A/N: I know so many people asked me to make this into a whole series, but I struggled to think how I could. So I'm sorry to say, but this won't be a fully-fledged fic. I hope you can all make do with a 3-parter however. I'm flattered all of you liked the idea of Damage Control as a full story, but I, unfortunately, don't have the time, energy, and creative thought to make it into one. Thank you all so much for your patience!

"(408):
My text message history should be ashamed of itself right now."

— TFLN

There were three things in life Anna desperately wanted. A lifetime's supply of chocolate, her first kiss, and living with Elsa.

She hadn't thought, in all her years, that the last two would ever coincide.

"It's not a complete disaster," Kristoff said. Any other day the concern in his voice would have relieved her. He was the string to her balloon. The brakes to her accelerator. The rock to her bouncy ball.

But not today.

Anna heaved into a paper bag for the seventh time. Her hands were cold and clammy and the paper bag was starting to turn damp from her grip. "I've ruined it," she said, eyes wide. "I've ruined everything. Oh god, oh god, how could I be so stupid?!"

"It was an honest mistake," Kristoff said, trying to reassure her again. "I mean, it's not like you fell on top of her on purpose."

Anna's cheeks flushed when she recalled the feel of Elsa's body underneath her. Sure, all the young adult romance books she had read back to back had mentioned how right it felt when two lovers embraced. How their bodies fit perfectly.

None of them however, had prepared her for how soft Elsa had felt. Maybe it was because the books she read normally depicted a boy and girl kissing. Or, you know, people unrelated.

Anna wheezed and shoved the paper bag into her face again. "I'm so screwed!"

On her laptop screen, Kristoff sighed and rubbed his temples. "You drama queen…"

Two hours later Anna was still convinced of her impending doom. Elsa hadn't come to check on her. She hadn't left her room either. Anna had thought about apologizing to her sister profusely, but every time she had tried to leave her own room it resulted in another wheezing fit.

"I'm breaking out in hives!" Anna exclaimed. She already felt the rashes growing on her back. Anna hiccuped and breathed into into her bag again, counting to twelve.

"Maybe you should take your medicine," Kristoff said without looking up. He had stopped watching her pace back and forth in her room in order to get his homework done.

Anna coughed and thumped her chest. "I left it in the kitchen," she said. He groaned and she laughed weakly. A furious itch along her left shoulder made her say, "I'll go get it."

A knock stopped her dead in her tracks.

Anna's face paled. "Oh no."

Oh, no, no, no.

"Anna?"

Elsa's sweet, timid voice was the only thing keeping Anna from pretending she wasn't in her room or bolting out her window.

"Are you in there champ?" Elsa called again.

Anna hadn't heard her sound so unsure since middle school. Her stomach clenched and she reached forward to open her door before she could process what she was doing. She cracked the door open a few inches.

Elsa's large blue eyes greeted her.

"Y-yeah?" Anna asked.

Elsa bit her lip and looked down, wringing her hands. "Um, I was wondering if we were still up for movie night?"

Anna stared at her older sister. Elsa didn't look up from her shoes. She just picked at a loose thread on her loose sweater.

Is she just going to ignore what happened?

Her sister chewed on her bottom lip. "We can have ice cream too. My treat?"

She was.

Anna wasn't sure if this was a blessing or just made things more awkward. Elsa wouldn't meet her gaze and the air between them grew thick and stuffy. When Elsa wrapped her arms around her stomach, Anna pushed the door open and grinned weakly.

"Incredibles or Toy Story?"

Elsa's brilliant smile made her heart skip.

They were halfway through the Incredibles, just the two of them in the house with their mother on a rare night out for herself. Anna moaned as she shoved another spoonful of chocolate into her mouth. True to her word, Elsa had gone out to buy their favorite double chocolate ice cream. Now, they were curled up on the couch, the television the only light in the living room.

Anna kicked her socked feet, eyes focused on the movie as Elsa checked something on her phone.

Anna leaned over, not taking her eyes off the movie, and whispered, "You're missing it."

Elsa chuckled and nudged her with her shoulder. "Then it's a good thing I have you to tell me every little thing that happens in very specific detail."

Anna giggled and placed her empty bowl on the coffee table. She turned and snuggled into her sister's side. "What can I say? You'd be lost without me."

Elsa snorted in amusement before placing her own bowl down. Then, Anna felt lips brush her temple as her older sister wrapped an arm around her shoulders. It turned her insides to jelly.

The movie went on, but Anna couldn't concentrate. Her cheek was pressed against Elsa's collar and she could hear the steady beat of Elsa's heart. So many times she had been in this position. Wrapped up in Elsa's arms reading a book together, watching a movie, or after having a nightmare. Each time it lulled Anna into a peaceful state, head fuzzy and body tingling. Warmth flooded from Anna's cheek down to her toes as the thump-thump of Elsa's heart echoed in her ear.

The memory of Elsa's lips ghosted across Anna's and sent goosebumps down her arms. Suddenly, she was too aware of warm breaths caressing her ear. Of apple shampoo invading her nostrils from soft, blonde locks. Of the swell of Elsa's breasts pressing into her side.

"Anna?"

Anna froze.

Oh crap, she heard me perving.

"Um," her sister started, "you…"

This was it. She was done for. She knew Elsa hadn't forgotten her horrible mishap. Her pulse quickened and her chest itched.

Anna gulped. "Y-yeah?"

Elsa drew back from her slightly. Anna missed the contact immediately. It was over! She'd never get a single hug from her sister ever again. All because she had slipped and made everything awkward between them. Stupid floor. Stupid kiss,

"About earlier—"

"I swear Elsa I didn't mean to kiss you!" Anna cried. She buried her face in her hands and groaned. "The text wasn't supposed to be for you anyway!"

Silence.

Crap.

Anna started sweating. Hives crawled up her chest and back. She could feel Elsa's eyes boring into her skull. She shouldn't have said that.

A hand touched her knee. Anna couldn't help the shiver that ran down her spine.

"Anna." Elsa's voice was dangerously low. "Who were you trying to text?"

Anna peeked through her fingers. Elsa's blue eyes were like ice. "No one," she squeaked.

For a split second, hurt flashed across Elsa's face. She pulled her hand back from Anna's knee and held it to her chest. The sadness in her eyes struck a chord along Anna's heart. But before she could think about what Elsa's expression meant, her sister schooled her features.

"Anna, who were you going to text? And why?"

Anna inhaled shakily. Moment of truth right here. She'd either tell Elsa about the stupid dare between her and Hans and have her sister be disappointed in her for accepting such a silly thing or…

Lie.

Elsa would know immediately. Anna was a terrible liar. Her chest was full of hives already and sweat beaded on her brow.

So her options were tell Elsa the truth and disappoint her sister or lie and disappoint (and hurt!) her sister.

Great options.

With each passing second, Elsa's jaw tightened and her lips pursed.

Stupid text message. Stupid kiss.

"Anna," Elsa growled. "What are you hiding from me?"

Anna did the only thing she could think of.

Hyperventilate and faint.