"So, where are we going? Beer run, or bar?"
Elsa looked at her friend Kristoff sitting next to her on the cosy leather couch, and gave him a lop-sided grin. "I vote beer run."
"You're only saying that because you want to stay here in your sweet-ass swanky apartment and make out with my sister." The blond haired boy said scrunching up face. "Which, by the way, is really weird for me to see!"
"Why?" She asked; delving into his bag of M&M, and stealing a piece his chocolate. "Because she's your sister, or because you and I," She waved her finger between them both. "didn't connect in a sexual way?" She grinned at him and he rolled his eyes.
"I think you know me well enough by now, to know that I am always disappointed when I don't connect in sexual ways." He picked up his near full beer and took a swig. "I think I was just your college experiment."
"Yeah. Turns out – I really do prefer boobs."
"Don't we all my little Ice Queen? Don't we all."
"Fuck off; I'm not an Ice Queen!" She sulked, and pushed her glasses back up her nose with annoyance.
"She's not an Ice Queen, Kristoff." A voice from the corner of the room called out.
"Thank you, Olaf!" She said gesturing to the young man sitting on the floor counting marbles. "Someone here likes me."
"Olaf likes everyone though." Kristoff cocked his brow at her. "And I didn't in any way say that I didn't like you; it's just that you can be pretty cold at first; but you know - when you actually let people get to know you, you're pretty awesome. But you do only have like, four friends."
"Your fucking ferret isn't my friend; he's rodent."
"He's not a rodent!" Her friend picked up his pet and smooched him on his head. "Are you boy?"
"Dude, that is gross. You know, it wasn't because of my sexuality we didn't work out – it's because you're way too fond of that thing." She grimaced.
"Whatever." He shrugged. "But if you don't count Sven, that means you only have three friends.
"Then I have three friends. So what?"
"I mean," He glared at her with one eye closed. "You do know you're fucking hot, right? And you got them brains and stuff. Really, if you actually thawed out a bit you'd be popular as fuck; as it is - you hang out with a guy that counts marbles; a guy who might smoke a bit too much weed and possibly has an unhealthy relationship with his ferret; and a giant nerd?"
"Your sister's not that tall."
"Yeah, she is. She's a nerd and a troll and a giant." She was surprised when she'd first met Kristoff and Truda that they were siblings; they were physically so very different. It wasn't for a few weeks that she found out that he was adopted.
"But you love her." She said; patting him on the shoulder.
"Well." He puffed out his cheeks. "You gotta love your sister haven't you?"
Elsa stayed quiet; she wasn't touching that subject with a barge pole.
"My point is," He continued. "If you actually responded to those other hot people who try to converse with you on a day to day basis – you might actually have more friends. Much better looking friends! And then you'd leave us behind because you'll realise that we're actually a bunch of weirdos." He squinted at her for a moment and hmm'd. "Actually, that would work out poorly for us – so ignore everything I just said - and continue to be socially inept."
"Thanks." She said sarcastically. "I'm fairly certain you're only friends with me because of my apartment though."
"That is an unjust accusation!"
"Yeah." She drawled, as she snatched his mostly full beer from him, and chugged it down. When she'd finished the bottle, her face felt like it was having some sort of seizure. "This stuff is disgusting. Bleh." She shuddered.
"Well, not all of us are used to having parents so rich, we can afford to drink and bathe in champagne all day."
"Is that really what you think happens?"
"Yeah." He nodded and pulled another bottle from the pack, and handed it over to her; then got one for himself. "You also have a basement full of gold coins and you go diving in it."
"You're confusing me with Scrooge McDuck."
"My bad."
"You're an idiot." Elsa said as she clumsily stood up. "Do you have any idea how painful diving into gold coins would be?"
"No. But clearly you do." Kristoff looked up at her smugly through his lashes.
"I'm ignoring you and going to see how your sister's doing with the food."
"Okay. Try not to have sex in there. We'll only be a few feet away, and it'll make me and Olaf really uncomfortable."
"Shut up Ass Hat." She gave him the finger as she walked off.
"Nice come back Ice Queen." He yelled out after her.
"My brother giving you shit?" Truda asked as soon as she walked into the kitchen.
"Nothing I can't handle." Elsa smiled and bent down to inhale the delicious aroma cooking in the pot. "Yeah, I'm definitely keeping you." She leaned against the counter and let out a long sigh from the effort of getting to the kitchen.
Walking was hard when you were buzzed.
"Oh, are you now?" Her girlfriend pressed herself fully against Elsa; and removed the steamed up glasses from her face. "Don't I get a say?"
"Nope." Elsa pulled down on the other woman's sweater and kissed her.
She'd met Truda, Kristoff and Olaf on her second day of college while she was sitting alone by a tree, reading a book. She'd been a tad startled when a short, dark haired young man had sat down cross legged in front of her with a wide smile, and told her she looked like Winter. The other two had only come over to usher him away.
Olaf was probably more intelligent than all three of them put together, but he was a bit like an overly friendly stray puppy when it came to people; the problem was that sometimes people petted him, but more often than not they treated him like shit.
Friendship had come surprisingly easy with the two young men, but it had been hard with Truda. Elsa was convinced the other woman hated her because they argued all the time. They argued about politics, religion, philosophy and which Disney cartoon was the best. But after her failed make out session with Kristoff on a drunken night, she was told that Truda thought that Elsa was too perfect and she wanted find her flaws. The blonde was apparently too modest and sweet for someone so beautiful; and not elitist enough for someone who came from a wealthy family. 'Basically; my sister wants in your pants' Kristoff had told her.
Eventually Elsa won her over, and they fell into a relationship quickly after that.
Everything about their coupling felt nice. She liked that Truda was tall and dark, with an Amazonian physique. She liked that they made each other laugh. She liked that Truda would hold her hand when they went shopping. She liked that when they introduced each other, it was as girlfriends. And she liked the sex.
It was all healthy, normal relationship stuff.
Yes, sometimes – most times - she imagined that it was Anna, not Truda with their head between her legs; or deep inside her – but it wasn't.
And up until five ago, she and Anna continued their late night Skype calls – where they would talk and then pretend that it was the other that was in control of the dildo fucking them.
But she had to stop it. What they were doing was screwed up. She needed normal; for her own sanity she needed normal - And that couldn't happen with her sister in her head all the fucking time. So every day for the last five days, she'd forced herself to ignore the phone calls and the messages. And it was hard.
Truda lifted her up on the kitchen counter, and Elsa wrapped her legs around the taller woman as they kissed, and hands slid up her thighs. The kisses were different though; she couldn't pretend they were anyone other than her girlfriend, and it made it easier to forget Anna. But sometimes it made her miss her so much.
She groaned when the other woman pulled away.
"Something's burning."
"Yes, it is." Elsa smirked.
"You're insatiable." Truda said; looking pretty pleased with herself as she untangled from the blondes legs and stirred what ever it was that was cooking. "Hold my jar of olives."
Elsa took the jar and held it up like she was doing a presentation. "Why am I holding these?"
"It'll give you something to do."
"Okay." She mumbled as she took out one of the olives, and put it in her mouth. "I just remembered I don't like them." She scowled and spat it back in the jar.
"You did not just do what I think you just did."
"Nope." She sucked at her top lip and held her breath to try and stop herself from laughing, but that just made her snort.
"You're just…"
"What?" The blonde grinned wickedly; pulling the other woman closer, and began kissing her neck.
"Unbelievable." Truda sighed.
Elsa closed her eyes and trailed her tongue up the brunette's neck. "I guess it's lucky you like me, hm?" She whispered and nipped at an earlobe.
"I guess it is." The taller woman mumbled as she blindly stirred the contents of the pot; awkwardly pressing their lips together.
"So she's here? She's alright?"
Elsa pushed her girlfriend away roughly, and her heart started to pound.
"Yeah, she's in the kitchen."
NoNoNoNoNo. No. This couldn't be happening.
She jumped off the counter - ignoring Truda's confused look - and walked back into the main room with the olives still in her hand.
"Anna? What are you doing here?"
"What are you doing here?" Her sister looked like a lost puppy. "Thanksgiving is in two days; you're not at home – and you've been ignoring me!"
Elsa had told herself that when she finally spoke to Anna again, she would do it over the phone so she didn't have to look at her - and she would tell her that this thing between them was over. She had convinced herself that if she stopped all contact, eventually they could go back to normal. That she would stop wanting her. That they could be sisters again. She never thought that Anna would come to her.
And now as she stared at Anna standing in front of her – all those lies she told herself came crashing down.
There was never going to be a normal; and she would never stop wanting her.
She took a cautious step forward. "How did you get here?"
"Plane." Her sister looked at her; and then her eyes began darting around the room like a skittish animal. "You weren't returning my calls." She said it so sadly, it made Elsa feel sick. "I thought something might've happened."
She swallowed as she thought of something to say; but nothing came to mind.
"Hi. I'm Olaf."
Anna looked at the dark haired boy, and let out a squeak when he hugged her. When her younger sister gave her a panicked look - Elsa tried to tell her with her eyes that it was okay.
Olaf let her go and gave her a genuine bright smile. "You're Elsa's sister."
"Yes." The redhead gave him a polite smile back.
"She talks about you; and she has pictures of you all over the apartment. That's how I knew who you were. There are eleven photos altogether. There are three in her bedroom, two in this room -"
"Okay Buddy." Kristoff patted Olaf on the back. "The nice lady doesn't need to know all this."
"Everything okay?" Truda asked when she entered the room.
"Yeah." Elsa nodded. "My sister is here. This is my sister." She pointed to the redhead. "I didn't know she was coming."
"Oh!" Truda held out her hand to Anna. "It's really nice to meet you. We've heard so much!"
"Me too." Anna said coolly, but accepted the offered hand.
"Will you be here for dinner? We'll be eating soon. But no olives." Elsa winced. Her girlfriend was trying so hard, but Anna didn't look impressed.
"My flight home isn't until tomorrow; so maybe I will stay and eat in my own sister's apartment."
"Okay." Truda responded with less enthusiasm; and she took the jar of olives the blonde was still holding and kissed her on the cheek.
"Elsa," Anna's jaw tightened. "Can I talk to you please?"
Oh fuck. "Yeah." She put her hand on her sister's back, and guided her to her bedroom.
Once they were in, and the door was shut – Anna pushed her hard against the wall. "Is she the reason you've been ignoring me?" Her sister's voice was hushed and low, but the anger and hurt were obvious.
"Anna…"
"Just answer the fucking question."
"No. Not exactly."
"What does that mean?"
"It means we shouldn't be doing this. You shouldn't have come here."
"How else was I going to get you to talk to me!" Anna snapped. "You're running away again – and you're leaving me behind! For her?" She pointed at the door.
Elsa stepped away from the wall and sat on her bed. "I thought I could –" She stopped and pinched the bridge of her nose. "You know, you have no right to be pissed at me for having someone. You have Hans." She clenched her jaw and ran her fingers through her hair. "I thought I could be normal. I thought I could pretend to have normal." She put her elbows on her knees and her head in her hands. "She's a good person, and I'm using her."
"Everyone uses people." Her sister said matter of factly.
"Maybe. But it isn't fair."
"And what you're doing to me is fair? You decided that you wanted to stop this." Her sister poked at her shoulder and she pulled her hands away from her face. "You decided without the fucking courtesy of telling me." She poked again. "I thought you were done shutting me out."
"I thought I was too." She said and looked up into her sister's teary eyes. She wanted to say sorry, but they'd promised not to say that word again; and now really wasn't the time for Sweaty Ballsack.
"So now what?" Anna asked bitterly.
She wanted her life to be much less complicated. "You go home without me."
"What? No!"
"You really don't have a choice."
"So, what? You're going to stay here and live in this fake little life you've created for yourself? With a girlfriend you don't really care about?"
"It's better than the alternative." Elsa sighed, and stood up.
"No, it's not! You can't just, not be in love with me." Anna began shouting now and the blonde grabbed her by the arms.
"You're right. But how are we supposed to be together? We run away where no one knows who we are?"
"Yes! If that's what it takes!"
"You're still in school, Anna. I'm still in school!"
"I hate it when you throw logic at me! Do you think any of this is easy for me?"
"No, of course I don't!"
"I want normal too, Elsa. But I want us to be normal."
"That isn't going to happen though, is it?"
"Not right now, no." Anna said and bit on her bottom lip. "But it can, at some point."
"And when you say 'at some point' you mean us getting fake passports; having some sort of plastic surgery and moving to Canada?"
"Not Mexico?"
"We won't be fugitives, Anna! And the water's terrible there!"
Her sister let out a small laugh; closing the gap between them and wrapped her arms around Elsa's middle; resting her head on the blonde's shoulder. Elsa couldn't push her away. She missed the touch of her sister; the smell, the warmth – so she held on to her tightly. "Elsa, I just wish that we could have it all."
"Yeah, well, if wishes were horses…" The blonde put her hand on her sister's head and stroked her hair.
"I have no idea what that means."
"It means that sometimes we shouldn't get what we wish for."
"You don't want a normal us if you could have it?" Anna asked sadly as she slipped her hands under the back of Elsa's shirt and began tracing patterns on her back.
This sent shivers up the blonde's spine, and she let out the smallest of moans. "I do. But I'm trying to be realistic."
"So, you're the realist, and I'm the idealist?"
"That's the way it's always been."
Anna leaned back so that she could look at her sister. "Elsa, please come home. I need you there; and not just because of us. You know what Mom and Dad are like at Thanksgiving."
"Yeah." She replied dryly. "Do they even know you're here?"
"No." Her sister half smiled.
Elsa chuckled quietly. "Always the rebel, eh?"
Anna got up on her tiptoes and kissed her. It started softly, but as her sister ran her fingers higher up her back – Elsa needed more and she licked at Anna's lips, which parted easily and the kiss became more frantic.
Weeks upon weeks of going without this was making her desperate; and she fumbled at the buttons of the coat her sister still wore – and once it was loose the two of them awkwardly removed it; refusing to break the kiss, and they fell against the wall.
She grabbed hold of Anna's skirt - rucking up the fabric - and when it was high enough, she put her hand in her sister's underwear; she smiled a little, knowing they she made Anna as wet as her sister made her.
Anna put a foot on the nearby chair to grant her sister easier access and Elsa stroked her entrance and dragged her dampened finger over her clit; her sister bucked immediately and dug her nails in her back.
There was a knock on the door, and she pulled away quickly.
She'd forgotten there were people here. She'd forgotten her girlfriend was in another room.
Kristoff called out through the closed door. "Uh, sorry to disturb - but food's done."
"We'll be right there." She said, trying to control her voice.
"It's cool. No rush; just wanted you to know."
"Thanks."
Anna straightened up her clothes and smiled sadly at her. "Do you mind if I stay here tonight?"
"I thought you'd already decided that."
"Well, now I'm being polite about it."
"Of course you can stay."
"Thanks." Her sister gave her a crooked smile.
"Come on, we should go eat." And out of the same room alone together. "I don't think I've had anything since this afternoon; and I've been drinking."
"I though I tasted beer."
Elsa put her hand on the door handle, and looked at her sister. "Please try to be nice."
"To your girlfriend? I'll be as nice as you are to Hans."
"Anna! Please! Please don't do anything, or say anything." She practically begged.
"Fine." Her sister huffed. "I'll be as nice as I can."
"And you know Hans is a fucking asshole who doesn't deserve anyone being nice to him."
"He's had a rough childhood you know!"
"Cry me a fucking river. He's the youngest of thirteen kids – of course he says he's had a bad childhood; who pays attention to the kid who has twelve older siblings?"
"It can tough being ignored."
"Yeah." Elsa pursed her lips at her sister. "Just be nice."
"You already said that, and I already said I would be."
Elsa wondered how long that would last.
Four and a half hours, one meal and a beer run later – all five people and one ferret sat at the round dining table.
"I'm telling you, it's true." Kristoff slapped his hand down.
"Bullshit." Truda scoffed.
"Okay then." He smirked. "Everyone – except Olaf." He put his hand over his friends mouth to make sure he didn't speak. "What's the sixteenth letter?"
There was several seconds of tuneful mumbling, and finally Anna shouted, "P! P is the sixteenth letter of the alphabet!" The redhead's speech was slurred slightly from the wine coolers she'd had.
"You see! It took you so long to get there." The blond man said. "Hardly anyone truly knows the alphabet. They have to sing the little fucking song."
"I know the alphabet." Olaf said as soon as Kristoff took his hand away.
"Yeah, Dude, we know."
It had actually been kind of a pleasant night. Anna had avoided Truda which Elsa was relieved about; her sister had managed to win over Olaf and Kristoff; and she wasn't surprised in the slightest. Anna was just that type of person who could talk to anyone and she'd somehow find the perfect topic of conversation and get herself some new friends – something Elsa could never do.
There was this underlying tension between her and her girlfriend though. Anna wasn't the only one that had avoided Truda, and she could see the brunette was concerned about it – but there was really nothing she could do. It was the choice of being affectionate with Truda, and upsetting Anna; or not – and upsetting her girlfriend.
She would always choose her sister.
"Okay, fine. You've proven your point." She said quirking a brow. "We're all a bunch of dumb-asses."
"I don't know either!" Kristoff said, holding his hands up in defence. "I was just pointing it out."
"So that makes you a dumb-ass too."
"Yeah." He stretched his arms above his head and yawned. "Okay, I'm done. Olaf, you driving?"
"Yes. No one else is sober enough." The young man frowned, and Elsa walked them all to the door after everyone got up from the table, and grabbed their belongings.
"So," Truda said tentatively as they stood on the threshold. "Everything alright? You've seemed a little off since your sister got here."
"Yeah, no, it's fine." She smiled. "Anna's just… she's going through some things, and her boyfriend is a fucker, and she took a bunch pills a few months ago." She hoped an overload of vague information would be enough to ease her girlfriend's worries.
"Oh. Okay."
"I dunno. Maybe I'm being over protective, I'm sorry."
"No, no. I get it. I'll see you tomorrow?"
"Um, about that; I know I said I wasn't going home for the Holiday, but -"
"Yeah." Truda cut in. "It's fine."
The brunette said it in that way that meant that it wasn't fine – that it was actually furthest away from fine that anything could be; and Elsa felt horrible. They'd made plans to spend some romantic time together, and she was just blowing her off with barely a days notice.
"I'll call you." She leaned in and gave the taller woman a chaste kiss.
"Okay. Goodnight, Elsa."
She shut the door and found Anna pacing on the rug. "You told her about the pills? You couldn't have made something up?"
"Like what? 'I'm sorry I've been rejecting you, my sister doesn't like anyone but her touching me' Would that have done?"
"That is a personal thing, Elsa!" Anna stopped to glare at her sister. "My personal thing. I don't need some random woman knowing about it. Maybe I should've tried that again, it might have made you come home sooner."
"Don't even joke about stuff like that, Anna!" Elsa plopped herself down on the sofa and crossed her arms over her stomach.
"Oh, yeah, you wouldn't have come to see me anyway."
"You need to make up your mind! You say that you told Mom and Dad not to tell me; but shout at me for not coming to the hospital to see you! How could I have come to see you, if I didn't know? I'm not a fucking psychic!"
"I know it's stupid, okay?" Anna snapped. "I don't even know why I'm angry at you. It's just that I always want you there when I'm in trouble, but I know it'll upset you, and I don't want to bother you."
"For future reference - I always want to be bothered."
"Noted." Her sister said glumly.
"I've missed you."
Anna stood right in front of her and cocked her head with a raised brow. "That's what happens when you shut people out."
After a few moments of silence she shook her head. "We just end up going in circles, don't we?"
"Yes, and it always ends the same way." Her sister smirked. Elsa's body tingled as Anna undid the button of her long skirt, and pulled down the zip. She leaned forward as the item of clothing fell to the floor revealing knee high leather boots and red panties. "You Like?" Anna asked; tapping the boots.
The blonde licked her lips and nodded.
Anna stepped out of the pooled fabric and closer to her sister; the leather grazing Elsa's knees, and she ran her hand down Elsa's cheek and lifted her chin, so that they made eye contact. As Anna began unfastening her blouse, the blonde reached out to touch her sister's legs, but she was slapped away, and she growled at the wagging finger. "Patience."
"I don't have any! It's been almost three months!"
"So what's a few more minutes?" Anna asked teasingly.
"Everything! Is this punishment?"
"Maybe." Her sister put her foot up on the couch next to her, and Elsa was so close she could smell the arousal. "Sit on your hands."
"What?" She looked up with wide eyes.
"You heard."
Her sister continued to unbutton her top as Elsa reluctantly did as she was told. Controlling her need to feel all that skin that was barely an inch away, was going to be hard.
With a flick, Anna's bra fell open – exposing her freckled chest – And the ache between Elsa's legs was so strong, it was painful.
"There's punishment, and then there's torture." She breathed out.
"Mm." Anna muttered distractedly; and trailed her fingers over her bare breasts, down over her stomach and slipped under the elastic of her underwear; then the outline of her hand began to move slowly right in front of her eyes.
This was not fair. "Anna, please!"
"Take your top and bra off." Her sister instructed.
She hesitated before she freed her hands from beneath her legs. "Can I move my hands now?"
Anna grinned down at her, like she'd passed some sort of test. "Yes." She replied and the rhythm between her legs increased.
Elsa let out a breath and she quickly removed every item of clothing on her torso - then sat back on her hands, and clenched them into fists.
There was too much going on – she didn't know where to look. Her sister's face was perfect as she pleasured herself, and her breasts bounced with every movement; the hidden fingers rubbing on her clit; and those fuck-me leather boots.
"Now take off your jeans."
She looked up and waited for permission, and her sister nodded. She hurriedly took her pants off - without breaking her eye contact until she pulled them off along with her sneakers; then she returned to her former position.
Anna raked her fingers through her blonde locks, and she moaned at finally having contact. Her sister pulled at her hair – knowing exactly how much it turned her on – and she bent down and grazed her teeth over her bottom lip, then pushed her sister, causing Elsa to fall back against the sofa.
The redhead pulled her hand out from her underwear, then knelt between Elsa's legs, and tugged at the blonde's cotton shorts until they became free. Elsa felt a blush cover her face and chest; this was the first time Anna had properly seen her like this.
"Christ, Elsa." Her sister whispered as she ran her fingers up the inside of her sister's thighs and pushed her legs further apart.
Red hair slowly disappeared from her view and she felt breath graze over her wetness – every nerve hummed at the sensation of her sister's tongue stroking her clit, and she ineffectually grasped at the cushions underneath her. "Oh God!" She moaned loudly, and she rocked her hips against Anna's mouth.
She never realised that this could feel so good; with Truda it was just a warm up, but this was going to make her come - and come hard.
She didn't want that. She had thought about this for nearly three months; it couldn't just be over in a couple of seconds. She put her hands on Anna's head and pulled her away.
Her sister looked hurt and she kissed her; tasting herself. "You are too good at that." She laughed softly. "I want this to last."
Anna smiled; putting both hands on her cheeks, and kissed her back.
It was a languid but passionate kiss; and Elsa considered briefly, that her sister wasn't trying to hurry because there was nothing to hurry for; because they were finally, completely alone.
After a few minutes, she felt fingers brushing against her entrance, and she took hold of Anna's wrist, then pushed her inside. She broke the kiss with a moan; putting the hand that wasn't still holding onto her sister, onto Anna's shoulder to steady herself as she rocked her hips in time with the thrusts; and the redhead leaned forward and took a nipple into her mouth.
She couldn't speak; everything that came out was just noises of unadulterated pleasure – and then Anna did something inside her that made her scream, and she threw her head back. She forgot all about wanting to take her time – she just wanted her sister to keep doing that.
"More." She managed.
And Anna went faster and harder; and she completely fell back against the couch unable to control the spasm through her body - She just shook and screamed and her back arched when she felt her release
Once she regained the ability to move her limbs, she sat up and kissed her sister. "I love you so much." She blurted out in a cracked voice.
Anna brushed a thumb over her cheek, and that was when she realised she was crying. She hadn't cried since she was ten.
"I love you too." Her sister smiled, and began to cry as well.
She wrapped Anna up in her arms, and held her tightly; and let herself hope that this really could be the normal that they both wanted.
A/N: So these chapters seem to be getting longer - less angsty and less smuty. I shall endeavor to remedy at least one of these in the next chapter. Unless nobody wants me to. Then I won't. It's up to you!