Day 1: Ice Sculpting/Ice Dildo

Anna stood trembling, her eyes locked on the ice sculpture in front of her, the intricate detail making her breath catch in her throat. The sculpture was unmistakably Elsa—her face, her body, every curve, every line—but with one major difference. The icy double had a perfectly sculpted, rigid cock, glistening in the candlelight as though waiting for her to make the first move.

Elsa sat on her throne, watching with an air of calm authority. The throne itself was made of ice, sharp and beautiful, just like her. The coldness of the room made Anna shiver, but the heat between her legs was undeniable as she stared at the ice sculpture. She knew what Elsa wanted—had known the moment Elsa had begun crafting it with her magic. The sheer audacity of it made her pulse race with both nerves and desire.

"Go on, Anna," Elsa said softly from her seat, her voice carrying easily across the quiet room. Her eyes were sharp, watching Anna's every movement. "You know what to do."

Anna swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest. The sculpture was cold, unyielding, but perfectly shaped—just like Elsa herself. She could feel Elsa's gaze burning into her from the throne, her sister's control palpable even though she wasn't touching her directly. This wasn't just about the ice; it was about Elsa's dominance, her ability to control the situation with just a word or a glance.

"I... I don't know if I can," Anna whispered, her voice shaky as she took a tentative step toward the sculpture.

"You can," Elsa replied, her voice calm but filled with authority. Her eyes gleamed as she leaned back in the throne, a smirk playing on her lips. "You've been waiting for this, haven't you, Anna? You told me once—do you remember?—how you wondered what it would be like if I had a cock."

Anna's breath hitched, her cheeks flushing as Elsa's words hung in the air. She did remember. It was one of those late-night confessions, whispered between nervous laughs when they both pretended the words weren't soaked with desire. Back then, it had been nothing more than a fantasy—something Anna had never imagined Elsa would throw back in her face.

But now here they were, that fantasy made real in the form of the ice sculpture standing between them, perfectly designed to bring it all to life.

Elsa's smirk widened as she saw the recognition in Anna's eyes. "You used to wonder what it would feel like if I fucked you, didn't you?" Elsa continued, her voice soft but dripping with power. "You wanted to know how it would feel to have me inside you, to have my cock stretching you, filling you until you couldn't take any more."

Anna's heart pounded in her chest, the heat between her legs building even more as Elsa's words wrapped around her. She could feel her body responding to the teasing, the anticipation making her pulse race. The ice sculpture was still standing there, the cock shimmering and perfect, waiting for her to take the next step.

"You're thinking about it right now, aren't you?" Elsa asked, her voice a low purr. "About how good it would feel. How you've wanted this for so long, and now you're finally going to get it."

Anna's breath came in short gasps, her entire body trembling as Elsa's words stirred something deep inside her. She had wanted it, she had imagined it—late at night, alone in her bed, wondering what it would be like if Elsa had the power to fuck her, to fill her completely. She had thought about the weight of it, the pressure, the stretch... and now Elsa was going to give her exactly what she had craved.

"I remember you telling me," Elsa continued, her voice silky smooth, "how you'd think about it whenever you touched yourself. How you'd imagine me fucking you, driving into you until you couldn't think straight." Elsa's fingers drummed lightly on the armrest of her throne, her gaze never leaving Anna. "Well, now you can have it. Now you get to feel exactly what you've been begging for."

Anna whimpered, her legs trembling as she stood in front of the ice sculpture. She could feel the cold radiating from it, the anticipation building inside her. Every word Elsa spoke pushed her closer to the edge, making her crave the feeling of that frozen length inside her.

"You were so desperate to know, Anna," Elsa teased, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "And now you'll finally feel it. You'll feel me stretching you, filling you until there's nothing left but the cold inside you."

Anna bit her lip, her body trembling with both nerves and desire. She looked back at Elsa, her eyes wide and dark with anticipation. The sight of Elsa lounging in her ice throne, watching her with such calm authority, made her pulse race. She wanted this. She had always wanted this.

Slowly, Anna positioned herself in front of the ice sculpture, the perfectly sculpted cock gleaming under the candlelight. The tip brushed against her entrance, the cold shocking her as it met her heated skin. She gasped, her body tensing at the contrast between the freezing ice and the warmth of her core.

"Go on," Elsa urged from her throne, her voice soft but insistent. "Take it. I want to see you take all of it."

Anna's breath hitched as she lowered herself onto the tip of the icy cock, the coldness sending a jolt through her body. Her walls clenched involuntarily, the sensation of the ice so intense it made her head spin. The stretch was immediate, the icy length pushing into her slowly, forcing her body to adjust.

Elsa's eyes darkened with satisfaction as she watched Anna sink lower, her breath coming in ragged bursts as she struggled to take the frozen cock inside her. "That's it," Elsa murmured, her voice filled with dark pleasure. "I can see how much you want it."

Anna whimpered, her hands gripping the ice sculpture's shoulders for support as she lowered herself further. The coldness was unbearable, sending sharp jolts of sensation through her with every inch she took. She could feel the ice stretching her, filling her in a way that made her legs tremble.

"You can feel it, can't you?" Elsa whispered, her voice soft but full of command. "You can feel how cold it is inside you... just like you imagined."

Anna gasped, her body trembling as she finally took the full length, the icy cock buried deep inside her. The stretch was overwhelming, the cold making her walls clench even tighter around the frozen length. She could feel it—every inch, every detail—and it was exactly how she had imagined it.

Elsa's lips curled into a small smile as she watched Anna struggle to adjust, her body trembling with the intensity of the sensation. "You're so tight," Elsa whispered, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "I can see how much it's stretching you. How perfectly it fills you."

Anna whimpered, her legs shaking as the sensation of the ice inside her made her whole body tense. The coldness was shocking, the stretch intense, but the pleasure that came with it was undeniable. She could feel herself clenching around the frozen length, her breath coming in short, ragged bursts as she struggled to keep control.

"Does it feel like you imagined?" Elsa asked, her voice a seductive purr as she watched Anna tremble. "Does it feel like I'm inside you, fucking you the way you always wanted?"

Anna moaned, her hips shifting involuntarily as the icy length pressed deeper inside her, filling her completely. She could feel every inch of it, the cold sending waves of pleasure and discomfort through her. It was exactly what she had imagined—exactly what she had craved.

Elsa leaned back in her throne, her eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction. "Fuck yourself on it," she commanded, her voice firm and full of authority. "I want to see you fuck yourself on me."

Anna's breath hitched, her entire body trembling as she began to move. Slowly at first, she lifted herself up, the icy length sliding out of her before she sank back down again, the cold filling her all over. The sensation was overwhelming—each thrust sent a jolt of pleasure through her, the ice stretching her further, making her walls clench even tighter around it.

From her throne, Elsa watched with dark satisfaction, her fingers tapping lightly on the armrest as Anna rode the ice sculpture. "That's it," she murmured, her voice soft but full of control. "I want to see you fall apart. I want to see how much you can take."

Anna's breath came in shallow gasps as she struggled to keep her pace steady, the coldness of the ice sculpture inside her making her whole body tremble. Every time she lifted herself off the frozen length, her walls clenched painfully, trying to resist the stretch, only to be filled again as she sank back down, the sensation pulling a soft moan from her lips. It was almost too much—too cold, too overwhelming—but at the same time, it was exactly what she had been craving.

She could feel Elsa's eyes on her, that steady, unwavering gaze from the throne as her sister watched every tremble, every shift of her hips. It made Anna burn with both desire and shame, her body flushed with heat despite the freezing cold inside her.

"Look at you," Elsa murmured, her voice low and dripping with satisfaction. "Riding my cock like a good girl. You've wanted this for so long, haven't you?"

Anna whimpered, her hands gripping the ice sculpture's shoulders for support as she struggled to keep her pace steady. The cold was unbearable, making her muscles quiver with each movement, but she couldn't stop. Elsa's words, the sound of her voice laced with command and approval, pushed her forward, made her want more, need more.

"I can see it," Elsa continued, her eyes gleaming with dark pleasure. "The way your body clenches every time you take it inside you. It's perfect, isn't it? Exactly how you imagined it would feel."

Anna moaned softly, her legs trembling as she moved faster, her hips rolling against the frozen cock, the pleasure building with every thrust. The cold inside her was intense, shocking her body with each movement, but it only made her want more. The sensation of being filled so completely, so deeply, made her pulse race.

Elsa leaned forward slightly in her throne, her eyes never leaving Anna's trembling form. "Tell me how it feels, Anna," she commanded, her voice soft but full of authority. "I want to hear you say it."

Anna's breath hitched as she struggled to find her voice, her body quivering with the effort of keeping up with the pace Elsa demanded. "It feels... so good," she gasped, her voice breaking as the pleasure built inside her. "It's... it's everything I imagined."

Elsa's lips curled into a small smile, her eyes dark with satisfaction. "Good girl," she murmured, her voice like velvet as she watched Anna ride the icy length. "I knew you'd take it perfectly. I knew you'd love it."

Anna's legs shook as the pleasure inside her built to an unbearable peak. The sensation of the ice stretching her, filling her completely, made her whole body tremble. She could feel her release building, the tension inside her tightening with every thrust, every movement. It was too much, the cold inside her making her muscles clench involuntarily, her hips bucking with each push.

Elsa's eyes gleamed with dark pleasure as she watched Anna struggle to hold on, her sister's body trembling with the intensity of the sensation. "You're so close, aren't you?" Elsa whispered, her voice full of satisfaction. "I can see it in your eyes. You want to come, don't you?"

Anna whimpered, her body shaking as the pressure inside her built to a breaking point. "Please, Elsa," she gasped, her voice trembling with need. "I— I need—"

Elsa leaned back in her throne, her gaze never wavering as she watched Anna fall apart. "Then come for me, Anna," she commanded, her voice soft but filled with power. "I want to see you come on my cock."

Those words sent Anna over the edge. Her entire body tensed, her breath catching in her throat as her orgasm ripped through her. She cried out, her legs shaking as waves of pleasure crashed over her, her body convulsing as she rode the icy cock. The cold inside her only heightened the intensity of her release, making her tremble uncontrollably as the pleasure consumed her.

Elsa's eyes darkened with satisfaction as she watched Anna's body convulse, her sister's hands gripping the ice sculpture tightly as her hips bucked uncontrollably. "That's it," Elsa whispered, her voice dripping with approval. "Let me see how beautiful you look when you come."

Anna's breath came in short, ragged gasps as she rode out the waves of her orgasm, her entire body trembling with the intensity of it. The ice inside her kept her stretched, filled completely, the cold still shocking her even as her muscles clenched tightly around it. It was overwhelming, the sensation of being so completely taken leaving her breathless and spent.

Finally, her body slumped forward, her forehead resting against the icy shoulder of the sculpture as she tried to catch her breath. Her legs trembled, her muscles aching from the intensity of her release, but the satisfaction that came with it made every moment worth it.

Elsa watched her with a satisfied smile, her fingers trailing lightly along the armrest of her throne. "You did so well, Anna," she murmured, her voice full of affection. "You took everything perfectly."

Anna's breath hitched as she slowly lifted herself off the ice sculpture, the cold length sliding out of her with a sharp jolt of sensation. She whimpered softly, her body still trembling from the intensity of her orgasm as she stood there, legs shaking, unsure of what to do next.

Elsa rose gracefully from her throne, her eyes softening as she crossed the room to stand in front of Anna. Her fingers reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair from Anna's flushed face as she smiled down at her sister. "You're beautiful," she whispered, her voice full of warmth as she gently tilted Anna's chin up to meet her gaze. "You always are."

Anna's legs were still trembling, her body warm despite the coolness of the room. The intensity of what had just happened still lingered in her mind, but as Elsa touched her so gently, the heat between them settled into something softer, more tender. Anna looked up into her sister's eyes, her heart racing from more than just the physical exhaustion.

She let out a breathy laugh, her cheeks flushing even deeper, and whispered, "Next time..."

Elsa raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. "Next time...?" she echoed, her tone teasing, as though daring Anna to continue.

Anna bit her lip, her pulse quickening as she realized what she wanted to ask. She glanced back at the ice sculpture behind her, still standing tall and solid, then looked back at Elsa with a grin. "Next time... you should just attach it to yourself."

The moment the words left her mouth, her cheeks burned hotter. She had said it before she could stop herself, the fantasy spilling out without restraint. But the idea— Elsa with that frozen cock, fucking her directly, watching her with those piercing blue eyes—it sent a shiver through her that had nothing to do with the cold.

For a moment, Elsa was silent, her expression unreadable as she stared at Anna. But then, a soft, amused laugh escaped her lips. The sound was light, but there was a dark edge to it, a promise of something more. "You want that, do you?" Elsa asked, her voice low and full of amusement.

Anna's heart pounded in her chest, her face burning with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. She nodded slowly, her breath catching in her throat as she whispered, "Yes... I want you next time. Not just the ice."

Elsa's smirk widened, her eyes darkening with pleasure. "Anything for my princess," she whispered, her tone filled with warmth but also with a teasing edge that sent a thrill through Anna. "You know I'd do anything for you, Anna."

Anna's breath hitched as Elsa's fingers trailed down her cheek, her touch so gentle but full of unspoken power. "I'll make it happen," Elsa continued, her voice low and filled with dark promise. "I'll give you exactly what you want... exactly what you've been craving."

Anna's body trembled at the thought, her heart racing as she imagined what it would be like—Elsa not just watching her but being the one to claim her completely, filling her with something cold and hard, but connected to her . The idea sent a flood of heat through her, making her weak in the knees.

Elsa laughed softly again, her gaze softening as she leaned in closer, her lips brushing lightly against Anna's ear. "But next time," she whispered, her breath cool against Anna's flushed skin, "you'll have to be patient. Good things come to those who wait, don't they?"

Anna's whole body shivered, a mix of pleasure and anticipation rushing through her. "I can wait," she whispered back, her voice trembling slightly with the promise of what was to come. "For you, I'll wait."

Elsa smiled, pressing a soft kiss to Anna's temple before pulling back to meet her gaze again. "Good," she murmured, her fingers tracing a line down Anna's jaw. "Then next time... I'll give you exactly what you want."

The promise hung in the air between them, thick with anticipation and desire. Anna's heart raced at the thought of what that "next time" would hold, her body still thrumming with the remnants of the pleasure Elsa had given her tonight. But she knew, deep down, that when the time came, Elsa would make good on her promise—and it would be even better than she imagined.

Elsa's fingers lingered on Anna's chin for a moment longer, her eyes filled with affection and something darker, more primal. "You're mine, Anna," she whispered softly, the words filled with both tenderness and power. "And I'll give you everything you've ever wanted."

Anna's breath caught in her throat, her body trembling with both love and desire as she nodded, her eyes locked on Elsa's. "I'm yours," she whispered back, her voice full of conviction. "Always."