Sisters Forever
Rated: T
Summary: What if Anna didn't feel the same way about Elsa as Elsa did about her? What might she do?
Elsa Summers sat down for her first class of the morning at Arendelle High School. She was a senior, but not popular by any stretch. In fact, her only real friend was her younger sister, Anna. She was a year younger, popular but pure of heart, and outrageously gorgeous; or, at least Elsa thought she was.
In fact, as the platinum blonde misfit sat down, she was thinking about her sibling. Having a few minutes before class started, she pulled out her journal and scribbled her musings onto paper. I wonder what Anna's thinking about. Hopefully me. Maybe one day I'll get the courage to finally tell her that I'm in love with her. She doodled a smily-face and a heart in the margin and couldn't help a ridiculous grin from crawling across her face as slyly as a ninja but as blatantly as a heard of stampeding elephants.
"Hey, weirdo, what're you smiling about?"
As quickly as it came, the grin dropped from Elsa's face. She panicked and tried to hide her journal as fast as possible. Hans was nothing but bad news. He was the school bully, popular only because he had a nag for making fun of anyone smarter than him; which includes pretty much anyone with half a brain.
Elsa was too slow. The prick yanked the little book chalk full of her deepest, darkest secrets right out of her hand with an annoying, victorious smirk on his face. "Let's have a looksie, shall we?"
"Give it back!" The girl tried to snatch her property from him, but he pushed her back down. She scowled and clawed at his arm. "Stop!"
"You're getting quite defensive. What's this, your diary or something?"
Elsa's face must have given him the answer he wanted. He opened it up and began flipping through the pages, reading her soul greedily.
"No! Give it back, that's mine!" Maybe if Elsa had friends, someone would have helped her. In that moment, she felt completely hopeless and terrified. He's going to see something, he's going to find out... She began to hyperventilate, a panic attack encroaching, she could feel anxiety choking her. If Anna were here-
"Oh no," Hans laughed. "Oh my god, is this serious? It is, isn't it?"
No no no! This can't be happening! Elsa wanted nothing more than to run and hide forever, to bury herself in the ground and never see the light of day again. She had to suppress her mangled, knotted stomach. "Please, Hans..." Her voice was sadly pathetic now, like an abused puppy looking for any human compassion it could find.
"You're in love with your sister, Elsa!?" He purposefully yelled to make sure everyone in class heard.
Elsa shrunk in her seat, she couldn't even think, she was so embarrassed and mortified that her stomach felt like stone grinding on stone. She could feel the burning of thirty pairs of eyes on her, judging her, hating her. She hugged her arms to her chest.
"Of course, no one will believe that with just my word, I'll be keeping this." He wiggled the diary in his hand. "You know how gossip travels through school, right?"
One last attempt to recapture her diary failed and landed Elsa on the floor. She began to cry. Her eyes burned, she wanted nothing more than to have someone she could completely trust to talk to, to comfort her and tell her it'd be alright. But that one person was normally Anna, and Hans would be damn sure she learned the truth, along with every other student in his path. She's going to hate me... Elsa choked down vomit and curled into a ball. She had to settle for silently sobbing.
"Okay class, let's begin." The teacher, Mr. Wesselton, walked into the room as he spoke. "Hans, Elsa, back to your seats, please."
Hans smirked and once again taunted the crying girl with her book of secrets. "I'll be seeing you at lunch, freak."
Elsa couldn't take it anymore. She was only two classes into her day and the flames of gossip had already enveloped the entire school like a wildfire. Everyone was talking about her, glaring at her, and harshly judging her for her taboo attraction. Stupid phones with picture messaging. Fuck you, Hans.
As if responding to a queue in a play, the platinum blonde's phone buzzed. Her heart sank like a halved ship. The only one who would text her was Anna. The girl gulped and looked down at her phone.
The text read "is it true?" From Anna.
Then another popped up. "Elsa, we need to talk." No no no, this is bad, what do I do? I can't confront her, she'll hate me! I- I- Elsa was becoming overwhelmed. She had to get out, she had to run.
So she did. When the bell for lunch finally rang, Elsa bolted as fast as she could with her textbooks. She ignored the students pestering her in the halls, she didn't flinch at the teachers hollering at her to stop. One voice did, however, grab her attention.
"Elsa! Wait!"
Oh no, Anna! The platinum blonde picked up her pace, she couldn't face her sister right now, maybe not ever. She sprinted away with tears splotching her textbooks as the red head tried to keep up.
"Elsa, please!"
She didn't know where else to go, so the unpopular student went straight home and into her room, locking the door after herself to ensure that she didn't have to face her demons. They were massive and mortifying. Anyone would have chosen to run from those beasts. Elsa hugged herself tightly and allowed herself to begin crying loudly.
Seconds later, an impressive thud shot out from the door as Anna plunged full force into it. It didn't budge, though. Elsa's heart stopped and she froze like a deer in headlights.
Anna was determined to get through to her sister. "Elsa, open up, we need to talk!" She rubbed her shoulder.
When there was no response, the red head somewhat aggravatedly sighed. "Elsa, come on! You always run from your problems!"
Again, only silence responded.
"Ugh!" The red head slumped against her older sister's door.
Nothing.
"What has running ever even done for you? It never solves anything! You're gonna have to talk to me eventually!"
"Go away, Anna!" The voice was shaky.
"No! Open this- this stupid door, I just want to talk!" Anna kicked said portal in frustration. It hurt her toes. She eventually slid down, back against the wood. She collected herself and in a softer, more apologetic voice admitted "I'm sorry I yelled at you, Elsa. I don't hate you." She waited several seconds for any indication that her voice was heard, but was disappointed. "Elsa, I don't mind. We just really need to talk." Her voice was calm now.
At long last, after a tense moment of quiet, there was a click as the platinum blonde fearfully unlocked her door.
Anna was so startled that she had to take a moment to regain herself. "Oh!" She tentatively pushed the door open and walked slowly in, as if Elsa was a frightened bunny that would run at the slightest movement. Well, she is scared, who can blame her. Her older sister wouldn't meet her gaze.
"Let's sit." The red head grabbed Elsa's hand and guided her to the bed. The platinum blonde shied away from the contact. That was unusual. They had always been close, very close. Elsa sat next to her and looked shamefully at the ground.
"It's okay," Anna said, placing a gentle hand on Elsa's shoulder. The older girl flinched, but Anna made sure to maintain the contact. "I'll do the talking." A tear fell from the blonde's nose. Anna had the impulse to wipe it's remnants away, but decided it would shake the delicate balance of the situation. Her heart raced as she began to speak. This was awkward for her, too. "I guess I'll just be frank about it, okay?"
Her only confirmation was a slight nod. Elsa wasn't sure she could take blunt. "Okay, um," Anna bit her lower lip, choosing her next words carefully. "I don't really- I... It's okay that you're in love with me because, well, I-"
For the first time, Elsa shot her head up, looking straight into Anna's eyes. Sky blue eyes filled to the brim with innocently naïve hope and premature joy as the older girl interrupted. "You- You feel... the same?"
Anna deflated. "No, Elsa. That's not was I was gonna say." She felt absolutely terrible for getting her sister's hopes up, like she had just stolen candy from a child an eaten it in front of them. It was a sickening feeling that the strawberry blonde abhorred.
The joy in Elsa's eyes grew sour, replaced swiftly by tears. She got up to flee again, but the younger girl caught her and pulled her back. "No, you're not running, we aren't done here."
Weekly, the platinum blonde nodded, sniffled, and wiped salt water from her eyes.
Anna really did feel bad. "What I was going to say is that you're my sister and my best friend and I'll love you forever, Elsa, no matter what. I'll always be there for you, okay?"
The statement was wholehearted and true to the letter. It helped ease Elsa's pain a little bit, but still the weight of knowing Anna would never love her in the way she wanted crushed the platinum blonde like a witch under a pile of boulders. She croaked "Okay."
They sat, unmoving for a long time. Anna didn't know what to do, and Elsa was too scared to cry into her shoulder or initiate any sort of interaction. Finally, the younger girl couldn't stand sitting idly by while her older sister took on such a draining internal struggle. She looped her arms around Elsa and pulled her tight. "It's okay," she whispered, "it's okay."
The older girl clung to her sister for dear life, fingers blanched as she pressed her tear-ridden face into her sister's shirt. She loudly began crying and repeating "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," over and over again. She let it all out while Anna gently rubbed her back and consoled her for nearly thirty minutes.
They sat quietly, Elsa still hugging tightly and Anna still holding her close. The strawberry blonde felt good. She had successfully maintained a healthy relationship with her sister and best friend and helped her a huge amount. I think...
A thought crossed Anna's mind and she blurted it out before thinking about the ramifications. "Is this why you've never... you know, kissed or even dated someone?"
Elsa's face turned beat red and she pulled away, once gain finding great interest in the carpet. She very shyly, very quietly said "yes."
The red head swallowed, a sapling of an idea planting itself in her mind. I don't want to lead her on, but I don't want her to feel so lonely... I want her to know what it's like. That'd be good for her, right? The truth was, Anna had no idea what was best for Elsa in that moment, she just felt horrible about the whole thing. "So, you've- you've been dealing with this for years?"
Thoroughly humiliated, Elsa nodded.
"So every time I come to you about some random guy, it hurts you, doesn't it?" The realization made Anna want to kick herself. How could you do that to her?
Once more, Elsa confirmed with her head. "But- but please don't feel bad. I- I don't m-mind listening to y-your problems. As long as you're happy, I'll be o-okay," she sobbed.
In that moment, Anna wished she was lesbian, because then she would have fallen so abruptly and so deeply in love with Elsa that it would have left her concussed. Instead, her heart flooded with a torrent of emotions, ripping her insides apart. She's always been so sweet and caring...
But she wasn't lesbian, and she wasn't in love with her sister.
"Do- do you want to kiss me?" Anna almost fainted as she spoke, which was, once again, without thinking.
Elsa sharply turned away, the red head could feel the heat of her blush even at an ample distance. Barely audible came "yes."
Don't you dare lead her on.
Anna used her hand to turn her sister's head towards her. The older girl didn't fight, but still shamefully looked away. "You have to understand that it doesn't mean anything, and the love I feel for you is completely platonic."
It was clear that Elsa understood.
The younger girl's heart raced. Am I really gonna do this? Is this good for her? I want her first kiss to be meaningful, and real... This isn't real. Am I stealing an important experience from her? "Okay, then kiss me. Just once."
Elsa stared blankly back at her. The gears were working at full capacity in her head, trying to wrap themselves around what was going on. "What?"
"I just want you to know what it's like." The younger girl was about to apologize and recant her request, but her sister spoke.
"Oh." She seemed to ponder the idea intently. Finally, after a long time of looking down and thinking, Elsa met her younger sister's gaze. "Really?" Her voice was hopeful and genuinely excited, though she obviously tried to hide it.
"Mhm. But remember, just once, and nothing is going to come of it, okay? Like really, you gotta understand that." Are you actually about to give your sister a pity kiss? Yes because she's the most important person in the world to you and she has to be happy. After watching Elsa think about it for such a long time, Anna decided that if Elsa agreed, it was what was best for her.
Staring in disbelief, Elsa said "Oh- okay."
Anna's heart raced like a trained horse. She nodded, closed her eyes, leaned slightly forward, and softly puckered her lips. For a long time, she was left hanging, not knowing what to expect, doubting whether Elsa would follow through with it. This is crazy. Her stomach buzzed like a busy bee hive.
The platinum blonde gazed blankly at her crush's puckered lips. She had wanted this for so long, now it was happening, even if it didn't really mean anything. She could see her heart ramming in to her ribcage and felt butterflies fluttering around in her confused stomach. The world felt like a dream, like it wasn't real, nothing more than the elaborate workings of her imagination. Elsa closed her eyes gently and leaned in. She didn't really know the proper way to kiss, so she just puckered her lips like Anna was doing.
Then, it happened. They made contact. Elsa's lips were so soft and shy. They barely touched then began to recant, but Anna stopped her. She needs more than a peck. She pushed lightly into Elsa's lips, kissing back a small amount, but being careful not to over-do it. The older girl responded, returning the action, unpracticed as the motions may be. It was sweetly innocent.
Although she wasn't aroused or otherwise excited by the kiss, it was still strangely soothing to Anna.
A few seconds later, they parted. Elsa fiddled with her fingers in her lap. Her heart had all but killed itself, her stomach felt like taffy being stretched on a machine. Her eyes weren't quite working, and no sounds existed except for the rapid rush of blood through her ears. Intense fires scorched her cheeks blood red. She was surprised she hadn't turned completely into charcoal. Unsure of what to say, she whispered "thank you."
Anna grinned and hugged her. Elsa was shaking. "Of course. After all, you're my very best friend." She considered what to do for a moment, then had an idea. "Hey, let's watch a movie, like we do on Friday nights."
Still blushing wildly, Elsa spawned a dumb smile. "Okay."
"Great!" Anna chirped. She grabbed the remote to her sister's TV and got all the way into the bed. "Come on!" She pulled Elsa in next to her and huddled cozily up to her like they always did.
The platinum blonde shyly rested her head on her sister's shoulder and tentatively wrapped her arm around her stomach like normal. She wore a bittersweet smile because she knew she'd always have Anna by her side, but not in quite the way she hoped for. She had her sister's love, in one form or another, and that was better than nothing at all.