They always come back to this. There's always a door and they're standing on either side of it, slamming their bony knuckles against the thick wood until they're raw and it hurts too much to keep doing it. One of them is always pleading and crying to the other and they both hate this. It hurts so much. The big gash on their hearts chips away further every time.

"Anna, please just talk to me!" Elsa's searing hot face is pressed against Anna's bedroom door next to her hand gripping the chain and ring that were discarded by her sister as tightly as possible. The chain leaves marks on her palm with the pressure, and it aches dully.

"Anna," Elsa's voice finally breaks, and a tear tickles near her nose, dipping into her parted lips. "I'm not leaving you. I'm going to come back." Elsa moves her head and her sore back is finally starting to hurt less. Olaf is watching from the very end of the hallway, sitting on the floor, rocking slightly. Elsa glances at him and then she stares right back at the door. She talks quietly, knowing Anna is there from where the shadow is under the door. "Please. I just want to touch you and feel ok again. I need you," Elsa sniffs. Her eyes burn like she was staring at the sun.

"Almost sounds like you mean it," Anna answers back with a bored tone. Elsa bangs her fist against the door, ice splitting some of the wood.

"Of COURSE I mean it!" Even Elsa was surprised she shouted that loudly. Olaf jumps and she felt another pang of guilt stab her heart when he runs to his room, closing the door. "God just stop being so… so— I don't know just let me in dammit!" Elsa wheezes, and her throat feels thrashed like someone took a grater to it. Every breath hurts. The handle turns and Elsa pushes her way in desperately, nearly tripping over her toes. She's starting to feel more angry than she expected. She wants to break something, and she finds the pressure she's putting on the ring is making it creak.

"Stop! You're gonna break it," Anna warns, hands raised palm up.

"So? Not like it seems to matter now that you've taken it off." Elsa puts her arm back like she's about to throw it and she wants to with such disgustingly hot aggravation and— SLAP! Elsa stumbles to the side and with the back of the hand holding the ring, she holds her cheek that's bright red. Anna huffs and puffs with deep frown lines, her eyes narrow and red. She was going to cry.

"You're such a…" Anna shakes her head and her jaw clamps shut. "I can't believe how fucking inconsiderste you can still be. God dammit!" Anna spits, running her fingers roughly through her hair. "I see you changing for the better every day but this is always the same…. Maybe it's me," Anna hits her hand against her chest so hard she coughs. "Maybe I'm the idiot who thinks I can stop you from finding whatever you think you need to go be. And maybe I'm selfish and shitty for trying to stop you. But why shouldn't I be jealous?" Anna starts shedding tears and it makes Elsa's anger dissipate. Her face softens up for Anna. "I want you with me. I can't stand just THINKING about you leaving me! And honestly, yeah. You know what, I AM selfish. I don't give half a shit about what happens to Arendelle at the end of the day. All I want is to be by YOUR side, Elsa. So why. Why do you have to go?" Anna sobs into the sleeve of her silk dress, and Elsa just watches with tears swelling up in her own eyes.

"You do care about Arendelle, Anna. I know you do." Elsa takes a step forward and lowers Anna's hands from her face. Anna tries to pull away and Elsa grips her wrists almost too roughly, pulling her so their faces are closer than they've been in a week. "I'm never going to leave you. I'm yours forever. We were literally born to be together." Elsa wipes a side of her sister's face but Anna's tears don't stop coming. She's hiccuping and choking on air and Elsa soothingly rubs her cheek bones and kisses her nose. "Sweetheart, look at me." Anna does with bloodshot eyes. "I am going to leave," Anna's brows wrinkle again, fresh tears sitting on her eyelids. "But I'm going to come back as soon as I can." Elsa puts the chain around Anna's neck, shutting the clasp and sealing it shut with ice. "Trust me. Please?" Anna looks at her, wiping snot off her lips and nods a shaky yes. Elsa pulls Anna to be against her neck and Anna cries against her shoulder for minutes on end.

….

Knock knock.

"Are you gonna yell at me too?" Olaf grumbles through his door. Elsa's lip trembles and she pushes her way in, seeing Olaf turned away from her underneath his blankets with no lights on. Elsa checked his clock that she sculpted out of ice to look like Sven; it was ten o'clock at night. Elsa walks by the candle next to his purple bed stand and lights the candle, a quiet scratch of the matchstick against the wood. She blows the match out and her breath makes Olaf shiver. Cleary the cold isn't what bothered him… it was Elsa. He was scared. She felt awful. She sits down by his feet and pets him through the dark blue snowflake covers.

"I'm sorry you had to see us argue." Elsa talks as calmly as she can, voice a little deeper than usual. "We've come to an agreement now."

"You're going away?" Olaf sniffs and sits up slightly, looking at Elsa with sad, narrow eyes. Elsa nods her head softly and touches the tip of his nose. "Why? Can I come?"

"No. Neither can Anna or anyone else."

"But what if you get hurt? The only way they can tell is if I… if I get hurt too." Elsa looks down at her lap. "I don't want you to get hurt, Elsa! I don't want to be hurt." Olaf's hands push his covers down and he throws himself at Elsa's arm.

"Nothing will happen to me," she promises. Olaf looks up at her, his eyebrows touch and he stuffs his face into her side. She racks her brain for ways to make him feel better… only one thing comes to mind. "Would you like me to sing to you?"

"Yes," he says excitedly, sounding like he's already forgiving the situation. Elsa rubs his head and opens her mouth, but Anna comes through the door, and Elsa and Olaf watch her move until she's sitting on the other side of Olaf. She holds his back and she looks at Elsa.

"But the greatest present of all," Anna starts singing, "Was givennnn to me, long ago."

"It's something I would never trade," Elsa sings, "It's the family that we've made."

"Cuz when we're to-gether," Anna hums, "I have everythinggg on my list."

"And when we're to-gether, I have aaaall I wiiished."

Olaf falls asleep, his arms glued to Elsa's body. Anna peels him off after a few nudges and they leave the room as quietly as they can. Elsa closes the door, and it has a finality to it that she's trying to ignore.

"You should introduce him to Timothy," Elsa suggests.

"That's a good idea," Anna answers, eyes low. "Can we go to the garden?" Elsa nods. They don't speak on the way there, and Elsa admires the way the moonlight shines through the pink glass while the redhead lights a few candles beside the bench. Anna sits first, patting the spot next to her. Elsa sits down and takes Anna's hand, tangling their fingers and then placing her other hand over Anna's. "How long do you think…?"

"I'm not sure. I… I won't be gone more than a week. I don't want to be away from you any longer than that." Anna nods slowly, worriedly biting her bottom lip. Elsa watches with her mouth slightly open, but she's too sad to act on the desire she's feeling right now. Anna tugs on the necklace with the ring hanging over the front of her dress. She didn't bother hiding it once Elsa put it on. "I'm coming back," Elsa pushes, resting a hand on Anna's knee.

"I know. I'm just gonna miss you." Anna looks like she's gonna cry again, and she presses her tongue against the back of her lips. Elsa decides against using words. She leans forward and presses her cold nose against her sister's, and Anna tilts her head to the side, slowly meeting Elsa's lips. It starts soft but it quickly gets needy with Anna whining into her sister's mouth. Anna gently holds Elsa's back.

"It doesn't ache as much anymore," Elsa says. Anna hugs her slightly tighter and Elsa pulls Anna onto her lap while she slides her tongue up against her sister's. She holds Anna's hips and rocks them manually against her lap. Anna groans and uses one hand to lift up the hem of her dress before taking Elsa's hand and pressing those cold fingers against Anna's hot underwear. "Ungh. We sh-should go upstairs."

"Put ice over the glass," Anna breathes, sucking Elsa's bottom lip.

"What?" Elsa mumbles, eyes narrowed to the point where she can hardly see.

"Put ice over the glass. Let's do it right here," Anna hisses, nose smashed against her sister's face. Elsa stutters mentally and blinks twice before pulling back and waving her hands a few times. The tall room they're sitting in the center of shines brighter under the moon, it feels like daylight, warming their skin with blue and pink hues over every wall and over their skin. Elsa's trapped in her own ice capsule, Anna thinks just like she did a few months ago. And as soon as we're done loving each other in here, I know she's going to leave. Anna's lip trembles and she hugs Elsa, kissing her soft neck. Elsa's perfection trapped in a glass bottle which has already burst. I know she won't come back. I know it. Elsa stands and holds Anna against her, stepping back against where the door was. She waves her hands and makes a short extravagant staircase that goes up about thirteen feet high before an ice floor blocks out some of the light.

"Let's go," Elsa says as quietly as she can. Anna follows her up, holding her hand, and Elsa waves again, and a gorgeous bed with a sparkly canopy over the top rests in the center of the diamond like floor. "You first." Anna smiles faintly and walks over, pushing Elsa onto the bed before laying beside her, immediately putting her hand between Elsa's legs. Elsa brings her knees closer together, an uneasiness on her face.

"Let me," Anna begs, pressing down a little harder where Elsa's clitoris would be. Elsa tightens her jaw before relaxing it, and she snaps her fingers to make her wrinkled dress disappear. Anna takes a deep breath, really taking time to look at every single dip and curve of Elsa's beautifully toned body. Anna holds herself up with one arm and watches her hand move down Elsa's taut stomach. Her hand fits perfectly between Elsa's thigh gap, and that soft skin brushes against her wrist like silk.

Elsa has one hand twisted in the softest of cotton sheets while her other arm is wrapped around Anna's back, her hand gripping the back of a tense scapula. Her head is tilted back, showing off the muscles of her neck that flex and bulge when Anna presses two fingers in halfway deep. Elsa's feet travel further up the bed and she spreads her legs slightly wider. Anna's being slow, but making up for it by pushing in deep.

"You're so beautiful," Anna says over her sister's quiet moans. Anna watches Elsa's chest convulse and she leans down to catch a nipple she sucks liberally. Elsa puts a hand on Anna's neck and undoes her braids. Elsa's hair was already down and thrown about on the pillow. Anna's forearm aches just enough to notice, but it isn't going to stop her. If Elsa's thin arms could hold herself up over Anna and do whatever else she did, Anna could do this for as long as Elsa needed. Elsa's wetness smears against her palm and her insides pulsate against the tips of Anna's fingers. "God, Elsa you're so so beautiful." Elsa's face flushes up to the tops of her ears and she kisses Anna's forehead, moaning loud when Anna speeds up. Anna's triceps burn, but she pushes herself to go even faster. Elsa's hips rise and fall with each thrust, her bony pelvis getting friction against Anna's hard palm.

Elsa can't stop thinking even still. She wants to be able to say what she's thinking. But her mouth and thoughts refuse to align like the pesky things they are. Elsa slams a fist against the bed. She's annoyed but she's feeling so good and items a dizzying almost helplessly drunk mix she succumbed to.

"Gggyn—Annaaa!" Elsa's back arcs hard, and Anna she watches with wide eyes, taking notice of the wetness her underwear is drowning in. It's probably getting through my dress by now. "Please don't stop," Elsa whines, a sharp moan cutting through her throat. Anna shakes her head fervently.

"I won't. This is so hot." Anna laughs once before being drawn back into listening so closely that she can't hear any other noise in the world. She slips her fingers out to rub Elsa's clitoris at a brutally fast pace without pressing down too hard. Elsa's hand on Anna's back balls into a fist and drops down hard onto the bed once again. Anna shoves her fingers back inside Elsa, and Elsa groans before sitting up halfway to tug Anna down with her.

Elsa's kissing her sloppily, their lips are coated in sweet saliva and their tongues are rubbing so hard it starts to feel numb. It's unusual for Elsa to ever kiss like this, but Anna's loving it and kissing back just the same. My lips are gonna be SO bruised tomorrow and I don't even careeeee, Anna thinks, with all of her worries blasting out one ear. Maybe that's why I'm seeing stars. Stars are like little temporary blessings, but they can also come down and make craters that burn up what they touch. Maybe my worries are just like that. Anna's face scrunches up and she opens one eye to make sure Elsa didn't notice. Of course she did. Elsa's panting still, but her eyes look so worried and it really weighs heavy on Anna. Ignore it for a minute, will ya? Just let her enjoy this.

"Rub yourself," Anna commands. Elsa unwraps her arm from Anna's back and does what she's told. Elsa's eyes shut and she drops back onto the pillow. Anna watches Elsa's fingers she loves so much do much of the same to herself as she does to Anna. Anna's groin is pulsating against her inner thighs that she's clenching for even the smallest amount of friction on them. She pushes her muscles to slam into Elsa harder than she herself could take, but the loud whine from Elsa and that especially aroused look on her face tells her she's doing the right thing.

"NnnGH! Aaanna—I'm going to f-finish. UNNNF—" Elsa's stomach spasms and she turns her head into Anna's chest, mouth wide open. "MM—aah, ah." Elsa sucks in a harsh breath and her hands come into fists again before Anna pulls out and Elsa balls herself up against Anna's torso. They're both sitting up now, arms wrapped around each other with such force they feel their spines crack. We're coming to the end now, Anna thinks, looking up at the glass. It's still dark but she knows Elsa doesn't care about that. Anna can hardly let a minute pass before her worries spill out of her.

"Els… Are you um—when are you going?" Elsa's breath comes out through her nose and her hands on Anna's shoulders glide down to her elbows. She pulls back slightly.

"Soon." Anna sniffs and nods, jaw slack. "Don't look at me like that," Elsa pleads, her eyes downcast.

"We don't need to talk about this again, do we?"

"No," Elsa answers timidly, wringing her hands together in the small space between her and Anna's lap. "I'll be back."

"So you say," Anna answers with an edge to her voice. Elsa tries hard not to acknowledge the frustration. "I… it's fine." Anna shrugs and shakes her head. Elsa doesn't know what to do besides kiss her. Anna lets her easily press her onto the bed. The Queen leans in for a kiss and Anna turns her head away. Elsa can't remember the last time she felt five tons of disappointment like this. She drops herself onto her back, pulling the covers up over her body up to her shoulders. Anna lays on her back as well, and Elsa waves away the canopy over the bed so they can look up at the pink stain glass between them and the purple starry sky. It's a quiet awkwardness they're both feeling and they quickly turn their backs to each other one by one so they face opposite ways. Five minutes pass without anything getting better, and Elsa's nerves are killing her. Both of them inhale the air painfully and cry,

"Do you hate me?!" They sit up and face each other at the same time once again. Elsa and Anna both look at each other with confused disbelief. "Of course not," they both answer. "Can you stop—" both of them talk over each other again and it makes them crack the smallest of smiles. Elsa and Anna raise their brows at each other and Anna laughs first, leaning in to kiss Elsa whose brows furrow.

"Anna," Elsa starts, picking at the sheets bunched around her waist. "I understand you're upset," Anna shrugs, "But are you really going to hold this against me? I was stuck for years not knowing there could be something or someone else like me out there. I have to know." Anna purses her lips and rests her chin against her own bony shoulder.

"I know." Anna holds the side of Elsa's neck and kisses her softly, pulling away with her lashes fluttering. "I'll be here for you. Waiting."