Kissing You

Written for the day one prompt of Elsanna Week, 'Kissing You', please enjoy :)

She remembers how they used to kiss each other as children. Naturally, as sister's who loved each other would. No hesitations or second thoughts, just love in its purest, childish form.

She remembered it for thirteen long years.

Elsa kissing her finger after it was trapped in a heavy castle door. "There, does that feel better?"

Elsa kissing her good night. "Night, night Anna."

Elsa kissing Anna because she was her sister and she loved her and she could.

"I love you."

"Love you too."

Elsa doesn't kiss her anymore.

Not because she doesn't want to, well probably not. Anna knows she loves her but it's just, well, it would be awkward.

Up until a few short weeks ago, she would have thought Elsa didn't love or care for her at all. She was merely shoved away little Anna nobody. Not the heir of a kingdom, destined for greatness. Just her.

Once she would have thought she was unworthy of her elder sister's love. Beautiful Elsa, soon to be queen. The Elsa she barely ever saw or spoke to. The sister she no longer knew. But she does know she never stopped loving Elsa, even though she wasn't sure why, or in what way.

But things are so much different now. Back to how they should be. Well, they're meant to be anyway.

She's not complaining. Really she's not.

In all honesty she's ecstatic; the past weeks have been the best ever since her childhood. Perhaps even better.

Elsa's been absolutely lovely the whole time since their reunion. Ever so sweet, gentle and kind. Just as she would have hoped she would be for all those years. Showing the love she had hidden away for so long behind her locked door. Which, to Anna's utmost delight, now remains off its latch.

There's just something missing. And Anna can't quite put her finger on what it is.

All she does know is that ever since she's been aware of how much Elsa does love her, she's got this burning desire to show her love and adoration even more than she is right now. But she doesn't know how. The lonely little girl within, lost without more of her sister than she has. And it's hard because she's really not sure why. It's not even like Elsa's even shutting her out anymore.

Everything should be perfect.

But it's not.

Anyway, she can't let Elsa know because it would make her upset. Elsa was obviously trying her best to mend their relationship. Maybe it would just take more time.

"Elsa?"

It's late and she's gone to find Elsa. It's been a long day and she wants to see her older sister, who is where she knows she will find her.

Anna steps into Elsa's study and watches as a familiar blonde head looks up from its occupation, and crystal blue eyes, slightly glassy from tiredness, gaze briefly into her own.

There's a softness and tenderness there that matches Elsa's voice when she hums.

"Hi Anna."

"I missed you." Anna's own voice was barely more than a whisper.

"And I you." Anna could detect a hint of something in her sister's voice. Like longing.

Elsa clears her throat, and rises from her desk, packing away her ink pot and fountain pen, and tidying some papers. "I'm just finishing up here, and well, I'm glad you came. It's been a long day." She gave a weary smile.

"Yeah." It had been for both of them, each at work on their own respective jobs. Anna could feel the weight of the day on her drooping shoulders and could but imagine how Elsa was feeling, what with the added responsibility of ruling monarch on her own shoulders.

Yet they did still manage to see each other as much as possible, even if it was just a brief few minutes in the evening. Like now.

As short as the time spent together was, it was the best part of her day. Because it was Elsa, and she still couldn't quite believe it that Elsa wanted to spend time with her too.

Elsa cleared her throat again, slowly walking around her desk towards where Anna was standing. Dressed in simple but elegant periwinkle with slightly messy bangs softly framing her face gave her a unique, almost celestial beauty, one which Anna hardly felt worthy of. She was still kind of in awe of her sister honestly.

Only Elsa did not hold herself in any high esteem, which then made everything okay.

"Would you care for tea?"

Anna nods, joining Elsa over on her chesterfield by the empty fireplace.

"Oh dear." Anna turns her head, hearing Elsa muttering to herself. "I'm sorry Anna, it's cold. It has been here a while I suppose. I could get some more brought up. Wait here while I─"

"Elsa." Anna stops her.

"Yes?"

"Please don't worry, I really don't mind it. And," she held up her hand to stop Elsa interrupting, "I know for a fact you secretly prefer it like that anyway."

"Yes, well…"

Anna notices the crimson spreading along her sister's porcelain cheeks, and tries to stifle a giggle, and fails.

"Sorry." She snorts through her hand, feeling her own cheeks getting hot and looks away.

Awkward silence, and then. "Elsa, what's that?"

"What?"

"On the tea tray."

"Oh, right. Cake. Chocolate, I think. Gerda must've─"

"Elsa. This makes everything so much better. Chocolate makes everything better."

Elsa hums softly. "Yes, I suppose it does."

"Can't go wrong with it. Now," she shoves the plate towards her delightfully bewildered sister, "eat."

There's silence, but a nice one, the heavy atmosphere having eased somewhat.

"Are you okay Elsa?" She looks far way somehow, cake in hand.

"Do you remember the times we attempted to make chocolate together?"

"I don't think I could ever forget that." Anna replies between mouthfuls. "It never worked. It tasted disgusting. Like cement." She makes a face.

"Oh Anna, it wasn't all that bad. I'll tell you what was bad though. The time you gave me your homemade 'chocolate' cake, prepared deliciously with dirt straight from the castle gardens, I recall." Elsa chuckles.

"Oh, yeah." Anna pauses. "But you fell for it so bad though." She chortles.

"I did indeed." Elsa giggles, lifting her hand to her face to muffle the sound. It makes Anna feel giddy watching her.

Elsa's eyes are positively twinkling before she becomes self-conscious once again and she glances away. It's just so nice, and she never, ever wants to leave.

Normally she would have by now. On other nights they would talk a while, briefly hug good night, and retire wearily to their respective chambers.

Tonight is different. She isn't exactly sure why, but it is. They're barely even speaking to one another, but something in the atmosphere is keeping her there, and it's the same for Elsa too it seems.

She hears Elsa sigh contentedly beside her, and turns to watch her lean her back further into the seat. Anna follows suit, and goes even further, kicking off her shoes and lifting her feet, hugging her stockinged legs to herself.

"Comfy?" Elsa smiles crookedly.

"Mhm." She grins, before shutting her eyes and sinking further into the chair.

She feels movement beside her, and smiles inwardly, knowing that Elsa had indeed done the same.

Anna shuffles just a little bit more, and lets her hand stretch out beside her, and Elsa's must have stretched out too, and accidentally too close, because Anna can feel something soft and cool brushing against her own.

Except it doesn't move away as she expects it to. And it's at that moment she realises maybe it wasn't an accident at all, because Elsa's hands closer and she's ever so delicately brushing her fingers against her skin.

Anna gulps as a shiver runs up her spine, but she can't open her eyes or it might make Elsa back away again and break the spell. So she remains absolutely still, skin tingling all over.

She knows touch is still foreign for Elsa, and it's not something she's done much of, which makes it all so much more precious.

Elsa's fingers trace gentle lines over the dips and mounds of her knuckles, and rise to circle her wrist; touch as soft as a feather and cool as a gentle wind. Until she ever so gently tucks her hand under Anna's own warm one and intertwines their fingers.

Anna fights the urge to grasp it tight and never let go, but she cannot resist opening her eyes to see Elsa looking straight at her.

"Is this ok?" Elsa whispers.

Anna nods, the lump forming in her throat preventing her from speech. She feels her eyes begin to sting and everything's cloudy. Don't let go. I need you here.

"I won't." Now Elsa's hugging her tight, and it's just like when they were children and she would feel safe in her sister's arms. She can feel the icy coolness of her skin, caused by the magic that for so long had been feared, now makes her feel so protected, and makes burying into Elsa's chest so lovely.

And when Elsa runs her fingers through Anna's hair and gently scratches her scalp, Anna didn't think there could be anything more wonderful in the whole world.

Except there is because Elsa just kissed her. On her hair line, lips barely brushing her skin but she still did. And it wasn't awkward or weird. Just wonderful. And it makes Anna blubber even more than she was before.

When Elsa does let go, Anna's heart drops and hangs her head. Until Elsa lifts her chin firmly, but still gently, and uses her thumbs to wipe the tears from her cheeks.

Elsa's hands are shaking just the slightest bit, and Anna can see there's tears forming in her own eyes, so she takes the hands in her own and gently squeezes them to reassure her. A single tear makes its way down Elsa's face and Anna holds back the desire to kiss it away, instead brushing it away with her thumb just as Elsa did her; it's as cold as ice.

Elsa gives a breathy laugh. "Look at us." She averts her eyes from Anna's now strong gaze, a new found confidence now taking hold of her.

"Yes, look at us." She uses her hand to bring Elsa's focus back to her again, and slowly leans in to her sister's pale cheek, planting the softest of kisses to the cool skin beneath her lips.

After she pulls away, but before she can register any surprise on her sister's face, Elsa's hand's upon her cheek again, and with her eyes closed she leans towards her timidly brushing her lips against Anna's.

Anna's eyes pop open, and she ends up being the one who's surprised. Pleasantly of course, which she has to let Elsa know, before she ends up losing her again. She smiles widely unable to contain it, and rubs Elsa's nose with her own.

"It's okay, Els." She whispers. "It's perfect."

Thanks for reading. There is a sequel in the works which will hopefully be up very soon.