They only went back to the house to collect some belongings.
Elsa stayed outside her sister's bedroom while Anna packed her things into suitcases – and she guarded the door from her parents.
"Elsa, please just let us in – we just want to talk to her!" Her mother pleaded.
Her father said nothing; he just stood there looking sorry for himself. He ran a million dollar empire – an environment she'd seen him thrive in for the three years she worked at the company – but give him family stuff and he was as useless as an ice teapot.
He wasn't a bad man – He was just a person who made choices in his life that he thinks he can't change.
He and their Aunt Kate had grown up with an abusive father who left them and their mother penniless and homeless before they were teenagers – and her dad had a very misguided view on what a family should be because of it.
Somewhere along the line he fell out of love with their mother, but refused to leave because this was how it was supposed to be; and it didn't seem to matter that everyone was miserable.
And so he drank; and Anna had always been on the receiving end of his verbal abuse - Elsa suspected that it was because her sister was everything her mother used to be –and everything she wasn't now.
She didn't feel the same way about him as Anna did though – probably because she'd always been the good daughter; the quiet daughter; the obedient daughter. Anna was the fiery one; she was the rebel; the one who knew her own mind at a young age; and who never took any shit from anyone.
She knew he loved them both, but his own sadness caused him to be a massive prick.
That being said – she would fucking kill him if he hurt Anna again.
"Mom, just go back downstairs." She said; her voice unusually authoritative.
Her mother nodded solemnly and walked away. She turned to her father and pointed to her old bedroom, and he shuffled his way through the door. She was surprised at how compliant her parents were being.
She knocked Anna's door and told her to stay put – then she followed him into the room and shut the door.
This was weird. She was about to have an actual conversation with her father – a real, actual, meaningful conversation. She wasn't sure that had ever happened.
"I want to tell her I'm sorry." He said sadly and sat on her bed.
This fucking family and their sorry's.
"That's great, Dad." She snapped and crossed her arms. "But what would be the point? You'd just do it again." He said nothing. "She's coming back with me; just for a little while."
"I am not allowing her to run away again." He said sternly; looking her square in the eye.
"This isn't running away again!" She shot back. "That was three years ago! And it was your fault!" He clenched his jaw at that last part. "This house is just… full of fucking sadness! She needs to get away."
"Don't swear."
"I'm twenty one; I can fucking swear if I fucking like!"
"Yes, you can." He rubbed his face.
"Dad." She said softly and sat down next to him. "I love you - but you make it really difficult not to hate you." He looked at her with a worried brow. "I'm going to give you some advice; whether you take it is up to you." She sighed. "Leave."
"What?" He frowned.
"You're making Mom unhappy; you're making yourself unhappy; you're making Anna unhappy. Why? Because of some ridiculous obligation you feel about staying? Right now Anna hates your fucking guts; but maybe - if you left - you'd actually relax more, and stop being such a vicious fucking asshole." He let out a frustrated growl. "You weren't always like this, Dad." She put her hand over his. "I remember when you'd to come home from work when we were kids, and you'd gather us both up, and swing us around and tell us how much you loved us. I remember you and Mom laughing all the time; then it all stopped." She looked at his face and saw tears. "I still remember these things, but Anna doesn't; not anymore. Any happy memories she might have had are gone."
"Elsa, there are things you don't know."
"Of course there are! I'm not asking for a damn explanation Dad; I don't want one. What I do want is to not absolutely dread coming home."
"You dread it?"
"Yes! So does Anna! And she fucking lives here!" She waved her hands emphatically. "If you care about any of us – you'll leave."
"I do care." He wiped his eyes.
"You have a really shitty way of showing it."
He let out a long sigh and put his head in his hands. "I didn't want to be this."
"Then change it."
"It's not that easy."
"Yes, it is." She said as she stood up. "I've told you what I think you should do – Anna's coming home with me." He didn't object. "I'm going to get her – we'll take her car and drive back. Don't try to talk to her."
He got up and awkwardly wiped his hands on his pants; he looked so defeated – she felt compelled to hug him. Even though he didn't deserve it.
"I love you Honey." He said when he held her. "I love you both."
Anna barely spoke for most of the journey home. They stopped at motels when Elsa was too tired to drive anymore – and it took them four days to get back to her apartment.
The first thing her sister did was go to bed; and stay there; and even though she should've been back at school – Elsa stayed with her sister the first week. She pulled the blankets over them both, and held Anna as she cried.
When they were younger the two of them hardly ever spent the night apart - even though they both had their own rooms - The sisters just always seemed to sleep better with the other there. And when their father had had an especially bad day, she used to cradle Anna in her arms until the sobs had subsided and she'd fallen asleep.
But things changed after she realized her growing desires.
She'd never forget that look of utter devastation on Anna's face the night she told her no; and every night after.
She had allowed it less than a handful of times over the two years; but that night all those months ago had been the first time in over a year. Ironically – because she thought she'd actually managed to control her feelings for Anna.
But right now - it felt nice just to be the big sister taking care of her baby sister again; and in a weird way - she'd missed it. She missed the comfort they gave each other.
The day after they got back – she invited Truda over, and then broke up with her. It felt cruel, but it just wasn't fair to the other woman. After telling her father he was staying for all the wrong reasons – she felt like a hypocrite knowing that she was offering Truda more than she could give.
Four days after the break up – she nervously called Kristoff. She needed a friend; and she hoped that he still was her friend.
"I'm glad you asked us over." Kristoff said as he dumped his jacket on the armchair – following Elsa into the kitchen – While Olaf sat on the floor by the coffee table.
"I wasn't sure you would." She shrugged and handed him a beer from the fridge.
"Why wouldn't I? Our friendship isn't based on your relationship with my sister."
"How is she?" A part of her didn't want to know the answer.
"She's, you know – sad." He said and took a swig from the bottle. "But she'll get over it eventually."
"Olaf didn't even say hi to me when he came in." She looked into the living room at the young man playing chess with himself.
"He's a tad upset about the break up too." Kristoff sucked at his teeth. "And he'll get over it, just like Tru." He squeezed her arm. "So, you want to talk about what happened at your parents? How's Anna?"
Elsa put a hand over her face and exhaled. "Depressed. Do you think it's possible to have delayed depression? I mean - as soon as we put her stuff in the car – it just seemed to hit her. She slept most of the journey; she barely spoke, and she's been in bed almost a week – I take her food, and she doesn't eat it – But at least she's drinking water." Elsa looked at her friend anxiously. "I don't really know what to do." She said slumping her shoulders.
"Maybe the moment she got in the car – was when she finally let go of whatever she'd been trying to hide from."
"Maybe."
"Have you taken her to the doctor? They can give her some happy drugs or something."
"She doesn't-" Elsa hesitated. "She won't take them."
"It's probably best." He said as they walked back into the living room, and sat down on the sofa. "How are you doing? I know you're doing everything you can; you're a good sister – but this has to be taking a toll on you too."
"I wouldn't say I was that good of a sister."
"Ah, come on! You are!" He nudged her leg with his knee. "She's the only thing you ever seem happy about; so I know you love her. You drove across the damn country to get her here!"
"What if it was too little - too late? I was so angry at Mom for letting all this shit happen – but I was there too, and I didn't do anything either."
"Look, you know me Els, I don't dwell on shit. The way I see it – it doesn't matter what you didn't do – you're doing something now!"
"She'll forgive you; she loves you." Olaf said as he moved a chess piece on the board. "And you love her – Love always wins."
"Thanks." She smiled at the young man. She didn't really believe that was true; but Olaf was ever the optimist.
"The letter Z in Polish Scrabble is only worth one point." He stated; and nodded his head side to side – causing black tufts of hair to bounce.
"Huh. Okay." Elsa looked to Kristoff – who just shrugged and gave her a 'Haven't got a clue' look.
On the Monday, Anna insisted she go back to classes; Elsa tried to object, but her sister was having none of it. She came home whenever she had some free time – which wasn't often; and made her soup – that she never ate – and stroked her hair as she told her sister everything would be okay.
Three days later she came home to find Anna had got up and had a shower - actually ate some food - and curled up on the sofa and watching trash TV.
It was a definite improvement.
She spent so much time on that piece of furniture over the course of several days – it retained her body shape.
It was a solid two weeks after they'd got back from their parents before Anna started showing signs that she was improving; it was while they were curled up on the sofa together watching a movie with Olaf and Kristoff. And even though she was a good two inches taller than the redhead – Elsa always seemed to end up being the little spoon.
"Okay." Kristoff slapped his hands together. "So the Christmas party is this Saturday; it's B.Y.O.B, and it's fucking costumed. I hate costume parties; why can't people just be grateful I turn up at all? And I never know what to go as!" He huffed.
"You always go as a reindeer." Olaf said with a frown.
"Well, I got the antlers; I might as well use them!"
"I can make you something." Anna said from the comfort of the couch – and pulled the blanket covering herself and Elsa up to the blonde's neck.
"Seriously?" Kristoff asked with surprise.
"Yeah. My sister has some mad sewing skills." Elsa nodded. She felt Anna's chuckle across the back of her neck, and she tried not to shiver.
"I want to go as Altaïr from Assassin's Creed!" He said excitedly.
"I don't know who that is – you'll have to show me a picture." The redhead answered; and her hands began to wander from Elsa's waist – down to her butt.
The blonde grabbed her sister's roaming hand; squeezing it tightly - and pulled it up to her chest; this just resulted in her breasts being grazed. "Get my laptop from the kitchen." She said to her friend, and he shot up from the recliner.
"Can you make me a snowman?" Olaf asked nervously.
"If that's what you want little guy; then you can be a snowman." Anna smiled. "And what about you?" She whispered in her sister's ear. "What can I do for you?"
Elsa swallowed as she released her sister's hand; and she internally berated herself at her lack of willpower as Anna went back to her previous position. "Why don't you surprise me?" She replied quietly.
"Are you putting yourself in my hands?"
"It seems that way." She breathed as fingers went awkwardly down the back of her sweatpants; and she shifted her leg so that Anna could reach her already aching centre.
Barely the tip of a finger entered her and she had to stifle a moan.
Fucking Christ.
Not the time. Not the place. Get some fucking control.
"Here you go." Kristoff said as he came back in holding the computer to her.
She clamped her leg down to halt her sister's attention. "You're the one who wants the costume – You Google it!" She said.
Hm. It turned out she was quite snappish when she was sexually frustrated.
"Fine." He rolled his eyes, and collapsed on the chair.
Even though she'd trapped her sister as best as she could – That didn't actually prevent Anna from being able to move inside her. That single fingertip was barely passed her entrance, and her sister circled her digit around lazily.
"This is what he looks like." Kristoff held up the laptop and Anna lifted herself up onto her elbow – And the finger went in further.
Elsa gasped, but it was covered up by her sister talking. "I can do that! Once I know who is going as what – I can make a list of materials I need, and then tomorrow, I can go shopping." The redhead said casually while stroking her sister's opening.
Even though she was horny as Hell – Elsa smiled. The Big Sister in her was happy that her Anna was getting back to her old self.
But the Aroused Sister just wanted more; and she relaxed her legs.
Anna leaned closer to her. "So wet." The words were barely audible – but her whole body flushed at the sound of her sister's voice.
Okay.
"Um. I think Anna and I will go and have a look through my closet to see if I've got some stuff she can use to make costumes."
"Good idea." The redhead agreed as she carefully removed her hand.
"Right." She said as she flipped the blanket off them and stood up. "We'll be back in a few minutes." Because there's no way I'm going to last much longer than that.
"Make it ten minutes." Anna corrected.
"Ten minutes? How many clothes do you have?" Kristoff asked with a quirked brow.
"Some of us," Elsa smirked. "Have more than fifteen items of clothing – including underwear."
"Hey! It's more like twenty!"
Her sister grabbed her hand and dragged her off to the bedroom - locking the door as soon as they were in.
She was about to call her sister a fucking tease – but Anna had her up against the wall and was kissing her hungrily before she had the chance; and with her sister's tongue lapping at her own – and a hand gripping her hair tightly – she forgot to be annoyed.
Anna pulled away and gave her a smile before she got down on her knees and yanked the blonde's sweats and shorts to her ankles – and removed both items of clothing. When she was back in an upright position, she wiggled her eyebrows at her sister. "Spread 'em."
Elsa nodded; staring at full pink lips as she did as she was told; and as soon as she was low enough that she was face to face with Anna – two fingers entered her – And her sister kissed her again to muffle the moans. Elsa arms wrapped around Anna's neck when she bucked and thought her legs wouldn't hold out - A small part of her wished she hadn't missed this so much; that just being the attentive older sister should satisfy the need to be near her – but it wasn't. She had to have those small but strong hands do things that made her wetter than anyone could ever make her; and she wanted her name to always be the thing that her sister screamed when she pounded her until she came.
She pushed down on the fingers when her sister increased her thrusts; lewd noises coming from between her legs and her lips – and she could feel the sting of tears in her eyes. Anna grabbed one of Elsa's thighs and she lifted it to her waist – while her other hand kept its rhythm inside her - The change of position made the blonde's walls tighten, and it wasn't long before her moans couldn't be contained by her sister's mouth – And fingers dug into the back of Anna's neck; and she pulled away from the kiss then buried her head in her sister's shoulder – and bit down hard - then she spasmed around the two fingers - and was grateful that Anna was able to hold her up when her legs buckled underneath her.
"I love you." She whispered as tears began to fall; and she kissed the mark she'd left on her sister's shoulder.
Anna let the leg she was holding go, and stroked her head gently. "I love you too."
"I'm sorry I bit you." She said; half laughing and half crying.
"That's alright." Her sister said and pulled back to look at her. "I have to admit – it was a little sexy." She gave Elsa a little smirk as she wiped away the tears – and kissed her on the lips.
The blonde chuckled. "You know the bed was right there." She jerked her chin in the direction of the mattress.
"It was too far away. I couldn't wait." The redhead shrugged. "And I may have had a rather X rated dream earlier, about doing you against the wall."
"You are so crude." Elsa rolled her eyes in mock exasperation.
"I'm also still inside you." Anna grinned.
Fingers began their slow movement inside her again; and she let out a gasp. "We don't have time for this." She whispered harshly – but jutted her hips against her sister's hand. "I have guests."
"I like your friends." Anna said as she grazed her thumb over the blonde's clit. "But I'm going to choose being here with you over them." She curled her fingers and Elsa gripped the younger woman tightly as she fought a scream. "Do you have any idea how much I want this? How much I want you?" She increased the pace – and the blonde whined as her head fell back against the wall. "How much I think about this? How I love having you fall apart - because of me?" Anna put her free hand on the wall beside her sister's head and kissed her jaw. "And not just because it turns me on – Which it definitely does." She smiled against pale skin. "It's because it amazes me that I can do this to you." She deepened her thrust; and this time Elsa couldn't stop the groan, and she slammed her hand to her mouth – Her legs began to shake when Anna started fucking her with everything she had – and she felt more tears flowing down her face.
What was going on? She didn't cry! She hadn't cried in well over ten years; but she seemed to do it every time Anna was inside her.
She held on to Anna tightly and squeezed her eyes shut – bearing down on the multiple fingers inside her - when her body convulsed and spasmed for the second time in as many minutes – And then she slid down the wall to the floor – pulling her sister with her, and brought her in for a messy kiss. "Fuck me." She said breathlessly when she felt the calm flow through her body.
"That's what I just did,"
"Yes you did. I hope no one knocks on the door right now." She laughed – which quickly turned into a quiet whine when Anna teasingly pulled her fingers out.
"They won't." Her sister said dismissively as she stared down at Elsa's exposed centre. "You think you could go again?"
"No!" The blonde closed her legs awkwardly and Anna pouted. "We don't have time."
"I didn't ask if we had time – I just brought you to climax twice in two minutes – We have time." The redhead leaned in close to her, and nipped at her bottom lip. "What I asked was - if you could go again."
"You're very cocky." Elsa frowned. Yes, okay – She did just come twice – But that wasn't the point.
What was the point?
"Els, I don't know if you've noticed – But I can go from zero to screaming in seconds with you." Anna raised her brow with amusement.
Oh. That was the point.
"Why don't we ever try and draw it out? What's wrong with foreplay?" She looked down at her sister's hand brushing over her bare thigh – and her core twitched with desire.
"There's nothing stopping us." Her sister said quietly as she rested her forehead against the blonde's.
"Except for the fact that we both can't keep our hand off each other."
"Well, yes – There is that." Anna smiled briefly, before her face became serious. "Are you…" She stopped; and shook her head as she stood up - Then held her hand out for the blonde. "Were you like this with your girlfriend?"
Elsa took the hand, and let herself be pulled up; she was still a tad shaky. "No." She replied. She didn't like talking about Truda with her sister – For so many reasons. "I haven't been the way we are – with anyone. I think I'm addicted to making you orgasm."
"Yeah. Me too." Anna sucked at her bottom lip for a moment. "There are worse addictions."
Than making your own sister come? Not many; and all addictions will fuck you up in the end.
"Maybe." Elsa said as she walked over to her drawers and pulled out some clean underwear and a pair of jeans – then sat on her bed.
After a few seconds of silence, Anna asked, "Do you really have old clothes I can Dr Frankenstein the fuck out of? Or was it all a ploy just to get me alone?"
She smirked at her sister, and went over to her wardrobe. "It couldn't have been both?" She asked as she opened the doors and looked at her clothes.
"Both is good." Anna chuckled – and then looked into the closet. "All you have is shirts and T-shirts!" Her sister said with utter disbelief. "Do you own a dress?"
"When was the last time you saw me wear a dress?"
"A while ago." Anna admitted.
"Exactly."
"But you must have at least one?"
"Nope."
"You don't even have anything with sparkles! I literally don't understand how that can happen!"
"Well, it can – and does happen. Now do you want any of my clothes or not?"
"Can I take anything?" She asked and stuck her tongue out with a smile.
Elsa removed seven tops from the coat hangers, and waved her hand out. "Anything in there. These are my favourite." She said, holding up the worn and faded items.
"And you complain about Kristoff's wardrobe." Her sister joked, and then started muttering to herself as she went through every item that was hanging up.
The blonde left her to it as she picked up the belt from the back of her chair – and looped it through her jeans. "But I still have more than twenty pieces of clothing!"
"Only just." Anna snorted as she threw T-shirts behind her without looking. "And even less now."
Elsa flapped her arms at the mess that was being made; but there was no point in picking anything up yet. "Do you have to just throw them?"
"They're going to be cut up anyway!" Her sister said as she turned around to face her with a raised a brow. "Why do you wear those jeans?" She asked. "They're too big; and you have to wear a belt; and you have other – nicer – ones."
"Why are you suddenly the Fashion Police?" She stepped closer to Anna. "They're super comfortable. And I'm wearing the belt, because I really want to see you and your skilled fingers taking it off me later."
"Oh." Her sister's eyes widened with a smile – and she kissed her. "We said ten minutes. It's only been five."
"No."
"Why not?"
"I don't think I can keep the volume down."
"Ah." Anna let out a sigh and grabbed her wrist. "Then we really need to get out of this room." Her sister puffed out her cheeks and bent down to pick up the shirts she'd put at the bottom of the closet.
"Yeah." Elsa tried to ignore the mirror attached to the inside of the wardrobe door. She tried not to look at Anna ass just sticking up - right there – where it was so ready to be touched.
"Hey! I though there wasn't time!" Her sister shot upright when Elsa placed both hands on her butt; and then grabbed her when Anna tried to turn around.
"We have five minutes." She purred; lifting the tank top from her sister and placed one hand on her smooth back – easing her down so that she was bent at the waist – Then pulled her pyjamas to her knees.
Absolutely no control whatsoever.
Anna rested her arm against the fragile looking piece of wood that went down the middle of the wardrobe, and Elsa shifted one hand to her sister's hips – while the other found the hot, slick wetness; and she pushed three fingers in – right up to her knuckle.
She watched her sister's face in the mirror as she began to increase the friction inside – Anna's mouth was open even while she held in her moan – and then her sister looked at her reflection.
Her eyes were dark and wide. Elsa supposed - in a brief moment of consciousness - that she probably looked just as wild as her sister. That all her arousal; and desire; and need were written over her face too; and then Anna lifted up her bra and her gaze went to the exposed breasts that were now bouncing around – and Elsa twisted her fingers inside as the redhead pinched a nipple while she pushed against the hand.
"Els." Anna's voice was pleading
She didn't need to be told what her sister wanted from her – just having her name said that way was all she needed.
She pounded harder, faster and deeper – never breaking the eye contact – and she felt Anna tighten around her fingers.
She wrapped her free arm around her sister's chest when the younger woman started to convulse; and with one last penetrating thrust – Anna came apart with a strangled cry.
Elsa begrudgingly removed her fingers while her sister panted and smiled at her reflection.
"Zero to screaming in sixty seconds." The redhead said as she stood upright – rather unsteadily.
"Technically – There was no screaming."
"Only because you have house guests."
"Oh. Crap!"
"Forgot about them, did you?" Anna asked as she straightened her clothes.
"I usually do, whenever you're involved."
"I'm honoured." Her sister said licking her lips – and then brought her down for a heady kiss.
She got lost in these moments with Anna; it was the few times in her life where everything felt… Right.
But she could never make this feeling last.
"We really should go back now." She said – pulling away.
"Yeah." Her sister replied dejectedly.
"All good?" Kristoff asked when they got back into the living room.
"Yup." She answered with a nod; and both sisters sat down on the couch.
"Els? Where's your paper and pencils?" Her sister asked as she picked up the laptop, and studied the picture of the costume Kristoff wanted.
"I'll get them!" Olaf jumped up before she could answer.
"He's not stopped talking about being a snowman the entire time you were in there." Her friend leaned in and whispered.
"And he's going to look adorable." Anna grinned at the young man when he handed her the utensils – beaming happily.
Her sister got to work on her sketches immediately; Elsa loved to watch her work - especially when she became engrossed – and she always did – because Anna would stick her tongue out of the side of her mouth, and Elsa always found it cute. Now there was a bit of sexy mixed in with it too; which seemed contradictory – but true nevertheless.
She wanted it to be like this, always. She wanted this feeling of completeness to stay; but she knew it couldn't. Anna had to go back – even if she had to stay with Rapunzel until she finished school. They were a distraction for each other – Something that made them forget about the real world; they couldn't keep themselves trapped in this bubble forever.
There was never going to be a normal for them – no matter what Anna thought; they weren't meant to be together – even though everything in her told her that they were.
Every touch.
Every word.
Every look.
Every one of her senses knew her sister – Inside and out.
But this couldn't work. It couldn't.
Could it?
Anna lifted up the drawing pad, and showed the design to Kristoff; she looked so pleased that Elsa had to smile.
For now – she was happy to live her lie; live in this bubble - even though she knew it would hurt her in the end.
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