A/N: I am very, very sorry about such a long stretch of time between updates. I've been ludicrously busy with my final year of university and setting up an internship for next semester. I'm home on break now, though, so I should be able to produce the next chapter (The Ball) relatively quickly (well, when compared to my recent upload schedule- sorry again for that, please forgive me!) Blah blah, excuses, I know :(
Anyway, I do hope you all enjoy, and thank you very much, you are all awesome :)
Although she was working herself to being ecstatic for her day, Elsa remained steadfastly in bed. She didn't want to move, she wanted to stay with Anna as long as possible that Friday morning. Plus, it was still early. She placidly closed her eyes with a happy sigh, monitoring a tempered heartbeat and squeezing her sister, who was laying fast asleep half on top of her, tightly in her arms.
A red mane of hair covered Elsa's chest in surfeit, spilling its contents every which way as a freckled cheek was squished up against silky fabric on a milky smooth sternum. Anna obviously still lacked a bra, along with Elsa, so the sensation of their bodies touching was closer than the elder ever thought she'd get to laying naked with her sister.
It felt so close, she imagined, and a fire was stoked between her legs. Feeding her flames of desire, since Anna was asleep, after all, Elsa shifted her weight so a boiling thigh fell between her knees. It wasn't quite touching, but it was dangerously close, and Elsa could feel it's presence like iron feels a magnet. Her mouth was drying, the moisture seemingly migrating south on her body and fixating as close as it could to her sister's leg. Elsa, in what she supposed was likely an imprudent decision, had to check herself. She lifted her night gown and snaked her hand up it, slowly but purposefully bringing it against her womanhood, feeling her own warmth emanating like steam before actually making contact.
To put what she felt simply, Elsa was wet. An uncontrollable buck rippled through her hips as she touched, and she gasped on the sharp air around her. Blue eyes clamped shut like clams, she balled her fists and bit her lip. Not right now, Anna might wake up. But maybe she won't? I mean, I could, just a little- no, no! I can't.
A stir against the sheets made her jump right out of her skin, as if she'd been caught red- or rather wet- handed. She tensely let the silence slide between her and Anna like a wedge. A few seconds passed with Elsa's heart in gridlock before it became clear that Anna wasn't waking up just yet. Of course she's not getting up yet, this is Anna. Never before has she woken up before I get her up for class. Elsa chuckled to herself, peering at her little sis with an adoring grin. Her hand began the gentle work of running its fingers along the red head's scalp, a featherweight massage for her sleeping sibling. She used the same hand as when she adventured south a moment ago, which was an exciting feeling.
Elsa didn't realize that over time her hand became more sure and forceful. Still tenderly cautious about the amount of force it was using, but definitely more assertive, too. She kept going as the minutes of molasses dripped by.
And her heart only stopped for a little while when she heard the very faint whisper. "Mmm, that feels good."
A contradicting wave of boiling ice flushed down the older girl's body, making her knees tense and her back arch like a bridge. Her heart drastically picked up the pace and she nervously wondered if Anna could feel that, given where her head was.
"Well don't stop," came the rather mockingly upset tone, causing Elsa to notice that she had, in fact, stopped massaging Anna.
"Oh, I uh," Elsa didn't have time to finish, because an epicenter of tactile overdrive erupted from the edge of her stomach, where Anna had started gently dragging her nails back and forth. The shiver from the massively addictive sensation made her skin stand on end, traveling right up to her neck and pulling the moisture from her mouth and leaving it dry. Her breaths became shallow.
The whole situation felt so new yet familiar to Elsa, so exciting and relaxing, so, dare she think it: intimate. That thought lingered for a moment. The balance beam she was walking, drifting around in the hazy boundaries between sisterly and so much more, especially with the way that Anna's hand was teasing her belly. She cooed and closed her eyes, letting for a little while the sexual tension building within her pile up.
That is, until the gentle scratching on her body stopped, leaving her somehow feeling cold and with the dismay of a sizable loss. Elsa was just opening her eyes to look at her sister and comment, when she saw the lopsided smirk on Anna's lips. "See how it feels?"
A strange exhalation somewhere between a scoff and a chuckle escaped from Elsa. "You spoiled princess," she scolded.
"Oh, I'm spoiled?" Anna inquired with loaded skepticism, grinning and biting her bottom lip as she rolled on to Elsa such that her chest was resting on the elder's. Hot. That was all Elsa could think or feel. Anna held intense eye contact, brandishing her finger like a knife and purposefully bringing it towards the abdomen that lay below her, like a surgeon preparing for an incision. "And here I thought I was the one spoiling you." As the younger girl finished her sentence, she punctuated it by once again contacting her sister's obliques with her hand.
Elsa gasped, her shoulder blades once again gently pressing down upon her mattress. Her body was on fire on the inside, searing her between her knees, but the rest of her body was submerged in ice water, the cool of Anna's touch almost painfully contrasting the heat from Elsa's arousal. It made her tingle.
"May-maybe we're b-both a little- ah-ha- uh- spoiled."
"Perhaps we're both royalty," Anna agreed, still letting her fingernails drag across the ribs of her sister's night gown.
Elsa grinned, gaining a little control over herself. "Perhaps."
With a quick wink, Anna retorted "and I expect to be treated that way at our ball tomorrow night."
A loving heart skipped a beat and Elsa momentarily had the wind knocked out of her. Her words came back as fast as boomerangs, and just as forcefully. You are royalty to me. Shaking at the flattering, she said "only if you treat me the same."
Elsa was not prepared to blush as hard as the did when Anna's response came. The younger girl lifted a pale, cold hand and gently placed her lips against it. Warm, wet, smooth, inviting. Those are the sensations that shot straight to Elsa's brain and sicced her heart like a Tesla Coil. "But of course, your highness," Anna playfully flirted.
Taking a moment to recuperate after the flirtatious comment knocked the wind out of her, Elsa had to consider her answer. Burning, the elder said "good," raising her chin proudly, much like she imagined a queen would, and waving her hand in a posh manner.
Narrowing her eyes, grinning widely, and shaking her head, Anna quipped "you really are the spoiled one, aren't you?"
"Yes," Elsa carried the playful conversation with, "and I expect you to treat me accordingly tomorrow."
"Oh, you bet I will, Blondie," Anna confirmed in an almost intimidating tone, but with a smile still plastered to her face.
With a smirk, Elsa intensely gazed at her sister, intent on replying. She swiftly got lost in the huge teal eyes looking at her, and her train of thought derailed in a quiet but hectic crash. Her mouth opened and tongue was still, heart swelling at the near contact.
A raised brow looked back. "Nothing? I guess you can say I leave you speechless."
Every day, every time I look at you. "Yes, your eyes are hypnotizing." Crap! Elsa immediately rued her words, covering her rosy red cheeks and lips with her hands. She was so embarrassed she felt like leaning all the way into her pillow and hiding beneath it for the rest of her days. That way, she wouldn't have to see her sister's reaction.
But the reaction was still intriguing to Elsa. Anna's face behaved like a raconteur of emotions for just a second. It seemed like as the sister's spent more and more time acting as close as they were, the more negligent Anna was becoming at controlling how she displayed her feelings. Or maybe Elsa was just becoming more attuned to the language.
Anna clearly considered the phrase for a moment, only then straying in to a slight smile of simple joy and finally on to forlorn longing. At least, that's what Elsa saw, but her mind could have been playing tricks on her. "And I'll make sure to, especially tomorrow."
Okay, Elsa was spent, she had no more energy or brainpower to forge a response, so all Anna got out of her was the subconscious grin.
After a few seconds, the younger girl seemed to acknowledge this fact and crawled farther onto her sister, overweening. Elsa had to take note of the brush of pressure when Anna's chest slid up to hers and rested there. Oh god, oh god! Her hands were yearning to slide between her legs, her core begging shamelessly for attention.
She hardly noticed how close Anna's face was until she felt the quick peck on the corner of her lip and heard the familiar, mellifluous voice chant "I'll take that look to mean you're excited, thank you very much." A fire seemed to stay simmering where Anna's lips touched, sending electrifying goose bumps all the way around Elsa's neck and shoulders.
Elsa gulped."Y-yeah, I c-can't wait!"
"Neither can I," Anna said with such an aboveboard, soft tone that it felt like a rock hitting Elsa. That coupled with the inadvertent brush of copper hair behind a red ear screamed a level of honesty that they'd only ever given to each other. It made Elsa's heart flutter, and she warmly smiled back. These were the moments she lived for: the seconds that made her feel like her and Anna were a couple, not sisters, like they could be together.
But there was simply no response to be given right then, it would have just been redundant, given her body language. She hugged Anna, even though there were already laying on top of each other, literally.
"But I do have to go to class," came the dismal whine from the little sibling.
"Uh- Y-yes, it's time to get up." She bucked the desire to stay in bed and trap Anna there with her.
The girls rose, ate, and Anna was ready to go in no time. She gave a quick but fiery kiss just by the corner of the lips to Elsa and was out the door. Elsa smiled like a fool. She burned inside with the desire to properly see her sister off, like a normal person. She wavered with apprehension for a moment, dread lacing its icy clutches around her lungs. To fight it, Elsa held her breath and moved towards the front window, her proximity to the outside terrorizing her like the boogie man. She faced her fear and looked out, just a few seconds too late. Anna's car was driving off. She waved at it as it vanished around the corner.
Once that happened, Elsa distanced herself from the window with haste. She was a little proud of herself, looking out that window was always hard, but she did it. She smiled truly and thought of all the time she had to kill. Biting her lip, she ran back to her room. She had unfinished business with her hand.
Study, study, study, Elsa reminded herself frequently throughout the morning. Out of necessity, of course. If she didn't, her mind would quickly wander away. She'd begin her prognostications for the next day, begin trying to guess what Anna would be wearing and what exactly they'd do.
She imagined it with dim lights, a slow song, and her and Anna dancing a little clumsily together. Anna would surely rest her head on Elsa's shoulder at some point and they'd relax in to each other. Elsa would feel the soft tingle of hair caressing her cheek and neck. She could almost feel the goosebumps it'd summon, the jumping her heart would be doing. She'd inhale and the smooth, subtle, flowery scent of her sister's hair would saturate her olfactory, springing sunlit blossoms all over her heart and stomach.
Elsa's hand would slowly rub the small of Anna's back, the beating of her heart antithetical to her calm demeanor and-
Stop, study! I'm getting off track... again. Elsa closed her eyes in focus and rubbed her fingertips against her temples for a moment. She didn't have the time today to waste it just yet, not until later. Plus, she didn't want to belie Saturday in her mind, lest she be disappointed. We're just sisters dancing, that's it, now do your work!
She crinkled her forehead with the focus of her eyes and began reading her notes. I'll just read through all my material until Anna gets home, then I'll start trying on dresses for tomorrow. After all, Anna would want to spend the evening trying on dresses anyway, so might as well corner of Elsa's lip turned up.
Finally, Anna was there. They did their usual greeting ritual, and Elsa began by reflex waltzing to the couch. It was just so natural feeling, she didn't even think about it. Not until the silence in her ears was interrupted, that is.
"Elsa."
The elder inquired "yes?"
"We should do our homework in your room."
A little perplexed, Elsa confirmed. "M-my room?"
With what the moon-kissed woman could swear was a red glow in the cheeks and a bashful smile, Anna said "yeah, your bed is super comfy, more comfy than the couch."
This elicited a quite accidental giggle and accompanying blush from Elsa as she grabbed her own immaculate braid to nervously fiddle with. "That sounds wonderful."
Up they went, Elsa feeling her heart beating gauchely against her ribs. She was always excited to cuddle with Anna, no matter what the circumstances. Plus, I don't even have any homework left to work on, so I can fully enjoy it.
Before Elsa knew it, they were getting cozy in her bed, backs up against the headrest. Anna was pulling out her laptop, appearing intent on her coursework before the machine had even started completely. Elsa practically purred as she settled in such that her thigh was flush with Anna's and their shoulders were squishing together.
She just stared at the perfect curve of Anna's button nose, and the creases of intent on her sister's forehead snaking like tiny cracks in otherwise flawlessly freckled skin. She began to feel her chest burn like a match. She had a sudden and overwhelming desire to be closer to Anna, she knew exactly what she wanted, and it tortured her as she gazed at her own amaranthine. She shook her head as if it'd dislodge her thoughts. She shifted in her seat, adjusting to be a little closer to Anna yet, which the younger girl didn't seem to notice, as she was now typing furiously at her keyboard.
"Don't you have some work you should be doing?" The question wasn't scolding or rude, it was light and playful, but still caught Elsa off guard, causing her to blink a few times in thought.
I should be doing you, not working.Elsa tensed her legs as the thought dripped seductively through her mind. "I- err, no, I did it earlier."
Anna's mouth became an uneven grin. "So you're just gonna sit here and watch me work?"
Elsa's heart stopped and her jaw hung loose as a goose. "I- uh- well- do- do you not want me to?"
Just as the younger of the sisters turned her head back to her screen, the elder spied a wide grin on those soft lips and a pinch of red infecting beautiful cheeks. "I didn't say that," Anna replied in a low, almost smug voice.
After letting her poor coronary organ calm down, Elsa smiled through her blush with a devilish grin. "Good, then I can stay here and distract you." She punctuated her sentence by plunging a slender finger into a trimmed, warm side.
Anna shrieked and giggled with a back arched sharper than a scared cat's. "Els-ah!"
"What's the matter? Am I bothering you?" Again, the elder emphasized herself physically, but this time, she opted to lightly tickle her sister. It was either Elsa or the room getting very hot, she couldn't tell.
Laughing uncontrollably now, Anna was curling up with a bright red face, trying desperately to defend herself. "Els- agh!" Anna proceeded to beg for mercy.
Caught up by the light yet arousing mood flowing between them, Elsa eventually relented, allowing her sister reprieve to end her respite. As she re-settled into place, retrieving her laptop from the depths of the blanket it was so carelessly buried in, she threatened "be careful, or you'll never find out what's in that mystery box."
Elsa felt kind of like a child who had just been told that they can't have ice cream. She narrowed her eyes "you drive a hard bargain, Freckles."
Flipping her hair pridefully, Anna quipped "only because you force my hand, dear Blondie."
A wildfire crackled across the elder's cheeks, leaving them scorched red. Her mind jumped from the mysterious box of Anna's to the ball the very next day, where it steadfastly halted. She had a dreadful realization. "I still don't know what I'm wearing tomorrow," she muttered to herself.
It was odd, how ringingly silent the room became when Anna stopped typing, and how long it took for Elsa to notice from behind the wall of haze that was her thoughts. She did, however, eventually snap out of it and meet the teasingly serious and almost palpable stare of teal eyes just inches from her own.
Elsa was sucked into the gaze. "W-what?"
"You still don't know what you're wearing?" An eyebrow raised.
Snatching her braid a little defensively, the elder looked away to alleviate the pressure encroaching on her chest. She knew Anna was joking, but she was still inexplicably embarrassed due to her wardrobe indecisiveness. "Well I just, I was- wanted to..."
"Wanted to..." The red head continued for her, leaving a pause suspended between them for a couple of seconds. "Make sure to look your best for me?" Elsa was busy blushing herself, but she swore she noticed the beginning of a ripe tomato blossoming on her sister's cheeks, just above her smile. Elsa noted a certain glitter in Anna's eye.
"Y-yes, that," Elsa responded with mawkish honesty.
This seemed to please Anna like a new treasure to a dragon. "Good," she squeaked, "because I'm gonna look my best for you, too."
Elsa just about died right then and there.
"Right," Anna said, abruptly shutting her computer as Elsa was drifting in and out of being half asleep later that afternoon.
After their little back and forth, Elsa decided to just lean back, relax, and let her mind run free like a dog with no leash for a time.
Apparently, Anna was done working now. "That's that, let's get ready for tomorrow!" She was standing upright so fast that Elsa didn't even see her moving.
Being dragged out of drowsiness by Anna was actually quite a quick and painless process, especially when she knew that she was about to be dressing up for Anna and, just as importantly, Anna would be dressing up for her. With butterflies in her stomach, Elsa yawned "I believe you're right."
The strawberry blonde was already prancing towards the door when she turned and said "of course I am" with a wink that melted Elsa before leaving and shutting the door behind herself.
Elsa walked in to her packed, glorious closet of options. Her mind raced and clawed for the perfect choice. She had to be bold, but not belie herself, she had to dress as if her and Anna were going on an actual date, but not so overtly that it gave away her feelings. She needed to walk a fine tight rope, balancing between sisterly enough and pushing the boundaries.
Elsa wasn't crazy, she already new which dress she'd be wearing tomorrow, but she had to comfort her choice, as it were. She had to try more on, to prove that her new green dress was the right choice. The crimson dress. I almost wore it the night I met Hans, on me and Anna's double date. It was bold, it really made her stand out like fire in a snowstorm, and Elsa loved the command it gave her. She sifted through her neatly stowed garments and pulled out the dark red outfit. She undressed and donned her new cloth, checking herself out in the mirror.
She definitely appreciated the aura of power it gave her, and that hint of ersatz sexual prowess it bestowed, and with some red lipstick and accenting makeup, Elsa knew she'd look stunning. She grinned for a moment, still examining her own curves and trying to decide how Anna would look at them. If she even would look at them. The sensual authority this dress veiled her with wasn't by any stretch of anyone's imagination real, Elsa decided.
I don't know how to be sexy like that. I have to be myself tomorrow. After all, she wanted to be able to relax and have fun on her special night with her sister. She affirmed that such a dress was too sexy.
She wondered, for a little while, what Anna would be wearing, how she'd choose to present herself. How revealing would she be? What color? How form fitting would the dress be? Elsa's heart quickened in her chest. It felt like it was weak, just like her knees were becoming. Every image flashing through her mind made Anna even more sexualized. She wanted to let the thoughts sit for a little, but decided that before any of that, she needed to confirm her outfit.
She took off her crimson dress and perused her selections farther. Sexy, but still me. That's what she needed. There was a plain black dress with a slightly short skirt. No, too simple. She passed her vast selection of blue dresses. Her favorite color. Elsa had several very nice dresses in such a palate, ranging from cyan to dark, royal blue that was befitting for a queen. She reached out to one that had a skirt reaching just to the knees and a slightly open chest. One that accentuated her wide hips and very three dimensional bust loyally, but her hand curled away at the last second. I always wear blue. Too normal. I want to do something different tomorrow. Different but me, for Anna.
"For Anna," Elsa repeated to herself. The corner of her lips turned up, a surefire grin to showcase how right her original choice knew exactly where it was, and in no time, her hand was tracing a rich green skirt and a spirit green top trimmed regally. She recalled her Freudian slip as she was perched next to Anna on the couch while she bought this dress. "I guess that I'm yours whenever I'm wearing it." She blushed for no one in particular. It's the perfect time to break this dress in. After all, I'm all Anna's tomorrow.
Elsa grinned. Well, I'm always Anna's. She dressed herself up, shaking with excitement to see herself in the outfit. In no time, she was staring herself down in the mirror.
Green was a little unusual to see on herself. It looked great, Elsa thought, but it still took some getting used to. But it fit the occasion. She was just being herself, and she belonged to Anna by every stretch of the word, no matter how impossible them truly being together was. In her mind, she added stilettos to her feet, shiny green ones, and a spirit green bow in her hair. The accessories, albeit imaginary for the moment, made her look even more like Anna owned every loving bone in Elsa's body.
The intense green trim on the bodice marked her curves tightly, thinning her waist and accentuating her bust. Her slender, pale, and ever so lightly freckled arms were completely exposed, as well as her shoulders and sternum. The natural pink hue of her cheeks and chest were exaggerated by the opposing green of her dress, bringing her skin a bounty of life.
And her breasts. They weren't completely hidden, but rather exposed some cleavage, enough that Elsa felt bold wearing the dress but comfortable enough to break it out, so long as no one but Anna saw her. Which they wouldn't.
She was happy with the dress, perfectly so. The way it popped the red on her lips and made her look like a woman, not a girl. There was, however, one last detail to settle: her hair. The braid looked out of place with the getup, despite it being so familiar and comforting to her. Elsa bit her lip hard in thought. Anna will be there, and only Anna, she reminded herself. Anxiety played a fiddle in the pit of her stomach. She'll be there, so I should- I want to step outside of my comfort zone.
Elsa closed her eyes and began unweaving her hair, a normal action for the evening, yet it felt so different now. Perhaps because I'm not doing to it go to sleep, I'm doing it to present myself in an entirely new way.
She opened her eyes to see the errant mass of hair left behind and had a moment of amusement at how out of place her dress looked with such ridiculous hair. Then, she got hard at work brushing her long, blonde locks.
Opening her eyes once again as she finished grooming the last of her mane, she met her own eyes in the mirror. Her hair was down, straight but with plenty of volume, smooth and shining. She was stricken by how incredible of a resemblance she bore to Anna in that moment, with that light. The only differences were the obvious hair color discrepancy, the less prominent freckles, and the subtle height change.
That made it easy to pretend she was looking right into the eyes of her Anna, especially given the green dress. And just like earlier, she got lost in Anna's facsimile. She was no longer staring at herself, but longing at her sister. Her heart worked harder and her lungs dried her mouth.
And Elsa got drawn in by the tractor beam of affection. She took a deep breath and anchored her gaze on pink lips. Her breath drew in tightly, her chest clamming up as she thought about leaning in. She could just close her eyes, pucker her lips, and steal Anna's right then and there.
Elsa's eyes began to flutter, her vision blurring more and her willpower dwindling like a stream in a drought. The drum-like pounding of her heart thudded in her temples and chest, her lips filled with hot blood and her ears blanked out all auditory stimulation.
Cold of the mirror surprised her a little, but she hadn't lost complete touch with reality. Her eyes popped open, only to meet their own reflections from millimeters away. Crimson filed into her cheeks when she realized that she had just kissed the mirror, pretending it was her own sister. She cleared her throat like an orator with stage fright. "Don't do that tomorrow," she mumbled to herself in scold and wiped a mark of red lipstick off the mirror.
I'll have to control myself carefully. Not that anything was new, really, she just now realized how much she'd have to remind herself to be a sister, not a lover. Anyway, she mentally changed her own subject, shifting her train of though to a new set of rails, if only to avoid crashing headlong into embarrassment, it's just about time to get ready for bed.
Elsa stripped herself of her dress, smiling as she thought about how she'd wear it the next day. She tossed her underwear into the hamper and wrapped her naked body in a towel. She practically skipped towards her door, sleeping would be difficult that night. She plunged into the hallway and noticed as she arrived at the bathroom that the light was on. She listened and realized that the water was running. Anna's showering. That was a good thought, Elsa shivered at its implications. She was about to turn away and wait in her room...
But, no, I couldn't have just heard that. But maybe she did, right? Elsa narrowed her eyes in focus, honing in her ears like a cat's. Just the constant stream of water from the shower head. She kept listening, though, harder, crouching by the door. "Ah-ah-" came Anna's soft moaning from within.
Elsa's eyes popped right out of her skull like balloons. Her skin flushed with rapidly moving stripes of flame and ice, clenching her core and spitting a furious salamander's primal breath into her center. Anna's masturbating in the shower. The truth of the thought, along with the images it produced with the efficiency of an industrial printer, was almost harrowing. Her breathing all but stopped and her knees forsook her. "Agh," she whispered to herself, practically soaking her towel. Elsa had to sit there for a few minutes to gain an inkling of control over her disheveling arousal.
A short time later, she slowly stood, fully intending to lock herself away in her room for a bit of alone time to take care of what, at this point, could no longer be described as a desire, but a need.
Click
Elsa's eyes bolstered their size for the third time that day.
"Elsa!" came the shriek from behind her, causing the elder to squeal in surprise. "Hi- you- here- uh, what are you uh, you doing outside the bathroom?"
"I um- I j-just- I was going to shower, but- but uh, you were in it, so..." With a blush so intense that it lit up the walls around her red, the platinum blonde faced her sister.
Anna was very red. Like super red, at least as red as her sister. I would be too if Anna was standing right here after... that! "So you, so you uh-" Anna tucked some hair behind her ear. She was in just a towel. The same as Elsa, so exposed. "-just got here?"
With a mighty gulp, Elsa lied. "Y-yeah."
This seemed to relax the younger sibling a great deal. She exhaled quite loudly and said "oh good- er- I mean, not good, but okay, I'm glad you weren't there long- n-not 'cause I was doing anything! I just, it'd be weird if you waited right outside the door, right? Eh-heh." She started rubbing the back of her neck, her face stuck in a sort of perpetual wince. With her free hand, Anna held her towel in place.
A baby of a giggle escape Elsa's mouth, despite the incredibly awkward tension between the two. "Yes, I- I suppose that would be bizarre." That's exactly what I just did.
Anna provided a rather uncomfortable little smile and began walking away. She turned with that same little smile, but it looked a little more right this time. "I'll uh- see you for bed!"
With what little strength she had, Elsa waved and muttered "okay." Her mind was still on what she just heard from the shower, and Anna walking away. She had plenty of time to shower now, and even though her knees were still weak and shaking from the encounter, she hungrily turned towards the bathroom door and went in.
By the time she was done panting in the shower, the adrenaline from earlier had worn off, for Anna, too. They were crawling into bed. It was warm and relaxed, and Elsa was sinking slowly for one reason: the ball the next day. Sleep was far off, but tranquility seemed just around the corner. She happily sighed, idly scratching her back of her sister while a foreign hand rested on her stomach, teasing her abdomen with its nails. She saw nothing but the darkness of her eye lids. Anna's head bore down upon her chest with moderate weight, the familiar tickle of her hair comforting her cheek. The smell of lilac filtered into her nose from her sister's silky hair, and the mint of her freshly brushed teeth cooled her mouth.
Tomorrow is our date.
A/N: Again, apologies for the delay, I hope you're still with me!
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