"Hmm? What is it, Anna?"
"Can I ask you something? You know, just something a bit personal about yourself?"
"Uh, I suppose...but I'm getting a bad feeling from that cheeky little grin of yours..."
Princess Anna knelt down, a smirk still evident on her lips, and she poked at her older sister's pot belly, which was clearly visible the way it pushed against her tight-fitting dress. It was a small but pudgy little gut, just barely on the edge to start sagging over the waist. Anna's finger sank into the soft, tender flesh when she gave it a second, more curious poke. Anna's smile flickered; she briefly wanted to stick her whole hand into Elsa's fat, for some odd reason. The desire was only there for a second, but still, she had noticed it. The redhead pulled herself together and beamed at her sister.
"That song of yours, I had no idea you meant you were going to let YOURSELF go! Why didn't you ever tell me?"
Queen Elsa, unamused by her sister's lame joke, quickly slapped Anna's hand away before her face could get any redder. "A-Anna, please, I'm sure you have better things to do than point out my...insignificant little weight gain...ahem!"
"I guess this explains why the cold doesn't bother you at all, huh?" Anna continued to tease.
"Anna! Cut it out already!"
Anna laughed, standing back up. She pat her sister on the shoulder. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I couldn't resist! You know I wasn't trying to be mean, Elsa!"
Elsa nodded, but still feeling a little despondent. "Yeah...yeah I know...but still...why did you have to talk about my weight gain when I've been trying to ignore it for so long..."
Anna decided it was time to take a serious turn to their discussion. She honestly had no idea why her sister had suddenly gotten herself some extra fluff around the waist, and it certainly didn't seem like Elsa was happy about it either. "Elsa, how exactly did this happen to you? You were only away for royal duties for about a month! Last time I saw you, you were as thin as ever!"
"I know, I know!" Elsa whined, clutching at her head as she paced back and forth, "I...I should have had control over my appetite, but the stress of my queenly obligations, and all of the food they kept offering me, I couldn't help it! The food made me feel better! I chose to take on the responsibility of queen for this country, but I didn't expect it to be THIS difficult. I can only imagine how our parents handled it!"
"Elsa, it's okay, really," Anna reassured her sister. She not only wanted to help ease Elsa's increasing distress, but she was aware that, while Elsa had better control over her powers now, there were times when high stress or anger would influence certain outbursts of magic. It would take the cleaning staff weeks to get rid of all that ice if it happened now.
"Anna, tell me up straight; is it really that bad?" Elsa asked. She turned and presented herself to the younger girl with a spin and a pose.
Anna frowned and her brows knit closely together as she silently judged her sister's physique. Elsa was definitely fat, but there was no way she could actually use that word when it came time to explaining. Elsa's belly was a little thing, pooching out like a bubble of flesh, but even though the queen's dress concealed her belly somewhat, it was still an obvious bulge that no person of average or higher intelligence could have overlooked. Elsa's breasts were fat and round, sagging just a tiny bit, and their plumpness forced the dress's fabric to stretch and pull around them, forming 'cups' to hold them, emphasizing their size even more. Elsa's legs were cloaked behind the dress, but based on assumptions from the bump of her backside, they were thicker as well. Even Elsa's face, already so plump-looking, had gotten softer and squishier than ever before. All in all, Anna thought she looked adorable, like she could just take her to bed and cuddle with her like a stuffed toy for hours.
"You look totally fine, Elsa! There's nothing wrong with you! Honest!" Anna finally replied.
Elsa slapped her hand to her head. "Yeah, that really sounds convincing, Anna."
"I didn't know what else to say."
"Maybe I should just ask to postpone tonight's meeting and start working on a diet to take care of this gut." Elsa rubbed her belly, "It would be for the best...before I get any bigger...don't you think, Anna?"
"Elsa, like I said-"
"Yes, I think I'll do that!" Elsa shouted back, cutting Anna off, and she hurried away with a hasty apology and goodbye both.
Anna knew that she had to do something. She needed to help her sister remember those important lessons; the lessons they had learned from the crisis that brought them together again after a childhood of loneliness. She knew that her sister might not like it, but in the end, it would be for her own good. Anna didn't have any fancy magical powers or anything, but she did understand her beloved older sibling better than anyone, so it was clear that she and she alone could help Elsa in the right way.
"How did I get even bigger now? I thought I'd cut down on the chocolate intake and everything! Ugh, this button...come on...c'mon...please!"
Elsa grunted and groaned, trying to pull her buttoned corset together, but it was painfully clear that her gut would not allow such a thing to happen. She was starting to get a little out of breath. A bulge of excess flab squeezed its way through the open slots of the corset, poking out of the top and the bottom, and her belly was still making a push against the front flaps, making it near impossible to lock everything together. Elsa was already facing difficulty peering over her cleavage, as her breasts had grown out too, but her stomach-fat made the effort of dressing presentable more trouble than it was worth. With a furious cry, the young woman removed the corset completely and threw it aside. Her belly wobbled and her butt jiggled, waddling her way over to the closet to locate clothing much better-suiting. She couldn't ignore how her thighs touched in the middle of her stride.
"Maybe if I put on something more simple, without any buttons or straps..."
Elsa dug around her clothes for some time, but for as deep as she could reach, there was not a single article of clothing that would properly fit her now. While clad in only her bra and underwear, the white-haired queen felt as large as a mother troll. Her abundant butt-fat was swallowing up her underwear, while tit-flesh was overflowing from her bra like a glass filled with too much water. Her chubby belly bulged and rolled over her waist from all sides, with plump love-handles to squeeze and there was even a roll for her back-fat. Elsa couldn't believe how fat she'd gotten; she felt and looked nothing like the slim young woman she used to be. She knew that the royal life would bound to put some pounds on her, but she'd been so confident in her sense of self-control too. If she could get a handle over her powers, unleashing blasts of ice depending on the strength of her emotions, than surely she could have kept her appetite handled too? Elsa pinched an inch of her flab, and knew that that was not the case.
"Ah, yes," she just realized, "I can just do this!"
Elsa waved her hand, and she was covered in a wave of twinkling frost, which quickly faded away to reveal the dress she had worn during her brief 'self-exile', only it had been upped a few sizes to properly fit on her fatter body. The dress certainly looked nice, gave her a very icy flair that would surely win her some points for fashion in front of the dukes and duchesses, but it really didn't cover up her fat any better. Due to the magically-infused crystalline fibers that made up this dress, the fabric had a tendency to be very thin in some points, revealing a faint outline of her body, and that included faint outlines of her rolls, especially the spots where her dress pinched in between the doughy bubbles of flab. If she moved her arm up just high enough, then they would be able to clearly see her underarm-fat, just dangling there so innocently. Elsa tapped her double-chin in thought; she was going to have one large order for the tailor to fill tonight, that was for sure.
"Hey, Elsa? Do you want to try some of this chocolate souffle? It's like dipping your tongue into heaven and licking a cloud!" Anna suddenly flew herself into the room, ignoring the common courtesy to knock, although it was certainly Elsa's fault for leaving the door unlocked in the first place.
Elsa gasped; she instinctively threw her plush arms over her chest and stomach, even though she was already clothed. She didn't want her sister to end up gazing intensely at her rolls, as she had been doing lately these days. She was secure with her sister about everything but her body right now. Her elbow sank into her love-handle, and she eclipsed her gut with a twist of her arm, like she was cradling a newborn baby. Anna's sunny smile started to crumble when she noticed the nasty glare she was receiving.
"Anna, I know I promised to leave the door unlocked for you from now on, but you made the same promise to always knock first!" Elsa chided her sister.
"I'm sorry, Elsa! I was just wondering if you wanted to taste this," Anna placed the souffle down onto the counter-top, "I, uh, I made it myself...I was hoping you'd be willing to be my taste-tester...just this once?"
Elsa huffed, her chubby cheeks puffing out. "Anna, you said that same thing last time! And the time before that!"
"I...I did?" Anna grinned sheepishly and she was becoming unable to stare into Elsa's eyes without guilt anymore. Elsa was definitely starting to catch on to her little plan, but it wasn't going in the direction Anna had hoped for when Elsa would eventually find out. In fact, maybe things were even worse now. The queen was looking absolutely enraged, and the temperature in the room suddenly dropped by a few degrees. Anna backed up to the door.
"Anna, I'm starting to get a feeling," Elsa stated, "That you've been getting me to eat all of this food on purpose, along with the large amount of food I'm already eating every night! Just what in the world do you think you're doing? I've...I've gotten so fat, and you were only making it worse by giving me food like this! Anna, I just don't understand, did I do something wrong? I thought we were finally able to tell each other everything, we could trust each other again, and now you're fattening me up behind my back...?" Elsa went from furious to immensely hurt in a single speech.
Anna had never felt guiltier. "I was giving you extra food, because I thought you'd remember what we learned back then, together...that you can be the person you really are and not feel shame or hide it from other people just because they don't understand! You came to terms with that about your ice powers, didn't you? So if you're gaining weight, then you shouldn't let that make you afraid to face people either! Isn't that what you want, Elsa?"
"Making me get even fatter isn't going to help with that! I don't want to be fat at all!" replied Elsa.
"It's not about being fatter, Elsa, it's about being content with yourself-"
"This is a completely different matter! I mean, this is something I could have had control over, unlike my ice powers! You should have known better than this, Anna!"
"C'mon, Elsa, I don't think you need to talk to me like this! I love you! I want to help make you happy, and you like eating too, you can't deny that! You love chocolate just as much as I do!" Anna exclaimed. That was what this was all about, she told herself. She was so afraid of what Elsa might say next; she didn't want her sister to shut her out again. Not after everything they'd been through.
Elsa, however, was not willing to muster up the energy for a heated argument. She had important royal matters to attend to, and she was afraid too much heat would cause her dress to start melting away on her. "Will you please...just...just leave, already? We'll discuss this later tonight, or sometime! You can take the souffle with you too. I've sort of lost my appetite just now."
"Elsa! I made this souffle for you, and I'll do every sort of promise, from pinkie-promise to swearing on my heart, that I won't try to fatten you up anymore!"
"Anna, please. I can't talk about this anymore right now. Just go."
Anna, thoroughly dejected, snatched up the plate of chocolate souffle and nearly barreled out of Elsa's room. She knew she shouldn't have tried this idea, it was already a stretch to begin with, and Elsa was smart enough to catch on quickly. Anna hadn't really fattened her up too much, most of it was still the ice queen's own fault, but Anna knew mentioning that would not have helped calm the temper growing between them. The redhead continued running for a time, before she eventually stopped in the middle of some unknown corridor, a good ways away from her sister's room. Heart and head both heavy, Anna groaned; she felt like the biggest idiot of all time, she didn't even get to give the speech she wanted to help Elsa understand the reasoning behind her plan. Everything had backfired. Now she had to make it up to Elsa somehow. What Anna needed to do next would have to be an ultimate expression of love for her sister, to show that not even fat would ever separate them.
Anna took a bite of the chocolate souffle. 'Mmm, it's really good...' she took another bite, as the gears inside her mind started to turn.
Even without Anna's limited 'assistance', Elsa continued to grow. The queen of Arendelle was facing more stress in her life than ever before. Dictating laws, signing bills, discussing treaties, meeting with foreign delegates, listening to the peoples' problems, figuring out solutions to said problems, keeping up an act of elegance and respect among both the high-class and the commoners, not daring to step one toe or said one word out of line. It was little wonder that she tried to find some relief through the many delectable, high-calorie meals she ate each night. The stress was only compounded upon by the falling out she had with Anna, and the two of them did not speak much for the next few weeks, especially as Elsa was leaving the castle time to time to eat, drink and build relationships with those of power, all for the kingdom's sake. A queen's work was never done.
Elsa was desperately afraid that she had shut out Anna all over again, and because she had no time to go into the mountains and mope like usual, she turned to eating even more. She was ashamed that she had let things get so out of control, but it was near-impossible for her to put down chocolate once she'd picked it up in her increasingly-pudgy fingers. No one had ever spoken of her weight directly to her face, but then again, who would risk saying such distasteful things to the queen of a whole country? Elsa didn't know how tolerant anyone was, but she couldn't shake the fear that they were silently judging her. She knew that talking to Anna would help gauge her concerns; the redhead understood her better than anyone. This was nothing like past exploits, surely they could patch things up between them without much fuss. Elsa had already forgiven Anna for her fattening attempts.
The queen slowly ambled her way through a furnished corridor leading to Anna's room, passing by tables adorned with potted flowers and large portraits on the walls featuring past royalty. The massive woman dragged her feet somewhat, huffing and puffing from a lack of breath in her aching lungs, having been waddling for nearly fifteen minutes straight. Elsa had been offered aid by maids and butlers both during her trek, but she refused them all, knowing that confronting Anna was something she had to do alone, no matter how much of her very limited stamina it sapped from her. Elsa coughed. Anna's room shouldn't be too far away now.
Her gut, having grown out much further, with her lower belly-roll hanging far enough to slap against her knees, was the main source of Elsa's weariness; it was difficult to walk around so long while carrying such massive girth. Elsa's belly flopped and bounced off of her legs with every ponderous step, and Elsa's tree-thick legs were so close together at the inner-thigh that they almost looked permanently fused. Fat rubbed against fat, rolls divulged into more rolls. Even her magically-crafted garment was showing signs of wear and tear from trying to contain her blubbery body. Her arms, oozing with loose-hanging fat, swayed gently from side to side, for she was unable to bring them down to her waist any longer, with love-handles bigger thicker than anchors blocking her path. Her breasts were abundantly large and swollen, her rear rocked was coated in fields of cellulite, and it wobbled gracefully like a boat drifting through gentle waves. Her lovely face was marked with round, puffy cheeks and an even rounder double-chin. Cascading down her back were bubbles of excess fat and creases in between deep enough to stick your fingers through. Elsa was, without a doubt, incredibly obese, and all because she overdid it...just a little, that is.
'Anna, I love you, and I know you said you wanted to help me be confident in my size...but I don't think even the wealthiest, greediest dukes I've met have been this large! Maybe this is the real reason why my parents were unsure about me taking the throne when I was little; my metabolism wouldn't be able to take it!'
Elsa knocked on Anna's door.
"Anna?" Elsa huffed, "Are you...are you in there? It's me, Elsa!"
"H-Hold on, Elsa! Just give me...a second here..." Anna sounded like she was in the middle of chewing thoroughly on something. Elsa stepped away from the door. She could have sworn she heard a faint belch from beyond the wall. The door creaked open a few moments later. Elsa had not been prepared for what she was about to see, but when she did finally see it, she already let out a gasp before she could catch herself. Her hands flew to her mouth in shock.
"Anna! What did you do to yourself?"
The freckled redhead beamed, before reaching up to her mouth to wipe away a splotch of chocolate frosting. "You wouldn't believe it, Elsa; I just polished off an entire tray of chocolate treats!" And then her smile fell, "I don't think I could ever eat chocolate again...I feel nauseous just thinking about it now...oh lord, what have I done..."
"Anna, you...you became fat for me? You thought that was a good idea?"
Anna chuckled sheepishly. "Y-Yeah, sort of,"
Anna was still a few hundred pounds or so away from reaching Elsa's own weight record, but in the short amount of time since they'd spoken last, the second princess of Arendelle had really filled out. She was already in 'chubby territory', as it were. Her face was rounder and softer, but her smiles seemed to be even bigger and brighter than ever before. She crossed her plump, freckled arms against her bosom; her breasts' fat slipped through the gaps from over and under her arms, like rubber contorting to fit itself around obstacles. Anna's belly was not fully developed, more like one large, jiggly ring of love-handle that wrapped around the whole circumference of her waist. Because Anna was wearing her pajamas, her stomach was all bout fully exposed, buttons straining in ways that echoed Elsa's own issues with clothing in the past.
"Anna, why would you do this to yourself? Didn't you even stop and think?" That was when Elsa remembered Anna was willing to go out alone into a raging snowstorm just to find her sister, so no, she probably didn't stop and think as often as she should have. Elsa sighed; she'd just answered her own question.
"Elsa, I did this for you! If I couldn't make you be confident even at your size," Anna explained, "Then I might as well make you feel like you're not so alone with your problem! C'mon, it's the LEAST I could do!"
"The least...you could do...?" Elsa couldn't even believe it, but she still felt a smile tugging at her lips, she couldn't stop it from spreading across her pudgy face. She was genuinely touched, and it was just so funny, that Anna would go to such lengths and never consider the negative consequences. She really was the little sister she'd always known, not some sick pervert trying to fatten up her own sibling for kicks. She was a little odd and a little too hyper for her own good, but Anna was the sister she knew and loved, the closest person in her heart. Elsa burst into hysterical laughter, her belly shaking to and fro like a humongous bowl of pudding.
"Uh, is there some more chocolate on my face or something?"
Elsa shook her head as she wiped a tear from her eye. "No, Anna, it's nothing like that. I'm...I'm happy that you did this for me. Thank you; it does make me feel a little better. You're definitely the only person I would ever believe would do something like this for me."
Anna poked her belly and jostled it with a shake. "I don't know what you're so upset about, though. I mean...this fat...it's not that bad! Kinda fun, and bouncy...I could have really used this extra warmth back when I got frozen that one time...hmm...Elsa, do you think it looks good on me?"
Elsa laughed again. "It works much better for you than it does for me, I think."
Anna ran a hand along the underside of her belly-roll, her mind rolling like a tumbleweed in a strong wind. Eventually the two sisters were able to get around discussing an exercise plan for Elsa; even if Anna wanted her sister to be herself, she couldn't say that Elsa wouldn't benefit greatly from losing a few dozen pounds at least. Maybe so she would have an easier time traversing the castle by herself.
That night, Anna had a dream.
She was standing before a mountain, it reached so high into the atmosphere that its top layers were shrouded by a thick fog. A light snow-fall surrounded her, but there was no wind, just dead silence. Anna intended to climb the great rock structure before her. Why she wished to do so, what would drive her to make such a potentially dangerous trek, were unknown to her. All the redhead was aware of was a single, simple command inside her head; she had to reach the top. She raised a foot and stepped into the white fluff surrounding the mountain's base, the first step of what would surely be a long and exhausting endeavor.
She quickly discovered that it wasn't snow after all. Anna knelt down and touched the 'snow' with her bare hand, feeling that it was actually quite malleable, and it did not crumble in her hand, nor did it even fall apart at all. It wasn't snow, but flesh.
Anna started to make her way along the mountain's path, and she realized that the entire mountain, not just the snow, was actually made of this flesh. It was a literal mountain borne from fat. But so much blubber had to have come from someone, and if she could discover the hidden heights of the 'mountain' at its top, she would surely learn who was the possessor of all this immeasurable fat. Maybe that was her reason to climb in the first place.
Anna found herself moving surprisingly agile despite weighing over 500 pounds; unhampered by her own enormity, the obese young woman carried herself over miles of rolls and rolls stretching skyward, going higher and higher. Anna stumbled a few times, but she quickly regained her footing and continued, she would not allow herself to be discouraged. Soon, she could spot something in the near distance. A tuft of white hair.
It was her older sister, her head nearly sunken all the way through into the own folds of her fat. Her face was buried between cheeks larger than boulders, and her chins poured down her front like a waterfall, nearly ten chins in counting. Anna could not begin to fathom how much food her sister must have eaten to grow to this impossible size.
When Anna woke up the next morning, the dream was still fresh inside her mind, and she didn't know what to make of it. She thought it would best if she kept this one a secret from Elsa, and even from Kristoff too.