Sorry I'm a day late, I had a test I needed some extra studying time for. I'll tell you how I did tomorrow...

Day 9. Against the wall. And guess what else this it? A real chapter that I actually worked on, fourth wall still in tact!

Prompted by WooHoo. High school AU, not sisters, no powers.

By the way, WooHoo, if you're reading this, please tell me if I'm interpreting this correctly. I seriously read it four times before breaking it down into parts and studying each to make sure I understood the entirety of the request. Even if I interpreted it incorrectly, I hope you like it!


It was a chilly autumn at Corona High, but Elsa didn't mind much. She often giggled under her hand when she saw the native Washingtonian students shuffling between classes with five scarves piled around their necks and wool hats placed firmly on their heads. Being from Alaska herself, feeling the rain soak through her thin blouse was like a warm shower in comparison to the perpetual ice and snow of the northern permafrost region.

What Elsa did mind, however, was someone who she would walk past every day between classes. This someone, a girl, had beautiful auburn hair braided in two pigtails, and a charming spattering of freckles from cheek to cheek. But most of all, Elsa couldn't help but get lost in those sea-foam green eyes of hers, and Elsa wished more than anything she could get closer to study their depth.

But she couldn't. Elsa didn't have any reason to talk to the girl. Not really, at least, as Elsa didn't consider studying other people's eyes a good enough reason to bother people. So she'll keep to herself, blending in just like everybody else. It's what she's good at. Getting top grades and being socially impaired.

Despite her resignation to her disposition, Elsa continued to give the mysterious, smiling redhead just one sliver of her time every day when the blonde would cast her one glance.

But today was different. Today, the redhead looked back.

And the redhead began to walk towards Elsa's very spot, perfect braids swinging with every step. Palms suddenly sweaty, Elsa froze as though being approached by the principal himself.

"Hi," The girl said cheerfully to Elsa, holding out a hand for her to shake. "I'm Anna! I've, well. I've seen you around, not that I've been stalking you or anything," Elsa shook Anna's hand, careful not to pass out. Anna was here. Anna was shaking her hand. Anna was talking to her, actually looking at her with her vibrant eyes, which looked even more green up close. "Anyways, I just wanted to ask if you wanted to sit with me at lunch?"

Elsa almost pinched herself. She was making contact with Anna. The blonde said, astounded at the stability of her own voice, "I'd like that." Letting go of her new friend's hand and shaking her head, Elsa added, "I'm sorry, where are my manners? I'm Elsa."

Waving her hand, Anna said, "Hi, Elsa. I'm Anna."

They both sat in silence for a moment. Elsa almost laughed.

"Wait, I already said that." The redhead said, slapping her palm to her forehead. Reddening slightly, she continued, "Anyways, I heard you were new around here, so I just wanted to make sure you felt at home here."

Another spell of silence, but a comfortable one this time. It was a moment for Elsa to truly appreciate the girl's kindness, whom she was becoming fonder and fonder of as the seconds ticked by.

But it was interrupted by the bell. Only then did they realize they were alone in the locker-lined hall. Anna seemed to be considering saying something, but then just reached for Elsa's hand. "Here, come with me."

But Elsa hesitated. "Wait, aren't we going to be late for classes?"

Anna ignored her question, but Elsa continued to follow her new friend down the secluded hall, until, "You brought me to see... a closet?" Elsa asked, eyebrow shooting into her bangs.

Anna opened it, still hand in hand with Elsa, and said, "Well, only if you want to."

As though hit by a wave, realization washed over Elsa. "Oh."

Elsa had a decision to make. She was already late for class, but that wasn't the issue to the perfect-student blonde at all. Anna was inviting her to do unspeakable things with her, on school property, and they had only just met. Was this the usual procedure for the redhead to invite her new friends to have sexual intercourse as coronation to the friendship?

All of the doubtful questions disappeared, however, the moment Anna whispered her name, "Elsa."

And that was all the initiative Elsa needed. Something inside the blonde clicked, and suddenly, everything was just second nature to her. She nearly shoved the redhead into the cramped janitor's closet, and in the dark, quiet space, found Anna's soft lips with her own. With two thuds, their bags fell to the floor.

Anna was shorter than Elsa by a few inches, and they seemed to have been made for each other. Every curve, dip, and edge seemed to fit together like a jigsaw puzzle when Elsa pressed their bodies together against the hard wall. "Elsa," Anna whispered in the dark, and Elsa just moaned in response when the redhead began to nip and suck on her bottom lip.

Unable to see in the absolute darkness, all of Elsa's remaining senses came to life. She guessed Anna's pleasant body mist was sweet pea scented, and it complimented her naturally sweet smell. The sound of their clothes rustling against each other was secondary to the sensual sound of skin and tongues and breath. And the feeling of Anna's hands over her neck and shoulders, grasping at her blouse to hold her closer only drove Elsa wild, and lost her own hands as they explored Anna's form under her loose clothes.

"Well, didn't expect you to be so dominant," Anna said in a husky voice as Elsa kissed and breathed hotly against her neck.

"Maybe you'd have better foreshadowing if you got to know me for more than ten minutes before inviting me in here," The blonde said and softly bit Anna's ear. Elsa reveled in her new friend's not-so-quiet moan. Elsa returned the sound in kind as Anna's hands moved from her waist, all the way up to cup her breasts.

Capturing Anna in another deep kiss, Elsa's fingers lifted Anna's shirt just enough to slip her hands over her belly, then slipped one finger under the waistline of her jeans. Elsa gave the girl time to respond. She needed to know if Anna was still on board.

Elsa's question was answered when the redhead whispered against her lips, "Please."

Undoing the button and undoing the zipper twice since it got stuck on the first try due to Elsa's anticipation-riddled fingers, she finally slipped her hand between Anna's pants and her undergarments.

Running her fingertips gingerly over the already-damp surface of Anna's underwear, Elsa slid her tongue against Anna's one last time before parting for a breath and asking, "How does it feel?"

Anna's hands were still clamped firmly onto Elsa's shirt. "Yeah," Anna said, and shifted her hips to get more pressure from Elsa's fingers. It wasn't an actual answer, but it was more than enough to let Elsa know that her friend was enjoying herself.

Lifting her hand, Elsa finally dove her hand into Anna's undergarments and began to explore her wetness.

It was as though Anna was completely under her control. With every sweep of her fingers, Anna would sway this was and that, and would buck desperately every time Elsa came close to her entrance. The room seemed to be spinning for Elsa, and the sensation was accentuated by the pure darkness in the room. The blonde was glad Anna was leaning against the wall, or else she'd be worried they'd both tumble over.

To Elsa's surprise, however, Anna said through her own gasps, "So, Elsa. I heard you're from Canada?"

"Is this really the ideal time to be asking first date questions," Elsa responded, finally dipping two fingers into Anna, who sighed in euphoria.

Speaking with even more difficulty, the trembling redhead continued, "C'mon. I've," She gasped again when Elsa thrust her fingers in again, deeper this time, "I've lived here my whole life. I want to hear more about you, I'm sure you've got some things to say about Canada."

Gaining rhythm, Elsa continued to slide her fingers in and out. "For one, I'm from Alaska. Very different."

"Is it?" Anna asked with an air of disbelief.

Elsa just rolled her eyes, concentrating on the beat of their movements. Elsa ran her tongue over Anna's lips again, begging entrance.

The shorter girl's breathing became more labored when Elsa used her other hand to run under her shirt and bra. Squeezing and pinching at the soft skin of Anna's breasts, Elsa noticed how soft Anna was, from her lips and neck, down to her soft yet toned stomach. She kissed Anna's feathery lips again, their noses pressing against each other's cheeks.

She began to run her thumb over Anna's sensitive clit with every thrust. Elsa was going to ask if there was anything she could do to pleasure her more, but her train of thought crumbled when Anna's breath hitched, then released a shaky groan into her mouth.

Twisting and bucking against Elsa's hand, the redhead kissed her with more passion than ever before. Their mouths finally parted, and Anna's writhing subsided with a shaky breath.

Anna rested her damp forehead on Elsa's shoulder and panted, "What was Alaska like?"

Elsa was taken aback. The blonde had just fucked her against a cold wall in a musty closet filled with cleaning supplies. Wasn't she supposed to comment on how good it was or something? "I... well, definitely colder than it is here. And there are more elderly folk up north." Elsa commented, removing her hands from Anna's shirt and pants to hold the worn girl against herself.

Anna returned the embrace, still resting her head on the taller girl's shoulder. "Tell me more." She whispered.

"I don't know what to say." Elsa said, feeling awkward for the first time since they entered the dark closet. "What do you want to hear more about?"

"Everything." Anna said, before confessing, "I just don't want to leave your arms." Her arms tightened around the blonde's middle.

Elsa felt the same. Something about being there just felt right to her. Not so much being in a broom closet during school hours, but just holding each other like they were life-long lovers. The socially impaired, shy girl felt, for the first time since she arrived in Washington, that she belonged.

Elsa smiled. She turned her head and whispered against Anna's neck, "Me too."


Not sure if I liked that ending. I kind of wanted them to get caught and expelled. Drama bomb.

Please keep sending in AU prompts, but for the next few days I'm going to go back to canon for my own writing pleasure. Have a good day!