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Your dream ends, and you wake up. Elsa's still fast asleep, her head tucked in close to yours. Her breathing is deep and even, and she's the most relaxed you think you've ever seen her.
She looks so young, like this. So relaxed and unspoiled. Her bangs fall over her eyes, hair miraculously unfrizzed.
Even though the blankets are still pulled up, you're aware of your own nudity; and, with the way she's still pressed against you, you're aware of hers, too. You smile – never before have you felt at such peace with another person – and move so your forehead is pressed against hers. That simple act makes her stir, and your hand lands on her waist as you patiently wait for her to come back to the world.
"Morning," she murmurs, as though reticent to break the peace. You don't respond.
Instead, you let your eyes trail over her face, her lips. Down to her collar, and the dark marks you've left there. The blanket prevents your gaze from drifting lower. Something spikes within you, just below your navel, and you feel your face heat up in a soft blush. You've never felt this pull before, this honest desire to be close to someone.
You push it to the side.
"Hey..." you finally say with a smile. You bring a hand up, but pause just before it touches her face. It's impossible to place, this desire to be near her, to touch her. She grasps your hand in hers, moving so she can kiss the backs of your fingers. Butterflies swirl in your stomach, and it just makes you smile wider.
"Wha- whassatime?" she mumbles, still waking up. You're not sure, and you don't want to move to check. Well, you don't want to move away. Moving closer, resting your hand on her hip and tilting towards her, is absolutely fair game.
"Early. Go back to sleep..." you say, rubbing gently. She blinks, and definitely looks more aware of her surroundings as she smiles at you. Her gaze drops away in a manner that can only be called 'flirtatious' as she moves even closer.
"I can think of something better to do..." she says softly, biting her bottom lip, and holy hell where did this woman come from? You struggle to swallow past the sudden dryness in your mouth; every single drop of liquid in your body seems to have gone to a very particular place indeed.
"Y-yeah? Like what?"
Elsa grins, pressing her nose into yours for just a second before her teeth graze gently over your cheek and her hand moves to your stomach. Cool fingertips leaving burning trails as she rubs your skin, and you inhale sharply. It makes her smile, you can feel it, lips curling up for a second before she's moved to lavish kisses into your throat. Oh god you want more – shouldn't you be satisfied after last night? Her hand slides up, resting on your ribs and teasing the skin just below your breast. She walks her fingertips up higher, closer and closer to your nipple as her kisses grow harder and harder, and you just about feel like you could finish already—
—and then she stops.
"Breakfast."
"W-what?"
Your head's all fuzzy, drowning in Elsa and how she'd just made you feel. Her hand moves away, and you lament the loss.
"I thought we could have breakfast." And then she gets up – rude – but you've already kind of forgotten because it's just made you realise that she's as naked as you and completely covered in marks. Her hair's a mess, but a hot mess. You can already tell you're going to be battling with your hairbrush so you can wrangle yours back into your braids. She doesn't turn around, but you still get a great view of her from behind; a fantastic view of her completely glorious hourglass figure that she definitely needs to flaunt more while you're around (or she could just like... not wear clothes. You'd be pretty happy with that). A smile forms on your face as she pulls a fresh pair of panties out of the dresser and casually slips them on before bending over to dig around for a shirt. She's so relaxed and it feels so natural and wondrous and surreal all at once, like you've done this dozens of times even though it's brand new. She straightens and tugs on what looks like an old university tee, and when she turns around and spots you, she's got a pretty pink blush on her face. You wonder if she's been thinking the same thing.
"I'll be in the kitchen," she says. "Don't take too long..." And then she's gone.
After she leaves, you look up, suck in a deep breath, puff out your cheeks and exhale slowly through pursed lips. Despite what she says, you lay there staring at the ceiling for a while. The fuzziness in your mind clears and in its place come questions. What does this all mean? Are you a couple now? Can you even be one? And what about Hans? You pull a face. You don't want to think about that right now.
But... What about Elsa? It's obvious that this isn't a one-sided affair. It's obvious that whatever is between you is between you and that this wasn't just a night of fun. That she didn't acquiesce for your sake alone.
Elsa... likes you. Likes you likes you. And you...
You exhale again at the realisation, stomach curling tightly. It's impossible to say whether it's a good feeling or not, but now you've had that thought, it's impossible to ignore it any longer.
Pulling on your clothes from the night before, you wheel down to the guest room. Elsa's clattering in the kitchen, pulling out pots and pans, and you're curious about what she's going to make. Your phone's lying in the bottom of your bag, and you wonder for a moment if it's dead because you didn't charge it.
It isn't, because you'd turned it off, but you think you're going to pretend it is – pretend you'd never even turned it back on – when you see you have a notification.
There's a single message from Hans on your phone; it only came through about half an hour ago. It just says "whered u go babe", and you frown because he didn't even notice you were gone. And it doesn't actually sound like he cares.
You don't want to talk to him right now, so you throw your phone back into your bag and fish out your clothes. You're going to need to talk to him. But not right now.
You sort of want to take a shower because after last night you're not exactly... clean. But you also maybe like having Elsa still on you. You still take your time getting changed, appreciating the soreness of your muscles. Looking at the marks she'd left on your throat, your chest.
Your thighs.
It's ridiculous and possessive and you love it.
You change your underwear but you don't bother throwing on a bra because honestly? You probably won't need it today. And then you're rolling out into the kitchen where Elsa's making something on the fry pan. It smells like... pancakes?
"French toast," she says when you ask. "With some cinnamon and nutmeg. Although I can make pancakes if you want?"
"French toast is perfect." And it is. You hug her from behind, pressing your face into her lower back. She makes a happy little humming noise in response, and you just kind of stay there until she's grumbling half-heartedly because you're in the way but she also doesn't want you to leave.
It's not just the breakfast that's perfect (though it definitely is, because there's warm maple syrup and Elsa's made some sort of fruit compote and, your breath catches as you realise, fresh whipped cream). Elsa brings it to the table and it's hard to eat because you both keep glancing up at each other and smiling. It's so perfect, this energy that's between you.
There are... things you'll have to deal with. Things like Hans. But right now, what you've got here... you need to talk about, but you want to explore them. And it seems that maybe Elsa wants to explore them too. You want to see her, all of her, again and again. And not just physically. You want to hold her and hug her. You want to be her confidante, and you want to confide in her, too.
When you're finally done, Elsa takes your plates to the sink and you move to the lounge. The remote is still on the floor where you dropped it, and it brings a smile to your face. Elsa joins you not long after, sitting cross-legged on the couch, and she looks so young and carefree. Or well. Young. Not really carefree, not with the way she's gnawing at her bottom lip, nerves or something getting the better of her. You're nervous too, but everything just feels like it's going to be okay.
Reaching up, you cup her cheek, just to get her to look at you. You're smiling softly, but she isn't. Does she... regret it?
That makes you swallow.
"Elsa?"
"I have to tell you something," she says in a quick breath. You release her cheek, and immediately she looks at her lap.
Even with your blood now as cold as it is, you trust Elsa. So, swallowing your trepidation, you take her hand. "Hey, whatever it is, it's okay." The smile you give her is encouraging, but Elsa looks like she's about to burst into tears, or pass out, or something. "...Elsa?"
She opens her mouth, then closes it. Her fingers come up to her lips and her eyes fill with tears.
"I'm sorry, Anna," she says, in a choked sort of whisper. "L-last night shouldn't have happened."
Perhaps out of instinct, more than anything, your hand jerks away from hers. She... regrets it?
Of course she does. You're lucky enough to be her friend – sharing her bed was way out of your league, let alone anything else you might want to do. God, how stupid of you to think she'd want the same as you.
"I'm... I'm sorry, Elsa," you say, voice low. You blink back tears because you've had these grand ideas of a relationship, and she's still wondering how you ever pushed the limits of friendship with her in the first place.
But then she's reaching for your hand, grasping it with her two and holding it near her chest. "N-no! Don't apologise, Anna. I'm sorry. I- I shouldn't have let this happen. N-not because it's you, but... because it's me."
Okay, now you're just confused. You make no effort to hide it, and Elsa looks away.
"There are... things you don't know about me. I was going to tell you, I swear. I just wanted to let you get used to your new job first. But then you became my PA... and then my friend... and m-my feelings grew and I couldn't. I'm so weak, Anna."
She finally looks up, barely holding the tears in, and you don't even know why yet, but you feel like you're going to cry, too. "Elsa...?"
"I never thought we'd get this far. Never thought I'd ever have this chance with you, so it became a moot point, right? You- you're straight and you have a boyfriend and I'm your boss..." It sounds like she's starting to panic, and you grasp her hand again to make her calm down. Okay, so she wasn't expecting this. That's okay, you can figure it out together.
"Elsa, you're not making sense."
She sucks in a huge breath and squeezes her eyes shut. And then she speaks, the last words you ever expected anyone to say to you.
"Anna... I killed your parents."
AN: Ahhh we're sorry! (but also not because this scene has been planned since even before the first chapter. This was always going to happen :( ).
On the plus side, we can absolutely promise you with all of our hearts that this will end happy. That has also been planned from the beginning.
This hurts and they will get through it. You just have to trust us a little.