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  1. Wow, so I logged into my account for the first time in a while, and noticed just how long it's been since I posted a story here. I'm writing a novel at the moment and haven't had as much time to write other things. But I did find this story hiding in darker regions of my computer, so... any Star Trek fans here? Here's a little Jadzia Dax story I wrote: Worf had been giving Jadzia a rather judgemental look since they left the replimat that morning. Usually Jadzia wouldn't mind the silent glare, but as the turbolift hummed around them, she found herself somewhat more... uncomfortable than she was used to. "What is it this time?" she finally asked, trying not to let irritation seep into her voice. Her arms were crossed over her chest, an ever so slightly passive aggressive move to block her husband's view of the goods. She smirked as he let out that deep Worf sigh that meant he was truly annoyed by something. "You should not have told Doctor Bashir about our-" Worf didn't get to finish his complaint, because the turbolift jolted to a halt. They both stumbled, Jadzia falling bodily into her husband as he made a grab for the railing behind them. "What was that?" she said, though she doubted Worf had any more answers than she did. He tapped his com badge as Jadzia righted herself. "Worf to Chief O'Brien. Our turbolift-" "-stopped working, yeah, I know," came the Chief's exasperated voice. "We've been having system failures all morning. I'll get to you in a bit." "How long is 'a bit?'" Worf asked, an irritated growl coming from deep in his throat. "You're not the only one trapped in a turbolift right now. And the transporters are down, so you'll be stuck for a while. Sorry." Jadzia watched as her husband's nostrils flared, a rather mild signal of a much deeper struggle for emotional control. She wasn't sure if she was imagining the deep rumble in his chest, but she certainly found it endearing. "Well..." she said before Worf could express his frustrations to a clearly overworked Chief O'Brien. "I can think of worse people to be stuck in a turbolift with than your wife." "But-" "I'm sure we'll find some way to entertain ourselves. Thanks Chief!" The com link cut off and Worf tilted his head just enough to regard his wife seriously. "That was not funny." "That's your opinion," she countered. She leaned back against the railing, settling in for what she assumed was going to be a long wait. Worf stood stiffly next to her, glancing around the turbolift as though looking for an escape. "You know, the last person I was stuck in a turbolift with, was Julian," Jadzia said after a short silence. Worf frowned at her, but she saw just the barest spark of amusement in his eye. He was so tense all the time, Jadzia was sure the man would have given himself an aneurism if she hadn't come along and married him. "I assume I have nothing to be worried about," he said. "I dunno Worf. He'd just saved my life. That's enough to make any woman weak in the knees." Worf snorted and Jadzia grinned at him. Her grin faded as she shifted her weight, settling more comfortably against the back railing. The change in position seemed to cause a change in Worf's attitude. "Are you alright?" he asked. Jadzia's breath caught slightly. She didn't think she'd been that obvious, but Worf had always been a little too perceptive. "I'm fine," she said. "You are uncomfortable." She raised her eyebrows and looked at her husband incredulously. "I'm stuck in a turbolift with nowhere to sit down. Yes, Worf. I'm uncomfortable." Worf nodded, and seemed to relax a little. It was about time. "I also really have to pee." She watched as Worf tensed up again. He frowned, his eyes darting to glance sidelong at her. "You should have gone before we left our quarters." "I did. I also drink a lot of coffee. Or had you not noticed?" Worf was silent, clearly contemplating something as Jadzia shifted her weight once again. She'd been planning on using a toilet once they'd made it to ops, though now she was regretting not stopping at the ones by the replimat. Worf was so dedicated to his work, she hadn't wanted to slow him down. "Will you be able to wait?" he asked. "That really depends on how long it takes to get us out of here." Trills generally had fairly large bladders. It was one of very few of their internal organs that tended to be larger than most species, since for the most part they needed to have extra room on the inside for the symbionts. But symbionts were aquatic, which meant joined trills tended to need to drink a lot to stay healthy, and that typically made having a larger bladder evolutionarily advantageous. It also meant that Jadzia was currently holding in what must have been an incredible amount of liquid if the pressure she was experiencing was anything to go by. They stood in silence for a while, Worf standing stiffly by his wife as Jadzia shifted her weight, occasionally crossing and uncrossing her legs. The pressure in her bladder steadily grew from bad to downright desperate as time wore on, and Jadzia was beginning to worry about how this was all going to end. "Are you alright?" Worf asked again as Jadzia groaned in frustration. He'd been watching her with concern the whole time, entirely helpless to ease her discomfort. "Fine," she said. She jiggled one leg urgently as she gripped the back railing. "Just very uncomfortable." "Is there anything I can do?" "Not unless you secretly installed a toilet in the turbolift when I wasn't looking." Jadzia had her legs crossed now. A wave of urgency assaulted her bladder and she clenched her thighs tight, her lips forming a thin, tense line. When the urge passed Jadzia took a deep breath, glanced sidelong at her husband, and was greeted with a worried scowl. This was getting ridiculous. She tapped her com badge. "Dax to O'Brien," she said, trying not to sound too desperate. It only took him a moment to respond, but to Jadzia it felt like an eternity. "O'Brien here." His voice sounded almost as strained as hers did. She doubted he was having a particularly good time right now, but the Chief's state of mind was far from her biggest concern at the moment. "Any idea how much longer it'll be?" she asked. "In a rush to get somewhere, Commander?" "You could say that." She could hear the distant beeping as he fiddled with some control. Finally he answered. "I'd say it'll be another hour or so." "That is too long," Worf said. There was menace in his voice and Jadzia could only imagine the look on O'Brien's face as he heard it. The poor man certainly didn't deserve the Klingon ire being directed at him. "I'm sorry, but that's the best I can do." "I think what Worf meant is, if you could move things a little faster, that'd be great," Jadzia said. O'Brien sighed. "I'll see what I can do." "Thanks Chief," Jadzia said with a strained smile. With the com line terminated, she turned a stern expression towards her husband. "There's no need to be so aggressive." "You are my wife." "I'm also a grown woman with eight lifetimes of experience. I can take care of myself." His shoulders slumped. "I know. And I am sorry." Jadzia nodded as she clenched her jaw. "That's better," she said. "You are going to have to wait for an hour," Worf stated. "I heard." They lapsed into silence once again, the only sound coming from Jadzia's uniform as she shifted around, rubbing her legs together and occasionally bouncing in place. She felt relatively proud of herself for holding it so long, given how desperately she needed to pee. It felt like she had somewhere near two liters of urine pent up inside her and she had so far kept all of it from escaping. At least that had been the case up until twenty minutes after her chat with the Chief. At first she felt the usual wave of urgency that told her the current level of muscle control wasn't going to cut it for the next little bit. She clenched hard, bending over at the waist with her legs crossed almost painfully. It was just like every other wave that had passed, only this time she felt a small burst of warmth at her groin. "Shit!" She groaned, hunching over even more as another burst of warmth spread into her underwear. She could hold it, she knew it! She clenched even tighter, her knuckles turning white where they gripped the railing as her entire body attempted to compensate for the muscle failure. Once more, wetness bloomed between her legs before the wave settled down somewhat. She couldn't relax, but she could think again. She glanced down at her pants reflexively, though the uniform being black meant that there wasn't much to see. Her thighs didn't feel wet, so she knew it wasn't that bad, but it certainly felt like a catastrophic failure on her part. 300 year old trills did not wet themselves. "Jadzia..." "I know," she said through clenched teeth. There was no hiding what had happened from Worf. As her husband he was... attuned to her scent. "It won't happen again." "I do not think that is something you can promise." She groaned and let the side of her head rest against the turbolift wall. As though sensing her hopelessness, Worf wrapped his arms around her in a manner that was much gentler than she was used to. He clearly didn't want to cause her any worse discomfort by adding unneeded pressure to her bladder. She rested her head on his shoulder, too tense to properly relax, but capable of admitting that the whole ordeal was causing her physical exhaustion. "I just want to pee," she mumbled into his shirt. When another wave of desperation hit, she only managed to stay upright by grabbing onto Worf's arm and hanging on for dear life. This time she managed to clench enough that nothing leaked out, but it didn't make her feel any better. Worf rubbed her tight back muscles as she rode through the desperation. She stayed in his arms for the next half hour or so. If it weren't for their physical contact, Jadzia wasn't sure she would have had the strength to hold it all in. As it was she had started to leak occasionally, tensing up as spurts of urine soaked into pants that were getting progressively wetter. She wished the small accidents would at least give her some relief, but her bladder was far too full for her to notice any difference. She could feel the wetness on the inside of her thighs and was doing her best not to get any on Worf. She was sure he wouldn't hold her accountable, but it was a matter of principle. She couldn't pee on her husband... well, not without his permission first. "I'm quitting coffee," she said finally. "I find that unlikely." "I mean it. The next time to see me ordering a raktajino, I want you to slap it out of my hand." Worf's arms shifted as he gripped her tighter in an attempt at comfort. "I do not know a Klingon brave enough to attempt such a thing." Jadzia would have laughed if she weren't afraid it would cause her to lose all control and soak everything from the waist down. She wanted nothing more than for it to be okay for her to pee right then and there. If her tortured bladder could just let loose everything that was built up inside, she was sure the ensuing flood would fill the turbolift and drown her and her husband. Instead she groaned, tensing absolutely every muscle in her body as her bladder made every effort to make her wish come true. She felt another trickle of liquid make its way into the already saturated crotch of her pants. The wave wasn't passing, however, and Jadzia felt panic as the slight trickle continued to escape. She tried to twist her legs even more, almost twisting out of Worf's grip in the process. She groaned even louder. "I can't..." "O'Brien to Worf." Jadzia quickly shut her mouth. There was a hushed silence as Worf watched her fight for control, but no matter what she did, she was still peeing, if only slightly. "Go ahead," Worf said, answering the call. "I haven't got the turbolifts running yet-" Jadzia wanted to cry, but wisely kept quiet. "-but I've got the transporters working. I've been transporting people out. Are you two ready?" Worf glanced at Jadzia who was trying to get herself upright without starting a flood. She clenched urgently against the gentle trickle that was still making its way out of her and, by some miracle, managed to stem the flow. She was shaking, but at least she wasn't peeing. She nodded at Worf, who nodded back. "We are ready." Jadzia wasn't sure how she was going to handle the next bit. There was no way she would be able to take even one step without peeing torrentially, so how she was going to make it through ops and to the toilets, she wasn't sure. Not to mention the glistening wetness to her pants that would certainly be noticeable to anyone who bothered to look. She swallowed nervously as the tubolift faded away around her. The room that faded into view after, however, was not ops. Jadzia almost cried with joy. Bless Miles, he'd transported them to their quarters! Clearly the man had picked up on their situation. Her joy faded when she realised that she still wasn't going to be able to get to the bathroom without incident. "Jadzia..." She was shaking. Somehow she managed to not start peeing the moment they had rematerialised, but it didn't change the fact that whatever her next move was, it was going to result in a very wet lower half. "Worf, I can't move." Worf regarded her carefully. However, where only a moment ago there had been worry, now there was something else in his expression. He reached up and ran a finger over the spots at her temple. "That is fine." "What-" But Jadzia didn't get to finish asking her question, because Worf had looped one arm down and scooped her up by the knees. She screeched in shock as the sudden movement caused her to lose all control and a massive stream of urine burst out of her. Worf was now carrying her bridal style, not towards the bathroom, but towards their bedroom. "Worf, I'm peeing!" "That is also fine." Then it occurred to her. For over an hour now, Worf had been trapped in a turbolift with her and... her musk. What the poor man must have been feeling at the scent of his wife in such a desperate state, at the scent of what she had been doing. As he carried her into the bedroom Jadzia had made some attempt to try and stem the flow, but it was only half-hearted. Worf clearly didn't care that she was peeing, and if Worf didn't care where she peed... Jadzia really didn't care where she peed. He threw her on the bed as she moaned in relief. Liquid gushed out of her with a muffled hiss, spluttering through her pants and into the furs she had been thrown onto. Worf buried his face in her neck, his teeth nipping urgently at her pulse. Jadzia squirmed under him, her body only aware of the pure carnal relief she felt as her bladder expelled a massive ocean beneath her. The furs were quickly becoming waterlogged as Worf began to undo her pants, and still Jadzia was peeing with force. If the fate of the station depended on her stopping at this moment, Jadzia would have happily let everyone die, just so that she could finish expelling every last torturous drop of urine that had been plaguing her. Her husband's hand made its way into her undone pants, temporarily adding extra pressure to her sore bladder. She groaned, and even though she didn't think it was possible, her stream intensified and gushed forcefully into the pool underneath her. Then she felt his fingers, and they were getting in the way. Though, she thought, not in a bad way. She'd expelled so much by now that her bladder was finally starting to feel good again, and the pleasure of his fingers mixed with the pure ecstasy of her relief caused her hips to thrust upwards with urgency. She was still peeing as he slipped them inside of her and hooked them in such a way that she couldn't hold back any more. If she thought peeing had felt good before, what she was feeling now was pure heaven. She cried out, her muscles tensing and her hips thrusting uncontrollably against his hand. As her orgasm died down, Jadzia sagged with relief, sinking into furs that were now soaked in her urine as she allowed her bladder to finish emptying. Worf's unusually gentle fingers made their way out of her pants as her stream tapered into a trickle and eventually stopped completely. Jadzia hadn't even realised she had closed her eyes until she opened them and gazed into her husband's face. His body was pressed up against hers, and he was very nearly as soaked as she was. "Well that was something," she said, her voice quiet and breathless. "Mmmm..." "Shame about the bed." "The bed can be cleaned." Worf's voice was low, and very obviously still filled with lust. He'd taken care of his wife, but Worf's needs had yet to be addressed. Jadzia smiled mischievously at him. "Well, we're still technically on duty, so... I suppose I should get myself cleaned up before we go back to work." She made a frail attempt to roll out from underneath him, her body squelching in the wet furs, but Worf had her quite effectively trapped. "We are not done," he said. She chuckled as his lips descended towards hers. "No, I suppose not." The End. The forums have a changed a bit since the last time I posted something, so hopefully it worked out okay. I might be tempted to write some more in my spare time as well, so we'll see how things go. It could be good to take a break from my project on occasion.
  2. I've honestly never written a Frozen story before, but once it was done I thought I might as well post it somewhere. I'm glad you guys at least like the writing. I'm not sure what to try next though. Maybe Avatar? Toph or Korra?
  3. This isn't the usual type of story I write, but I figured once I was finished I should probably share. Hopefully you enjoy! Elsa had to pee. And for the Queen of Arendelle, this often turned out to be a problem when she was stuck performing her royal duties. Today was no exception: It was Elsa's birthday, and she was hosting a party to celebrate. She was stuck in the courtyard at the moment and with the sun setting over the fjord, she and her guests were enjoying a gentle spring breeze which brought with it the delicate aroma of budding flowers and melting snow. Elsa was standing next to one of the fountains, probably the worst possible place for her to have been standing in her current predicament. She was wearing a new dress that had been gifted to her by a Prince she was fairly certain had ulterior motives to get in her good graces. It was a warmer outfit than she was normally comfortable with, but she had decided to forgo her usual icy attire in favour of showing gratitude for the lovely gift. It was best to stay on good footing when it came to neighbouring royalty. She'd tried to get away from the fountain, of course, and back into the castle where she could find quick relief, but the young queen had had no luck. She was the centre of attention on this fine evening, which meant absolutely everybody wanted to talk to her. After one guest took their leave from her she could only ever make it a couple steps before someone else stopped her to give her their best wishes. She prided herself in remaining as regal as possible, smiling and thanking her guests while idly engaging in small talk so as not to appear unwelcoming. It was excruciating. Currently she was engaged in conversation with the Lady Anita of Homesfront, who was tall, slender, and much too old to have a ten-year-old son, despite the evidence standing next to her. The boy seemed far less interested in the conversation taking place than his mother did, and Elsa couldn't blame him. Had she ever been allowed to go to a party like this when she was his age she probably would have been bored silly as well. But after freezing her entire kingdom less than one year previously, Elsa had a reputation to build, and that reputation hinged on absolutely all of her public appearances being flawless. That, unfortunately, included her not disappearing in the middle of a conversation at her own birthday party. "These fountains are absolutely gorgeous," Lady Anita drawled. Elsa cringed internally at the mention of the gushing fountain next to her, but outwardly she smiled. "They are, aren't they? My grandfather commissioned them for my parent's wedding. You know how parents can be about their kids, of course. Everything has to be perfect." Elsa was currently thanking her past self for deciding to wear a dress that covered so much of her lower body so effectively. The heavy layers allowed her to press her thighs tightly together while her bladder gave an angry spasm, and she was almost positive no one could tell she was doing it. If only this conversation could end so she could make another attempt to inch her way back inside the castle. "Oh, I know perfectly well. I would do anything for young Frans here," the other woman said, patting her son on the head. The boy seemed to jerk out of some kind of daydream, his gaze darting quickly around before resting on Elsa. She smiled at him and he blushed furiously. "As a matter of fact, he wanted nothing more than to come to this party when he saw that I had received an invite. Between you and me, your majesty," Lady Anita lowered her voice, though not enough that her son couldn't hear her. Even so, Elsa had to lean over slightly to keep up the appearance of secrecy. "Between you and me, I think he just wanted to see the lovely Queen Elsa in person." "Mo-om," Frans said, his face turning an even brighter shade of red. Elsa thought it was adorable but she should have known it was too good to be true. "If it's not too much to ask, your highness, I was rather hoping you might be able to show him just a touch of magic. I think it would really make him happy." Her smile faded. Of course the boy was only curious about her magic. She wondered how many people at the party were only there because they found her to be some kind of novelty. Elsa's heart constricted, but she quickly crushed any negative thoughts on the matter. It was much better to be considered a novelty than a monster. Outwardly, she tried not to appear too upset by the notion. "I'm not sure now is really the best time," she said finally. "Oh, it doesn't need to be much. With these lovely fountains so close at hand, I'm sure there's something you could do for the boy." Those damned fountains. Those beautiful, ornate, distracting, excruciatingly liquid fountains. Suddenly Elsa's fears of performing her ice magic dissolved as she felt the water in her bladder press urgently for freedom. She tensed and managed to stop herself from leaking, but it took far too much restraint. The fountains needed to go. "Well, I suppose..." Elsa said, straightening herself as much as she dared. Frans' eyes grew wide when he realised he was getting his wish. Elsa sent him a quick wink to throw him off guard before she waved her hand in the direction of the fountain behind her. It froze instantly, in the most beautiful pattern of spirals she had managed yet. The party stilled. The fear in Elsa's heart began to grow again, but she knew better than to let it take hold. She had this situation under control. "Do you want me to do the other one too?" she asked the boy, loud enough for her other guests to hear as well. Frans nodded mutely. Elsa waved her hand towards the fountain across from them, which froze in a perfect mirror to its sister. The courtyard burst into applause. "Oh thank you," Lady Anita gushed. "I'm sure this is all Frans will talk about for weeks. It was really very wonderful of you." Elsa smiled and nodded her head. In reality, she was just relieved not to have the sound of pouring water drilling itself into her head. She still had to pee terribly, but at least it was a little more bearable. After bidding each other farewell, Elsa made another attempt to leave the courtyard, but only managed one step this time. "Elsa!" someone cried, stopping her in her path. She knew that voice, and turned to see her sister rushing towards her with a smile that rivalled even the joviality of the sun. Elsa returned the smile as her sister slid to a stop next to her. Elsa shifted her weight uncomfortably as Anna quickly caught her breath. "This party is a lot of fun! Kristoff and I were just dancing when we saw you do that fountain thing. I think you just made that boy's day!" Anna's enthusiasm was endearing, but Elsa had more pressing matters at hand. "That's wonderful Anna, but I really-" Anna gasped. "You should come and dance with us!" Elsa rolled her eyes. "You know I don't dance," she said. "It's your birthday! At least give it a try?" "I would, really, but-" "Pleeeaaase?" Anna was turning those sad puppy eyes on her again and it was all Elsa could do not to swoop her little sister in a loving hug. Instead, Elsa stared at Anna, weighing her options. There was absolutely no chance Elsa was going to go dance, but she could at least be upfront with her sister about why. Anna trusted her, so there was no need for this ridiculous pretence of the perfect queen. She could drop her act for now. "Well?" Anna asked. "Anna, I need to slip inside real quick," Elsa finally said. Damn, it was harder to drop the act than she had originally thought. "Why?" No more excuses. She stepped slightly closer to her sister and leaned in. "I've had to pee all evening. It's harder than you would think to try and slip back into the castle." Elsa thought it was impossible, but Anna's eyes grew wider. "Oooohh..." Anna cast a critical gaze over her sister while Elsa smiled sheepishly. "It can't be that hard. Here, how about I just walk you back to the castle then?" Elsa sighed in relief. She and her sister started walking towards the door, but once again she was stopped. "Your highness, I just wanted to congratulate you!" On what? Elsa thought, as her bladder positively screamed. Staying alive another year? Big accomplishment. Instead she smiled and turned towards the owner of the voice. "Lord Hugo," she said, giving a slight bow of her head. "I'm glad you could make it." She glanced sidelong at Anna, who was casting her a sympathetic look. Over the next little while Anna tried to help Elsa slip away, but to no avail. Anna tried stopping guests to chat before they could make it to her sister, but of course there was always someone else to slip in and replace them while Anna was preoccupied. They tried making it seem like the sisters were engaged in discussion as they walked towards the castle, but it seemed the chatter of two sisters was not holy enough to warrant freedom from interruption. By the time dinner was called for, Elsa was curling her toes and shifting her weight in a probably obvious fashion while she chatted. She spurted a couple of times, but she was lucky enough that nothing was running down her legs. Yet. She couldn't even slip away as they headed inside for dinner, because the young Prince who had gifted her her new dress insisted on walking her inside himself. As she sat at the head of the banquet hall Elsa wasn't sure how much more she could take. She absolutely couldn't leave now. Not in the middle of dinner. Besides, people were still talking to her. She crossed her legs under the table as discreetly as she could and clenched her thighs to stave off another wave of desperation. Elsa became painfully aware of the fact that she wasn't nearly as stable as she wanted to be in this situation when she tried to pick up her fork and instead coated it in a layer of frost. She laughed, somewhat embarrassed, as the woman sitting next to her stared in shock. Elsa quickly put the fork down and flagged down a servant to discreetly bring her a pair of gloves. From her other side, Anna smiled reassuringly. But it didn't make things any easier. Elsa avoided her drink as much as she could, but when she was served a course of soup she had no choice but to partake or otherwise seem ungrateful. By then, she wasn't only crossing her legs, but her ankles as well. During the next course, she spurted heavily, the spray dampening the fabric she was sitting on. She only hoped that the thick layers of her dress were enough to keep it from seeping through and couldn't even begin to imagine how she would make it all the way to desert. Periodically her hand would make its way under the table to rub her thigh or grip the fabric of her dress in desperation. Every once and a while Anna's hand would pat her on the leg in what was probably supposed to be a reassuring gesture. You can do it, Anna's gaze said, every time the sisters made eye contact. And Elsa kept up the pretence, and she smiled, and she chatted. The meal started to wind down and guests began to finally leave. By that point Elsa was grinding her heal into the floor. Her hand had made permanent residence in her lap as it held her dress in a death grip. There was a distinctly damp spot under Elsa's bum that she still prayed wasn't going to be visible when she stood up. If she could stand up that was. Her bladder throbbed painfully and Elsa groaned inwardly, wanting nothing more than to curl up and slam her head repeatedly against the table and to pee! Oh she wanted to pee so bad! But instead she continued to chat with the kind prince who was sitting a few seats down from her, her voice sounded obviously strained to her, but with any luck it wasn't as noticeable to the guests. Anna didn't leave her side, even when Kristoff bid them a goodnight. Finally the last guest left the banquet hall and the moment the door closed behind him Elsa groaned audibly and leaned her free arm heavily on the table in front of her. She bowed her head and clenched her eyes tightly as her bladder took her newfound freedom as a sign to spurt some more against the fabric of her dress. There was some desperate clenching and foot tapping and what was probably a very obvious seated pee-pee dance, but Elsa managed to stem the flow. She felt Anna put her hand on her back as she rubbed it in a comforting manner. "Are you okay?" the sister asked. The only response Elsa gave was a quick shake of her head since her eyes were still closed and she was still tense as a rock. There was a slight layer of frost forming on the table under her arm, but Elsa didn't care. She was done with the whole public appearance thing and the only one present was Anna, who hummed in concern. Now she just had to figure out how to get herself to a toilet so she could find sweet, sweet release. Elsa groaned again and thumped her arm against the table, a small flurry of snow erupting from the impact. She didn't know if she was going to make it. Anna got up from her chair and stood close to her sister. "Okay," she said, placing one hand on either of Elsa's arms. Anna's hands gripped her arms firmly and Elsa took strength from her sister. She opened her eyes and took a deep breath. "How about you try and stand up. Can you manage that?" Elsa shifted a little, testing the movement. "I don't think so," she said in a strained voice. She groaned again. "Anna, what am I going to do? I can't wet myself in the banquet hall. What will the servants think?" Anna rubbed her sister's arms reassuringly. "You can do it!" she said. "The first step is just standing up. Come on Elsa, it's easy!" With Anna's support, Elsa managed to slowly get to her feet. The moment her butt left the chair, her bladder let out such a strong stream of urine that the hiss of her peeing filled the room and Anna stilled. Elsa clenched harder than she had all night and the streamed slowed to a trickle before stopping completely. That one was definitely running down her legs. Once she was standing completely, Elsa glanced down at her chair. Nothing visible. This dress was impressively thick. But Elsa was shaking, and now Anna was trying to get her to walk. Walking was going to involved uncrossing her legs, which Elsa was almost positive she wasn't going to be able to manage civilly. "Elsa, it's okay. Let's just try to make it to the door." With the first step she started to trickle gently. No amount of squeezing her thighs was stopping it and Elsa found herself beginning to panic. But Anna urged her forward towards the door and they were actually making progress. The trickling was getting worse. "Anna..." "It's okay Elsa, just keep going." The fact that she was going was exactly the problem. A couple more steps and they were close to the wall. Elsa wasn't sure if she could call what she was doing trickling anymore. She could feel liquid going down her calf, and when she felt it dampen her foot she had to stop. She was going to leave footprints. "Anna, I can't-" "We're almost at the door, don't worry. Toilet's not far." But it was too late. The trickle turned into uneven spurts that Elsa couldn't control. Each one was euphoric for the trembling queen as she felt her muscles giving way. She kept trying to clamp down on the liquid spraying out of her, but it was no use. Elsa was full on peeing and there was nothing she could do. She gave into the sensation, closing her eyes and collapsing forward slightly into Anna's arms with a groan. She just felt so damn relieved and as she sighed Elsa could have sworn she was melting. The room was certainly getting warmer. Urine was pouring down her legs, across her trembling knees and splashing onto the floor beneath Elsa's dress. The sensation of her bladder emptying was just too good for the Snow Queen and somewhere in the depths of her mind she knew rivulets of liquid were snaking their way off of her legs and wetting the inside of her skirts instead of making it to the floor. She didn't care. To her credit, Anna held her sister supportively as Elsa let loose an ocean of pent up urine onto the floor. Elsa didn't know what Anna was thinking, and frankly, as she peed, she didn't care. There was only one sensation present to her in that moment. It was a while before her stream began to die down. The room was silent but for the pattering of urine pouring onto the floor under her dress. It was then that the queen noticed Anna had hiked up the hem of Elsa's long skirts to prevent them from drooping into the puddle she was making on the floor. Anna's dress was luckily not long enough for this to be a problem for her, and it touched Elsa that her sister cared enough to think ahead while Elsa was blissfully unaware of her surroundings. Finally, she stopped peeing. The sisters stood in shocked silence as the last of Elsa's urine dribbled into the massive puddle beneath them. It was starting to sink in exactly what Elsa had just done and she felt a blush creep up her neck. "Oh dear," she managed meekly. "Wow," was all Anna said. "That's, um..." "I can't believe I just did that," Elsa said, as she let her head fall against her sister, burying her face in Anna's shoulder. "Is it visible on the dress?" her muffled voice asked. The inside was certainly soaked, but with any luck... Anna was still holding onto Elsa's skirts and she twisted them around, leaning over to check the back as well. "It looks fine," she said. "Hey, with any luck, nobody will know it was you." Elsa stood up straighter and looked at her sister. She was beginning to notice just how much warmer the room had gotten, and it occurred to her that Anna had stood by her even as her desperation froze the very air she was breathing. She wondered if she had made things uncomfortable at all for the guests when she had been trying to very much to hide just how desperate she was, but decided it was best not to dwell on it. She looked down instead. "Anna... my skirts are wet on the inside. Very wet. Somebody is going to have to clean them. And we're both standing in a puddle. We're going to leave footprints." Anna let Elsa take over holding up the skirts, stroking her chin. "Okay... I can see how that evidence might possibly lead to you." She seemed to get lost in thought. "Unless..." "Unless what?" "Come over here," Anna said, as she pulled her sister over to the edge of the puddle. "Now freeze the inside of your dress so it stops dripping." Elsa wasn't sure where she was going with this. "Anna..." Anna smiled reassuringly. "Trust me. The cold never bothered you anyway, right?" Elsa sighed and did as she was told. Anna lifted a foot. "Now freeze my shoe." Freeze her shoe? What was Anna... oh. "Promise me you won't slip and hurt yourself." "I promise." Elsa froze Anna's shoe and the young princess stepped out of the puddle. Then Elsa froze her other shoe and followed up by freezing her own feet as they freed themselves from the damning evidence beneath them. And they didn't leave footprints. Anna then grabbed her sister by the arm and dragged her outside, waving pleasantly at a guard in the hall before they literally slipped back out into the courtyard. Elsa was embarrassed at first, but realised quickly that with the thick fabric of her dress hiding the accident, the guard wouldn't be able to tell anything was amiss. The courtyard was blissfully empty. And then Anna was climbing onto the ledge of one of the fountains and pulling Elsa up with her. The queen stood there next to her sister and sighed. "Okay, now what?" Anna pushed her into the water. Elsa screamed and managed to grab a hold of Anna's arm before the two of them fell into the fountain. In Elsa's panicked state, she felt the water around her freeze solid, trapping them in its frigid embrace. It was then that she realised what her sister had done for her as she heard the guards rushing into the courtyard to help them. Now Anna was shivering and Elsa felt terrible. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to do that," she said, thawing the water around them. She hugged Anna and rubbed her arms to try and warm her up, but of course making things warmer was never something Elsa was really good at. "Queen Elsa, Princess Anna, are you alright?" One of the guards asked as they stopped in front of the fountain. "We're fine," Elsa said. "Though I think Anna might need a warm fire started in her room." "What happened?" Anna opened her mouth to reply but Elsa interrupted before the princess could get a word in. "Anna was playing on the edge of the fountain and I was worried she would fall in so I tried to get her down. She slipped and I was pulled in with her." The guards were silent. "Don't worry," Elsa said. "Nobody's trying to assassinate me." Anna giggled. The guards helped them out of the fountain and escorted the royal sisters back to their respective rooms. As they walked Elsa smiled at her sister in thanks. Knowing that Anna would be there for her no matter what? Now that was the best birthday present a Snow Queen could ask for.
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