A/N; You guys are all great! Thank you so much for reviews, etc! (: A lot of you are requesting fluff, and here it is; enjoy it, it won't last c: Also, this chapter was inspired a little by "Wicked Games", performed by Phillip Phillips. Maybe listen to the song before/during? (:

Anna wondered if Elsa knew she spoked when she slept. Not only did she speak, she mewed and tossed and turned a lot. Anna's favorite was the soft sighs that occasionally left her sister's mouth. Anna stayed up that entire night, watching her sister, listening to her. Anna was propped on one shoulder so she was a couple inches over her sister, and at the moment, Anna's fingers were running along the skin of the snow queen's arm. Elsa's lips were parted as she slept, her breath cool on Anna's throat.

"Ann...Anna," Elsa breathed while she slept. This was the first time Anna really was transfixed by her sister at this time; normally, the blond would murmur nonsense. "Need you-" Anna stopped her fingers trail, and leaned in closer to her sister, wanting to hear everything. However, she didn't hear anything anymore. Anna pouted, her bottom lip protruding like an overbite. She leaned back again onto an elbow, and raised her other arm up opening her fingers above her and glancing at her outstretched hand.

She was surprised when Elsa reached her hand out to Anna's and laced her fingers through her own. She gasped and rolled over to look at Elsa, who's face was flushed from being awoken. Her eyes were half lidded, heavy.

Needy.

"E-elsa." Anna stuttered. Elsa didn't say anything, instead pulling on Anna's hand until it was between them. She smiled as she pressed her body into Anna. The sensation was strange; her older sister nuzzling her like she was the smaller one, the younger one, the helpless one. She said nothing, only pressing her face into Anna's neck. The red hair of her sister tickled her face, and she wiggled a little to move it from her paled skin.

"Anna, I love you a lot, did you know that?" Elsa breathed. She pressed cool lips to the dip of her collar bone, and Anna sighed in surprise. "I am sorry for all those years of isolating myself. And, the last few months. The last few months, see, they've been because... Well, because this." Her lips ghosted across Anna's neck, and the younger woman wasn't quite sure how to react. Why was Elsa suddenly so open, so calm, so... Willing to be near her?

Elsa slowly rolled onto her elbow, leaning over Anna now, her lips breathing on the princess' throat and chest. Her freckles were simply the cutest thing ever. Elsa kissed every one of them tenderly, slowly spreading her sister's legs apart and placing herself between them. Their hips were pressed together as Elsa nipped at Anna's chest, her collar, her throat and the dip of her shoulder. Anna was tentative, hesitant, but her hands found their way to Elsa's hair and she stroked the platinum color, entangling her fingers within it and sighing shyly.

"Anna," the blond cooed against her chest, the cool air of her breath causing goosebumps on the redhead's skin. "I wish this could happen outside of here..." Elsa moved her lips up her sister's neck, she bit lightly at the plane where jaw met neck, just under the back of the ear. Anna gasped and the sound dwindled into a lower sound, a moan.

"Outside of...?" Anna questioned, moving her neck to the side giving better contact for Elsa.

Wait... What was she doing?

"Outside of dreams like this. I've had this one many times, you know? It's my favorite..." Elsa sat up a little in Anna's lap, and gazed down at her through slits her eyes made. Pleasure and sleepiness dragged her eyelids down, and the sight made Anna squirm.

She thinks this is a... Dream?

Fuck.

This is why Elsa had been keeping her distance. Her love for Anna was... Was unnatural.

It was new.

It was so utterly wrong.

Anna had to conflicting sides of the issue; her sister made her feel like no one else ever could have. It was strange but... They were sisters, and that was a taboo.

Elsa's index finger and thumb had hold of Anna's chin as she forced her to meet her eyes. "There's a lot of good things about these dreams, Anna. They make me feel good, and I wake up with butterflies in my core... I can have you in here. But there's a drawback, too. You aren't nearly as beautiful here, as you are out there." Elsa pulled her sister's face up, and placed a tender kiss on her lips.

Elsa's eyes fell closed, but Anna's did not. She didn't know what to do! Elsa thought this was a dream!

Anna... She needed to be responsible. She needed to try to understand all these complex things. It would be a long journey, she knew.

Anna pulled away sadly, and Elsa appeared hurt as her eyebrows knitted together in a sad curiosity. Anna blushed at the sight and bit her lip before rolling her sister over so she was on top now.

Self control...

Anna closed her eyes, and kissed Elsa once on her cheek. Once on her throat, her jaw, her ear.

One kiss on her lips. Elsa tried to deepen it, her arms trying to pull Anna onto her, but Anna resisted. Neither girls seemingly knew what they were doing; Elsa thought this was a dream, and Anna didn't know what she felt anymore for her sister. There were times where Anna thought of her as a little more than a sister, but other times, that all that Elsa was to her. Yet, she wouldn't deny the desire she felt. She couldn't. However, if it were to be pursued some day... It would be real. For both of them.

She pulled away, and pushed on Elsa's shoulders, keeping her on the bed. She then rolled off her, but placed her head on Elsa's chest, her hand resting on her began to hum, just a little. This was her way of forcing both girls to get sleep, and clear their heads of the confusions.

Elsa woke up blushing, remembering the dream she had had of her and Anna. However, when she saw Anna on her chest, snoring just a little- no, more like sighs- she felt a little panicked. It... It had been a dream, right?

Anna stirred, and gazed up at her sister who was already watching her. Anna was suddenly aware she was laying on her sister's chest, and subtly moved to a sitting up position. "Good morning..." Anna yawned and stretched, and Elsa smiled sheepishly. "Morning, Anna," she said shyly. Elsa reached out a hand to her sister's hair, and pulled just a little on the white streak as she had done so weeks ago.

Anna put her hand on Elsa's, and smiled widely now.

Elsa melted.

Her dream was vivid in her memory. She was terrified though, because she couldn't tell... She didn't know if her dream had been a dream or not. In that dream, sure, Anna responded, but in a shy mannerism... A timid, hesitant one.

"Did... Anna, did something happen last night..?" Elsa asked, her voice getting caught. Damnit, damnit, damnit! How could she have...

Anna blushed a little, but recovered from it. "You talk a lot when you sleep!" Anna piped, scared if her sister knew she would leave her there alone.

She was right, of course. Elsa would flee, terrified of what happened. How it changed them, even if it were only this awkwardness. She was supposed to protect her; that had become Elsa's mantra, despite the feelings that were gradually intensifying every moment with Anna. "Anna."

Anna looked away and bit her lip, before looking back up. The look in her face confirmed Elsa's fears. Elsa looked away, but Anna reached forward to grasp her cheek and make sure she didn't dare look away. "Hey, Elsa, it's okay, I promise you. It's okay." Anna tried, but Elsa shook her head in her cheek.

"Anna, I... Please excuse me."

"Elsa, no." Anna's voice was firm, solid. Her face was angry, distressed. "You're not leaving me again, not for a third time. What happened last night- we were both tired, and it was a-" Anna was cut off by Elsa promptly standing up, and exiting the room quickly. Anna sat, frozen.

Not again.

Elsa would not run away again.

But when she raced up and turned down the hall she couldn't see Elsa. Anna turned her body and slammed her entire arm against the wall, screaming in frustration. Anna needed her sister, damnit, Elsa was all she had! The feelings Elsa had for her were neither returned, nor rejected. Anna didn't know... She didn't know anything about love, not really.

Perhaps Elsa could teach her...

Elsa was fast, that was for sure. She was at the North Mountain again, but she didn't go to her palace. It was too obvious a hiding place now, no longer a sanctuary but a meeting place. She needed no company, nor wanted it. Instead, she made her way to the pinnacle of the tallest hill in her land. She was surprised when she saw something similar to the northern lights paint the dark sky, and she was utterly transfixed by the dancing spectrum.

Only for a moment though, before she fell to her knee's on the snow. "I... I don't want to love her this way. I don't want to love someone who cannot love me back." She spoke to the lights, as though they were the abstract bridge connecting her and the spirits of her father. "I'm broken, and I'm hurting... Anna must be too, god, she is so perfect and doesn't deserve this confusion I've caused her."

Elsa looked to the bandages covering her arm, and she sighed before ripping them off. The scars were nasty and deep, but already scabbing over. Her normally flawless skin was... Flawed now. No longer did it have the shine that gave her life. The scars were part of her, and though they were inflicted of physical touch she felt the pain in her veins and her heart.

"The world, it's breaking all of us... Why is the world so cruel? So wicked?"

'What a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you; what a wicked thing to say, you never felt this way; what a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you- no, i don't want to fall in love, no- this world's gon' break your heart, nobody's fallin' in love.'*

Elsa was truly broken. Her heart was cold. It was turning blue. Elsa knew her heart was thawing, because she was capable of locking her sister away time after time.

Anna was right, when she called her selfish. Elsa really was selfish. She didn't want to love her sister if she didn't love her back.

No, not that... She just wanted to be numb, really. It was all she wanted. Elsa didn't think she could face Anna again, not after abandoning her for a third time. How could she?

Little did she know, though, she would have to. Anna saw the lights, the small flurry on top of the mountain. It was Elsa up there, and Anna was determined to reach her.

A/N; There's y'alls fluff- but again, the angst is backkk! At this point in the story, I'm gonna be taking suggestions to make the story go longer (: I have a couple ideas for next couple chapters, but what do you guys want to see/read?! Leave me some ideas, (: