A/N: Hello! Welcome! First off, I would like to credit and thank my lovely friends, Shalaryne (they use a joint account) for being co-writers helping me fix any inconsistencies and helping me determine how to present many of the elements in this fic. They are also helping to finalize the plot, so give them a big round of applause for their awesomeness! I very much hope everyone enjoys this one!

Chapters (with the exception of this one) will consistently be between 5k and 8k words.

Now, I have an update schedule for this one. I will be doing weekly updates, always on a Saturday (it's 6 PM for me right now). Since I am attending university and volleying ideas back and forth with Shalaryne, there may be some weeks that I do not get the chapter up in one week. If that is the case, I will wait until next Saturday to post. This means that updates for this fic will only ever be posted on saturdays. This is to make it easy to keep up with.

Now, without farther ado, I proudly present "Homebound: Introduction." Enjoy, my amazing readers :)

-November 27th, 2010-

A fifteen year old Elsa was out with her mom doing some really, really early Christmas shopping for her thirteen year old sister, Anna. Sure, the holiday was still a month away, give or take, but the platinum blonde adolescent had seen a sale for something that would be absolutely perfect for her sister. It was still pricey, but Anna was her best friend, so the cost didn't matter a whole lot. Not to mention, now that Anna's developing more she's starting to turn in to a very beautiful girl. The blond froze at the thought, eyes wide. She shook the musing off like a dog drying and ignored it.

Since Elsa was still only fifteen, she didn't have her license, meaning she couldn't drive herself to the store, which, in turn, meant that her mother or father had to drive her. Her father worked very long hours as a corporate lawyer, so it was her mother who was home during the early evening. It took some convincing on Elsa's part, but she finally managed to get her mom to run the errand with her.

It was bitter cold out, the kind that seemed to seep through, no matter how much you protected yourself from it. Luckily, Elsa and her mom were still in a car, driving down a back road on their way to a mall. The platinum blonde sat in a relatively thin jacket, as she never really minded the cold, while her mother was driving, heater on full blast, and wearing a puffy winter coat.

The platinum blonde's eyes lazily watched forestland fly by. Her eyes fixated on one specific tree coming up in a couple hundred feet. It was pushing the boundary of the forest, encroaching near the road.

That's when it happened. The world switched to slow motion, yet everything happened so fast. The car started sliding across the road, caught on black ice. Elsa clearly remembered the sensation of just... drifting away from the pavement. It was surreal. The scratching of tires across slick ice rumbled the vehicle, shouting bombarded the girl's left ear, but she didn't hear it; the tree was getting closer.

It was bizarre. Not like in the movies, nothing like a book, when their car crashed. It didn't feel rough, Elsa wasn't aware of any bouncing or sudden changes in velocity. She didn't hear a crash as the metal engine crumpled like Styrofoam against the tree's bark. She didn't feel the wind get knocked out of her. They were just there all of the sudden. The time between leaving the road and coming to a violent stop vanished into thin air.

Elsa's vision was blurry, she was seeing double and was trying her best to breathe, but her lungs just wouldn't work. No details were decipherable, but she took stock of her surroundings anyway. Broken glass, bent wood, deflated air bags. And that god damn ringing. Buzz buzz buzz in her ear, she couldn't hear anything over it! "Did- did we just c-crash?" Elsa couldn't tell if she was thinking the question or actually asking it. She looked to her mother for an answer either way.

But what she saw stopped her heart. Blood. So much blood. All over the driver's side window, the steering wheel, the windshield, the headrest- everywhere. Thank God the young girl couldn't make out details for the time being.

"M-mom? Mom! MOM!" She tried to moved, but a jolt of agonizing pain shot down her neck like a gunshot. She fought the whiplash and leaned over, grabbing her mother's hands. "MOM! No, no, no! Mom! Please wake up, please! Mom, please! I need you! NO!" She shrieked like a banshee into the night, splitting the cold air like butter, practically breaking the rest of the glass in the car. Her heart choked her and she sputtered for crying breaths and hyperventilated in panic. "Please, you're okay mom, you have to be okay, you have to!"

For a little, Elsa even believed herself.

Later that night, Elsa's mother was pronounced dead, and Elsa hasn't left her home since.

-Early September, 2015-

"No no, make it stop, make it stop! No!" Elsa was screaming and gasping for elusive air, terrified with nowhere to run. She spun and spun trying to find any sort of hole to hide in, but everywhere she turned there were people and cars and buildings and- the world was spinning, Elsa couldn't breathe.

"Hey, hey, it's okay Elsa, I'm right here, you're okay." Anna rubbed her hand in comforting circles on her older sister's back.

The older girl fiercely ripped off virtual reality goggles and chucked the offending nightmare-inducers across the room. She was back in the comfort of her own living room. She leaned into Anna, eyes welling with hot coals, and began crying. "I-I just couldn't do it."

The red head stroked Elsa's hair and grabbed her tightly and protectively. "Shh, no, you did great today, you did great."

Blue eyes tearily met aquamarine ones. Elsa sniffled and asked "R-really?"

With a warm smile, Anna assured "yes really. I'm so proud of you."

Elsa buried her head into her sister's collarbone and clung tightly to her. Right there, in her arms, was where she felt the safest, and she never wanted to leave. "Thank you, Anna."

"It's what I'm here for."

They stayed there for a few minutes, each enjoying the warmth of the hug as it spread into their stomachs.

"Okay now, let's go get some homework done."

Elsa grinned and wiped off her face. She liked this part. She got to snuggle up next to her sister, each with their own laptop, and didn't have to try to be brave. She could just sit and do work at her leisure. She'd spend about half the time secretly looking at Anna and grinning like a lovestruck fool. Her heart fluttered and stomach filled with lovely little butterflies. Elsa hopped up, putting her stressful moment behind her for another day, and chirped "okay!" She ran off to get her computer.

Soon enough, they were huddled together on the couch. Elsa watched teal eyes stare intently at a screen, Anna's facial features curved into the very definition of focus. Her eyebrows where knitted together, and just the tip of her tongue was sticking out of the corner of her mouth. Elsa loved that quirk, she thought it was adorable. In fact, she thought everything about Anna was adorable. The way the afternoon light played about on her face, dancing with her freckles. Her pronounced, ravishing eyelashes. The silly pig tails hanging down, swaying loosey-goosey as Anna leaned forward.

Cerulean eyes dilated rapidly when the red head took a sharp sigh of concentration. The older girl watched hotly as her sister's bosom expanded with air, pushing out her breasts, pressing them into her arms, leaving them nowhere to go but forward. Elsa's chest lit on fire as the two objects of her immediate attention seemingly expanded infinitely. They were full and pressed together, leaving a sharp crease between them in Anna's dress. The flames in Elsa's chest trickled into her arteries, traversing throughout her entire body like water into a sponge. She felt the hot flash meet her extremities and bounce back, dribbling down to her core, were it condensed into a concentrated ball of fire.

"Elsa, you haven't even started your homework."

Her sister's voice shocked the older girl from her pedestal of imagination back down to her throne of Earth. Her heart skipped a beat and her face flushed red with an entirely different kind of heat. "I, uh-" she glanced at her screen, she hadn't even turned on her laptop. "I..." Elsa sank a little in her seat.

Anna laughed. "I guess you don't have much today, then, right? Well, maybe you could help me with this one, if 'x' is-"

The platinum blonde grinned and sat up, relief splashed over her face like cool water, neutralizing the burn of her blush. She absolutely loved helping Anna with math problems. Since she was cooked up inside all day every day, she had gotten really good at some subjects. Math was one of them.

"So, what's for dinner tonight?" It had been several hours and was now getting dark out. The red head was grinning a goofy, playfully expectant grin.

Elsa tried to look serious, but failed due to the smile spilling its way out of her mouth. "I guess you'll just have to wait and see."

With a drawled out, convincing voice, the younger girl pushed. "Come on Elsa, you can tell me."

"I'll never tell," giggled the platinum blonde.

"Then I guess I'll just have to tickle it out of you!"

Before there was any time to react, the red head was upon her sister, her dainty, quick fingers attacking the older girl's stomach full force. Or rather, with the force of a feather.

Elsa squeaked and flew back into the couch, kicking and flailing uncontrollably. Air became scarce as she valiantly fought to keep Anna at bay, her abs becoming fatigued from the repetitive laughter. She couldn't help but notice each time a stray hand brushed curtly up against her breast. Each and every time it sent a jolt of electricity straight to her spine, which promptly boiled up and poured a pink blush on her cheeks and sternum.

The moment was wonderful, Anna's body slowly drifted farther on top of Elsa's, pressure welling in the older girl's core, exciting her from between her knees. At last, she was drowning in her own giggles. She strained for air, but it was never enough between bouts of laughter. Barely able to muster up the strength to speak, she relented. "Okay, okay, I'll tell you!"

"Woohoo! I win," the younger girl teased. She let herself fall face up across Elsa's lap, so her head was resting on her sister's thigh.

With a thundering heart pulsing through her body at Anna's proximity, Elsa breathed moment to rein in her spastic sternum and begging core. She grinned, unsure of where to place her hand. "Yeah, yeah, you win."

Anna smiled sweetly. Finally, the blonde cautiously rested her hand on a lean, flat stomach, all too aware of the short distance to her little sister's breasts.

"So, what are we eating?"

"Swordfish with citrus salsa. It's a new recipe I found online."

The auburn haired girl's eyes widened and her mouth visibly watered. She sat up abruptly, nearly bumping their heads together. Elsa couldn't help but notice her hand ever so lightly brush against Anna's boob, it nearly stopped her heart. "Ooh, that sounds delicious! Do we have everything we need already?"

The older girl looked down and played with her fingers. "We're just missing the swordfish."

Anna jumped up. Elsa missed the contact. "Okay, I'll run and get some!" In one blur, she had her shoes on and keys in hand. She was about to leave, and realized what she was forgetting. "Oh, uh, how much swordfish?"

Elsa grinned. "Sixteen ounces of swordfish steak."

"Sixteen ounces of swordfish snake- I mean steak! Got it!" She excitedly waved to her sister. "Back in a jiffy!"

With a pathetic wave and a sad smile, Elsa offered a weak "bye." Her heart burned. She wanted so dearly to go with Anna.

Soon, the strawberry blonde was back and Elsa was ready to start. She loved cooking, it got her mind off things. Plus, she got to show off to Anna, who always seemed amazed at her older sister's skills.

With a diced pineapple here, a sliced orange there, some pineapple concentrate, a pound of fish, and other assorted ingredients, Elsa worked her magic. She quickly mixed the salsa, setting it in the fridge to cool and expertly prepared the fish. It took under an hour, even with all the clean up, and for the entire time, she'd catch wonderful glimpses of aquamarine eyes smiling over at her. Elsa loved the attention.

"It's ready!" Elsa carved them each a portion and added the salsa accordingly. She then garnished both dishes and plated the food like a five star restaurant.

The two sat down and Elsa watched as Anna dug in. Without pausing between bites, the red head gushed through a full mouth. "Oh my god, Elsa, this is amazing! Like, wow, I can't stop eating it!"

The platinum blonde's heart soared into the clouds and her face turned scarlet. She couldn't hold back an excited curve at her lips. "Thank you." Only then did she start to eat. Anna had seconds.

It was getting a little late. The two were just finishing up Anna's homework on the couch when the doorknob wiggled. The red head let out a sigh, grabbing Elsa's hand as she did. Without turning around, she said "Elsa did good today." Her voice was bitter.

The older girl held her breath, silently awaiting what she knew was coming. It terrified her.

"Is that so?" A deeper voice was disinterested.

The strawberry blonde shot out of her seat with a twirl. "Yes, it is. She worked hard, just like every week."

"I'm sure she did."

Baby blue eyes were welling with tears now as their owner curled up and hugged her knees to her chest. Don't, Anna, please don't. Don't don't don't!

"Do you even care?" Anna's voice was irritated now. "You're her father, the least you could do is pretend to care!"

The man's voice was even, it was hard to tell if it held sincerity or not. "Of course I care."

Elsa started rocking to calm her nerves. Her breaths were getting more demanding. She hated it when Anna and their dad argued, and they did it so much, but never accomplished anything. They'd just dance in hostile circles while spitting at each other's image. Even so, the platinum blonde understood Anna's frustration, she didn't like her father very much either. And, although she felt sick admitting it, Elsa understood her father's disappointment in her. It had, after all, been five years, and she didn't have much to show for it, except for hundreds of failures. I make progress though, right? I do... I think...

"Well, you could try showing it every now and then! Ever since mom died-"

A sharp pang through the heart caused the elder of the sisters to flinch and hug her knees tighter. She choked on her heart clogging her throat and sniffled. However, it was her father who cut Anna off. "Don't mention her!"

"But you-"

"I said quiet!"

Anna let out a frustrated squeal and balled her fists to diffuse the simmering blood inside. "Come on, Elsa," she commanded as she abruptly grabbed her sibling's hand. "Let's go to bed."

Gladly, the platinum blond followed the strawberry blonde. She was glad it was over, for now. The waters of disagreement were flowing in and the dam between Anna and her father was cracking. It was only a matter of time before it collapsed completely and a full out flood destroyed the house. But for now, it's over. She tried not to look at her father as they passed, but couldn't help it. His eyes were full of sadness.

After they brushed their teeth and each changed into a night gown in their respective rooms, Anna walked back in to Elsa's room. The older of the two was sitting up against the head rest waiting on the other. Anna sat down on the edge of the bed. She spoke with sincerity. "I'm sorry, I know you don't like it when we argue, I just, I want him to be supportive." She rested their hands gently together.

Rather than respond auditorily, Elsa nodded, sniffled, and looked down shamefully. She began to fiddle with the hand holding her own as a distraction. She knew Anna liked that, and she knew it tickled her a little.

"Elsa, are you okay? I didn't mean to upset you, I-"

"No," she interjected absently. "It's not that, it's just..." she trailed off.

"Just what?" Anna grabbed both of her sister's hands in her own and looked deeply into her eyes. "You can tell me."

"Have I been making progress?"

"Oh, Elsa." The voice was soft, comforting, and understanding all at once, something that only Anna ever achieved. The elder was gently pulled into a tender hug during which a supportive hand traced little circles on her back just like before. "Of course you have. Remember when we first got the goggles?"

Elsa mutely nodded.

"You were scared to even put them on. Now, even though I know it frightens you, you use them every week, and I see you work so hard, you're so determined." She pulled away from the hug now, leaving her hands on either one of Elsa's shoulders and practically forcing eye contact. "And that's progress, and I'm so proud of you for that. I know I say it a lot, but that's because it's true."

Elsa looked down, but couldn't hide the little, sweet smile she now wore. "Thank you."

Warm, familiar fingers brush some hair off of Elsa's cheeks. The caress sent shivers down her spine and clenched her stomach. Her heart skipped a beat and she had to hold her breath to not give in to the tender moment.

All was lost, though, when pleasant, supple lips pressed themselves against the platinum blonde's cheek. A fire was ignited in her face and chest, the feverish sensation prickling at her skin and sending heat wave down her body. Elsa closed her eyes and produced a tiny sigh at the sisterly kiss.

Then, as soon as they arrived, Anna's lips left. There was a tiny smack in the air where they were, and Elsa could feel the draft cool down her skin at the point of contact. She wanted them to stay.

"Goodnight, Elsa. I love you." Anna pulled the blankets up around Elsa and stood to leave.

"I l-love you too."

With a smile goodnight, Anna exited the room, shutting the door behind her. Elsa curled on to her side and closed her eyes, her heart begging as incessantly as a starving cat. She swallowed the lump in her throat and let loneliness surround her, just like her blanket, but keeping her cold. She wished with all her mite that Anna would come back through that door and spend the night with her.

She didn't. Just like every other night, Anna remained absent.

Elsa was hopelessly in love with her sister.

A/N: see you in a week :) ...(or less)