A/N: I have not seen the movie, but I have known about the pairing and most of what happens for the plot, so I apologize for any mistakes or discrepancies when compared to the canon material. She's meant to be a little crazier than normal for this story.
Elsa held out her hand and concentrated. A sparkling, white mist flowed from the tips of her fingers. In front of her, a column of air was twisting, churning, freezing into a corporal form. It was only possible because of her magic that ice could be made out of oxygen. The ice started to materialize, and as it solidified, it took on a specific shape. There were crooked and misshapen arms, legs attached at the heel, a broad, bulky body, and the face was surely the most misshapen piece of all. If Elsa squinted hard enough to be practically shutting her eyes, then she could almost pretend that the statue barely, vaguely resembled the third chef at the coronation party.
"Hmph, it's just another dud."
The human-shaped figure shuddered violently before it crumbled to pieces at the ice queen's feet. Elsa huffed, punting the heap of snow and ice out of her way. She strode out of the crystalline throne room, leaving snowy piles strewn all over the floor like discarded wrappers, and made her way down the left corridor, gliding past room after empty room. Elsa eyed the 'pillars' that supported the ceiling, and with the swipe of her hand, they were instantly adorned with shimmering icicle reefs.
Elsa stopped and stared at her hands; she thought she knew everything there was about the magic she'd been born with, but really she knew so little.
She didn't understand why, if her powers had proven themselves so monstrously powerful, to be able to erect massive palaces with nothing but some waving motions, a bit of imagination and some ice, then why couldn't she recreate a perfect human figure so easily? It was like, the harder she focused, the less refined it became. Elsa pinched the bridge of her nose. She recalled all of those faces, frozen with gaping jaws and wide eyes, at the display of her magic. Thinking about them made something burn deep inside the young woman, and she never thought she could ever feel something like that.
Maybe that explained it. She didn't WANT to remember those people, not so much as keep herself company with ice sculptures in their likeness. Somehow, those inner-thoughts showed through her magic.
Elsa breathed deeply. She was having one of her moments again. She needed to calm herself, and there was only one way she could do that. But at the same time, it frightened her to do so. It frightened her because it meant confronting a reality about herself that she didn't want to accept, and because, after spending so much time alone with nothing but her own thoughts, she'd discovered that deep down, it had always been present.
Elsa suddenly burst into a sprint, her cheeks flaring. Heat was such a foreign concept for her and she never even noticed it.
Elsa, despite everything, had constructed one part of her castle in the likeness of her sister's bedroom, as best as she could remember it from childhood. It was in this one place that she had allowed her thoughts and desires to run wild, where the line between moral and immoral blurred for her. Somewhere that she could freely indulge in her sins and weep alone for what she had done.
"Anna..."
Elsa had not destroyed all of her failed creations. There were a select few that she treasured, despite all of their imperfections, because they were the only reminder aside from her own thoughts that told her, that at one time, even for a short time, someone had been able to love her and her accursed powers unconditionally. Her sister.
Elsa shuddered as she stepped into the room, instantly feeling the dozen of 'eyes' gazing back at her. She had been attempting, struggling, to recreate the appearance of her sister out of the ice, but as with the statues based on the coronation guests, it was not easy. When she could not focus her mind or her heart on what she was attempting to create, it seemed that the strength of her magic wavered. But then again, she didn't know. She really knew so little about her powers if she thought too much about it.
At the same time, she also couldn't deny that the Anna statues appeared much more complete, even though most of the anatomy was still terribly off.
There were five statues of Anna standing in different points around the room, standing in different poses, but generally looking the same. It was Anna in her dress from the royal coronation, and every time those images of her popped into Elsa's mind, she felt that heat bubbling up inside of her again. She stepped toward the closest statue and casually caressed its icy cheek. Even though one eye was just a little larger than the other and the nose was slightly lopsided, the statue of Anna still looked so beautiful, just as the real thing did. Elsa had really meant what she had said back then; Anna had grown up into such a beautiful young woman over all of those years. Elsa subconsciously ran her thumb over the statue's pert lips. So cool. Elsa shivered. She wondered if Anna was thinking about her right now. She was such a sweet, awkward girl, but now that she had met Hans, she was probably going to become a mother, and live a life far away from this frozen land.
Elsa sniffled; she really didn't want to think about that.
'I wonder if I can create a ice replica of her that looks better than this...I want one that's perfect...if I can fill this country with snow and create my own palace to live in, surely that shouldn't be so hard, should it? Anna should be easier than all of them. All I have to do is focus...focus...'
Elsa's mind was flooded with thoughts and images of her younger sister, from both their time in childhood and at the coronation party. So many memories, both good and bad, and that unusual burning sensation in her stomach's pit grew even hotter. She turned to an empty space and outstretched her arm, holding her palm steady.
She thought of Anna's red hair; silky and soft, the color of fallen Autumn leaves.
She thought of Anna's eyes; clearer and brighter than even the most perfect ice crystal.
She thought of Anna's perfectly round face, the freckles that dotted her cheeks like little red snowflakes, her nose, her mouth, her neck, that petite body that gave off so much love and warmth that Elsa almost couldn't stand it sometimes, but all the while she wished she could just lay a single solitary finger on that bare skin underneath the dress, so smooth it must feel. Elsa inhaled. She needed to calm down. She continued to imagine Anna as the magic pumped from her hands and formed her masterpiece. She wished she could have said more to her at that coronation, she wished she could have rebuilt their relationship, to the way it used to be when they were just little girls. She wished they could just build a snowman again.
Elsa blinked. It was done. Her jaw dropped; it looked exactly like Anna, constructed from ice harder than steel or brick. Elsa stared longer, and she saw no mistakes, no imperfections. It was like Anna was standing right in front of her. Elsa gasped. She lunged forward and embraced the frozen statue like it was a real person. She felt no sense of heat from it, but it was the best she could hope for. She understood, that it was her love for her sister that helped her make this possible. She pulled back enough to admire the ice statue's face. It looked just like her. Elsa gulped; her heart had suddenly started beating rather quickly. She couldn't tear her eyes away, it was like looking into beauty incarnate itself. Elsa had felt hints of these feelings now and then, especially when she was surrounded by these particular statues, but she'd always been so afraid of them, of what they really meant. She was beginning to see her little sister not as a sibling, but as a woman...and that filled every bit of her being with fear.
Right now, though, she couldn't stop herself. The desire was too great to fight She moved in, and before she knew it, her lips enclosed around the mouth of the statue of her sister. Elsa moaned. Her tongue ran along the upper lip, and then the lower lip, tasting the cold, cold ice. A subdued moan escaped her. She dipped tongue into the small space of open mouth available. Elsa gripped the statue like she would any lover. She kissed it again with a surprising amount of passion. It wasn't the same as flesh and blood, but it would do, if she imagined the real thing was in her arms right now...
'Wait!'
Elsa opened her eyes, and it all came down on her like an avalanche, threatening to bury her under the incredible weight. She removed her mouth slowly at first, but as it gradually settled in her mind, she was much more hasty to take her hands off of the statue and back away from it. Her eyes were practically bugging out of their sockets. Her mind, it was jumping up and down, erratically, and she didn't know where to make head and tails of it all anymore. Confusion, revulsion and despair were swirling about inside of her. She had felt such a wonderful high, but now she'd fallen, into her deepest low yet. She couldn't really be...in love...with her sister, could she? Elsa asked herself.
She touched her lips. They were warm, somehow.
Elsa stared at the face of Anna smiling emptily back at her. A shudder crawled up her spine as she thought of kissing it again. She sighed, shaking her head; she was just feeling a little lonely. She needed some rest. She would feel better soon, once she straightened out her thoughts.
Elsa hurried for the door. Her cheeks burned, and when she cast a final look at the ice Anna behind her, they burned just a little brighter. She stepped out into the corridor, and without looking back, she waved her hand at the doorway, sealing it with a mound of ice. She couldn't go back into this room anymore, lest her taboo desires get any more out of hand, and that was probably the last thing she wanted. She did not need anything to tempt her otherwise. Elsa headed for her bedroom. She could only hope these silly ideas would be gone and away from her by the time she woke up from her rest.
Meanwhile, back inside of the abandoned room, the ice statue of Anna began to tremble. Its fingers slowly curled into fists, and a single name slipped from the figurine's lips as the magic continued to fill it and form its soul, breathing a life into it that never should have been. The young woman's magic was something much more than just ice and snow and cold, and she wasn't even aware of it yet.
"Elsa."
