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This most probably will be a series of unrelated oneshots within the same timeline and au, posted out of order.


Water to Your Rain, Air to Your Wind

The Storm

"I haven't seen clouds like this in ages."

Elsa hummed something unintelligible in response from where she sat sprawled out on the couch with a sketchbook in her lap. The quiet, consistent scratching of her pencil against the parchment was a steady presence in Anna's life for the past few hours, and she was beginning to resent it.

"Do you wanna take a walk before the storm breaks loose? I think it's dark enough..."

She didn't even hum this time, instead the scratching got more frantic, while Elsa's brows furrowed in concentration. She paused and huffed angrily, then reached for the eraser lying on the coffee table in front of her, holding the pencil between her teeth.

She didn't seem to notice Anna looking at her at all.

"Elsa."

Her voice came out more stern than she intended to, and that finally made it through. The pencil was dropped to the floor while Elsa's eyes, still glazed-over as if she was awoken from a deep trance moved to rest on Anna's face. For a moment, it looked like she couldn't recognize her, but then her vision focused and a blush spread across her pale cheeks.

"I'm sorry," she said quietly, resting the sketchbook against one of the decorative cushions. "What was the question?"

Anna sighed. "I asked if you want to go out," she repeated, turning back around to look through the window. The sky was even darker than just a moment ago, and the waves crashing against the cliff below them left a spray of salty droplets high enough to see over the edge. "You haven't stepped out of the house in almost a month."

There was a moment of utter silence before she felt a pair of cool, slender arms circle around her bare abdomen. "It does seem like my kind of weather," Elsa murmured, resting her chin on Anna's shoulder. Her skin prickled at the sudden contact. She could feel the goosebumps form all the way down to her wrists. "But I don't feel like walking just now. After the storm, maybe?"

Something in her voice made Anna concerned.

"Did you eat your fruits today?" She placed a hand on Elsa's cold–colder than usual–cheek as Elsa gave out a quiet, confirmative hum. "Do you need to rest?"

Elsa's whole body shifted against her back when she laughed. "You worry too much, Anna."

Undeterred, she turned around to take a closer look into her sister's eyes. The blue was almost gone, leaving just the faintest trace of color around her contracted pupils.

"Elsa!"

Elsa took a step back. "Really, Anna, I am fine. I can go a day or two still, maybe even a week if I don't force myself too much."

Anna pinched the bridge of her nose in anger. There she went again. "We talked about this before," she began, doing everything in her might to keep the irritation out of her voice. Elsa wasn't doing it to make her angry. Elsa thought she was doing it for her. "You can't strain yourself like this, it's not doing either of us any good."

Elsa crossed her arms across her exposed–almost white! how did Anna not see that before?–chest and scrunched up her nose. "I'd beg to differ."

"I'd beg to differ with your differing," Anna retorted in a childish, mocking tone. She walked past Elsa and caught her by the arm, leading her out of the room.

"Where are we going?"

Anna smiled. "To the bedroom."

"Anna–"

"No, Elsa." She kicked the door open. The bedroom was even darker than the sitting room they just exited, being on the opposite, North side of the house. None of the very limited amount of sunlight currently outside made it in. "Lie down, and wait for me nicely, will you?"

She pushed her gently until Elsa was at least sitting on the bed, grumbling something under her breath, before she turned on her heel and left for the kitchen.

The stone floor was freezing to the touch, so she quickly skipped across to the fridge. She scowled when she saw the almost-full fruit bowl inside, and her scowl only deepened when she discovered the once-bitten apple hidden between the grapes. Deciding against deciding for Elsa, she grabbed the entire bowl and dashed back to their bedroom.

Elsa was lying flat on the bedding, staring at the ceiling with pale eyes wide open and white lips agape, unmoving. For just a few, frightening moments, Anna's heart stopped while she waited for Elsa to breathe.

She did.

"You lied to me," Anna forced out through a clenched throat. "There's barely any fruit missing."

"Sorry." Elsa's voice was meek. She scooted over on the bed to make room for Anna to sit down. "I didn't really feel like eating."

Anna let out a frustrated sigh as she handed her the apple she started before. "You need to eat something first, Sweetheart." Elsa blinked at her, and Anna realized she sounded exactly like their mother. She pushed it to the back of her mind, and pushed the apple towards Elsa. "Bite."

Sharp, white teeth broke through the peel with a loud crunch, and something inside Anna stirred in anticipation. She stood up and walked around the bed and over to the window to pull the parted curtains further apart. It was almost as dark as night in the middle of the day, and a low, distant rumble of thunder spoke of the storm soon to come.

When she turned around, there was an apple core on the bedside table, and Elsa was reaching for the strawberries. She got back to the bed and lied down next to her, pressing into the colder body as flush as possible without pushing her over. She then picked a grape from the bowl and popped it into her mouth, revelling in the sweet-tart taste as the juice exploded in her mouth.

They lied like this, for a while, just cuddling and eating fruits, until about half the bowl was gone.

"Alright," Anna said as she moved up on top of Elsa, straddling her hips. Elsa's wide eyes betrayed the surprise, and maybe a bit of confusion, tough Anna doubted there could still be any of that left after all those years. Her white-gold hair was splayed out on the navy-blue pillow like the silver lining of a rain cloud. And she looked so innocent and young, younger than Anna had ever remembered her. She entwined her fingers with Elsa's and pulled her hand up to her lips to press a chaste kiss. "How are you feeling?"

"Better now," Elsa said, and admittedly, her voice was livelier. "Maybe we don't–"

"No," she interrupted sternly. "You need it. You can't keep punishing yourself like this."

Elsa's sheepish smile said she was still planning to, but she didn't object when Anna lowered her head until her loose hair formed a canopy around her older sister's face. Then, slowly, looking into Elsa's eyes the entire time, she got closer, until their lips were brushing, but not exactly touching yet.

In a flash, Elsa let go of her hands and grabbed around her chest, pulling her in. The kiss was gentle and tender, but just like the rumbling thunder before the storm, Anna could sense the violent heat forming inside Elsa. Her hands betrayed it the most. She tangled them in Anna's hair and pulled, not quite strong enough to cause pain, but enough to get a gasp in return.

Anna did everything in her human ability not to thrust her hips into Elsa's when her hands dropped to rest possessively at her sides. She wouldn't give her the satisfaction just yet. Instead, she sucked on her lip, her tongue, ran her own over Elsa's teeth, taunting her. Before she could get a reaction, though, she pulled away and looked at the hungry beast below her.

"You need it," she repeated, watching Elsa's eyes roam down her body.

"Yes," Elsa answered with a growl that sent shivers of mixed sources up Anna's back. She felt like a puny rabbit sitting on the exposed underbelly of a hungry wolf. "God, yes."

"How long has it been?" Anna pushed the beast further. "I can't even remember exactly…" She grabbed the hand that grabbed her waist firmly and trailed it up, over her ribs and breasts, until Elsa's fingers traced over the scars on her neck. "Two– no, three months?"

"Ninety-eight days," Elsa muttered. Her eyes cleared of lust for a moment as shame took control over desire.

Anna smiled reassuringly. "It could have been less," she whispered. "You just had to ask."

She rolled her hips just as Elsa's nails raked across her collarbone.

"Stop teasing me," Elsa hissed angrily. "You know I'm not–" She looked away. "I can hurt you."

There was so many layers of sorrow in her voice that Anna's heart almost broke on the spot. She cupped Elsa's cheek and forced her head back to look at her. "You never hurt me." A lightning from outside reflected in Elsa's teary eyes. "Never in the three hundred years, Elsa. It won't change now."

Elsa looked like she wanted to argue, so she bent down quickly to kiss her again, to rekindle the fire that allowed Elsa to free herself from this self-imposed cage. This time she didn't hold back on anything. Her hands caressing Elsa's sides and breasts, she rocked her hips into her, pushing aside all sane thoughts and instead focusing on the hotness and wetness between her legs and the cool inside Elsa's mouth. Elsa's left hand never left her neck, but her right was roaming up and down her back, fingers dipping between every rib.

Lowering herself until their chests were almost molded into one, she broke the kiss to whisper in Elsa's ear, "bite."

There was a pause, a fleeting moment in which Elsa went totally still, her lips pressed to Anna's neck. Then came the searing pain she was so familiar with as Elsa's fangs broke through her skin, followed by the nauseating feeling of her warm blood trickling down her neck and collarbone. She felt Elsa's cooler tongue trace it before she latched onto her and sucked, long and hard enough for Anna's toes to curl. She let out a moan, and she could swear she heard Elsa purr at that.

"Elsa, ah…" she gasped through the shivers. "Please…"

She didn't have to specify. Elsa's hand was already going down her side at a teasingly slow pace, her fingertips brushing over Anna's pelvis. Under any other circumstances this would result in a tickle fit, but right now, with Elsa's teeth still deep in her neck, she couldn't care less about tickles.

She groaned loudly when that hand brushed over her pubic bone, only to wind up on her other thigh.

"You fiend," she husked out at Elsa when her sister let go of her neck to look her in the eyes. She flashed her a cocky, red grin in answer, before she leant in to kiss her tenderly.

Anna briefly remember how creeped out she was by that for the first few times. Right now, the coppery taste of her own blood evoked improper associations, and she bumped her hips against Elsa's hand.

This would be like this, always. Elsa needed her blood, and frankly, Anna needed Elsa's feeding to live as well. This weird symbiosis was non-negotiable, so the least they could do was make the whole ordeal into a pleasant experience.

And if Anna wanted to keep her sanity, she had to shun the thoughts of perverse, bloody sexual demonic rituals out of her head, and just let herself enjoy the moment. Both the pleasure and the pain. The oddly comforting feeling of her sister's unnaturally cold body pressed into her side, and her even colder fingers pumping vigorously inside her. The slight, blood loss-induced vertigo only served to heighten the sensations.

The rain started beating against the window halfway through their lovemaking, and kept on long after they both came undone a few times.

At times, the thunder drowned out their moans.

Only after they came down from their high did Anna truly feel the fatigue.

"Are you alright?" Elsa's voice was quiet and filled with concern as she played with the shorter, delicate hair just above Anna's ear. "Did I take too much?"

She shook her head against her sister's lap.

"We can go for that walk once you're rested."

"Mmm, I'd love that," she muttered into Elsa's thigh. "You really have to see some of the world, sometimes. Leaves are already falling from the trees."

Elsa laughed. "I don't care much for the trees or the leaves anymore," she paused and pulled the covers over Anna's legs and torso, "or anything, for that matter. I've had enough of it."

"Don't be dramatic." Anna huffed in mock-annoyance. "I know of at least one thing you care about."

"You're not a thing."

She rolled her eyes. "I meant your sketchbook."

Elsa's petting stopped. She brought one finger up to her still-red-tinted lips. "I guess you're right," she said after a while. "It is nice to draw again, even if I'm nowhere as good as I used to be."

Anna smiled. She was, after all, still human. She lived at a pace a normal human did, if perhaps a bit longer. But Elsa's perception was on an entirely different level, she learned that very early on. Things tired her quickly, and she lost interest abruptly. Juggling hobbies and other entertainment proved to be one of the hardest things over the years. One could only play the harp or write poems for so long until it got boring, it turned out.

It took Elsa over half a century to pick up drawing again.

"What were you drawing now, anyway?"

She leant down to kiss the tip of Anna's nose, her hair tickling the sides of Anna's face. She shuffled her legs out from underneath Anna, then slipped under the covers next to her. She placed her head on Anna's chest, listening to her heartbeat like she always did after feeding. Another thunder almost drowned out her response, but Anna could almost feel it reverberate in her lungs.

Out of everything Elsa loved over these years, there was only one thing that would always, forever be steady.

"You."