Anna looked at the clock on her wall – Nine forty five PM. Nine forty five was an acceptable time right? You could call someone up at Nine forty five and that would be fine. Especially college students; they were up 'til who knows when, partying and such.

Elsa could be on a date.

She pursed her lips and frowned. Elsa better not be on a date.

She should call and make sure this wasn't happening right now.

She groaned and fell back on her bed - clutching her cell phone to her chest.

It had been three weeks since her sister had left for college; and apart from a couple of texts, they hadn't spoken; it was killing her. Elsa always seemed to be 'busy' when she wanted to talk. She tried to rationalize it – her sister was doing her education thing, and probably making friends – just friends – and studying, and whatever. But she missed her so much.

Her parents had noticed the change in her. She barely left the house anymore - unless it was for school – and they were constantly checking on her. They were only just starting to trust her to be alone before Elsa left, and now it was like just after the sleeping pills incident all over again.

There was a knock on the door. "Sweetie?" Ten fucking minutes! She couldn't have ten minutes alone!

"Yeah." She wasn't going to tell her mother to come in. She didn't need to see that constantly concerned look.

"Hans is downstairs."

'Why?' She thought. She hadn't invited him over! In fact she'd specifically told him that she wasn't going out tonight. And it was nine forty five at night! Who comes over at nine forty five at night? That's just rude!

"I'm about to go to bed Mom." She lied.

"But it's Friday night. Don't you want to go and see your friends?"

"No, Mom! Just… just tell him to come back tomorrow."

Her mother sighed. She did it loud enough for Anna to hear through the closed door. "Very well. Goodnight Honey."

"Night Mom."

She grabbed a pillow from beneath her, and smothered herself. Why couldn't everyone just leave her alone? No, they had to always be asking what was wrong. Her parents, her friends, Hans, her fucking therapist.

All of them persistently needling her for answers.

She screamed into the pillow.

Screw this!

She threw the pillow across the room and turned off all of her lamps - except the bedside one – she had to at least make it seem like she'd actually gone to sleep. Her mother would check for sure.

She picked up her phone, and called Elsa.

Her stomach lurched at the first ring. What if she was out? Her sister had never been one for socializing before; but college changes you.

The second ring; What was she going to say?

Third ring; This was a terrible idea. She should just wait until her sister was ready to talk to her.

Fourth ring; But it had three fucking weeks! How much more time did she need?

Fifth ring; Please don't go to voicemail.

"Anna?"

Anna took in a sharp intake of breath. Elsa sounded like she'd just woken up. "Hi. Sorry, did I wake you?"

"It's fine." Her sister mumbled. "Is everything alright?"

"Yeah." She felt like an idiot. "I just… We haven't spoken in a while."

"You couldn't have called earlier?"

Was that a snide comment? She couldn't tell. It was hard to distinguish between tones when her sister had just woken up. "Sorry. I didn't realise you went to bed so early."

"It's almost midnight."

She looked at the clock again, and rolled her eyes. "I'm so sorry Els, I forgot about time zones!"

Elsa let out a sigh. "Yeah. Did you want to talk about anything in particular?"

She winced. Elsa had woken up a bit now - and she sounded annoyed. "Just, how freedom was treating you."

Her sister chuckled. That was an improvement. That was good. Just stay away from the subject of that thing we're not allowed to talk about. "It's good. Hard, but good."

Anna heard the rustling of her sister getting. "How's the apartment?"

"Urgh, don't get me fucking started. I don't know if Dad thinks I'm stupid, or doesn't care. 'Oh no Honey, the university overbooked your dorm room, I had to get you this stylish, spacious apartment instead; away from all those college ruffians' I bet, in a few weeks they'll start building a new science wing or something. I wonder where they got all that money from! Gosh! A generous donator! Aren't we lucky!"

Anna giggled. "So you're happy where you are then?"

"Pfft. Part of the reason I wanted to come here was so I could get out from under his thumb. It never works out." She added dejectedly.

"I say you take him for all you can right now - and then when you're done with your learnin' you can get an awesome job, and give him the finger."

"I think that's my only option right now."

Anna heard the crack of a can opening, and raised a brow. "Are you drinking that energy shit?"

"Yes! You woke me up, I'm tired."

"Sorry. I really did forget about time zones!"

"Its fine, I forgive you." There was the sound of glugging, followed by a satisfied 'Ah' and a loud belch.

"Gross."

"Oh shut up; It's natural."

"But was it necessary to do it right into the mouth piece?"

"Yes. Is your phone broken?"

"No." She frowned. "Why?"

"You sound quiet."

"Oh. I told Mom I was going to bed."

"It's not even ten. Aren't you usually out with your friends?"

'Yeah, well I'm moping over you. Gimme a break!' "I didn't feel like it tonight. Might be coming down with something, or something."

"Oh, jeez! You're a horrible patient when you're ill. I don't envy Mom if you are."

"It's better than what you do! 'No, No, I'm fine!' 'But Elsa, the Grim Reaper just called and he said he's running a bit late, but he'll be here soon.'"

"Shut up!" This was nice. This was normal. Two normal sisters, talking normally. It was like it was before. "I don't like to make a fuss."

"No, you like to ignore things and pretend they don't exist."

Silence.

Fuck.

"So have you made any friends?" Anna asked, hoping Elsa wouldn't end the call.

"Some, I guess." Her voice was tight.

"Any Dad would disapprove of?" Please be okay. Please don't hang up. Please talk to me.

There was a small laugh. "All of them. What are you doing now?"

"Uh. Talking to you?" She creased her brow at the abrupt change.

"Is your laptop on?"

She looked over at the paused video of kittens playing. "Yes." A window popped up on her computer screen. "Huh, someone called Elsa1297 wants to talk to me on Skype. I wonder who that could be!"

"Just answer the damn call."

"Yes Ma'am." Her hand started to shake as she went to press the accept button. She was going to see her sister.

Her breath hitched when Elsa appeared on her screen. Fuck, she was beautiful. "Hi." Her sister smiled timidly at her.

"Hi." She replied; and fought the urge to shove her hand down the front of her jeans.

That was all it took now? She thought angrily. Just the sight of Elsa with bed-hair was enough to make her horny. Fuck you Libido! You're gonna screw things up!

"So, how have things been with you?" Her sister asked as she clumsily put on her glasses - and blinked a few times to adjust.

That really shouldn't have been arousing. "You know; Okay. Quiet." She chuckled.

"School okay?"

"Yeah."

"And… How's Hans?" Elsa tried to smile, but it came out as a grimace.

"Do you really care?"

"You know I don't; I was just trying to be civilized. And civilized people ask how their sister's boyfriends are doing."

"He's fine, I guess." She took a deep breath. "And what about you? Had any dates?"

Elsa took a sip of her Red bull and glanced away.

Shit! Fuck. NoNoNoNoNoNoNoNo.

"You know what?" Anna held up her hands. "I actually don't want to know." She really didn't. She couldn't bare the thought of her sister with anyone.

Elsa looked relieved, and nodded. "How are Mom and Dad treating you?"

"Mmmm." Anna scrunched up her face.

"I see." She said with acute understanding. There were some things you didn't need to use words for. "I have to say, Anna - you don't look that sick."

It was harder to lie when Elsa looking right at her. "Maybe I wasn't being entirely honest." She shrugged.

"Why?" Elsa leaned in closer with a concerned look; and Anna could see those alluring eyes clear as day.

She swallowed. "I haven't wanted to go out. I miss you. Everything's shit without you here."

Elsa stared at her for a moment, and then slumped a little. "I've missed you too."

"When are you coming home?"

"It won't be until Thanksgiving probably."

"I don't know if I can wait that long." She said sadly. "You're so far away."

Elsa pulled her laptop nearer to her. "Better?" She asked with half a smirk.

Anna laughed quietly; but truthfully it was better. Closer was always better when it came to her sister. "You're a hoot." She said sarcastically.

"I try."

She froze when she heard a noise come closer to her door, and she put her finger over her lips when she saw Elsa frown. There was a quiet knock, and after a second or two of not replying, she heard footsteps walk away. She decided she'd put her earphones in to her computer.

"They're always checking on me." She mumbled. "They've hidden every kind of medicine in the house. If I get a headache or something, they bring out the bottle of Advil and they count every tablet left; every time. It's fucking annoying!"

"You tried to kill yourself, Anna." Her sister sounded hurt. "They're worried, that's all."

Elsa pinched the bridge of her nose; it was something she'd always remembered her sister doing. Elsa never liked people seeing her cry, and that was her way of stopping it.

She pursed her lips when something occurred to her; if she had been successful in her drunken attempt to end everything - and her father hadn't found her in time – then Elsa would be alone. She would be angry and hurt and alone.

Anna was barely coping with her sister being thousands of miles away. But if Elsa was completely gone…?

"I'm not going to try it again." Her sister didn't look convinced. "I swear."

"Was it my fault? That you tried to in the first place."

She put her hand over her face, and rubbed it. "We all deal with things differently." She said eventually. "You locked yourself away - and were fine not talking about it. I wasn't. I wanted to talk to you, and you wouldn't let me in."

Elsa leaned forward – took off her glasses - and put her head in her hands. "I'm sorry." Her apology was muffled, but Anna couldn't deny the sincerity.

"I know you are." Anna said. She desperately wanted to hold her. "And I think we need to stop apologizing for things."

"I don't think that's possible." Elsa sat back in her computer chair with a thud. "You nearly died, and it was my fault."

"I don't blame you." She reassured.

"You should." Elsa growled. "I didn't even know! I didn't even notice that Mom and Dad were treating you any differently. Why didn't they tell me?"

"I told them not to."

"But why, Anna? If I'd have known, I would've talked to you."

"I don't know! They kept asking me why I did it, and I couldn't tell them the truth; and if they'd told you, I knew you would figure out why I did it, and blame yourself. I didn't want you to feel bad."

"For fuck sake." Elsa sighed.

"What?"

"How do you think I would have felt if you had died?"

"I'm sorry!"

Elsa raised her hands in disbelief. "See! We're going to spend the rest of our lives saying sorry! I shouldn't have answered the phone."

"Right! Carry on ignoring me. Because that always works out so fucking well."

"What do you want from me?"

"I want you to talk to me!" She snapped and balled her fists up in anger. "I want you to stop being so hot and cold; Tell me you fucking want me, as much as I want you!"

"I want you – okay? I always fucking want you! I wish you were here with me; I wish I were inside you right now! I think about you all the time; and this line between me loving you as my sister, and me being in love with you, is so messed up - I don't know where one stops and the other begins. I don't even know if they're two separate things anymore! Without you I'm useless; I spend my days in basically a catatonic state because I miss you so fucking much."

Anna blinked. "You're in love with me?"

"What did you think? That I just had a little crush on you for two years?"

"Don't patronize me! How was I supposed to know? You never actually said you loved me; you just said you felt something other than sisterly."

"I'm sorry."

"Uch. I'm sick of hearing the word sorry." Anna shook her head.

"I think we're destined to keep saying it."

"Maybe we should change the word."

"To what?"

"I dunno. Sweaty Ballsack." She shrugged.

Elsa smiled slowly before it turned to a full grin. Anna liked seeing it. "Okay." The blonde nodded. "Sweaty Ballsack it is."

"This could end up being really funny, or really infuriating."

"Either is possible." Her sister chuckled and ran her fingers through her hair.

Anna didn't know why – but she'd always been besotted with her sister's hair; she always wanted to touch it. It was like some sort of magical power source - And up until recently, she thought that she was just jealous of how perfect it was. But now she wondered if something else had been behind those feeling she had.

"I really want to kiss you right now."

Elsa stilled, and sucked at her bottom lip for a few moments. "Just kiss?" She asked softly.

Anna's arms became instantly covered in goose bumps from arousal. "No." She breathed; and lifted her hand to the top button of her shirt, and unbuttoned it. "No, definitely not just kissing."

She watched as her sister leaned in closer - her icy blue eyes becoming darker with every button she undid; and her breathing became more ragged.

Once it was fully open, she began removing the item, but Elsa stopped her.

"Leave it like that." She demanded huskily.

Anna smirked; and stored that information away in a safe place. She did as she was told, and was thankful to her past self for wearing a front clasp bra today. She unfastened her underwear, and let it fall to the side, to join her shirt; then she brushed her fingers over her already hard nipples, and they became almost painful.

"Tell me what you want me to do." She pleaded.

"Lick your finger."

Anna put her index finger in her mouth - sucking on it slowly; and then she dragged it over her tongue as she pulled it out. Elsa's jaw clenched tight. She circled her nipple a few times, and then began dragging her nails over it. Her sister said nothing to discourage her, so she carried on with a slowly steadying speed.

"Pinch your other nipple."

She lifted her other hand and squeezed; there was a sharp intake of breath at the contact; and she never took her eyes off her sister; her mind imagining her there – imagining her being the one to touch her. She was so wet.

"What are you going to do?" She asked.

Elsa's gaze flickered upward. "That's up to you." She smiled that smile that Anna loved; the one where she bared her teeth in unadulterated lust; the one that turned her on so fucking much - She wasn't sure how long she was going to last if she kept that up.

"I wouldn't waste time on foreplay. Do you have a toy?"

Her sister nodded. "In my bedroom."

"Better get to bed then."

Elsa grabbed the laptop and carried it off; and as her sister made her way to her room – Anna removed her jeans and pulled out her dildo from under the bed.

After an agonizing minute, she saw her sister's face again, and she held up her own silicone phallus. It was surprisingly pink. "That's not a colour I'd expect from you." Anna chuckled quietly.

Elsa smiled sheepishly. "It made me think of you."

"That's incredibly sweet; and incredibly arousing at the same time." She lifted her own toy. "I may have got this because I thought of you." She looked at it critically. "Maybe not exactly. They didn't have the blue I wanted there."

Elsa's face became still, and Anna wondered if this was the point where she ran away. It was much easier when all you had to do was disconnect.

"We're in too deep now, aren't we?" Her sister said finally.

"We were always in too deep." That probably wasn't a comfort. "Elsa?" She picked up her laptop and held it close.

"Yeah."

"Please don't run away now."

"I won't. I'm done running." She said it with such certainty, that Anna believed her.

She felt relief, and then she frowned. "You're thousands of miles away! You couldn't have figured this out sooner?"

"Uh… Sweaty Ballsack?" Her sister shrugged.

Anna laughed so hard no sound came out, and she couldn't breathe. She was fairly certain she was drooling - and in anyone else's company she would at least try and wipe it away. But Elsa loved her; warts, and slobber, and all.

"Oh my gosh." She panted as the laughter started to subside several minutes later. "That was amazing." She collapsed on the bed and looked at the computer screen.

Elsa beamed at her. "I'm very talented."

She cocked a brow. "Yes, you are." She smirked.

"You go from amused to aroused, so quickly. It's pretty impressive."

"Funny is sexy. And besides – I just have to look at you and I'm there."

"Yeah. Me too."

"Els, if you use your pink thing, I don't want to see." Elsa looked hurt and she continued on before her sister could say anything. "I've never seen you." She explained. "You've always had clothes on; and when I do see you for the first time – I want it to be for real. I want to know what you feel like; what you taste like; what you smell like. I want a full sensory overload from you."

"Okay." Her sister blushed. "I'm going to pretend it you."

"You'd better pretend it's me!"

"So demanding." Elsa smirked and Anna saw her shift into a more reclined position; and she followed suit.

"Do you want to see me?"

"Yes."

She opened her legs wide, and placed the laptop between them – adjusting so she got the angle in a perfect position. It was very technical, and she was oddly turned on by the process.

She pressed the tip of the dildo to her entrance, and pushed it in slowly. She was so wet it slid in almost flawlessly. Elsa's head was bent slightly and her eyes were unblinking. She looked stony; unmoving; and it was sexy as hell.

She pushed the phallus in further, and moaned. She saw her sister's shoulder moving rhythmically.

"Is it good?" Elsa asked.

"Yes." She answered and slowly pulled out her toy.

"What am I doing?" Her sister's voice was low.

"You're fucking me. You've got your ugly pink cock in a strap. And you're fucking me." She pushed it in further this time, and her walls clenched tightly

"How? Tell me."

She pulled it out again. "I'm wearing what I had on the first time you were inside me." When she pushed the toy back in, it was harder, and it went all the way to the hilt. Elsa moaned. "My shirt and my bra are unbuttoned and loose." She began pumping the dildo inside her with vigour. "You've bent me over my vanity dresser, and you're behind me."

"Fuck, Anna."

"You want me on the vanity so you can look at me in the mirror. And you can see breasts bounce with every thrust." She saw Elsa increase her speed, and her mouth was opened and trembling. "You've got a hold of me by my waist and my skirt's in your hands. You're pounding me so fucking hard, Els." Her sister's moans increased; She was glad she still had her earphones in - they were so loud – And she felt herself losing control with every noise.

"Oh fuck, Elsa." She repeated over and over as her dildo got faster and faster until she began to convulse - and she slammed her hand over her mouth to try and muffle her orgasm, and held the toy in deep as she spasmed around it.

"Well, that's just…" She breathed out when she finally managed to speak again.

"Fuck!" Elsa laughed.

"Now, that was amazing."

"I think we should do that more often."

"Big yes vote from me." Anna sat up, and properly looked at her sister. She was very flushed. "There was something I meant to say earlier."

"Okay. What was that?"

"I'm in love with you too."

Elsa said nothing back; she just gave her a wide happy smile.