10. Vrai fer, Vrai pacte.

We slept in the same bed, Elsa's hands robed on me as any other night, as if our kiss had change nothing between us. Are we still just sisters, or are we everything but. Fuck, I promised mom I would never let this scale as far, that I would help Elsa find someone… and I promised myself not to let myself go, to keep those smiles and fluttery feeling for my diary and secret tumblr, but last night, the way her eyes begged for my lips, for my touch, no woman can be strong enough, especially to resist a beauty such as Elsa's.

I woke earlier than her, I have volley today, but the temptation of staying and feeling those lips on mine… Fuck, the dawn making her shine like a fabled princess in slumber is def not helping. Maybe, a tiny one, just a peck for the road, just to tame my hunger, a tiny one just like our normal ones.

I get on my hands and knees hovering above her, fix a strand of red hair behind my ear and slowly approach tilting my head, so my lips touch hers and nothing else. Air brushing on my lips as Elsa exhales, I swallow like a cartoon mouse, her eyes open half way and a smile drawing slowly on her lips before connecting with mine. I can hear our lips wet sounds as unrehearsed dances start and end on our skin, as my tongue finds hers, as my hair gets entangled between her delicate fingers, as my hips invent a new rhythm against her bare thigh.

No words, all whines and hard breathing, that until the door knob turns painfully loud, sent me sprung out of the bed in a rush. I grabbed my towel and toiletries basket, and looked away from the door to make sure my clothes showed no sign of our actions. Elsa just lay there smiling and greeted our blonde room mate.

"Well look at the time, better get off… off to the showers I mean." Smooth as usual, Anna. I ignored everything and everyone as I headed to the showers in a rush, hiding the bright red glow exuding from my cheeks.

The warm water didn't helped clearing my mind, all I was thinking about was us. Elsa and Anna under a blooming cherry tree, Elsa and Anna holding hands watching a romantic comedy, Elsa and Anna still sisters yet lovers. Elsa and Anna Fagerström invite you to…
I, almost forgot about that… our impossible goals.

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The day was not as terrible as I thought, in fact, it was almost as any other day. Volley course, literature, and the rest. No suspicious eyes darting at me, no persecution, no witch hunt to steal our happiness from our hands.

I texted Elsa to let her know that, as usual, this wednesday I would have to skip our date and attend the wig shop, the only difference was that when I typed 'I luv u' in that text, it was different, it made me smile for no reason… well one reason, her.

Said smile faded as my usually uneventful workday went, well, uneventful as usual. No sales, just me walking around the shop, occasionally trying on wigs and trying to keep a seller smile, just in case. The silence and the boredom, gave footing to my wandering thoughts. We could totally live as a couple, we have pretty much have been doing so for, eighteen years… and just like those past years, we need to remain in secrecy.

These scenarios proven to fail, haunted my head all the way back to the dorm, but hey, love, true love never comes easy. There are no guides to find it, not really, I mean there are books, but those are just to make a buck or two, any whom has found their other half by following the steps written by some ghost writer, probably would found it anyway. And Elsa is my other half, quite literally.

As I open the door of our room, heavy footsteps fading away from the wood. I enter slowly, a bit nervous about the origin of that sound. The room is vacant, no Elsa or Rory. I looked around from where I stood, I felt confused, across from me in the corner by window there was someone hiding under a white bed sheet. I took a couple of steps towards the clothed figure, but her voice made me stop, "Anna, please, don't come any closer."

Her voice sounded… different. She was afraid, not lying, no stuttering either, just in a higher pitch than her normal tone. I resumed my approach slowly, trying to not alter Elsa. "Are you okay, Elsa? Why are you hiding?" She said something, but it was muffled by the cloth covering her. Maybe I have to remind her of her promise, the one we made as a pact last night, I rather not, but, I can't let her stay like this. "Elsa, you promised me you would do anything and everything I asked of you, for a kiss. Let me in your cocoon and I will reward you plenty..." Made my best attempt at a femme fatale, it was all I came up with right there.

The veil opened up by the side, just enough for me to pull the edges and tie them unto the posts of the aluminum foot board, the other end to one of the chairs that was close enough to create a fort. I grabbed our pillows and crawled inside, then, as I handed her a pillow, I realized that she was not Elsa, but, me?

Sitting in a C position, wearing nothing but a pair of cotton green panties, some mascara and my 'perfect lipstick', a mirage, Elsa with red pigtails. She looked vulnerable, her naked torso was the least of my worries, her afflicted face and runny make up, that was distressing. I sat on my heels, the pillow soft right under, Elsa copies the same position. This is good, a fetal position is never a good option.

"Elsa, I'm ready to talk when-"

"I'm...not Elsa, she is hiding. She calls me MirrorAnna." Her eyes avoiding any contact, she seems ashamed. "We told Rory, about last night, about the kiss, but, she was... her reaction was very different than what Elsa expected."

"Wait, why, Elsa… that, um, this is supposed to be a secret, no one sh-"

"She knew, she saw how we looked at each other, she felt our true feelings, she saw the secrecy between us, the longing, she knew before we acted on our feelings, because of her own secret lover." A drop rolls painfully thru her face and in between her lips, yet she ignored it. "She said that trying to jump off was… a ransom. That Elsa had used her life as a hostage to get you to kiss her. Well she didn't use any of those words, and she was more afflicted by the fact that Elsa had tried to jump. But, that was enough for her to loose hope, to question everything again, to set herself back in path of failure. I took over to try and cheer her up, to remind her that you were honest about your love for her. I'm wearing the lipstick she loves, Anna's underwear, I even tried to masturbate, but, Elsa won't come back..."

I had never heard Elsa talk this much before. Was it because of the wig? Or because she really thinks she is Anna, well another Anna. What if…

"Will a kiss bring her back, like in fairy tales, will my kiss bring her back?"

Her eyes finally left the floor, she said nothing, all she did was shutting her eyes and her lips parted just barely, almost in a tremble. I care little if this was the right thing to do, but, even now that she was broken, she was my Elsa, the same little girl that used to shelter me from thunderstorms in her arms when we were kids. The same that was oppressed by our parents expectations, the same Elsa that would make my heart contempt with a smile. The Elsa that serenaded me with her violin on Valentine's, birthdays, or whenever I asked her to.

I leaned towards her, my hands supporting me, our knees were touching, and our lips did as well. A tender soft kiss, then another one, and one right after. Elsa's hands found their spot on my waist as I mount her thighs, my left hand on the back of her neck, the other one cupping her delicate face. The sad girl was no longer here, it was Elsa and I inside that fort.

"I'm sorry Anna, I just kept doubting, and overthinking everything. All Rory did was remind me that I should always talk and find help whenever I felt that way, she felt guilty as well because she told me about her story and thought that she gave me the idea in the first place."

"I have been doubting myself too, Elsa. The world will never understand it, the love we share, for them is illegal and wicked. But, you know what, we don't need their standards and rules, we should enjoy the now. This moment and every moment as long as we are together."

We stood like that for long time, just enjoying each others heartbeat, our tears drying. That was all we needed, to enjoy us, no questions, no doubts, no laws, no rules, just us.

Our lips met again, and my tongue ventured in her mouth, I was hungry for her. Our kisses from the morning did not quenched my thirst, in fact they just made me want her more. My hips started grinding against her legs, my navy blue skirt rode up as Elsa's hands touched my legs, exploring and grabbing, taking possession over the places she touched as she advanced to my ass.

"I remember the first time you showed the family your uniform, I almost choked on my own saliva when you twirled, those tiny, tight, black spandex shorts. And that same feeling made me hate how good you look on them."

Elsa voice was husky, raspy, smooth against my ear. I bit my lower lip, "And what about skirts, if you hate them too, I could take it off..."

"You don't have to do anything Anna, I will wait until you are ready. I will be patient."

"Mph, I can't wait anymore Elsa, I have been holding since the morning. And after our kisses and how soft your legs felt on my… Just take me Elsa, no questions, just make me yours, don't make me beg."

"I thought you had a three date rule, didn't you Anna?" A blonde eyebrow arching up teasingly.

"Oh, sweetie, we have been in so many dates, so many movie nights, so many nights cuddling..." I gently bit her lower lip, the balm staining my teeth, "sometimes when you slept early, I just couldn't hold back my needs, and I would just do it, next to you, touching myself, hoping that you would wake and-"

Then my skirt was unbuttoned, and thrown somewhere, my white blouse rolled under my back as I now lay on the floor. I'm wishing I was wearing seductive lingerie, but I was wearing just plain white bra and black panties, don't judge me, I wasn't expect this to happen...like ever. Elsa seems to care little about it, she breathes thru her nose while moving from my navel upwards, the sensation spreads a cold fire all over my skin, I feel as sweat forms slowly as the heat intensifies from my core to my nails. Her lips grazing my skin until she reaches and kisses my collarbone, her eyes locking with mine, that crystalline subtle blue darkened with lust, sending chills down my spine. I lean and tried to kiss her but, a gasp coming from my lips surprised me as Elsa's slim fingers rubbed my core thru my panties. Intense, yet gracefully and softened by the cotton barrier, a sensation I had only dream of sharing with her.

My hips impulsing in a jerk, lifting me slightly from the pleasantly cold floor, well maybe it was not the floor which was pleasant but how every rule, every promise, every law, we were breaking a kiss, a touch, a feel at a time. My sex wetting the black cotton hiding… um her, my body accepting Elsa's caress with muffled moans and no regards for morality, just like anyone else out there. If she continues, I know I will cum, and I don't want to, I want her to do it first, I want to give it to her, to feel hers, am I selfish?

I patted on the back of her hand with my fingers, she stopped with a pout and puppy eyes, but like a mind reader she backed away to remove the last clothing covering her body (well besides the red haired wig), off. Her eyes locked on mine, challenging and teasing me to chase her as she pretended to back further away. So I took the bait with my lips forming a pout, but she kept dodging my lips, I took that as Elsa asking me to kiss her somewhere else. So I changed my course, went to her knees where my green panties stood rolled up, I take a bite at them, eyes lock on Elsa's, a smile forms in her lips as she nibble her lower lip. She helps me remove them by pulling her legs towards her chest, I pulled the rolled green cotton off her legs and shook my head like a hound whilst has caught its prey… but as silly as that was, my mouth went a gape, the panties fell softly on the floor, Elsa was holding her legs to her chest, but also spreading them apart as wide as the fort itself.

My heart bouncing in my chest, my mouth filled with anticipation and spit, Elsa's pink perfect lips in display under an ashen blonde crown. I wet my lips and crawl on elbows and knees, closing the gap between us. My eyes fixated on forbidden territory, I had seen hers before when we took showers, or, even just when a used a mirror to shave, we are identical after all, yet, the context made it different.

I start by kissing her inner thigh, I won't make it easy. Every time my skin brushes against her, a pitchy moan leaves her throat and her whole body tenses for a second. I keep kissing, sucking and licking my way down, just making her swollen, wet and impatient.

"A-Anna, please, do it… please!" she moaned and whined. Just what I wanted to hear.

I kissed her nether lips, softly, teasingly, and to be honest… self-consciously. Was this truly the last line, how far could we go before its too late. No, we were way past the point of no return, no more need for excuses, it was time stop fighting my instincts and dive. And so I did, my tongue tasting her soft folds, my nose resting against her bush, Elsa's legs now resting on my back, twitching in pleasure every time I lick the most sensitive spot in her body.

I deny her no more, opening my mouth wide, covering as much as I can in, I make a vacuum by sucking air, and then my wet tongue attacks her swollen sex, focusing on the pink erected nub. It was effective, Elsa's legs trapped my head between her thighs, forcing me to continue, making it hard to breathe, deafening my ears, yet, her wordless loud begs fuel me to continue. I feel her edging on an orgasm, her muscles move under my lips in an aggressive way. I look at her face, something is wrong, I know that doubtfulness in her factions.

"Elsa, what… what is wrong, do you want us to stop?" I had stopped eating her out, just in case.

"Can you… um, penetrate me, you know, with your fingers? I-I think I want to feel you inside me." A blush spreading across her face and chest, her eyes bashfully dodging me.

I snaked my way towards her breasts, my lips encasing her soft firm flesh. My right hand seducing her entrance with a delicate circular movement, my left one holding Elsa's, my fingers embracing hers. And then slowly push both ring and middle fingers, a gasp in response and the walling muscle reacting excited to my touch. The cushion on my palm massaging her clit as my fingers are beyond two knuckles in, my own wet core grinding on my sister's knee. Was this the line, was this incest, was that blood…?

Of course it was, Elsa is a goldstar, unlike me, she had kept her purity intact, maybe waiting for me to steal it. This thought made me shiver, but in the good way, I don't know why, but, it made me happy. I'm such a weirdo.

My fingers now bright red on the tips, I observed them for a while until Elsa's own caressed my palm, I turned to face her, she had a smile I've seen not that often. Her hand guides mine to her lips, "Blood betrays the blood, the flesh betrays the flesh, with a kiss I pact to our love."

And we did, we both sealed the pact with a kiss on blood.

My fingers returning inside her, my hips rocking violently on her leg, my breathing fast, her back arching, a thousand volts flowing from my core to my brain, my eyes half way closed and lost behind my skin. I called her name, louder than I had ever in my dreams. Then I came back to my senses, Elsa is crying, a wide smile on her face, "This, I wish this could last forever, this moment, this event, our first".

"You can take a picture for your new photo diary. I want a copy as well to be honest." My words seemed to bring some clarity to her orgasm drunken mind, almost as she had forgotten her own project she started last saturday.

She crawled, shaky still, to the desk where she left her phone. She lays on her side besides me, closes her eyes, we kiss, the flash captures our essence in bits, to join the other pictures of our dates. Our binge watching saturday, the sunday frozen yogurt, and, our uno night with Rory on monday.

A soft knocking on the door, we both sobered up in a gasp, we tried our best to look decent and sat on the bed, trying to hide our smiles and blushing cheeks. A soft voice comes thru the wood, "Are you girls, um, done? I just need my library card".

Now I was so glad Elsa told Rory everything. This would be so hard to explain other wise.

I don't know what the future holds for us.

But I want to find out, with her, as it was meant-

"Elsa… why is your hair red? Wait no that is private, I should not ask about a couple's fetishes, Malena told me that. 'We should respect other forms of love', and I think that its even, um, cute."

I didn't realize Elsa never took the wig off, that or, I just didn't care.

Final words: Hi, h3llo, hey there. I need to keep practicing Erotica scenes, this was hard to make. Also, I hope this was satisfactory for a short story, a rather open ending with expectations and dreams and failure ahead, like anyone's life.

I fell in love with this story the first night it came to me, depriving me from needed rest, but gifting me a goal to achieve. It took me a while to write the draft on paper and ink, it was shorter than this way shorter. But here we are at last.

I will maybe make a one shot on Malena and Aurora's night on Elsa's vacant room. And something not related to the story before writing an Elsanna fic.

Thanks to every reader, comment, share, recommendation. Your passion kept me going despite the bumpy writer blocks and just regular depression.

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