AN: Sorry this took a while. For some reason I didn't feel like writing the lemon, and then I didn't know how to write the Elsa discussion scene. Not sure if I like how it turned out or not.

Next chapter should be the last. I've decided how to end this, and unfortunately, it may disappoint you. Ever hear the saying about characters doing things on their own, or stories that refuse to do certain things? Well, my original idea will not happen.

Sora snuck through the castle, trying not to make a sound. By now it was just passed dawn, and he would hate to wake anyone. For the second time, he praised the simplicity of the path to their room. Roxas had been so silent, that when he spoke immediately after the door clicked behind them, Sora nearly yelped in surprise.

I need to talk to you.

O-okay.

Switch with me, and Sora did, letting go smoothly.

Roxas sat upon the edge of the bed, far enough back to be comfortable, but close enough to clearly see his reflection in the mirror. He stared straight into his eyes, and Sora knew that he wasn't looking into his eyes, but Sora's. Internally, Sora shuddered.

"Sora, I like you."

Sora was still keeping a considerate distance from Roxas' mind. Oh, uh, I like you too, he thought, interpreting the words the safest way.

"No. I love you."

The brunet's blood would have turned cold, but he decided he owed it to Roxas to approach this seriously, so he asked, What about Axel? I thought that you-

"As I said before, it doesn't matter anymore. He isn't Axel anymore. And besides, his intentions may have been good, but he lied to me. You, Sora are what I want. You are so pure, so good."

Sora inwardly gulped. The fact that he couldn't look away from their reflection was starting to bother him. Roxas looked so serious, so intent on trying to reach his soul with his eyes. He was also acutely aware that Roxas was choosing to speak aloud what felt to be an intimate conversation.

I'm honored you feel that way, but, Roxas, I'm not sure you know what love is.

"Maybe I didn't, but I do now." His voice was tinted with aggravation. "You think that I just go with the flow, falling for whoever happens to be there with me, don't you?"

Sora froze, realizing for the first time just how connected they were. Had Roxas just invaded his mind? Don't put words in my mouth.

"Why not? You aren't putting them there yourself. I know about your feelings for Riku. Why do you trust your own, but not mine?"

I…that isn't fair. I've known Riku my entire life-

"You are my life, Sora."

Don't you see that's why this is wrong? No one would acccept this.

"I don't care. Fine, if you won't believe my feelings, I will show them to you." His voice was simultaneously hurt and angry. "I've never once done this before. Check my mind for all I care." His anger turned into challenge. "No, please do. Maybe then you can trust my feelings."

He reached down beginning to finger the clasps on his pants. Roxas…What are you planning?

He didn't respond besides giving a sly smile reflected in the mirror. Undoing the clasps, he pushed the material away revealing blue boxers that he reached into pulling out his penis.

This was the strangest thing that Sora had experienced. Not only could he feel the touch because of sharing the body, but strangely enough he could feel his own currently repressed skin prickling. Roxas began to move his hand, thoughts of Sora running through his mind all the way into Sora's own. Sora smiling, Sora fighting, Sora doing this same act. Sora's breathing, Sora's naked skin, Sora's voice hitching. Sora's mind was beginning to swim. Then the images morphed to him and Roxas together.

He watched himself kissing his other, feeling along his skin, paying special attention to certain sensitive areas, watching as Roxas twisted beneath him. He watched himself whisper both loving and obscene words to him. His breathing was rising with Roxas' own, and he was no longer sure how many of the images were Roxas' alone.

Now, the roles were reversed, Roxas repeating the actions. Sora shivered with the image of himself as the real Roxas fingered the hole they currently shared. The image and reality mimicked each other's actions, and Roxas reopened the eyes that had fallen shut at some point, focusing on his hands that were busy at work. Sora grunted.

"Sora!" Roxas panted, and the word was lyrical sending heat straight to Sora's groin.

Rox…as…you shouldn't. At this point he wasn't even sure why he was protesting. He'd had a reason hadn't he?

"Sora, hnng," he panted, "I want you to fuck me."

Desire surged, and Sora was sure he would have done just that if it were possible, but alas he was stuck inside. And then he remembered the problem. I can't. He tried to hold back the sadness, but he didn't do a good enough job, because Roxas' hands slowed.

"Feel this, Sora." His words were hard. "Feel this and know." He sped up, as if he wanted out of this position as quickly as possible. Jerking, his back arched and desire spewed from him.

Roxas fell back with a plop. Roxas? He didn't answered, instead wiping himself with his boxers, before removing them and scrambling to the head of the bed. Without a word he closed his eyes.

They didn't wake up until late into the afternoon. Through lunch, a shower, and helping some servants water the yard, they had not spoken of the event. But, there are only so many memories and thoughts you can hide from yourself. Sora was bombarded by Roxas' continual lust, and his discomfort from it trickled into Roxas as grains of sand in an hourglass, its mass growing stronger with each descent. While they tried to speak friendly, they were both prickling at the seams.

The day was slow, and they knew that they should be hurrying back out in search of the keyhole, but in this mood, it didn't seem like the best idea. So, Roxas wandered the castle grounds aimlessly until he saw Princess Anna sitting alone on a blue engraved bench.

"Hi," she greeted pleasantly with a raised hand.

Roxas returned the greeting and sat beside her. They sat in silence, both caught in their own thoughts. Finally, out of nowhere, he blurted, "What is your opinion on love?"

"Huh?" She looked taken aback.

"Don't you love Kristoff? Tell me about it."

She looked troubled for a second before sighing and relenting. "I'm not in love with Kristoff. Not that I don't like him," she quickly interjected. "It's just I like someone else more."

"But aren't you marrying him?"

"Uhh?" She shrugged while giving him an apologetic face.

"Who is it that you really love?"

"Promise you won't judge?"

"Given my own situation, I'd probably be a hypocrite."

"Your own situation?" She studied his face.

"Uh," he raised a hand defensively, "let's finish talking about you first."

"Elsa."

"Your sister?" His voice rose higher than he had expected out of surprise.

"Not so loud! Yes." She glared as if the term was offensive. Roxas couldn't blame her.

"Does she know?"

"Yes. I told her a few weeks ago, but she refuses to have a relationship. She says I already have Kristoff, and it would be wrong. Do you think it's wrong?"

"No." Sora perked up, listening intently. "I think love just happens. You can't choose it and you can't stop it. Sora probably disagrees with me here, but also what's the deal with being sisters anyway? I mean don't people think of incest as wrong only because the kids wouldn't turn out right? You won't be making babies."

"Thanks, Roxas."

"No problem. So, she never said that she didn't like you?"

"Well, no…"

"Then you still have a chance."

"You think you?" She clasped her hands, a tiny smile on her face. "Oh, but Roxas, what is your situation then?"

He could feel a slight blush creeping up his cheeks. "It's similar to yours. I love Sora."

Hey, don't just tell people-

"I'm not really sure how he feels about me, but he has someone else."

"Oh. I'm sorry to hear that. All I can say is don't give up and good luck."

"Thanks. It wasn't much, but I think I feel better now."

Roxas, I think I'd like to talk with Elsa.

Alright.

They changed, skin and clothes morphing, and Anna jumped at the sight. "Don't do that so suddenly," she said, hand to her chest.

"Sorry," Sora apologized. "Do you know where Elsa is now?"

"I think she's in the drawing room."

Sora entered the room with an informing knock, and the Queen looked up from her book with a pleasant smile. "Oh, hello there, Sora," she welcomed.

"Hi. I uh, wanted to talk to you about something."

"Oh, okay then." She set the book down, turning a waiting eye on him.

"Kristoff's family said that the keyhole might be on a southern mountain. Do you have any idea what might be around there?"

"My castle is there. That seems to be the most likely place."

Sora tilted his head confused. "But isn't this your castle?"

She laughed good naturedly. "I kind of made my own personal castle during my…"rebellious phase.""

"Oh. Thanks, that should help, knowing where to look and all." The conversation stilled, unspoken words hanging in the air. He wanted to ask her about Anna, but he didn't know how to best breach the topic. He didn't want to make her uncomfortable or be a rude guest.

"Roxas talked to Anna about you two." Elsa stiffened. "You don't need to talk about it if you don't want to, but…"

"That was supposed to be a secret." She brought her hand up to her face. "What am I going to do with that girl?"

"Don't worry. You're secret is safe with us. We are actually in a similar situation." He looked away embarrassed.

"Really?"

"Yeah…Somehow we're both the bad guys in this." He laughed without humor.

"It's just, people finally accept me, you know? I've always been considered a monster. What if they think so again? And it wouldn't just be me, it would be Anna too. I'd do anything to spare her that."

Her logic was surprisingly similar to his own.

Roxas stirred, picking up on his thoughts. So, you are taking this seriously, huh?

Sora chose not to reply. "I know what you mean. She would be better off with Kristoff. He seems like a wonderful person, and genuinely in love with her."

"Yes," she spoke softly. "I want her to be loved, but…what if she stops loving me because of it. Ah! Damn this situation!" She threw her arms up exasperated before recomposing herself. "Sorry, I didn't mean to place my troubles upon you."

"No, that's fine. It's good to know that we think alike. Means we can't really be the bad guys, right?" He smiled wryly.