Frozen belongs to Disney

Chapter 15

One hand on her elbow, the other loosely covering her mouth, Elsa paced back and forth in front of the television.

"Why all of a sudden? What changed?" she thought. "Should I call her and ask?"

She turned around and walked back towards the foyer.

"No, that would just be weird, plus you might ruin the whole thing. What if she changes her mind and cancels? You can wait until Friday, can't you? Then you'll have something to talk about over dinner," she thought.

She turned around and paced back towards the bedroom.

"But you swore you wouldn't get close to anyone anymore. Why did you ask her out? What if you hurt her like you did Ariel? What if this time, it's worse than a patch of frostbite and half a kidney?" she thought.

She took a deep breath and attempted to calm herself down.

"Getting worked up will only make things worse. Maybe you can control it now," she thought. "Maybe this time, it won't go bad."

She stopped, sat down on the bed, and looked up at her reflection in the dark flatscreen. Worry creased her forehead, and she forced her muscles to relax, to smooth them out.

"It's just a date. It's nothing, really. Just dinner," she thought.

She closed her eyes and replayed the conversation from the rooftop in Maine in her mind for what felt like the twentieth time.

Anna skated another puck handling drill in the dim light of half of the rink's halogens. Alone on the ice, the cut of her blades and tap of her stick echoed around the rink as she weaved around cones and hopped over sticks set as obstacles. They could still make the playoffs without Elsa, but they would have to win most of their remaining games. It wasn't impossible, but only if she was at her best. She glanced up to see someone watching her run through drills, coach Westergard. She flipped the puck up on her stick and lobbed it towards the bucket, but it missed and skittered down the ice.

"Oh well," she thought as she skated over.

"Putting in a few extra sessions?" he asked as she approached.

"Yeah, some big games coming up," she said. He nodded, and looked like he was going to say something more, but the rest of the lights in the rink flipped on with series of loud snaps. "Crap, is it eight already?" Anna asked.

Westergard checked his watch.

"Just about," he replied.

"Crap crap crap," she said as she skated around and kicked all of the obstacles over to the bench, then threw them into the corner. She stripped down, showered, changed, lugged her hockey bag up through the wintry cold to her dorm, traded it for her bookbag, and headed straight down to class. By the time she caught her breath and her hair thawed out, her thoughts had again turned to her upcoming evening with Elsa. They hadn't spoken all week, but every time Anna recalled what she'd done, how she'd taken the leap and all but told Elsa to ask her out, butterflies flipped around her stomach and her limbs tensed up. Skiing had been fun. The car ride back the following morning had been fraught with nervous but excited energy. Aside from the interlude with Hans showing up at Punzie's cabin, the entire weekend had been amazing.

Anna blinked at the sound of closing books and rustling papers. Chairs scraped against the floor as she struggled to recall the last few minutes of class.

"Crap," she thought as she gathered up her books. She'd have to ask for class notes from someone, again.

Her butterflies multiplied and spread all through the day. At afternoon practice, her hands shook and her heart raced, even when she wasn't skating.

"She hasn't even told me where we're going," she thought. "Maybe the surprise is partly the point."

By the time the final whistle blew, all her thoughts were consumed with the looming date. She showered and stuffed her equipment in her bag again, then hiked back up to the dorm, this time in pitch darkness, interspersed with lamp posts and lit windows. Small groups of students laughed or shouted; the campus was alive with Friday night festivities, but Anna had thoughts only for her evening out, somewhere.

She took another shower up at her dorm where she had all her things and she could take her time, then, skin rosy from the scalding water, she returned to her room. She didn't own any fancy clothes, and figured it would be more or less casual anyway, so she had laid out her nicest pair of jeans and her favorite striped polo shirt, with a deep green sweater over the top so the collar peeked out, to 'bring out her eyes'. She put her hair in the usual pigtails, but with a white ribbon strung through one braid for extra individual style. With twenty minutes to go until eight o'clock, she put on a touch of eyeliner and of course, the hockey stick earrings Elsa had gifted her. She wished she owned something other than her patched-up sneakers, but she still hadn't saved enough to spring for a new pair of shoes. Instead, she drew a series of multicolored hearts and stars on the duct tape in a pathetic attempt to spruce them up.

"Elsa will understand," she thought. She hoped.

She sat down at her desk, plugged in her phone to ensure it was fully charged, and tried not to stare at the door or the time as she drummed her fingers on the tabletop. At exactly eight o'clock, two soft knocks sounded against the wood, and despite expecting it, Anna nearly leapt out of her seat. She crossed the floor, paused with her hand over the lock, then turned it with a click and pulled the door open. An involuntary gasp filled her; Elsa stood a few inches taller than usual, her hair pinned up in some kind intricate bun, face fully made up, including eyeshadow and deep red lipstick. The curve of her shoulders lay uncovered by a black cocktail dress, and glittering earrings dangled from both ears, matching a bracelet on one wrist. Her hands were folded in front of her, nails painted bright red, and held a dark blue clutch. Anna stepped back to let her in, and realized she needed to close her mouth. Stilettos clicked as Elsa entered on cream-colored strapped heels.

"You were nervous about going on a date with a girl for the first time, but this… this isn't a girl; this is a woman," Anna thought as she shrank into herself. "Beautiful, sophisticated, demure, wealthy… and you're just a broke college kid."

"You look beautiful," Elsa said with a small smile.

"Ah, hahah, you look umm… beautifuller… oh God, I'm underdressed," Anna said.

She moved to her dresser and fumbled with her compact as Elsa stifled a chuckle.

"It's okay. If anything, I'm overdressed. I hope it's not too over the top," the blonde said as she smoothed the front of her dress.

"Oh no, I wouldn't change a thing," Anna said. She glanced at Elsa in the mirror, and her breath left her again. She blinked, then quickly applied a dash of blush and grabbed her only lipstick tube to smear some on her bottom lip, then mushed them together. "Okay, let's go!"

Anna locked her dorm and walked with Elsa down the steps and out the rear door. They earned a few glances from some of the other students in the common area, but nobody said anything. The shock of winter air hit Anna as she exited and held the door for Elsa, who smiled as she passed through. The black Porche chirped as its lights flashed, and Anna made a beeline for it, then ducked into the passenger seat, where she breathed deep the scent of new car and leather seats. Elsa stood in front of the car for a moment, then opened the driver side door and slid inside.

"I… was going to open the door for you," she said quietly.

"Oh," Anna said. She felt stupid for a second, then decided it was ridiculous. "Come on, it's me. You don't have to do all the… stuff. Let's just relax and have fun."

Elsa took a deep, deliberate breath, then smiled at her.

"Deal," she said. She leaned forward, to unstrap her heel, Anna realized, then started the car. As they pulled out onto the main road towards the highway, she stole glances at the cream-colored skin of Elsa's thighs as her dress rode up. Anna's heart slammed against her ribcage, hard enough she could feel her pulse in her neck. The thought of Elsa's naked leg, all the way down to her bare foot on the accelerator, sparked a warmth in her belly that quickly spread south and ignited an insistent tingling between her legs.

"Oookay, she's really, really, hot," Anna thought. "Better say something, or this could get awkward."

"So, uhh-" she said, then coughed and cleared her throat as her voice came out huskier than she'd expected, "where are we going?"

"Dumont's," Elsa replied, "it's a fusion restaurant in Concord."

Anna nodded. She knew it by reputation; it was a nice place, the kind that didn't allow shorts in the summer. She hoped her sneakers wouldn't be a problem. They drove through Concord, to the edge of town, turned down a smaller side road, then past a manicured lawn to the small lot, and parked outside the restaurant. The engine rumbled to a stop and Anna got out first while Elsa reaffixed her heel, then the blonde stood up and locked the car with a chirp. Anna felt kind of rude that she'd gotten out of the car first, but Elsa didn't seem to mind as she held out one elbow.

"Shall we?" she said.

Anna grinned, linked up with Elsa, and they walked arm in arm towards the front door. A couple exited just as they entered, and they pushed their way through the foyer to the hostess' stand.

"Do you have a reservation?" the cheerful young brunette asked.

"Yes, Anderson?" Elsa asked. The hostess checked her list and checked something off.

"Right this way please," the she replied. Dim, diffuse lighting illuminated the restaurant, and several wooden frames held vines and potted plants to divide up the tables and give more privacy. Soft music piped in from unseen speakers as the hostess led them to a table by a window. A candle stood on white tablecloth, and it took a moment for Anna to realize it was electric.

"Today's soup is minestrone. Your server will be with you in a moment," she said.

"Thank you," Elsa said.

They took their seats, and as Elsa lay her napkin across her lap, Anna watched her for a few seconds and took in her appearance. Everything was flawless, from her skin, to her hair, not a strand out of place. Anna smiled, and was rewarded with a radiant return smile, one that she hadn't seen since New York. Elsa opened her mouth to speak, but a waiter in dark slacks and bowtie arrived with a plate of bread and a pair of glasses of ice water.

"Can I get you started with an appetizer?" he asked. They ordered soup to give them some time to peruse the menu, and Anna broke off a piece of bread.

"So, I have to ask, it's been on my mind all week," Elsa said. Anna, butter knife in hand, looked at her questioningly, and Elsa's voice dropped to a near-whisper as she leaned forward. "I thought you were straight."

"Oh," Anna said. She set the knife down and stared into Elsa's eyes, at the burning curiosity, plain as day. "Well… so did I. Until, I guess I figured… maybe I wasn't."

Elsa hung on to her every word as Anna's fingers fidgeted beneath the table.

"And then somehow I got it into my head maybe you liked me a little bit, so… I don't know. All I know is I really like spending time with you," she said. Her heart still pounded in her chest, but at least it didn't show, at least, she hoped it didn't show.

"Me too," Elsa replied. She paused for a second, then with a quick smile, buried her face in the drinks menu.

"Wine?" she asked.

"…I'm not twenty-one," Anna replied.

Elsa looked up and blinked, as if confused for a second, then nodded.

"Right," she said as she closed the menu and set it to the side. Anna chuckled and passed a dinner menu to her, but as she handed it over, she let her finger brush Elsa's for a split second. Elsa's eyes snapped to hers, and the blonde pursed her lips as if suppressing a smile, while Anna grinned mischievously. They went for light food; Elsa ate a small spring chicken dish, and Anna ordered a plate of ravioli, but she was so nervous she lost her appetite.

"So, looks like you're still in a playoff spot," Elsa said.

"For now," Anna said, "I think we can make it."

Elsa nodded.

"Sorry about… not playing," she said.

"Oh please," Anna said with a wave of her hand, "it's fine. You do what you need to do. It's not like you were supposed to be on the team anyway, so the way I figure, getting to play together for half a season was a bonus."

Elsa smiled.

"I heard what you said to Jess and Chloe up at the cabin. Thanks for standing up for me," she said.

Anna paused, and then she remembered telling Jessica off for wanting to tell Elsa to come back and play. Heat rose to her cheeks.

"Oh that? Yeah, they were way out of line. I mean it's not like I don't want you to come back and play, but it's totally up to you. I just can't believe they all just showed up uninvited," Anna said.

Elsa merely shook her head and shrugged helplessly, but even that simple motion set Anna's heart fluttering. For dessert they split tiramisu, then talked about movies for a bit. Anna spoke about Harry Potter and her disappointment with the most recent film, and segued into Twilight, Transformers, and Avatar, while Elsa, who rarely went to the movies, placed her chin on one hand and listened with rapt attention. Eventually, Anna felt like she was dominating the conversation, and she fell quiet.

Elsa smiled.

"Maybe we should go one day," she said.

"Yeah, that'd be fun," Anna said. Elsa nodded, then asked for the check.

"Let me pick up the tip?" Anna asked.

"Absolutely not," Elsa replied with a knowing smirk as she scribbled a few numbers, then slipped her credit card into the leather holster and handed it back to the server. Elsa's heels clicked on the concrete and asphalt as they walked arm in arm back to her car, then they pulled out onto the main road back through Concord.

"That was fun," Elsa said.

"Yeah," Anna replied. It had gone far too fast for her liking. She stared out the window at the passing street lights.

"I'm… I don't really feel like driving back to campus just yet," Elsa said. Anna sat up straight.

"Me either. Any idea what we could do?" she asked. Elsa smiled.

"Here," she said as she fished out her phone with one hand while keeping her eyes on the road, "see if you can find something that's still open."

It took a moment for Anna to figure out how to work the smartphone, and then she was scrolling through possible nearby activities.

"Bar, bar, club… I don't really want to go clubbing," Anna said. Elsa shook her head in agreement.

"Ugh, nothing's open, this has got to be the most boring state capital in the entire country," Anna said.

Elsa smirked.

"We could head to my hotel," she said, and then her eyes widened, "I mean.. not like that. Not to do anything, but there's a pub… and the concierge might have an idea-"

"Let's go," Anna said. Elsa made the next right, and apparently, they were driving right past her hotel, because they pulled into the parking lot and walked into the lobby less than three minutes later. Anna glanced at a dark corner of the lobby, beneath a 'concierge' sign and behind a 'closed' sign, while Elsa looked around.

"We could go to the pub… oh, right, not twenty-one," Elsa said. "It's so ridiculous, I thought this was supposed to be the land of the free."

Anna looked around the deserted lobby, but there was nothing, and then her gaze fell back to Elsa as she also cast her gaze about helplessly, and ended up facing Anna again.

"We could go to my room," Elsa said with a small wince, "Not… once again, we don't have to do anything, but we could watch a movie or-"

"Okay. I'm curious to see what it looks like, anyway," Anna said. She walked off towards the bank of elevators before she lost her nerve.

"You're going to Elsa's hotel room," she thought with a thick swallow. Anything could happen up there. "Am I ready for anything to happen? What if nothing happens, would that be even worse?"

Elsa, heart racing, led them to the governor's suite at the end of the hall, and unlocked the door with her key.

"Welcome to chez Elsa," she said as she pushed into the entranceway.

"Whoa," Anna said. Elsa paused to remove her shoes, but the heel straps took longer and by the time she had gotten the first one off, Anna had already slipped out of her sneakers and padded into the small living room.

"So, this is where you stay," she said as she looked around.

"Yes," Elsa said as she followed the redhead in.

"Did you ever think about living on campus?" Anna asked as she picked up a small decorative jar set on a shelf, then returned it.

"I'm… not very comfortable around a lot of people," Elsa said as she shifted her weight. "Plus, it's quieter here, easier to study. And… room service."

Anna smirked and nodded.

"Oh hey, we're the same height again," she said. She was trying to act casual, but Elsa could practically feel the tension rolling off of her.

"We don't have to do anything," Elsa said. "We can just watch a movie or… chat, I guess."

She winced internally.

"Okay… what did you want to talk about?" Anna asked.

"Uhh," Elsa said.

"You really should have had something prepared," she thought, "that goes double for post-dinner. You should have just let the date end, now you're stuck in limbo. Good job."

"Did you really have fun tonight?" she asked.

Anna smiled and shrugged one shoulder.

"Yeah, of course," she replied, but then her smile faded, and Elsa crossed her arms under her gaze. "You don't… I'm not… I'm not acting."

Elsa's eyebrows came together in confusion.

"What?" she asked.

"I'm not doing this to try and get you back on the hockey team. I don't care about that, I swear," Anna said.

"I… I never said, I don't think that-"

"Come on, not even a little?" Anna said as she slipped her hands into her jeans pockets. Elsa paused, her mouth slightly open, and the realized her silence must have spoken for her, because pain marred Anna's features.

"Oh no, she thinks you're questioning her motives. Quick, do something reassuring!" she thought as she uncrossed her arms and took a half-step forward, but her brain short-circuited.

"You heard what I said up in Maine… how can I convince you?" Anna asked as she took a step forward. Then, without warning, she reached over, snatched Elsa's hand, placed it on her chest, pressed it against the threads of her sweater.

"No no no!" Elsa thought as her eyes widened in alarm. She tried to pull her hand back, but Anna held it tight… then she felt it.

Thump, thump, thump…

The racing of Anna's heart, right beneath her fingers, beneath her open palm, the same palm that had betrayed her in the past. Any mishap now, with her hand pressed against Anna's beating heart, would surely be fatal. At the same time, it felt so unbelievably good to touch her, really touch her, to feel the swell of her breast, even beneath layers of clothing.

"Do you feel that? There's not an actor in the world who can fake that," Anna whispered. The tears in her eyes tore at Elsa's soul, and, mouth still open in shock, she nodded.

"Stay calm, don't let it out," she thought as she held her breath. She attempted to lose herself in Anna's beautiful teal eyes, glassy with moisture, and studied the flecks of gold, the reflection of the hotel room lamps.

Thump, thump, thump…

Elsa swallowed, and Anna released her hand. The blonde quickly turned away and, hands shaking, opened the small fridge.

"Drink?" she asked as she pulled out a bottle of wine.

"Please," Anna replied.

"Oh my god, that was so dangerous. You need to calm down. Please, let this take the edge off a little bit," Elsa thought.

She unscrewed the cap and poured a pair of glasses, then held one out to Anna. They clinked, and Elsa took a large sip, enough to wet her mouth and then some; the semi-dry shocked her taste buds and she swirled her glass. Anna set hers on the table, a third of it already gone; her eyes locked on to Elsa, and flicked around, taking her in.

"You're beautiful," Anna said.

"I'm a monster," Elsa thought.

"You're beautifuller," she replied with a small smile. Anna laughed at that and let out a small snort. She covered her mouth in shock, then they both burst out in giggles.

"Good, that's better," Elsa thought as she took another sip. The momentary danger had passed, and they were laughing again. Then Anna stepped forward and put her arms around her to pull her into a hug. Elsa's hands closed into fists and she touched Anna's back with her forearms. This close, Anna's breaths ghosted against her ear, and she closed her eyes to breathe in the scent of strawberry flavored conditioner.

"Do you remember Alice's party?" Anna whispered. Snow under the lights. Anna's lips on her neck. Pressing herself against Anna's leg. A wave of arousal shot straight down to her toes and back up to her head, and her knees felt about to buckle.

"How could I forget?" she whispered.

Then she felt it, a soft touch against her neck as Anna's lips brushed, barely a feather touch at first, then more deliberate.

"It's happening. I can't believe it's happening again," Elsa thought. She sighed and angled her head to give Anna better access, and her breath hitched. She pulled the redhead closer to her, pressed them together, body to body, as Anna trailed kisses up her neck to her jaw, then to the corner of her lips, then directly on her lips, and Elsa lost control. Her hands, still clenched shut, moved up to Anna's head as soft lips explored hers, and incandescent multicolored fireworks of desire exploded all throughout her body and mind. Anna pulled back sharply, and Elsa's eyes fluttered open. For a second, she saw something akin to sorrow or regret in Anna's expression, and she looked almost about to cry. Alarm shot through her; had she done something wrong?

"What? What happened?" Elsa asked.

"Nothing," Anna replied as she pressed their lips together again, then spoke quietly with their lips almost touching, her eyes half-lidded. "Nothing, I thought it would feel weird, but it doesn't. Elsa, it doesn't, it-"

She closed her eyes as they kissed again, fiercely, and Anna's tongue brushed against Elsa's lower lip. She opened her mouth to grant her access, and with it, a whole new world of sensations as Elsa's tongue first touched, then clashed with Anna's. The taste of her lips, her tongue, the remnants of wine, the sharp hint of her teeth behind, Elsa let Anna explore her mouth, then pressed back and entered hers, which elicited a soft whimper from her. The sound nearly drove Elsa out of herself, and she stepped forward, pressing Anna back a step, then two, until they bumped against the wall. They kissed there, with Anna pinned against it, and the redhead caressed her back as heat built between Elsa's legs, so intense she almost couldn't bear it. Anna's hand slid down, over her dress, and stopped, hesitant. Elsa pulled back a few inches; her lipstick had smeared across Anna's face and she was sure hers didn't look much different. Anna's fingers trailed lightly over the curve of her butt.

"You can grab my ass," Elsa whispered. Anna hesitated for a second, and then fingers dug deep, and Elsa moaned as she leaned forward again to lock lips with her crush.

"Anna wants me. She wants me too," Elsa thought. She could scarcely believe it, but the proof was in the fingers currently digging into her rear, pulling her in tight, and in the tongue dancing with her own. She desperately wanted to cup Anna's cheek, to run her hands through her hair and over her arms, across her stomach, her breasts, but she dared not unclench her hands. Instead, she moved to Anna's ear to lick the outer edge and give her tiny nibbles, all the way down to the earrings she had gifted her. A passionate moan escaped Anna, and she clutched her arms around Elsa.

"Bedroom?" Anna whispered.

Elsa nodded, and they moved around the corner. Anna pulled her sweater up over her head, revealing a polo shirt underneath, and Elsa carefully unclasped her earrings and set them on the desk. She glanced up to see Anna fidgeting with the bottom of her shirt as she licked her lips.

"If you're not comfortable…" Elsa said.

Anna shook her head.

"I am, I just…" she said, then glanced around the room and swallowed.

"She's completely new to this. You're going to have to lead," Elsa thought.

As soon as she realized what she had to do, a sense of calm washed over her. She stepped forward, hooked her thumbs through the loops of Anna's jeans, and tugged her backwards until she bumped up against the bed and sat down.

"We can stop any time," Elsa said.

Anna nodded.

"I don't want to," she said.

"Me either," Elsa breathed. She knelt down to hook her fingers around the top of one sock and slid it off. Anna hadn't painted her nails, and Elsa found it endearing. She placed her lips on the top of Anna's foot to plant a soft kiss there, then removed her other sock, repeated the action, and stood. She leaned forward, causing the top of her dress droop just a little bit, and relished in satisfaction as Anna's eyes flicked downward.

"She's checking me out," she thought, as if she needed more proof of the redhead's attraction.

Elsa lifted the bottom of Anna's shirt, to untuck it from her jeans. The redhead got the hint and pulled it up over her head, then tossed it off the side of the bed. Light freckles flecked her cream-colored skin all the way down to her waist. Elsa stepped forward and Anna leaned back, then lay against the sheets. Elsa wanted nothing more than to press her hands against the swell of her breasts, even through her bra, but the danger gave her pause. Instead, she settled for pressing her body against Anna's flat stomach; her dress was thin enough the heat from warm skin bled through, and despite wanting to focus on Anna, she couldn't stop herself from grinding her sex against Anna's jeans for a few seconds. With one leg on the bed and one foot on the floor, Elsa nudged upwards and kissed Anna's collarbone, then trailed her lips over the curve of her bosom, then down the upper edge of her bra. Anna squirmed, managed to get her hands behind her, and unhooked the clasp. The undergarment came loose, straps slipped from one shoulder, then the other, and her breasts lay bare, pink nipples taut with arousal. Elsa wasted no time, laying her cheek against one, then shifting to circle Anna's areola with her tongue and flicking against her nipple before drawing it into her mouth. She licked and sucked while Anna's nails dug into the pinned hair on the back of her head, as Elsa focused first on one nipple, then dragged her tongue across the valley to the other.

"Elsa… please," Anna said. Elsa drifted lower as she kissed, over Anna's ribcage to her toned stomach.

"Mmm," she said as she dipped below her navel, "pants."

Anna's hands went to the rivet at the top of her jeans, and as she shimmied out of them, Elsa stood up to lift her dress over her head. Her own breasts fell free just as Anna's jeans hit the floor, and Elsa's dress crumpled in a pile next to them. She made eye contact with Anna, who gave her the smallest of nods, hooked her fingers around the edge of her panties, then lifted her hips enough to slide them down to her knees. Elsa took over and slid them the rest of the way, over Anna's pointed toes. Rather than set them on the floor with the rest of their clothing, she tossed them to the ledge beneath the television. Anna lay bare before her, eyes pleading, and she nodded again.

"Pillow," Elsa said, and Anna reached behind her to grab one, then handed it over. Elsa set it on the floor to kneel on, then leaned and beckoned Anna closer. The redhead slid down towards the foot of the bed, and Elsa nudged her legs so both feet rested near the edge of the bed, with her thighs spread and knees up. Elsa chanced a pair of fingers to spread Anna's swollen folds, glistening with moisture beneath a patch of deep red curl. The blonde paused for a second then bent to her task. She started at Anna's knee, kissing and nibbling all the way up her inner thigh, then moved to the other knee. Elsa paused above the moist slit, then leaned forward some more and kissed just below Anna's navel. The redhead let out a groan of frustration, and Elsa grinned. She ran her tongue down the juncture between her groin and thigh, then over warm, soft flesh until she encountered tangy fluids, Anna's taste. Her own heat had long ago spread between her legs, and her groin tingled in time with her heartbeat, but she denied herself for now, at least until Anna had had her fill. Elsa took her time, searching until she found the hood and the sensitive treasure beneath. Anna gasped and her thighs flinched as Elsa smiled into her. She allowed the little sensual gasps and moans of pleasure from Anna to guide her as she swirled her tongue around her entrance, then flicked against her clit. She looked up see her lover's back already arched, hands clutching the bedsheets. Oh, how she wanted to use her hands, to caress her stomach, her breasts, her thighs, for her fingers to be enveloped by slick, hot walls, but she kept them firmly on the mattress. It was Anna whose fingers found her head and tangled with her hair, pulling her closer.

"Please… please Elsa," Anna said, and the soft gasps and mewling nearly drove Elsa mad. She wanted to focus fully on Anna but almost on its own, her hand came off the mattress and dipped beneath the waistband of her underwear, past her own golden curl, to drag warm moisture up. She matched the movement of her tongue with her fingers on herself, and drove them both higher. Her orgasm approached, and she worried she would get there before Anna, but then the redhead's legs shifted as she spread her thighs as wide as she could, and her feet came to rest on Elsa's arms. Then the cadence of Anna's breaths changed, her legs spasmed, fingers gripped Elsa's hair, and she let out several insistent, breathy pants with her climax. Elsa slowed down, matching Anna as she descended the peak, until she lay spent, panting, legs akimbo. She managed to prop herself up on her elbows and looked down at Elsa, who smiled at her.

"Oh my God," Anna said between breaths. Then she blinked.

"Oh. Let's switch spots," she said. Elsa paused. Her braid had come unpinned at some point, thanks to Anna's fingers, and now hung down over one shoulder. She recalled Ariel, how daring she used to be when she held her head and ran her fingers through her hair as she went down on her. Now, there was no way she would risk her hands being anywhere near Anna.

"Um… let's try another position, okay?" Elsa asked. Anna grinned and nodded. "Scoot back, where the pillow used to be," Elsa said. As Anna slid back along the bedsheets, Elsa stepped out of her underwear. She noted the darker blue patch where moisture had seeped into it, then folded it once and tossed it to the ledge next to the television, right next to Anna's. She turned around to see Anna looking comfortable with her hands folded and legs crossed, but as Elsa crawled up onto the bed and towards her, the redhead spread her thighs as if to welcome her. That simple action almost had her burying her face in her folds again, but instead, she slid up farther, to kiss Anna's stomach, then breasts, then her lips as she pressed their bodies together, stomach to stomach, breast to breast. Elsa broke the kiss, then continued moving forward, allowing her nipple to barely brush against Anna's lips as she passed. She planted her hands at the top of the headboard and pulled herself up, straddling Anna's torso.

"Do you trust me?" she asked, and Anna, her eyes fixed on Elsa's sex, nodded. Elsa carefully arranged her thighs to straddle Anna's face. With her hands gripping the top of the head board, any accidents would be well away from Anna, and she could still look down and make eye contact. Anna maneuvered an inch or two to put herself in a better spot, then Elsa slowly lowered herself until Anna's tongue slid against her entrance. The redhead reached around to grab her ass and pulled her down, tighter, and pure, molten pleasure spiraled out from Elsa's core to envelop her entire being. She threw her head back as Anna's tongue explored her folds, then jolted as she came in contact with her clit. Her mouth opened, and sharp breaths gave way to panting sighs of ecstasy. One hand left her rear, and she glanced over her shoulder to see Anna playing with herself, just as she had done. The realization drove her to new heights, and she abandoned any sense of restraint as she ground herself down on Anna's face. The redhead seemed to relish in it, moaning into her groin, and the vibration set Elsa's entire body quivering and convulsing. She dug her nails into the headboard and looked down into Anna's face, her eyes locked on Elsa's breasts as they swayed above her. A hand slid around her back and undid the band holding her braid in place, and she released the headboard for a moment to shake it out, to let her golden locks fall across her back. Anna's hand, now sporting the hair tie around her wrist, slid up Elsa's belly to tweak her nipple, and as her climax approached, she stared into Anna's eyes, as if she could will her to come along with her. Anna's movements became erratic, and she convulsed beneath Elsa a second time.

"I'm so close," Elsa thought with a hint of frustration, but Anna recovered quickly, flicking against her clit and now running her nails across both of Elsa's nipples. Months of observing Anna from afar, to talking, to playing together, of trying and failing to keep her distance, of staying platonic on their road trips, all gathered together like water against a door. The barricade to completely losing herself shuddered, then burst open in a flood of release. The world exploded around her, vision tunneled, and she lost sense of everything, even her own name; the universe narrowed to only the golden, molten joy of her orgasm, brought by the redhead between her thighs, as they made love for the first time after so much agonized, pent-up longing. Slowly, she became aware of her own passionate sighs, then looked up to her hands as she released the headboard; not a patch of ice in sight. She breathed in relief, then looked down to Anna and half-smiled, half-gasped as her tongue slipped in one last, full lick from bottom to top. Elsa, her limbs like jelly, carefully shifted towards the center of the bed, and Anna sat up against the headboard. A small patch of moisture marred her cheek, from her orgasm, Elsa realized, and she leaned closer to wipe it with the back of her finger, then kiss it away.

"How was that?" Anna asked.

Elsa nearly laughed in disbelief.

"Amazing," she replied, "you?"

Anna nodded, then pulled back the sheets to slide under. Confused at first, because why would she want to hide such a perfect, athletic body, Elsa realized Anna must have grown cold. She pushed her pillow over so Anna could use it, then retrieved the other from the bottom of the bed and tossed it next to Anna's. She walked naked to the living room and gave Anna an over the shoulder glance as she rounded the corner.

Anna's heart fluttered again as Elsa sent her a sultry glance. It was almost like she was another person. Normally reserved and quiet, the sight of her, freed platinum blonde hair cascading down her back, coming completely undone above her replayed in Anna's mind.

"And I did that do her. Holy crap, that was… unbelievable," she thought as she pulled the sheets up to her chin, "…holy crap, what did I just do?"

She'd been taught it was a profane act. A hint of guilt leeched into her. It wasn't that they weren't married, she hadn't cared about that since her first time with Hans, but this was different; they were both girls. But it felt so perfect, so right. The awareness of her nudity, having faded while making love, started to return, and she crossed her ankles beneath the sheets. Elsa returned with the glasses and wine bottle, and even though she'd just gotten off, twice, Anna felt tingling begin anew between her legs. Elsa leaned forward slightly to set Anna's glass on the night table and topped her off, and Anna, feeling somewhat like a pervert, couldn't help but stare at Elsa's still-hardened nipples as they swayed ever so slightly with her movements. Her skin was even fairer than Anna's, as if she'd never seen the sun, her areolae an even lighter shade of pink. Elsa took a sip of wine, joined Anna beneath the covers, then smirked at her as she nestled closer and slid an arm around her midsection. Just like earlier though, Anna realized Elsa's hands were closed, that she wasn't using her fingers to touch her. Anna used her own hand to stroke Elsa's back, and she was rewarded with a peaceful smile.

"Why do you do that?" she asked.

"Hmm?" Elsa asked.

"You always close your hands, and you like… freaked out when I put your hand on my chest earlier," Anna said.

Elsa's arm stopped moving and she pulled back with something akin to panic in her icy blue eyes.

"I… I um…" she said, and then she crossed her arms across her chest, drew her knees up in a partial fetal position, and bit her lower lip.

"What?" Anna thought.

"Hey, hey, it's okay," she said, and she scooted closer to Elsa. She slid one hand beneath the pillow under her head and the other around her to pull her into a close hug. "You don't have to answer… if it's something personal or… whatever it is, if you don't want to say, I get it. It's okay."

Elsa's slight frame struck Anna. Suddenly, she was so small, both in stature and presence, and the contrast to how she'd been just a few minutes earlier, riding her face to completion, speared Anna in the gut. She'd touched on something important, she was sure, but it was raw, something Elsa didn't want to think about, so Anna shushed her and caressed her until she relaxed.

"Sorry. It's not something I can really talk about," Elsa said. Anna nodded.

"It's okay, forget I asked," she said. Elsa nodded, then stretched out again to let one foot rest against Anna's. Anna lifted her wrist and touched the black hair tie around her wrist against the glittering, delicate bracelet still adorning Elsa's.

"Meep," she said.

Elsa smiled, then chuckled, closed her eyes, and rested her forehead against Anna's. They lay like that for some time, with Anna stroking Elsa's back, then brushing her bangs away from her face.

"What happens now?" she whispered.

"Now?" Elsa said with her eyes closed, "we could go to sleep." She opened one eye and smiled.

"I meant… what happens now, with us?" Anna asked. "Are we… exclusive?"

Elsa opened both eyes and looked at her in confusion, then realization dawned on her features, and she smiled softly.

"Yes, we're exclusive," she said. Anna sighed and smiled, then kissed her on the lips, slowly, serenely. They were so incredibly soft, and her skin so smooth, nothing like Hans or Kristoff, that Anna felt she could kiss her all night without ever growing tired. Eventually they slowed to a few chaste pecks, and Anna ran her fingers up and down Elsa's arm.

"So I guess you're… bisexual?" Elsa asked.

Anna thought about it for a moment.

"I don't know," she replied, "why?"

Elsa opened her mouth, then paused.

"I shouldn't-" Elsa said, "I mean it's stupid, I-"

"Shh. It's okay, whatever it is, I won't judge," Anna said, "I mean, same as always, if you don't want to tell me you don't have to, of course, but-"

"I… I'm just, I don't know. I do like you. A lot," Elsa said, "and part of me is paranoid that… never mind, it's stupid."

Elsa bit her lip again, and Anna's thoughts swirled for a few moments as she mulled her words.

"You're worried that this is just a phase, or like… a college bisexual experience, or something," Anna said, her question stated as fact.

Elsa stared at her, almost in disbelief, then nodded slowly.

"I'm sorry," she said, "I know it's dumb, but-"

Elsa fell quiet, and Anna thought about it for nearly a minute.

"I don't know," she said. "It's not like I'm hot for other girls, you know, like checking them out in the locker room or whatever. Not hot for guys either, for that matter. I guess it's just you."

Elsa raised an eyebrow.

"Just me?" she asked.

Anna nodded.

"That makes me what… Elsa-sexual?" she said with a grin. "Is that a thing? Whatever, it is now."

Elsa smiled.

"Elsa-sexual, huh," she said, then pulled Anna close and shut her eyes again, "in that case, I'm Anna-sexual."

"What?" Anna thought.

"R-really?" she asked.

Elsa nodded.

"Have been for months," she said.

"Months?" Anna thought. She held Elsa a little bit tighter as the blond drifted off to sleep first. Anna watched as her breathing deepened, and her visage grew even more peaceful. She reached behind her to find the switch for the light on the night stand, and to her surprise, all of the lights in the suite went out. In pitch darkness, she nestled back beneath the sheets and found a comfortable position, repeatedly ran her hand over Elsa's hip where there was a distinct lack of underwear, and replayed their lovemaking in her mind as she, too, drifted off.