A/N: Sorry for the delay in the update. I'm afraid it'll be about that much of a wait each time now, though. Two or three more chapters are left after this, then the epilogue, so stay tuned :) Enjoy!


Anna was right, she had to be. Right? Kristoff sat in his room lost in thought just thirty minutes after leaving his friends' house. Elsa and Anna had just announced that they'd be moving away together come when it was time for the latter to go to college.

But that wasn't what was bothering the burly blonde. No, he indeed was plagued by the degenerate thought of why Hans had the feisty red head's phone that day at lunch. Anna had dismissed it, but Kristoff could not. It left something feeling... off in his stomach. It made him uneasy, as if there was a rolling pin flattening the inside of his gut. Hans was always up to something.

Well, maybe not always. Nonetheless, Kristoff couldn't deny the trouble it was causing him. If Hans had stolen Anna's phone, who knows what he was going to do?

That was when the burly blonde decided to act. He stopped arguing with himself about whether or not there was something malicious going on behind those annoyingly brown eyes of Hans' and convinced himself that there had to be.

Kristoff stood and walked out of his room, fetching his car keys along the way. It was time to pay Hans a visit- again. He left the house, calling out to his mother that he was "going out," and jumped into his car. The blonde was already feeling the rage against Hans sinking in, like a kettle just at the point of boiling, just beginning to whistle.

He was pulling up in front of Hans' place in no time. Kristoff got out of his car, taking extra care not to slam the door in premature frustration pinpointed at Hans. He strolled to the door and rang the bell. Then waited.

Not for long, though. Soon enough, the portal was opened and there was a woman standing there. She must be his mother.

"Can I help you?" She asked.

Kristoff looked her in the eyes, they were brown, just like her son's. Well, one of her many sons'. He did not glare, Kristoff instead played it off as if he was friendly. He politely smiled. "Is Hans here?"

The woman narrowed her eyes. The burly blonde suddenly felt small under the piercing glare shooting right through his eyeballs and directly into the core of his being, looking at his very soul. "You're the one that punched him in the nose, yes?"

Befuddled, Kristoff unconsciously backed up a single step in self defense, scratching the back of his neck and averting his focus. He panicked internally, his stomach clenching as he began to choke on his own thoughts like cotton balls. "I- er, uh, well, about that-"

"Hans is not here. Don't you dare come close to any of my sons again."

"I, okay."

Then there was a bang as the door slammed shut, leaving the burly blonde in a daze. "Okay," he whispered to himself, "so I'll just get to school early tomorrow and wait for Hans to show."


The next morning, Kristoff remained true to his word. He arrive at school unnecessarily early. So early, in fact, that there were little to no students there. It was a ghost town, the entire atmosphere sent cold shivers down the burly blonde's neck. It was an odd, uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach, who knew a school could be so creepy?

Especially when it's empty.

Well, so far it was devoid of life save for the one or two students in the library studying. Kristoff walked the school briefly, he was definitely early enough to catch Hans coming in.

The burly blonde was just about to take post in view of the front door, but then something caught his eye. Familiar from the periphery of his vision , it pulled his attention quickly.

His heart sank to the ground, plummeted like a rock in water, straight to the ocean floor. His jaw hung open and he fixed his lightly shining and appalled zircon eyes on a picture hanging on a classroom door. The air seemed to stand still, time following in suit, leaving him there for what might as well have been hours in his shock and terror.

No, no!

Right in front of Kristoff's face was a photograph of Elsa and Anna kissing. In their own home. After his initial shock, the burly blonde felt his blood heat to boiling and rise to his head, reddening his skin. He furiously ripped the paper off of the door and looked around as he balled it up.

Seething, Kristoff seamlessly switched into hunting mode and rapidly made his way through the halls, spotting others of the same picture hung in a similar manner. He snatched each one up, adding them sequentially to the steadily growing pile of trash in his hand. As he progressed, so did his anger towards Hans.

After circling nearly the entire school, and now with a backpack full of torn and crumpled up photographs and Elsa and Anna kissing, he finally found him. In the act. "Hey!" The burly blonde shouted at Hans.

Hans looked over, dropping what he was doing immediately. Literally. The picture he was currently putting up fell to the floor, along with a tape dispenser. It clacked against the ground, settling a few feet away. Kristoff watched the paper float down, noting its location so he could grab it after he scared Hans away.

Looking like a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar, the saboteur locked eyes with Kristoff. "What is this?" The burly blonde opened his backpack and gestured to the mounds of paper garbage in it.

Hans looked shattered for a moment. He had bought ink to print those, he had spent a good chunk of time putting those pictures up. He immediately felt increased hostility towards Kristoff, almost letting his emotions get the better of him. But, Hans caught himself, he cooled the fire in his blood to a dull roar and put on a smirk. "Proof," he deadpanned.

Kristoff was dumbfounded. His face went blank for a moment before the scorching flames poured back into his mind like boiling water over a man's face. "Proof!? Proof of what? That you're a stalker?"

Still with that annoyingly practiced, wry grin on his face, Hans realized he now had the upper hand. Kristoff may be strong and intelligent, but he faltered when it came to controlling his emotions. "No, proof that those sisters don't deserve to be happy."

What kind of twisted logic runs through this guy's mind? The burly blonde didn't even process the fact that his hands were now tightly clenched into fists, begging for a reason to attack Hans. "What is wrong with you!?"

Hans sneered. "Nothing's wrong with me, but those two friends of yours are a different story, and you and Rapunzel, you're all messed up for thinking that that's okay. I'm simply dishing out what they deserve."

Before he even knew what he was doing, Kristoff had Hans' shirt in his fist and was slamming him against the wall in fury. Protectiveness of his friends had finally completely won over his actions. He practically growled. "Don't you dare go near Elsa or Anna ever again. And don't even think about pulling this kind of stunt again."

Hans, seemingly at ease with his position, never let that demonic smile slide off of his face. He did, however, raise one eyebrow. "Oh yeah? What are you gonna do about it?"

The burly blonde thought about it, oh he did. He wanted to take his free fist and knock the lights out of Hans. It was tempting, it was a seductive beckoning. But he resisted, just barely not breaking under the pressure. "Where did you get that picture, anyway!?"

Even under the pressure of Kristoff's sturdy fist, Hans proudly reached into his pocket and pull out his phone, wiggling it as if to taunt the burly blonde. "Camera phones, they're a wonderful thing, aren't they?"

Without even the trace of a passing thought running through his mind, Kristoff used his free hand to yank the phone from Hans, threw it on the ground, and stomped on it, making sure the device was adequately shattered.

"Hey!" Hans yelled and tried to get the phone back, but the burly blonde had been too fast. Now his perfect guise of calmness and confidence faltered and Hans' eyes filled with liquid fire. "You can't do that!"

"I warned you," Kristoff coolly replied.

Just then, there were footprints in the hallway. Kristoff quickly pushed away from the offending, overly-confident man and snatched the last picture of Elsa and Anna up, crumpling it before Hans had time to recover his own balance.

The teacher strolled passed, unaware of just went down. She smiled as she passed Hans and Kristoff, and the burly blonde strategically placed his foot over the broken cellphone. He gave her a sweet, albeit guilty smile. As soon as she had disappeared from sight, the blonde hastily made his exit, ignoring the fuming Hans trying to get his attention. People will start showing up soon. Good thing I got here early...


"I'll see you after work, okay?"

"Okay, I love you!"

"I love you too, Anna."

The red head closed the door to her sister's car after pulling her crutches out of the back seat. She felt like she was on cloud nine, then jumped twice as high into the sky. Her heart was humming like a happy bird, and she would have skipped into the school that Tuesday morning, but she hobbled on her crutches by necessity.

Entering the school with a bright grin on her face, the strawberry blonde wandered directly to where her friends normally were in the morning. She was actually early enough to talk for a little while before class. That was rare.

"Hey!" She called to Kristoff, who was the only one there at the moment.

The burly blonde turned at the familiar voice, his stomach digesting itself. He really didn't want to have to tell her about what Hans tried to do, but he had to. Swallowing the butterflies that were now fluttering up his neck, he spoke. "Hey, Anna."

Concern quickly replaced the previously glowing features of Anna. Kristoff cringed inside. He really didn't want to ruin her day, at least not this early. "What's wrong? You sound stressed."

Heaving out a great sigh, the burly blonde bit the bullet. "It's Hans."

Anna huffed in annoyance, her voice instantly becoming on edge. "What about him?"

Yup, Kristoff mused, I definitely ruined her day bright and early. "He, well, uh, here, look inside my backpack."

The red head cocked an eyebrow, the fogs of confusion settling around her spires of annoyance. "Why?"

"Just... look." The burly blonde handed the bag in question over.

Anna gave up and took it, unzipping the zipper and peeling the sides apart to allow her eyes to filter in the image of a bunch of crumpled up papers. She opened her mouth to ask what a bunch of trash had to do with Hans when it hit her. There were pictures on each paper, but she couldn't tell what of. The red head reached in and smoothed a picture out to reveal its contents. Her jaw dropped to the floor and beyond, her stomach twisted, and her heart seemed to be electrocuted and withering away. There was a pit the size of Texas in her gut and she was at a loss for words. "What- when- how?"

Then, anger. Pure and true, boiling her insides, licking her skin with its flames. "That creep!" The auburn haired girl shoved her friend's backpack shut, zipping it back up violently and ungracefully. "How! Why! Errrgh!"

"Calm down, calm down," the burly blonde stood and held his hands out in an attempt to placate Anna. He gently rested them on her shoulders and she noticeably relaxed, heaving out one last breath of frustration.

"I'm calm, I'm calm."

"Okay, good." Kristoff held eye contact with the red head. "Look, I made sure that Hans doesn't have that picture any more, and there's nothing he can do if you're careful, okay?"

Anna nodded, her exasperation fading in the face of appreciation. In a much softer tone, she once again talked. "Thank you, Kristoff, really."

The boy smiled. "Don't mention it."

It was decided that morning that until Elsa and Anna moved away together, they would have to be extensively careful. They were walking on already broken eggshells with Hans watching them like a hawk, and they really couldn't afford to have their secret out. Not because they were scared what would happen to them, they were going to move, anyway. No, Anna knew she had to strive to keep her and Elsa's relationship behind closed doors to protect their mother. It would be catastrophic for her if people found out she was harboring incestuous sisters, nonetheless supporting them. Anna could not let that ship sale, she had to keep it anchored down and tied at the dock. Their mother would not suffer for their feelings.

Of course, Anna hadn't had any time to tell Elsa all about this, that would have to wait until after school.

I will have to tell her before dinner, though. We wouldn't want us doing anything to testy in front of windows anymore. Although the notion of having to restrain her feelings for Elsa even more put a wrench in Anna's heart, anticipation for dinner was easily able to lift her spirits once again.


Elsa approached the front door of her home after work with an excited grin on her face. She was all giddy and her insides felt like fuzzy, limp noodles. She got to see Anna now, then go to dinner with her. She pushed open the door to find Anna waiting on the couch snacking on popcorn.

"Hey, Anna!"

The strawberry blonde looked over and her face lit up, the blue of her eyes seemingly giving way to a lighter shade. She got up as quickly as possible with her leg and decided that crutches are for the non-excited. She practically toppled over into Elsa's arms.

The older girl took in the familiar scent of Anna, the tender warmth that the girl always filled her heart with, the hyper-sensitive touch that was ever present with her younger sister. When the platinum blonde leaned in to give her a kiss, however, Anna snapped her head back.

Elsa's heart fell. Dread welled like cold water inside of her, sickening her stomach and crushing her like a little bug. She feared the worst. "W-what's wrong?"

Regarding the look of pain in her older sister's eyes, the red head was quick to explain herself. "I- no, it's not you, it's- it's Hans."

This did nothing to help the platinum blonde's situation, though. Now she was confused, and hurt like a wounded dog, she recoiled to herself and suddenly felt alone. She was still only focused on the most horrific possibilities.

Hans and Anna had dated.

They had history.

Elsa felt her eyes begin to burn, premature as it was. She knew the thought was ridiculous, she knew she was jumping to conclusions, but she couldn't help it. It already hurt like a bullet to the chest.

Anna mentally slapped herself for making the situation even worse. "Not like that! He tried to expose us to the school!"

Okay, that may have been better than Elsa's one true love leaving her to be with a guy she dated years ago. It didn't hurt as much, that's for sure. But it was scary. Elsa's heart switched from a sharp ache to intense, ice cold dread. "H-he what?"

The younger girl explained everything. She told Elsa exactly what Kristoff had found out and done and that they had to exercise extra circumspection in their relationship from there one out.

After hearing it all and knowing that Kristoff was going to keep an eye glued to Hans at all times, Elsa felt the weight of ten boulders lifted from her chest and the air turned from thick and rigid to fluid and breathable once again.

"So, uh," Anna bit her lip, "about dinner."

Elsa smiled. "Let's get going."

The younger girl glanced around, specifically checking what lay beyond the windows, double checking that there was no Hans creeping on them. Finding the vacancy of the scenery satisfactory, Anna leaned forward and placed a quick kiss on Elsa's lips. It startled the older girl with a little spark of electricity to the lips and heart.

Before she had time to reciprocate, however, the warm, luscious lips that belonged to her younger sister were gone. Elsa inadvertently let out a tiny whimper akin to a puppy whining for a treat. Anna just put on a teasing grin and said "yup, we should go."

Elsa huffed, but her pout quickly faded into a smile as she and Anna walked hand in hand to her car, locking the door behind themselves.

The two sisters decided on a reasonably priced restaurant, after all, the more money they saved for when Anna graduated the better, right?

The platinum blonde led her sister into a place called "Macado's," a local facility specializing in sandwiches, and they did it well. They had as many variations of Anna's second favorite food as one could imagine, and even if someone was crazy enough to think up something they didn't already carry, there was a build-your-own sandwich section of the menu.

Anna's jaw literally hit the table. She tripped as she was sitting down. It wasn't her fault, though! There were freshly baked cinnamon rolls taunting her with their irresistible smell wafting through the air, filling the entire place with a sugary-sweet aroma. She was busy closing her eyes and sniffing as deeply as humanly possible to get as much of the home-made smell as humanly possible.

However, she tried to sit down and collided with the side of the booth, sending her toppling into her seat with a thud and a sore jaw on the tabletop. "Oof!"

Elsa wasn't sure weather to laugh or be worried, she was awkwardly caught between the two, a grin begging at the corners of her lips as she hurried to her younger sister's side of the table to lift her up. "Anna! Are you okay?"

"I'm good, yup, yeah, I'm fine." The red head pulled her face from the wooden table. "I just think I left my dignity at home."

Elsa teased her girlfriend. "I think you lost that a long time ago."

"Hey!" The red head giggled and slapped her lover on the shoulder in good jest.

"What would you two like to drink?" The waitress was kind enough to pretend that she didn't see Anna's blunder.

Without skipping a beat, the older of the two girls said "chocolate milk for both of us, please. And can you make it extra chocolaty?"

"Certainly." The woman scribbled down the order on her paper and swiftly left. Anna didn't even try to hide her excited squeak.

"You know me too well," she joked.

They then scoured over the menu like a horde of hungry rats in a dirty street finding fresh meat. Anna's teal eyes were glowing all sorts of blue and green, lighting here, shining there, excitement written like an open book all over her face. There were so many choices. It lifted Elsa's heart to see her girlfriend like this, it made her feel all warm and fuzzy inside, the pleasant butterflies in her stomach not getting a single second of rest.

"Are you two ready to order?" The waitress was placing the two cups of chocolate milk as she spoke.

The auburn haired girl nodded vigorously. "I'll have the build-your-own sandwich with everything on it, please."

"Um, everything?" The waitress was nothing short of flabbergasted.

"Mhm," the red head replied cheerily with yet another affirmative sweep of her head.

"Um, okay, one build-your-own with everything it is."

Elsa was trying her best to stop the laughter wiggling through her esophagus, but to no avail. She swore her lungs were going to shrivel into prunes from lack of oxygen, but couldn't stop the convulsions in her ribcage due to her sister's order.

"I'll have-" the platinum blonde had to stop speaking to let out a few more giggles. "I'll- I'll take the Hindenburg."

"Okay, coming right up."

It was a little bit of a wait before their food actually arrived. Anna, for her part, went right through the chocolate milk, not stopping to savor but still enjoying the enriched flavor of it. That's when she had an idea. The red head felt her cheeks heat up and her insides crawl like bugs, in a warm, antsy, excited way. She smirked at her gorgeous sister.

"What's that look for?"

"Oh nothing," Anna began, twirling a pigtail in her fingers innocently. "Just thinking about dessert."

Lifting a single eyebrow in speculation, Elsa played along. "Oh yeah? And what's for dessert?"

The younger girl looked directly into her older sister's eyes, which were a midnight cool blue in the dim lighting of the restaurant. "You, with extra chocolate."

Elsa's face lit up like a Christmas tree, turning bright red as she tried to cover it. It was adorable, it was one of the frequent reminders to Anna as to why she was completely head-over-heels in love with this woman.

Just then, their meals showed up. Anna was relentless with eye contact and a devilish smirk.

"I, er, thank you," the platinum blonde fumbled out as she took her plate.

It was hard to focus on anything but the images her younger sister was suggesting.

Really hard.

Despite this, Elsa did her best to enjoy her sandwich. It was delicious. Though not as delicious as Anna eating chocolate off of me. Can dinner be over already? I'm ready for my dessert.

The sisters spent the meal enjoying the atmosphere: dim lighting, old movie posters littering the walls, old records scattered about as scenery. It was a lively place, and thankfully, a distracting place. They traded banter, laughed, flirted just enough, and the temptation to lean across the table and give Anna a quick peck on the lips was almost too intense to overcome. It was like an itch that only got more powerful over time, more demanding of attention.

Just like the one between her legs.

Elsa crossed her legs, Anna noticed.

"Would you two like any dessert tonight?"

"No thank you, dinner was delicious, can we have the check now, please?" The the older girl's surprise, it was her sister who blurted out to the waitress.

"Um, certainly, here you go, I'll be back in a moment to-"

"Here you go, keep the change." Anna was forcing a small wad of cash into the woman's hands along with the check. It was enough to cover the meal plus about six dollars because she really couldn't think about math right now. What she wanted to do to Elsa was much more important.

Anna pickup up her crutches and waddled her way out of the seat, the platinum blonde not questioning and following right behind her girlfriend.

In no time they were in the car on their way home, the younger of the two not taking her eyes off the other for the entire time. Elsa felt her sister's gaze on the side of her face, trickling down to her neck. She felt shivers at just the thought of what she surmised that Anna was thinking about.

The platinum blonde parked her car in the driveway to their home, feeling the heat between her knees growing. The sisters walked inside, Elsa now imagining the younger covered in chocolate syrup- it was driving her wild, it was building a hunger inside of her. How had Anna turned her on so much with just a single, cheeky tease?

"Hey girls, where did you two get off to?"

"Hi, mom! I took Elsa out to dinner." The red head looked at her older sister, beaming.

They made haste in their conversation with the woman, both girls anxious to get up stairs. Once their mother turned her back, Anna hobbled over to the fridge as stealthily as she could, which was very much like a dog running in a field of crunchy leaves: blatant and loud. Luckily, however, miss Arendelle had no reason to suspect they were up to something so... interesting. Soon enough, they were released from the clutches of greetings and were en route to Elsa's bedroom.

The door swung shut, darkened aquamarine met royal blue, both shades glowering with an intense undercurrent of a flame dripping with desire, the tension had been building since Anna's comment at dinner. Elsa placed the Hershey's chocolate syrup bottle on the night table as the younger of the two shut the blinds on the window, just in case. She turned around to immediately collide with Elsa's lips in a kiss forcing an ocean over her, washing her brain clean of anything but dirty thoughts. She pushed deeper into the embrace and knocked the two of them gracelessly onto the bed with her on top. Her cast was extra annoying in that moment.

Elsa deepened the kiss at the same instant Anna did, their tongues danced, tasting every inch of the other, reveling in the texture and territory to explore. Elsa felt her spine beginning to melt, her brain already blanking, the heat between her legs now an intense, wet fire, burning up her core and shouting Anna's name. She removed her younger sister's dress, lifting above the girl's head and begrudgingly breaking the kiss momentarily.

Anna's hot breath tickled down Elsa's ear with a slight hissing noise, burning her skin and trailing goosebumps. The younger girl gripped her sister's shirt and tore it away, discarding it just like the dress. They kissed and licked each other as pants were vanquished from the platinum blonde's body like the unwanted scum they were.

Neither sister stopped to take in the body of the other. They were too driven by arousal now, the air was hot and heavy. The red head was too busy to be bothered by looking at the perfect, alabaster skin, the smooth satin-like surface of it, the light freckles dusting the surface even in the extremely dim lighting.

A hand placed itself on Elsa's covered breast, she arched into the touch immediately, the fingers beginning to knead through the fabric of her bra. The electric buzz tightened her muscles and made its way to the growing pull at her core, resting there, itching to be taken care of. Elsa began panting as her bra was removed and discarded, her nipples standing on end, ready for the onslaught initiated shortly thereafter by Anna's mouth.

Panting now, Elsa gripped the sheets. Her heart was racing, she could feel it beating in her throat, paralyzing her lungs. She didn't realize it, but the red head's free and less coordinated hand was trying to under it's owner's bra, but to no avail. After several failed attempts, Anna squirmed in frustration, emitting a disgruntled noise. "Elsaa, can you help?" It was embarrassing, but necessary to move events along in a timely manner.

"Huh?" The platinum blonde looked at her sister curiously.

Anna wanted to sink into the sheets and never be seen again. "I can't- I can't get my bra off..."

The self-consciousness about her left hand not working properly yet was very clear in her voice. The older girl suppressed the now raging fire between her legs as best as she could and reached up, unclasping the younger girl's bra, tossing it away. "It's nothing to be embarrassed by, Anna. You'll get the coordination back in time."

"I know, I just..." She trailed off.

Elsa desperately wanted to lighten the mood, and get the satisfaction she absolutely needed right then. She smirked at Anna. "You'll just have to use your right hand tonight."

This worked. The red head grinned, the mood was set back into motion and all of her embarrassment melted like ice over a fire. She resumed her place atop the platinum blonde. Elsa once again was lost to the world as Anna continued her project of traversing her older sister's body with her mouth.

A hand rubbed up against the dampened fabric of Elsa's panties, sending a sharp bolt of pure electricity through the older girl, tingling her entire spine. Then, she felt the underwear pulled away, she lifted her legs to allow Anna to easily get rid of it.

Elsa then returned the favor. Her hands found the firm, well-crafted curvature of Anna's behind, giving a tight squeeze and holding the position for a few moments. The red head bucked her hips forward by reflex and gasped. Elsa removed the girl's panties, which were clearly wet, just like her. The platinum blonde was sure the sheets below her were soiled, she could feel the hot lubricant of her arousal coating her inner thighs.

Then, the body above Elsa was gone momentarily. The platinum blonde didn't bother opening her eyes, she knew what was coming.

And it was cold.

The syrup dribbled onto Elsa's exposed body, cold as ice, covering her nipples carefully, causing them to stiffen even more and her back to arch to new heights. The chocolate was drizzled down her abdomen, a freezing trail leading to her burning core.

And then the tongue. The platinum blonde gasped, panting, gripping the sheets beside her for support, otherwise she'd fly into the sky and burn in the sun. The sheets below her were lava and the chocolate above was a winter storm.

Anna continued, rubbing against her older sister's labia. Elsa ground into the touch, creating as much friction as possible, allowing every sensation to send a melting pulse through her body. She was already completely lost to the outside world when the red head pushed a finger inside of her and began to gently massage her clitoris with her tongue.

Moans began rumbling through Elsa's throat, her eyes shut tight and one hand tangling itself into a copper braid of hair. She began moving her hips in sync with Anna's motions, feeling the sparks inside of her build, feeling her mind lose itself piece by piece.

The dams were about to break, to shatter into tiny fragments from the pressure built up inside of Elsa. She was high in the sky despite holding onto the sheets. She was moaning loudly, pushing Anna's head down into her core, feeling the buzz of building electricity in her spine, feeling the sun blazing above her.

Anna was more aggressively toying with her lover's clitoris now, she pushed another finger inside the girl's opening and began to rub lightly against Elsa's vaginal wall.

It was a melting fire, it was a freezing wind, two opposites to attract, and electrostatic difference large enough to wipe out any life around. "Anna-" Elsa began calling her sister's name in pleasure, feeling the high of ecstasy closing in.

Then, it collapsed. Fire met ice, the charge differential caved, sending an explosive bolt of lighting through the older girl. She was melting in the center of the sun. Her muscles tensed around Anna's fingers as she came, ecstasy exploding in her blood stream, driving her to euphoria. She was gone, in nothingness but feeling everything anyone could want to feel all at the same time. She was lost in a lake of fire but relaxed by how at home she was. "Anna!"

The platinum blonde rode the orgasm ripping through her and went limp, gasping for breath, her lungs fighting to find the surface. She was now aware of her heart beat, which sounded and felt like a drum beat in her upper chest. "Oh, Anna," she whispered. She felt the familiar sensation of her lover's tongue cleaning up between her legs, then- Oh god, the fingers.

Anna started again, this time gently, give her girlfriend a light push back to where she just was. Except this time there was more ice, more fire, more voltage as Elsa practically screamed and orgasmed a second time, now having twice the ecstasy lacing her veins like a drug. Her body was tired, panting for air, her heart struggling to keep up with the oxygen demand.

The platinum blonde smiled a satisfied-glassy eyed grin, still breathing heavily.

Anna adjusted to lay down next to Elsa. "Phew, that was kinda hard with a cast."

Turning her head to close the small distance between their lips and kiss her sister, Elsa breathily replied. "well, you did a great job."

Beaming, the red head kissed her girlfriend back. "Thank you. Now it's time to test your skills."

Elsa cocked at eyebrow. "Test them? I think they've been proven."

"Well then, you'll just have to prove them again."

The platinum blonde rolled to be directly on top of the other girl. Her skin was still sticky with chocolate syrup. "Is that so?" The question was asked just as Elsa dove in for a deep kiss, reaching with one hand for the Hershey's bottle.

She played with her younger sister's body until the girl had shut her eyes and was just beginning to pant and writhe under her touch. She leaned back earning a groan from Anna, but before the red head could figure out what was going on, Elsa drizzled the chocolate syrup (which was still very cold) on her sister's body, making sure to hit her nipples and create a trail down to her core.

Anna squeaked at the sudden temperature play, her skin stood on end, but she arched her back to invite Elsa to do her worst.

She did.

The platinum blonde licked the sweet solution off of her younger sister's breast, twirling her tongue around the stub of a nipple and sucking as she pulled back. The moan and gasps coming from the red head were enough to make Elsa melt inside all over again. Her stomach churned with an intense satisfaction at every motion, sound, and move Anna made.

Before she knew it, Elsa had licked the chocolate all the way down to her lover's nether regions. As she descended the last precious inches the rich, sugary taste to the Hershey's blended infectiously with the salty counterpart of Anna's glistening wet core. The extreme combination caused the older girl's eyes to close and pupils roll back in ecstasy. She already loved the taste of her girlfriend, but the spice of chocolate made it that much better.

Giving in to the deep rooted drive within her, Elsa dragged her tongue along Anna's slit. The younger girl pushed into the action and Elsa obliged the silent begs. She licked just inside of the red head's opening, readying her finger.

And she knew exactly how Anna liked it.

Elsa inserted one finger, motioning in the exact way she knew would illicit a response from the red head, and it worked.

Anna's hips flew farther off the bed, moaning loudly, gasping Elsa's name. Encouraged, the platinum blonde slowly started introducing her tongue to Anna's swollen bundle of nerves.

The younger girl moaned and shifted under the actions, being built up by her older sister. Elsa got lost in the activity and before she knew it, her name was ripping through the air like a bullet, spilling in her ears and pleasing her brain with Anna's chorus of pleasure. She waited a moment until Anna came down from her high and tamely began to work over the red head's clitoris again.

Anna's breath was loud and sporadic as she rose and orgasmed for a second time. Elsa slid her tongue along the inside of her younger sister's thighs, relishing in the flavor, for the syrup had dripped and was mixing in flawlessly.

She then laid down next to a panting Anna. "That was the best desert I've ever had."

The red head giggling through her post-orgasmic fog. "Me too."

After a few minutes of cooling down, Elsa found the will power to once again use her vocal chords. "We should shower and put that syrup away."

Anna faked annoyance. "Do we have to?"

Giving her lover a playful shake of the head. "You didn't do a very good job of getting all the chocolate off of me. And now the sheets are dirty, too."

The red head was quick to roll over and give her sister's breast a generous lick. Elsa felt goosebumps tingle all over her chest, chasing the tongue, her heart quickening its pace. "Better?" Anna beamed and rolled back over.

Smirking, Elsa said "common, up you go."

"Ughhh."

The older girl rolled her eyes at the drawn out sound of dismay. "I'll go put the chocolate syrup away and then meet you in the shower."

The red head perked up. "Deal!" She rolled off of the bed and threw a towel over her body, glancing back at Elsa one more time as she hobbled out of the room.

Elsa, now standing, grabbed her own towel, covering her lady parts with it before retrieving the bottle of Hershey's syrup. She left the room at a relaxed pace, after the events that had just unfolded she couldn't be bothered to rush to anything ever again.

Placing the bottle of chocolate syrup in the fridge, Elsa turned around, ready to meander back up the stairs where the water was most likely warm and Anna was waiting.

But she was faced with another... well, face. The platinum blonde smiled. "Hi, mom." She had quite honestly forgotten that her mother was home at all. I can only hope she didn't hear us. The room seemed to increase in temperature of its own accord. Of course she didn't, don't worry.

The woman cleared her throat. "If you two could, just- um, well, keep it down next time."

Elsa's cheeks lit on fire, scalding her all the way down her neck and chest, ears enveloped in the flame as well. Nowhere sounded good right now. Yes, somewhere that no one could ever find her, that's where Elsa was going to go. She felt like dying right then and there, her chagrin a foe too large and powerful for her to have any hope of defeating. "I- um- y-yeah- I-"

Miss Arendelle held up her hand to stop her daughter from speaking. "You two are adults and can make your own choices, I'd just rather not hear those choices."

"O-okay, s-sorry." This was too awkward. This was awkward salad with awkward sauce an a heaping gulp of awkward served beside it. And why was the air suddenly the consistency of peanut butter, was that really necessary?

Elsa knew that her mother saw the remnants of chocolate syrup on her sternum, she could feel it in her mother's eyes. "Well, dinner's soon, I'll let you get to your shower, then."

An escape. The platinum blonde sighed with relief. She could run, thankfully. She stuttered out a halfhearted "y-yeah" and bolted like a rabbit from prey. Maybe if she was lucky her mother wouldn't see her until she moved out.

Maybe.


A/N: Thanks for being such an amazing group of readers! Until next time!