Author's notes: Finally watched Frozen. Amazing. It's obvious the most chemistry is between Anna and Elsa. So while I don't particularly approve of incest, I can definitely see ElsAnna happening, especially, Elsa. C'mon, the one person that's always there for you? And the one person you lived in a single room for? But I think Elsa would also have some major underlying issues that the movie can't deal with. I'm fairly sure she went through depression, has some anxiety and some emotional reluctance. This was my attempt to give Elsa some characterization, because while I think ElsAnna happens, I don't think it happens as happily as other love stories. One-shot, maaaaybe two. Rated M for mature themes, but mostly fluff.
The Snow Queen rubbed her eyes gently while pushing her hair our of the way. She sat up a little straighter and felt the muscles in her lower back loosen.
"Gerda?" she called out.
There was a small knock and head poked around the large wooden door.
"Yes, m'lady?"
"Would you be kind enough to bring a glass of tea? And please ask everyone that I not be disturbed." The servant nodded and exited.
"The Snow Queen," Elsa mused to herself, chuckling at the nickname her people had given her. It amused her and saddened her at the same time. They saw her as a figure, an abnormal being, not as a human, not as a friend.
She sat up a little straighter, dedicating herself to the books on the desk in front of her. Just because she inherited the throne did not mean she also inherited her father's knowledge of running a kingdom. She was unfamiliar with international trade customs and foreign relations.
Elsa glanced out the window. How she longed to be floating in the fjord, making up for lost time with her sister. But she couldn't. So much was required of her to make sure her small kingdom remained afloat.
There was a soft knock at the door accompanied by a muffled, "Your tea, your majesty."
"Enter," she called, without even glancing up from her books. She gave a small thank you when a glass was placed next to her, eyes still trained on the page in front of her.
"Your welcome!" came from a ticklish breath in her ear, along with a squeezing hug from behind.
"ANNA!" Elsa gasped. "Don't do that!" The only reply was an unending stream of giggles as Anna fell into a nearby chair.
"Well, aren't you a little miss scaredy-pants?" Anna teased.
Elsa stopped. She had risen out of her seat a few inches, her heart was racing, and frost was forming around her twitching fingers. Guess she was a scaredy cat.
It had been months since her coronation, months since she was reexposed to the world, months since she was reunited with her sister, but just the simple act of interacting with another human made her nervous.
Anna was the only one who understood. When her parents had died, the only two people who shared her secret were gone. She was completely alone in her figurative and literal isolation. But when she fled the kingdom, even though she knew about her monstrous secret, Anna was the only one who chased after her. Anna was always there.
When Elsa had to address the dignitaries and diplomats, it was Anna who would gently slide her hand in Elsa's, giving her silent reassurance that she was doing fine. It was Anna who would push her own piece of chocolate cake to Elsa because she was too embarrassed to ask for another slice. It was Anna who would stay with her in the library till late at night, even though she had a complete dislike for reading. And it was Anna who sacrificed herself for Elsa.
So no matter what, Elsa would put up with whatever teasing Anna would throw at her.
"Hmph," Elsa pouted. She straightened out her dress and sat back down. "Well, at least I didn't scream this time."
"Haha, that's true," Anna replied. "Remember how the servants thought you started a fire or something?"
Elsa blushed. It wasn't one of her finer moments.
"Hey, do you wanna go sailing? It's beautiful today," Anna cut in. Elsa pressed her lips together. Oh how she'd love to go sailing. She longed for nothing more than to leave these books behind and leave the stuffy confines of the library. She gave Anna a sad smile. Even without speaking, Anna understood.
"Fine. Do you mind if I just spend the day here with you?"
Elsa shook her head. "Of course. You know you don't have to ask. Just one condition: I need some quiet. I've got that proposal soon, and I really need to concentrate."
Anna nodded her head fervently, eyes wide open with anticipation. She clapped her hands together. That derpy face. Elsa was pretty sure she'd never get tired of it.
"Alright, I'm going down to the kitchen. I'm gonna get Gaston to make us some chocolate cupcakes and blueberry pie!" With that, she hopped up and flew out the door.
Elsa smiled after her. It still amazed her that despite being so different, so polar, they were a perfect match. Each complemented the other. Where Elsa was shy, Anna was gregarious. Where Anna stumbled with her words, Elsa took the time to think them through. Where Anna was clumsy, Elsa was graceful. Elsa was rigid, Anna was relaxed. Serious versus playful. Hot versus cold.
Years ago, when she was still shut off from the world, Elsa considered the ultimate decision. What good was a life when you couldn't live it? When you couldn't be free? But she couldn't do it. Every time she seriously considered ending her own life, she remembered that Anna was still on the other side of her door, still waiting for her. That there was at least one other person who still loved her. And so she kept to her solitude, one day hoping she'd be able to emerge from her cave.
The oak door slid open again, shaking Elsa from her memories.
"Geez Elsa, why do you sit like that? You look like you've got a super long stick stuck up your-"
"Enough!" Elsa softly flung an ice crystal at Anna.
"Hey hey! Okay! I give up," she conceded, dancing out of the way. "You're gonna make me drop the food." She put the tray down on a nearby table.
"But seriously," Anna continued, "why do you sit like that? It looks ridiculously uncomfortable." Elsa shrugged. How else was a queen supposed to sit?
"As queen, am I not supposed to look regal?"
Anna let out a snort. "Regal, yeah, stuck up, no. You're so tense." She stood behind Elsa. Elsa tensed slightly at the movement.
"Tell you what, you just keep doing whatever it is your doing-"
"I'm working on the proposition with the neighboring province of Lapland so we can-"
"Yeah yeah, smarmy important stuff."
Elsa sighed.
"Anyway, keep doing that and I'm gonna massage you." Anna tucked a strand of hair behind Elsa's ear. Elsa shivered. Even still, all those years of isolation had made her incredibly sensitive to just the smallest of human touches.
Anna's thumbs pressed into the muscles in Elsa's lower neck. Her fingers gently grabbed the front of her shoulders.
"Relax Elsa!" Anna commanded. Elsa released the tension in her shoulders, she hadn't even realized they were nearly around her ears.
"Good girl," Anna cooed, continuing her ministrations on Elsa. Elsa found herself relaxing into Anna's touches, closing her eyes and leaning her head back. Anna smiled down at her older sister. Her hands moved farther up Elsa's neck, her fingers wrapping around Elsa's exposed throat.
"Elsa, I'm gonna take out your braid okay?"
"Mmmm," the Queen replied, enjoying the moment too much to actually create a reply.
Anna pulled out the tie and gently ran her fingers through Elsa's hair, undoing the plait. Using her fingertips, she gently pushed and pulled on Elsa's scalp, feeling the older girl slowly melt into her.
"Uhh….feels so good," Elsa moaned. She couldn't help it, and the moan escaped her.
Anna's eyes widened. Elsa, usually so stoic and reserved with her feelings, must've been really enjoying the massage. The fact that Elsa was so, into it, for lack of a better phrase, only encouraged Anna more. She retraced her steps back down Elsa's neck, slowly kneading the knots out.
Elsa felt the stress slowly leaking out of her. All her worries were slowly fading. Problems with the kingdom, struggling with her powers, her inherent loneliness. They all seemed like such small problems now. Her life was so confusing, she desired isolation and protection, and yet she craved warmth and closeness.
"Maybe a life with someone else isn't so bad," she thought to herself. The hands roaming through her hair were especially convincing. Her hand began to reach behind her, to touch Anna.
"Wait. What am I doing? No. I can't." Elsa's hand fell limp by her side, and her eyes opened. She looked up into those bright, blue, loving eyes.
"I think I'm good now, do you want to hear my proposal?"
Anna slightly stuck her lower lip out. On the one hand, she hated hearing anything about politics, it was such a snooze fest, yet on the other hand, it meant spending more time with Elsa. So she nodded yes.
Elsa had set up an easel with some maps or something, Anna presumed, and she was looking through her notes. Anna settled herself on the couch (Thank god she made the servants put a couch in the library).
Munching on the chocolate cake, she listened to Elsa's speech. Or rather she heard some noise coming from Elsa's mouth and instead daydreamed about something else. It was amazing how far Elsa had come. From never wanting to talk to anyone, she was now about to give a large presentation in front of twenty dignitaries. Not that she came here without some minor setbacks. In the early days after the coronation, Anna would have to gently nudge Elsa forward to speak, as the Queen wore a look of absolute terror on her face. Anna would slip her warm hand into Elsa's cold, quivering one, and give it a gentle squeeze, supporting her sister when her words could not.
"So what did you think?" Uh oh.
"It was great! Super great! Greatness all around!"
"…you weren't listening to any of it, were you?" Elsa said with a quirked brow.
"Ehehe, maaaybe I missed part of it?" Anna gave a nervous giggle.
Elsa sighed. "Anna, what am I going to do with you?"
"Love me?" Anna said hopefully.
Elsa clicked her tongue. "Not if you can't even listen to the most important speech I have to give in front of dignitaries and diplomats and royalty and regents and-" Elsa trailed off and froze.
Anna saw the anxiety in her sister's face. The prospect of putting herself in front of that many people, with so much expectations was causing Elsa to fold under its weight.
"Hey hey hey, no no, you'll be fine! I know you will! Come here, sit by me," she scooted over and patted the seat next to her. Anna put her arm around her older sister and pulled the bangs back from her eyes.
"You'll be fine. I know you will," she whispered. "You are amazing and smart and beautiful."
Elsa leaned into Anna's touch, resting her head on her shoulder. "Thanks Anna."
"Don't worry about it. No matter what, I'll always be here. Right here for you."
Elsa gave a small chuckle and looked into her sister's eyes. Always so bright and pure. She stared at them and felt them boring straight through to her soul.
And like a magnet, she felt herself being drawn closer. Closer and closer, until softly, their lips met. Anna's lips were so soft, so warm and soft. Where Elsa's were ice, Anna's were only heat, so delicate.
She felt herself drawing back and diving in, again and again, pressing her lips into Anna's, perfectly molding around the others. Elsa lost all sense of time, it could have been a second, it could have been an hour, but everything was spinning.
It was only when Anna's arms came up her sides and looped around her neck that Elsa came back to the present.
"WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING?!" She pushed Anna roughly away from her. The redhead looked back at her with half-lidded eyes, lips red and swollen and curled into a small smile.
"Noooo," Elsa whispered. "What have I done?" Anna reached out a hand, but Elsa lurched away, getting up and running for the door.
"Elsa, wait!" Anna called, but Elsa didn't. As fast as her legs could carry her, Elsa was racing for the safety of her room, back to her isolation, back to her solitude.
When she got there, she slammed the door, locking it tight. She lay her back against the door, letting out a sob.
"ELSA!" Anna banged on the door. "Elsa! Open the door! Please!"
"No," Elsa thought. She would never open the door again. With silent tears running down her face, she slid down the door, resting her head in her elbows. She let out a cruel laugh.
Her first kiss had been with her sister. I love her.
The fist Anna had been banging on the door had opened into a flattened palm, as if somehow by touching the door she could reach her sister.
"Elsa," she whispered, more to herself that anything. She fell to her knees, hand still on the door, hoping it would open.
Putting her back against the door, Anna let tears fall from her eyes.
"Just like the good old days."
I absolutely love the dynamic between the two sisters, unconditional love and yet so unwillingly to completely accept it. Hope that wasn't too bad. I'm still thinking about continuing.