"I've been wondering for a long time. How do you untangle it?"
"What makes you think it's untangled? I don't have curly hair, you know? This bun should be smooth and shiny…"
Anna pointed dejectedly at her disheveled bun while I couldn't take my eyes off the loose lock that fell down her bare neck.
"I like it."
"Sure…"
"I mean it."
Anna looked at me beautifully rosy and brushed a part of her already long bangs behind her ear.
"Not bad yourself with your hair this longer, you know? It gives you a wild look."
"And, is that a good point?"
"It is for me."
She gently brushed the bangs out of my eyes and sweetly kissed my lips.
The weeks had passed, and Anna and I had been learning to get around quite easily in that place that seemed less and less new to us and more of a home than any other in which we had lived.
The production of water was constant, after many trips to the island, we managed to find enough variety of food to keep us without losing weight. We both gained muscle mass as a result of the effort, which did not take away an iota of the sensuality and femininity that always emanated from each of her pores. We set up a small garden in order to, one day, not have to travel half the island every time we wanted to eat, for example, some pomegranates, and we became masters in the use of aromatic herbs for the preparation of mushrooms.
We worked hard every day, laughed together, played games, felt ourselves, and washed as best we could on the seashore with the water up to our ankles. Closer and closer; increasingly united; freer and freer.
As Anna predicted, my beard had already almost completely hidden the lower half of my cheeks, my entire jaw, and part of my neck; but that did not stop her from bathing me with kisses every morning and every night when our well-deserved rest was felt.
That dark moonless night, lying down and cuddled inside our tent, after that warm kiss, the sweet whisper of her voice took me back to the past.
"Kristoff…"
"Hm?"
"Is there someone you miss?"
Of course there was. He was the only thing that made me suffer in that situation.
"I miss Sven."
"Sven?"
"He's my reindeer. My best and only friend for as long as I can remember."
"A reindeer?"
"Yep. He was my co-worker until I entered the castle. Since then, he lives with my family in the forest and I go… I went to visit him when I had time."
"Oh, I'm sorry."
"You don't have to. I bet he's great where he is. Everyone there loves him and treats him like a king."
"And… don't you miss your family?"
"Not especially. I'm used to seeing them little often."
"And aren't you worried that they think you've died?"
"Not a bit. They know I'm alive."
"Wait, what?"
I laughed at her reaction, which, on the other hand, was perfectly logical.
"My family is not… how to put it? It is not like the other families."
"Are they sort of clairvoyants or something?"
"Not exactly."
'There we go.'
"They're trolls."
"Trolls?"
"I know it sounds crazy, but it is the truth. They took Sven and me in when I was a kid."
"So the first one to lose their mind over the desert island thing is going to be you, huh? Who would tell?"
I had to laugh again. I knew that wasn't so easy to believe.
"Wait, they took you in? And what with your biological parents?"
"Do you suddenly believe me?"
"I've always believed in you. Besides, you lie very badly; I would have noticed."
"Touché."
"So what happened to your family?"
"A harsh winter took them both. I'm not sure how they got me to get ahead, but, putting myself in their shoes… I guess they would give me part of their livelihood."
"My God, Kristoff, I'm so sorry."
I caressed her face and made her look up to meet my grateful smile for her appreciation.
"So… can they feel you or something?"
"Yeah. If something happened to me, they would know instantly."
"And… don't you think they will notify Elsa?"
"I don't think they do that."
"Why?"
"Because they also feel when I am happy. If they know me happy, they will not change a thing."
Anna sighed in relief and I felt buoyant knowing that just being together made her happy too. She had lost everything and everyone; I was the only thing left in her life, and she preferred to continue like that so as not to lose me.
That feeling…
"What about you? You miss your bed, don't you?"
Anna climbed onto my body as she giggled softly and stretched out as long as she was adjusting her legs and arms over mine.
That joy…
"I already am in my bed."
Her whisper pierced my entire being. Was I her bed? Yes, exactly how she was mine. We were each other's home. Being together was everything. Together…
That heat…
"Anna… I…"
'Excellent time to get nervous.'
"Do you think we could… uh… together…?"
Thank goodness Anna was kind to me that time and responded to the interpretation of my words more than to my absurd and incoherent sounds themselves.
"I can't believe it took you so long to decide to ask me."
"Uhhh…" "How long have you been thinking about it?"
"How long have I known you?"
With a dazzling gleam in her eyes and a blush perceptible even in the darkness, she pounced on me like a beast and began to shed, slowly and sensually, the little clothing that covered her.
I lost my speech. That was definitely real: it was beyond anything I could dream of.
Then, leaning over me, one by one, she unbuttoned the few buttons that still remained my battered shirt and got rid of it making me sit up to slide it over my shoulders and let it fall.
"Would you help me with the pants?" she asked biting her lower lip as she looked over at me.
"I was seeing you so determined that…" I replied, unable to contain my smile at her shy and persuasive tenderness.
"You won't expect me to take care of everything, will you?"
"I wouldn't allow it."
Anna reacted to my answer with a sweet gasp and I lost my mind. I began to drink from her lips, to hungrily explore her breasts, her shoulders, her waist, her hips, her neck. I walked every inch of her perfect back and played with every inch of her arousing legs.
"You keep wearing your pants," she protested among more of those gasps that got my senses all revolutionized.
"How far do you intend to go, Anna?"
"How about we find out together?"
I wanted to tell her that a desert island was not the best place to risk raising a child, that there was no rush, that we could simply enjoy other forms of pleasure; but her whispering and sweet voice, her soft and warm touch, her hair on my body, her wet and demanding inner thighs… I was hers. That night of abandon, we wallowed in each other's bodies with longing and rejoicing; finally enjoying that longed-for moment, crazy to make the other enjoy like never before, intoxicated by the intimacy of that small and peculiar world that we had built just for ourselves, feeling loneliness in company; knowing that we were finally one, that nothing would ever get us separated.
