Another new story while I'm being a non-updating dick about my other stories? The outrage! Even worse, it's about incestuous lesbians! The scandal! Yes, this is an Elsanna fic, so if you don't like, please don't read it and then send me hate about it. I know my life choices. I've accepted my place in Hell. It's called the throne. Anyway, it's my first contribution to the Frozen fandom, and actually my first contribution to a fandom outside of Pitch Perfect. Crazy, right? Anyway, sorry for the long-ass Author's Note, and as always, enjoy!

Of course it was her. How could it not be? She was the only person that Elsa had ever chosen to interact with in any meaningful way, so there was no reason to even go through the motions. Still, Elsa always was one for protocol (something Anna had an issue with).

100 percent. Obviously. Elsa could have told you that from the get-go, though of course it completely baffled the apparently dim-witted scientists.

"No one can get 100 percent! It's impossible!"

"Obviously not." Elsa rolled her eyes. Was he really doubting it when the evidence was right here in front of him?

"I guess me and Elsie are just soul mates then, huh?" Anna grinned, gripping the taller girl in a tight hug.

"It's Elsa and I, Anna, and no, we are not soul mates. We're sisters," she sighed. Honestly, she wished Anna would quit that. It made her blush horribly.

"Doesn't mean we're not soul mates! C'mon, I'm hungry!" And that was the end of the meeting. Elsa didn't even bother protesting, because Anna always got what she wanted in the end. Always.

"We're not joining the program, Anna. We're evacuating inland and that's final," Elsa sighed for what seemed the hundredth time. She might have even stomped her foot had she not been a grown-ass adult. It didn't surprise her when Anna did exactly that.

"Why not? It's only a matter of time before those things find a way inland too, and then what? I wanna protect people!" Anna huffed, grabbing the sleeve of Elsa's jacket.

"There's only one person I want to protect, and she's crazy enough to want to pilot a giant metal death trap. So no. Besides, you're only 15, so you can't sign up for three years. It that time, this whole thing will have blown over."

It hadn't blown over. Blown up, maybe. But blown over? Not even close.

"Honestly, Anna. I'm not cut out for this," Elsa huffed, struggling to keep up with Anna's inhuman pace.

Becoming a Jäger pilot wasn't exactly how Elsa had planned her twenties, but here she was in this fancy facility trying to keep up with her rather sprightly younger sister as part of their physical training.

"Sure you are! You had no problem with stuff like this when we were kids!" the redhead assured, slowing ever so slightly.

"Exactly. When we were kids."

"So? How much could you have changed?" The two girls were finally even on the track.

"May I remind you that the first time I saw you since then was when you showed up on my doorstep after the first Kaiju attack. And that was only for a few days before I made you go live with our cousin and her parents. You don't know me. We're basically strangers." Maybe she was trying to convince herself.

"Well, not for long. Once we do our first Drift, I'll know exactly what you've been up to, stranger." Anna grinned and took off, leaving Elsa in the dust.

Well shit.

The Drift. The fucking Drift. How could she have forgotten about the fucking Drift? You know, that thing where two prospective Jäger pilots linked their minds and knew everything about what the other was thinking? Where all of Elsa's secrets would be laid out bare?

"Everything okay?" A male voice spoke up from behind her. Elsa nearly flipped her lunch tray in surprise. Obviously, sitting far away from everyone else wasn't enough of a message to be left alone.

"What?" Elsa whipped around to see Kristoff and Sven, two pilots who'd been very highly compatible. So compatible, in fact, that Kristoff could speak for the mute Sven. The icy girl calmed a little. The two men were some of the only people here that she could stand, and perhaps they could give her some insight.

"You look a little worried," Kristoff passed along in the gruff voice he used when Sven was speaking. The blonde sat across from her while the brunette plopped down beside her.

"I'm fine." Liar. She couldn't even convince herself. By the looks the two burly men were giving her, they weren't swayed either.

"It's the Drift. I'm nervous," she admitted, running a hand through her hair.

"About what? You'll be fine, everyone has those pre-Drift jitters," Kristoff grinned reassuringly, digging into his lunch. Sven sighed, one of the few noises he could make.

"What?" the blonde man shrugged.

"Dude, there's obviously something bigger going on here!" Sven said through Kristoff, who was translating for Elsa's sake.

"How was I supposed to know that?"

"Try and be a bit more sensitive to people's feelings, man," the brunette smacked his copilot, who protested heavily. Sven rested a comforting hand on Elsa's shoulder.

"So what's up? Is there something in that big brain of yours that you don't want your little sister seeing?" he tapped her head lightly, smiling. Elsa winced, knowing that he'd hit it right on the head.

"So what's the big secret?" Kristoff joined in excitedly, leaning across the table.

"None of your business, dude," Sven asserted, pushing his partner back into his seat.

"What! You make me sit all the way over here and I can't even get some juicy info from the most mysterious pilot here? No fair!" Kristoff threw his hands out in an extremely dramatic manner. Sven dropped his head into his hands.

"Do you ever think about what you say for more than a nanosecond? Is there even a filter somewhere in that thick skull of yours?" Sven rolled his eyes as his blonde partner gasped at hearing the words coming out of his own mouth. Elsa covered her mouth with a hand, unsuccessfully trying to stifle a giggle.

"Hey! The Ice Queen's shell is cracking! We'll have you cheered up in no time," Kristoff chuckled.

"That's all well and good, but unfortunately, it doesn't solve my problem." Elsa gave them a sad smile.

"How about this: you tell me this big secret. I will listen, and I will not only not tell Krissy-"

"You know I hate it when you call me that!"

"Shut up. Like I was saying: I will not speak a word to anyone. I will not think about it, I will not even think about thinking about it. I will not judge you, I don't even care if you murdered a baby or something. That way, you can practice on me, someone who you don't know and don't have to live with, and we'll go from there." Sven finished his speech and let Kristoff suck in a huge breath.

Elsa opened her mouth, but closed it again.

"Hey, you can't keep stuff from me!" Kristoff protested.

"Like hell I can't. What's the lowest compatibility percent allowed for the Drift?" Sven smirked and crossed his arms.

"I don't know that stuff! I'm a pilot, not a Driftologist or whatever!" Kristoff frowned.

"Exactly. Rest assured, Elsa, your secret's safe with me. By the way, it's 85 percent for same sex partners and 90 percent for partners of the opposite sex. And before you ask, it's because two men or women relate to each other better than a man and a woman do. Their brains work differently," Sven explained before turning to the woman beside him, eyebrows raised.

"No judgement?" Elsa asked anxiously.

"No judgement. Even if I do have an issue with what you tell me, I'll still keep it a secret. It'd be kind of a dick move for me to tell on you, and besides, I'm pretty sure you can beat me up," he joked, which was odd when coming from a pouting Kristoff.

Elsa deliberated. She weighed the pros and cons of his offer, and made a decision.