Summer
It's been three years now since Elsa and I have moved out of the palace, away from Arendelle to live on our own. And maybe it's strange to want to abandon a life of royalty to live as ordinary people; most ordinary girls probably long to be queens and princesses.
But Elsa has always followed her wildest whims to their conclusions, for better or worse; and I've always followed Elsa (for better or worse). I remember how bored she'd gotten with being cooped up in the palace all the time. At first, when I'd brought her back to Arendelle, things were fine for a while.
I could sense her restlessness building over time. She wanted more than a throne that was simply given to her. She started to talk about other places, what it might be like to be other people, and how fun it would be to be a school teacher and live in a big city.
Not so seriously at first, just in a what if sort of way, then, over time, in a more practical sense. And how I told her she was crazy when she confided in me that she longed to leave for real and start a new life. And how she frowned and looked hurt when I told her the idea was stupid, and how I regretted it immediately because it hurt me to see her so sad.
I suppose I knew it would happen as soon as she confided in me. Elsa was so headstrong and full of ideas. I'd always gotten the sense that, when I'd brought her back to Arendelle the first time she ran away, she would eventually want to leave again. It always felt like I was trying to hold on to Elsa and she was trying to go.
And if I could just be the most perfect Anna that she needed, she wouldn't ever want to leave me. There has just always been something innate in her that longs to break free, I know. Ever since we were little girls and she was locked away because of her powers.
We're different in that way I guess. I've always wanted comfort and security, and to be with my big sister in a sort of concurrent bliss, where the future was always safe and boring, and she was always there. Maybe if I had powers like Elsa, I'd be less inclined toward domestication, but who knows?
And so we went, out into the world on our own, leaving the palace and Arendelle in the hands of our distant cousins. In all honesty, I didn't want to go. But I wasn't going to lose Elsa again.
We had a nice cozy apartment in the city; a quaint one-bedroom place where the rent wasn't too high. Elsa insisted we not take any more money than what we needed to get started, and that we live like ordinary people, on our own work and pay. She finished her education eventually and became a school teacher like she had wanted.
And I'd really never seen her happier. She loved working with kids, and especially loved earning her own living. A one room apartment and a teacher's salary was certainly much less than being royalty, but I know for Elsa it was a throne she'd earned, and was much more valuable to her in that regard. Me, I was basically a stay-at-home sister.
I did the housework and the chores, cooked and cleaned, and did everything I could to make sure Elsa would always have a nice, comfortable life at home after working all day.
I found it fulfilling in my own way. There really was something to doing things yourself and not having servants and maids to take care of your every need. Life in the big city was just so much different than the palace and Arendelle. It was so much more robust.
There were cobblestone streets, and horses and buggies everywhere you looked, and lots of people hustling and bustling at all hours of the day and night. It was never quiet or boring, and I know that was good for Elsa's personality.
I even began to get the sense, after about a year or so had passed, that she could really settle into this life with me; and it stopped feeling like she would run away at any given moment. Though I hadn't wanted to leave the comfort of the palace at first, I'd ended up finding the domestic bliss with Elsa that I had always wanted too. In short, we were happy.
And now it was the first day of summer vacation for Elsa. Since she was a teacher, she had the entire summer off from work, with pay. That was nice. Though summers still were never easy for her. Hot months were difficult for an ice queen.
Elsa came home that day from her last day of work and collapsed onto the sofa. Her face was flushed red and she was sweating. It was only late May, but it was already quite hot outside. Elsa had trouble handling the high temperatures of summer days. She had a low tolerance for heat, and it weakened her powers overall. She could barely even make any snow at all when she got too hot. I immediately went to her and sat next to her on the sofa.
"Are you okay?" I asked, placing a hand on her forehead to check her temperature.
"Mm," she nodded with some strain, closing her eyes. "It was really hot today."
I petted her head and held her hand. "Aww, I know," I said as sweetly and reassuringly as I could. "I already have a cold bath filling up for you, it should be ready in a little bit."
She smiled and gave my hand a small squeeze of gratitude. I always felt so bad for her during the summers. I was planning on being as nurturing toward her as possible for these next few months.
I had learned a lot about taking care of Elsa during the summer over the last two years, and I wanted to make this one as easy for her as possible. I hated to admit it, but part of me enjoyed having Elsa in the distress of the heat, because I enjoyed being able to pamper and baby her a bit.
During summers with Elsa, it was like I was the big sister; I was the one who had to take care of everything, and sometimes that could be nice in a way. It's not that I enjoyed seeing her in discomfort at all; there was just a certain joy in doing my best to give her relief, and the fulfillment, and the warm fuzzy feelings that came with being a good sister. I was going to make this summer good for her!
The bath finished filling, and I went and turned off the water then called Elsa in. I undressed her myself and held her hand to help her into the tub because she was still fatigued from the heat. This was normal too by now. She loved cold baths during the summer, and was comfortable with me helping her now.
She used to be embarrassed to get naked in front of me, and I would turn around while she undressed and got in the tub, but after being roommates for long enough, and after enough baths I'd helped her with, we eventually got used to being in various states of undress around each other, and it was more and more casual over time after enough baths.
It was all another level of closeness as sisters, I suppose. After a while it didn't feel weird at all to see her naked, or to undress her, or undress in front of herself myself. In fact, it felt natural and sisterly. We were closer now and as comfortable with each other as best friends ought to be.
Elsa let out a long, relieved "Ahhhhh," as she sank into the cold water. She threw her head back and bit her lower lip and stretched her arms over her head once she was fully submerged and feeling better. Having ice powers makes her body completely topsy turvey. A freezing cold bath to her is as soothing as a hot bath to anyone else.
Meanwhile I was sitting on my knees by the side of the tub with my sleeves rolled up, ready to rub her shoulders. I smiled and felt so good, happy to see her looking relieved now after how agonized she had been when she first came home.
"Does the water feel good?" I asked.
"Oh yes," she answered, her voice full of delight. Her face was still flushed, but now she had a serene smile across her lips. I so loved seeing her relaxed and happy like this.
I wanted to make her feel even better, so I reached over and began massaging her shoulders as I usually did during her cold baths in the summer, and she immediately responded in a positive way, letting out a little moan of pleasure. Hearing that sound from her was music to my ears.
I kept massaging to get more little moans out of her. I went over her shoulders, her neck, her upper back... I even took her earlobes between my fingers and gently pinched and pulled on them, which made her purr. Her ears were very sensitive. She was in heaven now, I knew.
Her breasts were just slightly above the water, so I could see that her nipples had become completely stiff and pointy. That was always the sure sign I'd look for to know she was enjoying one of my bath massages. I gave myself a mental high-five upon seeing that her nipples were pointing.
It was always satisfying to succeed in pampering her. I went back down to her shoulders and began slowly massaging them again, and she purred more. I kept my eyes on her breasts the whole time I rubbed her shoulders. Her boobs were definitely were my favorite part of her body, just from an aesthetic standpoint. They were completely gorgeous.
They were a nice size, not too big, not small, though bigger than mine. They were smooth, round, and perky, and white as snow like the rest of her. And she had the most feminine, pretty little pink nipples to top them off. My nipples were light brown, and I was somewhat jealous of her pretty pink ones.
Part of me had always wanted to try going for her breasts and massaging them as well, but so far I never had. I didn't know how she would feel if she knew how badly I wanted to touch them. Unlike Elsa, it was difficult for me to act on my crazy whims. I didn't know if she would take it the wrong way, or think it was weird. The thought of touching her in that way didn't seem weird to me at all.
It just seemed like another way to get closer to her. Because it wouldn't be a sexual thing, or even perverted at all.
I wouldn't want her to feel like I was crossing a line she wasn't comfortable with. I just knew those were probably very sensitive parts of her body too, and wanted to make her feel good in any way I could. It was the same as wanting to massage her back or shoulders to me: totally innocent.
But would it be possible to massage her breasts and nipples in a completely platonic, sisterly way? Could she see it that way? For now I just kept rubbing her back and staring at those stiff nipples, wondering what they must feel like.
After she was done with her bath, I helped her out of the tub and dried her off. Then once she was dry and had a towel wrapped around her, I stood behind her in the mirror and brushed her hair. I wondered if she could tell how giddy I was. I loved giving her baths and drying her and combing her hair like this.
She was so pretty it was like having my own life-sized doll to play with. Taking care of her needs, and being the big sister for a while was the best part of summer with Elsa. After I finished with her hair, I stood in the mirror next to her and we both smiled at each other in our reflections. Then I gave her a little squeeze around her hips from behind, hugged her and gave her a little kiss on the cheek too.
Once we left the bathroom, Elsa let the towel drop from herself and was completely naked again. It helped her a bit in dealing with the heat to stay naked most of the time when we were around the house. It became the norm during summer ever since we'd became comfortable with nudity around each other. I loved it of course, getting to look at her beautiful body all day.
She had such a cute little butt, too, along with those gorgeous breasts. I loved watching her go into the kitchen and reach for something on a high shelf, and seeing her little butt go up as she stood on her tippy toes. I giggled to myself, watching Elsa's bum now as she made her way to the sofa to sit down. Summers sure were great.
I suppose the only bad part about summer was that Elsa never wanted to cuddle at night. It was too hot for her. She would sleep with an ice pack, completely naked, and fully over the covers. If I'd try to spoon with her, she'd push me away and say it was too hot for that.
Sometimes we'd get into little arguments in bed, because I could be quite selfish admittedly when it came to needing to cuddle. It was just so hard to lie next to her without getting to snuggle up to her. I was quite clingy in bed, year around. Most of the time, she was okay with that.
Most of the time she was the big sister who would hold me and make me feel safe, and be my big spoon, and rub my back until I fell asleep. During the summers when our roles would switch, it was hard to adjust to her being so distant and pouty in bed.
Though eventually we came to a compromise of just holding hands in bed instead of snuggling. Holding her hand was nice, but I would always try to go for more, slowly scooting closer to her as the night went on, trying to eventually end up in her arms, only to aggravate her and have her tell me it was too hot for that and scold me.
One night last summer she'd gotten so annoyed with me clinging to her, she left the room and went to sleep on the couch. I started crying, and she felt so bad she immediately came back and apologized, and she wiped my eyes and hugged me and gave me kisses on my forehead, then held me all night even though it was too hot for her. She really was the best big sister in the world. And this summer I was going to try to be less annoying in bed for her.
That night I had two ice packs ready for her, and I even set up her side of the bed with a separate sheet so she could lay on top of it and I could sleep under the covers. When she came into the room, I flashed her a smile and patted the bed to show how I'd gotten it ready for her and beckon her over.
"Anna, you do know it's that time of year where it's too hot for me to cuddle, right?" Elsa asked, making her way over the bed.
"Yup, and I'm going to be on my best behavior!"
She raised an eyebrow at me. "I'll believe that when I see it," and she climbed into bed next to me and laid down over the covers.
She got a book from her nightstand, put her glasses on and began reading. I just lay there eagerly beside her, looking at her. I was ready to do more for her to prove I could be a good sister in bed this summer.
I wondered if she'd want a massage, or if she'd rather just read in silence and for me to leave her alone. The only light in the room was from the lamp on Elsa's nightstand, and her naked body looked beautiful in the soft, dim glow.
My eyes went right to her boobs. Her chest was heaving up and down as she slowly breathed in and out, completely relaxed with her book. I was totally transfixed by her body.
I really wanted to massage those breasts. I bit my lower lip and stared at them, probably with a dumb, total obvious look on my face, because eventually Elsa said, "Anna you're staring at me," without looking up from her book at all.
I perked up. "I am? I'm sorry."
"Why don't you go to sleep?"
"I was just..." I averted my eyes, "wondering... if there was anything else I could do for you. Do you want a massage or anything while you read? I could massage your..." I looked again at her breasts and almost said it but managed to stop myself. "...feet if you want."
"Hmm... that sounds nice actually."
I was somewhat disappointed in myself. I really wanted to get my hands on her breasts but I still didn't have the courage to act on my whims. So I made my way to the bottom of the bed and started rubbing her feet instead. Though, this was nice too.
She enjoyed foot rubs a lot, and she had very soft, dainty little feet, so I enjoyed touching them. They were very sensitive, too, just like her neck and ears and shoulders.
In fact, she let out a quiet, "Mm..." under her breath and clenched her eyes shut for a moment as soon as I touched her foot.
That made me happy. This time I was using one of the ice packs to keep my hands cool between rubbing. I could tell she was really loving it when she couldn't concentrate on her book anymore and put it down and took her glasses off. Then she let herself relax and laid back her head all the way on the pillow and stretched out her legs.
"Good?" I asked, switching over to her left foot.
"Really good. Thank you for this."
"It's no problem at all. You've worked sooo hard this year at your job," I kept massaging, "I want to make sure your time off is relaxing. So don't be surprised if I want to spoil you like this all summer!"
"Oh, Anna. What did I do to deserve such a sweet sister like you?"
I giggled. "I was going to ask the same thing. You're the sweet one, Elsa." I gave her little toe a pinch.
She smiled and closed her eyes.
I could see her nipples had gotten hard, and once again I felt that satisfying tinge that came with knowing I was being a good little sister and making my big sister feel good. Then Elsa started doing something I'd never seen her do before. It totally surprised me. She actually grabbed her own breasts and started playing with them.
Very lightly. She did it casually. It wasn't a desperate or erotic gesture, just her gently touching herself in a way that didn't even seem out of place at all. I wondered what it meant. Something totally new from Elsa... Was I getting to another level of sisterhood with her?
If she was comfortable touching herself in front of me, it must mean we had gotten closer. I silently celebrated to myself and tried to act cool and not let my giddiness be too obvious. I really wanted to stand up and cheer, "We got closer! Yes! Yes!" and dance around the room like an idiot. But she was being so casual about it, I didn't want to be the one to make a big deal over it. So I just kept massaging her feet and letting her enjoy it.
After she stopped touching herself and seemed totally relaxed, I stopped massaging her and crawled back up to my side of the bed. Her eyes were shut and she was breathing slowly, and I didn't know if she was asleep.
"Elsa?" I whispered. She didn't answer.
I stared at her pretty body in the soft glow of the lamp. I smiled down at her. She looked so beautiful and peaceful. I wanted to get even closer to her this summer. I wondered what level of closeness sisters could reach. I felt satisfied that I had gotten to a new level with her today. I wanted to go as high as possible with her, wherever that was.
And, I'd been a good sister today I figured. So I couldn't help myself. She was already asleep. So I laid as close as I could to her, wrapped my arms around her waist, and snuggled right up to her. Now this was heaven.
"Anna..." she complained, groggily. "Too hot..."
I frowned and pulled away from her. I guess there could be no cuddling during the summer after all. But then I saw something that made me smile again. Elsa had extended her hand out for me to hold. So I grabbed it and held onto it tightly, and relaxed and closed my eyes. This was nice too.