A/N: This is the femslash version of the the Frog Princess and this story has also been posted on adultfanfiction. I just feel like posting it on here as well though.

The Frog Princess

“You’re the one who ruined my dress after I specifically told you that you couldn't wear it!"

"If you had lent me the dress in the first place then I wouldn't have had to take it and spill wine all over it!"

She watched her two elder sisters argue with a sigh. There had been a banquet last night, thrown by her mother. It had been a disaster. Her elder sister, Kathleen, had refused to let her second oldest sister, Josephine, borrow one of her dresses for the occasion. The dress was one that didn't quite fit her anymore but Kathleen was a brat and refused to give it up. This forced Josephine, who was also a brat, to take the dress without permission, wear it to the banquet, and spill wine all over it- though she insisted it was an accident.

"You stupid cow! Everyone knows you did it on purpose! Admit it!" Kathleen growled.

"I won't admit to something I didn't do!" Josephine protested.

She sighed again. It appeared her sisters wouldn't work this out on their own and the last thing she wanted to do was intervene. "Couldn't you both agree to disagree?" Margaret, the youngest of the sisters suggested in a soft, pleading tone.

"Quiet, Margaret!"

"Yes, do please quiet, Margaret! This is none of your business!"

The three sisters were daughters to the king and queen of Talia, a small and tiny kingdom that was very peaceful and never got in trouble with any of its neighboring kingdoms. However, the peacefulness the village was known for did not carry over into the royal family. The oldest child of the king and queen was eighteen-year-old Kathleen. She was the spitting image of her mother with pale, smooth skin; long, shining black hair and big blue eyes. The middle child was sixteen-year-old Josephine. Although a bit shorter then her elder sister she was blessed with blonde hair and blue eyes she had gotten from her father and a figure almost rivaling that of her sister. Then there was fifteen-year-old Margaret; the youngest of the three. She looked nothing like her sisters with her dull brown eyes, russet colored hair and lack of a feminine figure.

Margaret's older sisters often took advantage of the girl’s nice nature and were never very nice to her, getting away with how they treated her because their parents never seemed interested nor cared about their youngest daughter. There was a rumor which had floated around the kingdom for a long time, which even Margaret knew about and personally thought it true. The rumor was that she was the result of her mother's affair with a councilman. She felt it was true because she looked nothing like her parents and it would explain why her parents were never that interested in her.

"I just want to help," the youngest daughter whispered in a timid tone. "I don't like to see you two fight."

"You just don't understand the meaning of quiet do you, Margaret?" Kathleen spat, glancing over at Josephine with a smirk. "Why don't we teach our little sister a lesson and show her you must always respect and obey your elder sisters, Josephine?"

"I think that sounds like a wonderful idea," Josephine said with a giggle of delight as the two grabbed their youngest sister and dragged her into the forest surrounding their small castle.

Wincing when she was thrown roughly to the ground, she clutched the fabric of her dress tightly in her hands, trembling as she waited for her sisters to continue their little game. She should've known better then to get involved. Whenever she did they always managed to somehow blame her for something and then they decided to punish her or teach her a lesson. Her sisters were cruel and loved to torment her with their little games whenever they got the chance and she was always foolish and naïve enough to bait them. "I said I was sorry! I'll listen from now on," she pleaded softly. Last time they had made her undress and had left her to find her own way home in just her under garments.

"Quiet!" Kathleen hissed, delivering a harsh slap to the back of her sister’s head.

Whimpering from the slap, she rubbed the back of her head, blinking when her sisters giggled. "Why are you laughing?" she asked hesitantly, blinking when her sisters shoved a frog in her face and giggled again.

"Meet your betrothed, Margaret," Josephine said, shoving the frog back in her sister's face when she scooted away. "Don't be like that. This is, after all, the best you can do."

"Yes, Josephine is right," Kathleen said sadly, getting behind Margaret in order to force her to stay where she was. "Why don't you give your betrothed a kiss then, Margaret?"

"Yes, yes give him a kiss!"

"Stop it!" Margaret cried, letting out a gasp of pain when her sister tangled her fingers in her hair and roughly thrust her head forward. "No!" she cried, clamping her eyes shut as Kathleen held her head where it was and Josephine brought the frog towards her lips. It happened quickly and once it was over, Josephine dropped the frog and Kathleen moved away from Margaret, both of them giggling as stared at their red face, puffy eyed younger sister.

"What scandal it will be when everyone finds out Margaret lost her first kiss to a frog!" Kathleen gasped.

"I think we should go tell everyone right away!" Josephine added, the two running off to go spread the gossip.

She couldn't believe what her sisters had done. It was beyond cruel! They had taunted her and made her loose her first kiss to a frog of all things! She could never get that back! Sniffling, she wiped the tears from her eyes and stood up. She had to walk back home despite all the embarrassment and shame she felt. She was about to take a step forward when she was knocked over on her back, the wind knocked out of her. "Wha..?" she managed to mumble out in a dazed tone, blinking when she saw a girl on top of her. "Excuse me... would you please get off me?" she asked politely, still unable to comprehend why this girl had embraced her out of the blue. It was rather odd and more than a bit rude to hug someone you didn't know.

"Oh! I'm sorry!" she exclaimed, smiling sheepishly as she climbed off Margaret and helped her to her feet. The girl was about Margaret's age and the way she was dressed told her she was most likely upper class. Light brown curls were pulled away from a heart shaped face and big green eyes reflected happiness and excitement as she stared at Margaret, rushing back up to her and throwing her arms around her for a second time. "I'm very sorry. I don't mean to frighten you," she apologized with another sheepish smile as she pulled away. "I'm just so excited to finally be saved!"

"Saved..?" Margaret asked with a puzzled expression on her face.

"Yes, saved," she told her in a firm tone. "If you hadn't come along and kissed me I would've been stuck as a frog for the rest of my life!"

It was at that point Margaret lost the entire point of the conversation and turned around, deciding that the girl was a loony.

"Wait, where are you going?!" she cried, grabbing Margaret's wrist in order to stop her from leaving.

"You are mad! That's what's wrong!"

"Why am I mad? I think I present myself very well," she questioned innocently.

"You claimed you were a frog! If that isn't mad I don't know what is!"

"It's the truth though," she said with a frown. "How else do you explain where I came from or where the frog went?"

"I... don't... know," Margaret murmured in a defeated tone, tugging her wrist out of her grip. "This is just all very... odd."

"I know. It must be very confusing for you but I speak the truth," the girl said with a smile. "A good fifty years ago I was turned into a frog for angering a witch and the only way I could turn back into a human was with a kiss," she explained- or rather- blurted out. "In the last ten years or so I was starting to lose hope but then you came along and saved me. Thank you so much!"

Margaret let out a surprised squeak when she suddenly threw her arms around her again, she tried her hardest to squirm out of her embrace, smiling nervously as she put some distance between them. "You’re welcome... what did you say your name was?"

"Oh! In all my haste I never gave you my name; how rude of me!" she cried, silently chiding herself in her head. "My name is Abigail," she said with a smile.

"I... nice to meet you, Abigail. I'm Margaret," the russet haired girl said, letting out another surprised sound when Abigail through her arms around her again, her lips brushing lightly against her cheek as she thanked her for a second time. After what seemed like hours she finally managed to wrench herself away from the girl, smiling faintly as she backed away. "I must be getting back home. It was nice to meet you, Abigail," she said, bowing her head a bit as she turned to leave. She pitied the girl, she really did, but she didn't want anything else to do with her. All Margaret wanted to do was go back home, crawl into bed, and put the incident behind her. Starting to head back to the castle, she stopped when she heard footsteps behind her and as soon as she stopped they stopped as well. "What are you doing?"

"Coming with you," Abigail replied truthfully, tilting her head to the side as she gazed at Margaret with a slight frown. "Is that a problem?"

"Well... yes it is," Margaret explained with a sigh. "Besides... don't you have a home to return to?"

"I'm afraid not. My kingdom is far, far away and besides my family would probably be dead by now."

Margaret sighed. It was getting harder and harder to get rid of this girl! "I really am sorry but... you can't come with me just because I saved you."

"Why not?" Abigail asked. "From the looks of it you’re part of an upper class family so I don't doubt that you have enough money. Why am I unable to come with you?"

"Because... just because!" Margaret snapped. "I might have saved you but I did so unwillingly and it was a complete accident!"

"But...you‘re still my savior," Abigail protested. "Whether it was an accident or not, it doesn't really matter. You saved me and I thank you for that."

"You can't come with me! Just go back to where you came from!" Margaret cried and with that she took off. She didn't know why she was being as cruel as her sisters. Maybe she still held a twinge of resentment towards Abigail because she had taken something important. She knew it was by no means her fault, but she didn't want anything else to do with the strange girl who had once been a frog. All she wanted to do was put the day behind her and move on just like she always did after her sisters taught her a lesson.

Margaret made it home before dark and no one asked her where she had been. Even her sisters were nowhere to be found; the two probably off arguing somewhere. She took this opportunity to sneak back to her room. Once she was in her room she undressed, bathed, and got redressed in her night clothes, trying to put this night behind her and pretend it never happened.

A knock on her door, however, thwarted her plans.

"Miss Margaret, your mother would like to speak with you in the study," a maid said as she poked her head in, this causing Margaret to frown. What on Earth did her mother want? She never paid much attention to her and had never called for her before. Getting out of bed, she pulled on a robe and made her way down the hall to her parents study, knocking on it and entering it cautiously. "Mother, you wanted to speak with me?"

"Yes, please sit down, Margaret," her mother said, placing her book on her lap as she gestured for her to sit next to her.

"Is something wrong?"

"No, I just wanted to ask you something," her mother explained. "There is a strange girl outside our gates. She's been there for hours and is starting to become an annoyance."

"Why are you telling me this, Mother? I don't see why it concerns me."

"Well this girl claims to know you and she is very insistent about that fact," she said with a sigh. "I wanted to get your side before I took action and had the girl thrown off the property."

Trembling, Margaret couldn't believe this was happening. The crazed girl from earlier had actually followed her home? What was she supposed to do now? She... wanted nothing to do with her but she couldn't bear to have her mother throw her off the property. What would become of Abigail then? Despite having her cruel moments she was truly a nice girl and when push comes to shove she would always do the right thing- just like she was about to do now. "Yes... I know her. I saved her earlier today in the forest from an animal and I suppose she followed me back home," Margaret explained slowly. "Mother... would it be all right if she were to stay with us for awhile? She has no other place to go and I would hate for her to wander the street."

"I suppose. It wouldn't look very good to the public if we turned a girl away."

"Does that mean she can stay, Mother?"

"Yes, I will allow her to stay,” she said after a pause, “but you are responsible for her, Margaret. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mother, I understand."

"Alright," she said as she picked back up her book. "Now that all that mess is settled go ahead and tell the guards to let her in and have the maids prepare a room for her."

Nodding, Margaret bowed her head bidding a good night to her mother before she left the room, sighing in disbelief once she closed the door behind her. Why had she done that? She had lied to her mother and now... Abigail was basically under her wing and it was her job to take care of her! Gosh. How did she always manage to get herself into these messes? Maybe... her sisters really were right in saying she was a pushover and too nice for her own good. Walking to the palace doors, she told the guards exactly what her mother had said and with an annoyed grunt they obeyed and opened the door, a sigh escaping her when Abigail spotted her.

Honestly... what had she gotten herself into?

"You can use this for tonight," Margaret told Abigail later that night while Abigail was bathing. She handed her one of her nightdresses, averting her gaze when the girl stood up from the bath. It wasn't like she had anything she didn't have... so why was she getting so embarrassed? "You can borrow my things while you’re here. We're the same size so it works out."

"Thank you," Abigail said with another smile, drying off before she pulled on the nightdress.

"You don't have to keep saying thank you, Abigail. It isn't necessary," Margaret insisted.

"Yes, it is. You saved me from the curse and gave me a place to stay," she protested in a firm tone, telling Margaret that she wasn't going to be told otherwise.

"You'll be sleeping just down the hall from me so..." Margaret started, blinking when she found Abigail no longer in the bathroom. Walking into her adjoining bedroom, she sighed in disbelief when she found Abigail curled up in her bed already asleep. "This night just keeps getting better," she muttered sarcastically to herself, deciding to let Abigail have her bed for the night. She would go sleep in one of the guest rooms.

"Where are you going?" asked a sleepy Abigail as soon as the door opened, the girl lifted her head and stared at Margaret.

"I'm going to go sleep in the guest room. You can have my bed for the night."

"Couldn't you... sleep with me tonight?"

"Abigail..."

"Please?" she pleaded softly. "Just for tonight."

"Alright," Margaret said in a defeated tone, climbing into bed with the now content girl. Getting under the covers, she tried her best to get comfortable and sleep despite the stranger in her bed. She had said it was only for one night but for the next two weeks Abigail would somehow manage to convince Margaret to share the bed with her and she didn't know why she always she gave in to her. Her sisters hadn't been as cruel though. They were much too preoccupied with their own lives and the men that were courting them; they also simply didn't have enough time to torture her, so that was one of the few good things that had happened to her in the past week. "Where are we going?" Margaret asked in an exasperated tone as Abigail pulled her out of the castle grounds and into the forest she had saved her in.

"I just want to take you somewhere," Abigail said with an impish smile. "You’re stuck in that stuffy castle all day and you never get out."

"I do have a tutor you know," Margaret protested with a sigh.

"He's on vacation visiting his family for the next week or so," she replied. "You can't use that as an excuse anymore."

Things had been so complicated with Abigail around. The girl had made up a story about her kingdom being destroyed and being stuck with no place to go. Everyone ate it up and it just made Margaret feel slightly annoyed at how quickly they believed the younger girl... though deep down she did have to admit it was nice to have a friend. She never had many friends growing up. Her only companions were her sisters and they weren’t the best companions. It was actually very refreshing to spend time with someone who didn't want to hurt her, despite her many complaints. "Why'd you bring me here?" she asked after they had stopped in front of a lake. "I've been here before you know."

"I know... but it's still somewhat exciting isn't it?" Abigail replied with that same impish smile on her face as she started to undress, blinking when Margaret shrieked in surprise and turned around. "What's wrong?"

"You’re undressing... outside!"

"I want to go swimming. You don't very well expect me to go in my- your- dress do you?"

"N... no but still," she protested, face flushing when Abigail turned her around, dressed in only her undergarments as she started tugging at her own dress. "I'll do it," Margaret forced out, undressing as well and it made her feel embarrassed once her dress finally pooled at her feet, the russet haired girl crossing her arms over her chest. Abigail was much more developed then her which made Margaret feel ashamed of her small chest and something else too, something she couldn't exactly name. Squeaking in surprise when her hand was grabbed, she let out a shriek when she was roughly pulled into the water, shivering as she stood up. "That wasn't very nice!" she shouted over at Abigail who was giggling.

"Lighten up, Margaret. We're supposed to be having fun," she insisted, splashing Margaret when she glared at her.

Narrowing her eyes, she was about to get out of the lake when she was splashed again and this time it was the final straw, the russet haired girl turned around and splashed Abigail. The sight of her shocked face made her laugh, something she hadn't done in awhile. "You’re right! This is fun," she said, laughing again when Abigail puffed her cheeks out in mock anger and splashed her again. Later that afternoon the two climbed out of the lake, collapsing on the ground next to each other as they both panted, trying to catch their breath.

"Still regret coming out?" Abigail asked with a soft smile.

"I must admit, it was fun," the smaller girl replied. "It's more fun than I've had in a long time," Margaret reluctantly admitted, blinking when Abigail sat up.

"I'm glad that I made you happy,” she murmured and before the other girl could protest, she climbed on top of her so she was straddling her, smiling as she took in her flushed face.

"W... what are you doing? Get off, Abigail."

"You remember when your sisters were taunting you the day you found me?" she asked, completely ignoring Margaret's words.

"Y... yes. What about it?"

"Well... I really wished that you and I were betrothed. Wouldn't that be nice?" she asked in a hushed tone, leaning down and lightly brushing her lips over Margaret's trembling ones, the smaller girl stiffening as she kissed her. "Sorry," Abigail whispered after seeing how scared and confused Margaret looked, climbing off her and moving to reach for her dress. "I shouldn't be so forward."

Blinking, Margaret heard Abigail talking but the words weren't registering in her mind. She could only focus on the memory of Abigail's lips against hers. It was strange; she didn't feel repulsed at the thought of another girl kissing her. She felt more... content if anything and that made her even more confused. "W-wait," Margaret said, stopping Abigail in her tracks as she turned around to look at her. "You don't have to be sorry. I... liked it," she confessed. In the past two weeks Abigail had made her feel many things and it confused her terribly. She... felt like she wanted more than a friendship. She wanted the sort of relationship her two older sisters had with the men courting them... and she couldn't understand why. This was another girl. Why would she feel this way about Abigail and not a boy like she was supposed to?

"Oh... well that's a relief," Abigail murmured, frowning when she saw the look on her face. "What's wrong then?"

"I'm just really confused," she replied, reaching for her own dress as she started to pull it on. "Why did you... do that?"

"I like you," the answer was simple. It shouldn't of been.

"We're both girls. How can you like me?"

"Margaret, this isn't something you can rationalize. I don't understand it myself. When I kissed you I was just going with how I felt and I'm not going to be ashamed of that."

They didn't say a word to each other on their way back to the castle and Margaret wanted desperately to say something to her but every time she opened her mouth nothing came out. She washed up once she was in her room and dressed in her night clothes since it was nearly night time. Folding up her wet clothes, she lifted her head when her door was opened and Abigail walked in holding the dress she had been wearing earlier that day.

"Here," she said handing the dress to her.

"Are you... alright?"

"I think it's time I leave."

"Leave? You have nowhere to go."

"I'll think of something."

Shaking her head Margaret walked over to Abigail, cheeks heating up as she wrapped her arms around her and kissed her chastely on the lips. "I don't want you to go," she told her chewing nervously on a plump lower lip. "I... want you to stay."

"Are you sure?"

"I don't know. I'm still confused."

Letting out a giggle, Abigail closed the distance between them, kissing Margaret again as she gently threaded her fingers into her damp hair. Leading her to the bed, Margaret wrenched her lips away from Abigail's lips when her knees hit the edge of the mattress, a nervous expression on her face. "What are you doing?"

"I don't know," she answered truthfully. "It just seems like the right thing to do."

Nodding, Margaret allowed herself to be pushed onto the bed even though she was terrified of what was happening. It didn't make any sense to her but... she wasn't going to listen to logic for once in her life. Kissing Abigail again, she stiffened when her hand slid down her body and gently cupped a small mound, the blush on her face darkening. It all happened fast and the entire time they were nervous and shaking, acting like bumbling idiots but when it was over and they were lying next to each other, panting softly... Margaret couldn't get over how wonderful and right it had been.

She never went home and Margaret was more than happy that she changed her mind. Her parents never questioned Abigail's constant presence even as the weeks turned into months and Margaret was thankful for that fact. Their relationship after that night changed and turned into something... more than just a friendship and she wouldn't have it any other way. Things were just going so perfectly and... even her sisters couldn't ruin everything for her.

"Morning," Abigail said one morning, smiling innocently down at Margaret as she straddled her waist.

"Morning," she replied groggily, blinking when she found the other girl on top of her. "Abigail... what are you doing?"

"Nothing," she said, leaning down and placing a gentle kiss on her lips. Smiling when she heard the intake of breath, she started to plant kisses down her neck, exploiting a well known soft spot of Margaret's.

"Stop... it," Margaret whined, though she didn't sound very convincing. "We need to be down for breakfast soon," she insisted, arching up when she lightly bit down on her neck. Moaning softly, she titled her head to the side to give Abigail more access to her neck. Tangling her fingers in Abigail's thick hair, she forced her head up, smashing their lips together as they kissed passionately, Abigail pulling away once she needed to breathe. Panting softly, Margaret smiled up at Abigail who looked dazed by the kiss, lifting her hand up to gently cup her cheek. "You're not ever going to leave right?"

"Why do you ask that?"

"I... don't want you to go."

"It's still a strange question to ask out of the blue."

Gently sweeping her thump across her face, she sighed, bringing their lips together one more time before she answered her question. "You'll have to leave eventually won't you? One day soon I'll be courted by some man my parents pick out, married, and then you'll have to leave because I'm the only reason you're able to stay here."

"You think too much," Abigail told her. "We'll figure that out sometime in the future. Now is not the time to be worrying about those things."

"You think?"

"Yes, of course I do," she stated firmly. "Besides, your sisters still have yet to be married and you can't marry until they do since your the youngest."

"Then I suppose if that's the case then I'll never get married."

"Well... you could always marry me."

"We're both girls, Abigail."

"I know but I think I'd look good in trousers, don't you?" she asked the girl below her, Margaret shaking her head no and preventing her from saying anything else foolish by placing her lips over hers.