A/N: I know, I know, first off, this chapter's very late, and second, it's not even Saturday for me. I had this chapter done a few days ago but just wasn't able to post it yesterday like I thought I would be able to, so I decided I'd rather not wait another week.

Enjoy:)

Elsa woke up quite quickly, yet it seemed to go by smoothly. Excitement ensured that, turning the process of removing herself from the clutches of sleep, usually a drawn out, into a rapid leap headlong into the arms of wakefulness.

She looked over at Anna and already began daydreaming about later that day. Anna would be dressed up, they'd dance, and it was going to be perfect. Elsa wondered if she should cook a special dinner for them. I'll ask Anna when she wakes up. Until then, Elsa decided that, since it was a weekend after all, she'd just enjoy the slumbering company she had.

The box came to mind. The secret within, what Anna was hiding. Elsa was fairly certain that it was a dress, but what if it was something else? She told herself a million times that it was nothing insane, but she couldn't help but imagine her Anna pulling out various, rather revealing sets of lingerie. Elsa bit her lip as she imagined Anna in a sheer set, the garments just barely concealing everything that her younger sister has to offer. She began breathing heavily. Stop, not now, not now.

This is just going to be a happy day for both of us, don't ruin it for Anna by fantasizing too much. Be a sister. Elsa closed her eyes and breathed deeply to mentally prepare herself for such a difficult task. Don't upset Anna. That's silly, I never upset Anna! Elsa furrowed her brows in a moment of doubt. Do I? She thought about the dejected mood that her sister used to slip into here and there. No, we resolved that, stop. Elsa eventually convinced herself that she was just over thinking things, but also came to a sort of agreement with herself, that she'd be extra caring to make it a perfect day. Once she realized that, it was simpler to relax and enjoy the predictable rise and fall of Anna's breath. It was hypnotizing.

Eventually, Anna did wake up, but only after Elsa bravely planted a kiss on her cheek. After their usual morning greeting and hygienic process, they went downstairs for breakfast. They giggled and talked like normal, and Elsa felt the pressure in her chest build in preparation. Once there was a moment of silence after their meal, she took her opportunity.

"Should I make us something special for dinner tonight?" Her voice wavered at the end. It felt more like something to ask if they were actually going on a date. God she loved that feeling, despite how incredibly intimidating it was.

Anna seemed to blush a little, and gave a slightly shy smile back. Quite uncharacteristic of her to be shy, Elsa mused. "I thought I'd try my hand at cooking for us again."

Elsa couldn't help a quick chuckle. She raised an eyebrow and opened her mouth to speak, only to be cut off swiftly by her flamboyant sister, who pointed a spoon at her almost as if to threaten.

"Don't say it," she demanded, audibly trying to keep a straight face. "I know what happened last time, but I've learned from my mistake, err, I think, but I'm gonna do it!"

Laughing a little more but covering with her hand, Elsa replied "I'm sure you can."

Anna reveled in her minor victory for a moment by sitting back in her seat. It felt nice, Elsa decided, knowing that Anna wanted to cater the night in such a way. Sure, the elder loved cooking and enjoyed it even more so when she was preparing a dish for her sister, but she could look passed that. Her heart felt fluffy.

They put their dishes away and goofed off downstairs until the early afternoon. With the dance hanging over her head, it was hard for Elsa to focus on anything, but she managed sometimes.

"Now," the younger girl said to end one of their silly exchanges of wit, "let's get you upstairs."

Elsa's eyes widened. You mean get me into bed? You can do that. Her initial thought aside, she was baffled trying to figure out what Anna wanted. "Wha-huh-why?"

"Because," Anna smirked with a ripe blush, "I need to start decorating the house for your ball."

"Don't you mean 'we'?"

Elsa noticed pearly white teeth nibble on a pink, smooth lower lip. "No, I mean me. You are gonna go do what pretty blondes do upstairs while I make sure that everything down here is perfect." She punctuated herself by pressing a finger to Elsa's sternum and pressed in such that the elder had to take one step back (and consequently towards the staircase) to avoid kilter.

Her mouth hung open for a moment before she said "Wh- up stairs? So you don't want help decorating?" The inquiry came out a little more desperate sounding than Elsa wanted it to.

A roll of teal eyes with a flippant smile. "No, silly, of course I want you to decorate, but I want it to be a surprise more."

Elsa's heart skipped a beat. Anna was putting a lot of blatant effort into this night and it made Elsa feel special. So, incredibly, wonderfully, and mind-numbingly special. She smiled and blushed, the heated honey she'd become so familiar with as of late dripping down around he heart and stomach. "You're perfect," she let slide. It came out a little flippantly, which Elsa was quite relieved about, as she imagined the tone saved her from a very awkward moment.

Instead, Anna's nose scrunched up. Elsa's heart actually hurt at how adorable that was. "Well duh, I already know that, silly goose."

With a giggle and a skeptically raised eyebrow, the elder sibling retorted "okay now you're just being a little full of yourself."

Anna nodded contently. "When am I not full of myself?"

Elsa rolled her eyes and grinned. "You dork."

"A proud one, too." Then, Blondie found herself being gently pushed backwards by hands on either of her collar bones. "Now, my favorite sister in the whole wide world, get upstairs."

Elsa went willingly, somewhat. "But what am I supposed to do?" When she made close contact with beautiful teal, she realized exactly what she could do alone stuck in her room all afternoon. She blinked a few times, as if it'd stop Anna from being able to look through her eyes into her mind.

But then Anna shrugged. "I dunno, try on dresses, watch a movie, read a book, make yourself even prettier, anything that makes you not down here."

Elsa pursed her lips before she turned to climb the flight. "As you wish, your highness."

Anna seemed pleased with this. "I'll call you when I'm ready."

It had been hours. Elsa was getting antsy, her excitement was bottling up like fizz in a bottle, destined to explode. And she was feeling it. She'd open her computer, flip it shut, check her phone, and have a brief staring contest with the door, all while her knee bounced up and down impatiently.

That's not to say she didn't jump out of her skin when there was a knock at the door, because she did. "Elsa! Time to get ready, but don't you dare go downstairs before I say!"

Elsa chuckled. Anna sounded quite serious, in the most playful way. "Okay, Princess Anna."

Both went to their private respective closets, Anna in her own room. At least, that's what Elsa assumed as she stepped into her own closet to dress up. Her heart skipped a beat. Anna's dressing up for me. She shivered while she slipped into the green dress she had tried on the previous evening. She mused on exactly how she would behave that evening. She was mentally preparing to skirt a thin line between date and sister. She was ecstatic to look her prettiest for Anna.

Checking the mirror, Elsa put her hair down, just like before; and just like last time, it was slightly nerve-rattling. She met her own blue eyes, standing against the green reflection, but this time didn't kiss it. No, this time, it was time to perfect her presentation.

She rooted through shoes for the emerald green stilettos that she knew Anna owned. She then plucked a shiny green ribbon- again from Anna's things- and tied it in her hair such that it held the top layer back, while the remainder of her curvy hair cascaded down her shoulders like a moonlit waterfall. She applied cherry red lipstick and even deepened her eyeshadow a slight amount.

And the ribbon tied it all together. It perked up the red in her cheeks and lips even more, falling gently down with her hair and shimmering in the light. Elsa took a deep, rather shaky breath. She hadn't even realized how nervous she truly was until that instant. Her hands were shaking and slightly clammy, and her knees were wobbling. Her chest was burning off. She closed her eyes for a moment of concentrated silence before she went down to see the big reveal awaiting her, before she saw how Anna was dressed. Remember, sisters, it's going to be-

"Elsaaa!" Came a shrill sounding yet excited scream from downstairs. It was distinctly un-lady like, only Anna could produce such a sound and still make it music to the elder's ears. "You can come down now!"

Elsa took a sharp inhale in and looked at herself one more time in the mirror. You're gonna do great, she told herself as if she was a teenager preparing for prom. In a way, this was her prom, so it at least was fitting. With Anna.Elsa's heart skipped like an old record. She made her way to the stairs, all the while wondering what sort of decorations Anna put in the room and on herself.

The first thing that Elsa noticed was that the downstairs area was quite dim, at least from the staircase she was descending. As she arrived downstairs she looked around in wonderment at the sparkling lights and decorations, and as she scoured, she heard her Anna humming from another room. Tinsel wove around shelves and furniture, shining by the soft glow of zigzagged, wound, and drooping Christmas lights. Fake holly was stashed wherever it could fit, on book shelves, the television stand, the counters, and more. The coffee table had been overrun by candles of Christmas red and green, which were standing in a sea of holly. Elsa admired more candles on the counters in the kitchen, along with a small fake Christmas tree with cute miniature globe ornaments on a kitchen table. She spied Anna's laptop and some speakers hooked up on a shelf, partially camouflaged by holly and tinsel, like a soldier awaiting his opportunity.

Christmas nick-knacks of snowman and caroling choirs danced about the tabletops and counters, playing merrily by the TV. The only available light was that heavy, flickering light of the candles and the colored and thick light of the Christmas lights sprawled about everywhere. The air was warm with the burning of candles, making it feel heavy in Elsa's lungs, just as she hoped it would that evening.

She looked around in awe, mouth slightly ajar, admiring the incredible attention to detail. No wonder this took Anna all afternoon, everything was perfectly in its place, each little piece helping to balance the whole scene. It had been so long since Elsa saw Christmas decorations that she'd almost forgotten that they had any at all. Anna must have dug them up like a hound and brushed the dust off of everything.

It was just like.. before Elsa's crash. The family never went too overboard for Christmas, but Anna had used all of the decorations. Elsa's heart suddenly ached for those days of the past, for family Christmases with their mother, to go out shopping for her dear Anna. She didn't realize how intensely she missed all that.

And Anna was bringing it back into her life. Elsa took a shaky breath and batted a tear from her eye, it burned mildly as the salty drop slid away. Good Lord, Anna could not fathom how much she was loved right then and there. Elsa's heart was almost violently overflowing, pressurized and ready to burst. There was just one last thing to see: Anna. If she put this much effort into their surroundings, Elsa had to see how her sister dressed now.

"Do you like it?"

The timing was almost poetic. Elsa turned around to see her beloved standing in the middle of it all, within all the organized chaos of decoration stood the prettiest piece.

Elsa opened her mouth to say something, but when she got a look at Anna she became speechless, mouth agape. Anna stood with dilated pupils in the dim light, staring right back at Elsa. She wore a dress of blue, very similar to the dress that Elsa had on, with a royal blue skirt, and a sky blue top trimmed with the same regal shade of the bottom. It twinkled with the colored lights and thickly yellow candle light.

Anna's normally teal eyes looked dark blue in the light and with her gown, her strawberry blonde hair was let down, waving and resting with gentle volume on her exposed shoulders. She wore pink lipstick, which Elsa found worked well with the dress, as both colors were a little muted and complemented each other. Although she took great care in applying eyeliner and sparing eyeshadow, the younger girl must have known that Elsa liked her freckles, because she hadn't masked them with any makeup. They were there on her cheeks, on her shoulders, on her chest, and everywhere else.

But the trail of sunspots that led Elsa to her sister's chest nearly burst her eyes right out of her skull. The dress had no shoulder straps and hung low, pushing up Anna's breasts, making them look even fuller than they actually were. Especially with the contouring of the light heavily shadowing Anna's freckled cleavage. That's when the elder realized that the stark lighting probably made her own cleavage stand out quite a lot, and she could feel Anna's eyes roaming her. Elsa was short on breath. Her stomach buzzed with activity as she kept examining her sibling.

The gown was tight on Anna's hips, making them flare out, hugging her tight stomach and sides. And there, Elsa noticed, was a second difference between their two dresses. While Anna's was still only knee length, it had a slit on the right side that came up a little over halfway on the side of the younger girl's thigh. Elsa could see a peak of toned, smooth skin under the light. She traced her sister's luscious calves down to see, to Elsa's delight, sapphire blue high heels. She had a single moment of concern, given her sister's historic relationship with clumsiness, but decided that they looked too good on Anna to be a bad choice.

With a heart beating a mile a minute and a stomach churning with butterflies, she finally looked back up at her sister's eyes, which were looking down to Elsa's feet for a few more moments. She could see the teeth resting on Anna's lower lip, see the awe in her eyes, and it drove Elsa wild.

But then their eyes met. Elsa took a deep breath.

"Elsa, you're amazing..." The elder was speechless, so she had to endure the moment of silent anticipation as she watched her sister's mouth move up and down a few times. "Wow," came the eventual whisper, clearly not exactly meant for Elsa to hear, just Anna collecting her thoughts.

Anna's speechless. The room seemed quite hot, and Elsa would have liked to blame it on the candles, but she knew her own reddened cheeks were just as guilty. Elsa tried to talk but her jittery cheerfulness caused her words to elude her for a stretch of time that just seemed to drag on and on. "I- you- just- Anna you- you look breathtaking- and- and this-" she held her arms out, gesturing to their surroundings, "all this is amazing."

The younger sibling grinned shyly and nervously tucked a hair that was actually a little out of place behind her ear, blushing at the ground. "Thanks, Elsa. I wanted to- er- you know, make up for all the years we've missed being a family." Her voice wavered at the end, and Elsa's heart bled for her sister, but also for years passed and moments they'd missed with family.

She sniffled and wiped off eyes that were simmering in tears. "You were there, th-that was enough."

This seemed to make Anna dwell more on the passed, and although she smiled affectionately at her sister, a piece of her remained as if it was in mourning of a loss. Elsa could see it right through Anna's eyes, the sadness. She wanted to fix it and her mind worked double overtime to think of something. "You look beautiful," she blurted out. And she wasn't at all embarrassed.

The compliment washed away that dark shadow in Anna's eyes like a flood ferrying away debris. "Thank you." Anna was chewing on her lower lip quite viciously. "You look stunning, Elsa."

Pale cheeks lit up like Christmas lights but burning much more heat off into the atmosphere. Her stomach vibrated. "Thank you. I- you're wearing blue."

Anna chuckled. "Blue, yes, very good, Elsa."

Elsa blushed vividly. She felt like a bumbling fool. "My color."

Now it was the younger sibling's turn to turn bright red. She bit her lip and looked Elsa in the eye. It made a loving heart skip a beat and her stomach feel like it had bumblebees prancing clumsily around inside. "Oh yes, and you're wearing my color. Looks like you're mine and I'm- I'm y-yours." Anna hesitated for a moment. "For-for tonight, huh?"

That made the elder's heart explode into an army of warm, mushy pieces and made her face so hot that she swore the room started doing laps around her. "Of-of course." Tonight was a dream come true.

They just smiled at each other for a moment, until Anna abruptly stated "I think it's time for some music."

She tried to elegantly stomp over to open her laptop and pressed a button as Elsa just fumbled in place for a second. Music meant dancing, Anna wanting the music on now meant that she wanted to dance with Elsa now. Elsa sucked in unsatisfying breaths trying to steady her nerves so she wouldn't be vibrating during their dance. It was finally happening and she felt like she was on a collision course with a train.

Slow music started playing. The first thing that Elsa noticed about it was that it was soothing and the beat was a six-count. She listened to the relaxing instrumental, learning the beat so she could dance to it, and trying to dissect Anna's choice of music. Everything else had been meticulously and purposefully placed, so the music was chosen intently. Elsa wanted to figure out her sister's reasoning for her music choice, so she listened.

The vocals entered, and the elder was a little surprised to hear a foreign language being sung. She was by no means a linguistic wizard, but she did her best to surmise the language being spoken. It sounded... French. Anna chose French music. Slow, French music. French was nice sounding, but first and foremost it was a romance language. Elsa gulped. She's strictly your sister, not a date, don't do anything stupid. She looked at Anna.

The younger was looking back expectantly, still standing by the computer, but with rosy red cheeks. Elsa gulped and smiled, already reprimanding herself for thinking about crossing their sisterly boundaries, but nonetheless opened her arms to her sister.

Anna took this as an invitation and began walking forward. Elsa mentally prepared to dance so that she wouldn't swoon. That would be embarrassing. Just then, however, Anna lost her footing in her stilettos and squeaked as she toppled forward like a Jenga tower.

Elsa's eyes bulged and she reflexively reach out to catch her sister, the moment in time seeming to slow down at the red head flared her arms and legs in a vein attempt to regain her balance. She ended up falling face first into Elsa's arms, her face landing exactly on Elsa's chest, mouth still agape in start.

Being conscious of where her sibling's head was was almost painful. Elsa could feel the slightly cool button nose of Anna's between her cleavage, and swore she felt the faintest hint of teeth scraping against her nipple as the two righted themselves. She held to Anna's shoulders, because fainting was a very real possibility at that point. Heat flared in her core like gasoline had been squirted onto a pile of burning embers.

"Sorry, sorry, I uh, sorry Elsa, I didn't- I just tripped and I fell on your- on your um, your b-br- err, I'm sorry." Elsa felt boiled alive in the thick and now searing atmosphere. Anna's skin had lost all traces of color except for red.

"It- it's uh- it's o-okay."

Anna giggled nervously, pushing some hair behind her ear. "Maybe um, maybe high heels aren't the best choice, huh?"

The younger's comment got a rigid chuckle from the elder. "Well you do look ravishing in them, but um, but I suppose not." Both girls looked at each other for a moment, still standing practically touching one another and latched to each other's arms in an attempt to make sure one didn't fall again. After a second of silence allowed the situation to fully sink in and the awkwardness to begin leaking out, they both burst into laughter and slipped out of their shoes.

"You klutz," Elsa giggled.

Anna smirked and stifled a guffaw. "Watch it, you, or I might fall over during our dance."

"Well then, I'll just have to catch you again."

"Then maybe I will fall." The tone was still light-hearted, but the red head's face became a little bit more serious, and Elsa couldn't help but think her sister looked a little bit like a child wishing on a star. There was the same, deep look in the eyes, a similar but subtle raising of the eyebrows. She didn't know what to make of it, so she smiled at her sister.

The song changed just then, just as romantic as the first, and just as French. It seemed to snap Anna out of her own mind. She smiled brightly at Elsa. Anna cleared her throat and stepped into position. Elsa gulped. This was actually it, provided there were no more catastrophic mishaps like during the previous song. Her heart dripped with warm, shiny honey all over her stomach, which still felt like and active jackhammer. They looked in to each other's eyes. "Shall we?"

Elsa nodded rapidly in agreement with her sister. "Y-yes, we shall." Both girls reached their arms out in an attempt to take the female role in the dance: one arm out and the other planted softly but surely on a shoulder.

"Uh, um, let's..." Anna began but never finished. She was blushing hard.

When they realized that they both took the follow, they awkwardly giggled. "Okay, switch," Elsa muttered as they yanked their hands back and each tried to take the lead position again, simultaneously.

Elsa was trying to hold a somewhat straight face but simply couldn't, laughs were escaping like steam through a broken gasket, and Anna just burst into a fit of giggles. She stood up straight after a moment, nodded to get herself in check, and finally took control of the situation. "Right, you put your hand on my hip, I'll lead."

Elsa shuddered. She would gladly put her hand there. "O-okay yeah." She did as she was told. Her hand felt hot against the tight contour of Anna's dress, resting right on the hip bone that made such a good handle. The silky softness of her younger sister's dress slid tantalizingly upon Elsa's fingers. Her mouth went a little bit dry as she thought about how close her digits were to this beautiful, thoughtful girl's backside.

Anna began leading a slow dance, stepping in time with the music, guiding Elsa in a gentle square. Simple steps, but enough, enough to get the younger's hips swaying, that's for sure. The elder followed along just fine, she wasn't very practiced, but she knew the basic steps. She began to feel warm and needy as the sensation of her sisters rather full and swaying hips tickled at her hand. Her breathing became shallow. Relax, enjoy the time. Don't be so tense. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Her head came to rest on well-groomed copper hair.

The music came in to focus, and even though her tactile play with Anna was still building in its opening act, she was able to focus on meeting the rhythm of the music with her motions, and Anna's dancing hips rocking Elsa to sleep like soft waves at sea.

A draft of cool air on her head caused Elsa opened her eyes. It must have been Anna lifting her head, because she was staring back with a warm smile on her face that almost melted Elsa's heart. The sisters were moving fluidly, their bosoms almost touching, and the music smoothing out the atmosphere. It felt incredibly intimate to Elsa. Especially when the third song began and they just naturally scooted closer. Elsa now, however, began stroking and playing with Anna's hair, enjoying it's soft nature and scratching lightly with her other hand on a thin waist.

Anna returned the favor, giving Elsa goosebumps all up and down her chest and arms.

Now, she could feel her sister's petite breasts brushing up against her own, their stomachs would touch one another if the dance steps were slightly out of sync. Elsa tried to stop the fire on her chest from reaching between her legs, but it did anyway. No matter how much proverbial water she threw on it, it just grew and grew every time her sister's chest touched her own. It send lightning-like shivers down her spine.

They remained dancing like this for some time, making little comments and conversation here and there, placing shy little kisses on one another's cheeks, and once rubbing their freckled, button noses together. Anna would hum to the songs or just purr like a cat every now and again, and Elsa thought it was absolutely adorable. This was a wonderful evening.

As the night wore on, they were both become more tired and more lazy with their dancing. By now, they were mostly just swaying back and forth in each other's arms. Anna had given up supporting all of her own weight and was leaning completely in to Elsa, her hair of strawberry perched atop the elder's collar bone.

Anna now had one arm wrapped around Elsa's back, who was returning the favor with both arms to hold closer. Every now and then, she's lightly massage her sibling's back, rousing a pleasant but silent rebuttal. Anna's free arm was resting around her sister's neck, and would scratch lightly around the area, down to just below Elsa's collar bone.

Every single time the younger girl did such a thing, goosebumps would erupt like a million active volcanoes all over Elsa's body, making her breath shudder and her reflexively press inward to their embrace. She had practically forgotten about her rule: act like a sister, not a lover.

"You're a very tactile person," Anna quietly commented as she ran her nails along the top of her sister's sternum.

It took a while, but Elsa eventually properly processed what she had just heard, while still steaming from the touch. That was weird for a sister to say, right? It had to be, it was just came from so far out of the blue, it was like a sucker punch to the jaw. She caught her breath as if recovering from such a blow. "I- I what?" She was less perplexed than just trying to keep her heart beating. She already knew that she was sensitive to touch, after all.

It's just that Anna had noticed that. Elsa was overheating.

The younger sibling withdrew her hand from a porcelain collar bone and chewed her lip, blushing as she tried to explain herself. "It's just that you- you get goosebumps whenever I touch you and- you- and you just seem to uh- l-like it when- I mean you react really strongly to it but- but- it's cute! Like not cute cute, but cute, just... cute."

Elsa was floating in limbo between giggling, swooning, and adoration and it was exhausting. She saw stars. "Oh I um-"

"-I'm sorry, Elsa, that was- that was weird." Anna looked like a little innocent puppy waiting to be yelled at.

The fear of repercussions in the younger girl's eyes was crystal clear. Elsa just wanted to make it go away. She knew exactly how her sister felt in that moment, or close at least, because she had said really bizarre things to Anna several times before, and in those moments just hoped with all her mite that she wasn't about to lose such a wonderful sister. Except, for Elsa, there was the not so little wrinkle that she was in love with her sister.

"N-no it's- it's okay. You're um, you're right, I- I do like it."

While Elsa's heart may have been pounding like a war drum in her ears and her stomach alight with angry little bees buzzing and stinging everywhere, Anna looked somewhat relieved."Oh okay, good!" She smiled at Elsa. "I like making you happy."

Elsa blushed. "I l-like making you happy, t-too." There was a short pause as they just looked at each other, and for some reason, the elder felt the need to fill it. Like it was a pothole she'd drive right into otherwise. "I'll always be there to make you happy."

At first, Anna's face brightened up and her spine stood on end. She overtly loved what her sister had said, and it made Elsa feel all tingly inside. But then, as Anna insisted "you're perfect, Elsa," she let her shoulders slump a little and her eyes drop.

Anna disappeared into her own world for a moment, there were clearly hundreds of thoughts flying around in that precious head, and Elsa wished she knew what they were. Then I- I could help with whatever she's thinking about. It's clearly upsetting her. The red head's brows were loose over her eyes, which were looking wishfully off to the side. Elsa pursed her lips. "Anna," she softly called.

Teal eyes blinked as fast as a hummingbird flaps its wings. The former dejectedness was usurped by surprise. "Yes, hello, that's me."

Elsa giggled, covering it up with her mouth. "Are you okay?"

Anna grinned and tilted her head to the side as she moved a stray clump of hair to behind her ear. She didn't look or sound entirely convincing. "Of course! How could I not be, tonight's been wonderful."

"Any night with you is wonderful" slipped out of Elsa's mouth like soap through her hands in a shower.

Almost like a child on Christmas morning, the younger girl's eyes and face lit up, color still inundating and bringing extra character to her face. And for the first time, Elsa didn't panic because of her little slip of the tongue, mostly because Anna's positive reaction was so rapid. "Oh, Elsa."

As the elder raised her brow, Anna chewed her lip. She wanted to say something, and as per usual, nervousness invaded Elsa's stomach like a colony of wasps hellbent on stinging the organ to death. She took a deep breath in preparation, something she noticed her sister also doing.

Anna continued. "I want to- um, I think- I want to say- ugh, that um," There was a momentary pause. The inflated confidence laced around Anna's body seemed to spring a leak and become limp. She appeared to change the track of her train of thought quickly. "Every night with you is wonderful, too."

Elsa couldn't help but wonder if there was something else that her sister desired to tell her but couldn't for some reason. In any case, she felt warm honey trickle over her heart and sooth her stomach. She smiled. "Thank you, Freckles."

"Now," the exuberant girl began excitedly, "let's get back to dancing!"

They did, and they held each other a little more like Elsa presumed dancing lovers would.

The night wore on and brought drowsiness along for the ride. The two had been dancing and giggling for hours, and they knew their father wouldn't be home until after midnight, giving them plenty of time to get lost in each other. It was now dark outside, which made the dim and heavy lighting all the more romantic and thick. Enough light for Elsa to see her surroundings, but little enough to easily let her eyes shut and to bring about heavy, flickering shadows on everything.

The candles were melting, the air smelled of holly and cinnamon, the latter most likely from the various scented candles, and Elsa was warm in the arms of her sister.

Anna was once more leaning almost completely on her elder's chest, letting her eyes flutter open and shut as they wished. The two were again just swaying, like they were cradling a baby. It was cozy and comfortable and Elsa didn't want it to end.

It was romantic, and exactly how Elsa imagined a perfect night going, her date even leaning right up against her and, along with a small, toasty fire, keeping them both warm against the crisp, dry December air surrounding their house.

So incredible, so enrapturing, and Elsa's heart was dripping with the glorious rush of love as she peered at her dear Anna. Her one true love, she decided, the only one who ever would or had ever held half her key to happiness. With Anna, maybe she didn't need the other half: usurping her phobia. The only one that had owned her heart entirely, the only one she'd ever belong to. No matter what happened, even if they got separated, Elsa would always long for her Anna.

But here they were, dancing alone in the heavy, romancing light with the soft, loving music to please their ears. Elsa's heart swelled and nearly burst from her ribcage. This had to be a date. She let out a shaken, excited, and relaxed breath all in once and grinned with pure joy from ear to ear, which caused Anna to smile wide, too.

"I love you, Anna," She simply said it because it was the closest she knew she could get to admitting her feelings without actually giving her secret away, and she had to let out some of the overbearing pressure of adoration that was building up within her heart.

This looked like it illuminated her darling Anna up. A head full of strawberry hair lifted from a pale chest so that teal eyes could meet deeply with blue ones. Elsa admired the breath of life she had managed to distill into her sister with four sweet words. "I love you too, Blondie."

The elder paused for a moment to let the last couple of seconds sink in like a panacea. She felt invincible when she heard those few simple words from her sister. She felt like she could have happiness, like she was able to unlock the door and take it. She stared into her sister's eyes.

A sea of beauty, an ocean of caring, and a river of love. The doorway to the soul of the girl she loved, beauty and selflessness combined at their peak. That's what Elsa saw: her Anna. She got lost in the sight, in the feeling, in the immeasurable compassion and the drowning love. Her eyes flickered and her mind went blank of everything except what she felt for her sister, her date, her love.

Elsa leaned in. She felt a blast of heat more powerful than a shotgun erupt into her body the very instant that her lips met her sister's. She felt the smoothness that she had only ever dreamed about up against her own lips, sending a fire and lightning so powerful down her spine that it vaporized her desire to feel anything else.

God it was like magic in her mouth, the feeling of her sister's breath and supple lips, the intimate expression between the two, the-

No! Please God, no! What have I done!? Elsa's eyes popped wide open when she caught herself kissing her sister! I did exactly what I told myself over and over not to do! She yanked away and her mind was burning red with panic! Her vision was slipping right and lift, up and down, spotted with stars, she was hyperventilating! Her chest felt clamped and tight, her mind was wiped of anything but the desire to disappear and perish in her panic attack.

Embarrassment didn't even begin to scratch the surface of what she was feeling, panic attack didn't do any justice to the frantic state she was lost in. Suddenly, all the lights around her were much too bright to look at, being blurred with streamlined tears from her eyes. Elsa accidentally glanced at her sister, who was standing still with her eyes widened. She looked stunned.

Elsa's heart beat. She could feel Anna's brain racking to understand why.

And another thud cut her mind in half. She saw a vision in her mind of Anna being disgusted, realizing everything.

*Bang*

Her heart felt like a cannon. Now, between her frantic pounding heart, she saw everything changing in Anna's mind, how she's look on their past relationship so differently.

Elsa had ruined it all. She couldn't take it back, one momentary lapse in self control cost her what she considered her entire life. I can't fix this.

So she ran. Away, directly away from Anna. As far as she could from her sister, to protect her from her blunder, from the murder of her hopes and dreams, from herself. She sprinted, bursting through barriers and nearly toppling over. Elsa felt like throwing up.

She kept going and going, that is, until an intensely balmy body circumscribed her own. Elsa fought, struggled, and clawed like a caged animal to get away, crying, sniffling, and howling all the while. She dug her nails into flesh to push away and screamed nothing in particular.

"Elsa!" A yelling voice right next to her ear called out, giving her a slight case of tinnitus. "Elsa!" She knew who it was immediately, and that made her fight harder to get away. "Elsa! Stop! Calm down!"

Elsa did not head the words.

"Elsa!" Anna screamed again, "Look!"

But she wouldn't hear it, she kept crying, spending that last dwindling candle of fight still burning inside of her body. "Let me go!" she whined out.

When the next call came, it snuffed her fire of determination in the platinum blonde's body and left her in a cold, glassy feeling of resignation. She gave up and let the arms keep her. "I'm s-sorry" she yelled, "I'm s-so sorry, I w-want to take it b-b-back, I-I'm s-sorry, Anna!" Elsa kept begging for forgiveness, still not opening her eyes enough to look at the one holding her.

"Elsa, looked at me!" Hands were squishing very pale cheeks and now violently shaking her by the shoulders in an effort to tilt Elsa's attention, but she wouldn't open her eyes. "Elsa!"

"Please d-don't hate m-me."

"Elsa, please!" A gentle, circular caress on her cheek now, soothing amongst the panic, order inside the chaos. Anna's voice was softer, but still urgent. "Look!"

It was almost like Elsa had no choice but to obey her command, the person giving had too much power over her, because she stole a glimpse as she swept some tears from her eyes. It was unfair. She needed to mourn the loss of the one person she'd ever loved.

She saw Anna's eyes looking at her sternly, shooting icicle like fear right into the core of Elsa's being. She saw a puff of steamed breath in the crisp air, and the second she made eye contact, Anna was speaking again, forcibly turning her elder around. "Look! You're outside!"

The gears switched so fast that Elsa's mind froze like an old computer while trying to keep up. Eventually, the processing finished and she glanced around. What?

"Elsa, you're outside! Like completely outside! Out front!" Anna sounded excited. There wasn't a lick of anger, no hint of hate or agitation, nothing like fear, no disdain, just... excitement.

And because of the pure, aboveboard tone of her little sister's voice, Elsa was able to take a moment to look around, her mouth hanging open in disbelief.

She saw their house. The front of it. A view she hadn't seen in five years. She blinked as if she was trying to wake up from a dream. She felt the crisp, cold air on her skin, the goosebumps prickling up to keep her warm. She smelled the soothing, exciting, and now unfamiliar scent of fresh air in her nose, seemingly cleansing her body like a sip of herbal tea. She could taste the frosted atmosphere on her tongue, hear the background buzz of a car driving around a street. She was experiencing all this sensory input that she had been so terrified to face for so long.

And she wasn't scared.

Elsa was standing outside and wasn't worried, wasn't frightened. Her breath shuddered and pure, unadulterated joy flooded her heart and made it hard to breathe. She nearly fell over and fainted as she tried to stop the tears of laughing joy from wetting her smile. But they fell. She cried again, this time with such a happy smile on her face that it brightened the night time air, like fireworks, like an explosion of pure marvel and joy. It was so bright that it blinded her to anything else.

She sobbed and could barely see, but was still looking around, shaking in place because she couldn't stay still. "I'm- I'm- I'm- I'm outside, I'm- I did it. I- I- I did it! I'm outside!" She was hyperventilating a little.

Elsa looked at the nearest street lamp. "Hello, street light!" She shouted into the night. Even she could hear the excitement oozing from the pores of her voice. She chose another object to fixate on. "Hello, house!" Then another. "Hi, Anna's car!" She spun, all the while shouting. "Hello, street, and- and person driving by, neighbors and trees! I know you're asleep, but hello birdies, how I've missed your songs!" She held her arms up above her head, gesturing to the vast night sky and shouting at it. "Hello moon! And stars! Hello world! Everything I've missed so dearly! Everything I wanted to see again!"

She dropped her hands, still smiling from ear to ear and still with trails of tears down her entire face and wetting her dress. This time, she whispered to the night-ridden world around her. "I'm back. I'm f-finally back."

She looked at Anna. "Anna, I'm outside! I- we did it!" Elsa was bouncing in place subconsciously. She didn't realize at first how tightly she was squeezing her sister's shoulders. Her nails were digging in quite far as she hysterically repeated her words and wiggled in place.

The younger's face was split from ear to ear by a smile that was just as genuine and excited as Elsa's. Even if she was clearly wincing from the onslaught of Elsa's nails. "Yeah!" Anna squeaked loudly, "we- you did!" She was grasping Elsa's shoulder's as well now, and the elder was hardly able to feel the vice-like grip upon her. Elsa was laughing, bouncing, and crying, and she could tell that her sister was doing just about the same thing. "I'm so, so proud of you, Elsa, you're so strong, you did it!"

They laughed and spun, the euphoria and grandeur of the moment giving Elsa the feeling that she was in a dream, like nothing was real. But she knew it was. It was real. "I love you!" Anna piped up proudly.

This reigned the former-phobic's excitement. "I love you, too!"

Anna grinned. She bit her lip for a moment, and said "now, ehem, about um, about what you did a little while ago," letting the words hang between them like bait.

Elsa swam towards the bait Anna laid out, only to find it was the beacon on an angler fish. Elsa's heart dropped and every last bit of careless joy emptied out. She's talking about me kissing her. "Y-y-yeah." She was hardly able to feel the seismic surge of panic or begin her colossal self-scolding before she saw her little sister's eyes fill with purpose and determination.

Before Elsa knew it, she felt a heat like no other against her own lips once again. She felt her sister's fingers tangle in her hair and grip, she felt some nails dig into her back through her dress, she felt a spicy hot body press flush up against her own. She felt Anna very purposefully kissing her on the lips. Anna was kissing her. Elsa's mind was so indulged in the moment that it almost blanked. It wasn't until she felt a warm, soft, and shy tongue prod at her lips that she just about fainted. She saw stars and her knees gave out. Luckily, her sister caught her and supported her weight.

It was several moments before the stunned mind of Elsa's calmed down enough to return the kiss. She looked at her dearest Anna and reconnected their lips. It was still roaring like a white water river, but she was at least able to feel the fire in her heart and mouth and kiss back.

It was everything she had ever dreamed it would be.

After several minutes of unreal oral pleasure, both sisters pulled away from their display of love and looked each other in the eye. "I've been waiting to kiss you for a long time," Anna panted.

Elsa couldn't help the words from erupting, she was like and active volcano. "I'm so in love with you, Anna!"

Elsa was at long last able to say everything she had wanted to say to her dearest Anna for years now.

And by the way she responded, Elsa could tell that the words meant to Anna exactly what they meant to her, too. "I love you too, Elsa."

"I- I fell for you years ago," the elder gushed honestly, opening her heart completely and exposing herself, because she knew she could.

Anna smiled truly back and held their eye contact. The words practically appeared to give her sustenance, like she could survive off just them for the day. "Well," Anna began, her voice barely above a whisper, "now you have me."

Elsa blushed so hard that the frigid outside seemed a little too hot now. Or maybe that was from the kiss, or their confessions. Who really knows? "And you have me, and always will," she grinned.

A/N: Not quite the end :)