I'm back! So, this has kind of taken on a life of its own and will be at least three chapters long, so sorry, this is not the final chapter, there's more to come, although I doubt any of you are complaining, right? The response to this fic has been amazing, soooo many votes. In the end, the clear winner was of course, C, however many people requested to start off with them being sisters first, so... your wish, is my command! Enjoy. See you soon!
Warnings, smut ahead :P
Chapter Two
Three hesitant taps knocked upon the front door.
"Coming!" Anna called as she raced downstairs. She grasped the handle and pulled it open.
There was Elsa, in the flesh, looking down at her feet, her hands toying with the end of her braid as she shifted nervously. "Hi." She practically whispered.
Anna growled and went to slam the door shut, but a hand and foot blocked her before she could fully close it.
"Anna, please I just want to talk." Elsa was looking up her, her voice strained and desperate.
A surge of white-hot anger flooded through Anna and she began to yell. "Oh, you want to talk! You, want to talk? Where were you six months ago when I wanted to talk, huh? Where were you every time I called or messaged you or showed up at your apartment or when I went to Corona and hunted you down, where were you when I faced our mother for the first time in thirteen years? Where were you then, huh? What makes you think that I want to talk to you now? It's been six months, Elsa! Six fucking months since I've heard anything from you, you could have been dead for all I knew!
"So, no. No, I don't want to talk. Not now. Not ever. Now remove your fucking foot before I remove it for you!" Anna spat with all the venom she could muster, her lips curling into an angry sneer, her eyes narrowing into slits as she glared at the woman she once thought she could love.
"Anna, please! I'm sorry, okay! I just… I got scared and I ran… I didn't mean to hurt you!" Elsa pleaded, tears welled in her eyes and began to tumble down her cheeks as she stood in the doorway, still holding it open with her arm.
Anna brought her hand across Elsa's face, taking great delight in watching the red welt that began to appear on the blonde's cheek. "You're sorry!" She roared. "You come here, unannounced, rock up at my door, and all you have to say is you're sorry!" Anna raised the opposite hand and slapped Elsa's other cheek. "After I waited six fucking months, checking my phone constantly, staring at the window, my heart stopping every time I saw another blonde just in case she turned out to be you! You couldn't have called or, or even sent me a fucking message, you had to come here and ruin my day, all for a pathetic apology? I thought we had something, I thought I could fall for you, but you hurt me Elsa, god you have no idea how much you hurt me!" Anna screamed wildly, she must look like a maniac given how Elsa was staring at her, eyes wide, mouth agape, Anna was pretty sure that if she had hackles, they'd be standing on end right now.
"All I wanted was to sit down with you and talk about this, I would have accepted whatever you wanted from me, whether that was a sister, a lover, or just someone you had an amazing night with. It would have hurt to lose you, but I would have accepted it, at least I would have known where I stand." She could feel tears in her own eyes, her words cutting straight through her, but she fought them back, she didn't want Elsa seeing that she was hurt, she wanted the girl to feel the full extent of her wrath.
"But instead I got nothing. No contact at all, and I know you promised Kristoff you wouldn't run from me, I know you said you just needed space and I was more than willing to give you that; hell, I needed space too, I needed time to sort it all out in my head, figure out what I wanted from you. But six months! Six months is running away, not getting space." Anna yelled at the woman before her, Elsa couldn't even look her in the eye.
"Goodbye Elsa." Anna made to shut the door again, but the blonde dove forward, her hands coming up to clasp Anna's face and the next thing Anna knew, Elsa's lips were on hers, pressing against her own insistently, and for a second, just a second, Anna began to kiss her back.
"No!" She screamed as she pushed Elsa off her and slapped her cheek for a third time in as many minutes. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" Anna spat at the blonde who was now cradling her throbbing cheek in her hands. "Get out." She growled hatefully.
"Anna, I-"
"I said get out!" Anna roared and raised her hand for the fourth time, this time it was scrunched in a tight fist and pulled back to her shoulder. Elsa flinched and cowered, before nodding slowly, unable to speak as she choked back tears and then turned to leave.
Anna slammed the door with as much force as she could muster and heard the frame crack from the impact. She turned on the spot and slid down to the floor, her arms wrapping around her knees as she rested her forehead on top, hyperventilating as she cried hysterically. Behind her, she felt the wood shift, as if someone was leaning against the other side.
Anna's phone beeped again, another message to join the hundreds that already sat there unread. She wasn't avoiding Elsa, no, of course not, she just needed space… right.
It had been a week since her sister had shown up at the door again, Elsa had been sending her multiple messages daily and had tried calling her several times during the course of the week. Anna hadn't read a single one. Every time she went to unlock her phone, she'd feel anxious and sick and angry and humiliated and… maybe a little guilty.
She knew she was being childish and petty, sinking to Elsa's level, giving her sister a taste of her own medicine, but she was just so pissed off with her that Anna couldn't bring herself to even look at the messages let alone reply.
A few minutes later, Anna's phone began to ring. The redhead groaned and thumped her head against the island bench in the kitchen where she was sitting and going through some papers for work.
"Anna, for the love of god, please, just answer the phone!" Her frustrated father called from the lounge.
"I don't wanna." She grumbled in reply, sounding very much like a toddler being told go to bed.
"Oh, my god, Anna! Grow up! Strap on a pair and answer the fucking phone!" Her father yelled as he stood, walked over to her, grabbed her phone off the bench and shoved it into her hands. "If I have to listen to another shrill rendition of Let It Be, I'm going to throw that damned thing at the wall and ground you for a year!"
Anna stood, rolling her eyes as took her phone from her father. "It's Let It Go, Papa, not 'let it be' and you and I both know that threat won't stick, you've never been able to punish me." Anna gave him a pointed look and folded her arms. "And I don't want to talk to her." She added stubbornly.
Agnarr sighed and wrapped her arms around his daughter. "Look, I know she hurt you and I know this is crazy and hard to wrap your head around. But you need to work it out with her. You've been moody and grumpy since the day she left, I got a tiny glimpse of my old happy Anna that day and I want her back. You know that I love you right?" He asked and waited until those teal eyes met his own and Anna nodded. "Right, so you know that I'll always be here for you, I'll always support you, no matter what."
Anna took a step back and eyed her father through narrowed lids. "And what if I can't get over my attraction to her, huh? Would you support me if we entered into a relationship?" She asked disbelievingly, challenging her father's promise.
Agnarr remained silent for a minute before sighing again and scratching the back of his head. "Yes." He replied firmly. "I'm not saying it would be easy or that I would be overly comfortable with the relationship, but you two didn't grow up together, you have been separated for thirteen years and don't know each other as sisters. It's just, that morning when you came home from your night with Elsa, you were so happy, so happy Anna and I've never seen you smile like that before. I don't even think Meg ever made you smile that broadly in the entire three years you two were together. If… if Elsa makes you that happy, then I'm not going to stop it."
Anna searched her fathers' expression for some sign of discomfort or deceit, when she found none, she wrapped her arms around him tightly and rested her head on his chest. "Thank you, Papa." She said softly. "I'm still not sure what I want from her or if I want anything at all. But I'm glad I have your support."
Agnarr smiled and kissed his daughter's head. "Good. I'm glad we have that settled, now next time that blasted thing rings, answer it! Okay? I'd actually like to be able to have both daughters in the same room one day. Stop avoiding her, it will only make it worse, just talk. That's all I'm asking, just talk to her."
Anna sighed and then nodded. "Okay." She agreed somewhat hesitantly. "I will." As if on cue, her phone started ringing, making both Anna and Agnarr jump a little.
Her heart suddenly felt as though it was in her throat, the chamber tight and constricted as she tried to swallow down the lump that had formed there. Without looking at the screen, she slid her thumb over the green button and brought the device up to her ear. "Hello?" She said tentatively.
"Anna! Thank god! I've been trying to call you for the last few days and you haven't been answering my messages, I was about to send out a search and rescue team!"
"Oh, Kristoff, it's just you." She sighed feeling the tension slowly leave her body, the constriction in her chest easing a little.
"Just me? Wow, that hurts!" The blonde joked feigning offense.
"You know that's not what I meant." She grumbled light-heartedly as she removed herself from her father's arms and began to walk towards her bedroom. "I just… thought you were Elsa."
"I figured as much when started ignoring me." Kristoff quipped and then paused for a moment. "She's worried about you, you know." He added growing uncharacteristically serious.
"How would you know?" She asked as she flopped onto her bed, her back bouncing a little as it hit the mattress.
"She's moved back here, Anna. She came to me in tears a week ago, hoping I could get through to you."
"Oh." Anna breathed as she pinched the bridge of her nose, she wasn't exactly a welcoming host that day. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean for you to get so involved in this mess."
"Well, it is kind of my fault you're in this mess to begin with." Kristoff joked.
"Very true, I'm glad to see you're taking some responsibility for your actions." Anna teased as she rolled onto her side, her phone wedged between her mattress and ear.
Kristoff scoffed, his booming laugh ringing in her ear. "Responsibility? No, I'm taking the credit for finally getting you laid." He said sounding all smug.
"You got me laid with my sister, that's hardly something to boast about." She snapped back at him, if he'd been there she probably would have hit him for his comment.
"Meh. I don't care, my only mission was to find someone who would fuck you senseless. It was a mission accomplished in my books. You certainly didn't seem to have a problem with it after you'd downed that bottle of vodka."
"Kristoff!" Anna chided as she buried her head in her sheets. "Please, don't remind me! It's not a moment I'm particularly proud of!" She groaned in remembrance of that night, god she was so drunk, so desperate and needy, it was humiliating. She found herself wishing she was one of those people who didn't remember anything the morning after. "It's also not something you should be taking credit for either! Supplying alcohol to an underage teen is illegal and completely irresponsible when said teen in is the midst of an emotional breakdown."
"Firstly, I did not supply the alcohol, I just happened to have the alcohol which is perfectly legal for someone like myself who is of age. Secondly, I didn't force you to drink it, I only helped open the bottle, you're the one who decided to drink the whole thing. And thirdly, I never claimed to be a responsible adult." Anna could practically hear his smug grin through the phone, she wished she was there to slap it off his face.
"Whatever." She grumbled. "I still hold you accountable."
"So, when are you going to talk to her?" Kristoff asked suddenly serious again.
"Ugh, I don't know. Never." She responded childishly.
"You can't ignore her forever feisty-pants, she'll start bashing down your door soon."
Anna scoffed and sat up as she ran her hands through her hair. "I know." She sighed, "it's just… complicated."
"Yeah, I get that." Kristoff joked softly. "But you want answers, right?"
"Right." Anna agreed after a beat.
"Then you've gotta suck it up princess. Talk to her. If you won't do it for her, do it for me, she's driving me nuts!"
Anna laughed at her friend's last comment. "Well, you deserve it, it's all your fault." She pointed out.
"We're back to blaming me, again are we?"
"Always." Anna replied instantly. "I'm never to blame for anything, I'm sweet and innocent."
Kristoff scoffed over the line and started laughing in her ear. "You! Sweet and innocent? Baha-ha! Pull another one. I don't think someone who is sweet and innocent would sing 'I fucked my sister and I liked it, the taste of her pussy juices.'" Kristoff teased in hysterics.
Anna felt her face flame up, god she was never going to live that night down. "Shut up." She groaned. "I swear, I'll kill you if you tell anyone about that." She scrubbed her face with her free hand, her cheeks hot beneath her palm. "Can we like, not bring that night up again? Ever. Please."
"Elsa and Anna sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g, first comes Anna, then comes Elsa, then they find out they're sisters and its incest." Kristoff sung over the phone.
"That was terrible." Anna deadpanned.
"Would you prefer me to go back to 'I fucked my sister'?"
"God no!" Anna balked. "How about we just change the subject. Please." She begged.
"Fine. What are you doing tonight?" Kristoff asked, finally relenting.
"Nothing. I have no life, remember."
"You would have if you stopped ignoring Elsa."
"Kristoff!" Anna yelled at the man, getting frustrated with the conversation. "Drop it! Okay. No more Elsa talk or I will hang up on you."
"Fine. Come over hear at like four, you can stay for dinner and we can watch a movie or something, we won't talk and unless you want to, and I promise I won't bring up the E word."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
"Fine. See you this arvo." Anna hung up threw her phone down beside her, talking to Kristoff was always taxing, she loved him dearly, but god, he liked to tease.
Anna knocked on Kristoff's door, just a little after four and waited for her friend to open up.
"Hey, Anna. Come in." He welcomed but his voice seemed… odd… maybe a little suspicious, as if he was hiding something from her.
Anna eyed him curiously, trying to figure out what he was up to, she knew her friend very well and as much as he was trying to hide it, she could see the look of guilt in his eyes. She began to think she might be getting set up again.
"Anna!" A pair of feminine arms suddenly wrapped themselves around her neck.
"You!" Anna spat, absolutely livid as she pushed Elsa off her, she knew this was a setup. "What is she doing here?" She snapped turning to Kristoff, her finger pointed it his face, her lips curling into a sneer.
"She's here to talk Anna." Kristoff said as he pushed her into the house, locking the door behind her.
"You promised me we wouldn't talk about her!" She growled at her best friend, feeling absolutely betrayed.
"I did, and I haven't, she's here to talk to you, I'm leaving for a bit, you two need to sort your shit out!" Kristoff grabbed his keys off the table and pushed past a shell-shocked Anna before heading to the door.
"You can't just leave me here, with her… alone!" She sniped, throwing her hands up in frustration.
"You'll be fine, feisty-pants. Just don't get drunk again." And just like that, Kristoff shut the door, leaving the two girls alone to 'talk'.
"Anna, I'm really sorry-" Elsa rushed as she kept her eyes downcast.
"Save it!" The redhead snapped as she strode over to kitchen and poured herself a drink of coke from Kristoff's fridge, although, she really was hoping he'd have something stronger but it appeared that hidden his alcohol from her. "I don't want to hear your apologies! I don't want to hear how 'sorry' you are or how much you have struggled or how much you regret it. I really don't care." She spat as she slammed the glass down on the benchtop, the fragile cup smashing on impact, the liquid inside spilling out onto the floor and soaking through her shirt. "Shit!" She hissed as she rounded on her sister, "look what you made me do!"
Elsa rushed to Anna's aid, bending down to pick up the larger shards of glass from the ground before her sister had the chance to hurt herself. She scooped them up in her hands carefully and placed the pieces on the benchtop. "Anna, you're bleeding!" Elsa said worriedly, pointing to the palm of Anna's hand, a small shard of glass protruding from the skin.
"Fuck!" Anna swore again, how the hell did she not notice that? Using her finger and her thumb, she pulled the shard from her hand, hissing as the pain suddenly set in. As soon as it was out it started bleeding profusely – despite the small size of the cut – and Elsa immediately pressed a damp cloth to her wound. "I can do that myself thanks." She snapped at the blonde, pulling her hand away and walking over to the couch, pressing the cloth to her wound.
"I was just trying to help." Elsa murmured darkly from the kitchen across the other side of the room as she continued to clean up the mess.
"Well I don't need your help, okay?" Anna grumbled, her hand was throbbing, the cut stinging in her palm, making her even more short tempered than before.
After a few long moments of strained silence, Elsa slowly walked over to Anna and sat herself on the couch next to her sister, her body turned to face Anna. The redhead kept her eyes trained at the ground below her feet, intentionally avoiding eye contact with the blonde. "Can I have a look at it. Please?" Elsa asked, slowly putting her hands over Anna's injured one.
Anna refused to look up but moved her hand off to the side, silently giving Elsa permission to inspect the wound. She felt the rag being lifted off gently as slender fingers tentatively brushed against her hand, sending a very much unwanted tingle down Anna's spine.
"You're lucky." Elsa concluded, "it's not that deep, I don't even think it needs stiches, just put some ice on it, you'll be fine." She then placed a band-aid over the cut, gently smoothing it out with her fingers.
Anna felt her hand being lifted and then, soft lips pressing against the skin on her wrist – the pain disappearing instantly. She jerked back her hand and stood abruptly, shooting Elsa a glare. "Great, does that mean our appointment is over, doc? I can leave now right?" She snapped again and stared down at the blonde, the silence between them more than strained now, it was painfully stifling.
When Elsa looked away from her and didn't respond, Anna rolled her eyes and began walking towards the door. She had just grasped the handle when Elsa suddenly yelled at her. "Why do you hate me so much!" Her outburst making the redhead stop in her tracks.
Anna's heart began to thud loudly in her chest, she hadn't heard Elsa yell at her before, the sheer agony in each word made that beating muscle squeeze tight. "I don't hate you." She growled through gritted teeth as she remained frozen in front of the wood.
"Really? 'Cause it sure as hell seems that way to me!" There were tears in her eyes, Anna could tell without looking, she didn't need to see it, she could hear it in the tightness of Elsa's voice. "You're acting like a child!"
Anna spun on the spot, her chest rising and falling with each harsh breath, her hands forming tight fists by her sides. Elsa had stood, the bloody tea-towel thrown to the floor, she was only a metre or so away from Anna now. "Me!" She screeched in retaliation, "what about you? You ignored me for six fucking months Elsa! Six months and you're pissed off because I didn't speak to you for a week!" Anna began gesturing madly, her arms flailing around her, she felt like she was ready to explode.
"That's different." Elsa spat defensively, looking away as she hugged her arms around herself.
Elsa's last comment made Anna see red as she zeroed her glare in on the blonde opposite her. "How? How is that different? Because it's you? Because you were the one ignoring me and now that the tables have turned you can't handle it? Huh? Is that it? Come on, Elsa, tell me I'm wrong, tell me that it's something else. Tell me!" She screamed manically, the look in Elsa's eyes told her that she thought Anna had lost her mind.
"Because I'm in love with you!"
"…"
Dead silence fell about the room, not a single sound could be heart apart from two sets of harsh breathing as the girls stared at each other, their eyes locked on the sister opposite them, neither woman moving an inch.
Then, something inside Anna just snapped and she found herself racing forward, her hands going straight to the back of Elsa's head as she kissed her, hard.
Teeth clacked together, lips crushed against each other as Anna held Elsa against her, not giving the blonde a chance to move away, not even if she wanted to.
Before Elsa even had a chance to reciprocate, Anna released her and took half a step back, her chest rising and falling harshly as she panted and just stood there. Elsa's expression was one of pure shock, the blonde girl frozen in place until the neurons started firing again and then, her lips were back on Anna's kissing her with just as much fervour and ferocity as the redhead had done.
With a growl Anna pushed Elsa against the wall, tearing her shirt off and throwing it behind her, not caring where it landed, as long as it was off. The rest of their clothing was ripped off with just as much haste, hands desperate to touch, mouths eager to taste, their need to make the other crumble beneath their touch was too strong to waste time on taking things slow.
Anna tore off Elsa's panties, the last offending item to be removed, the blonde's scent driving her wild as she dove in and began lapping at Elsa's folds. Her sister's leg hooked over her shoulder, her hands tangling in Anna's hair as the redhead worked with her mouth and fingers between her legs.
"Anna!" Elsa cried and bucked, almost toppling over from her position against the wall.
The redhead grunted as she pushed Elsa's leg off her shoulder and stood, wrapping her hands around Elsa's thighs as she lifted her up, and carried her into Kristoff's spare room – their lips locked together the entire time.
Anna threw Elsa onto the mattress and climbed on top of her, wasting no time, she began to suck at Elsa's neck, her teeth grazing each new mark before she lathed it with her tongue and moved onto another patch of delicious moon-pale skin.
Elsa's hands were everywhere, in her hair, clasping her face, scratching at her back as she arched below Anna, her breathing sharp and shallow, it was like music to Anna's ears.
Elsa slid her touch back up and over Anna's shoulders before moving down to cup the redhead's breast, rolling her nipples between her finger and thumb before pushing Anna back up until she was sitting in Elsa's lap.
The blonde removed one of her hands from Anna's chest and replaced it with her mouth, her sister moaning as she arched back, pushing more of her breast into Elsa's mouth, her own hands tugging at starlight-coloured hair.
Anna reached down and found Elsa's supple breasts, her fingers toying with the tort mounds as Elsa's spare hand slipped into the space between Anna's thighs and dipped into the searing heat for a moment before she brought her hand back up, released Anna's nipple and popped those two fingers into her mouth, making sure Anna's eyes were locked on hers the entire time.
Elsa's eyes slipped shut as she groaned, savouring Anna's taste before moving her hand back down and inserting those fingers into Anna's pulsating flesh again. "Fuck, Elsa!" Anna moaned loudly, her head tipping back as her eyes rolled shut.
She reached up and pushed on Elsa's shoulders until she was laying on the bed again and then shifted to the side a little to allow space for her hand to slip between their bodies, her own two fingers entering Elsa with ease.
The girls' wrists bumped together as the worked their fingers inside each other, blue eyes locked on teal, their foreheads resting together as they moved as one. "Oh, Anna, yes! Fuck, please, don't stop!" Elsa begged.
"Fuck, Els, so good." Anna panted as breathed into Elsa's mouth, their pace furious with desperation, taking things slow was really not an option, not when it had been so long, with so much time for fantasies to build in their heads, that need to be close, to make their lover come undone was too great, to powerful, all rational thought gone in place of their burning desire. Then, there was also the dread, that if they slowed they'd come to their senses and that would just add to the already strained tension between the two.
"Anna, please, please! Oh, Anna, gods Anna." Elsa mewled, pleading, begging, needing, the promise of sweet, sweet release was just upon the horizon.
"God, we should not be doing this, we should not be doing this." She began to murmur, over and over like a mantra, not that she stopped her fingers as they continued to slide in and out of her sister, her palm rubbing against Elsa's clit – she didn't even slow.
It took a moment for Elsa to catch up with the words tumbling from Anna's lips, she groaned and stilled her hand. "Ugh, do- do you want me to stop?" Elsa asked sluggishly, although she'd paused in her ministrations, her fingers remained where they were, it was clear that she didn't want this to end now, but would if Anna asked.
"Fuck no!" Anna blurted instantly. "Please, oh god, please Elsa, don't stop!"
With a growl Elsa's fingers began working at their frantic pace again as Anna ground her hips against her hand. "Good." She panted as she tilted her head slightly and caught Anna's lips with her own, her free hand pulling the redhead's body closer to hers, making their position a little more awkward, their hands a little more cramped, but the act all that more sensual and romantic, this wasn't just sex, this was two people becoming one, doing everything humanly possible to connect on a deeper level. "Because I never want to stop touching you." She promised against those lips.
Anna kissed Elsa back fervently, only pulling away when the blonde's fingers hit that one patch inside her that sent spikes of pleasure up her spine and made her insides clench around those wonderfully long digits.
"Fuck!" She cried as she copied the blonde's actions, fluttering her fingers, grazing them along Elsa's inner walls until her head was snapping back, her spine arching harshly, pushing herself into Anna's body as she let out a keening whine, her voice breaking and rising both in pitch and tone.
Elsa's reaction only spurred Anna on, she pressed down harder with her palm, her hand slamming into her sister's body, her desire to make Elsa shatter below her became her number one priority, a desperation, an absolute, animalistic need.
She could feel herself growing close, that ever familiar tingling sensation that started in her toes and began to shoot upwards, the fire in her belly was almost an inferno as it raged on, hotter and hotter it grew, her muscles were beginning to tense, her breathing shallow and hitching as the hand that was holding her up dug into the sheets below them, her grip so tight she was sure she was going to rip them.
Anna knew Elsa was right there with her, she was just as close, she had fallen silent, her nonsensical murmurs had faded to nothing but moans and strained cries that kept getting caught in her throat. Her eyes were wide and pleading, the colour of the deepest blue, so dark with desire, and yet, behind that hue, Anna could see a fire burning, not one of heat and passion, but one of affection and love and romance and promise.
She felt as though she could swim in those orbs, in that crystalline ocean, and she knew that if she dived, she'd always be kept safe in there, Elsa would always keep her afloat. "Elsa, I-" Anna began, there were so many things she wanted to say, so many emotions she wanted to express, but then she reached the top of her mountain and began to topple over.
Her body locked up, her eyes squeezing shut, her breath hitched and held as she saw stars shooting across her vision, her mouth opening in a silent scream. She felt like she was flying, soaring through the air at super-speed but then it shifted and felt more like falling, like a diver tumbling from a plane, her stomach doing summersaults as she skimmed through the clouds, the feeling so intense, that she couldn't even cry out, she couldn't even breathe, and she felt as though she'd never land.
But soon her body began to shake again, her high finally wearing off as she gasped for air and then screamed Elsa's name, Anna's tearing from Elsa's lips, both of them there, toppling and flying and falling and soaring together, as one.
Anna collapsed bodily and rolled off Elsa, both girls struggling to catch their breath, the sheets below them soaked and stained, the air was thick with heat and sweat and the spicy scent of arousal. As the haze of desire began to slip away, the harshness of reality crept back in and a sudden pang of shame and guilt and disgust washed over Anna.
Clarity struck and shot up and scrambled off the bed, pulling the loose sheet with her and wrapping it around her body. "Oh no." She began to murmur, her eyes wide as panic grew. "Ooh, no, no, n-no! What have we done? What have I done? No. No, no, no, no. This- this is all wrong, so, so wrong. Stupid, stupid, stupid!" Anna began to pace furiously, the hand that wasn't holding up the sheet was running through her hair and over her face as she tried to scrub the shame away. "We shouldn't have done that, we should not have done that!" Anna growled at herself, a shell-shocked Elsa still sitting on the bed, her eyes wide as she watched her sister snap. "How could I be so stupid? Stupid, stupid, stupid!"
"Anna?" Elsa questioned timidly as she rose off the bed, her body in all its glory on full display, and Anna had to quickly turn her back before she repeated her foolish actions.
She felt a pair of hands softly rest upon her shoulders and a pair of even softer lips pressing against her neck. She felt herself begin to melt, those lips distracting her from her inner turmoil, but she pushed them away, she wouldn't – couldn't – forget who the other girl was to her again. "Stay away from me Elsa, please, just stay away." She said through gritted teeth as she bit back the tears that threatened to fall from her eyes. "I-I have to go." She muttered through the lump in her throat as she shrugged Elsa off and rushed out the bedroom door…
… Only to stop abruptly and almost drop her sheet when she saw none other than Kristoff, sitting on his couch, her bra hanging from his finger as he smirked at her knowingly. "You girls did a lot of talking I see." He teased lightly with a single eyebrow quirked as he swung the bra on his fingertip. Elsa yelped behind Anna and rushed back into the room she had just emerged from. "Nice ass, Els!"
"Not now Kristoff." Anna growled as she snatched her bra back from the blonde and picked up the rest of her clothing as well as Elsa's and headed back into that damned room.
Anna threw the clothing on the bed and heard the door shut forcefully behind her. Elsa was standing there, not bothering to cover up, her arms wrapped around herself, her cheeks wet with tears as she shook bodily and Anna suspected that it wasn't from the cold. "We need to talk." She stated firmly, her eyes locked on a spot on the carpet, unwavering, determined not to look up at her sister.
"I think we've proven we're not capable of that." Anna spat darkly, she wasn't meaning to lash out at Elsa, but the shame she felt was making her angry, more at herself than her sister but the blonde was in the firing line and Anna couldn't help but shoot her down.
"We haven't tried!" Elsa cried as she flung her arms out to the side, her voice quivering, she was hurting, that much was clear.
"We tried before and all we do is yell and then…"
"Yeah. I know." Elsa interrupted hurriedly as she pinched the bridge of her nose. "But you refused to talk to me, I tried to be calm, I tried to keep things civil, but you are so goddamn stubborn and childish that you refused to even give me a chance!"
"So, what? This is all my fault then is it? Huh? Is that what you're saying?" Anna yelled, not caring to keep her voice low as she threw the sheet on the floor in her anger and advanced on the blonde. "That this is my fault! That we allowed ourselves to fuck up again because of me? That I'm the one to blame for our stupid mistake!"
"Mistake?" Elsa echoed numbly, her own anger forgotten in place of Anna's adjective. "Y-you think this was a m-mistake?"
"Fuck, Elsa! Of course, it was a mistake! A stupid, stupid fucking mistake!" Anna cried ignoring the pain in Elsa's eyes, ignoring the pain in her own chest, ignoring the way her heart clenched and froze and shattered at her own words. "How can you think of it as anything else? We're sisters!" She hissed as she turned away again, walking towards the wall as she swallowed down the lump in her throat. "Sisters don't kiss like that. Sisters don't touch each other in that way. Sisters don't make each other come! Sisters don't fall…" Her last words died in her throat as those tears broke their banks and tumbled down her face.
Anna punched the wall in front of her and then crumpled to the floor, her chest felt so tight, so constricted that she could barely breathe, like someone had put her in a corset and kept tightening the laces. Her back shook with each heaving breath, she could barely hold herself up.
"Is that all you want from me?" Elsa asked meekly, her soft footsteps padding on the carpet as she drew nearer to Anna. "A sister?"
"That's all I can have." Anna answered vacantly as she stared at the join where the wall met the floor.
Elsa's footsteps stopped, and Anna felt her lower herself to the floor behind her, the heat emanating from her body warming Anna's back. "You can have me, Anna. All of me." She whispered as she stroked Anna's arm with her fingertips, the action sending pleasant tingles through the limb that then radiated throughout the rest of her body.
Anna felt her eyes slip shut as Elsa brushed her hair back from her shoulder, the touch so soft, so tender it made her want to cry again. Warm breath breezed over her back as Elsa began to place soothing butterfly kisses on her shoulder and neck. Anna felt herself giving in, leaning into the touch instead of pushing her away, a contended hum escaped her lips.
The sudden sound of knocking at the door broke her from her trance. Anna bolted up off the floor, knocking Elsa over in her haste, and immediately started cursing herself again, her lack of control, her stupidity and how easily she allowed herself to get caught up in the fantasy of what her life with Elsa would be like.
Anna raced to dress herself again, her underwear foregone in her desperation to get away. "I'm sorry. I can't." Anna murmured before opening the bedroom door, pushing past Kristoff and running from the apartment.
Anna sent her car screaming down the narrow streets on the outskirts of the city. Her stereo blasting as she screamed hysterically along with the music, her vision kept blurring from the tears streaming down her face. Driving well over the posted speed she knew she was tempting fate, especially with her compromised vision, but she didn't care, the crushing pain in her chest was making her irrational, fearless, reckless, she had to do to something to let it all out.
She knew she should slow down, stop or at least drive with both hands on the wheel, but all rational thought had flown out the window the moment she bedded her sister… again. Had she no control? No self respect or discipline? Was she so weak of mind, that she could fall so easily into a pit of sin? Anna wasn't a religious person, not by a long shot, facts and proof was what she lived by, but the facts in this case were that was she was doing with Elsa, what she felt for her sister was not just wrong, but as far as she knew, illegal.
She couldn't let it happen again, she couldn't let her guard down or let herself crumble, she needed to push past her carnal desires, no matter how good they felt at the time, she needed to build a wall around her heart again, just like she had done after Meg, it was the only way to keep herself safe, stop herself from being broken again.
It began to rain as the sun dipped below the horizon, heavy droplets of water fell from the sky, splattering on her windscreen as she sent her car screaming around a tight corner, not even bothering to look before she turned, her tyres screeching as they struggled to keep contact with the road.
She had no idea where she was going, no destination in mind, she just had a full tank of a fuel and the urge to get away, to put as much distance between her and her sister as she could. The further away they were from the other, the less they could hurt each other.
She drove blindly, she didn't know where she was anymore, the streets were unrecognisable, the area less dense than the ones in the city, here there were large properties, farms and mansions, horses and calves in paddocks. The streets were narrower and winding, dimly lit and the road surface wasn't as smooth.
The rain was pouring down now, 'raining cats and dogs' as her father would say, as if the sky above was mimicking the way she felt inside. Thunder rumbled overhead, and a flash of lightning almost blinded her, she yanked the wheel in shock and almost ran herself off the road.
Anna slammed her foot on the break, the wheels screeching as the car lurched to a halt. She put the vehicle in park and turned off the ignition. Anna sent her fists slamming against the steering wheel, a scream tearing from her throat as she thumped her head against the seat supporting her and cried.
She allowed herself to break down, her arms now hugging the wheel as she rested her head on the leather, the storm raging around her, lightning flashing every few seconds, the thunder clapping loudly, she had never felt so alone.
