WARNING: This chapter is highly NSFW. Also, there's more tickling. Also, it's a cliffhanger (kind of).

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

Anna sorely regretted her words later.

After dropping off the kids at the cafeteria for dinner, Snow had approached Elsa and Anna as they ate and asked if they would be willing to take cleaning duty off her hands for tonight. Only her cleaning duty wasn't the kitchen like they first thought… it was the washrooms. Washrooms that were filthier than normal due to the kids having a beach day. Wet towels, lots of sand and dried clay were only a small fraction of the mess. Anna didn't even want to think about the state of the stalls just yet.

"I take back what I said. This sucks."

A sigh came from under the sinks where Elsa was scrubbing. "I can't say I disagree. But it could be worse; at least we're just doing an honest day's work. Not one we're supposed to be doing…"

"True," It really could be worse but it still made Anna angry that they were forced into this position in the first place. 'All because you can't control yourself,' a little voice mocked. Anna shook the thought away and went back to sweeping at the stubborn grains of sand that clung to the floor. She grunted, "Why today of all days did we decide a beach day would be great?"

"Because God is punishing us." Elsa's tone was joking, but her face was entirely serious. Crawling out from under the sinks at last, she sighed and struggled to stand, tossing a rag into a bucket of soapy water. "There, I got that weird gunk that we couldn't identify."

Anna wrinkled her nose, both at the Elsa's statement and the very thought of the strange… substance. "I almost got the sand all cleared away. Want to get a mop bucket ready? I'll….take care of the first stall while you mop."

"Yeah."

So Elsa did. It didn't take her long at all to ready the mop, since she had already prepared it to scrub under the sink before laying down there to get the gunk. Anna quickly finished up, sweeping the sand into the dustpan and throwing the mess into the bin before preparing a bucket of hot, soapy water. She opened the first stall hesitantly, peering in as though she expected a bomb to go off, before letting out a relieved sigh upon seeing that it was not in bad shape.

"Thank you Lord for not giving me an accident to clean!"

"The only thing that could have made this worse," Elsa groaned as she ran the mophead over the floors. She was making quick, efficient work of it, showing that she had learned all too well how to do "latrine duty" over her years working for the camp.

It took them both an additional thirty minutes to finally get the washrooms cleaned and Anna's arms and back ached as she stretched, trying to get the stiffness out of her limbs. "Well that was productive," she muttered, wincing as she brought her arms back down to her side. "But I could really use a shower right now."

"Yes," Elsa groaned as she put up the last few cleaning supplies. "I think they'll understand if we go do that now, don't you?"

Anna smiled at her sister before tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Let's get back to the cabin and gather up our things then." She wanted to take Elsa's hand but thought better of it, especially since they were on thin ice already. So instead, she just started walking.

The minute they got back into the cabin, the elder sister leaned back against the door then heaved a loud breath of relief. "UGH. Thought that would never be over."

"At least it wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. I mean, those toilets could've been way worse!" Anna laughed, "If that's the worst of what they ask us to do, it won't be so bad."

"Don't jinx us. You have no idea what Aurora is capable of when she decides it's important." Running her hands down her face, she crossed to sit on the trunk at the foot of her bed. Elsa didn't seem too exhausted, but she did look tired and a bit weary of having to do work. "You can shower first, if you want; I'll just sit here and ache."

Now was her chance. Anna shuffled on her feet and worked up the courage to ask, "About that… would you maybe want to shower with me? That way we both get to use the hot water without worrying about using too much and… I could help you relax? I mean, you scratch my back and I'll scratch yours, right?"

The proposal seemed to catch the blonde off guard. "Shower… together?" Her cheeks took on a pink tinge as she sat up a little straighter, all the fatigue in her posture mysteriously absent now. "I… wow. I mean, it shouldn't be that weird; we've bathed together before. Just because it's been a decade or two…"

Anna's smile grew a little more hopeful. "So...yes?"

"I…" Clearing her throat, she let out a breathy little laugh as she distracted herself by peeling off her hiking boots. "Th-that does make sense from an economical standpoint. Using up less water, and… and washing each other…"

But the blush was only getting worse. Anna noticed the deepening pink that was gracing Elsa's cheeks and felt her own cheeks grow hot. "I-uh- I promise I won't… do anything that might make you uncomfortable."

Nodding, Elsa smiled up at her. "I know you won't. Um… can you lock the cabin door? This… I don't want anyone to walk in and, um, get the wrong idea."

Anna beamed and nodded eagerly, darting towards the door like an excited puppy and fumbling briefly with the lock. After the satisfying click sounded, she went to her bag and started digging for her shower supplies while trying to ignore the butterflies in her stomach. Elsa did the same on the other side of the room. She had already taken off her boots and socks, and was now grabbing up a towel. After the first week, she had stopped carrying her soap and shampoo in and out of the bathroom; Anna assumed she had decided to trust her sister.

Then she stopped awkwardly in the middle of the room. "Um… so how do we do the next part?"

"We get in the shower?" Anna started to take out her braids, running her fingers through the fiery strands to smooth them out briefly before starting to work on her belt. "Well… we, um… gotta take our clothes off first." She blushed deeply.

"Yes, I know," Elsa chuckled, still shy but somewhat put at ease by Anna's humour. "I meant, um… should I go in, and you follow? Or does it matter? I don't know." But she did start to undo her own belt, following Anna's lead for the moment.

"I don't think it matters. I mean..." Here Anna placed a hand on Elsa's shoulder while the other advanced to undoing the buttons and fly of her jeans. The touch sent a jolt of excitement through Anna's spine. "It's nothing we haven't seen before, right?"

The hand on her shoulder made Elsa fumble the buttons, and she laughed nervously. "O-of course. I'm… yes, you're right. We've taken hundreds of baths together." As she began to slide her shorts down, cheeks getting pinker, she added, "Of course… it's been a dozen years… probably more…"

Anna kept her eyes firmly above Elsa's waist, trying desperately hard not to think about the shapely legs that seemed to go on for miles as she proceeded to take off her own pants. She drew back her hand and shed her shirt, tossing it towards her bed before strutting, in a show of confidence she barely felt, towards the bathroom in just her underwear and bra.

"Let's do this, sis!"

Watching Anna strut helped as much as it hindered. Elsa seemed to stumble on her way in there, but at least she was moving. Once inside, she also reached back to unclasp her bra, then hesitated.

"Here…" Turning, she instead reached to unhook Anna's for her.

The first delicate touch of Elsa's fingers against the bare flesh of her back almost shocked a groan out of the redhead, a sound she managed to choke down with a cough. Then the smooth digits played with the hooks holding her bra together and the redhead's breath hitched.

"T-Thanks," she breathed as the simple green fabric fell away, exposing her modest breasts and embarrassingly stiff nipples to the world. Anna was just grateful that Elsa was at her back. "Do you… need help with yours?"

"Yes, if you could." Without waiting for Anna, possibly because she wasn't quite ready to see said stiff nipples, Elsa turned her back, as well. Unfortunately for her… she was now facing the mirror. Which meant they both would be.

Anna took a deep breath before turning around, eyes immediately drawn to the mirror and how… visible both herself and Elsa was. Her sister looked vulnerable...and Anna gave her bare shoulder a gentle pat while ignoring the view staring back at her. "I-If you don't want to do this, I understand."

"No, no, go on," she encouraged her sister. This would be a real test; if they were only caught up in the weirdness of being back in each other's lives, then being naked together would probably not matter. As Elsa had said, they had bathed together plenty of times when they were little!

But if they were falling for each other… then it was going to be something else entirely.

Anna nodded and her gaze lowered to the flawless back, briefly enchanted by the muscles playing at the point where her shoulder blades were. A quick shake of the head later and Anna was soon fiddling with the pale blue bra intently, her fingertips lightly brushing over the smooth skin that felt wonderfully soft.

'God, she's so beautiful.' Anna smiled to herself at the thought. Elsa shivered a little from the hands on her back, but otherwise remained still. It didn't take long for Anna to get the bra detached and the second it did, she turned her back.

"You're free now," she said jokingly.

Elsa was quiet for a moment as Anna got the water started. Then there came the sound of her underwear being slid down and off. A few more noises of things being readied near the sink, towels being laid out and such. Then a surprising question came.

"I could… take your bottoms off," Elsa half-whispered. "While your hands are busy. If it's not too weird."

Anna's inhale was as sharp as the stab of heat that shot down her whole body. She shivered and risked looking over her shoulder. "Sure."

So Elsa did just that. Her hands were clearly shaking when she hooked them over the waistband, and there was a pause. Then they began to pull them all the way down to the bathroom floor, and held them still while Anna stepped out of them.

"D-done," she said needlessly, a little cough at the end.

"T-Thanks." Anna coughed herself and, to distract herself, she stuck her hand in the water to test the temperature. Ignoring the intense burning, both externally and internally, she turned to Elsa and gave a shy smile. "Water's ready… if you want to get in first."

But Elsa's eyes were closed. They probably had been from the moment she began removing Anna's panties; only after Anna spoke did she crack an eye open, pointed right at her face.

"Alright. Um…" Flashing a nervous little smile, she walked to the other side of the shower curtain and stepped through. Seconds later-

"A-ah, it's too hot!"

"Wha?" Anna looked at her sister like she was a madwoman. "It's like… a few degrees above cold!"

"Oh…" There was a pause, a couple splashes of her feet. "I guess you're right! S-sorry, I'm… distracted."

"It's okay." Thankfully, Elsa's bizarre statement was enough to break the awkward tension and Anna giggled merrily, finding it far easier to get into the shower after Elsa without her mind wandering. She licked her lips. "So… shall I wash you first or….?"

But the minute Anna stepped in, Elsa's slightly-ashamed smile vanished, and she looked away. Both of their entire bodies were on display. Her eyes flicked down at her own, then very briefly over at Anna's before she pulled her eyes up. More like she was fighting temptation than out of a genuine desire not to look.

"Sure. If that's alright."

Then she cleared her throat and stepped further into the stream of water, getting her skin and hair wet in preparation for being soaped up. Anna grabbed the shampoo first, dampening her hand before working the soap into a fine lather. She eyed the long waves of platinum and her fingers tingled with the desire to run through it. She smiled reassuringly and stepped close.

"I'm going to work on your hair first, is that okay?"

"Yes," Elsa said with a clearly-relieved sigh. Then she glanced behind her with an awkward little smile. "Oh, I… well, it's always b-best to…" Shrugging, she finally admitted, "I'm nervous. So yeah, starting with hair is good."

Anna nodded and gently started to massage the shampoo into Elsa's scalp. She spent extra time simply working the rich lather into the area, hoping the motion would help put Elsa at ease and soothe the tension in her body, before moving on to the rest of Elsa's hair. The redhead marvelled at how silky Elsa's hair was and how easily her fingers were able to glide through it, very unlike her own unruly hair. Anna was certain she would be able to do this for hours without getting the slightest bit tired of it.

"I love your hair," she commented, unable to keep the words to herself. "I almost forgot how nice it is to play with."

A long, pleasant hum was given to her in return. A few seconds more lathering later, she said, "This really is nice. Thank you, Anna."

"No problem," Anna answered, still completely focused on her task. Once the hair was thoroughly soaped up, Anna grabbed a washcloth and poured a liberal amount of Elsa's body wash onto it. "While the shampoo sits for a bit, I'm going to start washing the rest of you… uh… so if I go anywhere that you aren't comfortable with me washing, let me know, okay?""

Elsa's breath did hitch at that, but she didn't turn or tell Anna she wasn't ready. Instead, all she did was whisper, "I will, if I am. I… I promise. Um… let me know if you need me to move."

"Okay." Anna gave Elsa's bare shoulder a quick peck, ignoring the strong taste of the excess shampoo before slowly starting to work on Elsa's upper back, shoulders and neck. Like with her hair, Anna took her time at each spot, massaging the muscles and making sure every inch was clean and at ease before moving on to the next. Elsa sighed all the while, reaching back to help move her hair for her. Anna hummed softly as she worked, keeping her gaze firmly above the waist until the entirety of Elsa's back was finished. She swallowed thickly.

"Do you want me to keep going or do you want me to do the front?"

"Um…" That really did seem to give Elsa pause. "Well, I… guess you can keep going. Finish my b-back." It sounded like she was going to try saying "butt" but chickened out.

"You sure?" Anna asked and at the answering nod, Anna had to force herself to keep calm in fear that her heart would jump out of her chest. She looked down at the unbelievable perfection that was Elsa's bare rear and took a deep breath before kneeling down on the cool tile.

To keep her sanity, Anna instead chose to work on Elsa's legs first; keeping clear of the mound between them and instead only risking cleaning up to the high middle of those mouthwatering thighs. Ones that Anna couldn't help but picture gripping her head as she-

Anna promptly slapped her hands, one of which still gripping the soapy cloth, to her red, hot face then yelped in agony at the burning that occurred in her eyes as a result.

"Anna?!" Elsa said almost immediately, turning to look down at her. She knelt down next to her sister when she noticed she was in pain. "What happened, are you alright?"

"J-Just soap in my eyes, that's all," she whimpered and rubbed one of the offending orbs with her wrist, opening it just enough to catch sight of pale hair next to her face before slamming it shut again. "I'm fine, you can turn back around so I can finish!" she said in a rush of breath.

There was a whispered "Oh…" followed by more splashes of steps. After a few seconds, Elsa announced, "I'm turned back around now. It's… but you don't have to help if you're having trouble with this, Anna."

"It's fine, it's just soap." Anna finally risked opening her eyes again, thankful that the pain had dulled significantly and that Anna was now looking at gorgeous legs rather than a neatly trimmed bush that Anna thought was absolutely adorable. Whoops! With a quick shake to forcibly eject any more naughty thoughts, Anna continued her cleaning quest, finishing off her legs before moving up.

Anna hesitated only briefly before starting to wash Elsa's shapely posterior, very gently gliding the cloth over the sensitive areas and making sure to clean the harder to reach spots thoroughly, ignoring any sounds that Elsa made as she did so. It didn't take long for her to finish, standing on shaking legs that was only partially due to the painful pins and needles.

"Your backside is clean."

"I assume it has to be, the way you were polishing it!" Elsa gasped out shakily, though she added a little laugh to show that she was alright. Then she turned, and began to rinse off the soap from both hair and back, eyes closed in bliss. Only the occasional shivering showed that she was a little nervous about Anna getting a good look at the front of her body.

Which was just as lovely as the rest of her. Anna took the time to soak it in as she rinsed then reapplied soap to the washcloth, trying to decide where best to start. Deciding to start from the neck up again, Anna stepped closer and settled the cloth at her throat, feeling the light thud of Elsa's pulse beneath her fingers as she started to clean. "How are you feeling?"

At that point, one of Elsa's eyes slitted open and she flashed Anna a smile. "Good." More caresses, and she let the eye close again, still pushing the shampoo back from her forehead and along her scalp. "Really. You're… doing a great job."

"Good." Anna slipped her hands down Elsa's shoulders, taking care of the various dips of her collarbone before reaching the curve of her breasts. The redhead leaned forward and gave Elsa's neck a small nuzzle before starting on the soft mounds.

And that was when things changed. Not a lot, but they began to, just a tiny bit. The noise that came from Elsa couldn't be dismissed as one that was completely free of sensuality, and she leaned her head away from Anna to give her mouth better access to her neck as the cloth smoothed over her chest. The redhead could feel the pulse increase as she continued and she gave the skin a soft kiss, closing her eyes and just enjoying the closeness of their bodies and the feel of Elsa's breasts and chest under her hands. It took Anna several minutes to reluctantly pull away.

"Are you still ticklish?"

"You know that," she snorted softly, not at all flustered by the question. Then her face got a little more serious, even while she was still smiling across at her sister. "We are… in a bathtub, if… you w-wanted to tickle me again."

"I was just teasing!" Anna blushed wildly at the bold statement, "I- I mean, if you d-don't mind, I guess, b-but isn't the point of this to… get clean? N-Not that it's 'dirty' in that way, b-but-"

One of Elsa's fingers cut off Anna's stammering by pushing into her lips. Now Elsa was smiling at her with a strange look in her eyes, and she followed that up by leaning up to leave a small kiss on her forehead.

"We have more soap, Anna. We can do it again." Then she began to crouch down below her very carefully. "But, um, I don't really want to start while standing up and hurt myself. Or you!"

Anna's stomach knotted in a mixture of excitement and anticipation, but she kneeled down next to Elsa despite the slightly tight fit. She shifted closer, her fingers twitching. "O-Okay."

Licking her lips, Elsa flashed an awkward smile up at Anna. "I, um… I have been thinking about asking for this, but it seemed like such a… is it perverted? I mean, is it if it's not actually sexual? I'm really…" A little shaky laugh of anticipation as the hand inched closer. "I must be pretty strange to be looking forward to this!"

Anna gave Elsa's cheek a kiss and gave her an equal smile back. "It's okay, e-everyone has that one weird guilty pleasure." She leaned forward and rested her fingers against Elsa's ribs, rubbing the skin in a lazy circle to build anticipation, before whispering in Elsa's ear, "Ready?"

"Hah!" she burst out, even though nothing had really happened yet. But then she nodded.

Anna lunged, ruthlessly attacking every inch of skin she could reach. A grin easily overtook her face as her sister writhed under her hands. "You asked for it!"

Gales of laughter burst from Elsa; at first, a little strained and uncertain, and then higher-pitched shrieks as she thrashed and squirmed under Anna's tickling. Her body rolled first one way, then another, until she was curling toward the shower curtain and twitching, laughing all the while.

The sound of Elsa's laughter was like music to Anna's ears and her grin grew as she let her left hand descend towards her older sister's foot. She remembered this spot being particularly sensitive, seeing as their father used to go for it every time he wanted to make Elsa laugh, and even the slightest brush of her fingertip against the sole of Elsa's foot got Anna a major reaction.

"AH!" she burst out immediately; it seemed nothing had changed. "No, Anna, not my feet, not- AHAHAH OH GOD! It's- Aaaahahahaanna, I think I- HnhAH!"

The way she shivered during her spasms, and the warm splash against Anna's arm, told her that history had repeated itself.

Anna's breath hitched, taken away by how beautiful Elsa was the second time around and the almost overpowering shock of arousal that resulted. She didn't hide the moan that spilled from her lips and she pulled Elsa into a kiss without a second thought. And Elsa positively melted into the kiss, shaking a little from trying to support herself after such an intense, jarring attack to her nervous system.

When they parted a moment later, Elsa was flushed and glassy-eyed. She managed to force herself to whisper, "Did… I get you with my…?"

"You did." Anna laughed breathlessly. "On my arm. Are you okay?"

"I'm…" Shrugging, she looked away with a shy smile. "I feel great, actually. But… silly. And bad for, um, for hitting you with it. I didn't think that part through."

"It's fine, I… kind of enjoyed it. Th-the tickling part, I mean!" Anna blushed deeply but returned Elsa's smile with her own. Placing a soft kiss on Elsa's forehead, Anna stood up and offered her hand to her sister, "Let's finish getting you clean."

Smiling in mingling relief and excitement, Elsa accepted the hand. Then she was standing there, facing her sister for a moment, biting her lip as if fighting down a comment. But it seemed she lost that fight.

"Hey, I could pee on you some more if you want," she whispered in a joking tone. "Just say the word. Or, um… tickle me more, I suppose."

Anna giggled and nodded. "I'll keep that in mind." She grinned and picked up the cloth again, soaping it up and continuing where she left off. She washed off Elsa's stomach and hips and after a brief moment of pause that made her stomach flip, she gave the fine hairs above Elsa's crotch a scrub before pulling away. She debated whether or not to finish the rest of her sister but decided against it, not wanting to risk anything by going too far with all the progress they've been making.

"You can finish up now," she said with a smile.

"Why, thank you," Elsa said with an affected voice, smiling back. She did still look flushed, and had shivered a little when Anna got to the thatch of hair, but otherwise seemed to be doing a bit better after an attack from the Ticklemonster. So she took the washcloth and lowered it between her legs.

But her ease with the situation faded as she cleaned herself there. She let out a quiet moan, then leaned against the wall as she continued.

"Is… it supposed to feel… more sensitive after being tickled?"

Anna coughed. "W-Well yeah? I mean, it always is a bit… sensitive when you pee, isn't it? Not so much because it was… tickled."

But Elsa was too preoccupied to respond right away. Her mouth hung open slightly as she continued to grind the rag into the sensitive area, eyebrows twitching together. As if not sure what to make of the feeling rather than purely enjoying it.

Then she seemed to come back to herself, and blinked up at Anna. "Oh… I'll, um, I'll get on with it." Then she turned to the side so as not to get the rag too wet and took care of the other opening as quickly as she could, again twitching from the sensation.

It was hard to keep still, watching Elsa wash and unwittingly pleasure herself the way she was, however Anna managed to keep her hands to herself despite the ever growing arousal. It was even harder not to encourage Elsa to keep going when she caught herself.

"Um…" Looking around, the blonde smiled awkwardly as she put her washcloth in the corner of the tub and took up another clean one. "You probably don't want to use that after it's been up my butt, do you?"

'I wouldn't mind,' Anna thought but shook her head and simply said, "Maybe not the best idea, yeah. We have other cloths."

"Okay, your turn." Elsa looked between her hands; cloth in one, shampoo bottle in the other. "These don't really go together…" Sparing a sheepish glance at Anna's eyes, she put the washcloth down. "Sorry. This is really, um… distracting? I feel like I keep doing stupid things."

"It's fine, Elsa, really. Just relax and… it's just like if you were cleaning yourself, right?" Anna placed another kiss against Elsa's lips, keeping it quick before drawing back. "Do you want me to turn around or…?"

Still a little rattled by the kiss, Elsa nodded and patted Anna on the hip as they switched positions. Then, as Anna was getting her hair wet, she began to pour the shampoo into her hands. Though cooler than she was used to, the water felt wonderful as it caressed her bare body and Anna closed her eyes to enjoy the sensation before opening them again to smile at her older sister. She turned so that her back was facing Elsa and tilted her head back to give her access to her hair.

"Be gentle, okay?" she teased.

"Of course." Despite Anna not intending it as a serious request, Elsa answered it that way. Then she began to lather the shampoo into Anna's red locks with loving, smooth strokes. "Um… tell me if I pull through a tangle or something, but I'll try not to."

Anna hummed in response and enjoyed the feel of Elsa's hands working over her hair. They made short work of soaping it up, combing through and separating the few knots without pulling on Anna's roots too much or breaking too many strands.

Then Elsa rinsed her hands and took up the clean washcloth. "Okay, ready to be… scrubbed?"

Completely relaxed, Anna nodded. "Yeah, I'm always ready." She stretched out her arms before placing her hands on the shower wall and playfully shaking her butt in Elsa's direction. "Are you ready?"

A little "Mmmm" came from Elsa as she got the cloth soapy, followed by a laugh. "Sure." As she began to scrub between her shoulderblades, she said, "You do have a nice little butt, actually. I mean… I hope it's not weird for me to say that; just making an observation."

The redhead made a happy noise in the back of her throat as Elsa pressed into a sore spot between her shoulders, arching her back slightly in response. "Thanks, you have a great butt, too."

"Really?" she laughed in slight disbelief. "Wow, thank you. Not that this is the first time you've said as much." Then she passed over the spot again and noted Anna wincing. "Something wrong here?"

"Just a small knot, nothing serious."

A small "hmm" came from Elsa, and then she switched the washcloth to the other hand. With tender care, she began to knead the area with her thumb.

Anna hissed loudly and her fists clenched against the wall. "Ohhhh, a little higher!" she whimpered.

"Your wish is my command," Elsa laughed as she moved up, digging into the knot. The other hand began to gently wash Anna's lower back as long as it wasn't needed.

The moan Anna made when the knot finally loosened was one that embarrassed the hell out of the redhead but she couldn't restrain herself, the relief far too great to keep it quiet. "Thank you," she mewled out, slumping slightly against the wall. "God, thank you for that."

"M-my pleasure." Elsa sounded like she meant that. Both of her hands, including the one holding the washcloth, came to rest gently against her sister's hips, her voice closer when she spoke again.

"Anna… this might sound ridiculous to say about a stupid shower, but… I'm having a great time. With you."

Anna smiled lovingly over her shoulder. "Me, too." She pushed herself off the wall so she was leaning against Elsa instead. Her body was slick with cool water but Elsa's warmth easily overpowered the mild chill. "I always have a great time with you, no matter what we're doing."

A quiet humming of pleasure came from behind her. Elsa wasn't just saying that for her sake; she really did like showering with her. The hand not holding the cloth began to smooth up and down Anna's hip and waist in a gentle caress, moving them both just enough so that nipples could be felt bumping along Anna's back.

"I've been doing a lot of thinking," her older sister began, clearly a little nervous but less than they had been before. "About… you and me. Rationally, I know this is… well… that word that rhymes with 'invest'."

Anna closed her eyes, keeping her focus completely on Elsa and her words while simultaneously continuing to enjoy just how… easily they seemed to fit together. Incest. The word left a bad taste in Anna's mouth yet at the same time… How could something like this be wrong? When Anna knew that she loved Elsa more than she loved anyone else in the world, even above her own parents. Even… even above God himself.

But she stayed quiet, letting Elsa finish with only a simple hum to indicate that she was all ears.

"Problem is, I can't seem to be purely rational when it comes to you," she continued as she pulled back away from Anna. At first it seemed like it was out of fear, but then the scrubbing of her back continued; she just needed something else to focus on. "If I forget about us being sisters… I know exactly what my feelings would mean. Not that I've ever felt like this about anyone before, but… it's just too strong to pretend I don't know what my heart wants."

"It's just that you don't know what to do?" Anna tilted her head so that it was resting on Elsa's shoulder, gazing at her sister's face.

"Exactly. It's…" The blue orbs staring down into Anna were a little excited, a little scared, but mostly just focused on the aquamarine ones below. "I got you back in my life, and it's completely different. You're kind of like I remember, except… a new person, and a person that I can't live without anymore. P-plus there's all these weird physical feelings that came from nowhere — what's that about?! I mean, was I already falling for you even before we got separated, or just not… aware of my sexuality? And if I was, is that why I've never been that interested in boys, or am I some huge lesbian? There's just… so many… questions."

"Questions we will figure out together." Anna smiled reassuringly at her sister, heart overflowing with love and adoration. She lifted a hand to stroke Elsa's cheek, ignoring the slight pain caused by the awkward angle. "We'll figure this out, Elsa. I promise."

Forgetting about the rag for the moment, Elsa reached up to brush over Anna's neck. Her mouth squirmed for a moment. "Why do you have to feel so good?"

Anna wanted to say something clever… something that would make Elsa laugh. However, in the end she simply fluttered her eyes closed and pressed her lips against Elsa's instead, heart pounding and feeling like she might faint dead away from bliss.

To Be Continued…