“Um, sure!” The princess answered eager. The queen giggled and turned to the cabinet to search for another wineglass.

It took a while, but the sisters accomplished to down three more bottles of wine. Or more accurately, Elsa had managed to gorge three more bottles of wine down her sister’s throat. Somewhere around the second bottle the alcohol coursing through the queen’s blood had dissipated, leaving her with a slight headache and the strong sensation that she had forgotten something; probably, the moment in which she thought it a good idea to alcoholize her sister. Nonetheless, seeing Anna so giddy made her discard any reprimand she could spew for them both. She did quite the contrary actually, indulging her sister to more wine as the sky’s tones transformed from light blue to pink and dark orange.

“Elsa this tasted horrible”. Anna slurred, dropping her upper half on her sister’s shoulders. Luckily for Elsa, the balcony’s bench was sturdy. “But it was great!”

The queen chuckled. She adjusted the redhead on her side to free her left arm that had been creating intricate patterns with small snowflakes for their entertainment; per Anna’s request.

“Do a snowman! Like Olaf! But bigger!” Anna said and her sister gestured to the empty space before them. Small snowflakes glued to each other, forming the silhouette of a smiling fat snowman.  “That’s so pretty.” Anna drawled.

Elsa suspected she was begging to fall asleep. She lowered her gaze to confirm if slumber had already taken her, but instead she was met by the watery eyes of her drunken sister staring into her soul.

“Like your freckles!” The redhead exclaimed suddenly. She rose from her sister’s shoulder and held onto her pale cheeks with both palms, scrutinizing her visage.

Elsa felt the warmth of those palms enhanced by the alcohol that ran through her sister’s body. “I-I thought you didn’t like freckles.”

Anna’s grin and the glint in her eyes were strangely mischievous. “Not on me, but I love them on you!”

Then, with no transition whatsoever, the queen’s lips were captured by the hot mouth of her sister. Her eyes opened like saucers and she tried her best to shove Anna away by pushing on her chest with her palms. It was useless, apparently alcohol gave Anna superhuman strength, and the queen only managed to separate their lips.

“Anna! Your inhibitions!” She shouted, hoping to remind Anna of her restraints so she wouldn’t lose her own. She was so close, that tongue had burned parts of her mouth she never knew she had; she could have sworn that it reached her throat!    

She looked into her sister’s dusky blue eyes begging her to control herself, but the lust she found there would not be constrained. She knew it because she not only saw it, she felt it reverberate through her heart to the lowest sections of her body when the smirking princess breathed in the huskiest voice she had ever heard, “I never had any.”

True by fault.

Hence, with the ascension of the moon their two bodies descended to the tiled floor with a rather loud thud – lips attached, moans muffled, clothes discarded – but no servant went to check on their wellbeing, for they all knew the drunken queen was in very capable and loving hands.

…if only they knew how loving.  

The End