This thing has been sitting on my computer for over three years. (Yes, it had already sat there for a year before I posted it on tumbles.) Now it is done, and I am done, and if I never see it again, I’ll be happy.
Turned out pretty cool, though.
"May I have this dance, my Queen?"
A Jelsa fanart that I drew a month ago. Jack’s suit is based on and inspired
by this amazing cosplay.
DO NOT EDIT MY ART WITHOUT PERMISSION.
DO NOT REMOVE MY WATERMARK.
Fanart (c) me
Elsa (c) Disney, Frozen
Jack Frost (c) Dreamworks, Rise of the Guardians
She forced a smile on her face. “Mistress Christina, what a pleasure to see you again,” she said while she bobbed a curtsey. It was a remarkable improvement compared to yesterday, but lacked natural grace. “May I welcome you to our home. I hope you will feel most welcome.”
Mistress accepted the greeting with a smile. “Thank you, Danielle, I'm sure I'll feel right at home. And may I say you look absolutely wonderful today. Your aunt has outdone herself this time.”
She gave a girlish giggle and turned to me, her broken smile still on her face. She bobbed again. “And may I welcome you too, Cheryl. It is always nice to welcome a girl as pretty as you. It is nice to have a frie... fellow sissy over.”
I accepted her welcome with a curtsey of my own. “Thank you, Danielle. I feel very honoured for being here. And I am elated by your wonderful compliment, but I must admit that my appearance pales to yours.” It actually stung a bit to say that last part. Surely I was prettier than her? But it is traditional to mention that the beauty of the lady of the house is unsurpassed.
Mistress Margot chuckled. “Don't be so formal Danielle,” she said. “There guests are our friends. Why don't you welcome them with a nice kiss instead?”
“...Yes, aunt,” she replied.
She bent forward, hands to the sides, and puckered her lips. She wanted to kiss Mistress Christina on the cheek, but at the last moment she turned her head and kissed the girl right on her lips. This startled Danielle, who tried to pull back, but Mistress leaned in herself and stole herself a big wet French kiss.
There was a wide smile on Mistress' face and she pulled back. Miss Rosenberg was clearly amused as well. Danielle looked quite flustered.
“Cheryl too, Danielle,” Mistress Margot then told Danielle. “Kiss her properly. Make her feel welcome.”
“Yes aunt,” she answered disheartened. Like before, she puckered her lips and leaned in to kiss me. I mirrored her movements, striking my well-rehearsed sissy-stance where I keep my knees straight, bottom a bit outward, torso tilted forward to show my ample cleavage, and elbows at my side and hands outward. A perfect picture of submissive femininity as Ingrid had called it.
I turned my cheek to Danielle. She gave it a soft peck.
That was not enough, apparently. “On the lips, my dear,” Mistress Margot told Danielle. “Lovingly.”
“You too, Cheryl,” Mistress Christina told me with a stern expression.
Oh no... She wanted me to kiss a boy, I thought alarmed. Danielle probably thought exactly the same, the dismay showing on her face. We sighed in unison. Let's get this over with...
We leaned in on each other, slowly. Just before our lips touched, we hesitated. We looked each other in the eyes, and I saw confusion and uncertainty in her eyes, something she must have read in mine as well.