Unhappily Ever After.

Result of the April Poll.

After the incident in their childhood, Elsa is locked away in her room in Arendelle Castle. Unbeknownst to her, the magic that hurt her sister Anna has left her a very different princess, and how that Anna is ready to become queen, an example must be made of the witch who cursed her.

CW. Bad end. Exhibition. Humiliation.

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Life had never been easy for Princess Elsa of Arendelle. Even at a young age she’d been special, she’d been different. Of course, even if her strange abilities hadn’t manifested she still would have been raised in a palace as heiress to the kingdom, hardly a normal childhood, but that had never been in the cards.

For as long as she could remember Elsa had loved the cold, she would sleep with the windows of her bedroom wide open, crying if her parents came to close them and shut out the freezing air. She’d gone out into the snow whenever she could, sitting and playing in it without a coat or boots, perfectly content.

And then the cold had started following her. Wherever she went the temperature plummeted, fires died down, frost crept over the windows, and even a simple touch would freeze a glass of water or a simmering bathtub.

Her parents had been nervous, but understanding, and for a time things had been happy.

Then she’d lost control.

Then she’d hurt Anna.

It had been an accident. A slip that sent a bolt of magical cold into her baby sister’s helpless body and changed the course of both their lives forever.

Elsa had been locked in her chambers, told only that her parents were desperately searching for a cure to save her sister’s life. Then she was told that Anna would be fine, that some magical cure had spared her. Then the news that her parents had died in a storm came, and after that, only silence.

So many years of silence.

Elsa grew from a child into a woman alone, her only interaction with the wider world coming as the meals were slid into her room through a hatch in the wall, and what she gleaned from peering out her windows.

She knew things were not right in the kingdom, even cut off as she was. The city had once rung with laughter and music and friendly chattering crowds, now it was quiet. The meals that she received, once rich and lovingly crafted and worthy of a princess, had been replaced by little more than gruel. As she’d grown out of her childhood clothes nothing had been given to replace them, and now the first-born princess of the realm and heir to the throne, was forced to wear rags she crafted herself from the remnants of her girlhood wardrobe.

It wasn’t until after her twenty-first birthday that anything changed, and Elsa quickly wished it hadn’t.

She was awoken from her sleep by a crash as the door that had been sealed for over a decade slammed open and the first people she’d seen in just as long marched in, spears lowered.

She shrieked in alarm, clutching her tattered rags to her chest, as the guards closed ranks around her. Already her fingers were crackling with frost, her bedsheets freezing solid as she scrambled back against the wall and trembled.

“W… what’s happening? What… what are you doing here?” she croaked, voice weak and quiet from disuse.

“No magic, witch, or we’ll run you through.” The Guard Captain growled, “Not a word from your lips or a twitch of your fingers, understood?”

“P… please, I’m not safe… I don’t want to hurt anyone.”

“Was that a threat?”

“No!” Elsa wailed, flattening herself against the wall as the guards pressed their spears forwards. “Please! I can’t control it. I’m sorry! I’ll… I’ll do whatever you want j… just please keep away from me!”

Frost was already creeping over the vicious points of each spear pointed at her. Elsa could feel the cold pulsing out of her with every breath, her chest heaving with panic. She needed to calm down, she knew that, but her rational mind had no control over her terror. She was going to hurt someone, one of the guards would step too close or slip on the icy floor, and then all of the others would put her down like a rabid dog.

She sobbed, curling up into a ball and covering her head with her arms, waiting for the inevitable.

Instead, the cold eased. Her breath stopped fogging the air, the crackle of freezing fabric and frosting wood fading, only to be replaced by a quiet humming.

“Happy birthday to me.”

“Happy birthday to me.”

“Happy birthday Queen Anna”

“Happy birthday to… me.”

Elsa lifted her head, staring wide-eyed past the guards who had lifted their spears away from her. In the doorway was a beautiful red-headed woman, dressed in an extravagant red and purple gown embroidered with gold. A golden tiara was perched on her rich copper hair and each of her fingers were adorned with yet more gold and jewels.

Her hips were broad, her bust plump, her figure accentuated by a corset and the low neckline of her dress. Her breasts, huge and pale, were scandalously on display almost in their entirety, a deep valley of cleavage proudly displayed.

Elsa hadn’t seen her sister in over a decade, but it was immediately clear Anna was no longer the sweet little girl she’d known.

“Aren’t you going to wish me a happy birthday, sister?” Anna cooed, sweeping into Elsa’s room with a smile on her face, not caring a bit that her elder sister was hunched and quivering in the corner.

“A… Anna?”

“Queen Anna.” Her sister corrected sweetly, “You are my sister so I’ll permit you not to call me ‘your majesty.’”

“It’s been so long… you’ve… you’ve grown up.”

“As have you.” Anna smiled, eyes tracing up and down Elsa’s cowering body, drinking in a figure just as voluptuous as her own.

Yes, poor Elsa’s decade-long diet of gruel had somehow failed to prevent her body from exploding outwards into a picture of womanhood. Her tits were huge, her backside broad and bubbly, and all of it was almost entirely bare thanks to the rags clinging to her body.

“Y… your birthday.” Elsa mumbled. “You’re… eighteen? And you’re… Queen?”

“I know!” Anna laughed, clapping her hands happily, “At long last! Honestly spending so long having to act through regents was sooo wearing.”

“R… regents?”

“Yes, you needn’t worry about them though, they served their purpose.”

“A… Anna I don’t understand?” Elsa swallowed, struggling to her feet and staring warily at the guards still standing at the ready around her.

Her sister smiled, but her eyes were cold and empty. There was no love in them, no warmth… no life. Elsa shuddered, immediately averting her gaze from Anna’s inhuman eyes as she realised something was deeply, deeply wrong with her sister.

“I’ll explain on the way.” Anna drawled. “Guards, get her out of those rags and put on the collar.”

“W… wait no!” Elsa squeaked as the guards advanced on her, expecting them to freeze as soon as they came anywhere near her, but to her surprise she was grabbed and yanked forwards without issue. She whimpered as her makeshift clothes were torn away by rough, calloused hands, ones that wandered over her body far too much even once she’d been stripped.

Before she could question how her powers had somehow vanished and why Anna would be so cruel, a heavy leather collar was strapped around her throat and the leash hooked to it politely handed to Anna.

“My… my powers.” Elsa whispered, clutching the collar fastened around her. “Where did they go… am… am I cured?”

“Not cured, just declawed.” Anna sighed, giving the leash a tug that forced Elsa to stumble a few paces towards her. “Your ice magic won’t be hurting anyone ever again.”

“H… how?”

“You remember the trolls, don’t you?” Anna smiled, pulling her towards the door. “Such potent magic, just like yours… they saved my life after your little assassination attempt, but I knew they were far too dangerous to let live.”

She reached into her cleavage and produced a tiny pouch, pouring a fine grey dust out onto the floor.

“Trollsand. It turns out grinding those miserable little pebbles down into powder and spreading a circle from their remains will neutralise any and all magic within… very convenient when one has to deal with an ice witch.” Anna chuckled “As of just a few minutes ago, Arendelle’s borders have been ringed with Trollsand, our realm is finally safe from magic for good.”

Elsa’s eyes widened, staring in horror at the tiny pile of grey sand before Anna tugged her past it. “You… you… murdered them?”

“Of course.”

Before Elsa could begin to wrap her head around her sweet little sister committing genocide, her earlier words drifted back into her mind.

“Wait… assassination?” she whispered, “You think… I tried to kill you?”

“Naturally. Once everyone knew what you were, mother and father would have made me their heir.” Anna shrugged, forcing Elsa to follow her closely as she swept through the halls. “That’s why you murdered them too.”

“No!” Elsa sobbed. “Anna, how could you s… say that?”

Anna smirked over her shoulder. “It’s good to give the people a villain, it makes them happy to have someone to hate, someone to blame. The beloved king and queen are lost at sea, who’s to say they didn’t strike a mysterious iceberg to clear the way for an evil witch to take the throne?” she yanked Elsa’s leash, sending her elder sister tumbling onto her knees with a squeak. “How lucky they are to have me to save them.”

“Wh… what happened to you?” Elsa sobbed, hanging her head and clutching her heaving bosom in her hands. Even in the warmth she was shivering, her skin raised to goosebumps, her heart racing with humiliation just as much as terror.

“I grew up with a heart of ice.” Anna sighed, stooping low and forcing Elsa to stare up at her. “Your fault, of course, but I’m actually grateful.”

She pulled Elsa back to her feet and began striding down the stairs towards the front gates of the castle itself.

Elsa’s eyes widened as she struggled to keep up with Anna’s pace, surely her sister wasn’t going to take her outside? She wasn’t wearing a stitch! How many people were out there, citizens of Arendelle who would crowd the streets to see their queen walking amongst them? What would they think as she was paraded in front of them naked and collared like a common mutt?

“Not having to worry about love, or friendship, or mercy, it’s liberating.” Anna smiled cheerfully, “I expect you’ll wish you didn’t care what people thought of you in a few moments, dear sister.”

“A… Anna… where are we going?” Elsa whined, tugging against the leash, trying to slow her sister’s stride. Anna was stronger than she looked, effortlessly pulling Elsa along even as she struggled.

The guards threw open the doors to the castle and, with a cruel giggle, Anna pulled Elsa out into the cool Arendelle air.

Elsa froze, not literally of course, though she wished she could have conjured a blizzard just to hide herself. Her eyes widened and her throat closed up as she stared at the crowds gathered in the courtyard, all cheering for her sister, and laughing at her.

“Hail the Red Queen!”

“Look at the Ice Witch!”

“Long live Queen Anna!”

“Not so powerful now, monster!”

“Long may she reign!”

“She makes a better whore than a princess!”

“Bring the Ice Bitch here, your majesty!”

“Look at the size of the Ice Bitch’s udders!”

Elsa sobbed, covering her heavy breasts and silver-haired pussy with her hands as best she could, as the jeers and wolf whistles of countless peasants washed over her. There were so many of them, hundreds upon hundreds, every citizen of Arendelle lining the courtyard and the long bridge that led to the town beyond.

She could feel their eyes on her body. Leering at her breasts as they bobbed and jiggled on her chest, squished tight by her trembling hand. Sneering at her bubbly backside, bouncing erotically with every stumbling step. Every inch of her was on display for them to enjoy and mock, nothing was sacred, nothing was safe.

Anna yanked her leash hard and Elsa tumbled onto her knees, tears streaming down her cheeks as she landed on all fours. A cheer went up from the crowd, and yet more jeering taunts flooded her ears.

“That’s better! Show off those tits!”

“It’s a better position for an Ice Bitch, that’s for sure!”

“Her ass looks even fatter when she’s on all fours!”

“Make her crawl, your majesty, like the bitch she is!”

Anna only laughed to herself and continued her stride, her pace too quick for Elsa to recover from her fall properly, having to scrabble and crawl on her hands and knees or be dragged along by her throat.

Elsa squeezed her eyes shut, desperately trying to block out the roar of the crowd she was paraded past them to god knows where. The cobblestones were rough against her knees, the breeze was cold against her skin, and between her thighs, even as she whimpered and trembled and crawled like a dog, a perverted heat emanated from her long-neglected pussy.

She’d been alone so long, isolated from everyone in the whole world, and now she was the centre of attention, a sexual object, albeit an unwilling one. It didn’t matter, the attention was making her wet, and it was an even worse humiliation than her crawl of shame.

She opened her eyes, blinking through the tears as Anna’s pace finally slowed. Before her, in the centre of the town square where the bridge to the castle began, was a large glass cage.

It was strangely beautiful, a ten foot bell of slender glass bars, floored with soft straw. Elsa had no idea how it had been made, but positioned as it was whatever, or whoever, was inside could be admired by the whole town at every hour of every day.

“Anna.” She whispered. “P… please.”

“You can crawl in, or my guards can throw you in.” Anna smiled, opening the door to the oversized bird-cage and gesturing for her to climb inside. “They’re just aching to get their hands on you.”

“I never meant to hurt you.” Elsa sniffed, slowly making her way forwards. “I loved you so much… it was an accident… you’re my baby sister… my whole world…”

“Yes yes, very touching.” Anna rolled her eyes and slammed the gate closed so hard Elsa thought the bars might shatter, instead they sealed shut and her sister turned to face her adoring subjects.

“Citizens of Arendelle! Have no fear! I, your Queen Anna the first, have defeated the murderous Ice Witch!” Anna cried out, raising her hands. “To prove there is nothing to fear under my rule, the witch will be held here on public display for the rest of her days! Let her fate be a reassurance to all good citizens that your queen cannot be defeated by any power on this earth, and let it be a warning to any who might be foolish enough to question my reign… if I can bring such a dangerous and villainous beast so low, what do you think I’ll do to you?”

The crowds cheered and bowed, and Anna purred with delight, but all Elsa could do was sit and hug herself and desperately try to ignore how sopping wet she was in her brand new home.

-o-o-o-

“Please… please sir. I’m so hungry.”

Elsa’s voice was weak and pathetic, a meek whisper that barely caught the attention of the guard marching past her cage. He paused, sandwich halfway to his mouth as he turned his head to sneer at the naked blonde cowering just across the square.

In the months since Queen Anna’s coronation the novelty of seeing the Ice Witch caged in the town square had died down. Oh, people still laughed and leered at Elsa every day as she sat naked and miserable in full view of the kingdom, but she no longer drew the crowds of vicious onlookers she once had.

Elsa actually missed it. The attention had been humiliating, but it had been nice in a strange, perverse way. More importantly when she’d had dozens of peasants laughing and spitting and jeering at her, they’d thrown her scraps either to hurt her or to bribe her into showing off her body. These days she had to make do with her single daily bowl of gruel.

“S… sir… please, take pity.” Elsa pleaded, reaching through the bars of her cage.

“Surprised a monster like you knows the word ‘pity.’” The guard scoffed, wandering a few steps closer but remaining out of reach of Elsa’s clawing hands. “What do you want?”

“J… just a bite, sir.” Elsa whimpered. “Please… a crumb, anything at all.”

“And what do I get from this bargain, huh?”

Elsa bit her lip, and did what she needed. She sat up and pressed her chest against the bars, her fat pale tits squishing through the gaps and wobbling enticingly in the guard’s face. Elsa parted her thighs and thrust her hips forwards, showing off her hungry, hairy cunt as the guard grinned and shook his head.

“The other lads on the guard told me you were a slut.” He chuckled, reaching into his pants and drawing out his cock. “You’ll do anything for a meal then, Ice Bitch? Or is it this that you’re really hungry for?”

“I’ll do anything, sir.” Elsa mumbled. “Please.”

The guard laughed and stepped forward, smacking his cock across Elsa’s blushing face before pushing into her waiting mouth. The former princess of Arendelle only whined and began to suck, bobbing her head and swirling her tongue and dreaming of better days. How many men had she done this to? how many more dicks would she suck or stroke or bend over for before she finally died?

It didn’t matter.

This was her life now, a public use fucktoy for all the kingdom to enjoy.

Her unhappily ever after.