Elsa fell back against her bedroom door, her hands resting between it and her lower back. She closed her eyes and slid down until she was sitting on the floor with her knees against her chest. She thought about Anna, about the scene that had just unfolded before her in the garage.
Anna was beautiful. She had long red hair that was always kept in two braids and freckles around her nose that Elsa could sit and count for days. Her eyes were an icy blue, but there was a fire inside them that shone brighter when the girl had any task thrown in front of her. Her hands looked small and delicate, but they had a strength to them that always seemed to surprise Elsa. Her legs were long and fell down to cute little feet that carried the girl wherever she wanted to go, almost allowing her to float there. And her curves, my God her curves. The way I could run my hand down her shoulder, past her waist-
Elsa's eyes shot open. What the fuck am I thinking? That's Anna. Your sister!
Elsa shoved the thought out of her head and got back into her bed, picking up the book to finish the chapter she was on. It was getting late and she had homework to do still, but just one more chapter.
A knock at her door made Elsa jump a little. She looked up and before she could answer, the door peaked open and she saw her sister's smile through the crack. "Hey sis! Watcha doin?" Anna closed the door behind her before jumping onto the bed next to Elsa and resting her head on her sister's shoulder. "You're reading Wicked again? Haven't you already read that book like ten times?" Anna asked, thinking she was exaggerating the number a little bit. Elsa chuckled and shook her head, "This is the twelfth time actually." Anna looked at her bewildered. "Twelve? Wow, props to you sis. I read it one and a half times…well more like one and three chapters times." The older girl rolled her eyes, laid her book in her lap, and looked down at her sister, immediately regretting her actions.
Elsa's stare went straight to Anna's chest. The younger girl's shirt was not only light blue, see through and a little loose, but with the way Anna was lying on Elsa, the shirt had fallen a little more than enough to show a red lacey bra, no doubt with matching panties. Shit! Stop it Elsa. Look up, look up you idiot. Elsa could feel her face getting flushed and picked her book back up and started reading again. Anna giggled under her breath and put her hand on Elsa's thigh. With her heart pounding harder, Elsa tried to focus on her book, on the words, the way it felt in her hands…the way Anna would feel in my hands…
Anna sighed loudly, which shook Elsa from her head for a few seconds. "Hey sis, can I talk to you about something?" The red head didn't really wait for a reply, continuing her thought before it got away from her. "Do you think Kristoff is…I don't know...I mean he's sweet right? For a football player. I mean he's way sweeter than all the other football players. Well Sven is sweet too. And Olaf is Olaf, but we're talking about Kristoff right now-"
"Anna calm down." Elsa said with a smile. She loved when the younger girl tried to wrestle all her thoughts into one semi-coherent sentence. "Sure, he's sweet. You could say that."
"Then why don't you like him?" Anna blurted out, not really sure if Elsa was finished with her turn to talk or not.
A quizzical look took over Elsa's face. "Why do you think I don't like him? I just said he was sweet, Anna." Geez, am I that transparent? I stay in my room the whole time. How could she have figured this out?
"Yeah, but I mean. I saw the look you gave him when you walked into the garage. It was the same look you gave…I mean…" Anna hesitated, not really wanting the memory to pop up, but it did anyways. "The same look you gave Hans when you first saw him. And we all saw how horribly that all ended. You were right about him Elsa…I was just hoping Kristoff would be different…like I could actually find the right guy. But if you don't like him I could…I mean.." She trailed off.
She wants your approval. Or rather, she wants you to tell her she did good picking this guy. You could say no. You don't like him. You think he's a giant idiot who hides behind his tight pants and douchey v necks. You could say no and have her to yourself. Anna could be yours…
"It's too early to tell Anna. You have to give him a chance. Like I said, he seems sweet, for a football player. And you have fun with him right?" Anna nodded yes. "So just relax. He's not Hans. He's Kristoff. His best friend is Sven. And tag-along-Olaf's worst characteristic is his bodily odors, so you guys put up with him too." Anna giggled and snuggled into Elsa's neck, putting her arm around the blonde's waist.
That was the right thing to do…the right thing to say…she's happy again.
Elsa put her arm around Anna and laid her head back against the bed board. A frown started to creep onto the older girl's face and a tear started to form in the corner of her eye. She brushed it away quickly and kissed the top of her sister's head.
"Thank you Elsa. That's just what I needed to hear….I love you." The younger girl squeezed a little tighter.
"Love you too." squeaked the blonde. Elsa sighed in relief, the redhead obviously not hearing the way the words barely fell off her tongue.
Elsa woke the next morning, practically suffocating from the sea of red hair that had fallen into her face. She leaned up on her elbow, quietly studying the figure in front of her. Anna was fast asleep with her back turned to Elsa. All of the blankets had been taken hostage by the young girl, and most of the pillow too. Desperately trying to keep her hands to herself, Elsa laid back down putting her hands in her sweat pockets. These things are so convenient. Why don't they make girl's sweats with pockets? Fuck that, I'm buying guy's sweats from now on. A snore came from the other side of the bed, and then Anna rolled over, her face resting on Elsa's chest and her hand uncomfortably close to the button that kept the hole closed on guy's sweats. Fuck. Who makes a hole right in the middle of a good pair of sweats. Oh yeah…Elsa's heart began to beat faster.
Elsa tried to move her hands out of her pockets, but as soon as she did the younger girl's eyes started to open. As soon as it had happened, it was over. The redhead moved her hand up to wipe the little bit of drool that had formed at her lips. "Morning sis." She smiled at the blonde, who was now wide awake. "How'd you sleep? I slept great. Your bed is way comfier than mine. I might have to sleep in here more often." Anna smirked at her older sister.
"Heh, yeah. I slept good. Besides the fact that I almost suffocated from this lion's mane." Elsa joked. "How do you tame it enough to look so perfect every day?"
"Psshh. You don't need my secret. Your hair stays stick straight 24/7." Anna got up out of the bed. She stretched and Elsa could see the toned stomach that Anna was always working on at the gym. Her eyes widened. Stay calm Elsa, just breath. "Well, I gotta get ready to go meet Kristoff. He owes me a new amp speaker. We have to get it fixed before the Battle of the Bands in a few months. Otherwise we're screwed. Thanks for the advice last night. Don't spend too much of your day locked up in here sis." The red head smiled at the blonde and before exiting the room, she bent down and gave Elsa a peck on her cheek.
Before she could stop herself, Elsa was staring at her sister's figure, the curve of her hips as she bounced down the hall.
Not a bad view…not a bad view at all.
