Chapter 13
"Elsa…" Anna's voice whispered out amongst the darkness. Elsa felt the mattress shift as Anna wriggled her body closer towards her back - the warmth of Anna's body made her head spin deliriously with longing. The night was still and silent – Elsa felt as if she could reach out and literally grab at the thick tension in the air. Why was she still so afraid?
A tentative brush of fingers grazed Elsa's back, and she flinched. "Sorry," Anna said, softly, her hot breath washing over Elsa's skin. "I… I just really want to touch you," Anna whispered, her voice cracking slightly. "I can't help myself…"
Elsa balled her hands into fists and grabbed at the loose sheets on the mattress. She didn't answer Anna back. Say something, stupid! She's reaching out to you and why… are you shutting down again? Their bodies lay close to each other, but their minds could not be farther apart.
It was merely an hour ago when the two sisters were spending quality time with each other building a snowman with Olaf. Everything was fine - more than fine, it was actually the most fun Elsa had in the longest time. But then why did she have to become plagued with memories of the horrified look on their parents' face the day she hurt Anna. The stark terror on their mother's face and the accusatory glare from their father was enough to sap Elsa's spirit from her. Elsa was paralyzed from trauma as she recollected their parents' expressions staring down at her as if… she was a monster. If they thought she was a monster then, what would they think of her now? Elsa's hands dropped and lumps of snow rolled off the palms of her hand as she gazed listlessly at the incomplete snowman before her.
Olaf obliviously danced around her - padding snow after snow on the snowman until it looked engorged.
Anna noticed Elsa's care-free laughter ceased and her wide smile grew short; tense. Elsa was far-off in her thoughts again. Anna grasped some snow in between her hands and patted the fluffy snow into a perfect ball. She then threw her snowball made out of love at Elsa's hip and Elsa snapped out of her wallowing for a brief moment. She turned to look at Anna and saw her younger sister smiling warmly at her. Elsa managed to return a subdued smirk tinged with sadness, but Anna sensed Elsa's smile masked a greater pain she was afraid to be unreachable.
Elsa continued to ponder about what her parents would do if they could see her now? Perhaps, she thought, father would kick me out of the castle, but he'd probably be kind enough to hand me my coat at least. It sounded plausible, maybe in some alternate universe where he was still alive.
Anna stared helplessly on, thinking what it was that was going through her sister's mind now.
It was really late and the trio decided it best to part ways for today. Olaf remained outside with the unfinished snowman, while Elsa and Anna walked together towards Anna's room. Elsa was once again in moral turmoil and Anna could sense it. Anna grasped Elsa's shoulders as she followed close behind her. Elsa felt Anna's lips place brief kisses on the back of her neck with each step they took together and Elsa's knees buckled, almost giving her a one-way trip to face-plant central.
"Elsa!" Anna fearfully cried out, grabbing one of Elsa's arms in time. They had stopped right under the portrait of their parents.
Great, Elsa thought, but then turned to Anna to tell her, "I'm okay. Thanks." Elsa's face then scrunched up into an expression of shame and anguish upon directly looking up at her painted parents' image. Why now? Why have revelations of morality now? Maybe she already had them, but had been denying the obvious all along.Elsa sighed sadly and could not stand to look into the eyes of their parents' in the portrait any longer. In the shadows, Elsa could have sworn they were accusatorily staring down at her as if to say, 'What are you doing with your little sister, Elsa?'
She turned her head away and choked back an onslaught of tears. Anna knew there was obviously something wrong, but she let Elsa have her time - she would not push her, at least, not yet.
It was made even clearer something was wrong when they arrived back at Anna's room and the atmosphere between them stiffened; stilled. Once again, Elsa knew who was to blame for the abrupt shift. When will she be emotionally stable enough for Anna, for anyone? Elsa wondered if she would always be this way - closed-off and incapable of a healthy relationship.
At times, Elsa felt as if everything would be fine, that they could live together in at least a semblance of a fairytale. But reality would eventually hit her at night, ushering in a quietness her loud mind hated.
Elsa sucked in a breath of air and wondered if it was the best idea to sleep over in Anna's room - the temptation she knew, would be… too much for her.
Lying down with Anna so close by was excruciating and the seductive redhead was not making it any easier for Elsa to simply ignore her actions.
Anna let her fingers trail down Elsa's spine, slowly caressing every inch of skin she could. There was sadness in the way Anna danced her fingers along Elsa's back and shoulders. Elsa could sense Anna was hurt and suffering too in her own way, but she was too cowardly to initiate any comfort. Sometimes she felt as if she was the younger sibling.
There came another touch from Anna with an increased eagerness and stubborn determination. Would this be the last one?
Anna clutched onto Elsa's jutting hip and Elsa gasped in surprise. She could visualize Anna smiling victoriously upon hearing the sound escaping her lips. Elsa willed herself not to turn around because if she did, she knew it would be the point of no return.
"You think too much, Elsa," Anna's gentle voice whispered behind her.
Elsa's body remained turned the other way, but she was listening to Anna intently.
"I know what you're afraid of - what you're thinking," Anna whispered. "Mom and dad… I'm sure they would still love us - they would still love you. I know they would." Anna assured, moving her body even closer until Elsa felt her breasts push up against her.
No, Anna, please don't.
"I love you," Anna stressed. "Nothing else should matter." Anna's voice dropped, and only the sound of their breathing filled the room. After continued silence from Elsa, Anna said, "When will you truly let me in?"
Elsa gritted her teeth and sighed - her defenses were shattering and she was so tired. "I'm afraid to," she confessed lowly. A small pull on her shoulder forced her body to turn around. She was now face-to-face with Anna - their noses barely touching; their shallow breaths warmed the small space between them. Elsa's face grew hot and she found it difficult to stare for too long in Anna's pleading eyes.
"You say you love me, Elsa" Anna started, and Elsa immediately interjected.
"I do!" Elsa pointed out. "I do love you, Anna," she repeated, more softly.
"If you really do, then please, there's no need to hide anything from me anymore." Anna touched Elsa's cheek and gazed deeply into the older girl's pensive eyes, trying hard to unlock the mystery before her. "I know it's difficult for you to share your emotions sometimes. I understand and I'm always here for you, Elsa." Anna smiled, gently, and kissed Elsa's warm forehead.
Elsa buried her face into Anna's chest, smelling her skin and feeling a calm wash over her. Elsa had never felt more at peace. "Thank you, Anna. I'm here for you too," Elsa mumbled, against the valley of Anna's breasts, sending prickly vibrations through the younger redhead. "What would I do without you?" Elsa stated, pondering out loud.
"Probably be in an isolated ice castle somewhere in the mountains," Anna guessed, and chuckled.
You know me too well, Elsa thought, and continued to hug Anna like a body pillow.
Anna giggled and suddenly said, "It's funny, I always fantasized sleeping with you in my bed when I was little. Is that strange for a little girl to think about her own big sister?"
Anna looked down at Elsa and blushed after realizing what she had just confessed. Elsa raised her eyebrows and jokingly said, "A little."
Anna lightly pinched Elsa's cheek, and the older girl flinched. "Okay, now your turn," Anna giggled. "Tell me something about you I don't know."
Elsa looked at Anna skeptically, but the expression on Anna's face confirmed that she was serious in her request.
Something about me you don't know? Elsa mused. There were so many things, but they seemed too creepy to divulge. Hey, it's only fair. She told you a little secret. Her mind reasoned. Fine. What's the least creepy thing about me that I can tell her? Elsa battled with her thoughts, tossing out potential best held secrets and blushing at some of the others.
"Um, when we weren't speaking, I sometimes snuck down into the laundry room to, well… smell some of your clothes," Elsa blabbed. Ahhh! Elsa internally screamed. That's the least creepy thing you can come up with? Well, yes, actually, Elsa answered herself, but she was still mentally kicking herself for even saying it.
Anna looked taken aback for half a second, but then her eyes lit up with a smile. "Oh, really?" Anna crooned, and Elsa wanted nothing more than to sink through the mattress and down straight to hell – it would be less painful than this.
Elsa gulped and simply nodded with a bright blush clearly on her face.
Anna giggled, happy to hear Elsa's dirty little secret. "What kind of clothing in particular?"
Elsa looked at Anna as if to say, please don't make me answer that, but she knew it was her own fault for getting into such a conversation in the first place. "Just… clothes…"
Anna pouted. "Oh come on, Elsa," Anna whined, and rocked Elsa's body by shaking her by the waist.
"H-hey, I'm t-ticklish there, Anna!" Elsa yelped, as Anna's fingers clutched onto the upper part of her waist right below her breasts.
"Oh, you are, huh?" Anna mischievously said, and proceeded to torture Elsa with a flurry of tickles.
"A-Anna, don't!" Elsa gasped, breathlessly. Anna was now on top of her, relentlessly wriggling her fingers across Elsa's upper body.
"Not until you tell me which of my clothes you liked to have dirty thoughts with," Anna refuted, never letting her fingers stop.
"O-okay! I will!" Elsa gave in. "J-Just stop, p-please!'
Anna removed her hands from Elsa's body and she was breathing heavily – face flushed with a red tinge, making her look more alive and desirable than ever before. Elsa probably would have had an aneurysm from the sight before her if she wasn't too preoccupied with trying to regain her own breath.
Elsa gasped in deep gulps of air, her chest heaving up and down before Anna's view, which the younger girl couldn't help but gawk at.
Anna dropped her upper torso down to lay on top of Elsa – their bodies pushed agonizingly against each other – Anna's chest crushing Elsa's purposefully.
"Anna," Elsa whispered, as Anna moved her face close down to Elsa's.
"Now, tell me, Elsa, or else you'll get punished again," Anna smirked, and pressed her forehead against Elsa's clammy one. She was staring dreamily into Elsa's eyes.
Elsa mumbled out an unintelligible response.
"I'm sorry?" Anna playfully said, tilting her ear towards Elsa's lips. "I didn't catch that."
"Your panties!" Elsa said, too loudly this time around, and Anna stifled her laughter.
"I didn't know my sister was such a pervert," Anna breathily said, as she moved her body against Elsa in undulating motions.
Geez, it's like she's a professional at this or something, Elsa couldn't help but think. Is she? Elsa's mind thought, as she visualized Anna as a… dancer.
"If you wanted a pair of my panties, why didn't you just ask, Elsa," Anna said, while looking down at Elsa with half-lidded eyes.
"I-I," Elsa yammered, not thinking clearly at all. Anna chuckled lightly and her breath cooled and warmed Elsa's neck at the same time.
"I would have been more than happy to give you a pair… Maybe I can give you one right now," Anna whispered, as her lips drew closer to Elsa's mouth.
"A-Anna, th- I- heh," Elsa eked out past her parched throat, unable to even form a simple sentence.
Anna chuckled and said, "You're so cute when you're sexually frustrated, Elsa." Anna straddled Elsa and squeezed her inner thighs against Elsa's hips.
Oh, gods give me the strength to hold back, Elsa pleaded, but she knew she would fail big time in doing so.
"Oh, not again," Anna groaned as she stared at her door.
Olaf came striding in, his flurrying cloud not hard to miss in the dark. "Hi, Anna! Hi, Elsa!"
Elsa stared at Olaf. I'm not sure if I should be angry as hell or amused at his wonderful timing.
"Olaf," Anna said, gently. "Elsa and I are trying to… sleep." Anna made quick eye contact with Elsa. Elsa raised an eyebrow at Anna as if to say, 'yeah right'.
"Yeah, I know," Olaf nodded. "I was trying to sleep too, but the snowman we built was talking too much."
"Wait, what?" Anna said, expressing Elsa's own bewilderment perfectly.
"Yeah, he started saying how much I wanted to make him puke coal because I'm so clueless and optimistic all the time," Olaf nonchalantly explained, as if the snowman's words didn't bother him at all. "He says his name is Sergei, and that he hates the whole world – I never would have thought we could build such a grumpy snowman, but he's like my brother in a way, so I still like him," Olaf finished, on a light note.
Anna looked at Elsa, but Elsa only shrugged her shoulders – she didn't remember imbuing her powers in the snowman.
"I was wondering if I could spend the night with you two since Sergei keeps saying how much he wants to knock my head off if only we had finished his arms," Olaf said, still in his light-hearted tone.
"Olaf," Anna started, "Why don't you just try and get along with Sergei for one night. I'm sure he doesn't mean anything he says."
"But why?" Olaf said.
"Because Elsa and I need some time alone – just for tonight," Anna tried to reason.
"Why?" Olaf repeated.
"B-because," Anna was stumped, and looked to Elsa for help, but Elsa was still too busy thinking about Sergei the snowman who claimed he hated the world.
"Fine," Anna said, "You can spend the night in here."
"Yay!" Olaf cheered and settled into the corner of the room.
Anna slumped down beside Elsa and sighed. "You could have at least tried to come up with something," Anna said, pouting at Elsa.
"I'm sorry, Anna," Elsa sincerely professed. "But what could I have said to that?"
"Anna groaned softly. "I just want—no, need to spend time with you, Elsa, but it's impossible now that Olaf's around."
"Yeah, he's worse than a staring cat at the foot of your bed," Elsa added.
"We need to come up with a way so we can spend time alone with each other," Anna suggested.
"Don't worry, Anna," Elsa assured. "I'm sure we'll get some time to ourselves soon."
"I want time together now," Anna moaned and wriggled her body impatiently. "It's not just about sex," Anna clarified. "I just want time to talk, to enjoy each other's company like other couples do without a talking snowman always around. We haven't had a real chance to do that yet."
Couple? Elsa thought. It's so odd to hear the term out loud, but yet it sounded so right coming from Anna.
Elsa smiled and tenderly kissed Anna's cheek. "We'll find a way, Anna. Let's just rest for tonight, okay?" Elsa hugged Anna's body close to hers, and the younger girl sighed.
"Okay, as long as I get to sleep beside you," Anna whispered, and cuddled close to Elsa.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you two," Olaf chipped in. "I saw this side-burned man and this lady in a red dress wandering outside the castle, but they seemed friendly enough!"
Elsa and Anna sat up and looked at Olaf. "Did they see you?" Elsa panicked. Please say no, please say no.
"Yes, they did!" Olaf eagerly nodded. "At first they screamed – the one with the sideburns screamed the longest and the loudest, but then they asked me where I came. I told them, Elsa and Anna made me!"
Anna turned to Elsa, her eyes full of fear. "That means they know about your magic, Elsa!" Anna said, in a hushed whisper. "They might tell the whole kingdom! What do we do?"
Elsa looked at Olaf's wide, goofy, smile and growled, "Ffffff- Olaf!"