Elsa had already replayed the scene a hundred times in her head when she watched the snow-golem version of herself enter Anna's room. She still wasn't exactly sure how Ahtohallan's magic worked. She seemed to be able to summon and dispel memories with enough concentration, but scenes also would appear without her effort. Was it random? Was it her subconscious? Perhaps Ahtohallan had a will of its own, perhaps the spirits felt there were certain things Elsa needed to see. Whatever the cause, Elsa had already seen herself walk into that room three times now. Each time, she refused to follow. She had come here to try to forget how she felt about Anna, not be tormented by the last time she had seen her.

But as she watched herself this time, she noticed how envious she was of the Elsa standing before her. This Elsa hadn't yet had her heart torn in two. This Elsa still had hope. Even though beyond that door she would find mostly pain, she would also find Anna. In that lonely moment that seemed worth it, and Elsa found herself wishing she could trade places with this past version of herself.

This Elsa gets to see Anna in that nightgown.

Elsa blushed at this thought, she had indeed played this scene over in her mind a hundred times. In her imagination however, events didn't always play out the same as they had in reality.

That night, it had taken Elsa hours of imagining and practicing what she would say, and a glass of wine, to work up the courage to enter her sisters' room. Now, her curiosity and loneliness got the better of her, Elsa gingerly followed herself through the door.

As she entered the room Elsa slightly laughed to herself as she saw the snow-recreation of her sister laying there. Her blankets were untucked and tangled around her. One leg was hanging over the side of her bed, and her arms were resting above her head. Her hair looked like a birds nest, and a slight line of drool went down her chin, as she snored in a deep sleep. Elsa couldn't imagine a more beautiful sight.

That night she had worked herself up to go in there to tell Anna everything. To tell her she loved her, that she was in love with her. To tell her that all the passion she didn't show her suitors, she longed to show to her. She had been nervous enough to vomit, the wine hadn't helped, but she also felt wondrously excited. She had felt like her whole life had built up to that moment, and she was ready to know what Anna thought, and to move forward. Most of all she felt a sort of relief. Relief that the last barrier between the two was about to be torn down, and that regardless of what happened next, there would be no more secrets between them. Elsa would finally be able to live up to her promise to not push her sister away anymore.

Elsa watched herself go over to Anna and start trying to express herself. She smiled as tears welled up in her eyes. As the two sisters looked lovingly at each other, enjoying the private moment, Elsa remembered that this was the last time she was happy. Even if Anna didn't return every part of Elsa's love, what she did return was pure and strong. It was beautiful.

It was when Anna dropped her blanket that Elsa's nerve had broken. It had taken all of her will power not to stare. Not to climb into that bed with her. Not to take her in her arms, and let her actions speak for her. But then she had realised how oblivious Anna was to her effect on her. No one, not even someone as bold as Anna, could have sat there in that state of undress in front of someone they had romantic feelings for, or thought had those feelings for them. Not without feeling self-conscious, or without some sort of plan for seduction. The fact that Anna happily sat there like this, and even seemed amused at how Elsa had reacted, told Elsa Anna truly had no idea how she felt. Anna probably didn't even consider that women, much less sisters, could be intimate. The idea hadn't even popped into her head. At this moment Elsa saw her younger sister as a sweet and innocent young girl, and it was her duty as the eldest sibling to protect her innocence from the cruel world and the perverted minds within it, that would seek to corrupt and use it for their own selfish pleasures. It was ironic fate that Elsa had to include herself among those she had to protect her sister from.

So, Elsa suddenly decided to tell her sister she had to leave. She cringed as the watched her past self awkwardly stammer and struggle to regain her composure. She hadn't practiced or prepared a speech for this, and Anna knew her too well to accept this easily. Worse yet, the way Anna had stood up and approached her like that… with that gown barely hanging on to her body, pushing herself ever closer, had made it difficult to think logically and clearly about how to explain herself. Most of the thoughts that were running through her head at this moment were not fit to be spoken aloud.

Elsa watched intently as the seconds she couldn't get out of her head played out before her. She watched Anna approach her, barely dressed and tenderly caress her. Had their bodies really gotten this close? Elsa thought maybe she had imagined it, that maybe her lust filled mind had blurred reality and fantasy. But here she was, watching Anna's put her hands on her snow-twins waist and shoulder. Elsa moved to just beside the two snow girls so she could better observe. In the moment Elsa had looked everywhere but at her sister. But now, alone in Ahtohallan, she took in every detail, her eyes tracing every inch of her snow sister's skin.

Biting her lower lip, Elsa let her hand run down Anna's back, her fingers tracing her curves as they went over her hips and thighs. She allowed her gaze to follow the opening in the top of Anna's gown. Her breath caught in her throat as she looked down at Anna's breasts, her nipples poking out through her gown as the cool air from Elsa's magic ran over them. When her hand came to the hem of Anna's gown, she ran the dainty garment between her fingers, imagining how easy it would have been to pull it off of her. The fabric had been so thin, that the snow version fell apart wherever Elsa ran her fingers through it.

She looked back at the face on past Elsa and laughed pitifully at herself. The barely contained desire painted all over her face couldn't have been more obvious if she had got down on one knee and recited sapphic poetry.

My god just look at yourself, Anna MUST have seen it, that look of naked lust. What could she possibly think of me now?

She watched as her previous self trembled under her sister's intense gaze. Elsa remembered every detail of this moment. Their bodies so close Elsa could feel the heat off her sister. Their faces so close, she need only tilt her head to kiss her. It took every ounce of her resolve not to give in to the urges pulsating through her body, and that resolve was rapidly crumbling…

"I'm FINE Anna!"

She hadn't meant to shout that quite so forcefully, but she had panicked. The sharp tone was as much for Anna as it was for herself, to try and break the spell she was under. Elsa was surprised at how easy she pushed by her sister, the young girl usually not hesitant to grab on to Elsa when she felt she was about to run away. Part of her had hoped that she would have stopped her, that she would have grabbed her by the arms and pinned her there against the wall. That she would have continued this… interrogation, until she had teased something out of her…

Instead, she saw her sister shut down. Anna was normally not one for passive aggression, or keeping things bottled up. Unlike her sister, she kept her emotions at the surface. Her opinions and thoughts would normally flow earnestly out of her mouth. So, when she threw herself in her bed and turned away from Elsa, it was clear she was deeply hurt. Elsa had gone in there to break down the barriers separating them and hopefully bring them closer. Instead, she left with an even greater gulf now between them.

Elsa watched her snow self leave the room. She was no longer envious of that past version of herself. The heated moment with Anna was now behind her, and her future was to end up here, watching the love of her life sob quietly. Elsa walked over and kneeled beside her sister's bed, she wished there was something she could do to comfort her.

"I'm soo sorry Anna. You don't deserve any of this." She said quietly, as a single tear slid down her cheek. She reached out to touch the hand of her sister as she continued.

"I love you, and I just want to do what I can to make you happy…" Elsa looked up, breathing deeply, trying to fight back tears.

"I… I just… just don't know what that is anymore…" She barely got through that last sentence before she finally started crying. She lay her head down on the bed and cried into the snowy bedding. She hated to see her sister in pain, but she also found herself unwilling to dispel the scene before her. It was rare Elsa was not trying to repress what was inside of her, allowing herself to freely feel and process every emotion, and she wanted to hold onto this moment for a bit longer.

So, she stayed like this for awhile. Contemplating what, if anything, she could have done differently. She watched her sister toss and turn in her bed, angry and frustrated, trying to fall asleep. She must have watched her shift position a dozen times, sitting up, laying back down, rolling left, rolling right, thrashing her legs about. Elsa found herself wondering what thoughts were going through her sisters' head just now. Was she as angry as Elsa feared? Would the emotional wounds Elsa inflicted heal before long, or had she finally found the limits of Anna's understanding and compassionate persona?

Just when Elsa began to think Anna had finally fallen asleep, she noticed more movement. But this wasn't the angry, sudden movement from before…. Elsa moved forward to satisfy her curiosity, the slow rhythmic movements under the blanket beckoning her to come closer. Anna's breath quickened as her face contorted with pleasure, a low moan escaped from her lips.

Elsa's eyes went wide, and she felt her pulse in her neck as the realization of what was happening set in.

This is wrong, I shouldn't be watching this. But she couldn't avert her eyes.

You need to end this right now, what would Anna think? But she couldn't bring herself to end it.

You came here to get over your sick obsession with your sister, not fall even deeper into the depths of depravity. But her hands didn't listen, sliding down her body towards the source of her anxiety, her head swimming with a desire that demanded attention.

Maybe if I allow myself this pleasure… This… one indulgence. Here, where no one has to know, Maybe I can satisfy my curiosity. Elsa thought to herself.

Was there any reason behind this thought, or was it simply a rationalization of her deprived mind trying to justify just one taste of forbidden fruit?

As Elsa watched her sister tilt her head back, and as the tempo with which her hand moved under the covers grew rapid, her mind became too clouded to ponder the question, and she soon found herself no longer able to resist temptation. Her hands trembling, she slowly peeled away the snowy blankets that were covering her sister.

Elsa exhaled shakily as she took in the sight in front of her. Was this really her little sister? She certainly didn't look soo innocent now. The bottom of her gown hiked up over the waist, one hand between her legs, the other cusping her breast. This Anna didn't seem like she needed Elsa to protect her purity. In fact, the way her hands so masterfully teased and played with herself implied she was far more experienced than Elsa at this. Perhaps she could teach Elsa a thing or two…

Elsa moaned as she contemplated how that might play out, her fingers poking their way into her warmth between her thighs. Elsa finally gave in fully to her desires, and she explored herself in the same way her sister did in front of her, imagining it wasn't themselves, but each other they were exploring. Pressure was building up inside of her, and she could see Anna was nearing a finish, her back arching and her eyes rolling back into her head.

Is it possible she is thinking of me? No… She can't be… Can she? What if she is? Maybe she wasn't so oblivious what was happening earlier. Maybe she too had felt the heat between us. Elsa thought, a small smile appearing on her lips.

Had she noticed my desires earlier… And not been disgusted, but intrigued?

A wave of happiness and pleasure rippled through Elsa's body at that thought. She could feel herself tensing up as she approached her climax.

Yes… Yes! She wants this too.

Elsa's breath and movements became increasingly rapid now. She leaned back and closed her eyes, her fingers working her towards the release she desperately needed. And that is when she heard her sister utter something that drove a dagger through her heart. In a breathy and aroused tone, she heard her sister moan.

"Kristoff..."