The music thumped and pounded, too loud for its own good. Elsa sighed and watched Kristoff and a friend playing some silly dancing video game as she sipped her beer. She had wanted to spend some time with Kristoff alone, maybe eating pizza and watching stupid movies like they did back in high school. Kristoff's idea of fun seemed to be inviting all of his college buddies over to get drunk and make fools of themselves. At least with them so involved in the game, none of them were bothering Elsa. She watched as Kristoff and his friend started trying to trip each other, shoving and pushing to win the game. A small smile tugged at her mouth. This was better than sitting in her paint-smothered apartment, even if it was overwhelming.

Sven, one of Kristoff's noisier friends, plopped down onto the couch next to Elsa. She moved aside quickly to avoid his flailing arm as he tried to slide it around her.

"Hey girl, are you not having fun?" He asked as he gestured to Elsa's beer. "You should finish that and have some fun with us. I bet you're really good at video games, right?"

Elsa looked to Kristoff to save her from the awkward situation, but he was still focused on the game. She turned back to the drunk on the couch next to her, giving her best unwelcoming grimace. He just grinned back at her and leaned over to kiss her, his breath full of alcohol. Elsa grunted in disgust and shoved him away. What a pig, she thought as she went to the bathroom and shut the door.

"Miss Elsa?" Elsa turned to see Anna in the bathtub, covered in bubbles. She sat down on the floor and studied the little girl, her red hair plastered wetly to her face.

"Hi, Anna," she said, "How is the princess tonight?" Anna smiled, then frowned.

"What's wrong, Miss Elsa?" Elsa frowned back at her, not sure how to explain it all.

"Your dad's party is just a little bit loud," she said finally. Anna made a face and folded her arms on the edge of the tub.

"It is," she agreed as she rested her chin on her arms with a sigh. "He does this a lot. I just sit in here the whole time 'cause his friends are weird." She rubbed the suds into her hair and scrubbed, then dunked her head under the water. She surfaced and shook her hair a bit, then stood up and grabbed her towel. Elsa blushed as she found herself studying the young girl's naked form. Anna's curves were just starting to form. Elsa followed the water as it dripped and ran down the girl's freckled skin, then looked up only to find Anna staring back at her, an equal blush on her face.

"S-sorry," Elsa stammered as she looked away so the girl could towel off. She took a few heavy sips of her beer as she tried to understand why she had been staring so intensely at the body of a girl who wasn't even out of elementary school. She was Kristoff's kid, for heaven's sake, and here Elsa had been ogling her like she was a piece of meat. A piece of freckled, lean, soft, adorable meat. Elsa felt her blush grow, and she glanced over at the girl as she dried off. Anna had turned away and was drying her legs, exposing her back to Elsa. Elsa couldn't take it anymore. She stood up and left the room quickly, then slid down against the wall outside.

What a complete pervert she was. Her friend had invited her over probably out of pity for her, especially after that pathetic text. And she had the nerve to go ogling his pre-teen daughter while she bathed. If Anna even breathed about it to Kristoff she knew their friendship would be over as quickly as it had begun again, and she might even find herself in a cell. That was probably what she deserved. She took a deep breath to calm herself, and finished her beer. If Anna was going to make a fuss about it, she already would have, Elsa thought to herself. It was a drunken mistake and Kristoff would surely look past that. He certainly didn't seem to care about Sven's advance on her on the couch.

Elsa's thoughts were interrupted by the bathroom door opening, and Anna stepped out wrapped in her towel. She glanced down at Elsa, then looked towards the living room. Seeing no one, she stepped toward Elsa and slipped her towel over the older girl's head. Elsa went rigid. She was inches away from the girl's most private place and Anna wanted her there. She felt her heart thumping hard as a blush spread over her whole body. And just as soon as it started, it was over. The door to Anna's room clicked shut.

Elsa tried to control her breathing. She wanted nothing more than to bound into Anna's room and make forbidden love to her. Anna seemed much older to her now, after such actions. When she had first met her, she'd said little, and Elsa almost mistook her for much younger. Now she could see it was just shyness. Still Elsa wondered what had changed now, and why it had changed so dramatically.

"Elsa, you okay?" Elsa gasped and looked up to see Kristoff at the end of the hall, a concerned look on his face. She nodded weakly and shakily got to her feet.

"I think I'm gonna go," she said, and he shook his head.

"No way, even in my state I can tell you've had too much alcohol to drive. Just stay the night. The guest room's prepped." He pointed to the end of the hall. She sighed. There was no arguing with Kristoff about these kinds of things, and he'd probably just pick her up and put her in the bed himself, if he could. She put her hand on the wall and wobbled her way to the guest room, Anna still on her mind.

Elsa lay in the bed, staring at the ceiling. The room was cold, but her skin felt flushed all over as she replayed the night's events in her head. She heard the doorknob click and turned, expecting Kristoff to be checking up on her. Instead, Anna's red braids and freckled face poked through the opening, and she crept inside the room.

"Can I sleep in here with you?" She asked, nervously kicking her foot back and forth. Elsa stammered back, then nodded, scooting over to make room for the younger girl. Her entire body felt like it was on fire. The bed shook slightly as Anna climbed in. Elsa looked down at the younger girl and felt Anna press against her. Elsa's body exploded in passion. She just couldn't take it anymore. She leaned down and kissed Anna softly. Anna kissed back, and their lips parted, tongues exploring and mingling as they shared their excitement. Anna pulled away from the kiss and stared up at her with big, nervous eyes. She took Elsa's hand in hers and guided it down, sliding it into her pajamas.

Elsa awoke to the sun shining down over her. She closed her eyes again and muttered curses at the painful light, then remembered the small, warm form clinging to her. Guilt washed over her. They'd done things that she knew were wrong. She was over three times this girl's age. Anna's father was just down the hall, and if he knew what Elsa had done, she might very well be dead. Anna stirred. She stared up at Elsa with a small smile.

"Good morning, Miss Elsa," she said. She sat up and stretched, then snuggled against Elsa with a contented sigh. Elsa's erupted with mixed emotions, her guilt ballooning out of control. She had corrupted this innocent girl.

"Anna," Elsa started, "I did something bad last night." Elsa didn't know how else to put it.

The girl shook her head. "No, Miss Elsa. We both did something bad." Elsa wondered if this was supposed to make her feel less guilty. "I came onto you, Miss Elsa. It's my fault, not yours."

Elsa shook her head at Anna. "I should have known better. I'm an adult and I let this happen," she buried her face in her hands, "I took advantage of you."

Anna kneeled in front of Elsa, kissing her softly.

"You didn't take advantage of me. We did something together," she said with a smile, "and I really enjoyed it." Elsa's emotions tugged at her from different directions again.

Anna sat back down and stared at the ceiling.

"Besides, Miss Elsa. This isn't my first time." Elsa's heart sank. Had someone abused her? Was that why she was so shy? Elsa gently took Anna in her arms, squeezing her tight.

"Who have you done this with?" She asked, fraught with worry.

"My mom. We used to do this all the time."