I forgot to mention that the first 6 days of this ffic are continuous.

Platinum blonde hair rustled against the warm clothes beneath it.

Soft. She grinned to herself as she nuzzled closer into the warmth.

She took a deep breathe, smells like books, too. And exhaled before going back to sleep again.

Wait, what?

Immediately awake, Elsa blinked away the sleep in her eyes and carefully assessed the situation she found herself in.

A neck. Red hair. A head on her head. Ah, Anna... She smiled again, recalling what happened before she fell asleep. Anna had stubbornly stayed up the night to accompany her and after a few hours of reading (or rather, attempting to) she gave up and somehow managed to bring her to bed. So there she was, lying in bed on Anna's right arm.

When she thought about it, waking up in the younger girl's arms was a blessing, Elsa decided. She hasn't had a single nightmare last night. In fact, she had one of the most relaxing dream she has ever had in the past ten years at least. Even before the coronation her dreams were usually nightmares. They often revolved the child Anna hating her, yelling at her from her door, walking away from her, giving up on her. No matter how hard the child Elsa ran after her sister, she could never keep up. She could barely reach the shadow of her sister. Or worse, it would be that blasted door in between them, and she would see Anna crying on the other side, saying things, apologizing to her in tears, hiccuping, or simply muttering how much she hating her. The dreams she hated and feared the most was when she would see herself hitting Anna's head with her magic, and even when they visited the trolls, Anna never woke up. It broke her heart every single night.

After their parents' death, it got worse. She would occasionally see their disappointed faces; Elsa never saw them do it before they passed on, but they would be shaking her heads. She would see the hopelessness in their eyes. The monster that she was, the curse she was born with, the helpless girl that was about to inherit their throne. The useless princess who couldn't protect even her sister, let alone an entire kingdom.

But she could deal with those back then much easier than now. It seemed the past few months of horror had given the gods more ideas of what kind of nightmares she could have.

Now, on good days, it would be of the adult Anna that visited her back in her ice castle up in the north mountains, being amazed by her powers, by Olaf's existence, her magic. They would start of good, bringing a smile to her face. Those dreams often brought a smile to her face, but it often ended just as bad; Anna getting shot by her magic in the heart and freezing up right before her. And no matter how hard she tried to conceal it, to not feel it, she couldn't. Her powers would go haywire and Anna seemed to freeze even faster. And when she finally froze, she would crack into thousands and thousands of piece of ice. Panic would run through her veins, making things worse. No matter how she tried to fix her up, with her hands, with her magic, with her cries and pleas, even when she knew it was a dream sometimes, she would beg to be woken up. But she never would. The nightmares would often end with Prince Hans' words, "Your sister is dead, because of you." After finally being dealt the finishing blow, Elsa would collapse, and the fjord she would often find herself suddenly in, would melt and she would sink into it, drowning herself. And despite all her struggles, she could never get out. Eventually she would freeze in the depths of the fjord, Hans' words ringing in her head. "Your sister is dead, because of you... you... you... you..."

It was usually only then, that she'd wake up.

She would often wake up to find her room filled with icicles and snow, her window blasted open, allowing the cold air and snow to escape. Something she couldn't afford. Nobody could find out their queen still had no control over her powers. She had to get this under control!

But last night was amazing. Although she couldn't remember all that she dreamed, but she felt bliss. She felt at ease, so light she could fly. She remembered flowers, Olaf, the sun, and Anna. Just the thought or the attempt of recalling made her feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

Then suddenly another arm slammed onto her shoulder.

"Oof!"

The queen looked up, the princess was still asleep, she smirked. Typical Anna, she never gets up with the sun, only after the sun.

Enjoying the extra warmth that now surrounded her, Elsa yawned, comfortable with the position she was in. Maybe she could sleep in today, Weselton's apologies and possible trades could wait.

Before she went back to sleep, she looked at the neck before her. It had always been something she wanted to do but never could, it was so tempting. Should she? She should, she thought to herself.

And with that came a peck on the neck.

The redhead then mumbled something unintelligible. The blonde chuckled. Heavy sleepers. She remembered mama saying Anna got it from papa. The thought immediately threw her smirk upside down. Although it had been years, sometimes she still missed her parents.

Cautiously, she lifted her left hand to Anna's fringe and carefully pushed it aside. Shifting ever so slightly, she managed to place a peck on the girl's forehead. She was her only family left, her only blood. Her beloved sister, her best friend. She would do anything to protect her.

Sliding back down, she gave another kiss on the nose. "Don't leave me ever, okay Anna?" She whispered softly and smiled, worry written all over her face.

Before she allowed herself to get drifted off, she gave her younger sister another kiss on the cheek. And this one was for being patient, waiting for her for all thirteen whole years, for being brave and sacrificing her unworthy life, her unworthy sister.

And without thinking, she gave one last one, gently on the lips.

It felt good. Tasted good, even. Anna's lips her soft and sweet, Elsa decided. Even though she has not brushed her teeth yet.

Wait, what?!

She immediately drew her head back and stared at those lips that were now slightly open.

Holy-

Slowly and silently, she slipped out of the bed and walked towards the the bedroom door, turning back every second to make sure Anna didn't wake up.

As quietly as possible, Elsa opened the door. She paused when she heard a rustle, turning she check, she found Anna turning in bed towards the door, now sucking on her thumb.

She let out a small sigh of relief before exitting the room and shutting the door.

Maybe Weselton couldn't wait after all.

As soon as the door was shut properly, Anna's eyes blinked open. Wide. All the blood had rushed to her face, her index and middle fingers quickly replaced her thumb. She kissed me!

She couldn't breath, like if she did, Elsa would immediately know she woke up.

A minute passed before Anna moved again. She pulled the blanket over her head and kicked the end of the bed non-stop, squealing.

It was their first kiss!