It'd started innocently enough. It'd started completely innocently, in fact. They were sisters, Elsa was the eldest and she had those crazy cool powers and Anna was always so fascinated and Elsa, for the life of her, couldn't help the way she felt so damned proud every time that Anna's eyes would go so wide and her whole face would just light up with joy and wonder and… Elsa was shy, by nature, but Anna just brought out a completely new side of herself that she could have never known existed if her parents hadn't had her. She loved Anna, immensely. With every ounce of her being, the gravity of her affections weighed on her soul and she could never have loved carrying something so much more than she did those intense feelings. She just wanted to make Anna happy, keep her from harm and just… she just wanted to hear that little giggle of hers every day; she wanted to see the way Anna's eyes shone whenever she would smile at her.
They shared the same room, and they'd spend too many nights in a row staying up well past their bedtime, playing by the light of the sky. Which was the very reason they'd be awake because, as Anna liked to tell her every eve that they'd be staying up, "The sky's awake, so I'm awake, so we have to play." Elsa would always pretend she was dead asleep, but she'd grown accustomed to waking up periodically, and if light was spilling across the floor and at the foot of her bed, she would always close her eyes and wait until she heard the rustle of bed fabrics. Followed by the soft padding of bare feet over carpet. And then that hissing whisper of her name before Anna would crawl into her bed. She could never be utterly certain how she always managed to operate on such little sleep as they both got, but she, they, did. And it was odd to her in a way how after they'd been separated… she could hardly ever sleep.
She had more time to rest, more hours to close her eyes and succumb to the whims of her dreamland, but… she wouldn't. She'd lie alone. In her cold bed. In her freezing room. Feeling not quite the chill of the low temperature of the air that always surrounded her, but instead the icy cold of loneliness creeping into her heart. Settling in her soul. There was a new weight that pressed down on her, a weight greater than that love she shared for her dearest sister; a weight she did not enjoy shouldering, could hardly stand to put up with but for those times when she'd catch glimpses of Anna's hair. The strand.
A sickness would curl inside of her, festering and rotting. It burned like fire in her veins, it was something she came to know well, something that made her weak with disgust. Self-loathing. She'd lasted not a month when one of those nights, one of those night where she lay in bed and stare at the ceiling, air puffing out in clouds of vapor that would disappear into the air above her face, one of those rare nights happened. A few times before, Anna would venture to her door, knocking softly yet urgently, whispering through the keyhole, "Elsa! The sky's awake…!" And she would step from her bed to move closer to the door, press her ear to it and listen to the muffled sound of her sister's excited breaths as she predicted that this time, this time would be different; this time Elsa would remember what that meant, not just to her but to their whole dynamic, this sisterly relationship. It was time for their nightly playtime. Those sneaky instances they'd always treasured so.
But this time never came… Until that one night. That one night when it was different. That one night when complete darkness overcame the room. As if the sky protested this night, it refused to light up with color; but still a knock came and still she rose obediently from bed and stepped over to the cool, painted wood. But this time, this time panned out differently from all the others, instead of the excited whispering, that almost-panting of a completely wound-up and too-exhilarated Anna, she heard… silence. Well, almost. There was a sniffle, just one, but it was enough to be a veritable sledge hammer to the chest for the blonde princess. That one little, tiny, insignificant sniffle was enough for her mind to flood with images of Anna in tears, and she could only assume… she could really only come to the conclusion that it was her fault.
Because really, who else could be to blame for this? Who else had done anything in the last months to hurt Anna except for her? She was the worst sister ever. Literally, she was a horrible creature and she deserved to die in a fire. A fire she couldn't freeze, couldn't escape from. It would still probably manage to feel better than that one little sniffle made her feel. And then Anna, in that sweet, bird-song voice of hers, began to speak through the door.
"E-Elsa…? I umm… I'm sorry to bother you but…" Another sniffle, slightly louder, and then a muffled sob, as if she'd buried her face in her hands or… or something like that, Elsa didn't know, wouldn't let her mind imagine because then those conjured images would be branded into the back of her lids and she would only hate herself more. And the temperature was already dropping significantly. She didn't need frost to creep past the threshold of the door. "Ihadanightmare. A-and I don't know wh-who to go to, 'cause m-mama and papa are sleeping and-…"
Silence once more. Elsa held her breath, ear pressed tightly to the door, hoping she might hear something else. Still, silent, cold. She swallowed, hands shaking as they reached for the knob, when the whispers started up, even softer. She pressed her ear tighter to the door.
"I couldn't catch you. N-no matter how fast I ran y-you just…" She was crying harder. The doorknob was frozen solid. "I-I'm s-s-sorry, fo-for whatever I di-did that m-m-made you so angry with me!" The door swung open, and the young red-head was suddenly wrapped in the cool, comforting touch of her elder sister's arms. Her crying stuttered to a stop, shock gripping her and it was a few long minutes before she could make out the fact that she was shaking because her sister was the one crying now. Holding her and crying. Was this even real? "Elsa?" she dared to whisper quietly, tears beginning to sting back at her eyes once more. This was real, wasn't it?
"I'm so sorry Anna," Elsa whispered, over and over again. She was shaking, rocking them back and forth, tears soaking into the soft cloth of Anna's nightgown. "I'm so sorry."
"Elsa?" Anna hissed lowly. No response. Glancing around nervously, she hesitated before she raised her hand, fingers curled into a fist, and rapped on the door with her knuckles. Five times, the routine pattern of knocks. Even before the last knock could finish, the door swung open and Anna almost managed to knock Elsa in the nose. The blonde was smiling though, widely, happily. As if she couldn't care less that Anna had very nearly injured her. And honestly… she really wouldn't have. Ever since they'd started to secretly visit each other in the night, she could suddenly sleep again so that she was refreshed and ready for her lessons every day; her control over her powers had skyrocketed, right through the roof, to the point where she was starting to take her gloves off at times.
She still kept in mind that mantra her father had started, don't feel, conceal – so she was trying to not feel guilty about concealing from him, and from their mother and teachers and servants, the fact that she and Anna had been sneaking around at night for months. But… but she simply couldn't help it. She had been going insane otherwise and seeing Anna, at least even a little bit, made having to deny her still-daily visits that much easier. She'd tried to explain to Anna that they just couldn't see each other outside of the secret nighttime sneakery, and although Anna still didn't understand she was at least willing to keep visiting her most nights of the week. Other nights, those nights Anna wasn't so willing to visit, those were the nights that Elsa would sneak out to see her.
Sometimes they wouldn't even really do anything; they wouldn't play or talk, they'd just lay in bed with each other, sharing warmth and company, happy just to be near the other. But every night they had to return to their separate rooms, to their separate beds and that was probably the worst part of the night. At least for Elsa it was. Having her sister there, that smile and those bright eyes and just her, it was so amazing. She felt the best, the happiest in those moments and every night she had to end them and…
"Elsa?" Anna whispered again, and the blonde snapped to attention, reaching forward and grabbing Anna's hand, yanking her into the room. Anna yelped as loudly as she dared, giggling lowly when Elsa shut the door behind them and shushed her. She returned the gesture and soon the both of them were giggling and laughing at the other. When it stopped, Elsa found herself just… just smiling. Stupidly, dopily, and utter happily smiling at her little sister. Without pausing to think about or question the urge, she leaned forward and pulled Anna into a hug, sighing into the fragrant strands of fiery-red hair.
"I love you, Anna," she whispered softly. She didn't say it, not nearly often enough and she recognized that, because Anna would tell her those same words most nights. And she would usually just content the girl with a soft smile and a nod in return because… because some part of her was afraid to say it at times. She wasn't sure why, but she choked on the words when she was staring at Anna just before they would separate until the next eve. They words throttled her throat, would not allow her to make a single sound. And then other times… other times it just came so easily to her. She could just say it and it was as easy as breathing, as making snow and ice cover her room in the chill of winter's heart.
Anna remained quiet for a moment, savoring the words and the embrace of the elder girl, slowly wrapping her arms around the blonde in return. She smiled against the bit of cloth her face was pressed into, widely.
"I love you too, Elsa," she called back, louder than Elsa would ever dare. She did wish that Elsa might tell her that in return more often than she did but… at the same time, the fact that Elsa treasured the words so – enough that she would only just utter them every once in a while and only ever to her – made it more special. It meant something more than when anyone else, even her PARENTS, said it. Drawing back, she broke the intimacy of the moment when she grinned widely and giggled. "So what's the plan for the night?" That seemed to distract Elsa from the previous seriousness they'd shared and she hesitated, before a small smile quirked at her lips.
"How about… a walk in the gardens?" Anna gasped, mouth dropping open in shock before the idea of it sunk into her brain. This would be their first time spending time together outside the privacy of either of their chambers… The thrill of it, the thought perhaps they might even get caught, made it all the more exciting and she just hardly hesitated before nodding vigorously. Giggling, the both of them still felt the need to shush each other as they exited the room and started creeping through the halls, peeking around dark corners and trying to hold in the urge to run for the nearest door that would take them outside. Elsa wanted this night to last as long as possible; she wanted every night to last as long as possible but that was beside the point.
"Slow DOWN!" Anna hissed, though she was smiling and Elsa didn't need to look back to know that she was. Giggling lowly once more, she tossed her own smile over her shoulder, assuring the red-head,
"We're almost there," Anna sighed, pouting at the girl but she nodded anyway. Elsa paused at the last corner, casting her gaze every which way before she darted to the doors that lead into one of their larger ballrooms; there were doors on the far end of the ballroom that lead directly into the gardens. The guards didn't usually come to this particular spot, so Elsa had been investigating for a few weeks – at least, not for another few hours or so, so she knew that they would have plenty of time to play hide-and-seek, or-or pretend. Anna liked to make up stories for them, she had an imagination like that. Lately, she'd gotten partial to some damsel-in-distress game. Anna would be the damsel, and Elsa would always have to be the brave prince that swooped in and saved her from almost certain peril.
Elsa wanted to make the setting appropriate, so she explained to Anna as they reached the doors and Elsa reached up, unlocking one as quietly as she possibly could and pushing the door open. She stuck her head out, glancing around just to make certain that absolutely no one was out here – though, for the life of her she could not imagine why anyone would be – before she turned back to Anna with a silly grin and motioned for her to cross the threshold into their new playground. Anna did, and for the first time in months (nearly half a year, she'd be willing to bet) she got to breath in the scent of the crisp, fresh air of the gardens with her sister by her side.
"I missed this," She didn't bother whispering now, feeling safer outside of those dark, echoing halls. Those lonely, long halls that seemed to scream silence in her face, and at times she would swear they went on forever. A maze, a labyrinth that she was cursed to walk always alone in the light of day. She turned a solemn look on her elder sister, continued, "I miss us." Elsa offered what she thought might be a smile. It was a frown. It was full of apologies that would never be enough.
"I know, Anna," she sighed after a moment, in which Anna just stared impassively back at her. "I miss us too."
"Maybe one day…" Anna didn't finish the thought, and in the next moment she began going in to a detailed description of the night's new tale of adventure. Elsa was the prince this time too.
It had all started out innocently enough. As those sorts of things always do. Nights stolen, fun had by the light of the moon and the colors dancing over the wide expanse of the evening-darkened sky. They played games. Pretend, hide-and-seek. They'd play together with their dolls – once more Anna would come up with a storyline and Elsa would gladly play along in whatever manner Anna wished – and sometimes they'd just lay with each other. But somehow, somewhere along the line things had started to change, blur. They started to grow up, to grow old and wise and… things just… changed. The way Anna would smile at her. The way Elsa would return that strange smile.
Hugs that lingered, kisses layered on cheeks that would creep ever nearer to the other's lips, stares that would last long minutes. Blushing, Elsa would stutter an excuse for why she was staring and Anna would always lean over with a giggle and give her one of those kisses. One of those kisses that was at the corner of her mouth. Elsa would get brave at times, bold; she'd pull Anna into her room, during the day, no less. Anna would giggle and smile shyly up at her. Elsa would be grinning mischievously, but still managing to look just as shy as Anna.
"Hi." She'd whisper, and Anna would say the same. They'd both laugh and steal a few minutes of the other's time before, with one head poking out of the door to make sure no one had witnessed and no one was coming, Elsa would usher Anna out. A kiss on her cheek as one last goodbye and the door would shut for the day. Until night would creep back in. And then she'd burst out of her room and run as quickly and loudly as she dared to Anna's door, hardly bothering to knock before she entered the brightly colored room. Anna would always be awake, always be wearing a wide, excited smile. And the same exchange of shy smiles and shyer greetings would follow. Blushes that made no sense, but that neither seemed to be able to help.
Elsa couldn't tell when it had started happening, just that one day it was… it was just there. There was just one day, one day when Anna was twelve and she was fifteen when she realized, quite suddenly, that she was feeling something. Something beyond what she logically should. And she wasn't entirely sure what had taken her so long to come to that realization, because it was blaringly obvious. When the realization struck her, she'd laughed out loud. She'd doubled over, clutching at her abdomen and she just… she laughed. She laughed until she cried, and then, then she cried terribly. Sobbing into the circle of her arms. She'd collapsed on her bed, and she'd broken down into a heap of self-loathing. When Anna had come that night, knocking on her door and curiously, softly calling out to the older blonde… Elsa hadn't answered.
More frantically but no less quietly the knocks had sounded out, the soft cry of her name slightly panicked when the doorknob rattled, only for Anna to find that it was locked. Her sister, the one she'd been secretly getting closer and closer and ever closer to every night and some days, was suddenly… was suddenly shutting her out. Like she promised she never would again because of how much it had hurt them just those first few days – months – of the isolation. She had taken to pounding on the door, loudly, until Elsa had opened it with frantic eyes and pulled her in.
"What do you want!" Elsa hissed, anger shining in her brilliant blue eyes. The same anger was reflected in Anna's eyes, and without warning she rushed forward, thrusting her palms harshly into Elsa's shoulders and shoving her back.
"WHAT THE HELL!" She was just barely not yelling. If she dared take her voice one notch louder she would have been, but she didn't care for that, didn't bother to use discretion because… how dare Elsa try and shut her out! They were sisters; and it's not as though Anna didn't know about it already! Elsa had an excellent control over herself by this point, yes, but that in no way meant that she suddenly could hide everything from Anna. She'd found out about the magic just a year after her memory had been erased by the troll Elsa told her was named Grand Pabbie. She found out, through sobs from Elsa, that she had accidentally injured her with the magic and she… she hadn't cared. It was an accident, nothing more nothing less. She wouldn't stop loving and cherishing her sister all because of one little mishap.
But this? To just try and leave her high and dry with no explanation? That utterly infuriated her. Elsa looked almost frightened by the rare display of rage present on her sister's face – but she was more frightened by how the look aroused her so. And she was disgusted. What kind of sick, depraved CREATURE craved for the flesh of their younger SISTER, for gods sake!? She tried to turn away, turn her back on her sister and cast her anger and worries aside.
"Go away, Anna. I do not wish to speak with you right now-"
"Well that's just too damn bad," Anna hissed, snarling at the look of shock that took over Elsa's face as the blonde whirled around to face her. "Because I wish to speak with you and there is not a SINGLE thing you can do to stop me!"
"I could freeze you! See if you'd do much talking then!" Anna laughed harshly, shaking her head.
"Like you could ever lift a frosted finger my way," Suddenly, her expression failed, anger falling away to leave a bare sorrow that tore at Elsa's heart. "What the hell, Elsa? Trying to shut me out?! That-that isn't… what'd I do?" She sounded so small, so absolutely hurt that Elsa couldn't help the sudden protective instinct that sent her rushing forward, arms automatically wrapping around the smaller girl while she began to shake with repressed tears.
"N-no, Anna I didn't-…! It's just that I'm… I-" She finally gave up on trying to come up with an excuse, letting out a shaky sigh. "I'm sorry. But this is something I really can't explain." Anna pulled herself out of Elsa's hold, anger rearing its ugly head once more as she focused another glare on the older girl.
"And why not?" Elsa's pained expression was enough to give her pause, and to send her fears kicking in to overdrive. What had possibly happened within the course of twenty-four hours that Elsa was acting like THIS? "Elsa… really, what's wrong?" she was speaking in a decidedly softer tone, reached out for the blonde's hand. Elsa allowed the contact, breathing out a soft sigh as she seriously considered telling her sister what was bothering her. Right, because telling her baby sister that she was just… IN LOVE WITH HER, was such a good idea! Frowning, she shook her head and drew her hand away from Anna's, holding it to her chest.
"Anna, I really think you should just leave." Her tone was some parts dead and some parts pleading, neither of which Anna paid attention to. Determination hardened her gaze, her resolve steeling as she resolutely shook her head, crossing her arms defiantly over her chest.
"No! I refuse! Not until you tell me what's going on!"
"Anna!" She sounded desperate, and Anna hesitated to push her. But still, she swallowed and held her head high, waiting for Elsa to say something else. "What are we doing?" The question caught her off guard. What were they doing…? What were they DOING? Well wasn't that obvious? Certainly, they weren't doing anything. Seeing the look in Anna's eyes, Elsa laughed – in a tone quite uncharacteristic of her; it was bitter and harsh. Anna flinched at the sound, wincing. "Don't pretend you don't… you don't see it."
"I don't know what you're talking about," Anna, stubborn as always, insisted. Elsa let out an exasperated sigh and gestured wildly between them.
"THIS! What's between us!" Flushing, Anna shook her head rapidly, denying her sister's words.
"We're sisters, Elsa! What more is there between us?" She sounded… genuinely curious, even confused. Somewhat anxious, as if she knew the answer but couldn't force herself to say it, but still somehow uncertain of herself, of what she knew to be true. Elsa let out another laugh, this one less harsh but no less bitter, and shook her head. And then it was silent. The silence weighed heavily upon them, choking off any words that might have been shared. With a soft sigh and a shake of her head, Elsa looked back to her sister and offered a sad, accepting smile.
"Yeah, guess that's all we are, huh?" The shame and guilt that burned in Anna's heart was without cause, so she theorized. That night she put those worries to rest and ignored the small voice in her head screaming at her; you're an idiot, a fool!
When Anna was fourteen and Elsa was seventeen, everything changed. Two years of getting that same odd smile from Elsa every time they greeted each other, two years of decreased visits and a strangely tense, charged atmosphere between them had an uncanny ability to change things. She'd grown into her own, her body and her hormones and urges and it only took two years for her to come to the conclusion that… well, Elsa had been right. But then again, Elsa was ALWAYS right. She was smart, and beautiful, and talented that way…
Anna could see it now, though. That… that something between them. That monster of a thing she had sensed being there since… well, since the beginning of it all. It wasn't anything new, she just thought it was new because she'd never bothered to address or acknowledge it before. But after two years of repression her world exploded after one teeny, tiny little instance. It was so insignificant that, had she actually put an effort into forgetting about it or convincing herself that it hadn't actually been real, she probably would have forgotten about it. It would have slipped away never to bother her again – not really, but she liked to think as such. But, being one stubborn ass of a person, she couldn't just… just let it GO! That wasn't who she was, how she operated. Sometimes she wished she was, and it was, but…
A dream.
Her whole world had been flipped on its axis by a little dream. Though, to be fair, her dream hadn't been some normal sort of thing. It had been a dream about Elsa… or, well… her and Elsa. Together. Like, together together. She'd been naked and absolutely throbbing with need – and yes, she'd reached the age of exploration, that time when she'd discovered that magical patch of flesh that resided between and at the apex of her thighs – and everything had been a blur. But someone (and she still flushed recalling the memories of the dream) had… well, they'd been… between her thighs. Strong hands holding her legs open and apart, mouth pressed against her most intimate of places as a tongue had… Well, to make a long story short, when she'd cum with a cry, turning into a panting, moaning, shuddering mess of ecstasy, the body that had slid up the length of hers had been lithe and decidedly feminine. The face that had hovered of hers, chin wet with the evidence of her pleasure, had been Elsa's.
And when she'd woken up, she tried to feel disgusted. Because she'd woken up just as Elsa had grinned this predatory grin and swooped down to tangle their tongues together – oh god, but to have experienced THAT and just as a dream… she would have given ANYTHING! And that thought should have disgusted her, too. But she just… she'd woken up, in a sweat, feeling sticky and wholly uncomfortable but… intrigued. Exhilarated. Not disgusted, not filled with hatred for herself and for her damned, dirty mind. No, she'd been so aroused that she'd… that she'd reached underneath her bedcovers, hiked up the hem of her nightgown and she'd gone ahead to pleasure herself to the memory. And she'd liked it. Nay, she'd LOVED it. She twisted and turned for nights on end after that, abandoning even their usual bi-weekly eve meeting so she could ponder upon her own feelings, try to ignore them since she couldn't very well stop herself from enjoying them.
She knew she should have been revolted by the idea of it. Elsa was her sister! But… but she couldn't bring herself to. It just, the idea of it felt so… natural. It was as easy as breathing, this thought of loving Elsa… like that. And one night, the third night within two weeks that she'd received a knock on her door, she finally answered Elsa's soft call for her. She'd opened the door to her room and Elsa had been standing on the other side, eyes wide and expression slightly shocked. Anna had smiled at her, gingerly, shyly, and told her she could come in. She'd ushered Elsa over to the bed and they'd sat on it, beside each other but… they didn't speak. Not at first. Elsa didn't know what to say, and Anna was rightly at a loss for words. How did one go about admitting they were in LOVE with their sister?
Anna decided, after five minutes of awkward, uncomfortable silence, that one did so directly.
"I love you, Elsa," She'd turned to face her sister, and had spoken with as much conviction as she possibly could. Elsa blinked, staring at her and wondering if she'd… if she'd meant that the way her eyes were saying she did. And then, with a slightly mischievous smile, the red-head had leaned closer. Elsa leaned back in response, eyes widening in alarm until the bed was beneath her and Anna was on top of her and she had nowhere else to go. "Like this."
They'd shared their first kiss then. And though Elsa had been too shocked to kiss her back at first, she caught on when Anna had started to draw back, uncertain and slightly afraid that she'd misunderstood Elsa after all these years. Elsa's hand had shot out, cupping the back of her neck and pulling her back in just as Elsa rolled them so she was hovering over Anna now as she forced her way into Anna's mouth. When moans had filled the bedchamber, echoing off the walls and hotly back into Anna's ears, when they'd thoroughly run out of air and Anna was starting to lose her mind and inhibitions, Elsa had drawn back, wearing the largest smile Anna had ever seen.
"Geez, you're slow!" Elsa teased, and somehow the absurdity of it caught up with them – this whole situation, how wrong it was and how right it felt and how hard they'd struggled with it – and they began to shake with laughter. The laughter ended in the soft press of lips, and when air became a pressing need that, too, ended.
"I'm sorry I made you wait so long," Their eyes were closed, breaths mingling as they each tried to catch theirs while Elsa relaxed on top of her, forehead pressed against Anna's. Elsa smiled, chuckling lowly as she slid off of the red-head and settled against her side. One arm was wrapped tightly – possessively – around the girl's waist and she'd laid her head down over her pounding heart.
"Don't be. I would have felt horrible making out with a twelve-year-old!" Anna laughed, running her fingers through Elsa's hair, enjoying the soft hum of content Elsa let out. It was almost a purr, and she smiled harder imagining two fluffy, almost-white cat ears poking up out of Elsa's impressive mane. "What's so funny, hmm?" Elsa pushed herself up, leaning over Anna once more and smirking. Anna smiled back – she hoped it was as seductive as she was attempting to make it – and reached up, stroking Elsa's cheek.
"Oh, just thinking about how you're like an overgrown cat," As she spoke her hand drifted up, pushing through Elsa's hair once more, blunt nails scratching at her scalp. Elsa leaned into the touch, that same hum/almost-purr issuing from her throat. After a few moments Elsa swooped down, smiling into the kisses she pressed against Anna's mouth. When she drew back, just a few inches, a rather catty grin was curling at her lips.
"I guess that would explain why I always preferred-" She leaned closer, the grin stretching wider. "-pussy."
"Elsa!" Anna gasped, taken aback by the vulgarity of the utterance – and WOW, so much better than her fantasies! Closing what little distance remained between them once more, Elsa dared to take it deeper than she had before. Gods ABOVE, but Anna tasted sweeter than any morsel of chocolate she'd ever savored. She tasted better than every bit of chocolate she'd ever savored, combined. "Mmmm, Elsa w-wait!" Anna pushed at her shoulders until the blonde back off with a low whine. The red-head was panting, cheeks flushed and eyes darkened. Elsa felt uncharacteristically hot at the sight. "I need… air. For breathing… and the like."
"Right, of course," Elsa allowed herself a low chuckle as she bent and left a quick kiss on the corner of Anna's mouth. And then one on her cheek. Her jaw. The underside of her jaw. "Take your time."
"You're insatiable!" Anna laughed, breathlessly; Elsa hummed her approval and nipped at the flesh beneath her lips, smirking to herself when Anna's hips bucked up into hers. "And so bad. Where has this Elsa been hiding?"
"Mmm, behind socially acceptable displays of appropriately sisterly behaviors," Elsa sat up, straddling Anna's hips and gesturing grandly about them as she continued. "And beneath my calm, cool, collected ice queen exterior!" When Anna glanced about the room, she took in the sight of random patterns of frost creeping up the walls, snow covering everything but for them, the bed. Giggling, Anna turned her eyes back to meet Elsa's and shook her head.
"I wouldn't go so far as to call you an ice queen…" Brow cocked and smile quirking at her lips, Elsa leaned back over the girl.
"Oh?" Anna shook her head, biting at her bottom lip to hold back a smile. It had the added effect of distracting those intense eyes.
"No. Ice is unyielding, unrelenting. It's harsh and potentially dangerous. An icy calm is a calm to be feared. This is not you; your calm is more like a gentle snowfall. It blankets everything in your cool aura, encourages an atmosphere of peace," As she'd spoken, Elsa had rolled them once more, but just enough so that they were lying on their sides facing each other. She was grinning all through the explanation, and now began to chuckle.
"So I'm… what? A snow queen?" Once more, Anna shook her head. "Then what?"
"You're my snow queen," Elsa snorted at the response, rolling her eyes but smiling goofily.
"Right, how could I be so dense?" Anna sniffed haughtily, tilting her head back so she could look down her nose at the blonde.
"Indeed." She managed to hold the expression for another five seconds before she could no longer ignore the twitching of her lips and finally allowed herself to grin and lapse into a fit of giggles with Elsa.
"So if I'm your snow queen," Anna grinned widely, loving the way that sounded. Elsa was hers, and hers alone. "What does that make you to me?" Anna barely paused to think on that before her grin broadened, encompassing nearly the whole of her face.
"Your snowflake!"
"And how's that?" Elsa smirked. "Because you melt under the heat of my love?"
"Well, there's that…" Anna trailed off, grin morphing into a smirk as she moved closer to Elsa. She pushed at the blonde's shoulder until she was lying on her back, and then proceeded to straddle her hips as Elsa had seen fit to do to her just before. "But I was thinking more along the lines of… you've got complete control over me."
"Well," Elsa was certain she'd never grinned quite so widely. "I rather like the sound of that."
"Two weeks hasn't been enough!" Elsa whined, huffing and puffing and pouting as she crossed her arms over her naked chest. She was sitting up in the bed, back against the headboard and sheets pooled around her waist. Anna was splayed out beside her, face pressed into a pillow, the sheets not quite reaching her shoulder blades. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing slowly and evenly, but she wasn't asleep. She was just… content. So content that she could just lay there and bask in the afterglow of Elsa's – for now – sated appetite for sex. Anna could only guess that having repressed her sexual urges for however long she'd been unknowingly catching the blonde's eye, this was her body's way of making up for it. Or something like that; geez, but Elsa was a beast, a machine! "I want another week."
"That's unfortunate," Anna mumbled, earning a petulant glare from the still-pouting blonde. A glare which she did not see, eyes still shut. She rolled over slowly, stretching her arms above her head and blinking her eyes open as she sat up, running a hand through her hair as she offered up a placating smile to the woman currently too distracted with her bare breasts to look her in the eye. Leaning over, she extended an arm, using just a finger underneath Elsa's chin to bring her blues back up to Anna's eyes. "Because they're coming back tomorrow, regardless of your wants."
"I want you," Elsa growled, lunging forward and crashing her lips into Anna's and forcing the girl back onto her back. Anna returned the kiss, but with less vigor than Elsa would have liked. "Come ooon!" the blonde whined as she pulled back, cupping Anna's face. "Let's go again!" Anna only shook her head, laughing softly as she pressed a firm hand to Elsa's sternum and pushed her back. She sat up, gathering the sheets as best she could up to her chest.
"Elsa, I'm sore, exhausted, I could really go for a bath-"
"But then you won't smell like me!" Anna paused, staring at her sister for a few long moments before she grinned and started laughing.
"We can bathe together, but that's hardly the point." Elsa fell back on the pout, glaring at a point over Anna's shoulder.
"Then what is the point?"
"The point is that, as much as I enjoy having you for breakfast, lunch and dinner, I could go for some actual food, and maybe sunlight, clothing and contact with other humans," Elsa let out a long, suffering sigh. It lasted until she ran out of breath, and once that'd happened she took in a lungful of air and started on round two of the displeased noise. Anna only smiled and rolled out of bed, leaving the sheets behind and striding over to her bathroom. Elsa, despite herself and her mood, couldn't help the way her eyes wouldn't pull away from the enticing sight of Anna's bare bottom. "Are you coming?" Anna paused just in the doorway, throwing a smirk over her shoulder.
"Yeah, yeah," Elsa grumbled lowly. She was smiling, however, as she stood from the bed, almost tripping on the sheets that'd started to twist around her waist and legs. Kicking at and cursing them, she stumbled over to an amused Anna, delivering a swift smack to one cheek as she passed. "Oh, hush you."
Fighting off further advances from Elsa proved to be difficult, but in the time it took for them to bathe and – eventually – dress, Anna managed to refuse every single one. Elsa had put up her own fight. Mostly whining and a bit of trying to use the natural charm of her body, but Anna's state of being completely and perfectly content (and also very sore) won out in the end. Elsa promised to give her the rest of the day to recuperate. They could eat and walk in the gardens, build a snowman for all she cared, but she'd made Anna promise her this last night. Just this one last time to fall asleep with Anna in her arms.
"I don't know how I'll possibly manage to sleep after this," Anna sighed as they walked through the halls towards the kitchens. Fully clothed. Which felt something of an accomplishment after this past fortnight. "Having to go back to my cold, lonely bed…"
"I'm sure my colder bed isn't very much better," Elsa laughed. Their clasped hands swung between them as they walked, and she brought them up to her mouth to press a kiss against the back of Anna's hand. She could still recall the look on her father's face when, one day three months back, he'd stumbled across them walking hand-in-hand through the halls. Priceless.
"Yeah, but I won't have you in my bed-"
"Oh?" Elsa was smirking, one brow cocked skeptically. Anna's cheeks flushed and she shot a quick, playful glare Elsa's way.
"To spend the night," she finished, bumping her shoulder into Elsa's. Elsa laughed again, apologizing – though they both knew she didn't really mean it – and letting silence descend upon them. It was comfortable, and she allowed herself to think for a moment that maybe Anna had been right. Getting out of that room for a bit was kind-of nice. "Do you remember when dad caught us holding hands?" Anna held up their hands, smiling. Elsa burst into a set of giggles, nodding.
"I was just thinking about that!" Anna giggled along with her, pulling her hand out of Elsa's grip and taking a few swift steps in front of her. Elsa stopped, watching the display as Anna puffed up her chest and began speaking in the deepest voice she could muster.
"W-w-what is GOING on here!" She screwed her face up, holding her breath for a few moments so her cheeks would turn red, spluttering out a laugh when Elsa started veritably cackling. Not that laugh where she would hold a hand to her mouth as if to hide her happiness, the 'princess laugh'; one of those full-bellied laughs that had tears springing up in the corner of the blonde's eyes. The laughs that would allow only around Anna.
"I-I thought… h-he was going… to have a heart attack!" Elsa choked out as she straightened up, wiping at her eyes.
"Oh I know, and when I told him I'd help you overcome your fear of dirt-"
"And I had to explain to him that was the, ahem, real reason why I'd taken to wearing the gloves in the first place," Elsa snorted, moving forward and holding her hand out for Anna to take while she rolled her eyes.
"Could he have been more obvious? Honestly, if I hadn't already known about your powers that certainly would have helped clue me in," Anna squeezed Elsa's hand and smiled over at her. "But at least that gave us a reason to see each other during the day without suspicion."
"Yeah, for you maybe! I got a stern talking-to every day for the next week, in case you forgot," Anna smiled at her and shook her head, leaning over to kiss her cheek.
"I hadn't forgotten, actually, I was just waiting for you to remind me," Elsa chuckled, untangling their fingers once more so she could pinch Anna's cheek.
"Cheeky smart-ass," she grumbled good-naturedly. Anna giggled and swatted the hand away, winking at the blonde as she skipped slightly ahead. She turned to face Elsa and began walking backwards – and Elsa would be lying if she said that some part of her didn't wish that Anna might trip. That would show her.
"You must be rubbing off on me."
"Considering all the rubbing off on you I've been doing for the past year, you'd think it would have started earlier," Elsa said in a manner that could almost have been speculative. But she was smirking, and Anna blushed lightly in response.
"Considering all the times you've reminded me just how often, and how hard, you've made me cum in the past year, you'd think you would have gotten tired of it by now," she quipped. Elsa's smirk grew as she stepped closer, grabbing Anna's arm and pulling her to a stop.
"I never will. Every time I say it, it reminds me that you're mine. That I'm yours, and that is something I can never tire of," Anna's blush darkened. She pursed her lips and looked away, glancing around the hall and rocking on her heels for a moment, before she quickly leaned forward to leave a kiss on Elsa's smirking lips.
"You're just lucky that you're charming," Elsa shook her head, the smirk dwindling into a no-less dazzling smile.
"I'm luckiest that I have you." Anna's cheeks were radiating heat, a blistering red shade that Elsa found to be rather charming. Before she could tell her so, however, their came the sound of frantic yelling. "Is that… Kai?"
"PRINCESS ANNA! PRINCESS ELSA, URGENT NEWS!" It was echoing up and down the halls, sounding louder, and then softer, hollow and whole.
"Kai!? We're over here!" Anna raised her voice, calling back to the man they could hear running through the grand halls. "Wherever here is, of course…" The portly man came charging around the corner in the next second, red-faced and panting heavily. He stumbled up to the two of them, Anna taking a nervous step back, fearing that the man might just fall flat on his face from exhaustion. She was worried, not just for him, but also for the fact that Kai – the only one she would ever compare to being as calm and cool as Elsa always was – had been so harried by whatever news he had for them that he'd actually run throughout the castle (which was not a small place by any means) looking for them…
"What's going on?" Elsa's voice sounded colder than the hand that wrapped comfortingly around Anna's. The younger princess glanced to her sister, tense with apprehension.
"P-princess Anna, Princess Elsa, I…" Anna swallowed thickly and turned to face him. Why did her heart pound so? She couldn't tell if his eyes were wet merely from the exertion – one's eyes could water because of that, right? – or… Elsa glanced down at the hand she was gripping, brows furrowing when she noticed how it was shaking. She had to resist the urge to pull Anna into an embrace. Later, once Kai was gone. "I regret to… to inform you that… th-th-that…" His lips were trembling even more than Anna's hands were, and tears were freely slipping down his cheeks.
"Kai…?" Elsa let go of Anna's hand and stepped closer to the man, hesitating only for a moment before laying a comforting hand on his shoulder. It seemed to set something off in him, however, as he suddenly collapsed to his knees, head dropping into his hands as he began to sob openly. A paper she hadn't noticed clutched in his hands had fluttered to the floor at Elsa's feet when he'd dropped. She bent, grabbing it and straightening as Anna came up by her side to read over her shoulder. She wasn't sure at what point she'd fallen to her knees. She wasn't sure at what point the paper had slipped from her limp fingers. She wasn't even sure at what point she found herself Anna's shoulder to sob on.
All she really knew at this point was that her mother and father were dead. And she… she would be Queen.
At the funeral, they stood next to each other. The day, as if sensing the mood and the unfortunate occasion, had been dark and dismal. A full on storm had never started up, only an incessant drizzle complemented by a roaring, ripping wind. But that actually hadn't been due to the nature of their hamlet, more to do with Elsa's emotional turmoil. She gripped Anna's hand tightly, and she knew that she was probably hurting the girl – she could feel her fingers frosting over, but couldn't bring herself to care. She was the one shaking now, and she was trying to hold the tears at bay but she was struggling to. There were so many people standing before her, and they were all crying so she knew not a single person would judge her for losing herself to her emotions but… She needed to stand strong. For Anna.
Many in the crowd were staring at them. Though most were too overcome with the sense of tragedy, others still were amazed to see the princesses for the first time in… for the first time in at least a decade. And some part of Elsa wanted to give them a break, wanted to let this go... But that be DAMNED, this was a funeral, the funeral of her FUCKING parents, and they had the gall, the audacity to just… just STARE like a bunch of brainless morons!? The wind whipped harder and those that stared turned their faces out of the wind. In the time that gave her, Elsa let Anna's hand go and instead pulled her into a tight, one-armed hug.
It'd been a week since the news. A week since Elsa had been forced to announce to the populous of Arendelle that the King and Queen had been lost at sea. A week since the advisory council had taken over, with heavy hearts, and had felt the need to reiterate the fact that she would have to, eventually, take on the role of Queen. She hadn't cried then. And she wouldn't cry now that she was faced with all of these heavy-hearted people. She would wait. Impatiently, maybe, but she would wait and when not even Anna could cast her gaze upon her would she allow herself to grieve fully.
The funeral dragged on, however, and Elsa found herself growing weary. It was a dreadful affair and she really just wanted to crawl in bed with Anna and sleep for a month. Anna had been grieving all week and Elsa had been comforting her in the night and it was all so tiring. Anna looked just as worst for wear as she knew she did, so she figured that Anna would feel the same about the matter as she did. She was rather taken by surprise when Anna practically dragged her back to the castle as soon as the crowd had slightly cleared out.
"A-Anna, wha-"
"I want you to lose control," Anna cut in sharply as she stopped before Elsa's door, almost kicking it open in her haste to get into the bedroom.
"W-what?" Anna yanked on her arm, pulling her into the bedroom and slamming the door shut behind them. Before Elsa could blink or even begin to wonder what Anna was going on about, she was pressed up against the door, Anna's mouth pressed against hers. Anna grabbed one of her hands, placing the hand over her breasts and encouraging Elsa to squeeze. "Aaa, ANNA!" Elsa pushed the girl away, panting, blinking rapidly as she tried to come back to her senses. This was so WEIRD, Anna was hardly ever the aggressor, not that she didn't like it, just that it was strange… "What has gotten in to you?"
"Elsa, I'm…" Anna sighed, turning her back and stalking over to the bed. She fell on to it, hiding her face in the plush comforter. "I'm tired of hurting. I want to feel cold, numb. I want to feel you. An-and I need to feel you, but… but I really just… I want you to lose control. Use the magic." She winced at her word choice, recalling the incident, but shook it away and looked up to Elsa. She could see the slight bit of terror tinging her eyes and stood up, moving over to her. "You won't hurt me, Elsa. Not even if I asked you to would you do it." She smiled at the blonde, cupping her cheek and leaning forward to draw her into a kiss, waiting until Elsa finally started to respond to the press of her lips and tongue before she pulled back, smiling at the princess.
"Anna…" It was almost a warning, and something of a plea.
"It'll be fine, I trust you, just… this once, just let it go."