Equal Parts of a Whole

By: SheAlwaysDies

with MortisVenom as Story Consultant

Chapter 21 - Hot Water

*this story has content related to substance abuse*

Elsa

There were only five keys on her father's key chain. The mailbox key, the key to the garage, the front door, the car and now a simple silver one Elsa temporarily added only half a day ago. It had no shine to it, and even had a few dents. The teeth were worn, running her index finger over it proved that they had dulled. Elsa tried it again, the key entered smoothly, it turned slightly but reached a point where it didn't budge.

She wanted to curse. Her fingers were frozen, and there was a painful splinter, if not a few, embedded under the surface of her skin. The more she struggled the further down they crept. A scream was setting at the back end of her throat, she could feel it there like a ball of rolling energy, growing bigger the more she tried to suppress it.

Anna was on a call pacing the sidewalk. She was far enough away from the steps where Elsa stood that Elsa couldn't fill enough of the blanks to make out what her sister was learning.

"I don't know where we are." Anna was saying. "We're fine. We're together."

Elsa gritted her teeth. She swallowed the scream knowing that Anna's reassurances to Bulda would mean nothing if she did not keep her composure. She let it all out through her foot instead and kicked the side of the house. Sparks of loosened stucco spat back at her. It didn't make much of a sound but a look over the shoulder confirmed Anna had heard.

She started to make her way down the path closer to her big sister.

"You'll call me if anything changes. When you know more?" Anna climbed up the few stairs, running her hand along the guardrail, brushing off the powdery snow as she came to Elsa's side.

"I promise." Anna said, her head bouncing with a definite nod. With that she hung up. Elsa had overheard enough while they were still in the car together. Her father, no, their father, was at the hospital. He'd been conscious when Bulda ran into the room, at least for a while. Waiting for Anna to come to the car, Elsa had watched the lights in the hall illuminate and finally reach her father's old bedroom. All she had seen were shadows but she guessed the expression on Bulda's face when seeing her son, bloodied on the ground. When Anna came through the front door she let out the call of their names. They both ignored it. Elsa drove off before her kid sister had her buckle done.

There had been blood. Not at first, not until he was already down. The same thought that kept playing as Elsa drove out of the city resurfaced as Anna placed a cupped hand on her shoulder. Why didn't she stop?

He's bigger than you, Elsa reasoned, he's bigger than her. He had looked big, his board back covered Elsa's view of her kid sister. She didn't really see what was going on. She'd smelled the booze and heard her sister's pleas. When she'd pulled her father down, skin that belonged to Elsa and Elsa alone added light to the room. Was that why she hadn't stopped?

Even with her sister's corrections, she couldn't see her father, only her own monsters with faces which never faded in her memory and touches that made good things turn dark. Elsa had already let someone be that monster to Anna. She saw Hans' face amongst the others and took a swing as she reminded herself how deeply she'd failed Anna then. With only a few words, He's my father, she went from being a failure to just plain ignorant.

He was both their father? How had Elsa not seen that?

Anna's face was Agnarr's when she looked back at her clutching an old bedspread to her chest. Maybe not the details but the expression. Maybe everyone made a face like that when witnessing an attack. But she could not discount the similarities, not when in an instant so many things began to make sense. That's when she noticed the blood. Both faces were contorted in the exact same way, except one was bleeding.

It clicked then. There was someone to blame for all this. If her sister had been by her side then maybe loving her would be easy. Elsa would care for Anna in the same way she tended over Margo. When she ran her fingers through Anna's hair, it would be to style simple braids, and not to elicit a moan. Their father had set Elsa up. He made it feel logical to be so twisted. She was so curled up into herself, it was no wonder that she couldn't see any other way forward but deeper into her delusions.

Her father was the culprit. He had made missing Anna turn into something perverse. It had been weeks since that word made its way into Elsa's thoughts. She'd reached acceptance, she'd stood a fricken church and decided her love was better. By chance Elsa was still, and would likely always be, so knotted. This didn't change that. She wouldn't know a step back from Anna even if her sister was running away. The person that would judge Elsa the hardest had set her up to fall into Anna.

Depraved. She would show her father depraved. It was his dumb luck that the hockey stick cracked or the news Anna shared would be far more dire. Stitches, probable concussion, severe at that, MRI results pending but as Bulda put it maybe promising. Apparently Agnarr was looked after quickly at the emergency room, but wasn't all there, he hadn't yet been able to speak to the police. Pabbie was wise enough to not relay any of his assumptions to the uniformed officers. Other than assuring that the girls were physically well, Bulda refused an account of events from Anna.

"She says she won't call my social worker until after I've slept." Anna finished. She was holding herself now. Her hands ran the length of her arms a few times. Even with Elsa's parka on it was still deep into Canadian winter. The layers mattered little when they were outside for so long. Elsa took a deep breath and tried the door again with no luck. She did so a little more delicately, trying her patience now that Anna was watching.

Elsa looked over at her apologetically but Anna's eyes weren't on her. They traveled along the eaves of the house, and circled the ground and back up the steps, her curiosity absorbing details.

"You want me to try?" She asked once her gaze settled on her big sister.

"I got it," Elsa gritted her teeth. She had struggled earlier, but her giddiness ate up her annoyance. When she reached back at the now frosted metal of the key it burnt her bare hand a bit. With a hiss, she pulled it back into her chest.

Anna instinctively reached out to her. Bringing her own cold hands over Elsa's. She took in a deep inhale not to allay herself but to urge Elsa to do the same. The blonde just glared and pulled her hands away.

"Ouch," she exclaimed involuntarily. She wanted to laugh that a splinter was causing her pain, the irony not lost on her, considering her father was in a hospital bed.

"Let me see," Anna cooed. There hadn't been a single thing that came out of her mouth in the last while that wasn't controlled or calm, not since the bedroom, when she was anything but.

Elsa gave up the flesh wound. Anna accepted the open palm in one hand and waved her other up in the air to trigger the motion sensored light again. The string of red and green Christmas lights was apparently insufficient.

"You have a huge splinter." Yeah, I know. Elsa's mind spat but she folded it back inside her. She had a neat pile of emotion tucked away, maybe if she was strong enough she could keep it there building, waiting for the right time to lash out. As it stood Elsa would do it all again, protect Anna. She'd been mistaken but she would never take it back. No, not when things could have been so much worse. Elsa needed to order all her darkness, let it rebuild in case there was another moment she would have to call on it.

She tried not to squirm as Anna took it upon herself to deal with this minor problem, outside, before the sun was even out, on a cold Christmas morning.

"It's really in there… if I could just—" Anna ran the nail of her thumb along the length of the wood, squeezing upwards on Elsa's middle finger. "Almost."

Elsa watched the tip of Anna's tongue skirt out of her mouth only to be stopped by a bit of pressure from her teeth. There was something soothing about the concentration wrinkling her kid sister's brow. It sort of felt like a promise, that everything would be fine. If things could feel normal for a moment, while they stood in the cold, Elsa with dots of blood on her work clothes, then the sisters would be alright.

Anna's eyes flicked up and met Elsa's. The reflection the blonde saw of herself there was not of a monster. She watched her own face soften. It would all come down on them, of that Elsa was sure, but Anna's eyes seemed to be offering a delay to what was to come.

They might have reached an agreement. With that, Anna yanked her sister's finger again holding it up as if trying to find the light. She pressed back down and scowled. Seemingly undeterred, she applied pressure with both hands. The pain was local and sharp but it stopped mattering to Elsa as Anna brought the digit down and into her mouth. Elsa felt Anna suck back. Her sister's tongue joined the efforts.

"Anna?"

"Hm?" Elsa felt the redhead's voice from inside her.

"Can we forget what happened, for just a little while?" Anna shifted the finger so that only the front of it settled between her lips. It was the sole warmth Elsa felt on her body.

"I have something for you, and it wasn't supposed to be like this. It was supposed to be good and I just want it to be good, like you deserve." Anna nodded as her mouth slacked. Her lips rounded into a kiss, her eyes shut as she held the small part of Elsa close for a while.

"We can try," she agreed as she loosened her hold. It was Elsa's cue to take her hand back. Anna showed Elsa her teeth. The blonde couldn't really make anything out but judging by the slight smirk on her sister's face, the largest of the splinters was in between them. "My phone is still going to be on sound though."

Elsa accepted Anna's answer with a shake of her head and held up the keys. Anna took them and tried the door. The knob rattled for a bit until a satisfying pop gave them entrance.

"Watch your step, there's stairs almost right away." Elsa cautioned as Anna pushed through. There wasn't enough space on the landing for both of them to remove their boots. Elsa waited in the cold a little longer. She directed Anna down and locked the door behind her once inside.

Anna took to exploring. The staircase went straight down and met with a wall. Anna looked back at Elsa for a moment as she chose which way to go.

"Is there anyone here?" she called back as she chose the right.

"Nope."

Elsa waited at the bottom of the stairs watching Anna peak into the bedroom without turning on the lights. She opened a door to a linen closet and stared at its emptiness more than she did the bed. The third door was the bathroom. She actually went in. Elsa lost sight of her as the light switch flicked on. The redhead spent a max of five seconds inside before pushing passed Elsa to check out the other side of the hall.

"You know what this reminds me of?" She called out from the living space. Elsa imagined her in the middle of it. Instead of trailing her, she went into the washroom and turned on the hot water in the sink. It burned her cold fingers as she let it steam. She cupped her hands and let the water build before splashing it onto her face. Bent over the sink, she took in handful after handful of the heat, willing herself to create the moment she had worked so hard for.

"That apartment mom and I had near the bus depot, you know the one?" Anna was saying. Elsa could hear her pacing the space.

"Yep, where each unit took turns hosting parties and I met my first boyfriend, if you could call him that." Elsa straightened up as she responded. Her eyes caught the mirror. She was still wearing the headband that was forced onto her by the more festive of her coworkers. It somehow still sat neatly in her hair, while the rest of her looked like it had been run over. She yanked it off and tossed it onto the counter. Anna joined her again, locking her eyes with Elsa's reflection.

"Oh, yeah. Him. Sorry." Elsa turned around and gave her sister a forgiving smile. Anna wasn't wrong. This place was just as much of a shit hole as anything Iduna had been able to supply. Yet it wasn't the house that Elsa was trying to surmount. She wanted to make Anna a better home. Here, she would keep Anna safer than their mother ever could.

"What do you think?"

"I love it." The response was slightly forced. Elsa shrunk into herself a little. Especially since it looked better in the dark than it had a few hours ago when she put down the damage deposit and first month's rent. Anna read Elsa's dejection and pounced into the room. She grabbed Elsa's hands and tried to correct course.

"I've never been to an airbnb. Here I thought with how raunchy you can get, you'd be more of a motel type." She was trying to bounce her eyebrows but failing to capture any allure with the expression. Elsa replayed the words. Anna hadn't understood.

"No, this isn't an airbnb. It's a rental."

"I don't know the names of any of those sites." Anna brushed off the miscommunication, still feeling like she needed to do damage control. It was working but not in the way she thought. Her voice was cheaply thick with innuendo. "How many nights did you get us?"

"I signed a lease today, Anna. Six months." Anna's head bounced back like a startled turkey's might.

"What? No, it's furnished." The disbelief showed in her face as she stepped away from Elsa. She pulled her hands into herself.

"There's a bunch of foreign workers that come to work the factories and warehouses here. Most rentals come furnished. The landlord lady lives upstairs. It's been vacant for a while. I talked to her two days ago and she returned my call saying she'd give me the keys if I paid immediately. We sorta saved each other's Christmases." Anna listened intently, she seemed to want the explanation to last longer as she let silence build up between them.

"We live here?" She asked eventually, dumbfounded.

"Yes."

"Like, we live here?" Anna looked over her shoulder, there wasn't anything other than a long wall to see from the threshold of the bathroom.

"If the social worker approves it. Then yes." Anna stepped back into the hall and moved through it again this time slower. The bedroom was her first stop. The lights turned on. Elsa followed.

"This is your room. You're supposed to have your own space. I'm hoping it counts, cause the other bed is a Murphy bed in the living room. It's the only grey area I can think of. When the office opens again, I will have my record of employment and a pay stub and a lease and I will win custody of you." Anna wasn't looking at Elsa as she explained, so the blonde made sure each one of her last words hit.

"We live here?" Elsa nodded when Anna spun around. For the second time Anna pushed past her big sister to explore. She was moving quickly, eyes bouncing from detail to detail. Not that there was much.

The walls were bare, and either painted off white or in need of a wipe down with a bleached cloth. The windows were up high in classic basement style, but Elsa had been assured they were egress and therefore a safe size. The living space was all open. Basically just one decent sized rectangle with the outdated kitchen cabinets shoved up against the furthest wall and a small island facing out to the round oak dining table in the center. The tan refrigerator and electric stove sat side by side, placed behind the table instead of closer to the counter tops. They were in the centre of the space, a strange focal point.

The other side was crammed with one old chesterfield, sporting an intense enough floral pattern to hide three or four decades worth of stains. Opposite that was a large hutch, and at first glance looked like a large entertainment unit but was really just hiding a bed, where Elsa would tell the social worker she'd be sleeping. The fake tile vinyl flooring ran the entire expanse of the place. It was faded in colour yet still in good shape everywhere but where the legs of the Murphy bed would open up. It made obvious markings, the room would be eaten up once it was opened.

Anna was staring down at the marks, taking those in too. Once she was satisfied she honed in on a floor lamp. She pulled the beaded string and added to the growing number of illuminated lights, and, Elsa's utility bill. The redhead abruptly turned around and went on into the kitchen giving it the same attention. She was quiet. The only sound she made was from the uneven breaths that escaped through her nose. Eventually Anna was looking up at the popcorn ceiling.

"We live here." It wasn't a question, so Elsa didn't answer. Looking up made it easier for the beads of tears to follow gravity down her temples. She brushed them away quickly. Elsa took a step closer to her, she could tell that Anna was absorbed. Seeing her sister get upset kicked in the need to soothe. But Anna put out a flat hand.

"I think I need to put this on hold for a sec." Anna's voice shook. Instead of dropping her hand she brought it to her face. She held herself with her palms digging, from what Elsa could tell, a pained expression into herself. She held that position for a bit. All Elsa could do was stand and stare. Anna's fingers were locked tightly into each other, there wasn't a gap between her two pinkies. Anna was well hidden even though her entire body showed off its exhaustion, the distress.

Her little sister pressed her fingers slightly under her brow, pulling the skin on her eyelids as she started to rub down the sides on her face. She left streaks of wet on herself as she changed the orientation of her hands. She settled with her fingers over her mouth as if baring herself from speaking. Elsa tried not to look at her so expectantly. In another parallel life when Elsa took longer coming home this Christmas, Anna would be bouncing on her toes at the unveil, her hands would be on Elsa's chin pulling her into a kiss. At least that's what Elsa had pictured every step of the way that led her here.

"Okay." Anna said through her fingers. "We like, really live here."

The sec Anna needed was over. It might have been just a show but Anna had seemingly decided to put her whole heart into the performance. She gave her hands a shake, maybe to rid herself of some of the lingering effects of cold, or maybe it was part of forgetting for a little while longer. But she clicked back to being the calm sister that had made sure Agnarr was taken care of before she left him behind, squeezed Elsa's knee every once in a while as they drove in the start of a snowfall, and hadn't raised any questions when brought to a strange sort of run down house in a old neighbourhood.

She walked the circuit around the kitchen island. Her eyes jumping to a loose sheet of paper she had eyed up without processing before. She picked it up, reading the first line aloud with a smirk.

"Plates, times two." She looked up at Elsa. "Well that's crossed off." Taking the few steps into what was the kitchen area, she opened one of the top cupboards. It was empty. Her fingers walked over to the next, best two out of three, Anna was greeted by the two plates and them some. She shot mock surprise at Elsa and then looked back down at the list.

"Bowls times two. Yep, got those. Coffee mugs, two as well. Yep. Water glasses times four?" Anna's sing-song way of reading halted to look at Elsa questionably. She'd started a sort of game, akin to the swishing sounds cat owners make to lure their kits out from under the bed.

"You'll always leave one on the bedside table." Elsa supplied her reasoning. Practically all of Anna's body moved in affirmation of that astute observation. Something about Anna holding the list of things Elsa had wanted to buy and have ready for a big reveal, that was never going to happen any more, made a pressure lift from Elsa's shoulders. As if the hardest part was over, and it happened without having everything in place, without having dusted the blinds or having a soap dispenser in the bathroom.

"Pots and pans. Crossed off?" Anna opened a few more cabinets, including under the sink but didn't find the items in question.

"Pabbie says that's what they got me for Christmas, so that I can cook at the dorms come fall. I think they'll be better used here." This time Anna's head nodded two long and slow bobs as she processed what that meant. Elsa wasn't planning on going to University. Anna faltered a bit and looked down at the list picking on the pen still on the counter.

"Well we don't need a microwave, looks like ones included. And a toaster, Elsa, what are you an amateur? You can do that in the oven. Just set a timer. Cutlery isn't crossed off. Do we still need forks?" She was brushing off the small declaration Elsa had just made, and Elsa was just fine with that. They were meant to be prolonging the crash after all.

"Anna needs bras and panties. Wow, that gets a full sentence. Are you buying me lingerie?" Anna pointed the list at her sister and waved it around. Her lips pursed as she playfully scolded Elsa. The language in her body, that had been somewhat forced, started to ease into the jest.

"Well have you seen your underclothes?" Elsa crossed her arms defensively.

"You certainly have been looking. You do know that you put your kinks on this list before, let's say, food?" Anna walked over to the refrigerator and popped it open. There was nothing inside save for a freshly opened box of baking soda. Out of the few things Elsa had managed to do between getting the keys, going to the store and heading out for her night shift was clean the refrigerator. "Such a horn dog Elsa."

The seeping cold of the fridge was cut off by Anna slamming it shut. They were on opposite ends of the round table. Anna side stepped closer to Elsa. Her eyes locked on her big sister. Anna had done a pretty decent job at brushing her tears away. The blush that heated her cheeks now took away from the red in her eyes. She didn't look at all unhinged, or broken, as if she'd choked out all thoughts other than ones of a table between them.

"I only went to the dollar store." Elsa supplied as she took a step of her own, closer to the kitchen, furthering the distance.

"So no bed sheets?" Anna said with a devious smile, they were next on the list.

"It was the fancy dollar, with the stuff that costs four, but no, the beds are Queen sized. I didn't get us any bed sheets." Each sister continued their waltz around the table.

"Well that could get messy, but with two beds, there's always another to escape to when we're through." Elsa's breath hitched. This was new. The tension she was familiar with. It had one day appeared between them and made the air thick when they were close to another, as if their breath couldn't mix. It pointed out a divide between them and begged it to be snuffed out. There wasn't a touch or kiss they'd shared that wasn't in that air. But to turn that tension into words was hard to swallow. It pressed down at Elsa, making her knees feel weak.

She suddenly felt sheepish. She was making jokes about the dollarama and Anna was making them about sex. Elsa knew what she wanted to say but wondered if her voice could cut through the weight in the air for it to have the desired effect. The cocky look on the redhead's pleased face was a little too encouraging. Elsa wanted to knock her kid sister down a peg.

"Not in that raggedy underwear, I don't think so." They both took another equal side step. Elsa was closest to the bed in question. Anna's back was to the kitchen island.

"Naked then?" Anna trumped. She stepped clockwise, but Elsa countered her. Anna's wide eyes and wicked grin noticed right away, she'd been outsmarted. She tried to turn and run the other direction but one sharp pounce had Elsa's arms locked around her middle. The redhead's back was folded over and pressed into Elsa. She was squealing, her graceless limbs flailed, and her chest vibrated with laughter.

"Undressing you is too much work," Elsa's teeth spoke into Anna's shoulder. With a squeeze the bigger of the sisters lifted the other, swinging her body over and half on the kitchen island. Anna caught herself with flat palms, her face a few centimetres of the pseudo butcher block counter.

"Elsa," Anna husked. "What are you doing?"

Elsa answered her sister with a hand snaking under her t-shirt, finding the underwire of the redhead's bra and flicking it over. She twisted the already stretched out material and gained access to Anna's breast. It effectively silenced her sister's mirth and replaced it with a mewl.

"Christening the place," Elsa's voice deepened as she pinched the nipple in her hand. She took a strong stance behind her sister, wasting no time by running the waist of Anna's jeans.

This was more of what Elsa had originally pictured for this interaction. She felt a bit detached from the motions. Any thought of excitement was immediately coupled with the sound of the hockey stick breaking wind. Anna's body was squirming under Elsa's grasp. The curved of her back pressed her ass into Elsa's pelvis. The movements were calling Elsa to feel her desire more than her guilt.

Yes, when Elsa did the walk through of the suite she'd been full of fantasies. This was certainly not something she let herself think when she was meeting her landlord. However, when she returned from the store there wasn't a wall that didn't seem like a good place to press Anna against. Elsa focused on that anticipation. She used that fantasy to forget.

"Oh," came a fully surrendered sigh as Anna had a hand meet Elsa at the rim to her jeans. Elsa dove down behind the cotton underwear as her kid sister flicked the button of her jeans open so that hers could follow. The pads of her fingers ran the length of Elsa's roaming. While the blonde dove into the closest warmth, Anna kept going. She entered herself.

Anna was leaning into it, she was letting Elsa know it was okay to leave their monsters at the door. Maybe she didn't want this space to be tainted, Elsa hoped. Maybe she saw the same vision Elsa had, a safe haven for the sisters, a place they could just be.

"Fuck," the eldest sister's voice called out a moan she had to suppress every time they shared touches. Elsa almost lost her footings as Anna's heavy panting rang out at the same rhythm of their rocking hips.

"Oh God, Elsa," Anna gasped as she dropped her forehead onto the counter. The arm holding her up was shaking. It wobbled like a tree in heavy winds. "I'm not going to last very long like this."

"We don't have to stop when you cum anymore," Elsa reasoned. It was Elsa that had to pick up the pace to match the way Anna fucked herself. Passing Anna's wetness between each other from under the redhead's pants was driving Elsa mad. The fat of Anna's ass kept ramming up against Elsa's crotch, the impacts had her faltering. This is not a huge deviation from the more standard touches they had exchanged, but it was swelling Elsa up with ideas, desires to explore any and all possible ways to make Anna scream.

Because there was a scream building within Anna. Looking down at her, Elsa could see her sister's body ready itself much like a dragon would when swelling up to blow fire. The surprise came when the scream was Elsa's name. Anna pulled fingers out of herself needing her hands to catch her convulsing body.

Elsa still had to make her point. They weren't done. She didn't let go of her sister's breast as she pushed into her chest, urging her upward. Anna was still moaning, feeling her circuits relaying pleasure down to her toes. Standing, Anna was unable to manage her own weight. She arched her back dropping her neck on Elsa's shoulder. The blonde was still in Anna's pants, while she'd slowed her touch, she hadn't stopped.

Her little sister stretched out, her arms came over her head like she often did in the middle of the night when she fell into deep sleep. They dropped down, draped back, elbows up, her hands finding Elsa's hair. She was purring with eyes shut, rocking into her sister. She seemed completely satisfied. Her satiation lasted only a moment. As Elsa brought her lips down near her collar bone.

Anna was far too soft. Her heels weren't doing much work to keep her up. She wasn't worried about standing, only feeling but readily accepted the renewal. Elsa wasn't done. She shuffled back a bit. She grazed one of the chairs and it rang out as it scraped the lino floors. Anna yelped, jumping back a bit and laughing. She caught Elsa off guard, causing them both to stumble further.

Elsa's back crashed into the wall. The extra support was all she needed to take back control of her movements. She picked up her own pace here. She was amazed at how wet Anna was after having cum. She replaced Anna inside of her, pushing in deep. Anna's spine thrashed. She slammed backwards. Elsa bounced off the wall and back at her sister. She held her down with the fat of her thumb and used the strong hold to massage Anna's clit.

The redhead's moans came out erratically, sighing louder when she grew fond of a particular touch. She whined sweetly at the speed in which Elsa's pulsed her finger inside her. Her breath hitched with a rolling pull on her breast. Anna's fingers were still in Elsa's hair, nails scratching and pulling at her big sister.

"Ah, God. Elsa this is- Oh. God." Elsa chuckled. Her sister's reactions had her own nipples hard and built up wetness comparable to Anna's. She'd never felt so good. It was freeing to have something that slayed whatever demon. It might have made her one to fuck her sister but there was so much worse waiting for her on the other side of this orgasm. She held onto all the good with her rough fingers.

"Elsa, stop." The command jarred Elsa. She took her hands back as if the heat coming from her little sister was suddenly fire. Anna spun around. Her eyes were veiled by her eyelashes. She was smiling sweetly as she pressed herself into Elsa's front, liking the feeling she changed it to a shove.

"I want to try you Elsa." Anna slurred having no idea the fear she struck in Elsa with the use of the word stop.

The pull on Elsa's stomach was not desire. She tried not to let her hesitation show. She didn't quite falter but it didn't matter. Anna knew then. She bite her bottom lip, a slight flash of her own disappointment rearing, only to be snuffed out by her lips dropping over Elsa's. Elsa poured herself into the connection. She wanted to convey her want of Anna.

The fear she had of being touched was likely unfounded; Anna only had good to offer. Elsa hadn't given Anna many chances to make an advance. Certainly that was why she had asked so abruptly. Her tongue was telling Elsa that it was okay. The blonde tried to believe her.

Anna's kiss was as hungry as her swaying body. She'd been tethering the edge before her sudden turn. At this point all Elsa would have to do was blow and Anna would cum. Elsa knew the redhead would be spent. Even if she did still want to touch Elsa, she would be too far gone in the weakness she'd seen overtake her sister after their trysts.

Elsa pulled back. Anna's brow furrowed for half a second. Her worry quelled as she read Elsa's mind. She nodded affirmatively, letting go of her denied request. Elsa let her back fall flat on to the wall and slid down it. She shifted onto her knees and hooked her thumbs on the front loops of her sister's jeans. Anna's panties came down with the denim. Elsa could see her excitement drenching her. The blonde was aware she had one touch left before her sister folded. Anna dropped her hands on her sister's shoulders knowing exactly that. Elsa helped brace Anna by gripping a hand on her ass, the other traveled up the skin of her thighs and stopped where her curls did. In one hit, she plunged inside of her kid sister and pushed her tongue deep into the wet. One lap, one squeeze, one thrust, and Anna was undone.

"Argh!" The disdain came from not knowing what to do with her weak body. Anna let go of Elsa's shoulders and tried her balance with the walls.

"I was wrong about the bed thing, we can just take the floor right?" The redhead panted.

Elsa had to crawl out from under Anna. Her muscles felt sore. She wasn't used to this sensation. She knew she'd surmounted 24 hours awake after not getting as much sleep as she needed, mostly due to a lot of what the sister's had just done now. Even the good things that had happened in between weighed on her.

She stood up. Instead of pulling her sister into an embrace she left her with her face pressed into the wall, to open up the bed. Elsa had gotten the tutorial from the landlord, after the latches were open she braced herself to catch the heavy piece of furniture. Once it was down, Elsa heard Anna take three steps forward then lurch on the bare mattress.

She belly-flopped and then curled into herself, it felt like an invitation to spoon. Elsa crawled onto the bed, consciously averting her eyes as to not pick out any of the stains. The mattress was yellow. It was covered with stitched diamonds and flowers with brown pedals. It was scratchy anywhere her skin came in contact with it. But it hardly mattered, not when her hands found spots under Anna's shirt and felt the softness there. Elsa, did however, pull up Anna's pants for her to save her butt from the hoarse material.

"We never have to call Bulda back if you never fall asleep." Elsa had noticed her sister's breath become shallow.

"Having more and more sex with me is just gonna get me more sleepy." She countered but her voice confirmed that she was slipping away.

"We'll play a game." Elsa suggested. She shook her sister with her entire body. Anna hummed and then drew out a long sigh.

"Truth or Dare?" Anna was famous for giving the worst dares. Elsa knew now why she'd sighed before she supplied the game. It was time. With their legs hanging off of an old mattress, feeling as content as they were likely capable of, Anna chose now to stop forgetting.

Elsa felt safe so she picked, "truth."

"Where'd you get all the money for this?" Elsa inhaled. There were worse truths, Anna at least knew most of her methods.

"A bit of cash I'd gotten from Pabbie ages ago. Tutoring, or I guess exploiting Mer. Buying booze for underage parties. My new job. Stealing prescription pills from people's parents and having Megara sell them, including my own father's drugs too." Silence fell. Anna controlled it. She let Elsa sit in it for a long while.

"Truth or dare?" Elsa knew Anna was in control of this game. She wouldn't be getting a turn to make the same offer.

"Truth." Elsa answered quickly.

"Does it change anything?" It sounded vague, but Elsa was pretty sure what her sister meant to say.

"That we're full sisters?"

"Yeah." Anna answered softly.

"Everything. Everything between mom and me. And with my father. But nothing between you and me." Anna shifted her back closer into Elsa. Elsa knew the answer didn't sit well with her. It was surely true for both of them in regards to their already fragile relationships with their parents but it also always bothered Anna how unforgiving Elsa was.

It wasn't lost on Elsa that the reason Anna was snuggling in closer was because she was relieved that it wouldn't change things for her big sister. Maybe Elsa should have been offended that Anna might think of her love to be more fragile than it actually was, but she'd only just started trying to prove herself to Anna. Elsa wasn't lying. Incest, she barely let herself use that word, was incest. Blood was blood. But that was also true for love. Love was love.

"Truth or Dare." Elsa felt it slipping away. Anna started to itch her face as if the little piling threads were pissing her off. The crafted bliss was wearing off.

"Dare."

"Elsa, we should keep this up. It's not that bad. It's not going to be that bad." Anna stopped trying to settle her discomfort and reached an arm down, grabbing Elsa's outer thigh and giving it a squeeze.

"I said dare." Elsa doubled down.

"Elsa, please." The pleading was real. Anna wasn't whining. Forgetting was certainly over.

"Dare."

"Fine." Anna growled. She lifted her head looking at the barren basement. Her gaze stopped at the far window and lingered. She turned in Elsa's arms and caught her eyes. "One last chance."

"Try me."

"Go jump into the snowbank in the yard." A pause. "Naked."

Anna was far too confident in her reply. Her smile was smug. She thought she'd won. Elsa shot up straight. Her body groaned but she didn't listen to it.

"Hey," Anna called out to her as her own sluggish body reacted. "Elsa, you aren't actually supposed to get out of the bed."

It didn't take long for Elsa to get to the stairs. Her shirt was tossed off and down the hallway. She unclasped her bra as she took the stairs. It made no sound when she threw it over her shoulder. Anna had caught it.

"Elsa don't be ridiculous. Come back to bed." Anna's tone was unamused but it wasn't strict either. At the top of the stairs Elsa turned and looked at her little sister. She bowed down to pull off her jeans and snapped back up. Elsa stepped out of them and kicked them towards the redhead. Anna growled, suddenly taking Elsa's actions a little more seriously.

"You're not being funny. Please come back down, we need to talk." Elsa snapped at the elastic of her panties and then rolled them down her legs. She balled them up in her fist and whipped them down to the floor next to her feet. She turned on her heel ignoring Anna's pleas.

The wind bit when she opened the side door. The sun was coming in orange and purple. There were no clouds to muddy its rays. Soon it would shine into bedrooms and kick start Merry Christmases. Elsa took a step into the cold. It didn't immediately feel so bad on the concrete of the steps. She walked on her toes, and each time they hit the ground the chill grew exponentially. Her body twitched and tried to convulse. Her muscles wanted to curl up into themselves, like spiders did after being stepped on, but she forced confidence and she started to climb the black iron guardrail.

"Elsa, don't!" Anna was right behind her now, still inside the suite. "That's enough."

The old railing wobbled under her weight. She either jumped up and over or she went back into the basement but she didn't have time to rethink. Elsa would readily accept any pain over the looming fear she'd carried with her for weeks. This sense that Anna might not pick her. It had only intensified after what Elsa had just done to their father. Even if Anna did, would it even matter? She'd assaulted a man. At any moment charges could be pressed against her. She'd lose all hope of having Anna and the little dream they just pretended to share would be futile. To make matters worse, a tox-screen on her dad would have him lose custody too. Anna could be in the system by the end of Christmas Day.

Elsa leapt, she let her body twist as she fell into the piled up powder. It was deeper than she thought it would be, still her back did impact the ground. Her head knocked onto the dried up dead grass. The disturbed snow fell over her. She was completely coated.

It felt good. Elsa knew it wasn't supposed to feel good. She was supposed to be screaming and wildly trying to get her footing and run back inside. But Elsa was fond of liking things she shouldn't. She had accepted that. She had fought for it. She didn't want to play truth or dare with Anna because if she had her way, she would dare Anna to stay or to admit that even with everything Elsa had done wrong, she was still the better choice. Anna had been let down so badly in life, that her broken and disturbed sister was her best bet. It hardly seemed fair.

It was oddly comforting to be surrounded by so much cold. It muffled the screaming of her name. Anna's angry panic was approaching. Elsa stayed still and let the snow numb her. Before Anna could fall in trying to pull Elsa up, the blonde gave up and pushed herself out of the cold.

"Jesus Christ!" Anna was sobbing. She reached out for Elsa, draped her parka over her shoulders and started rubbing her down as she pulled her sister back into their suite. Elsa followed lamely, her head hung, her teeth clattering. Anna rushed Elsa into the bathroom and turned on the shower.

"What is wrong with you?" She was repeating. Elsa didn't say anything, they both knew the answer to that question. Elsa obediently stepped up into the water. Anna hadn't made it too warm. There was no burn as the cool water fell down Elsa's face. Anna stood there with a hand on the hot knob and another testing the water. She very very slowly added more warmth.

She'd stopped talking and was just looking past Elsa, shaking her head. Elsa curled into herself, rubbing water into her goosebumps. When Anna pressed her palm on Elsa's shoulder, she listened and sat down into the tub. She rested her cheek on her knees and locked her fingers with her feet, which still had her grey wool socks on them.

"You're scaring me." Anna lamented. She dropped herself onto the toilet lid and caught her heavy head with a closed fist, her elbow resting on her thigh. She shut her eyes.

"I'm sorry."

"Just tell me when you're out of hot water."

The warm water didn't last long. But Elsa stayed in the downpour. Anna was breathing lightly. It was impossible to tell if she was awake or not without asking her. Elsa watched her for a while. She had this gift of looking so calm and put together. But Elsa knew better. She'd chosen to ignore it coming into this home, but Anna was not well. The brightness people saw in her was just a glare from her coat of armour. On the other side of it was pain.

Elsa was sitting in all that she had to offer, in everything she'd worked for, cheated for and it fell so short. Anna deserved better. There was only one thing left to give. Elsa looked down at her body. Her skin was still flushed from the extremes in temperatures. She was so insanely white all her veins were mapped out on her legs. She had always hated that. They webbed like cracks in the ice and were proof that she was fractured on the inside.

It felt like such a last ditch effort to offer Anna something as vile as her body but Anna wanted it. Maybe she would feel as powerful as Elsa did when taking Anna with her own hands. Maybe it would carry her forward for what was to come.

Elsa turned off the water. She reached out for her jacket and tried to use the inside fleece to dry herself off. It was mostly futile. Even after wringing out her hair as much as possible, each bead she brushed off was replaced. It was still better than nothing. The furnace was on, blowing hot air. It would do the job eventually.

Elsa put her hand on Anna's and rubbed her knuckles. The redhead lifted her head, her sleepy eyes drooped down. It was hard to remember she was only fifteen with a dreary face like that.

"Let's get to bed." Anna nodded her head as she stood up. Elsa's hand wrapped itself around her little sister's. She turned off all the lights as they made it to the bed in the living room.

Elsa passed Anna her t-shirt and she balled it up and shoved it under her head. Elsa did the same with her jeans after she lowered herself parallel to the redhead. She'd grabbed the only dry jacket and covered her bare body with it.

Anna's eyes were shut. Her hands were tucked in prayer position under her cheek. Her eyes, brows, and mouth were linear. She didn't really have a readable expression on.

"Are you warm enough?" She asked her big sister.

"No," Elsa answered, the chill she did have wasn't really bothering her. With a whisper she added, "please touch me."

Anna's lids opened to reveal searching eyes. They crawled all of Elsa's features looking for something, whatever had changed. "I thought you didn't-"

"I dare you."

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Hi FFN folks. I just wanted to let you know that there will be two more chapters left in this fic. She's coming to a close. I'm really excited and sad and nervous about it. I hope you guys like it. Please let me know what you think in a review!

PHEW! It's been a long journey. Thanks all who have been here! EEeee. Off we go!

Nostalgic Guest: Hi, I had a lot of experiences to draw from. I probably should have written the smell of an old house like that ha! I was excited about your comment over Anna being a spare. I felt that too with that song! Thanks for your comment. I wish I could dry your eyes ^^ I really appreciate it.

Spanish Guest: Pues, mi español tan poco es muy bueno pero soy nacida de Guatemala. Entendí sobre la brujería! Jajajaj! Disculpame pero no tanto porque así me gustan, bien angustiada/os. Pero yo fui la que supuso emocional en pensar que están hablando de mi fic. Si quieres dejar otro mensaje es español está bien. Espero que te guste el final.