Since I've had a few sarcastic remarks to this effect by now, I figure I'll set straight a bunch of misogynists that assume all writers must be female, and believe that 'woman' is an insult. I'm an AMAB non binary person. Not a woman. But I'm also not real mad cus like, there's much worse things to be than female. Like a massive bell end.

-IEA-

"I have a crush on our mother. No, I can't say that. Orrrr can I?"

Anna paced back and forth, thinking to herself. She was assured of her solitude for the moment, as Elsa was in a meeting, their mother had gone to rest in her bedroom, and Kristoff, Sven and Olaf were out making sure everyone knew about the upcoming ice skating Elsa had promised. Arendelle loved an ice skating day.

Sure, some staff could have come by, but the door was closed and Anna was talking pretty quietly to herself. So she continued to pace, trying to figure out what to say to Elsa. How did one go about telling their sister-lover such a thing? Falling for Elsa didn't seem like something she could draw on, as that had happened in a different - and mutual - way. Anna knew her flutters for their mother were not to be reciprocated, and accepted that, but she still felt like she should tell Elsa. In the interests of honesty and all.

But how the heck was she meant to actually tell her?

And Anna was also still worrying about their mother, because Iduna hadn't told them what had her emotional before, just sat cuddled up with them for a while and then she went to bed. Anna supposed if they hadn't been worried about that, it would have been a great time for her to confess her feelings to Elsa. But she hadn't, and so now she paced. Although, it did take her mind off her body's monthly ritual of a cramping tummy, so at least that was good.

Giving up on pacing, Anna flopped down dramatically on her bed and groaned into her pillow. It smelled like Elsa, which made her smile when she thought of her sister laid there, watching Anna rifle through her wardrobe probably. Elsa did so like to see her in various states of undress...

Aaaand she was turned on again. That happened a lot. Anna suspected she'd be having a loooong bath by herself later.

Several minutes of having her face pressed into the pillow gave Anna no further answers to her personal questions, and she was craving chocolate. So, with a deep and dramatic sigh nobody was around to hear, Anna got up, fixed her rumpled hair, and went to go see if the kitchen staff had anything to soothe her.

"Good afternoon Princess Anna. Did you need something?"

"Nothing in particular, but I thought I'd see if there was any chocolate around."

There were stifled laughs hidden behind hands - Anna's love of chocolate was known throughout the entirety of Arendelle. And probably beyond, as visitors from other places had seen her get a little too excited about sweet treats.

"You know we always try to keep something sweet around for the Queen and the Princess."

Anna was absolutely delighted when they presented her with chocolate cake, grinning around her mouthful when they let her sit down to eat it there and then. The richness and sugar helped to soothe both her cravings and her anxiety, and by the time someone was discreetly handing Anna something to wipe her face with, she felt much better. Brushing a couple of crumbs off her dress, Anna stood, thanked the staff and headed back out of the kitchens.

As she wandered the halls, pleasantly buzzed on chocolate, Anna heard her sisters voice and gravitated toward it, heart fluttering in her chest when she saw Elsa bidding those she'd just finished meeting with a good evening. Elsa gestured for Anna to come over, a few of the men passing greeting Anna pleasantly. Elsa's cool fingers slipped through Anna's as soon as she was in reach, and Anna peered into the meeting room behind her sister.

"Empty?"

Elsa nodded, and once nobody was looking they disappeared in, door closed behind them. Anna kissed her just because. Well, she did really like Elsa's current formal attire. Her sister really suited buttoned shirts, and the dark blue miltiary-style jacket was clearly a nod to their father that Elsa had begun wearing more often. And Elsa always looked good in trousers. And boots.

Anna wondered if she was noticeably drooling. Elsa licked her lips, humming curiously.

"Have you been eating chocolate?"

"You know how I get this time of the month. Tilda's very lovely wife gave me chocolate cake."

Elsa laughed lightly, hand resting against the small of Anna's back.

"Anna, you love chocolate every day of the month."

Grinning up at her sister, Anna shrugged.

"Yes, but I needed it! It was really good, and I left them with my compliments."

"I would give them mine" Elsa pecked another kiss on her lips "but I'd have to explain where I tried it."

Elsa kissed her properly, and left Anna flushed and squirming. Knowing how Anna was so easy to fluster for a few days each month, Elsa was visibly amused by the effect she'd had upon her sister. Elsa's magical body didn't bother with things like a menstrual cycle. She was usually sympathetic to Anna's plight, but also did get a little laugh out of how pretty much everything could turn Anna on.

"I'm going to go and change my clothes, and then see if mother is joining us for dinner."

"Why change?"

Anna asked, since the clothes weren't inappropriate for dinner.

"Well, you wanted to skate after dinner. While I am quite confident on the ice, I wouldn't want to fall over in these clothes. Nor would I want to risk spilling dinner down this shirt, actually."

Well, that was fair enough.

"I'll go check on mother if you like?"

If she watched Elsa undress, they were both going to be very late for dinner. So when Elsa nodded, they kissed before parting ways. Anna headed off toward their mothers room, listening for sounds of movement before she rapped her knuckles against the wood, not wanting to wake her if she was sleeping. Her mothers voice sounded through the door.

"Who is it?"

"Me. Uh. Anna!"

"Come in, Anna."

Iduna invited, and so Anna opened the door and let herself in. She found her mother sat in front of her mirror, pulling a brush gently through her hair. It had grown quite a bit in the weeks since the dead parts were cut away, and was looking very thick and healthy.

"Did you need something?"

Realising she was sort of staring, Anna blinked a few times and tried to remember to speak.

"Oh. Elsa wanted to know if you'd be joining us for dinner. I think she wanted to know if you'd need food sending up."

She met her mothers gaze in the mirror, saw her thinking. And there was still a little of that residual sadness she hadn't explained, which brought back Anna's worries for her.

"I will be down for dinner. My hair got a little tangled while I took a nap, so I have to make myself presentable first."

Anna wasn't sure what possessed her to ask, but she did it anyway.

"Can I brush your hair for you?"

Iduna's hand stilled, and Anna saw her raise her eyebrows in the mirror. There was a lingering silence that made Anna begin to worry she'd said something wrong.

"If you like."

She said eventually, and held the brush up to Anna. Anna took it, hands a little shaky. It was the sort of thing she and Elsa did all the time before, and still did now they were lovers. Did that make doing this with her mother weird? Or was Anna making it weird by worrying? She pulled the brush through her mothers hair, doing her best not to lose her concentration and yank or tug at a hidden knot.

When she was done - and couldn't guiltily draw it out any longer - Anna took a step back, turning the brush over in her hands.

"Ok, all done."

Iduna smiled softly as she stood, and when she turned to face Anna a little of the light from her window caught her just right, and she looked so beautiful Anna couldn't breathe. She could have wept for the unfairness of it as she fought to not give away the strangeness going on inside her head, and had to turn away just to catch her breath again.

She definitely needed to tell Elsa, even if she had to write a note and shove it under her door like they were kids again.


As they approached the room often used by she and Anna for practice ice skating, Elsa glanced back at their mother. Iduna was adamant she wasn't going to 'get' it, but she came along all the same.

"There's nobody here but us. If you don't like it, you can stop, but at least give it a try."

Anna brought up the rear, and Elsa had strong suspicions something was bothering her younger sister, but as Anna hadn't brought it up, Elsa wasn't going to ask in front of their mother. They'd left Kristoff, Olaf and Sven behind so Iduna wouldn't feel too keenly observed, and after checking whether the three women needed anything, the staff were all dismissed too.

"Are you ready?"

Anna perked up at Elsa's words, and gave her a sweet little smile.

"Do the magic, do the magic!"

Elsa shook off the old memories - she was in control now, and Anna was safe. Lifting the skirt of her dress a little, Elsa stamped her foot down on the floor of the ballroom. Ice spread out from the tip of her shoe, covering from corner to corner. A wave of her fingers conjured a couple of little benches for resting on around the edges of the room, and another turned shoes to skates.

"Take all the time you need."

She reassured Iduna, while Anna got up and started skating solo, which had taken her quite a while to get the hang of, and she still stumbled now and then but insisted she was having fun while she did. Elsa waited, holding her hand out to her mother. It took two hands to pull her to her feet, and she stumbled straight into Elsa when she was upright. And wow, she was warm. If she noticed how cold Elsa's hands were, she didn't say anything, just mumbled an apology into Elsa's chest for falling over while Elsa tried not to get distracted by the feel of her body heat.

"It's fine. You'll get the hang of it. Ready?"

Elsa could skate very well - unsurprisingly, she was a natural on the ice - and so guiding her mother while staying on her feet as she moved backwards was little issue. For all her usual grace, Iduna was best described as clumsy as she tried to get the hang of balancing on the skates.

For a while, it was very much a stop-start-stumble-stop cycle, but Elsa maintained her patience. Anna had taken a while to learn, just as Elsa had taken a while to really get the hang of riding a horse or ballroom dancing.

"Don't feel bad mother, it took Elsa and Olaf to keep me upright the first time I tried. You're already better than I was!"

Anna encouraged as she skated past, and her praise did seem to land well as it brought a smile to their mothers face.

"Are my hands too cold?"

Elsa asked as Iduna gripped them tighter, but she shook her head.

"Oh, no. I suppose I've gotten used to the cold."

That was very similar to something Anna had said to her once, but in a very different situation, and Elsa had to fight to try and prevent her mind wandering. It didn't really help any that, with her mother so close to her face as they moved over the ice, Elsa kept noticing just how many features she shared with Anna. As her mother gained weight and regained her health, all those similarities had only grown more noticeable. All the sun she'd gotten while stranded out on that island had left her with a smattering of freckles much like Anna, and her cheeks grew rounder when she smiled. Sometimes she wrinkled her nose the same way Anna did, and her eyelashes brushed the tops of her cheeks when she blinked. She sometimes sucked her bottom lip between her teeth when she was thinking...

"Elsa, are you alright?"

Her mothers voice intruded on Elsa's thoughts, and the strange flutter in her chest did not abate when Elsa left her little reverie. Dismissing all thoughts of her mothers mouth - something she shouldn't have been thinking about anyway! - from her mind, Elsa nodded.

"Fine, fine. Ready to try on your own?"

"Oh. I suppose."

Swallowing thickly, Elsa let go of her mothers hands.

"I'll be ready to catch you if you fall."

The smile Iduna gave her was almost... shy, though Elsa was sure that wasn't the intention behind it. But it did little for the strange warmth in her chest, especially when Anna came over and made that resemblance so very apparent.

"What's up?"

"Oh. Nothing. Mother is just trying it out alone."

It took her a minute or two, but once she managed to not fall flat on her face, Iduna's confidence visibly grew and she was soon gliding along the ice with far less of the clumsiness she'd demonstrated earlier. She managed to turn and skate back toward Elsa, but it transpired she hadn't quite mastered how to stop, and so Elsa's body served as her brakes. Her hands went to Iduna's hips without really thinking, trying to brace the woman so they didn't both fall to the icy floor.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to crash in to you!"

Iduna apologised, and Elsa was quick to assure her there was no harm done. Anything to get her mother to move, because she felt increasingly awkward holding her mother by the waist and wasn't sure how to pull her hands back in a way that seemed much more casual than she felt. Thankfully, Iduna straightened up, and went back to her practice skating.

"You're a natural. Are you sure you've not been on the ice before mother?"

Elsa assumed she didn't hear Anna's question, as there was no answer from their mother as she continued around the ice. She managed to slow herself down enough to stop by pressing her hands to the wall as she reached the edge that time, and stumble-stepped in her skates to the nearest bench a minute later.

"I'm a little tired, I don't think I'm used to such exertion. Would you mind if I retired for the evening now?"

"Of course. Why not go to the door and I'll change back your shoes?"

Once that was done, Iduna took her leave. Anna came to Elsa's side, looking up at her sister.

"Do you think mother is alright? She still hasn't told us what she was upset about the other night."

"I know. But I assume she'll tell us when she's ready. And skating can be taxing, especially when you're out of practice. You remember how sore you were the next day the first few times?"

Anna nodded, chuckling.

"Yeah. I did overdo it a bit, because I didn't want to stop when it meant you holding my hands and catching me."

Elsa let out a laugh, because that was so very Anna to do.

"Well, you know you don't need any excuse for that."

"No, but it was still fun. Want to skate some more?"

They spent a little more time twirling around the ice, but they had mainly been there so Iduna could practice, and she'd gone to bed by then.

"I'm going to take a bath before bed, my stomach hurts."

Elsa didn't ask to join her, knowing Anna preferred to bathe alone when menstruating.

"Do you want a hot water bottle waiting?"

Anna nodded gratefully as Elsa waved her hands over the frozen floor, the ice disappearing at her will to leave no trace behind. With both their shoes returned to normal too, they separated so Anna could go and have her bath prepared, and Elsa to fetch some chocolate and fruit to go with the hot water bottle. She knew what Anna liked when it was that time of the month, and it was largely sugar, hot baths and hot water bottles for bed. They were all things she'd learned recently, having never had to deal with such a thing from her own body.

Elsa was changed for bed, the bottle under the covers warming the sheets while she waited for Anna to join her for the night. The sweet treats waited on the bedside table, and Elsa flicked through a few bits of correspondence she needed to answer the next day, formulating responses in her head in an attempt to not think about the strange thoughts of earlier. It wasn't really working.

Should I tell Anna? Elsa mused when she accepted that those thoughts weren't going away. How did one even go about saying such a thing? What was it she was even thinking and feeling?

"Oh, you're too good to me!"

Anna had returned from her bath, and clearly noticed the plate of treats awaiting her immediately. Elsa looked up, smiling at the sight of her. She had clearly tied her hair up out of the way to keep it dry, but let it down and brushed it out before she came back to Elsa, and so it fell down over her shoulders and back in soft waves. Even in her simple nightdress, Anna was utterly lovely to look upon. Elsa pulled the bottle out from under the covers before Anna inadvertently sat on it, and her sister was soon happily munching away on chocolate and holding the bottle to her stomach. Elsa watched her quite contently for the moment.

Once she'd eaten her fill and washed chocolate residue down with some water, Anna seemed to grow more serious, shuffling down to a more comfortable position on the bed, clutching the bottle a little tighter and not quite meeting Elsa's eye.

"I uh... I need to talk to you about something."

"Oh?"

Elsa sat up a little straighter, wondering if now was a good time to prepare her own confession, even if she wasn't totally sure what she was going to confess to, her thoughts still jumbled and uncertain.

"Yeah. I... wow, I'm not really sure how to say this. Ok. Just gotta go for it. I think I might have a crush on our mother. There. I said it! Go ahead, call me weird or crazy or whatever!"

Anna had screwed her eyes shut and turned away, body clearly tensed for some kind of attack. When nothing but silence was forthcoming, she turned back and cracked one eye open just a bit, as though checking Elsa was actually still there.

"Elsa? Did you hear what I just said?"

Taking a deep breath, Elsa nodded. She understood why Anna looked away - it was easier to say when not looking directly at her sister.

"I think... you may not be alone in that.

-IEA-

Elsa's still a little new to the mom-crush, but if Anna's gonna bring it up... what is a confused ice queen to do?