Or, what was in the entrance hall, more specifically. It wasn’t the palace that the Snow Queen frowned at. It was a magnificent palace, carved out of ice and snow, with elegant towers, and grand balconies, and as many rooms and chambers as a queen could ever want or need. The Snow Queen frowned as she returned home to her palace.

In real life, spanking should take place between enthusiastically consenting adults after negotiation, with knowledge of limits, safewords, etc. However, this is not explicit in text and is open to individual interpretation.ĭisclaimer, as is typical for me: Obviously this story with its fantasy setting etc is not representative of any real-life dynamic and should not be taken as such. I have left the relationship-type between the Snow Queen and the Ice Princess intentionally ambiguous though in my head I imagine them more couple-like with a D/s-like element to their dynamic rather than being any sort of familial relations or anything else. This story has a bit of an almost fairy-tale-like setting, and if you’ve read Narnia (particularly ‘The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe’), you may notice I have taken a little inspiration from that for the setting, or perhaps the aesthetic, if that makes any sense. Or if you want to support me and read more of my stuff, Click Here for my Patreon Page and Here for my Patreon Stories Index. I also have a (short) index for my True Stories. If you’d like to read my other stories, please see my Stories Index. A/N: This, like most of my writing, is a F/F spanking discipline story.

Snow queen by emma harrison