This is wrong. Wrong. It's wrong. So wrong.

Elsa pursed her lips and held her mouth tightly closed as she felt her sister's upon it. Anna held fast, however, grasping onto Elsa's shoulder's and gripping her firmly. With an awkward peck, Anna flinched back; staring hard into Elsa's terrified eyes.

My sister. Another woman. There's no purpose to this. There's no point. How do we contribute to the world's betterment if we are not reproducing and passing on our legacy?

'You are so stubborn sometimes.' Anna muttered.

'Sisters should not kiss like that, Anna. Stop it.'

'Make me.'

Elsa couldn't believe how indignant Anna was being. Had she ever outright refused to listen to Elsa in such a way? Was it another missing piece?

'Don't force my hand…' Elsa warned, implying that she would use her magic, if necessary.

'The only thing I'm going to force is your mouth to open.'

Anna did it again, kissing Elsa more adamantly than before.

Stop it…! I…I know this is wrong, but the more I feel Anna's lips on mine, the less certain I become of…of anything!

Anna bit at the bottom of Elsa's lip, and when the queen instinctively squeaked in surprise, Anna deepened the kiss, touching her tongue to Elsa's and entangling them with more affection than Elsa knew what to do with.

'Mm…!' Elsa heard her throat moan, and tingling goosebumps overran her skin, pricking against her night slip as she felt her mind swirling in dizziness.

Wrong…So wrong…But…!

Anna's hands lowered from Elsa's arms, tracing along her waist until they rested on her hips and holding with enough gentility to make the older sister shiver.

It shouldn't feel good, yet I…I do not dislike her contact with me…! If this is wrong, why does my body purr with acceptance? If this is against my newfound will and role within the world, why does every piece of my being reflect upon this moment with melancholic longing?

'Elsa…' Anna released Elsa's mouth, her face flushed and eyes in a daze of fascination. 'I'm…I love you so much, and I can't…imagine us not being together. Not after everything we've been through.'

Elsa swallowed, the taste of Anna's tongue lingering upon her own and teasing her with promises of more if she simply denied that which she thought was the "correct" course of action.

'We're…sisters, Anna…' Elsa slurred, her own fogginess of logical insight tampered with during the brief but intimate exchange.

'And best friends. And lovers.' Anna shook her head in frustration, tears lining the bottom of her eyes. 'We have been in love with one another since the beginning, Elsa. You remember, right?'

Elsa bit at the bottom of her mouth. She might not recall everything, but she simply couldn't deny the way her body was reacting. Not only that, but the missing collection of puzzle pieces in her mind were beginning to glow amidst the grander picture that was her life. Strangely enough, at the centre of her psychological mural, the absent segment glowed, and Elsa felt, if she squinted enough, she just might begin to make out the remaining picture. She already had her past, her parents, Arendelle, her magic, and her life as queen. However, at the centre of her universe, what remained to be revealed?

Looking into Anna's eyes, Elsa felt there was only one way to find out. She would eliminate all her doubt by actively engaging with Anna's plea. If she mentally rejected her little sister's affection after indulging in her proposal, then that would be that. Perhaps Anna would have to become queen, after all, and Elsa would serve the world as the fifth element and bridge between the spirits and mankind…as was intended.

A bizarre wave of déjà vu hit Elsa hard as she made this plan, a foreign puzzle piece revealing a fragmented image of her reading a letter inside the Enchanted Forest.

Shaking the scene away, Elsa fluttered her eyes and met Anna's with newfound resolve.

'I don't remember everything.' Elsa admitted sadly. 'But perhaps it is best I humour your outrageous claims and we close this discussion once and for all.'

'Elsa…?' Understandably confused, Anna tilted her head.

'Allow me, Anna.' Elsa went on, taking her sister's face gently and bringing their lips together again. This time, however, Elsa was in charge, and she felt the softness of her sister's mouth practically merge with her own. Was it normal that Elsa imagined she belonged with Anna in such a way? As if their lips had been purposely crafted to fit so perfectly together?

That piece…Yes. I…I told Anna I was in love with her. But…I veiled it in jest. It was…Right. At the beginning of the suitor selection ordeal. I was just beginning to come to terms with the possibility that I…

Elsa broke away, taking a breath. She then pulled Anna closer, so close their breasts pressed against one another's. It tickled. It felt good. It aroused Elsa with disturbing ease.

Another piece of the puzzle. Ah. I…touched Anna. I felt her body in front of a cursed mirror. I was…influenced. No. That's what I had hoped was happening. I drew pleasure from caressing my sister in an unacceptable manner. I…remember. I had never been so…stimulated…

Elsa moved her hands from Anna's face and placed them upon her hips, as her sister had done prior. She stroked the younger girl's sides while they continued to kiss, their mouths opening wider while the interaction intensified with Elsa's own tentative comfort.

'Mm…' Anna's adorable voice sounded, and it spurred Elsa forward, the mystery of her old life becoming clearer with every elevation of the act.

More. A third piece. Anna's and my first kiss. It was masked as "practise", but perhaps we both knew for certain, in that moment, it was anything but. I, at the very least, had realized I desired Anna above all else. She was the one I loved. I wanted to blame the mirror's curse, but in my heart of hearts, I was certainly more than aware that the chances of such feelings being artificial were slim to none.

Elsa allowed her hands to move up and cup Anna's breasts. The tiny, wonderfully sculpted mounds fit perfectly into Elsa's grasp; again, as if made that way. Elsa could feel her sister's arousal through the thin material of her own nightgown, her hardened tips difficult not to tease with tiny pinches and tracings.

'A-ah…Elsa. I-it's been a while. I'm…pretty sensitive.' Anna whined in a hopelessly adorable way.

Elsa breathed out with even more interest. She eased her sister onto her back within the bed, crawling atop of her and proceeding to knead Anna's chest. Her breasts were so cute, and the way they spread over Anna's body, despite being humble in size, as she lay down further piqued Elsa's desire.

A different piece. A more personal one but it still linked closely with the rest of the picture coming into clarity. Yes. I…I'm not capable of loving a man. I simply can't. Gerda helped me realize this. My desires were…are unnatural. My sexuality is…an anomaly. I've been a precarious position as queen of Arendelle since my inception. How cruel…

'I missed you so much…' Anna smiled, but it was an expression marred in pain. 'I thought we would never have the chance to be like this again. It was so hard…A-ah! So hard to even get out of bed…'

As if she wanted to cement her existence in Anna's life once again, Elsa embraced her sister so tightly she heard her gasp. Practically clawing at her back, a wave of emotion threatened to bury Elsa's notion of grace and elegance.

This was…love. But not just any kind of love; it was a love that transcended any semblance of reason.

One of the final pieces. When I confessed to Anna in earnest. During a dance meant to celebrate the near conclusion of selecting a suitor to become my king, I told Anna I loved her. Leading up to this moment, I had overcome my parents' death, my anxiety in relation to my powers, the terror of becoming ruler of a kingdom at such a young age. Yet, nothing compared to how frightened I was of admitting a truth I knew could tear me apart from the person I most valued in my life. I had tried to hide it – to deny it – but that proved more trying than anything before it. I had to let Anna crush any hope. It was the only way. And she did. Rightfully so. My little sister denied my twisted feelings. I was always a defect, in some manner of speech, why would this moment prove otherwise suddenly?

'Anna…' Elsa said her name, the syllables making her mouth quiver in familiar affection as she slowly began to understand the weight it held in her entirety. She held Anna even tighter, gripping her head and feeling her neck convulse as sobs slipped through her lips. 'Anna…!'

'I'm here, Elsa.' Anna whimpered, stroking her sister's hair with such gentility Elsa knew her sobs would only intensify. 'I got you back…'

'You did.' Elsa pushed up so she could take Anna in, her auburn hair laying about her face in almost a frizzy, untamed manner, yet she couldn't look more enchanting to the queen of Arendelle. Elsa giggled with a hiccup, touching her sister's collar, her neck, her ear, her face. 'You…you saved me.'

'Well,' Anna shrugged. Everything she did was so cute and irresistible. It was like Elsa was falling in love all over again. 'I sort of owed you and all.'

Elsa shook her head, bothered that the emotions welling up in her chest and heart could have ever been muffled to the extent they were. Unnatural? Pointless? Wrong? Sinful? What power did such judgement have in the face of the truth Elsa knew in the core of her soul?

'You…' Elsa rested her forehead upon Anna's, their eyes closing. 'You are the love of my life, Anna of Arendelle.'

She heard Anna sniff, evidently just as emotional as her older sister.

'And you have always been the person I want to spend the rest of my life with, Elsa; even if I have to go through the Dark Sea and Ahtohallan itself to make it a thing.'

The last piece required to finish the mural. The night Anna accepted my confession. Surrounded by the forest that laced the mountains encircling Arendelle, Anna returned my feelings, and we kissed with the infant understanding of how we truly felt for one another. After more than twenty years, Anna and I were finally on the same page, and we attuned ourselves to a life of complication, judgement, fear, and possible ostracization. Yet, none of it seemed to matter then – or even now – because denying the love we share…it would be like denying our very existences.

'It's you…' Elsa held Anna's face, her visage a reflection of the final picture at the centre of Elsa's universe, all the missing pieces clicking into place and reverting Elsa's mind to the glory it once was knowing that she loved Anna and Anna loved her back in every way humanly possible. 'Of course, it's you. Without you, there's a hole in my soul I could never hope to fill.'

'Elsa…!' Anna beamed, every one of her features Elsa's northern star in the darkness. 'You're back…!'

She knew. She could tell. Naturally, she could. She knew Elsa better than anyone ever could or would. Anna was Elsa's other half. The sun to her moon. The summer to her winter. Anna understood that Elsa now remembered everything, and their reunion, after an entire season of a void seemingly impossible to conquer, had finally commenced in earnest.

'I'm home.' Elsa reaffirmed, and the sisters embraced anew, a perfect eclipse of their personas entangled with unyielding affection. Tears of joy. Tears of relief. Tears of love that almost none could ever understand. But that didn't matter. None of it mattered, really.

Because I have Anna. She has me. And that is all I truly will ever need, come what may.

'Oh, man. I know I was talking a big game there, Elsa, but you had me totally freaked out for a hot minute.' Anna couldn't be any closer to her older sister, the two young women snuggled in bed, under covers, and practically embracing. Anna's legs, for example, were entangled with Elsa's, the smoothness of her skin both lovely and terribly tempting with even the tiniest shift from the smaller girl.

'Understandably.' Elsa confirmed, her one arm around Anna, enabling her to tickle her shoulder, or play with her hair, or trace little designs along her ear. 'I was not in my right mind. Your gamble, as tends to be the case, seemed to pay off, however.'

'Thank goodness.' Anna sighed happily. 'You still have any little gaps in that memory of yours, or are you starting to feel pretty good?'

'I won't claim everything is perfect, as of yet, but I feel infinitely better than I did. It's almost as if a fog has been lifted from my eyes. Indeed, I'm sure it was the previous Ahtohallan's influence.'

'Hm. I wonder if I'll have to keep giving you reminders about us…'

'I wouldn't precisely mind that.' Elsa kissed the top of Anna's head, and when the girl shifted to look up at her, they couldn't help but re-enact the motion more intimately.

Anna shivered.

'Ho-boy. Goosebumps on my goosebumps. Your kisses are something else. Seriously.'

'Really?' Elsa felt her cheeks burn a bit in embarrassment.

'Oh, yeah. You're like, sort of gentle, but then you lean into it near the end, and it just makes me want more and more.'

'Yours are passionate and pure.' Elsa reflected thoughtfully.

'Abstract much?'

'W-well, they are. Just like you. There's no ulterior motive? I'm not sure how to explain.'

'It's fine. That poetic, artistic side of you is nice when it's a bit mysterious.'

Elsa giggled.

'Oh? I suppose I'll continue such anecdotes, then.'

'Please do.'

Both girls laughed, and Elsa tightened her hold on Anna. They had been lying together for quite some time since Elsa felt whole again, conversing lightly, partaking in their chocolate-covered snack, and sometimes simply enjoying the silence with one another so close by. It was…nice. So simple, but so nice. Elsa wanted more from her life; and she wouldn't say she was completely opposed to the concept even now, but nothing could trump this feeling. Elsa had almost lost her relationship with Anna, and she understood now, above all else, that nothing compared to what she had with her little sister. She fulfilled Elsa completely and perfectly. The rest was just…adjustable.

Elsa glanced down during the beat of peace, her eyes chancing a peek at the collar line of Anna's night slip, her cleavage just barely peeking out from the piece. Admittedly, the kissing and touching from before was still on the queen's mind, her desires proceeding to infiltrate the innocence of this current scene. Now that Elsa knew what she and Anna once had, she wanted to celebrate their reunion in a slightly more…involved way. Was she out of line for thinking as much? Anna seemed perfectly content simply being close to Elsa, and while the older sister wasn't complaining, she wondered if she was always so…interested in such things. She had to take Anna's condition into consideration as well. After the feat she had recently accomplished, perhaps it was best to not think about forcing the girl into a situation her body might not be ready for yet.

'Oh!' Anna perked up suddenly, practically spinning in the sheets and sitting upright. 'Olaf! Elsa! Olaf disappeared when you did! Oh, my gosh!'

'W-what!?' Elsa blinked; her prior yearning immediately extinguished; possibly for the better. 'I…I suppose that makes logical sense, since he was directly connected to my magic, but…! Oh, Olaf!' Elsa shook her head in despair. 'Were you…with him when he…?'

'Yes. Definitely. It was…horrifying, to say the least.' Anna's voice shook during the recollection. 'But at that point, I was already going numb. I…I knew you were probably gone by then, and I tried to do everything I could for him before he disappeared. I mean, I managed to pack what I could of him in sort of a haze, miraculously, but the snow…I'm not sure where it went. I-I guess it might be gone…'

Elsa nodded slowly.

'So, you still have his arms, hair, nose, and buttons?'

'Yes! Yes, I do!'

'Okay.' Elsa touched Anna's arm lightly, rubbing it in consolation. 'Then there might be hope. As our little friend stated rather intelligently: water has memory. I have no doubt pieces of Olaf's snow melted into those objects you collected, thankfully.'

'Then we can maybe…!' Anna squealed.

'Maybe is the operative word, yes.' Elsa attempted to calm the excitement, because she wasn't exactly confident in the conclusion of her proposal. The last thing she wanted to do was lead Anna on with false hope. Olaf was exceedingly precious to both of them. He represented much more than even he might ever understand. 'Come the morrow, when my body has rested enough, I will do everything I can to resurrect our flurry friend. If I can extract even the smallest collection of memories from the objects you kept, we may be in luck.'

'Oh, Elsa!' Anna practically tackled Elsa. It was a little unexpected, but if it meant feeling Anna's body so close to her own, only thin fibres of material separating the sisters' forms, Elsa couldn't say she minded. 'If you pull that off, I'll be just over the moon!'

'All the more reason for me to try. Anything to see you happy.' Elsa felt Anna shift, as if she were about to remove herself from atop of her sister. Elsa held her in place, hands caressing her back all the way down to her hips, where the suggestive curvature of her sister's body tempted her. 'I'd prefer you stay.'

Anna laughed, cruelly giving Elsa a tiny peck on her lips.

'I can definitely do that.'

There was another moment of silence shared between the siblings, Anna snuggling into Elsa as her own hands wrapped around her waist.

'Mm. I missed this so much. So, so much.'

'Me, too, Anna.' Elsa gave the interaction a thought, more detailed memories playing into her considerations. 'But have you been taking care of yourself? You feel lighter…'

'O-oh.' Anna stuttered with a hint of shame. 'I mean, I sort of lost my appetite and stuff for a few months there so…maybe?'

'I see.' Elsa recalled her own initial moments of losing Anna to Devil. 'As much as I'd like to reprimand you, if I hadn't been informed of how to save you shortly thereafter, I likely would have succumbed to a similar fate.'

'Then you'd be in real trouble, because I have a pound or two I can spare. You, on the other hand? Yeah. You'd waste away to nothing, basically.'

'We hardly differ in size that much, Anna.'

'Pfft. Maybe not anymore.'

Elsa chuckled. Sure, Anna was somewhat more glutenous than Elsa in most cases, thus resulting in a slight difference in the sisters' measurements, but the queen hardly felt it was worth more than a passing thought.

'Regardless, it's only one of many things we need to work toward returning to normal.'

'Oh, boy. You're telling me. I'm glad Leonard gave us a second to reconnect and all, but the more I think about what we have to do in the coming days, the more stressed I'm getting. Knowing I'll have you beside me the whole way obviously helps, but it's gonna be a lot of work.'

'True…' Elsa was already running the scenarios through her mind when it wasn't distracted with thoughts of taking advantage of this privacy with Anna further.

'But maybe that's a chat for later, right?' Anna spoke up. Was she reading Elsa's mind again? 'Because we got this golden opportunity to just soak up our time together, and that's just what we're going to do! Let's bond it up!'

Elsa blinked in confused intrigue.

'Bond…it up? Is that a phrase I missed getting coined?'

'Nope. Because it just happened. You're the first.'

'How lucky for me.'

'You betcha!'

Elsa laughed, reminded constantly as to why she loved this girl so much.

'Your laugh literally makes my heart sing.' Anna complimented with a smile that gave Elsa a tight chest. The younger sister moved in for a kiss, and when Elsa felt her lips, she suggested her own desires with an interaction of encouragement, tracing the bottom of Anna's mouth with her tongue before they parted.

'Oh…! Naughty…' Anna stayed close, however, Elsa's petition perhaps taken for consideration. 'I…wasn't sure how you felt about it, but before, when we were kissing…' Anna blushed, her eyes darting about shyly. 'It was sorta…hard to stop, you know?'

Elsa's heart skipped a beat. Thank goodness. She was starting to feel like some sort of deviant again – well, one that was even more deplorable than she technically was in society's eyes.

'I do. I was also concerned about your health, so…' Elsa lowered her hands so she could feel Anna's soft bottom, kneading it until she felt the slip bunching up within her fingers, leading to a large portion of her sister's legs being exposed under the covers of the bed.

'A-ah…' Anna's eyes fluttered in obvious excitement. 'I'm okay. Really. So…d-did you…wanna? I-I mean, I know it's kind of soon, but…'

'Anna.' Elsa kissed Anna once more, but this time, she refused to hide her intent, opening her mouth wide with Anna's and allowing their tongues to touch. She then sucked lightly upon her little sister's, ending the kiss with a lingering sentiment of longing. 'I don't think I can wait a second longer. I propose we…er…"bond it up" with as much intimacy as humanly possible.'