AN: So a friend challenged me to a writing prompt and I kinda loved the idea so I ran with it. Several hours later and this is the result. NSFW, Mature audience only please. Read, review, all that jazz. Thank you for being an awesome audience!

I hadn't always felt this way. Once upon a time, when I was growing up, I'd never had to worry or consider the wandering eyes of others. After all, I was a normal, healthy redhead with a normal, healthy family.

So it came as quite a surprise when, during the day after my eighteenth birthday, that I began to feel...strange. Not in the way you might be thinking. I wasn't suddenly questioning my sexuality (proudly bisexual, btw) or dealing with an emotional crisis. No, when I say I began feeling weird, I mean that literally-physically.

I was out with my older sister, Elsa, whom decided to volunteer driving me around to the local college campuses to see which one I might be interested in going to once I graduated in two months. It was as we were walking along one of the courtyards that I first felt someone's eyes on me.

Literally.

It was like a warm caress slid down my cheek, the phantom touch slowly inching its way down my chin and over the line of my neck, settling eventually on the swell of my chest. I had dressed in a pair of tight-fitted jeans that cupped my ass-my favorite bodily feature, if I were honest-and a sleeveless pale green top with a moderately swooping neckline that hinted at the beginnings of exposed cleavage.

The sensations caught me so off-guard that I'd stopped immediately in my tracks, my gaze sweeping the area until I caught sight of a young college student sitting on a nearby bench, his lecherous gaze raking both mine and my sister's bodies. It wasn't until his gaze passed to my sister as she stopped at my side that I noticed the sensation had passed, only for it to return moments later, dragging its way almost intimately up my thighs and over my abdomen before settling again on my breasts.

I couldn't seem to catch my breath as the sensations roamed so sensually over me. It wasn't like I wasn't a virgin by any means, so I knew exactly what the heat running through my body meant, but the impossibility of it all was enough to have me turning quickly and continuing on my way. Elsa was questioning my odd behavior, but there was no way I could explain to her quite what was going on.

As we made our way through the open courtyards to the hallways of the next academic building, I had felt no less than three sets of gazes roaming over my body, each one sending a thrill of heat pulsing through me. I found myself panting, uncertain in the face of this curious-and admittedly terrifying-development. There was no way it could be real, I assured myself. I was just letting my overactive imagination get away from me. Obviously, people were going to stare after my sister and I, we were both attractive young women-Elsa far more so than I.

It wasn't until we'd settled back in at home that I finally got a minute alone to myself as I disappeared into my room. No matter what excuse I came up with, the feeling of those phantom sensations caressing my body everywhere we went remained constant. Every time it happened, I would search and usually found an admirer looking me up and down. Men, yes, but along the way I'd even found the gaze of a cute little brunette who blushed and turned away as soon as I caught her leering.

I should feel creeped out, uncomfortable. Realizing just how many people throughout the day had looked at my body with desire in their thoughts should outright terrify me.

Then why does it make me so fucking hot, I thought as my hands followed the same paths those phantom touches had trailed over my body. I was more than aroused, my panties were practically dripping and I hadn't even removed my clothes yet. The desire to explore my body was building faster with each pass of my fingertips over my clothed chest, grazing erect nipples through my shirt and bra.

I quickly found myself growing frantic as I realized the clothing was in the way, that it wasn't the same sensation. I needed that full contact! I was in the process of shedding my clothing when a knock sounded at my bedroom door, movements ceasing altogether as I realized just how lost I'd gotten in my little fantasy.

"Anna, it's time for dinner," came my sister's dulcet voice. I was just thankful she hadn't barged in the way I was prone to do when my sister was home.

"I-I'll be out in a second," I eventually replied, flinching at the rough sound of my own voice. I sounded like sex, clearing my throat a few times before trying again a little louder. "Just finishing up changing, be right there."

Elsa's feet remained shadowed beneath the door for a moment longer before she retreated. I really hoped Elsa wouldn't continue to question my odd behavior. There was no way I could explain any of this to my older sibling, no matter how close we had been over the years.

Feeling edgy from the interruption, I forced myself to change out of my sweat-soaked day clothes and into a new pair of underwear and a low-cut t-shirt, sliding a pair of 'too-short' shorts up my legs, as Elsa had commented on the regular. It wasn't like I had anything to be ashamed up. With my active athletics, my body was toned to perfection and I wasn't above showing it off, even if no one of interest would see me at our family dinner.

Laughing to myself, I made my way down the stairs just as my mother finished setting the table. The woman loved to cook lavish meals every time Elsa came to visit from college, and I was not about to complain when I felt absolutely famished from the day's strange events.

"So," my mother's voice interrupted my reaching for the first dish, "as you two know, tonight is your our anniversary." I blinked several times, honestly having completely forgotten. "After dinner we plan to go out for the night. I don't expect we'll be back before you both head to bed so don't worry about waiting up for us.". I smirked at my mother's adorably flustered face, finding it hilarious that the older woman still expressed embarrassment over such things.

"That's fine," I replied with a grin. "You two have fun."

It was weird, sitting down at the dinner table with my family only to feel their gazes 'touching' across my face and shoulders. I could tell there was no desire here as there had been with the men and women who were ogling me throughout the day. There was familiarity, a sort of gentle warmth that didn't sink as deeply as the more lecherous of gazes had, and I found myself luxuriating in the love of my family in a way I hadn't been able to before.

It was curious, then, that in feeling their gazes, I also sought them out with my own. Iduna and Agnar were conversing with Elsa off and on about her schooling, casting glances my way throughout to either include me or to simply remind me they were thinking of me. So it was while searching that I realized Elsa had yet to look my way even once since my arrival at the table.

We had been close for most of our lives, and while the distance of college had put a bit of a strain on our relationship, I couldn't help but wonder if everything was okay between us. I hadn't taken her leaving very well, when she'd first left for college and I had an empty room next to mine where my sister had once been. But I thought we'd reconciled those hard feelings long ago, or at least I had tried my damnedest.

Uncertain of how to broach the subject, I eventually found myself sulking into my plate, food pretty much forgotten. Even when mother brought out a scrumptious looking chocolate cake, I still felt my stomach turning over the idea that Elsa might be mad at me over something. It was irrational, I know, but I had never claimed to be a rational person when it came to my beloved sister.

I began to excuse myself before anyone could try to question my sudden reverie, claiming nausea only to feel the touch of my parents eyes across my forehead as they searched for signs of illness. It was strange, this expanding awareness I felt developing along with the intensity of the sensations, that I was able to pick out the specific emotions coming from the touches.

That was probably why I felt myself pause halfway to my feet, a wave of heat pressing across my partially exposed cleavage. I felt my eyes widen in alarm as the sensation passed just as quickly as it came, my gaze lifting to meet the continued concern from my parents. Elsa, on the other hand...

She was blinking rapidly down at her plate, an out-of-place flush tinting her cheeks red. No-fucking-way. There was absolutely no way that had just happened. It had to have been a fluke, some kind of residual sensation from earlier or something. Yet even as my thoughts stalled, I tried to be logical about it.

So far, for hours now, the sensation of people's eyes on my body had been creating a physical 'touch' to my skin based on the individual's intent. Even passing glances, I realized, had left some kind of imprint on me, from little kids glancing at my sister and I in the park we'd stopped at on the way home, to the old neighbor who'd smiled genially at us when we'd arrived in our driveway.

My mother clearing her throat brought me out of my sudden stupor, realizing I was standing halfway out of my chair. "Are you okay, dear? Do you need us to stay?" my mother questioned, concerned.

I swallowed my trepidation, i smiled shakily as I shook my head, pausing halfway through the action. "No worries, you two have fun." Hiding a devious smile, I held my stomach pitifully. "Actually, can you help me to my room, Elsa?"

Maybe it was because I was staring intently at the older girl, but I swear I could see her breath catch as her gaze cut towards me, then away quickly as she nodded. It was enough, though, as I felt her gaze linger for an instance on my face. It felt as if she had caressed my lips briefly and I felt my heart skip a beat. Is this for real?

Elsa avoided making eye contact with me as she came to my side, her gaze looking anywhere but at me as she took one of my arms and draped it over her shoulders, her left arm bracing around my trim waist. We made it upstairs and to my bedroom in quick order, but I couldn't help but feel a twisted sort of anticipation churning in my gut.

Why am I not freaked out about this? I mean, no one else could tell, but I was more than certain my sister felt desire for me. I just needed to get her to look at me one more time for more than a second so I could confirm it. Then what? I had no idea, but I was more than willing to stay the course and I couldn't be bothered to examine why.

We made it inside my room before I straightened, walking ahead of Elsa before I made my move, grabbing the hem of my shirt and pulling it over my head. And just like that, a touch more solid and real than anything I'd felt so far crashed into my back, almost painful in its intensity if not for the fact that my legs were nearly buckled under a wave of desire. The touch was everywhere, roaming from the nape of my neck, across the bare, toned muscles of my back, down to the waist of my shorts before traveling over my ass and down my legs.

My knees really did buckled this time as I fell forward, hands braced against the bed. Dear gods, this only made things worse as the sensations traveled to my inner thighs partially on display, a needy moan trembling from my lips. The sharp intake of breath from behind me had me shakily turning, falling back to sit on my unmade bed. Elsa was in the process of averting her gaze, the sensations trying to leave me but there was no way I was going to let this feeling end.

Thinking quickly, I reached behind my back to undo my bra, tossing it away as my gaze remained locked on Elsa's form. I could tell she was struggling, her eyes practically shaking as she stared ahead away from me. "W-What are you doing?!" she gasped, her voice trembling.

"What?" I asked casually, playfully baiting the older girl as I leaned back onto my elbows. Elsa's gaze flickered towards me before withdrawing entirely as she turned around to physically face the wall. "Can't a girl get comfortable in her own room?"

Elsa let out a gurgling noise that half sounded like she was choking before turning to the door, her intent obvious. "Wait!" I nearly shouted, not wanting this moment to end. I should let it end, I shouldn't be doing any of this, especially not with Elsa of all people, but I couldn't seem to help myself.

Elsa stopped in the doorway, her back still to the room where I sat. "I-I don't feel well," Elsa murmured over her shoulder. "I think there was something in mom's cooking tonight."

Grumbling, I clenched my thighs together to stem the tide of need burning within. "You're only here for a few more days," I complained, the whine in my voice very real despite my urge to lure Elsa's gaze back to my body. "Don't you want to spend time with me?" Low-blow, probably, but I was desperate.

"I-I..." Elsa seemed at a loss for words, her fists clenching and unclenching at her sides.

I soon realized I was going about this the wrong way. Sure, I'd gotten my confirmation of Elsa's desires, but it was almost painfully obvious that she was doing her level best to hide it. And I had to ask myself honestly, why isn't this freaking me out?! Was it because this was all so new to me, these phantom touches and sensations? I'd only had a few hours to really come to terms with everything happening to me. Add into the mix my potential college selection and graduation, this definitely shouldn't be something I should be wanting to take advantage of.

So why is it so fucking hot? Just thinking of Elsa struggling against the overwhelming tide of her desire, doing her hardest to hide it even as her gaze sought to linger...it was devastatingly arousing to me. Gods, I'd probably mount the girl if she so much as hinted at her feelings. Why? It isn't this intense with those strangers. It felt good, yes, but those passerbys had nothing on the raging inferno that was Elsa's desire.

Before Elsa could flee, I grabbed my discarded shirt and tossed it on, conveniently forgetting my bra as I rushed to her sister's back. Thinking for less than a second, I wrapped her arms around Elsa's waist, pressing my body firmly against the blonde's back. I was close enough to hear the gasp that escaped her lips, but I ignored it in favor of leaning up to her ear.

"It's okay, Elsa," I whispered, letting my breath tease over her ear. "I just want you to stay with me. Please?" I knew the 'please' probably wasn't necessary, but considering the pronounced shiver that traveled down Elsa's body, I was glad to have added it.

"Fine," Elsa eventually replied, voice controlled as she took another bolstering breath. "Just stop practicing your striptease while I'm in the room, okay?"

Smirking, I leaned in again to place a gentle kiss to Elsa's exposed neck. "I think there has to be someone to tease in order for it to be a striptease, don't you think, Elsa?"

Elsa grew rigid in my arms, and for a moment I feared she might leave. Then she turned in my arms, her hand coming up to rest flat against the middle of my chest. It was my turn to gasp, but before I could question her actions she had started shoving me backwards into the room. The click of my door closing behind her went almost unnoticed as I realized suddenly that I hadn't felt a single touch of desire from my sister's gaze.

Did I make it all up? I wondered, my heart skipping a beat. Was I just some twisted creep with subconscious desires for her older sister? After all, why would someone as drop-dead gorgeous as Elsa go for a jock like me?

I was in the process of a meltdown before I leaned back from Elsa's hand and looked up, my breath leaving me in a heavy woosh. Elsa's eyes were shut tightly, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips. "Y-You..." I started, but couldn't seem to make the words come out.

Elsa's smirk fell as a heavy weight seemed to settle into the air around us. "My awakening happened three years ago on the day of my eighteenth birthday," she spoke blindly into the space between us. "I had been hoping you would be spared this little curse, since neither mom or dad seem to be aware of it and your birthday was yesterday."

I swallowed hard as realization finally sank in. "So you...for three years..." Why couldn't I seem to form any coherent sentences?! It was all so confusing, but if what my sister was saying, she experienced the same 'touch' that I'd been feeling all day long.

Elsa nodded, eyes still pressed closed. "It is a constant awareness, in the beginning, but rest assured that over time you will gain the ability to tune it out as you will it. It took me months before I was able to quiet the feelings."

I had to swallow yet again, the lump in my throat nearly constant now. "So you know...that I know? That you-"

"Yes," Elsa cut me off abruptly, voice clipped. "I'm sorry, Anna. I never meant for this to happen, for these feelings to...you're just so perfect. You don't even realize how amazing you are." Her voice was growing more and more strained, but with every word she spoke, my heart seemed to thud that much faster.

Smiling, I reached up and brushed my fingers across her creased forehead, down across her temples until I was cupping her cheeks in my hands. "I can't compare to you, dear sister. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever met, and I say this having seen Maria Brink live in concert." Elsa's lips split with a surprised laugh, her cheeks bunching up beneath my hands at my little joke. "Seriously, though..." I hesitated, but really what was the use holding anything back at this point. "You've always been everything to me, Elsa. Since we were little, all the way through grade school, even after you moved away to college, you were all I ever thought about."

Elsa's brow was furrowing again, this time in what I could only guess was disbelief. "It's just the feelings coming off of me when I look at you, Anna. You can't mean that."

I felt my jaw drop a bit before clenching shut in irritation. "Don't presume to tell me what I do or don't feel! This is new to me, yeah, but this isn't some half-ass formed idea, Elsa." When Elsa's brow didn't clear and she still held herself stiffly away from me, I growled before stomping my feet. "Open yourself up, then, feel my eyes on you and tell me what I feel isn't true."

If at all possible, Elsa grew even more pale than usual. "I-I don't dare. I haven't used those abilities in years. And like I said, you're just feeling my desires reflecting back, it's not real."

Oh I was fucking livid. How dare she! Before I could think better of it, I had grabbed Elsa by her shirt collar and jerked her bodily against me, crushing my lips to hers. Despite the volatile approach, when our lips touched it was with a softness that was almost painful in its intensity. I'd only kissed a few girls in the past, and although they were good I hadn't let it go further. Yet this kiss was more potent than even my heaviest makeout sessions with any of my previous schoolmates.

I tried to pour every ounce of love and need I felt into that one kiss, but barely a moment had passed before I was awash in Elsa's desire. I could tell her eyes had flashed open the moment I'd initiated the kiss, and her absolute craving for me spread out over me like a caress. Luckily for my rapidly deteriorating brain function, she closed her eyes again, returning the kiss with fervor.

And gods it was perfect. The soft kneading of Elsa's lips as she tilted her head slightly, nibbling gently at my lower lip before returning again to press against mine...it was the single best kiss as to blow all others out of my memory for good.

Her tongue lapping at my lower lip had me gasping, and before I could recover, she had slipped in. Slick heat met scorching fire as she practically plundered my mouth, that agile little muscle finding its way to every hidden crevice I had before eventually withdrawing. My whimper drew a low chuckle from the blonde beauty as she pulled away entirely, our foreheads resting against one another.

I don't remember when my hands had made their way into Elsa's hair, but I wasn't above using that leverage as I attempted to bring her lips back to mine. Elsa's groan at the rough movements was enough to send a shudder through me, temporarily waylaying my aggression. "You really...you really do feel that way," Elsa's voice, rough with repressed need, held more than a hint of surprise.

"Well, yeah," I muttered, my gaze taking in every inch of my sister's beautiful visage. From long, impossibly thick lashes to kiss-plumped lips, Elsa was the definition of beauty. "Did you think I was so easy as to be moved by your desire alone? Come on, it's like you don't even know me."

Elsa smirked, then, a rather devious look about her as she leaned in to graze her lips across mine. "Oh, little sister, you have no idea just how hard it can be to resist. Just the brief glimpse I've gotten into your cravings has me practically salivating. I wonder," she continued, pulling her face away from mine to stare blindly above my head with a contemplative look about her. "Can you take the full effect of desire?"

I felt my pulse leap as I imagined just what she might mean. Or, what I hoped she might mean, considered the direction our conversation has been going and that heart-stoppingly perfect kiss. "I know I can handle you, my dear sister," I replied confidently, leaning in to nip at her lips playfully.

"Oh, really?" came Elsa's reply, and though I was going to respond to the challenge in her voice, I was suddenly and completely gone for several heated seconds. Without realizing it, Elsa had been guiding our movements the whole time, so when she stepped forward suddenly, I found myself falling backward onto my bed with an uncoordinated bounce. Then Elsa was on top of me as her lips returned crushingly to mine and I couldn't be bothered to think anymore.

The kiss, unfortunately, was short lived as Elsa rose up to straddle my thighs, her shirt disappearing before I even had a chance to blink. I stared in wonder at the sight of so much moon-touched skin on display for my needful gaze. Her body wasn't as toned as mine, but I'll be damned if she was filled out in all the right places. Her breasts, which had always been a bit bigger than mine, were barely restrained behind the purple lacey bra she was wearing, the twin swells of flesh making my mouth water and my fingers tingle with the urge to touch.

"Mmm," Elsa's moan had my thighs clenching several times as my entire body reacted to the sound. "The feel of your eyes on my body..." her voice tapered off on another soft moan as her hands rose slowly up her stomach to grasp at her heaving breasts. "Gods, you have no idea how much I've wanted to feel this with you. To have you look at me and have your gaze caress me." Her hands disappeared behind her back, and before I knew it the offending garment was gone, tossed away like the unnecessary scrap it was.

My gaze focused in on those pink peaks, watching in fascination as her nipples hardened before my eyes. Elsa let loose a wet gasp as her legs clenched around my thighs, whimpering as my sight touched upon those obviously sensitive tips. Unable to resist, I leaned forward, my mouth seeking and finding home as I took one of her nipples into my mouth. Gods, the sounds Elsa made as I physically touched her!

And just as suddenly as my tactile exploration began, it was cut short, Elsa's hand pressing firmly against my shoulders to pin me to the bed. She had yet to open her eyes, her lips parted beautifully as she panted her desire. "All in due time, little sister," she eventually said, voice vibrating with seduction that had my abdomen clenching. Gods, I had never been this aroused in my life, and we hadn't even lost our clothes yet!

"First," Elsa continued, voice stronger as she once again sat atop my rubbing thighs. "I believe a challenge need be met first."

"Ch-Challenge, sis?" I asked, confused and aroused beyond belief. I couldn't understand why she didn't just let me ravage her, or have her ravage me, or something. There needed to be more ravaging happening!

"Yes," she returned, voice dropping lower. "You think you can handle my gaze. I seek to prove you wrong." And with that, her eyes flew open and I was suddenly flooded with the fiery touch of my sister's desire. It started with a needy caress over my face, the sensation so much stronger than anything I'd felt from anyone else thus far. It was as if she'd grown an extra pair of hands, touch sprouting from every inch of flesh her sapphire gaze met with, heat and yearning burning a path through my body down to my groin.

It was torture, the way her gaze lingered on my lips, the sensation of our lips meeting mine without touching causing me to gasp and press forward into the phantom kiss. I didn't care what it might looked like, I couldn't help but kiss back against the want pouring in from Elsa's eyes alone. And lower and lower it went, leaving a scorching trail down my neck until it skirted the edges of my t-shirt. Not willing to wait, I practically ripped the fabric from my body, exposing my needy breasts to my sister's gaze.

Gods, the feel of that heat pressing in on my breasts was amazing! It had never been a very sensitive area for me sexually, but just having Elsa's gaze boring its way into my skin made me arch and cry out, more and more of that desirous heat filling my body only to pool between my legs. I could feel how soaked I was, the fabric of my panties and shorts causing an uncomfortable chaffing friction that I wanted removed immediately.

The shifting of my hips seemed to draw my sister's gaze lower, oh so slowly. The heavy touch of her gaze ghosted its way down my abdomen, slowing further to pay particular attention to my toned muscles before brushing lower. Gods, it was like Elsa was leaving a trail of explosive kisses at each pause, and for the life of me I didn't know how I was still in one piece!

I suddenly remembered I had hands, but they felt so weighted down that I abandoned the thought almost as soon as it formed. I felt pinned to the bed by my sister's desire, held in place by the feral glint in those slowly descending blue orbs. It was only as her gaze skimmed the waistband of my shorts that I finally found my voice.

"Elsa, please!" I begged, not certain what I was begging for but I was certain if I didn't get it soon I might actually die. Elsa's gaze flickered back to meet my eyes and for a split second everything seemed to pause, a strange sense of oneness with the blonde beauty flowing between us as the strange magic or whatever it was that caused the phantom sensations seemed to chime together. Then with several blinks, the moment was broken as Elsa returned her gaze to my shorts.

She took her time as she slid hey body farther down my legs only to insert herself between them. Her eyes had yet to fall below the waistband of my shorts and the absolute tease of it all had me lifting my hips to try and bring her gaze where I needed it the most. A flash of heat pulsing from my neglected core had me seeing white for a moment before a desperate gasp tore its way from between my floundering lips.

Oh gods, oh gods, oh GODS! It's like I said, I wasn't a virgin or new to sex but by all that was holy, unholy, and in between, this was indescribable! It felt as if a hundred fluttering wings were teasing and caressing along every nerve-ending my core possessed. I couldn't stand it, couldn't even begin to process the overwhelming pleasure of it all, all I could do arch my back and scream the ecstasy out through my lungs.

I was so caught up in the pleasure of it all that I hardly noticed it when Elsa removed my shorts and panties all in one go. My mind was awash in Elsa's all-encompassing desire, every synapse in my brain firing for one purpose alone and all I could think was Elsa, Elsa, Elsa!

I was so far gone that I didn't even notice when Elsa had removed her own clothing, but my eyes flashed open with a stuttered gasp when I felt that first wet press of our bare flesh meeting. Gods, Elsa was positively dripping! My leg was stretched up over her shoulder as she pressed her own core desperately against my own.

"Look!" Elsa practically growled, and I had no choice but to comply. I stared down at our meeting bodies at the same time Elsa returned her gaze to the same, the burning heat of our combined desires searing a path outward until the very tips of my toes were tingling with pure energy. We were held there, aloft in our shared pleasure, the intensity slowly building higher and higher as we ground desperately against one another. I was so close, I could feel it, taste it on the tip of my tongue, hear it in the thunderous beat of my heart, but it remained just out of reach, a frustrated cry tumbling from my gasping lips.

"Anna!" Elsa's voice was so low, so desperate I had no choice but to meet her gaze. And there, in that single moment of connection, all of the tension building up between us began to unravel, cresting and pouring over us like a tidal wave. It was the single most powerful orgasm of my life, my hands gripping Elsa's face as we held our gazes together, that connection the only thing keeping me together while my entire body shook and clenched with wave after wave of pleasure.

Elsa's own panting cries only fed my climax, ebbing and flowing between us both, feeding on and intensifying the overwhelming pleasure until it felt as if I would lose consciousness. Actually, I can't be sure if I didn't black out or not because it was only when Elsa fell limp halfway atop my trembling, sweaty body did I feel the pleasure finally begin to subside. Gods, that was like every orgasm I had ever experienced in my life magnified to the nth degree!

And so me being me, I couldn't do anything but laugh, my body completely exhausted and satisfied beyond comprehension. "Dear gods..."

A low chuckle from Elsa had her gaze lifting to my face. "You're telling me," she murmured sleepily, the touch of her gaze no less intense but thankfully muted after that brain-breaking bliss. "Gods, I dreamed of loving you like this, but I never thought in a million years I'd get the chance!"

I couldn't help the loving smile that lifted my lips, raising one hand to gently cup her cheek. "Mmm, I don't know if the gods have any thing to do with this, but I'll be damned if that wasn't the single most amazing moment of my life."

"I love you."

There was a pause, and we both blinked as the words left Elsa's lips, a terrified expression clouding her eyes. There was no mistaking those words as a sisterly, familial, kind of love. Elsa was in love with me, and while that might have concerned me once upon a time, I felt nothing but pleasure at the declaration.

I pulled her fearful gaze up until her eyes met mine, feeling that jolt of connection spring up between us, that sense of oneness once again taking hold of and joining our heart and souls.

"I love you, too, my dear sister."