a/n: Thank you again, everyone for your support! I have to say reading the reviews for this fic is the best and most uplifting part of my day. (I don't know how much that says about my life.) Sorry that the update for this fic was a bit late, and I apologize in advance for how late the next few chapters are going to be due to finals next week and the fact that I have three jobs...anyway, I hope you guys continue to read and enjoy!

PS: I couldn't help myself with this title, excuse me while I laugh my ass off all the way to hell.


Finally finding some time alone since her coronation (excluding, of course when she ran away and caused an almost eternal winter across all of Arendalle), Elsa decided to sit down in her study and paint. It gave her time to think and let her express the artistic abilities pent up inside her without freezing anything. She had done a lot of drawing and painting when she'd been alone in her room all those years. It was calming. Sometimes she painted free hand, but the subject of this painting filled many of her sketchbooks and so had carefully been drawn onto the primed canvas before even touching it with paint. Over the past few weeks of her rule, the sovereign had been working on it, bit by bit to relax and escape from the bustle of queenly duties and coordinating the upcoming ball that she so dreaded. As well as deal with her all too confusing emotions. Elsa opened up her case of watercolors, what she loved to paint with most. Using them felt akin to using her powers. As she worked, she sang. She loved to sing, another hidden ability she kept from the world, worried about how people would judge her upon hearing her voice. A queen shouldn't sing or dance so freely.

Freedom, she missed the freedom that solitude had given her. When she could create and just be herself without judgment or accusation.

"Elsa! Why didn't you tell me you were an artist!?" The queen nearly jumped out of her skin at the suddenness of Anna's appearance behind her, freezing the paintbrush in her hand to a solid stick of ice. She sighed, turning around to look at her sister who stood with a huge smile on her face as she surveyed the painting.

The queen's face reddened. "Anna you should have knocked!" Oh no Anna was looking right at the painting, her expression morphing from one of glee to awe to…to what was that look on her face?

"Elsa…"

"It's just…just a habit. I rarely got to see you when we were little so I started-started drawing you and you see…" Honestly, the excuse was sounding worse by the second.

A warm smile spread across Anna's face, "Oh Elsa, it's beautiful." The younger said as she gazed at her likeness on the canvas. Elsa turned back to face the painting as well, it was a portrait of Anna, she had finished the skin tones, the warm peaches and soft pinks, and begun to paint the oranges of Anna's strawberry blonde hair and add the aquamarine of her eyes.

"I love it!" Anna leaned down to kiss her sister's cheek and-

Elsa turned back to look at her sister once more and-

And their lips came together.

The Ice Queen's first reaction was to pull away, and she began to, but Anna placed her hands on either side of Elsa's face to keep her there. Memories of the night before and what they had done, what she had done, flitted back to her and she felt that dizzying heat spread through her body all over again. Elsa opened her mouth to protest against the kiss, worrying that someone could walk in at any moment, but as soon as she had parted her lips, Anna's tongue ran along them. The queen let out an involuntary moan, nearly losing her resolve right then and there, but instead she pushed Anna back gently. The princess's eyes were glazed with want and her cheeks were a bright pink.

God why did she feel like she was burning up?

"A-Anna, we can't."

The younger seemed to slowly come back to reality, "...wait, what?"

Taking a deep breath, Elsa dropped her hands from Anna's shoulders. Contact made it harder to resist. "We have to stop this."

It was wrong.

It was unholy.

It would ruin Anna's life.

Elsa could live with it; she could bare the turmoil and the restrained emotion, could control the hunger to express her desires. She had done it before and would continue to do whatever necessary to protect Anna. Oh she wanted so intensely to be selfish, but her sister deserved a normal, happy life in the sun, not one of darkness and secrets.

Anna began shaking her head, "No, no Elsa please. I know it's…it's different. But it's a good different. I know in my heart that I love you more than anyone, more than Kristoff-"

Elsa ran a hand through her hair nervously, "Anna please-"

"No!" the princess straightened, looking down at Elsa with as much authority as she could muster, "No Elsa, we're not doing this again. You're not going to run away, I'm not going to run away. You are not going to slam the door on me!"

A sharp pain shot through her chest; much like what Anna must have felt when the shard of ice logged itself in her heart.

"Anna, you have to understand-"

With a finger over Elsa's lips, the princess silenced her; "We will figure this out, Elsa. You don't have to keep your distance. I'm here now and I'm never leaving you. You don't deserve to be alone."

The chair Elsa sat in began to frost over; she averted her eyes from Anna, beginning to tear up.

She made it sound so simple. So easy, but it wasn't. It would look strange if neither of them ever married. There would be no heir. No one to carry on the legacy of the kingdom and rule in the sisters' passing. Anna would never have a family, never be able to live in open light as a part of society like she'd always wanted. And if they were found out…oh if they were found out it would be the end of them both. People would revolt, there would be utter turmoil, she would lose all power over her kingdom, seen by the people as an evil queen with a heart of ice, so monstrous she would sink to seducing her younger sister, her own flesh an and blood, with the heinous sin of incest and illegitimize Anna as a sovereign…

Beneath Elsa's feet the floor began to ice up, Anna watched as her sister began to descend into her fears once more, but she was determined not to lose the most precious person to her ever again. She got on her knees in front of the queen, looking up at her, "Elsa, do you want to build a snowman?"

The queen sniffed, attempting to stifle her tears, "What?"

A grin spread across Anna's face, "Come on!" she jumped up, pulling on Elsa's hand for her to do the same.

"Anna, I don't understand."

"Just come on!" She said pulling Elsa out of the study, her paints abandoned. Elsa sighed but did as her sister asked, letting the younger lead her through the castle and into the empty ballroom where they once played as children in the middle of the night.

Finally, the princess let go of her sister's hand, spinning around to face her, "Okay, let's have it!"

Shaking her head in confusion, the queen only stared at Anna, "I don't understand what you want me to do I-"

Lips on her own cut the blonde off mid-sentence; Elsa jumped back, ice shooting from her fingertips. Nervous the queen looked around, making sure no one had seen, but before she could lecture Anna, the younger shouted in triumph, "There! The ice! Just do what you feel like doing Elsa! If I have to drag you all the way back up to the mountain for you to let loose, I will." She ended sternly.

So that's what this was about. Okay.

Elsa closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. Upon opening them she smiled and bit her lip, flickering her fingers in front of her to create a spray of swirling frost. Anna jumped on her toes and clapped.

"Keep going!"


Nearly an hour later, the girls fell into a tuft of snow, both giggling after an intense round of snowball fighting. In which Elsa had decisively ended the battle by creating a very, very large snow boulder and chased Anna around with it, finally catching her and covering the princess in a wash of white powder.

"That was so cheating!" Anna exclaimed, looking over at her sister.

Elsa chuckled, looking back at Anna "What you call cheating, I call winning."

A wide smile pulled at the corners of Anna's lips, "I knew this would make you feel better." She looked up at the ceiling, still smiling, "You should play around with your powers more often, I can tell it makes you happy and I don't like it when you're stressed and upset."

Very slowly, Elsa reached her hand out to hold Anna's, the tanner hand squeezing her pale one.

Soon Elsa would have to return to her duties and she herself would have to figure out what to tell poor Kristoff. Right now though, she didn't care what people would say or think. In this moment she didn't care how messed up it might seem or how complicated it might be later. Anna loved her sister, and all she really wanted was for them to be happy together. That's all she'd ever wanted.

"Anna…?" The queen said her name in a quite voice.

"Yeah, super duper sister o' mine?"

The elder smiled at Anna's silliness. Then bit her lip, nervous. "Can I…" she hesitated, scared to say it out loud, "Can I kiss you…again?" The question came out in a whisper.

Anna flushed, but the smiled stayed on her face. "Please."