A universe comes into being. From chaos, darkness, two sparks shine; but there cannot be darkness without light, just as there cannot be Elsa without Anna...

Glowing amidst the emptiness are two celestial sister-goddesses. Their lights shine gold and copper, they tessellate, take forms: the bodies of two beautiful women. Love, blood and magic bind them. The sisters know each other inside and out, both know what will make her sister happy, what will make her heart soar with joy.

Elsa gives Anna a gift, sprung from an idea, a power, an expansion of elements. She makes the sun, the moon and the sky, inspired by Anna's beauty, by the fervour of her spirit, and the stars by her freckles. She crafts oceans and forests for two of the many colours she finds in Anna's eyes, fire for the colour of her hair. Elsa gives it all to her sister, laying it out for her to see, this nascent earth.

Anna gives gifts back, following her sister's lead she adds to the wonders of Elsa's work. Taking her inspiration from the sight at her side, the loveliness of Elsa, she fashions glaciers and fjords for the deep blue of her eyes, pure white tundra for her flawless skin. She shows her sister what she has made, giving it all to Elsa when she sees her look of gratitude, a gratitude she feels equally herself.

They come together to kiss, and kisses turn to touches... sensual and sweet... Yet they part, joining in another way; Elsa and Anna come together to complete their creation.

Touching the new land instead, each recreates from memory her sister's form in nature. Hills fill their hands, like the curves of breasts, and valleys below, rivers the wetness far beneath. And deeper still, caves: secret and dark, but as well-known and well-beloved to the goddesses as her sister's core... The petals of flowers, the secret insides of fruit, exquisitely shaped to mimic the sweet beauty of a goddess' body.

They raise seasons above, to stabilise and shape their world, to keep it balanced. Two seasons truly, the summer ruled by Anna, the winter ruled by Elsa, the two in between shared by them both, one flowing smoothly into the other, joining and lingering like the parting touch of a hand.

Elsa and Anna are never parted. They wander through their lands, though except for the sisters it is empty, only the two of them to appreciate the plants and flowers, the landscapes they have made, only them to explore and play in their world... Anna and Elsa know what they need to do.

When winter makes life dormant, the heavenly sisters bring company to share their creations.

Creatures mysterious and mundane, animals and beasts they shape from snow together, breathing life into their forms, letting them go, setting them free to dwell and flourish in harmony and equilibrium.

The final, most perfect being they build together, shaping and crafting, silently planning the future of this, their masterpiece, who will create in turn, changing the whole of their world to fit its needs. With a warm embrace - Elsa and Anna's arms both wrapping around the figure, their hands meeting and caressing each other - their love begets its life, and countless companions to settle their world.

Time passes and Anna and Elsa benevolently watch over their creations, see them multiply and populate the whole planet. Over thousands of years they watch and guide in kindness, though the time to them goes by both as quickly as a heartbeat and as slowly as an aeon, since the sisters see the whole of it, since the sisters created time itself.

They descend in human form on occasion, viewing their creations closely, yet always returning to the heavens above, the heavens of each other, but soon Elsa and Anna decide to live incarnate, wishing to know, to feel, to test how true their love is for each other, to experience it in its many forms; their curiosity as insatiable and as powerful as their Divine abilities and their love for one another.

They choose the first of their innumerable lives together, knowing they will face suffering, separation and pain, inflicted on them both by others and themselves, something unknown in their spirit forms. Yet Anna and Elsa also know that True Love will save them every time, the strongest, most beautiful force that binds their immortal souls together.

Together, the sisters view their lives, see them like a many-sided crystal, expanding, contracting, multiplying with belief, showing a multitude of fractals of those lives. Emotions, moments, glimpses, unforgettable scenes from their future existences, in a myriad of times and places, shimmering and shifting like the Northern Lights...

Now it is time to say goodbye before they go to truly experience them, and despite the sadness in the sisters' Divine hearts, Elsa and Anna know they will not be apart for long.

Elsa looks at her sister, and Anna looks back, the last time they will do so as goddesses, at least for a while. She embraces Anna so their soft bodies press together, mingling their immortal breaths, their tender breasts, freckled and snow-white flesh. Elsa strokes Anna's red tresses, and Anna strokes Elsa's blonde hair, the strands between her fingers feather-soft behind her back.

The sisters' lips meet, Anna yielding when Elsa deepens their kiss, warm, wet mouths caressing, immortal hearts fluttering, their Divine souls quiver. They are ready, ready to descend and live in their creation together.

Elsa opens her new blue infant eyes and gazes into the faces of her first parents: a King and Queen, she will be well cared for and loved. She grows, and so does the magic within her; whether a gift or a curse will be for Elsa herself to decide, and she is too young to understand just yet.

She prospers. But there cannot be Elsa without Anna, and she only truly begins to live when her sister takes her first breath three years later, and Elsa is aware instinctively in her child's mind that the most important person in her life has joined her at last.

Gently she places a soft kiss on the fine ginger hairs of her baby sister's head. "I love you, Anna," she whispers.

Years go by. So much has changed, yet not that love.

Elsa runs a hand in wonder over Anna's hips, her waist, her breasts, her face; her sister, now a woman like herself. And Elsa can touch her, after all those years of waiting, of keeping things inside. Now there is no fear between them, only love and passion and trust, such as Elsa never dreamed she'd know again.

They lie naked, studying the subtle differences between themselves: their skin in shades of pink and white, their hair, their freckles, the shapes of their faces and fingers, though in their features, the same expression of delight.

Elsa leans closer, to breathe in Anna's scent - sweet as it ever was when they were younger - and watches the way Anna keeps her gaze fixed on her, as if her sister would vanish were she to remove it. She knows Anna feels the same, that they are happier than words can express, absorbed in mutual joy. Anna who has taught her to feel again... The sister Elsa cherishes, the sister who adores her unconditionally; Elsa's pounding heart compels her to tell her feelings. "I love you, Anna."

Anna grins. She has her sister back, the sister she loves in every way, and who she now knows has loved her all along, free to express it now. Elsa leans in after she speaks in her soft, velvet voice, and Anna wants to kiss her, Elsa's lips are perfect... Deep red, shining and slightly parted... Kissing Elsa is better than eating chocolate, better than dancing in the Great Hall, and it thrills Anna more than anything, even the first time she rode her sled down a hillside.

"I love you, Elsa," Anna says, and kisses her sister's lips. Those two actions will be repeated, re-lived infinite times, in infinite places, in Anna and Elsa's infinite lives together. Elsa loves Anna, Anna loves Elsa, together they will live through uncountable changes, but those two facts stay the same, forever.