How is it that some people are colder than others? Or that some are warmer than others? Aren't bodies supposed to be the same temperature? Or does the skin itself play a role?

Not everyone has the same thickness of skin. Thickness is probably the wrong word. It's interesting that everyone is the same yet different.

Anna's eyes fluttered open. It was really early and she was surprised that the smell of breakfast wasn't what woke her. No, it was the coldness of a body pressed firmly to her front that woke her and the numbness of her arm, also some strands of hair that were tickling her face.

The redhead yawned and rolled onto her back, her arm still pinned in place. It actually fit snuggly between Elsa's head and shoulders, in the slope of her neck. Anna's hand stilled form where it was rubbing her eyes.

Elsa?

Her head snapped to the woman, still fast asleep.

Last night we…

A blush worked its way onto her face followed by a small giddy smile. She curled back towards the woman's sleeping form. Her arm curled around her waist and pulled her snuggly against herself. Elsa let out a little murmur and curled up some more. Anna smiled and curled with the older woman. Their bodies fitting like a puzzle.

The redhead was all too elated to have the woman this close to her. To have shared something so intimate. Anna knew her line of work would raise questions to how she perceived such carnal activities. She knew it prevented her from having any sort of real relationship and her clients were just that, clients. She was providing a service.

Elsa was different. She didn't hire Anna for sex. This was something all on its own. She wanted to do this with the older woman. Others were just jobs.

Anna nuzzles her hair and inhales Elsa's natural aroma. She smelled like winter and mint with a hint of what they did the night before. Anna let the events of a few hours ago play through her mind as she smiled, but it slowly faded away. She remembered her fingers trailing over rough edges.

She slowly moved as far away from the older woman's back to have a look see as her pinned arm would allow. She wanted to gasp. She wanted to cry. She wanted to shiver.

Elsa's snow white back was covered in various shades of red and pink. There were big and small scars littering her back. Like badly placed stripes on a tiger made by a three year old. The roughness Anna had felt were from ones that hadn't healed properly, like they were left to heal without medical attention. She let her fingertips stroke over Elsa's back, tears in the corners of her eyes.

How could someone do this?

Who did this?

Elsa stirred and stretched out as a yawn escaped her. Anna watched as the blonde moved to sit up, her back to her and her legs over the sides of the bed. She rested her hands at her sides as she tried to wake up some more. Anna's eyes traveled to her hands and saw the fading scabs. Her mind was racing a mile a minute and didn't notice the woman straighten her back. She blinked as the blonde turned to her sharply, fear coursing through her eyes.

Anna sat up slowly and reached a hand out to the blonde, but Elsa cowered away from it. She bit her lip and practically whimpered as she shivered.

"I won't hurt you," Anna whispered as her fingertips touched the woman's cheek.

Cold.

Anna moved to sit on her knees as she pulled Elsa close to her body. She could feel her half-heartedly push at her shoulders, but she didn't put up much of a fight. Elsa didn't know what to do. She wanted to be close to the redhead, but she hadn't intended for her to see her naked.

She had hoped to have woken up before Anna, but luck was no on her side this morning. Anna no doughtily saw the scars. The thought of the girl seeing her that broken made tears form in the corners of her eyes. She didn't want Anna to leave her for being that ugly. Who would want to be with someone that was flawed?

"Elsa, you're still beautiful," Anna whispered as one arm held the blonde close to her around her waist, forcing their bodies together and making Elsa place her legs either side of the younger girl. Anna's other hand stroked over Elsa's back, causing her to shiver and let out a small strangled whimper.

Elsa's mind was like a hurricane. It was trying to replay the events of last night and have her feel those emotions, while it was thinking of the past and her scars and feel those emotions, while also trying to comprehend what's happing here and now.

Anna had taken to kissing over the blondes shoulder and neck. The small distracted moan from Elsa spurred her on. She managed to move the taller woman around and sit in her lap, her legs going parallel to Anna's. The redhead started placing kisses over the scars and Elsa shivered as her hands shot back and grip her freckled thighs to keep herself in place.

As the kissing progressed and Elsa's small whimpering moans filled the room Anna's hand moved in between their thighs. Elsa gasped as Anna's fingers started repeating what they did last night.

"You're still beautiful," Anna panted in her ear. It was hot and laced with lust, with a hint of something Elsa couldn't place her finger on. Her mind was too hazy. Anna went back to kissing over the upper scars of Elsa's back while her fingers worked their magic. It wasn't long till Elsa went over the edge as she moaned loudly and Anna's name slipped form her lips.

Anna smiled and let the blonde slump forward so she could kiss over the lower half of the scars. Elsa twitched and shivered letting out soft hums of Anna's name. The redhead felt somewhat proud. She would try and ask her later about what had happened and if Elsa refused to ask her, she would ask Rapunzel. Either way she will have answers, if she'd like them or not and maybe she could figure out where Elsa disappears to some days. She had questions about her bruised knuckles and that fading bite mark on her shoulder, that Anna knew didn't come from her.

She would have answers.