Title: No Amount of Love Chapter Seven

Summary: There was love there, but nothing fixes itself. A happily ever after is only the ending to a tale, only the stop to what people usually want to see. But it's not the end, it's only the beginning. The beginning of the brightest sunlight. But what is the sunlight with the clouds before it? [An Elsanna fanfiction about growth, change, and discovering what you actually want]

Authors notes: This is an Elsanna fanfiction, which means there will be incest as it goes on. Thank you to Sheikm for helping me with extra proofreading! ENJOY ALL THE SMUT YOU PERVS!


It wasn't like Elsa had intended to entirely lock her sister out, but it was a hard habit to break. She took in a deep breath and opened the door to find Anna there tapping her knuckles cutely together. "Anna I can expla-"

"No need!" Anna cut her off, moving to tackle her with a hug. "It was all my fault. I didn't mean to make you feel like you didn't deserve to be happy." She pushed closer to her, blinking when she felt the warmth and the curve of Elsa against her. Something she'd never felt with Kristoff.

It was enough to make her pull away and brush her gown down. "So! How do we do wedding planning?"

"We don't."

"Huh?" Yes! Did she decide against it?

"You are ill and you need to rest." Elsa said firmly, trying to push her to her room. This girl would be the death of her through nerves alone. Worry filled her when Anna began coughing. "See, this is what happens when you don't listen to me and stay in bed," she said, keeping her words short.

Anna gave a none-too-pleased face. "I'm fine! Really. There isn't a cold yet that's killed me!" The redhead put her fists on her hips and stood in what was probably a vaguely heroic pose. Well, until she saw a flash of fear rise in her sister's eyes. "Faen!" She watched as Elsa pulled away and began wrapping her hands around her middle.

"Elsa, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it... I mean. Yes, cold. But not that kind of cold. Elsa wait!" She rushed desperately over as Elsa had turned to go down the steps.

It had not been the best way to put things. Cold had nearly killed her. Her hands were shaking. When she felt her shoulder grabbed she flinched, turned, and shoved Anna back to the point she fell. "Don't touch me!" A tinge of anger in her voice until she turned around to see Anna on the ground.

"Anna!" She rushed over to try and help her up, her hands still shaking. She was doing her best to will the storm down, to keep control of it. When Anna pulled away she stepped back, putting her hands together, Elsa had to resist the urge to whimper.

"I'm fine. What is wrong with you lately?" Anna asked, trying to reach for Elsa. Her concern was more than obvious.

The Snow Queen tensed and pulled away a little further. "It's... nothing. A lot running through my head. That's all."

"Okay, if it's nothing, tell me what kind of nothing."

"Anna, it's not anything I can tell you."

"Why not?!" Anna pleaded, desperation in her voice. "Why so many secrets, Elsa? what is it I can't know? What are you keeping from me?" She took a step forward, coughing again.

Elsa started to breathe heavily, trying not to look at Anna at all. Her gaze was practically burning a hole in the wall, then the floor. "I... I can't tell you."

"ELSA, TELL ME!"

"I DON'T WANT TO!" There, she said it. She didn't want to say it. Saying it meant she had to admit it, and that was the last thing she felt she was allowed to do. When Anna looked hurt, she had to swallow down the lump in her throat. "I don't want you knowing."

Anna nodded, the words hurting worse than any magic could. "Okay... I understand." She looked down, starting to cry.

Kristoff had been watching, had been trying to stay out of it. The moment Elsa had yelled at her, he felt a tinge of rage, mostly because of how protective he was. He made a move to hold her, but stopped before he reached her.

"Anna, it's just... I don't want you to worry or for me to hurt you."

"As if you've not already done that."

"I'm only trying to protect you!" Elsa said, clenching her fists at her dress. "I am marrying someone to make sure that everything keeps you safe."

"So, you're going to get married just for Anna's sake?" Kristoff chimed in, moving between them to try and keep things somewhat civil.

"Get out of my way, Kristoff."

"No. Anna is ill and you're not in your right mind. You both need to calm down." His ears were turning red with frustration. As Elsa tried to move him, he stood fast. "You need to calm down. Can't get married if Anna is still ill, right?"

"And you need to know your place." Elsa said, her eyes growing stern, ice forming around the floor around her. "The subject of marriage is not yours to bring up. After all, I said I'd think about it." The amount of sass in her voice could not be measured.

Kristoff felt his heart drop then rise up in his chest in anger. It might not've been the best choice but he turned from her, dropping to one knee. "Anna, I asked her if I could, and I'm certain she's telling me no. But I don't care."

The blonde's shoulders rose, the pink going to her cheeks. "Kristoff..."

"Shut up, Elsa." Anna was more than a little angry with her sister. She looked down to Kristoff with a smile. "Yes, Kristoff?"

"Will you marry me?" He sighed. "I've not paid off the ring, but I have one picked out just for you."

Anna looked to him, then up to Elsa before squinting her eyes. "Yes."

"...Anna." Elsa whispered out, stepping back as she held her chest. That hurt, why did that hurt so much? "I still deny my blessing."

"I don't want your blessing when you're like this."

Elsa felt a little tinge of fear in her heart before an idea struck her. "Kristoff. I need you to deliver ice to the country on the further side of the land beyond the fjord."

Kristoff stood and looked to her, upset he interrupted the moment - granted, he'd made the bad choice of doing it at this type of moment but... "That's a three week journey."

"So?" She said, bringing a hand to hold her dress.

"That's not fair, not after..."

Elsa's eyes rose, giving him a look. "Do you want to keep working?"

The blond man sighed and nodded. "Yes, your Majesty. I'll... go get set up now."

"Good." The Queen said, holding her arms in front of her. She looked to see Gerda walk up. "I want my sister in her bed and a guard watching the window and the door. Keep her there until she is well." With that, she turned around, letting herself start to cry as she walked down and to the study, locking herself in to pull out the work she had to look over.

As Anna was forced into her bed, she couldn't fight against it, she was hurt. Why was Elsa being like this? Had she done something wrong again? She didn't mean to. She really didn't. Anna rolled onto her stomach and cried, trying to force herself to sleep. In her sleep, it was better. Sleep meant she could be with Elsa without anything there to make anything bad happen.

"Elsa! Come on! It's a nice sunny day!" Anna said, letting out a little giggle. When Elsa shook her head, she tugged her arm only to be suddenly pulled onto the bed.

When did they get into the bed anyway? Without realising it, both of them were naked and pushed up against each other. Wait, what? How did they...? Okay, dream logic. She rolled onto her back, Elsa hovering over and kissing her.

A kiss melted down fingers touching, breath heavy down necks, eyes rolled back. It merged into thighs parted, hips pushed together, the heated sound of their bodies against each other.

Elsa's head pushing between her thighs. Anna's hand tangled in her sisters' platinum locks. A moan, a kiss. A tongue between folds and a moan before...

Anna gasped awake, her body heavy with sweat. One of the guards came in to ask if she was okay, she nodded and tried not to breathe too heavy. What the hell even was that? "Can... can you guys leave me be for a few moments? I won't leave the bed, I promise."

When they left, she pulled the blankets off to find the sheets below her soaked. "Uhm..." She'd never had that kind of dream about Kristoff before. It had never ached so badly. Swallowing hard, she reached a hand down just to touch... that first touch making her moan and arch her back.

Why was she even doing this? This was wrong, right? All of that quickly disappeared when she got a little rougher, thinking on the dream. Of Elsa's head between her legs, of her tongue and the cool of her breath and before long she came, having to bite her palm to keep from screaming out her sister's name.

When Gerda rushed in, having heard noises of 'distress' , Anna had to quickly pull the blanket up. Their loyal nursemaid tended to her, trying to see if the sweat and flushed cheeks with heavy breathing meant she was even more ill than they initially thought.

She wasn't that sick, well... not physically. Anna began chewing on the inside of her cheek, fighting a battle between feeling more satisfied than she'd ever managed in her life and the feeling of guilt. Of how taboo this was, and how it felt like she was betraying her now-fiancé. This was something she definitely couldn't tell anyone else.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the castle, Elsa had her dress up and her hand down between her legs. Between her clenched teeth was the edge of the cape she was wearing, just to muffle the moans of her sister's name as she roughly moved two fingers inside herself.

Elsa moaned and gasped, freeing her other hand so she could reach down to rub roughly at her clit. If she thought hard enough they were Anna's. Anna's fingers inside her, Anna's body pushed close. Anna.

And like that, she moaned out her name, biting down harder as she came with a growl, her hips jerking down. She eased her fingers out and rolled against the seat, starting to cry as she tipped her head back.

Why did she have the feel like this. What had she done wrong? Was this her punishment for these powers? She wiped her eyes, cleaned up her gown and headed down for the kitchen. She was hungry.

When she got down there, she was met with Kristoff.

"Why are you sending me away?" The man asked, holding a packet of carrots at his side. He needed to know. "I'm sorry if I got out of line. I panicked. I'm not great with people still and I just didn't know what to do."

Elsa looked down. "No, it's my fault." She held around her midsection. If she denied them the wedding, she'd have to face every day like this. If they got married, then she'd be forced to forget these feelings. "I... I give you my blessing and this trip can pay off the ring."

She looked up to him. "I know you'll make her happy." When he looked into her eyes she sighed. "Just take good care of her, show her love like she deserves."

"I... can do that." He smiled and pulled her into a warm hug, awkward as it was for the Snow Queen. When she returned it, he smiled. "And, I can pick up some of those unusual sweets they make there. How does that sound? They owe me a favour anyway."

"Anna would like that." Elsa said with a little smile.

"But would you like it?" Kristoff had to know, was only right. She was the queen, and she deserved to be happy.

"My happiness doesn't matter." And before Kristoff could get another word in, she took a small cake and headed up to her room to try and find a book she could lose herself in. Lose herself to the world of confusing emotions that terrified her because of how amazing they felt.

You can't love her like that.