Elsa slid to lie on top of Anna, kissing her lips over and over, gently nipping Anna's lower lip, then feeling an electric thrill of acceptance as Anna's unresisting lips parted for her tongue. She lingered for a while, then her restless mouth moved down the side of Anna's neck. As she nuzzled the hollow where neck met shoulder, Anna said, "Oh, this feels nice."

"Yes?" murmured Elsa, careful not to be too loud next to Anna's ear.

"The weight of you. On top of me. It's like a massage, but different. It's making all my muscles relax." I could never do this with Kristoff, he was too heavy. She drove the thought from her mind.

Elsa raised up on her elbows and looked down at Anna's bosom. "There's at least two parts of you that aren't relaxed at all."

"Elsa!" Anna felt heat radiating from her face, even her ears. As Elsa stroked her cheeks against the soft, speckled skin of her bosom, Anna said, "You know, you're different from last time." The warmth vanished from her face as she realized what she'd said, what memories she'd brought up.

But Elsa's eyes were untroubled as she looked up and asked, "What do you mean?"

"It's okay?" asked Anna, and Elsa nodded. "Well, you were so dramatic. Not in a bad way, although it was a little worrying. But you were all 'I'll give you the moon and conquer nations and stuff for you,' and now you're more, I don't know, settled. It's a good different." Or does it mean you don't feel that way any more?

"It's all true. It's all still true. I'd do anything for you. I love you so much, and I want you so much. But that night, as much as I was talking about you, it was really for me. I was caught up in myself." Elsa shook her head at her foolishness. "Tonight… Tonight is about you." She gently kissed Anna's collarbone, then explored Anna's dappled skin with her lips and tongue-tip. "I wish I was one of your freckles, so I could be next to your skin always."

"Now that's the goofy romantic I remember." Anna's head dropped back against the pillow again.

Elsa took one of Anna's erect nipples in her mouth; sucking, nipping, nibbling, cautiously raking her teeth across it.

"Hey!" Anna's head popped up again.

In an instant Elsa was clear of Anna, sitting up on her heels, her hands up, palms towards Anna. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Too far? Too much? I'm so sorry."

"No, it's okay," said Anna, sitting up as well. "It's just…it's…not like that." Reading the confusion on Elsa's face, she said, "Let me show you," and bent down to take one of Elsa's nipples in her mouth. She sucked and licked, cupping the breast with one hand as she supported herself with the other. "Like thish, shee?" she said, talking with her mouth full. She nipped once, but with her lips covering her teeth, and continued softly suckling at Elsa's breast. "Gently. Not so rough. Now what you were doing was this." She moved her mouth to the other breast and did her best to copy Elsa's actions, playing with the nipple between her teeth, stimulating it carefully but sharply. After a minute of this she said, "Now who would enjoy that?" and looked up at Elsa.

Elsa's eyes were nearly closed, her head swaying from side to side, a gentle moan leaking from her slack, parted lips.

"Oh. I did not mean to do that," said Anna.

"No, 'sokay." Elsa made a sound between a moan and a sigh. "No 'pologies necess'ry. Any time."

"Well, I guess now we know who would enjoy that." Anna giggled, then paused for thought. "Wow. I just did that. I totally just…did…the thing."

"Was it okay? Are you okay?"

"Sure."

"Was it… Did you… Was there anything you liked about it?"

"It was pretty awesome seeing you so, um, happy. I guess you'd call it."

Elsa smiled dreamily. "Very happy." She pushed her hair back. "Do you want to… I mean, on purpose this time?"

Anna paused. "Sure." Her mouth returned to Elsa's breast, one hand supporting Elsa's back, the other leaning on the bed. She glanced up and watched the ecstasy on Elsa's face, starting to share her pleasure. Finally she said, "You know, I've never had that. I mean it feels good, really nice, when it happens to me, but not like that. What's it like?"

Elsa gazed into her eyes as she stroked Anna's gold-and-auburn hair. "It's like…lute strings that run from here," she touched her nipples, "to here," her fingertips traced converging lines that met at her cleft, "to here," and the lines continued along her inner thighs to her knees. "And when you pluck the strings it goes 'zing' all the way down."

"Wow. Well, for me it's nice being kissed there, but it's nearly as nice being kissed anywhere else."

"Good." Elsa smiled wickedly. "Because I want to kiss you everywhere else. Every inch of you." She leaned forward, Anna fell backwards, and Elsa's mouth continued its exploration, across Anna's sometimes-quivering stomach, and ever downwards.

Anna relaxed and sighed, concentrating on the soft sensation of her sister's kisses, then tensed as Elsa approached the triangle of fur. "Hey."

Elsa lifted her head. "Sorry. Am I doing something wrong?"

"Uh, no. But you're getting kind of close to, um…down there?"

"Is that too much? Too far?"

"Well… Are you sure you want to do that?"

Elsa exhaled heavily through her nose. "I was hoping… Well, I had been hoping I could."

"But you were still kissing."

Elsa rested her head on Anna's thigh. "I said I wanted to kiss every inch of you. I do."

"But you'd have to look at it."

"I want to look at it. At you. Look and smell and touch and taste."

Anna's brow furrowed. "But isn't it sort of…icky?"

"Oh, Anna." Elsa sat up and smiled softly at her. "Don't you know that you're beautiful? Every part of you is beautiful?"

"Well, yeah, kind of. In general terms. If I'm cleaned up and I keep my legs together. But…there? Aren't women…I mean, isn't that why we cover it up? Because we aren't nice down there?"

"We are beautiful there. We are beautiful everywhere. And you are very beautiful there." With an inquiring look Elsa asked for permission to continue. Anna nodded, and parted her legs slightly.

As Elsa's mouth found the moistness between those thighs, Anna tried to relax and enjoy the sensation. And it was a wonderful sensation. She felt a craving build in her stomach and start to spread through her body. Then she glanced at Elsa. "Seriously. I look okay down there? Not weird? A little…lopsided?"

"You are lovely. Like a delicate pink orchid."

"Really?"

Elsa nodded reassuringly, and bent her head again.

Anna closed her eyes, and concentrated on the exquisite energy building inside her. Her hips began to gently rock. With a start, she pulled herself away from Elsa. "Are you really sure you want to do this? I mean, I could wash up first, maybe?"

Elsa looked up at her. "Please, no, Anna. I love the smell of you. I love the taste of you. I could live on nothing but your cream for the rest of my life. I'll stop if this is making you self-conscious or uncomfortable, but please believe me that there is nowhere I'd rather be than here, no one I'd rather be with than you, and nothing I'd rather be doing than this. Please."

Mixed up between awkwardness, physical desire, and love of Elsa, she slid down and closed her eyes again. She felt Elsa's tongue go eagerly where her own fingers would only stray in absolute privacy. The intimacy was strange and exciting, but also unnerving. "Elsa? Are you sure this is okay? You don't have to do this if it's just for me."

Elsa looked up at her again, her eyes a mixture of begging and frustration. "Anna. I said I'd go as far as you want, and stop anytime, and go as slow as you like, but for God's sake please don't tantalize me like this! It's making me crazy. Tell me to go, tell me to stop, but don't tease me like this anymore. Please! Let me go or kick me out, but put me out of my misery. I crave you so much right now that I want to pin you to the mattress and ravish you!"

Softly, Anna said, "…um, okay."

Elsa paused, blinked. "Okay to what?"

"…okay to…pinning…and ravishing…?"

That was what Anna hadn't realized she'd wanted. Not to be desired but to be craved. Hungered for. To ignite passion.

Elsa made a growling hum deep in her throat, pushed Anna flat against the bed, and pried her thighs apart.

Later that night they slept, Anna curled up, Elsa's arms around her. Anna jolted. "He had 'n arrow through his throat," she moaned from inside her dream. "I saw it. I saw 'im die."

Without waking Elsa pulled her closer and said, "Was an icicle. Wasn' an arrow, an icicle. 'N he was bluffing. Never let 'im hurt you. Never let 'im hurt her. 'Sokay. 'Sokay."

"Never?"

"Never ever. Love you, mouse."

Anna snuggled closer, Elsa wrapped around her tightly, and they sank deeper into peaceful sleep.