A/N: Just wanted to say, I thought the reviews for the last chapter were hilarious - in a good way. Remain frick-frackin' awesome, readers.
Chapter 8
Elsa circled around the palace in a state of psychotic frenzy - not looking at all where she was going. In such a hurry, Elsa even unintentionally smashed through a couple of hedges the poor gardeners meticulously tried to cut into perfect rectangles.
I'm so sorry, gardeners, she thought as she tumbled through yet another bush in her path - after unsuccessfully trying to leap over it. She made a note, to be the one to snip the hedges personally next time.
The only thought booming in her mind was to find Anna. Why? Shoot, even she didn't know the exact reason.
Perhaps, she wanted to gather Anna in her arms and whisk her away from all the crap always happening to them. Somewhere far, like the mountains - she'd dreamt about doing it many times. Although, she wouldn't feel right, taking Anna from a life of luxury to rough it out on a sub-zero degree mountain top. Such things only happened in movies.
After some more sporadic running, Elsa finally reached her destination - a secret back entrance into the palace. Elsa took a key out of her pocket, and unlocked the door. She stepped through to a quiet hallway - everyone was still busy at the party.
Elsa walked along the dark corridor until she reached Anna's room. She stopped to listen. At first, she didn't hear a sound, and she turned to walk away - deciding Anna wasn't in there. She caught the sound of a muffled sniffle, and she pressed an ear to the door. Was Anna crying?
Elsa hesitated, bit her bottom lip, and shifted nervously in place. After some time, she decided to finally knock on the door. The hollow knocks echoed loudly down the expansive corridor. Her heart was beating fiercely. She finally had a taste of how Anna must have felt all those times she'd done the same at her door. This only made Elsa feel worse. How Anna never gave up on her even though she received no response, always boggled her mind.
Anna's sniffles stopped, and Elsa heard a shuffle on the other side. The door opened and Anna stood before her - it was apparent she had been crying from her puffy, red eyes. Anna's eyes were wide when she realized it had been Elsa knocking on her door.
Elsa stood still, not knowing what to do.
Anna looked uncomfortable and seemed unable to look Elsa in the eyes. "Elsa!" Anna gasped. "W-what are you doing here?" She clutched the side of the door, trying to hide her obvious discomfort.
"I-I'm not sure," Elsa answered, truthfully. She turned to look away at nothing. Why had the atmosphere between them shifted so much since the last time they spoke?
Anna looked ready to shut the door after Elsa's long silence. "Well, if there's nothing you need…" Anna whispered, looking quite conflicted. "Please, you really shouldn't be around me," Anna finished, her eyes reflecting a confusion Elsa saw too many times in her own reflection. The door was already slowly closing.
"No!" Elsa cried out. This may be her last chance to let Anna know how she truly felt. No more fucking concealing anything. "Anna, I-I…" Elsa started, but the damn words refused to become dislodged from her throat. Why was saying just one simple sentence so frickin' hard?
"I-I-" Elsa continued, stumbling over her words. When suddenly, a force pushed her back. Warm body crashed against hers and her lips were covered by something so unbelievably soft. What the? Anna, was kissing her! This was in no shape or form a sisterly kiss, mind you. It was erratic and hungry from a long desire boiling over from years of unspoken confessions.
Anna had forced Elsa's body out into the hallway and up against a windowsill with a view of the garden. Thankfully, the hallway was empty. Once Elsa made contact with the window, the glass immediately became covered with a sheet of ice crackling over the pane, but both girls were too busy to notice. Elsa's back hit the ledge and a sharp pain shot up her spine, but she didn't mind the injury at all - she'd take a stab in the thigh if it meant Anna would be kissing her.
Anna had lost complete control of herself - mindlessly pushing her body roughly up against Elsa's all while exploring Elsa's mouth. Am I dreaming? If I wake up now, I swear, I will kill someone.
But Elsa wasn't dreaming. She was definitely feeling everything as a person awake would - all of Anna's small bites on her bottom lip, the rough groping she felt on her hips. Oh, mercy, Elsa thought, lost in delirium.
Elsa swooned and wanted to give in completely to the wonderful sensations coursing through her, but then Hans' weasel face flashed in her mind like an annoying alarm clock during a delicious dream.
But I really, really don't want this to end, Elsa whined in her thoughts. Anna wasn't making it any easier to stop - she was now moaning softly in Elsa's mouth as her hands roved upwards towards Elsa's chest and Elsa's brain exploded from both the alluring sound and the feeling of being touched by Anna… like that.
She struggled to speak in protest, but Anna's lips refused to let her get a word out. "Mmph!" Elsa squealed, and she instinctively wrapped her arms around Anna's shoulders. No, Elsa's mind tried to rationalize. Stop now. Deal with Hans. Then you are free to jump for joy at this newfound door you've opened with Anna. Business first, then pleasure.
With all the willpower one human could muster, Elsa forced her face to turn away from Anna's hungry appetite. She gasped as soon as their lips broke contact and her chest heaved from a lack of air in her lungs.
Anna looked up at her with a clouded look of insatiable lust in her eyes, and Elsa choked back a gasp at the seductive sight. She's going to kill Hans for making her stop such an amazing, long-time-coming, moment. Sideburns is so dead.
Anna's expression shifted into one of embarrassment. Her hands, still gripped tightly around Elsa's hips, dropped, once she realized what she was doing. The brightest, deepest, blush was on Anna's cheeks. "Oh, my gosh," Anna whispered, horrified. "Elsa… I'm-"
But Elsa stopped her from apologizing. "No, don't be," was all she said, flashing Anna a smile she rarely gave anyone. You have absolutely no reason to be sorry.
Anna's embarrassment subsided slightly with Elsa's comforting words , but she still remained unnerved by how much she had lost control of herself.
"That was- I really-" Elsa found it difficult to translate her current emotions into words. Anna's face was flushed and she was biting her lower lip - nibbling the flesh Elsa had just tasted moments ago.
"This…" Anna trailed off, her eyes looking down to the floor. "What is this?" Anna breathed out, her voice heavy with unspoken guilt. She was clutching her chest, as if stricken with a sickness.
Elsa bit the inside of her cheek. She didn't know what the right words would be to say. As the silence between them lingered, the air around them grew increasingly frigid - matching Elsa's inner tumultuous emotions. Out of nowhere, a vague hint of snowfall began to sprinkle around them even though they were indoors - like magic.
Anna looked up at the snow seemingly falling through the ceiling. Her eyes, clouded with doubt, now shone with a carefree joy Elsa remembered seeing many times when Anna was a child. Witnessing such joy in Anna's eyes, never failed to melt her heart each time, no matter what age they may be.
Anna raised an upturned hand to catch a snowflake, and it melted instantly in the palm of her hand. She was staring at the small drop of water in deep thought. "Like magic," Anna whispered. She smiled gently and looked at Elsa.
Elsa returned Anna's gaze, with her eyes brimming with nothing but love for the younger girl.
"This…" Anna began, "Us," she corrected. "is just like magic, huh?" She looked at Elsa, and she grinned amusedly. Anna's eyes swam with tears she kept back as she gazed longingly at Elsa's face.
Elsa returned her smile with equal measure and took Anna's hands in her own. "Yes," she said. "You can't explain it, but there's no reason to."
Anna smiled and leapt into Elsa's arms to hug her tightly. Elsa heard Anna exhaling a sigh of relief. "I've always thought you hated me," Anna confessed.
Elsa hugged Anna's body tighter. "Never, Anna. Never, ever." If only she knew just how deep her love was for her.
Elsa moved to place a kiss on Anna's cold forehead.
"Hey," Anna said, with a blush tinged bright-red on her cheeks. "You're touching me, and look, no influx of magic." Anna smiled happily at Elsa, and it was Elsa's turn to blush.
"Y-yeah," Elsa said, but then the snow around them fell at a heavier rate.
Anna stared at the increased snowfall and looked amused. "Well, you're getting better at controlling your magic," she commented, and snuggled into Elsa's neck.
The snow was now whipping around them and Anna shivered. "Guess I spoke too soon," Anna laughed softly, pushing her body even closer into Elsa - trying to find refuge from the cold.
A large snow pile dropped a few feet from them and Elsa squealed in surprise. "Ah! Okay, I'll stop touching you," Anna pouted, and retracted her arms from Elsa.
Elsa was cursing profusely in her mind. As she spewed a paragraph of internal curses, she was reminded of Hans. Shit! I almost forgot! Elsa looked at the large grandfather clock ticking in the hallway - she had less than an hour before the party ended. She had to hurry. Hans might whip out the incriminating photo at any moment.
"I've got to deal with something Anna, and then I'll be back okay?" Elsa said, cryptically. Anna looked bewildered by Elsa's statement.
"What do you mean? I don't understand," Anna replied.
"It will only take a moment," Elsa reassured. Sure, attempting to stop a coup will only a take a moment, her mind sassed. Elsa forced her legs to walk away from Anna who looked slightly hurt by Elsa's quick abandonment.
But a needy tug on her jacket caused her to turn back around. She turned to look at Anna, who had a serious glint in her eyes. "Now that everything is out in the open," Anna pointed out. "There's no need to keep any new secrets from me, Elsa."
Elsa thought if she should tell Anna about Hans' scheme, and figured maybe it would be best if she did. She decided Anna was right and she started from the beginning. Anna listened to her every word - gasping at the right moments, and becoming infuriated when Elsa came to the part about Hans' plot to become king.
"That- that scumbag, poor-excuse-for-a-man, stupid, side-burned, twisted, son-of-a-b-" Anna raged after Elsa finished the whole story. She had never seen Anna become so livid. Elsa hated to admit it, but she liked it.
"Okay, but see," Elsa interrupted Anna's rant, "we only have less than an hour before he reveals the photo to the whole party," Elsa had to reel Anna back in.
Anna was breathing heavily and her fists clenched and shook at her sides. "Why did you even agree to marry him in the first place?" Anna asked, slightly angry at Elsa's submissiveness.
Elsa opened her mouth to explain her reasoning, but Anna didn't allow her to speak. "It doesn't matter," Anna dismissed. "If he wants to marry you, he'll have to go through me first," Anna growled, and already walking ahead back to the ballroom.
Elsa looked at the back of Anna's head with wide eyes. Fiery Anna just seemed to suit her so well. Elsa blushed when she heard the protective tone in Anna's voice. She shivered. Another large pile of snow fell in the hallway as the two made their way back to the party.