Heartbreak Diamond

A single manilla envelope somehow manages to contain the remnants of Elsa's life. Empty wallet. Lighter. No phone. No memories. A diamond ring, engraved with the words: To the Queen of Stolen Hearts - A.

A jarring voice grates on her ears, "You ain't shopping at Versace - take your shit and go!"

Elsa ignores the prison officer and changes out of an orange jumpsuit into skinny jeans and a white blouse. Right before she's unceremoniously ejected from Logan Women's Correctional Facility into the silent night air. She shivers despite her grey peacoat. The icy wind cuts into her heart when she spots Gerda waiting for her; single boot perched against a Ford Escalade.

"Did you wait out here to throw me back in?"

Gerda eyes her up and down. Golden FBI badge gleams in the moonlight. Holstered gun dangles within her trenchcoat. She takes another drag on the cigarette, before blowing the nicotine-laced smoke straight at Elsa.

"Do you see a warrant on me?" Gerda answers, gruff voice heavy like Elsa's heart.

Elsa folds her arms against the wind.

"You're lucky the charges didn't stick," Gerda stubs out the rest of her cigarette, "But you know how much I love you; I made a special trip down here to give you a warning."

"Oh Christ, spare me," Elsa rolls her eyes. She jerks backward as Gerda grabs her collar.

"You pull any of that fucking shit again and I'm sending you away for a long, long time," Gerda seethes, tobacco-scented breath filling her nostrils.

Elsa turns away, writhing beneath the shorter woman's grasp. Her heart contracts when she turns and sees the narrowing, wrinkly eyes - and waits for the next words which will undoubtedly haunt her dreams.

"Both you and your sister."

A metallic taste floods her mouth. She swats away Gerda's hand, and straightens her coat, "Alright, alright - I got the message."

The car door slams shut, booming through the silent, deserted car park. Gerda peers through lowered tinted windows.

"But since I'm so nice, I'm not leaving you with nothing," Gerda fishes around her purse, before tossing a phone at Elsa, "I took this the last time I searched you."

Elsa turns on the iPhone, barely 5% battery remaining. Did it hurt her to charge it first?

"That's it?" Elsa asks, crouching beside the window, "no cigarettes?"

"Tough love, kid," Gerda sneers, putting the car into drive, "Gotta learn to survive in the real world now!"

"How about a ride to the train station?"

Squealing tires answer her question.

She looks at her phone.

And immediately scrolls to a single name in the contacts - seconds before the battery runs out.


The beats are low, and so are the red neon lights. Anna stands alone on stage, platform heels and stiff posture putting her level with a microphone. She croons a soft melody, not that any of the lounge's patrons are paying attention to her song:

Tear it up, tear it down
Gettin' lost in the sound of our hearts beatin'
Take me here, take me now
Gettin' lost in a crowd with you

She keeps her eyes fixed between the exit sign and a bouncer. Completely missing the blonde woman tucked in a corner. Legs crossed. Bourbon and coke. Tailored pantsuit. Between manicured fingers, the lady tips her smoking cigar once Anna notices. Her presence spreads a wide-toothed grin on Anna's face, and she nearly mistimes the song's cue. Still, Anna clutches the microphone and belts the chorus like her life depends on it.

You don't even have to try
No other lips can make me cry
But there is something 'bout the way you look
Something from my heart you took tonight

She shuts her eyes and puts her lungs into it. The nominally indignant crowd applauds their appreciation. But when her eyes open, that woman's gone. The only remnant of her presence written on a twenty-dollar bill the bouncer slides into her hand. Black Sharpie ink adorns Jackson's face.

GREAT SONG! DINNER ON ME. PORTILLO'S.


Elsa's sandwich is on the verge of going cold as she waits for Anna. Her suede heels tap the floors before she notices a note printed across her grease-smeared receipt.

YOUR SERVER TODAY IS: ANNA! SHE'S AT THE OVERPASS!

Elsa curses. Before motioning for a server to bag her meal.

It's nearly ten out. The passing freight trucks raise goosebumps on her skin. But Anna's still sitting on the concrete parapet, bare feet dangling over the traffic.

"Did you really have to do that?" Elsa calls out over the noise, "I could've thrown away the receipt-"

Anna's moonlit blue eyes glimmer as they turn to Elsa. There's a delicate smile behind the plastic straw. Fragile like glass. The wind sweeps it off her face and Anna looks away.

"Not my fault they left their register on the wifi," Anna mumbles.

"Why're you singing in a lounge anyway?"

"Making use of my other talent," Anna sips her milkshake and looks down at the trucks, "it's hard making a living. Twice as hard if it's an honest one."

"Look, I-"

"How'd you get in anyway? That lounge is invite-only, and they ain't giving them out like candy."

A snicker, Elsa stuffs her hands in her pockets, "Well y'know, no one told me it was-"

She lets her voice trail away into the noise. A mannerism Anna recognises. That way of hiding the litany of thieves' tricks she'd never want to reveal. Same ol' Elsa.

Anna pats the bare concrete next to her. She looks over the edge, shuddering back when a truck sends her blonde hair fluttering, "Aren't you afraid of falling off?"

"Pfft, I've risked far more for far less."

Her eyes water at the sixteen-foot drop, which might as well be sixty. Fuck it.

Elsa swallows back, before shutting her eyes and flinging her legs over. Her heart lurches as she catches the concrete beneath her hips - and she opens her eyes to Anna's smile.

"See? Hardly a pickle."

Her hands give off a noticeable tremble as she retrieves a packet of fries. The golden-brown potatoes glow under the moonlight, and the night breeze wafts her sandwich's roast beef scent to Anna; above the stench of exhaust fumes. It doesn't go unnoticed.

"What's this I hear about you and the Senator?"

Anna rolls her eyes, "Oh Jesus, I haven't seen you for months and this is the first thing you bring up? How on earth did you even find out? Get off my back-"

"I am your elder sister-"

"It's still none of your business what I do for money!"

"It is my business how you earn it!" Elsa shoots back, "D-do you, h-have you slept with him?"

Anna flashes a glare at Elsa, "No! And why would it matter to you anyway?"

Elsa's voice drops to a whisper, barely audible above the rumbling traffic, "It does."

The walls close in on Anna's head. Nights at the lounge. Money. Debt. Sitting on the lap of a high-powered man who just wanted a young, warm body to touch. Behind that all, a faint shimmer of hope behind Elsa's two words.

A truck horn blares. Elsa looks away. When she looks down again, half her fries are missing - and Anna isn't even chewing.

"Oh my god, do you always have to do that?"

The repressed longing for Elsa's company manifests as a big grin, "Yes."

"Well, stop stealing my fries, you have your own."

"Make me."

"Fine."

Elsa puts her fries away out of Anna's reach, and pulls out a cellphone.

"So are you going to tell me what the next gig is?" Anna grumbles, "So I can say no, and move on with my sad life without you?"

"I came here specifically to see you, Anna. And you know it absolutely breaks my heart hearing you talk like this, right?"

Anna's ears perk at the tilt in the words: break my heart.

"It's true?" Anna's voice rises, "The heartbreak stone? It's coming here?"

"In a week," Elsa scrolls through messages, before a photo flashes on the screen.

"Oh Christ," Anna quips, lifting the phone to her eyes, "that thing is huge!"

A polished pink diamond sits beneath showroom lights. As large as an acorn. A massive inclusion slices through its glittering, jagged interior, giving its moniker. Without asking, Anna hits back on the photo, revealing a series of exchanges between a contact named Kristoff.

Elsa snatches back her phone, "Why do you always have to snoop around?"

"Well, I'd have to know what I'm getting myself into, don't I?" Anna retorts, voice breaking, "Did you strike a deal with him to pay off my debt or what?"

"It's not-"

Anna growls at Elsa, "I don't need you to baby me all the fucking time!"

At once, the girl flings her head away. Staring down at the traffic. She stops swinging her feet. Elsa sees her knuckles gripping the edge. Elsa's chest aches at her sister's silence. At her trembling lips pursed in line. At the million burdens she has to carry because of her. She scoots over, placing an arm around her shoulder, and holding her close.

"This isn't just about you," Elsa's voice softens, "this is about us. A chance to get away from it all."

Anna sighs, soaking in the comfort of her sister's embrace. There's a tear threatening to spill somewhere - but she holds it in for the sake of us. Even if they've only been apart for three months. It's still too long for anything. Even crying.

"Sorry, I wouldn't do this for all the money in the world," Anna apologises, before sucking in a deep breath, "but I'd do it for a person."

Elsa's breath hitches at the thought of asking her for too much. She kisses her strawberry-scented hair, pausing before breathing "Who?" into her ears.

Anna holds back a sob.

"I'd do it for the girl who brought me to Coney Island for ice cream. The sister who taught me how to cycle. Who gave me my first diamond. My first kiss. I'd do it just to bring her back."

Trembling lips purse in a line. There's a heavy, silent pause as Elsa forces herself not to remember those days, "You still haven't told me who."

"I just stole all her remaining fries."

An empty cardboard sleeve looks back at Elsa. The wind blows it away.

"Goddammit, Anna."


"Y'know, I checked the insurance on the diamond - and it's made out to Hans Andersen."

Elsa looks up from a take-out box of peanut noodles.

"And?"

"He's going to lose a hell lot of money," Anna drops a sheaf of documents on her apartment's dining table, "what do you have against Hans?"

A shrug. She wipes her lips, pausing to choose her next words, "I don't know, lying, cheating, looting colonial possessions, dealing in conflict diamonds. Do you have anything against Hans?"

Anna rakes a hand through her hair, "God it's been years since that bastard - never mind."

"If you think about it, he's the person we'd harm the least, just one less conflict mineral in his museum of trophies."

"We're thieves, Elsa - that doesn't make us any better than him."

Elsa nearly chokes on her green tea, "Did three months of an honest living make you reconsider the ethics of your profession?"

The hesitation after her question makes Elsa look up. Her sister's hand perches close to her noodles, half-eaten but still unstolen. A flutter rushes through her skin when Anna places a hand on hers.

"I-I just want to be sure you're not doing this to get even."

I'm doing this for us.

"I would've stolen every single worthless artefact from his museum for what he did to you. But not this diamond. This one's for us."

"Fair enough."

Elsa looks down at her food, just to make sure it's still there. A floorplan of the mall's Cartier showroom shows up on her iPad. Short green arrows denote their ingress route, with a long dotted red one showing the way out.

"Have you figured out how to get through the crossbarred skylight and the sixty-foot drop?" Anna asks.

"Nope - that's why you're doing that part. I'm not freaking going down that height."

Anna groans, "How about the main shutters?"

"Remote accessed, so nope-"

"How about the heat detection cameras?"

"Still no idea."

"The diamond's only on display tomorrow before it's shipped off to Hans forever and we still haven't figured any of this shit out."

"They can't foil our plan if there's none to begin with," Elsa sneers.

"You're just leading me on again aren't you?" Anna chortles, fuzzing up Elsa's braid, "you haven't changed one bit."

The sudden closeness sends a rush of warmth into Elsa's face. She looks down at her sister's eyes, soft beneath the dim lights.

"Prison wouldn't change me, Anna," Elsa whispers, "not when you're the only person on my mind in there."

"Oh god, don't say stuff like this," Anna brushes her knuckles over her cheeks, "you're making it hard not to fall in love with you again."

It's only a moment of weakness that Elsa allows this affectionate gesture to go unchecked. And it's enough for Anna to take advantage, clambering on the chair and straddling her sister's hips. Red hair dangling over her face. Her heart throbs against Anna's flattened palm pressing her back into the chair.

"Kiss me," Elsa pleads, helpless beneath her sister's proximity.

Anna smirks, "Not until this is over."

"But what if we fail this job?"

"Didn't you always wonder if we were meant to be together?" Anna teases, "Guess this gig would tell us - once and for all."


Despite the absolute lack of a plan, everything still falls off the rails the minute they're inside the mall. The midnight security crew lies unconscious and hog-tied on the control room floor, gassed to the gills with nitrous. The security system fails to respond to Anna's pre-scripted malware. Each second ticks closer to the patrol sweep's return.

"They patched the zero-day vulnerability," Anna swats away the residual stench of anaesthetic gas, terminal screen glowing on her face, "this is going to be the dirtiest hack in history-"

On the CCTV screens, Elsa eyes the armed guards roaming the mall, "No idea what you said, how long is it going to take?"

"Too long," Anna's brows furrow as her fingers clatter across the keyboard, "we have to swap."

A bag of breaking tools slides across to Elsa, "Oh, no - you're not expecting me to get up there-"

A groan answers her plea. Anna's completely lost in the terminal, eyes glazed over as she re-scripts an attack. Without another word, Elsa trudges outside the mall. Into the pitch-dark cold like her boots were made of lead. She reaches the access ladder, looking up the wall with hair bristling on her neck.

Oh Anna, the things I do for you.

The first few rungs are fine, but every step after that contracts her lungs further still. Vice-grip rattling the steel ladder. Neck frozen upwards in case she accidentally looks down. Sweat soaks her dark shirt despite the icy wind. She grits her teeth, and seethes into the radio, "I hope you're not passed out or anything because I am-"

"You're doing great, almost at the top, I can see you."

Something about Anna's voice spurs Elsa over the last few rungs. The rooftop gravel crunches beneath her boots. Wind whistles in her ears. Air so thin it cuts her cheeks like a blade. She reaches the skylight, and makes short work of the iron bars with an acetylene torch. Spewing sparks and flames adding to the turmoil within her soul at what's to come next.

"Are you done with the access? Because I'm about to hurl my ass down this hole."

"Someone sounds scared shitless-"

"I'm not scared," Elsa argues before the bars give way and the window shatters. A harrowing, vertical expanse of air confronts Elsa. She lurches backward, heart in her throat. Heaving.

"Ok, fuck this, I'm scared."

A snicker on the radio, "Remember how we were kids and I dared you to go on the rollercoaster and you kept your eyes shut the entire ride?"

Anna's voice steadies her heartbeat.

"It was different," Elsa whispers back, "you held my hand."

"Who says I'm not holding your hand now?"

Elsa hitches her harness to the window frame. In the inky black, cavernous jaws of darkness, she nearly makes out the glittering Cartier diamond collection, with a ten-million-dollar stone nestled somewhere within. She sucks in a breath and screws her eyes shut.

"Hold tighter," Elsa pleads, before counting down in her head. Three, two, one.

She stumbles in. The cord goes taut, ripping out every trace of air from her lungs. Air billows through her blonde hair as she plummets like a brick. Blood fills her mouth. It's not until she slams into the carpeted gallery, that she realises she's bitten into her tongue to stop herself from screaming. Apart from the throbbing in her head and the burning pain in her back - Elsa frantically touches her limbs and discovers she's…alive?

"I'm fine," Elsa gasps.

"Didn't ask, I knew you'd make it-"

A distant ringing noise sends Elsa scrambling to her feet.

"I started a fire alarm elsewhere to buy you some time."

Elsa's flashlight sweeps through the darkness. All that's left in the central display case is an engraved plaque:

Heartbreak Gem, 101.4c, Venetia, S.A., De Beers

And no diamond in sight. Anna's voice returns, "CCTV recording shows they moved it to Safe E6, behind the curtains."

It's slow work finding the safe, and even slower work breaking into it. The case-hardened steel resists her years of experience. She knows when to cut her losses.

"I'm going hot," Elsa whispers, laying a cordite detonator against the hinge, "ready the door."

"What!?"

It's scarcely a countdown. Elsa ducks behind a wall. Three-two-one. The blast of fire and smoke deadens her hearing. Hundred-pound safe door flies across the gallery with a whump.

Elsa ignores the ringing in her ears as the burglar alarm slices through the silence. Her hands steady amidst the red flashing lights. Gloved fingers pick through the debris of jewels and broken metal until they close around an acorn-sized velvet bag. There's a hefty weight to it despite the size, and the pink hue gives off a luminescent glimmer.

"Score's with me," Elsa shouts, passing her fingers over the stone, "the door!"

Her boots make crunchcrunchcrunch noises through the shattered remnants of Cartier's gallery as she ducks under the rumbling shutters. The jog back to Anna should take ten minutes. It feels like ten hours, even if she doesn't have to dodge security cameras. Even if she has to break into the manual doors Anna can't open for her. Her skin prickles when she hears guards shouting below. She runs so hard, her legs nearly give out when she catches up to Anna

Outside the control room, Anna's sleet white and shaking, but she still has her arm around Elsa as she keels over to catch her breath.

"Did you get it?"

A glistening nugget of a diamond greets Anna's eyes. Coated in flecks of Elsa's sweat. An unseen, ethereal energy radiates from within its pink iridescence. A summation of everything it means for their future. For us.

"Stop staring," Elsa grunts, shoving the diamond into Anna's hands, "let's get out of here."

"Um, Elsa - I have some bad news," Anna steps into a freight elevator and hits a button, "I tripped the police signal while hacking into the access console."

Elsa whirls around, eyes livid with shock, "What?"

"It's interlocked with the burglar alarm inside the showroom, I didn't expect you'd trip that one too."

"Oh god, what does that even mean-" Elsa groans, clutching her head. Anna's still staring at the diamond, its uncanny resemblance to a broken heart reflecting the apprehension burning through Elsa's brain.

"It means," Anna says slowly, hardly a trace of emotion in her voice, or in her dead eyes, "there's a 50/50 chance we'll get confronted by armed police once this door opens."

"Are you serious?"

"I had a feeling the risk was too great to even think about doing this job," Anna looked down, "but if there was ever a chance in hell I'd get to be with you, to live a life away from all this bullshit. I knew I'd take it in a heartbeat."

"Anna-"

"I'll take the fall for this," Anna turns away, diamond gripped tight in her fist, "so you don't have to."

The word no leaves Elsa in one long scream as the elevator doors fly open and a dozen gun barrels confront them. Down! Down! The voices holler.

"Sorry," Anna whispers. She squeezes in one last hug, shaking with heartbreak and unfulfilled dreams.

I guess we weren't meant to be together.

The urgency of her embrace drags a gasp from Elsa's lungs, before a scream as Anna's dragged to the ground. In that split second, as the diamond clatters across the steel decking, Elsa finally understands its moniker. Her chest aches as Anna's manhandled into a van. Her sister's last furrowed glance still pleading for a life with her - before she's shut out forever. Elsa doesn't even register the pain of being handcuffed, shoulders creaking as she's hauled into another police van. Nor the officer's deadpan voice.

"Ma'am, you're under arrest for suspicion of grand larceny. You have the right to-"

"Oh shut up!" Elsa screams at him.

"Fine."

The door slams, leaving Elsa alone with her heartbreak. Fat tears rolling off her cheek and splotching on the ground. It's all a mistake, this life she's chosen. And she'd dragged her sister into this, with no one to blame but herself. The van rumbles off, and she ponders breaking from the rear window. For what? They'd probably separate them forever. No chance of seeing Anna's smile again. The thought torments Elsa's soul more than any sentence a judge could pass on her.

Lost in her thoughts, Elsa doesn't even register the van's sudden halt - or the paunchy figure standing beside her until she speaks.

"Toldcha' I'd send you away," Gerda sniggers.

Elsa bolts from her seat, hitting her head on the metal roof, "Fuck! Jesus, Gerda - couldn't you have knocked first?"

"Oh, you know, manners are lost on me," Gerda answers, sitting across Elsa. Her wrinkled hands extend a key.

"No, I'm fine by myself, thank you very much," Elsa retorts. She single-handedly retrieves a needle from beneath her sleeve and picks the handcuffs in seconds.

"There, see?" Elsa tosses the unlocked cuffs at Gerda, "Didn't need your help."

"God, you're really as stubborn as ever."

Elsa overturns her palms, "Who do you think I learned it from?"

There's a pause as Gerda looks into Elsa's eyes, "I don't know if I should be proud of this-."

"Well, I'm not asking you to be proud of me," Elsa wipes her tears, before looking away.

She shifts next to Elsa and loops an arm around her shoulder, "Oh come here, you."

All of Elsa's fears dissolve into one long sigh as Gerda hugs her close.

"I don't know what you've got going on with your sister that makes you want to pursue this kinda life," Gerda whispers into Elsa's hair, with a tremble in her cheeks, "but goddamn - could I not be prouder of having raised the two of you."

Elsa ponders her words, wishing it's enough to mend the crack in her heart. She feels the wound closing. Only by a bit.

"Thanks, mom."

"Now get outta here," Gerda chides, "say hi to dad for me. He's in Bolivia or something. Fighting the drug lords."

There's a notable apprehension in Elsa's hands as she gives Gerda one last squeeze. Standing at the exit, she hears Gerda clear her throat.

"You're forgetting something," Gerda reminds her, roll of duct tape held aloft with a finger.

"Oh - now you're making me look like a monster," Elsa complains. Despite this, she complies with Gerda's request - and she's back out into the night air. The van's parked in a nondescript, empty parking lot. Elsa finds herself hotfooting it away from the mall, away from any buildings. Perhaps it's some macabre coincidence, or some force of magnetism that draws her in. But she wanders onto that same overpass where they met a week ago. Bit of smeared ketchup on the concrete still dull-red against the streetlights.

A sigh leaves her throat, followed by a sob. Forehead pressing in her palm. There aren't even any passing trucks at this hour to distract her. All at once her heart is ready to disintegrate again. She imagines Anna in the same cell she was in a week ago. Cold and lonely - with only the walls to curse at and memories to torment her. The thought sends another tear down her cheek. Guilt consumes Elsa's soul. She shuts her eyes and tries to fight off breaking down in the middle of nowhere, but her efforts leave her vulnerable to a shadow creeping closer.

"Boo!" Anna squeals.

Elsa shrieks and trips backward, flailing limbs caught by Anna's.

"Easy there - awfully jumpy for a master thief."

"Oh Anna," Elsa cries, pulling her into the tightest embrace she could muster, "I thought I lost you-"

"Ow, ow," Anna complains, patting her sister's back, "ok, I can't breathe - you can let go now."

"But how?" Elsa asks, cradling her sister's face, "The police and everything-"

A pair of handcuffs strewn on the road answers Elsa's question, "Learnt from the best in the business. Remember all those tricks you made me rehearse repeatedly?"

"Well it's not like we have a choice anymore," Elsa bemoans, clutching her head, "they've taken the diamond. And I promised Kristoff."

Anna frowns for a second, before her voice trickles to a whisper, "Check your left boot."

Lost in her emotion, the sensation of a hard nub pressing against her ankle hadn't even registered in Elsa's senses. She pulls out the stone, and her lungs struggle to contain the heaving excitement bursting through her chest.

"What is this?"

"I swapped a polymer replica when we hugged at the lift," Anna smirks, "t-they're probably. Well they're definitely gonna be looking for us now."

Elsa rips a jeweller's pen from her pocket; a miniaturised detector for testing diamonds. Her hands tremble as she presses it to the stone, shaking even more violently when it beeps green.

"Oh god Anna, you're the most conniving, sneakiest, devilish girl I've ever met," Elsa exclaims, before lurching forward and lifting Anna up in a spin, "and I love you for this!"

"Ok, ok, put me down!" Anna pleads, "They're coming for us! I can already hear the sirens!"

The exhilaration injects a new surge of energy into Elsa's being. She darts her eyes left and right, before settling on the gas station, "Alright, we'd better get out of here."

Elsa's feet brace for a sprint, only for a hand to snag her elbow. A firm tug. Elsa whirls around on her feet to the warm breath of Anna's connecting with hers. The kiss is so sudden, and intense, that it wipes the thrill of their score clean from her mind. She can feel Anna's lips curling into a smile against hers, and that soft voice floating into her ears.

"That was totally worth the wait."


Lost in the hazy space between waking and dreaming, Elsa's eyes flutter open. A frigid, misty wind tickles the bare skin of her spine, but the cold doesn't bother her. She makes out a Llama flock grazing beneath the cliff, a precipitous, foggy drop from the rear porch of her cabin. The sight makes her swallow, but the warm pair of hands massaging her shoulders lulls her back to sleep on the bench.

"I felt your heart skip a beat just there," Anna teases, "you sure you're not afraid of heights anymore?"

"I am," Elsa slurs, reaching behind just so she can hold Anna's head close to hers, "I just feel so safe whenever you're with me."

The breath catches in her throat as she feels a warm breath between her shoulder blades. The trembe spreading through her chest steadied by a hard nub dragging down her spine. Heat tingles her core, and she tilts her head back at Anna.

"You're using that thing again, aren't you?"

"Mhm," Anna breathes into the nape of her neck, "it's not like we have it for much longer."

The diamond ends up somewhere along the dip of Elsa's tailbone, and by then it's enough to send her teetering over the edge. She turns over on the bench, before dragging Anna's head down for a kiss. The raw hunger behind Elsa's lips isn't lost on Anna.

"Careful now," Anna whispers, grazing the stone against her lips, "if I drop this down the cliff, you're getting it back for us."

For a moment, the delicate breath against her neck makes Elsa forget. She grasps the girl's head to herself. Red hair tangled between her slender fingers. A soft moan escapes her throat - and Anna snickers.

"Getting carried away, aren't we?"

The sight of Anna's eyes swimming into her blurry vision ships her back to reality, "When's Kristoff coming to collect the stone again?"

"Half an hour - we should hear his truck coming," Anna whispers, before dipping her head down for another kiss, "which means we have all the time in the world for some fun-"

Anna's head travels further south, leaving delicate, wind-soaked kisses along each spot. The burgeoning hunger within Elsa manifests in one long moan, but a harness still tethers her back.

"He's gonna walk in on us-"

The girl giggles. Her hands travel further down still. Their noses touch. Eyelids flutter shut. Lips connect in a breath of longing, dissolving every hesitation and apprehension about their destiny together.

Sisters. Thieves. Lovers.

"Oh, Elsa - I think some things are worth the risk."