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Elsa's Story
  • Author - luctem  
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  • Post Date - 6/13/2018
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Author's Note: This is my first attempt at writing a story. It is rather vanilla compared to other stories on this site, but I am still curious what you think of it.

The characters of this fanart story are NOT owned by me, but borrowed from the well-known movie "Frozen". I thought that, after all the trauma, the pressure, and the huge responsibility, it seems natural that the young Queen of Arendelle would like to let go once in a while.

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Chapter 1

"The cold does not bother me, but it DOES have an effect."

The troll blushed instantly. It was totally inappropriate to stare at Elsa's erect nipples, not only because she was his queen, but also because they had become close friends over the last few months.

"You didn't expect me to be naked underneath, did you?"

"No, I didn't," Grand Pabbie felt caught again.

"One of the advantages, if cold does not bother you. No panty lines." Elsa giggled and gave Grand Pabbie a smile, reassuring him that everything was fine.

*** Two weeks earlier ***

"What are you doing in the dungeons again, Queen Elsa?" Elsa was so lost in thought that she neither noticed maid Mildred enter the cell, nor did she hear her at first. "Are you OK, Elsa?"

Else looked up at Mildred, as if awaking from a dream. "I was, ahm, just thinking a bit."

"If I may speak openly, I noticed you have been doing that rather often recently."

"Oh, you noticed..."

"Why do you come back to this horrible place, after all Hans did to you here? I am getting worried. What is haunting you?"

Elsa took a deep breath and sighed. "These few hours, when I was locked into these iron manacles... it sounds silly, but it was the first time I was really free. I was helpless, at least I thought I was, so all responsibilities were lifted off me. Does this sound crazy?"

"Not at all, Elsa, it does make sense and I think I understand what you mean. I hope it is not inappropriate to say this, Your Majesty, but if you desire, if you want to feel this again, I could lock you up in chains and leave you here for some time. It would be our secret, I would lock the entrance to the dungeon and noone would ever know."

"That is kind of you, Mildred, but now I know that I can break these chains, it will never be the same."

"Maybe I know who could help us."

*** back on the present day ***

The last week had been packed with appointments and visits. Elsa had long forgotten that strange conversation in the dungeons. Harvesting season was coming to an end, and Elsa had been busy rushing from one village to the other, thanking the local people for their hard work and ensuring them that their efforts were appreciated and valued in the castle. After a quick lunch, Elsa asked Mildred where they were heading next, but she replied, "Your Majesty, I have to confess, there is no more appointment this afternoon. Actually, you have no obligations for the rest of the day and tomorrow."

"What does this mean, Mildred, why was I lied to?"

"Please, Elsa, would you just trust me and follow me? I promise, you will soon understand."

Elsa was not sure whether she should be angry at Mildred for lying, or just trust her. Elsa decided that she was too exhausted for arguing, sighed and followed Mildred, who had opened the secret door in Elsa's office. A few minutes later, they arrived in the very dungeon cell where Elsa and Mildred had talked a fortnight earlier.

"Grand Pabbie?!?" The chief of the trolls was the last one Elsa had expected to see. "It's so nice to see you!" Elsa's joy was sincere, as was her surprise. "What are you doing here?"

"Mildred has told me about your conversation. I am here to help you." Before Elsa could recall the details of the talk, he continued, "I have brought a burning stone." Pabbie produced a crystal from underneath his cloak. It had a dull and dark red color. "It's not really burning, is it?" Elsa said with a sceptical look, "what is it supposed to do?"

"If you really want to feel the freedom of being bound again, as you described to Mildred, be so kind and touch the stone with your ice." Half out of curiousity, Elsa created a tiny snowball and let it float to the dark stone. The moment it touched it, the snowball melted into millions of tiny waterdrops which stood still in mid-air for half a heartbeat before being sucked into the crystal. In the same moment, the previously dull stone started to shine so strongly that the surprised Elsa had to cover her eyes. A few seconds later the shine had subsided to a flickering, red glow.

"Take off your dress, Elsa."

This was unexpected, but it was not so much the strange nature of the request that startled Elsa, but the fact that somebody was giving her an order. For as long as she could think, she had been the one giving orders, not receiving. "This is getting interesting", she said, but decided to play along. She opened the ribbon what held together her glittering dress in the back of her neck, and let the gown slide to the floor. Grand Pabbie was shocked to see that Elsa had been wearing nothing but her light blue overknee stockings and her shoes below the dress. He could not help noticing the little goose bumps on Elsa's soft, pale skin, and that her nipples seemed to get hard.

"The cold does not bother me, but it DOES have an effect."

The troll blushed instantly.

"You didn't expect me to be naked underneath, did you?"

"No, I didn't," Grand Pabbie felt caught again.

Elsa herself could not believe that she was standing nude in front of the old troll. Suddenly, she was very aware of Mildred standing behind her, and who must now have a full view of her nude ass. Elsa felt exposed, but she also felt that trying to cover her private parts would make her appear self-conscious and even emphasize her her nudity. Instead, she wanted to show that she was still in control of the situation and fought the urge to cover herself. She took a deep breath to regain her confidence, but by doing so, raised breasts, again catching the troll's attention.

It's not that Grand Pabbie was staring at Elsa out of erotic interest, it was just out of plain interest. For him, human bodies, in particular that of Elsa, were too tall and slender, the legs too long, the skin too pale and much too soft. Why human women shaved all body hair was a mystery to him.

"One of the advantages, if cold does not bother you. No panty lines." Elsa giggled and gave Grand Pabbie a smile, reassuring him that everything was fine.

Mildred had silently picked up Elsa's dress, folded it up and placed it on a wooden stool on the far wall. The troll regained his posture, reached for a small necklace and attached the burning crystal to it. "Elsa, kneel down, in front of me." For Grand Pabbie, this was just a necessity, because he was too short to reach Elsa's neck. For her, it was another command, and it sent a tingle trough her body. Elsa had never knelt in front of anybody. Surprisingly, this new experience was oddly intriguing, and the fact that Mildred was watching her every move excited Elsa more than she would have ever thought.

Elsa held up her hair for Grand Pabbie and he put the necklace around her neck. "Stand up now and put your hands behind your back. Mildred, if you please?" While Elsa rose, she could hear the noise of chains behind her, but she resisted the urge to turn around. Instead, she put her hands behind her back and stood still, until the touch of cold iron around her wrists confirmed what she had expected. It took Mildred a few moments, but then two distinctive clicks indicated that the metal cuffs had been firmly locked around her wrists. The weight that suddenly pulled down on them signalled that Mildred had let go of the chains. Finally, Elsa turned around to see that a heavy chain, only a few feet long, was linked to the metal ring in the wall, just above the stone bed.

"What a strange game you are playing with me," Elsa said, smiling to relax this awkward situation. Grand Pabbie said, "Mildred and I will leave now. I will stay in the castle and not be far, and Mildred will see after you regularly."

With that, Mildred and Grand Pabbie left the cell, closed the door and Elsa heard the heavy bolts fall into place. Left behind was their almost naked, chained up Queen, who was slightly confused, but still amused and somewhat touched. She knew that what these two had done was a gesture of understanding and friendship.

Chapter 2

Elsa explored her bonds and gave them a playful tug. The cuffs were solid, the locks were tight and the chain strong. The ring in the wall had probably been in place for centuries. No human could escape this cell. Elsa decided to play along and tried to remember that feeling of helplessness she had experienced what seemed an eternity ago. She pulled the heavy chains, tried to recreate the sensation of despair, or the warm comforting calmness of being powerless.

Soon, she started to feel stupid, even ridiculous. The queen of Arendelle, naked except for stockings and shoes, a red stone dangling from a necklace around her neck, chained to the wall, playing prisoner like a little kid. Pretending to be helpless. Actually, not even succeeding in pretending to be helpless. Her mood changed to sadness and disappointment when she realized that this theatre play was not working, and that she would have to tell her friends that their efforts were in vain.

She decided to end this sharade and guided her thoughts to icing up the metal that bound her. She created a mental image of ice crystals growing from within those chain links, breaking through the surface and tearing the iron into pieces.

Nothing happened.

"This is distracting me more than I imagined", she thought to herself. She took a deep breath, focussed on the chain, and did her magic.

Nothing. No cold, no ice crystals, no broken metal.

Instead, she noticed a strange warmth between her breasts. Looking down, she saw the red shine of the burning crystal had intensified. Her suspicion was confirmed when she again tried to summon her magic and observed how the crystal seemed to absorb all her powers and transformed them into a bright red light and a warm glow.

"This cannot be."

Again, concentration, focussing on the chain. No effect. Focussing on a single link, gathering all her powers. Nothing. Aiming her magic at the iron manacles, the padlocks, the ring in the wall, the wall itself. No matter what Elsa tried to ice up, she did not succeed. "This is impossible, how can a stupid necklace irritate me like this?" She tried everything over again, but to no avail. "This cannot be... it's impossible!" The links of the chain remained solid, the ring in the wall firmly fixed in place, and the iron grip of the cuffs around her wrists did not yield.

She began to realize that she was truly bound. Not like last time, when she had THOUGHT she was helpless. It dawned on her that this time, the bondage was real. And it was stronger than her magic. She gasped as a thought crossed her mind:

"What if someone sees me like this?!"

Looking down at herself, she became painfully aware of her own nudity. She spotted her dress on the other side of the cell and tried to reach it, but the chains went taut instantly and stopped her. In a desparate attemt, she tried to bring her hands to the front to see if she could cover herself, but it was useless. She looked around. A place to hide? The ring was built into the flat wall with hardly an edge to hide her. The stone bed was so low, it barely reached her knees. She could clearly see the window in the cell's heavy door, which meant that whoever peeked through it would easily see her exposed body. She sat down on the hard bed, pressed herself against the wall, curled up as tightly as possibly, and tried to disappear.

Suddenly, the expression on her face changed and she was up again, not worrying about her nudity, but futily pulling the chain. Fighting to summon her magic, hardly noticing that the burning stone was heating up between her breasts.


This was a real lockdown, not a game. She was the Queen, not a criminal, she had been betrayed by who she thought of as her closest friends. Left in the dungeons, chained up like an animal, how could they? In her rage, she did not notice the burning stone getting hotter. That, together with her anger heated her up to the point where drops of sweat ran down her skin, tracing every curve of her naked body.

Again, a thought made her freeze in her rage. She took a deep breath.

"This... this is what I was longing for."

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One last tug on the chains. She was not going anywhere, not before Grand Pabbie or Mildred released her.

What if someone saw her like this? She would not be able to prevent it, it was out of her control.

What was happening outside these walls? It was out of her reach, she had no influence.

What if people were trying to talk to her? There was nothing she could do.

How long would she be here? She did not now. Other people would decide for her.

She stood motionless, her breathing slowed down and found a calm, deep rythm. The sweat on her skin cooled down her temper as it cooled down her body and she started to get goose bumps. She looked down on her nipples and saw they were erect as they had been when Grand Pabbie had seen her naked.

She looked at the walls and the light shining throught the window onto the dungeon's floor. She tried to move closer, but she could only see the water in front of the castle. It was as if the world outside had disappeared.

Elsa sat down on the stone bed and, almost motionless, trying to comprehend her situation. Soon, her thoughts began to drift. At some point, she lay down, looked at the window's light that slowly changed its brightness as some clouds floated by in the skies outside her dungeon cell. When she fell asleep, she slept deeper than she had for years.

Chapter 3 (added: 2018/09/01)

Mildred peeked into the cell. Through the key hole, so that she would not be noticed. Inside the cell, there was Elsa, nude except for her stockings, her shoes, her blue opera gloves, and of course, the red burning stone dangling from the tiny silver necklace. Mildred and Elsa had agreed that Elsa should wear gloves to avoid marks from her cuffs on her wrists. The ones she was locked into now were special cross cuffs which firmly pinned together her wrists at a 90 degree angle. Even the flexible Elsa could not slide them down and bring them to her front. The cuffs were chained to one of the rings in the dungeon's walls, which allowed Elsa to move around a couple of meters. She had been there for almost two hours now.

Over the last year, these little visits to the dungeon cell had become a getaway and a retreat for the Queen of Arendelle. Once every couple of weeks, a small gap in her busy scedule opened, and if that gap was as large as an afteroon or even a day, Elsa would grab the necklace with the burning stone and take the secret way from her chamber to the dungeon. Mildred would await her in one of the cells, cuff Elsa's hands behind her back and chain the cuffs to one of the rings in the walls. Mildred would then leave Elsa like this for several hours or even for the whole night (checking from time to time if she was still fine), depending on how much time they had.

Every time the cell door fell into place and the heavy bolts barred it shut, Elsa did not feel like she was locked inside, it felt like the rest of the world was locked out. Whatever obligations there were, they were forced away and out of reach. It never took long for Elsa to drift off, letting go of all the responsibilities and worries that kept her busy in her daily life outside.

This time, however, something was different.

This time, Mildred could see that Elsa was not calm. In fact, she was restlessly pacing up and down the few steps that the chain allowed her, and Mildred could see from the look on Elsa's face that she was far from being relaxed.

Mildred quietly sneaked out of the dungeon's corridor and fetched another special pair of cuffs from the shelves at the entrance.

Elsa was indeed finding it difficult to calm down. She was trying to focus on her bonds or on the cell, but her thoughts kept returning to the big pile of paperwork she had left on her desk. The skies outside were uniformly gray, so there was not even that playful change of sunlight and shadow to distract her from her thoughts.

Suddenly, she heard steps. Immediately heartbeat fastened and for a moment, Elsa wondered what would happen if she was discovered like this. She was relieved when it was Mildred who entered the cell.

"Are you back earlier this time, or is it that time does fly when you are having fun?" Elsa joked, trying relax the situation. Mildred had to smile and replied "It is the former, your Majesty. How have you been feeling?"

"Not good, Mildred, not good at all. I had made myself believe that I had time for a little retreat, but I have to admit to you -and to myself- that I was not being honest. I have to go through the contract and there are a dozen letters to write. Too much to finish on Sunday."

"You have finished more work than that on a single day. Now that you are locked, if I may say, you might as well stay locked."

"You are right, but I would rather have these issues finished. I should have finished them before I came down here. Would you be so kind and release me?"

"Not yet. I am not here to unlock these cuffs, I merely came for a small adjustment."

She stepped behind Elsa and released the chain from the wristcuffs, but only to lock them directly to the ring in the wall. She then knelt down and fitted the other cuffs around Elsa's ankles. "These come from Ireland, they are called 'Irish Eight Cuffs'". Elsa looked down and noticed that they indeed looked like the number eight. They were wide and rigid, pinning her ankles close together.

"This is better" Mildred said, then she turned away from Elsa and left.

Elsa wondered why Mildred had bothered rearranging her binding. The ring in the wall was at a convenient height, so she could stand quite naturally. Elsa started to explore her mobility, which -not surprising- it was very restricted. She could slide her wristcuffs along the metal ring, a few centimeters to each side, but that was about it. She briefly, just as a little test, tried to break the ankle cuffs with her magic ice, but the red glow and the warmth on her bosom confirmed that the burning stone was still there, absorbing all her powers.

"This it not too bad", Elsa thought to herself, "but it might get quite boring."

It was not too bad for a couple of minutes.

After some time, Elsa subconsciously tried to relax one leg and shift her weight to the other, and instantly noticed how restrictive the anklecuffs were. She tried to find a more comfortable position, twisting her legs and hips this way or the other, but there was hardly any comfort gained. Elsa returned to standing straight.

She realized how Mildred's little adjustments had restricted her mobility.

Elsa tried to lift one foot, but only succeeded in doing so for a few centimeters. At least, the weight was taken off that foot for a few moments. She did the same with the other foot and noticed how stiff her knees had become. She tried to bend them as far as possible, but having her wrists secured to the wall made it difficult. Leaning forward and raising her arms as far possible, she was able to move the joints in her legs and of her shoulders at least a little bit.

When she tried to stand up again, she slightly lost balance. Stabilizing herself and pulling herself up was painful for her shoulders. A bit shocked and with a pounding heart, she thought to herself "I have to be more careful".

Now that she knew she could not sit down, her legs seemed to tire faster.

Knowing that she could not flex her arms made her shoulders and elbows ache.

She noticed that she could not take off her shoes, and her feet began to hurt.

The shoes' heels were not too high and Elsa was used to wearing them for entire days, but now that she knew she could not just open those little buckles, she was desparate to get out of them.

She used all the little movement that her rigid ankle cuffs allowed, trying to wiggle her feet out of her shoes. The thin straps and the tiny buckels might as well be made of iron, she was unable to get them off. Suddenly, she realized that, if she DID manage to get one shoe off, but not the other, she would be stuck in an even more inconvenient position. She immediately stopped her attempts.

Mildred had sneaked back to the door and she had watched Elsa's struggles through the key hole. Actually, she found herself enjoying the show Elsa was unknowingly putting up for her. While Mildred certainly was no lesbian, she did appreciate the sight of a good-looking, slender female body. The way Elsa was twisting and turning in her restraints brought up some nice memories and made Mildred smile. The bonds were obviously keeping Elsa busy, and they certainly kept her from worrying about contracts and letters.

As time passed, however, Elsa's struggles became more and more agitated and desparate to a point where Mildred began to worry Elsa might hurt herself.

Mildred entered the cell and stood there quietly for some time, watching Elsa. After some time, she said "You seem a bit uncomfortable, if I may say so."

"Yes, this is too restrictive, Mildred. Please unchain me."

Mildred stood motionless, as if she was thinking about what to do. Elsa did not understand why her friend would not help her, despite her obvious distress. She began to hyperventilate and a few moments later, tears of despair ran down her cheeks as she started to sub uncontrollably.

Mildred stepped closer and gave Elsa a long hug. When Elsa had calmed down, Mildred brushed hair out of Elsa's face, wiped away the last tears and looked into Elsa's eyes.

"You know, Your Majesty, that I would never put you through more than you can take, don't you?"

"But... I can't move with..." Again, Elsa's was breathing was getting faster and her eyes started to fill with tears.

Mildred put a finger on Elsa's lips, signalling her to be silent.

"These restraints are not designed to be comfortable, Elsa. Still, it seems to me that you were fighting your bonds rather than embracing your helplessness. Were you fighting your bonds?"

Elsa nodded.

"You have been through many tough challenges, haven't you?"

Elsa nodded again.

"Much tougher than this, I am certain."

Another nod.

"Take a few deep breaths."

Elsa did as she was told. Mildred noticed how Elsa's naked breasts rose everytime Elsa inhaled, but she resisted the urge to look down and instead kept eyecontact.

"Do you think you could endure this a little bit longer? Could you do this for me?"

Elsa looked a bit surprised, but then she nodded again.

"You are doing great, Elsa! I am so proud of you!"

Mildred gave Elsa another reassuring hug, gave her a little kiss on the cheek and then, without another word, left the dungeon cell.

The door was closed, Elsa heard the heavy bolt locking the cell.

She found herself being a bit confused, not quite sure what had just happened. After a few moments, she decided not to worry too much. Mildred was right, Elsa had indeed been fighting her bonds rather than embracing them. And Mildred was right about the fact that Elsa had been through tougher challenges. She would not let herself be broken by these restraints.

Mildred had known Elsa so long, sometimes Elsa thought Mildred knew Elsa better than Elsa knew herself. If Mildred was confident that Elsa was up to this challenge, then Elsa probably WAS up to this challenge.

When would Mildred return to release her? Elsa did not know. It was out of her control.

Finally, Elsa began to find that inner calmness she had not been able to reach earlier.

She was going to take this ordeal one breath at a time.

The discomfort in her shoulders? She would endure it for another breath.

Breath in, breath out.

The cuffed hands? The urge to strech her arms? Endure it for another breath.

Breath in, breath out.

Her locked ankles? The stiff, aching knees?

Breath in, breath out.

Breath in.

Breath out.

Breath in.

Mildred was crouching outside the dungeon cell, peeking through the keyhole. She smiled when she saw that things were going fine again. It had been a bit risky, but it had worked out. Elsa was still there, and she was still chained to the wall. Her bright skin and the light blue stockings made a nice contrast to the dark dungeon walls. Elsa was enduring her ordeal as bravely and calmly as Mildred had hoped she would. Her deep, slow breaths made her chest rise and fall, and from time to time, she tried to move her arms a littlebit or she tried to stretch her neck. She certainly was not worrying any more about what was outside the dungeon walls. For Elsa, the world outside had vanished.

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Wednesday, September 19, 2018  

Great chapter! Hope you plan to make another one!

Friday, September 07, 2018  

I love it.

Great to see more stories showing that bondage can be a central activity in a story other than just direct BDSM, pain or direct sex. The mind can add that itself as you read the material.

It shows that it can be an expression of extreme care, esthetic art, very strong mental arousal, demonstrating a protective, and real intimate way of building true trust with another, of getting go, and letting your imagination run. Basically, love in it;s truest strongest form in my personal opinion.

This is the type of story you can modify in your head if you want to ass sex to it directly, how you want it to look, feel, and get aroused with the esthetics.

We definitely need more stories of a more caring, concerned, protective love type of bondage fantasy genre. To allow our minds to be more creative and enjoy the fantasy.

Write on!!!

Tuesday, August 21, 2018  

Thank you for the nice and encouraging comments! I'm working on the next chapters, but progress is slow.
And yes, I'm the same person as luctem on DA, this story is posted there as well.

Wednesday, July 25, 2018  

This is excellent for a first attempt. Especially the part where, as a ruler, she goes through the "this was a setup!" thought process. As with others, I, too, think the story ended just as it could have gotten going. But that means you as a writer are definitely on the right track! I hope you keep writing, as I look forward to reading your new (or continued? (hint, hint) stories.

Saturday, June 16, 2018  

Are you THE luctem from DeviantArt???

Wednesday, June 13, 2018  

Cute. Fantasy magic and trolls mixed with a desire for bondage. Not a bad fist try. Thank you.

Wednesday, June 13, 2018  

Really good! Please do more :)

Wednesday, June 13, 2018  

A fun start. It ends before you really begin to explore the potential of the queen's newfound helplessness, though. ;)

Wednesday, June 13, 2018  

What a beautiful story. Thank you very much. I like the theme of the underlying contradiction in any consentual bondage.

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