WARNING: NSFW talking. Just talking, but still.

CHAPTER TWENTY

'That was too close.'

Anna inwardly cursed herself for being so dumb. She shouldn't have even attempted a quickie in the bathroom but she couldn't resist. After almost two weeks of enduring the onslaught of sexual frustration and confusion, having Elsa so close this morning, she could no longer hold out. Then she was in such a rush that she forgot to even wash her hands and then…

'I almost held her hand with the one I touched myself with! And why didn't I wash my hand again? Just because I had already been in there so long… or was the reason that I wanted Elsa to feel it? That's messed up, even for you, Anna.'

"Don't forget," Elsa was saying some several meters away, hands in the small of her back as she walked behind the row of little archers. "Aim slightly above your target!"

Still Anna couldn't deny that the rush of heat she had felt when she first realized her mistake was intoxicating. When Elsa's hand brushed over her own damp one and those gorgeous eyes looked over at her curiously… Anna bit back a sigh, scrubbed the last remnants from her hand on her shorts, and instead walked over to help one of the kids fix her posture. That look had been sinful, and now that Anna knew that she might just have a chance, well… that just made the whole situation even more arousing.

"Like this?" the girl asked, taking aim again with her tongue between her teeth, as if it would help her concentrate.

"That's it, Wendy," Anna smiled brightly at the girl, "Now let it loose!" Wendy did as she was told, her ringlets bouncing from the kickback of the bow. She jumped up and down excitedly when she saw the results of her effort.

"I hit it, I hit it!"

"Good job, Wendy!" Anna praised the girl and gave her a swift hug in congratulations. "That was a wicked shot! Look how close it is to the center!"

As Wendy turned and clapped her hands, cheeks bunching with glee, Elsa walked past and said, "Agreed; very good, very good. Anna, you're a quick study. I didn't think you knew archery before."

"Maybe I'm just a natural like Wendy is?" Anna grinned at her sister and gave Wendy's head a pat, encouraging the young girl to start aiming again. "You seem to know what you're doing, too."

"Thank you," Wendy whispered quietly, giving a polite little bow. After she returned to attempt another shot, Elsa did not move off to the other campers again.

"Anna?"

Anna tried to ignore the shiver that crept up her spine at the way Elsa said her name. "What's up?" she asked with a slightly forced chirp added to her tone. "Need something?"

"This… might seem silly," she began in a shy mutter, trying to maintain a passive facade despite her cheeks beginning to glow. "But I realised that we haven't been eating together during lunch. How… how would you feel about… trying that?"

Her heart quickened its pace at the suggestion. "Uh, yeah! I would love to eat with you, Elsa!" She smiled brightly and gave her older sister a pat on the arm. "How about we eat under that nice tree outside the cafeteria?"

"Sure! I didn't even think about eating outside," she added with a chuckle. "That sounds wonderful. So…" Without following up on that word, she smiled giddily and tromped off to help another camper with their archery.

Anna smiled after her, long after Elsa's back was turned, physically unable to stop even after she went back to her own set of kids. Olaf said nothing as she helped him but his dark eyes had a knowing gleam and his grin was just the taddest bit smug. It made Anna's cheeks burn.

"Olaf, stop staring at me like that and shoot!" Even the bite of her words were lessened by the ever persistent smile.

"Okay, Miss Anna," he chuckled, raising his bow. But the smile lingered.

~ o ~

Anna leaned against the door leading outdoors, balancing a tray in her hands as she patiently waited for Elsa to meet her. She didn't really know why she felt nervous, considering she and Elsa had done so much together alone already, but still her stomach fluttered with butterflies and she tapped her foot in a restless beat.

"Hey," the blonde said in a soft voice as she appeared with her own food, poised and elegant despite the very slight pinkness in her cheeks. "Sorry about the wait, Aurora had a question."

"No problem," Anna perked up, "Probably wondering why you aren't sitting with them today, huh?"

"Mostly that, yeah. Shall we?"

Once outside, they made their way quickly to the aforementioned tree. Its high branches provided ample shade from the noonday sun, and they quickly sat themselves down between two of the large roots, careful to balance their trays and avoid spilling anything.

"So, how well do you know the other girls, Elsa?" Anna asked as she took a bite of the meal for the day. She hummed in appreciation of the surprisingly good burger, downing it with a quick sip of chocolate milk. "I mean, you sit with them sometimes and you get along with them, so you must all be pretty good friends after all these years coming here together, right?"

"Not as much as you would think," she sighed with a french fry halfway to her mouth. "We get along well enough, but… it's more like classmates who are forced to do a group project with you, I guess. I don't talk to them much during downtime."

"Oh…" Anna frowned at that and tilted her head, "Well at least they aren't mean to you… or making you do all the work." She forced a soft chuckle. "How about back home? I mean, I told you all about Kristoff but you haven't told me anything about your friends."

Still chewing, Elsa shrugged a shoulder. "I had a couple of friends in high school, but we lost touch. Haven't… made any lasting friendships in college. I don't know why. Maybe there isn't a reason."

"That's a little sad." The redhead gave Elsa a long look. "Don't you get lonely?"

"Of course. But I have books, and… and Mother." But saying this last made her sigh, so she straightened and smiled over at Anna. "And you, now. I think that's important."

With a soft smile, Anna reached over and hugged Elsa tightly. "Yeah, you have me," she said, nuzzling Elsa's shoulder. "If you ever get lonely, no matter what time or anything, just give me a call, okay? Even if you just want to talk about your day or something, I'll be there for you."

"The same offer goes for you, little sister." As her hand rubbed up and down Anna's back, she slowly began to lean in more, to nuzzle Anna's neck. Finally, she ended up whispering, "I really missed this more than I thought I did. It's… almost criminal how much."

"I missed this, too." Anna ran her fingers through the beautiful platinum hair as it tickled her neck, fighting back the urge to shiver. She breathed in the soothing scent and relished the feeling of being completely relaxed in her sister's arms. If Anna had her way, she would never let her sister go again. "I love you so much, Elsa.""

Elsa's breath was becoming more shallow as she whispered, "I love you, too." Then she cleared her throat and began, "Can… I ask… no, nevermind. I shouldn't."

"It's okay," Anna reassured with a pleasant scratch at Elsa's scalp. It felt nice, and she relaxed the barest amount. "Ask me anything, I won't judge you. Promise."

"Alright. I wanted to ask…" Her shoulders rose and fell, seeming to apologise in advance for what she was about to say. "Not that I know much about it, but did you… abuse yourself?"

Anna paused in her ministrations, furrowing her brow at the question. "What do you mean? Like… cutting?" she asked.

"Cutting?" Then Elsa gasped softly. "O-oh! I didn't mean- sorry, that wasn't what I meant. Though I hope you don't do that, and if you do, we should talk about it." Clearing her throat to try again, and perhaps to excuse the way her face was growing redder, she whispered, "I meant, um… sexually. With your hand?"

Anna fixed her sister with a blank stare. After a second, she caught on, but almost had to laugh at the phrasing. "Elsa, how is masturbating 'abusing myself'?" the redhead asked, raising an eyebrow. "It's a natural thing, not abusive in the slightest."

"Well, it… I don't know, that's what Mama calls it." Clearly, she was twice as embarrassed as she had been moments before, and she looked away, unable to meet her sister's gaze anymore.

"She would call it that," Anna sighed. "Um… yeah, I do. N-Not often, mind you, but sometimes if… the 'itch' gets to be too much. Have- um, do you?"

That seemed to catch the taller girl by surprise. "Of course not! I'm not a… oh, sorry," she ended up whispering. "I didn't mean to imply there's… of course if you do it, I- well, I'm sorry for being so, um…" She never did finish her sentence, merely let it falter and die.

"I get it," Anna let out a soft chuckle and patted her sister's head. "You're still an innocent lamb and I'm the bad wolf who's done all the naughty things; no need to apologise to me for stating it." She laughed fully this time. "Geez, and they call me Tomato Head; your face can rival my hair right now."

"Shut up!" Her smile was awkward and uncertain, but she still smiled in spite of herself and her evident discomfort with the subject matter. The smile faded as she asked, "So… you really did? This morning?"

It was Anna's turn to blush intensely. That's why they were discussing this. While Anna really hadn't done as much as she could to hide it, she didn't know she was obvious enough for Elsa to have caught onto her little stunt in the washroom. She swallowed thickly, her mouth feeling dry. "W-What makes you think that?" She knew the sentence would make her sound guiltier than even the no-doubt guilty look on her face did, but it slipped out regardless.

However, it seemed Elsa was in a mood to be kind. She simply answered straightforward, "Your nervousness, and your… hand. I mean, I didn't want to walk around assuming that was it, I… that didn't seem fair. So I asked. I'm sorry if that's private and, um, you didn't want to tell me."

"It's okay," Anna said, averting her gaze in embarrassment. "It was dumb of me either way. I just… my needs built up a little too much." The last part came out in a rushed, single breath as she started to ramble, "A-and I mean, usually I can control myself but it was really hard to do that this morning and-" The words kept coming, getting faster the more Anna went on.

"Anna, y-you don't have to explain!" Elsa cut her off hastily, cheeks on fire. "I'm sorry, this is my fault, isn't it? For not… being able to resist kissing you. Maybe. I don't know."

"It's not your fault! I shouldn't act like a horny teenager whenever I'm around you in the first place! I-I'm so sorry, I'm usually so much better about this, I promise!"

After being quiet for a moment, Elsa let a small, uncertain chuckle out before saying, "You are a horny teenager, Anna. The actual definition of one." Then she sighed. "What are we doing, exactly?"

"What do you mean?" Anna tilted her head in confusion at the question, "We're talking and sharing a meal together, aren't we?"

"Yes," she giggled, though still looking flushed and uncertain. "I meant… everything. I like it. Maybe too much. Is it alright that I enjoy kissing you? That… I don't feel disgusted about what you did this morning, even though I know God probably would be? Or would he? I'm just very confused, and I… I want to sort through things with you, because it's too important for me to isolate myself from you again."

"Oh, Elsa." Anna reached out and took her sister's hand. She couldn't stand seeing the conflicting emotions in Elsa's bright eyes. "We'll get through this together, I promise. We'll sort everything out and… figure out exactly where we stand with each other." She brushed some platinum strands away from Elsa's face and smiled as reassuringly as she could. "Everything will be okay."

"Good," she sighed, letting her eyes close for a brief moment. When she opened them again, she was smiling, nervous as the smile was. "Now that we have that settled… I have another question. When you did that this morning, was… it for any particular reason?"

Anna blushed when she realized that Elsa wasn't quite ready to drop the topic of her episode just yet. She really couldn't blame her; after being raised by their mother and told that masturbating was "abusive" to the body, Anna guessed that the poor repressed girl just wanted to be properly educated on the topic. "Besides the fact that I was horny? N-not really."

"Well… I didn't even know for sure that girls did that," she confessed in a pitiful voice, obviously trying not to make too big of a deal about how ignorant she felt. "Do… you…" She laughed nervously before forcing herself to continue. "Do you get horny very often?"

"About as much as a lot of other girls, I think." Anna gave Elsa a sympathetic grin and patted her hands. "It's not… a daily thing, I mean, but about… somewhere between once and a few times a week, I decide to treat myself. Or just do it to relieve stress. Whatever."

Her blush deepened at the thought of sharing her self-pleasuring habits with her sister. It seemed to catch her off guard, because the blonde cleared her throat and looked away. "Wow. I just… that's a hundred per cent more often than I do it. But then again, I'm probably not normal." She looked toward her food and took up her chocolate milk to distract herself from the topic. "Things like that have always made me… not scared, exactly. Uncomfortable, maybe?"

"It's - uh - understandable why, Elsa," Anna reassured the elder awkwardly, gesturing with her hands. "After being raised with our mom. Besides, I mean, not all girls… do it, y'know? It's perfectly normal to refrain from it. I just… like the feeling, and it helps me relax so… yeah…"

By that point, Anna vaguely wished that the grass would open up and swallow her whole. But Elsa only set her tray aside and put a hand on Anna's leg. It was a lot more intimate than any other gesture she had made before, even though the hand didn't move or otherwise tease her further.

"Then you can do it whenever you need to. And… and if you want to use the bed, just let me know, and I'll make myself scarce. Does… that sound fair?"

"I don't want to kick you out of the room just because I have urges!" Anna told her with a shake of her head. "No, I've held off on that particular activity before and I can do it again, Elsa; I'm sorry I gave in this time."

"You couldn't hold off this morning," she teased back. Then she grew thoughtful, staring off into space. "I wonder why… I didn't notice you acting like that before. But then again, maybe I just wasn't paying close enough attention. Either way, I don't want you to have to stop. Isn't this a good thing? You having a bunkmate who won't tell you to stop, o-or report you or anything?"

Elsa's tone was pleading and optimistic; clearly, she thought she was doing something really important for Anna. She shed her embarrassment in the wake of the realization of why Elsa was insisting on this. With a stern frown, she gently took Elsa's hand in here and looked deep into her sister's eyes.

"Elsa. I am not going to do something if it makes you uncomfortable, alright? Your comfort and ease matters much more to me than a few minutes of pleasure."

The clear blue eyes looked right back into hers, and she reached up to cup Anna's cheek as she smiled, clearly more at ease. "Alright. But I want you to give it more thought than that. Honestly, it won't make me uncomfortable at all if I'm not in the same room when it happens! And… I think having discussed it is… better than not knowing, since finding out by walking in on you wouldn't be as easy to accept."

Anna tilted her head into Elsa's palm, letting the stern face melt into a smile that matched her sister's. "It's fine, really," she reassured her, and laughed at just how absurd the entire argument had become. "Man, we're such dorks!"

"We are," she chuckled, going for her tray to resume eating now that they had talked through the pressing matter. "But at least we're dorks who are together again."

"Yeah." Anna's smile turned dreamy as the statement sank in. They were together again… after five years apart, and Anna hoped more than anything that they would never be separated again no matter the circumstances that faced them in the future.

"I wouldn't want to be a dork forever with anyone else!" She threw her arms around the blonde, snuggling into her affectionately and heedless to the fact that she had tipped her own tray as a result of the action.

"Anna, your milk!" But it was too late to save the carton.

To Be Continued...