Disclaimer:
Frozen, all characters and other related indica are © to Disney and... whomever else (certainly not me). No profit made, no infringement intended.

Warnings:
Wincest/icest/princest – call it what you will; just back up a step if it isn't your thing.

If no qualms; enjoy.

Late Night Kisses


It was with the gentle sound of breathing and the light patter of bare feet against the wooden floor that Elsa walked down the hall; one hand holding her heeled shoes, and the other keeping a fluttering candle aloft to chase back the shadows. Currently, she had a mere, three things on her mind; irritation that her session with the royal council had run twice as long and knocked her already busy schedule back in a particular cringe-worthy example of a loose pebble setting off a landslide, absentminded wondering if she should put her shoes back on so she could rub at her dry eyes, and wistful imaginings of already being tucked away in her bedroom; under the covers and sound asleep.

The castle, at this time of night, was dark and silent. Even the most loyal servants had gone to bed hours ago – the last of them on her own orders - and so she was alone with her increasingly incoherent thoughts, the faint guttering of the candle she held, and the near-inaudible whoosh of her own breathing. Anna, she realized as her focus sharpened enough for her to weave around a hanging curtain, was probably going to be quite cross in the morning, since they'd made plans to spend the evening together and she'd had to cancel those with no more than a hastily written note.

Elsa counted herself fortunate that her sister was understanding enough to not be cross with her. As for the council, she only hoped that she could find the time to listen in on Anna's upcoming session with them, because the princess had a way of handling (and when circumstances demanded it; reprimanding) them that she herself was honestly in awe of. Anna was the friendliest young woman anyone could hope to meet; charming and open and so very innocuous to look at, but there was steel in that spine, and a sharp-tongued wit lurking behind those unassuming, smiling teal eyes that could cut a man – or a queen – down to size at the flick of a wrist, while the unfortunate target was left feeling unsure if they'd even been told off.

If she couldn't be there for the session herself, perhaps she'd have to have a scribe take notes.

Covering a yawn with one arm – she thankfully remembered that her hands were otherwise occupied and therefore avoided beaning herself in the face – she turned the final corner before the doors that led to her private chambers. Due to the darkness and the cloudy, night sky, it was several more steps before she noticed the somnolent form sitting against the wall by the door, and it was with a gentle smile that she then knelt herself, and carefully set both the candle and her shoes aside.

Anna, of course, was beautiful in any light, but something about the gilded luminescence of the flickering candle managed to enhance it, all the same. Perhaps, Elsa considered, it was the subtle way in which it deepened the fiery shade of the long, wavy strands that hung loose around her shoulders, or how it caught the fine, normally invisible hairs on her face and made them glitter like tiny flecks of gold against her tanned skin and those freckles that Elsa herself knew every last one of. Perhaps it was the slow, shifting shadows it cast across her body to highlight the dips, curves and folds in the fabric of the satiny, white robe that tied around her slender frame, or the way those same shadows played over the planes of her cheeks and forehead, the soft, smooth arch of her nose or the almost hesitant pout of her lips.

Or perhaps she was just exhausted and feeling poetic, the queen wryly allowed. All the same, she was beyond glad to see her – even if she was snoring softly.

"Anna." She reached out a hand and trailed a light touch over a warm cheek, and smiled when she saw the flutter of eyelids almost immediately.

"Hrmn?" One bleary, teal eye opened a few heartbeats before its partner, and she took the time to examine how the low, warm lighting had turned it almost ocher in color. "Elsa." Then there was a sweet smile on pink lips, and arms that wrapped around her waist and pulled her into a gentle, golden peace. "God, what time is it?"

"Hmm." Elsa sank into the embrace willingly, and inhaled the familiar scent that was so uniquely Anna with a definite sense of lazy enjoyment. "Depends on how you look at it, I suppose," she mumbled into the soft skin where her sister's neck met her shoulder. "Either much too late, or entirely too early."

A low laugh made the skin vibrate against her lips. "Yeah, I figured," the younger woman noted with what sounded like that half-grin that made the corners of her eyes crinkle. "I'm guessing you'll be sitting in on my meeting next week?"

Elsa chuckled herself, and straightened enough that she could see that grin – though only barely, since their foreheads were touching. "You know me so well," she admitted, and slid her hands up along Anna's arms so she could wrap her own around her sister's shoulders. "You could just have gone inside," she then noted, with a glance towards the door.

"I could," Anna agreed, and trailed a touch over her jawline. "But then I would've had to wait longer to see you." A single finger tapped her chin, and the teal eyes twinkled with gentle amusement. "I was thinking about setting up camp in your study, though, before I nodded off."

Perhaps it was due to how tired she was, but something about that notion struck Elsa as unexpectedly hilarious, and she ended up giving a series of rather unladylike snorts as she tried to hold back the sudden mirth.

"Oo." Her sister seemed quite pleased with this turn of events. "Now that's a nice way to end the day. Or start it, maybe."

"Oh?" She managed to get a hold of herself, and smiled when she felt the faint, shifting motions of Anna moving just a fraction closer. "What is?"

"Seeing you laugh." The familiar voice was a low, warm whisper. "That's the most beautiful thing in the world."

God, but what this woman could do to her with the mere use of her voice, Elsa considered, and felt her heart ache with love as their lips brushed gently. "You are thoroughly biased," she murmured back, and felt the tingle of contact with each word.

Another soft laugh; one that sent a tender exhale brushing over her face. "You bet I am."

At least she admitted to it, she decided, and traced a single fingertip over the shell of Anna's ear in exchange for a subtle shudder. The skin beneath her touch was warm and smooth, and she knew that those lips would be smoother still; that they would rob her of breath and speech and coherency if she let them.

So she did, and felt them curve into a smile.

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Notes:
Written for Elsannity Week on Tumblr, although Late Night Kisses was the prompt for 140714, so it's a day late and I have... *eyes time* ... 4 hours to write the next one. Erp. Oh well - only came across it today, after all.