Contains incest.

Suggested by Songbird Rider.

The sisters kissed, glowing from the pleasure they had just reached together. Upon the pillow beneath them, Elsa's blonde hair blended with Anna's red, blue eyes gazed into teal. They were twins, but they looked so different.

This had annoyed Anna at first. "I want to look like you!" she remembered she had said to her sister, one day while playing. She and Elsa were little and had owned two dolls who were twins, there was a picture book, too, about twin Princesses; those twins looked exactly the same, but Elsa and Anna didn't. "I want to have your pretty hair!"

"I'd rather look like you, Anna," Elsa had replied, smiling at her. "Your red hair is prettier."

"No it's not," she had insisted, and watched curiously as Elsa put down her doll and took hold of Anna's hand instead.

"We can't change how we look," Elsa had said, with wisdom beyond her years. "You have to love yourself, because I love you, Anna."

"I love you, too, Elsa!" Anna had hugged her then, knocking her sister down onto the soft rug in her enthusiasm, where they laughed together.

Anna had long since learned and accepted that she and her sister would always be different, and now she knew it was a good different. Even so, despite those differences, they shared many similarities; Elsa and Anna had the same freckles, same-sized hands and feet, the same heartbeat... Though they each used different hands to write, and Anna had many more freckles than her sister; Elsa's were faint, only on her cheeks.

Their appearances were not the only ways in which they differed, Anna and Elsa's personalities sometimes made them seem like total opposites. Elsa was calmer, quieter that her sister, she took a while to warm up and let herself go; Anna, however, was almost always active, and had a feisty temper. If Anna had a tantrum, no servants in the castle and not even her royal parents could pacify the Princess, only Elsa could cool her down again.

Yet there was never conflict or rivalry between them. The sisters shared all they had, always staying together like two halves of a whole. And it was still the same today.

Elsa turned her head on the pillow, nestling into her sister's ginger tresses, and breathed in. Anna's hair smelled of sunshine and summer days... She sighed with the scent's beauty and looked back into her sister's eyes, smiling.

Were Anna's eyes bluish-green or greenish-blue? Elsa never could tell, her twin kept that secret to herself. Anna bit her bottom lip, moving those mysterious eyes over all of Elsa's features.

"What are you thinking?" Elsa stroked her cheek, wondering that, although she and Anna shared everything, she could still not read her sister's thoughts.

"I love your smile," Anna murmured, running her fingertip over the curve of Elsa's lips. "But I won't get to see it if I kiss you."

The small distance between them closed, their mouths connected and Anna didn't mind because she could feel Elsa's smile on her lips. Those lips soon opened and the sisters began to both lose and find themselves in the wet entwining of their tongues, accompanied by soft moans of contentment.

Elsa and Anna were inseparable, they did everything together: playing and studying, eating and sleeping, bathing and dressing. They had done so for every moment of their lives, never letting anything come between them; not a single thing could pull the sisters apart.

They were eight when they found out Elsa was immortal.

Sneaking out to go sledding had seemed like a good idea at the time. Anna and her sister had dressed in their warm winter clothes and ran hand-in-hand to the mountains beyond the city. There they had found the best slopes to slide down on their little wooden sled, soaring through the snow together, feeling the thrill of almost flying, even more intense for each girl because she held her sister's hand, heard her happy shrieks in her ears.

Had it been their joyful cries that caused it? They never knew, because what came next was the most frightening experience of their young lives.

A rumble sounded in the distance, not thunder, too constant, and getting closer. They saw it then, an avalanche, like a huge white wave moving so quickly they didn't have time to think.

Frozen in fear, the sisters stood in its path. Given strength by she knew not what, Elsa pushed Anna out of the way just in time, to land in soft snow, sheltered by the broad trunk of a tree.

She curled up there until everything was still and silent. Anna searched for her sister, finding Elsa wasn't at her side as she had thought. She climbed up onto the bank of snow brought down from the mountain but saw no sign of Elsa's blonde hair or her blue coat.

Anna's eyes and heart showed her different things and she did not know which to believe. Her eyes told her that her sister was gone, destroyed like the remnants of their sled, smashed by the snow; her heart said Elsa was still there, though she could see no trace of her.

Anna waited. "Elsa?" she called uncertainly. Tears of confusion welled up in her eyes and flowed down her cold cheeks. She waited again.

A movement made her heart beat fast and it jumped in her chest when Elsa emerged from under the snow, covered from head to toe in whiteness. "Anna?" she gasped, stumbling towards her.

"Elsa!" Anna clung to her sister, her body was as warm as ever.

Once they had recovered enough to think and the initial fear had passed, curiosity arose in them both. The sisters were intelligent, inquisitive girls and it occurred to them that if a whole avalanche had not hurt Elsa, what else could she do? So they experimented.

Elsa didn't freeze, she put her bare foot into the icy fjord and held it there; she felt nothing. Elsa didn't burn, either, which they found out when she and Anna went back to the castle and to the library fireplace; the flames wouldn't burn her skin no matter how long Elsa held her hand in them.

They got the truth from their mother. The King and Queen had been frantic while the girls spent the day on their adventures. When they saw Anna and Elsa, held them and made sure they were all right, their relief lessened the surprise of what they heard.

The sisters explained where they had been and what they had done, when they asked why Elsa was unharmed, their mother replied with a whimsical smile. "I will tell you why," she said. "Elsa, you're not like the rest of us. Your Papa here is not your real father, your true father is a god. He chose me, saw me in the temple on the day the two of us got married..."

Elsa and Anna believed her; they had no reason not to, their mother was the kindest woman they knew, always showing unconditional love for her daughters in every way, treating them with a respect and equality that not many parents give their children. The girls saw the truth in her winsome blue eyes.

"It was an honour," her husband said. The King had waited for this day and planned what he would say when it came; sooner than he expected, yet he knew both Anna and Elsa were unusually intelligent for their age. "I still love you like my own daughter, Elsa. Nothing's changed." He hugged her and Anna together.

And nothing had changed. Elsa still saw him as her father, since her Divine one had not shown himself. The knowledge added something extra to her already wonderful family, but it was easy to forget; Elsa's half-Divinity did not show itself beyond healing cuts and scrapes a little faster, and maybe giving her a little more grace than her mortal sister.

Anna had always known Elsa was special, gifted with cleverness, creativity and beauty... It just made sense that she was half a goddess. Anna thought Elsa was amazing, and loved her so much. Elsa loved Anna, too, her red-haired sister, beautiful, charming and bold... To find out they were not full siblings did not alter that love: they were sisters bound by blood even so.

The two girls did not need to think what Elsa's immortality implied, they did not need to consider death and old age, distant threats that time would bring to separate them; they were young and loved, Elsa and Anna had everything and both were identical in their love for one another.

Anna opened her eyes when their kiss ceased, parting her lips from her sister's with a soft, moist sound. The sight her lids revealed was one of which she could never tire; Elsa's face close to hers, flushed and smiling, her golden lashes glinting.

How can someone so beautiful be my sister? Anna had often asked herself, until she did not question it anymore, simply accepted that Elsa was hers and she was Elsa's with an unutterable gladness.

Elsa had eyes as blue as the fjord in the morning sun, eyes that looked at her with pure adoration and enrapturement, sparking more of the same emotions from Anna. That Elsa would look at her this way, that Elsa let Anna touch her body... It was so amazing she just had to do it again, even if they were already touching. Her leg was draped over Elsa's and had been all through the embrace they shared in the warm haze after making love, letting her hold her sister closer. Now Anna wanted more.

She lowered her hand to stroke Elsa's naked skin, over the snow-white curves of her side, the sublimity of her waist and hips. Anna sighed with happiness at the feeling, the softness, the smoothness of Elsa's body, loving the mirth her own joy caused in her sister.

Leaning in, she kissed Elsa's face, lips pressing love onto her cheeks, rounded with her smile, her perfect nose, her noble brow. Anna stroked her own nose over that one bit of hair which always somehow ended up resting on her forehead, no matter what Elsa did with the rest of her tresses, whether she wore them in a braid, an elegant chignon or loose like they were now, cascading around her shoulders and down her back. And whatever Elsa did with her hair, those locks of lightest blonde looked lovely.

Elsa wrapped Anna in her soft and slender arms and guided her onto her back. Anna loved it when Elsa leaned over her like this, she loved it when Elsa kissed her this way, slowly moving her mouth on top of Anna's, encouraging her own lips to awaken in passion; Elsa traced them with her tongue before she pulled away.

The look her sister gave her was so tender, blue eyes under lowered lids, golden eyebrows softly angling upwards, lips curved in a half-smile. Elsa's touch was just as tender, her warm palm stroking Anna's shoulder, making her skin sing and a shiver of bliss run up her spine.

Anna soon had to look away from her sister's loving expression, she was distracted by another kiss. Elsa melded their lips together skilfully, drawing a sigh from Anna as she closed her eyes, renewing that connection, so deep and so sweet...

Their breasts pressed together when Elsa lowered herself, her thigh fitting between Anna's like it belonged there; the sisters shared the start of one of the most euphoric experiences possible: the heat and softness of two women's bodies joining, soulmates meeting in the flesh.

The sisters' beautiful bodies had blossomed together, but although Elsa was only older by mere minutes, Anna seemed and felt much younger for a time. She had bloomed later, as if a season behind her sister, yet she did not remain so for long and while she remained behind, Anna observed the changes in her sister's body with curiosity.

Elsa grew breasts, they grew so quickly and so full that soon her sister had to get new clothes and underwear. Anna liked to watch them bounce when she ran or jumped, and sneak glances at them when she and Elsa bathed or dressed or slept together naked. Elsa's breasts were soft and round, they pressed into Anna's chest when the two girls hugged, and sometimes she could feel her sister's nipples harden, which made her stomach do somersaults.

Anna watched Elsa become more beautiful each day. Her hips developed to curve and complete her flawless figure, and in between her sister's hips, where her thighs met, grew a patch of hair, a fine golden down, slightly darker than the hair on Elsa's head. When Anna had looked at Elsa then, she knew her sister was not a girl anymore but a beautiful woman in every way.

She admired the features of Elsa's form and waited - not always patiently - for her own to match, thrilling when she began to change, too. Anna compared her body with her sister's when they saw one another unclothed, looking at the shape and size of their feminine forms, content when she saw the same admiration in Elsa's eyes. They were still different - Elsa was taller, her breasts fuller, with skin as white as snow instead of freckled - yet Anna celebrated the unique young women she and her sister had become.

The rhythm of their bodies synchronised with womanhood. Elsa felt glad that Anna had joined her and loved the changes time had brought them; now her sister's lap was soft when she laid her head upon it, now their embraces were even softer. Elsa was united with her sister in the warmest love, but soon affection changed to something else. With a woman's body came a woman's needs.

Anna and Elsa had always loved each other, and they were sixteen when they discovered the depth of that love.

The sisters had undressed to go to bed, as always, and sat together before putting out the lights.

"Goodnight." Anna gazed at Elsa in the mellow lamplight.

"Goodnight, Anna," she replied, and leaned in to kiss her sister on the mouth, something they did every night, feeling somehow... safer, calmer after doing so.

That night, Anna had continued, trying something new, wanting to be closer. She held her lips there, kissing Elsa for longer than ever, and placed her hand on Elsa's thigh, the firm flesh wonderful under her fingers.

To her delight, Elsa returned the kiss, covering Anna's hand with her own, surrounding Anna's palm in her warmth, her mouth caressing Anna's just as fervently.

Both their mouths opened, sharing the wetness of each other, between Elsa's lips tasted sweet and Anna could have kept kissing her sister like that forever; from the hums of contented pleasure she heard, she knew Elsa felt the same.

Anna pulled back, her lips now moist, to see Elsa looking at her with half-lidded eyes, smiling, a blush beginning to colour her cheeks. She gently raised her hand to touch Anna's face, brushing her thumb over her sister's blushing cheek and the freckles Anna knew she adored.

The hand she had rested on Elsa's thigh was free and she stroked it up her sister's side, following it with her eyes as she moved up the wonder of Elsa's body.

Her sister sat there, bright with royal beauty. Anna had looked at her, yet never touched Elsa like this, and she wondered why she had left it until now to try, because Elsa seemed to enjoy it, a lot. Her blue eyes watched her sister's hand stroke over her hips and waist.

The sensation of Elsa's snowy skin was like heaven on her fingertips; the smoothness, the heat of her, feeling the movement of Elsa's breath and heartbeat, the subtle shift of her sister's muscles when she sighed and relaxed all made Anna's own heart thump faster.

Anna had wordlessly moved around to Elsa's back, glad both were so at ease that they did not need to speak, because there were no words to describe the loveliness of her sister.

Down her back hung Elsa's blonde braid, long enough to reach her waist. Elsa's braided hair was thick and luxurious, Anna wrapped a hand loosely around it, feeling the silky softness and the weight when she lifted it, draping it over Elsa's shoulder and out of the way.

Now she was free to run her fingertips all the way down her sister's spine, the pale and shapely plain of her back. Elsa sat up straighter and Anna felt her shiver, heard her sigh, and smiled to herself.

The curves of her waist and hips received Anna's caresses next, every area of her womanly flesh was perfectly smooth and Anna regretted once again that she had not tried this earlier, had lived all her life without knowing how wonderful it felt to touch the skin of her sister who was always by her side.

She returned her hands up Elsa's spine, pressing her palms flat against the back of her ribs, feeling her sister's slender figure, though she was far from fragile, Anna knew the power Elsa had been blessed with.

Lingering at her shoulders, Anna saw her sister smile and lean her head towards her hand, Elsa's expression one of pure bliss with closed eyes and flushed cheeks. A blush of pride arose on Anna's face, to have made Elsa feel so good by simply touching her skin, but she felt it, too; that what they were doing was more than just touching, they were connecting intensely, and they had only reached the beginning.

She moved around again, needing that connection she felt when seeing Elsa's face, and at the sight of her sister's eyes, now open and so very blue, Anna found some words that almost did her justice. "You're beautiful, Elsa."

Not breaking the contact of their skin, Anna leaned on Elsa's lap, feeling the hum of her voice in reply while she rested her hand upon her sister's pale white throat.

"Thank you."

She looked at Anna with adoring eyes, watching her slender fingers feel her elegant collar bones, tracing right down to her navel, dipping the tip of her finger into the small hollow, making Elsa grin with how much Anna admired her whole body.

Anna grinned back, and the sisters seemed to share all of their inner thoughts in smiles and glances, not needing words to express their love, and words would have lessened the wonder Anna felt, appreciating every sight and sound of their bodies together; the soft, smooth whisper of her fingertips on Elsa's skin, her sister's breath and her own.

She lowered her eyes and hands to the contours of Elsa's hips, equally lovely from this side of Elsa's body, and now Anna could see her sister's golden curls in the light. Bringing her fingers even lower, Anna brushed them just lightly enough to feel the short hairs between Elsa's thighs.

Her sister's breath shivered and she shifted her hips on the bed, then Anna retraced her hands' trail over Elsa's smooth stomach to feel its softness again, except now, her touch gave Elsa goosebumps. When Anna looked up, her sister's nipples had stiffened and protruded, pink as her blushing cheeks. Anna looked up some more and saw Elsa looking back, right into her eyes, and though they still didn't speak, she knew Elsa would not tell her to stop if she did what she desired to do right now, and that Elsa wanted it, too.

She touched her sister's breasts as she had yearned to do for years since they first appeared. Elsa's soft flesh filled her hands, swelling slightly through the gaps between her fingers. Unfamiliar feelings fluttering in her stomach, Anna cupped and lifted their soft warmth, squeezing gently while a hum passed Elsa's lips. Anna could sense her sister liked her touch very much.

Obeying her urges of curiosity, she pressed Elsa's nipples, hard against her fingertips, and the skin around them, velvet-soft when Anna stroked with circling touches.

"Anna..."

Her sister's voice broke the almost mesmerising bond that had joined them in the pleasure of touching and being touched this way. Anna felt Elsa's sighing breath on her brow and lifted her gaze to her sister's face, Elsa's blue eyes locking with hers the moment she did, her gold lashes lowered, her mouth open and her lips red. She glanced down from those beloved eyes and saw her own nipples had gone hard, too, and an ache awoke in them. "Do it for me," Anna said. Her hands left Elsa's heavenly breasts, with some reluctance, and settled on her shoulders instead, as Anna moved to straddle her sister.

Elsa brought her hands up to cup Anna's breasts when she lowered herself onto her lap, and her heartbeat quickened, spreading heat to every corner of Elsa's body, combining with the warmth of Anna on her hands and thighs. The sensations of her sister this close were simply sublime; her breath, her comfortable weight, her soft flesh...

Despite the tingling in her core and breasts, Elsa did not find it difficult to concentrate on discovering where and how Anna liked to be touched. Her sister's tender breasts yielded in her palms, the skin of Elsa's hands pale against her freckles, slender fingers searching for spots of sensitivity.

Anna had no idea how good it would feel, her sister's thumbs pressed down on her nipples, sending little shockwaves of pleasure from the stiffened flesh, like Elsa could do magic... To know this was what Elsa had felt when she did the same was just as amazing as the sensation itself, and a moan escaped from Anna's mouth, too loud and sudden for her to stop it.

While Elsa fondled her breasts, Anna could feel herself getting wet down below, between her legs; she wondered if Elsa felt it on her lap, wondered if Elsa's own womanhood felt wet because of what they were doing. Anna knew they could do more together, yet did not complain when Elsa's hands parted from her breasts, and her sister encircled Anna in her arms to hold her in a sweet embrace.

Instead, Anna kissed her, feeling that fluttering again as the warmth and softness increased between them, and Elsa kissed her back, deepening their caresses with every moment. She slipped her tongue between Elsa's lips, her sister's mouth yielding only too willingly; Elsa's tongue touched hers, sending Anna into an ecstasy of closeness she hoped they could reach again and again, forever.

But it was late and the young Princesses were tired. They let their speeding breaths and heartbeats slow and lay down to sleep, side by side and hand in hand.

And the next night, they had continued. The next night, they began to express their love in a way Elsa and Anna had never dreamed would be so wonderful, and a way they continued to do so ever since, as often as they could.

It had started with Elsa touching her sister the same way she had been caressed the night before. Anna lay on her stomach, sighing with the sensation of Elsa's soft fingers.

Elsa worshipped her body, she had looked forward to this all day, a time when she and Anna were alone together, remaining undisturbed in the privacy of their room, and she could show the same appreciation that Anna had shown her.

She ran her fingers down Anna's back, lingering at her hips and pressing her thumbs into her dimples, unique features that Elsa loved, yet they made her different from her sister, since she did not possess any herself.

Elsa's hands then passed over the curves of her backside, and she placed a kiss on each cheek, satisfied that she had shown her adoration of Anna's beautiful form for now, but Elsa wanted to return to the freckles on her sister's shoulders, which she had almost decided were her favourite parts of Anna's body, though the choice was impossible for Elsa to truly make; all of Anna's being, her body and soul, was simply too perfect for Elsa to choose a single feature she loved the most.

Anna sighed again - she couldn't seem to stop the exultant exhalations from leaving her lips when her sister touched her like this - and shivered to feel Elsa's breath on the back of her neck, lingering before she kissed Anna's shoulders.

She rolled over to see her sister's face, Elsa's slender arms on either side of Anna, holding her body above; she could see her pale, pink-tipped breasts almost touching her own. Elsa lowered her lips to Anna's in a kiss that would have been brief, but Anna kept her there, running her fingers through her sister's hair to pull her down until their bodies met, their breasts pressed each other, both sisters moaning as they entwined.

Still, the kiss did not last long, and with a sigh, Elsa parted from her, lifting herself, shifting her hips to sit at her side. Anna watched Elsa watching her own fingertips trail slowly over her freckled clavicle, her breasts, down past her stomach to touch lightly between Anna's thighs; Elsa kept her hand there, lightly brushing her sister's curls.

She stroked the soft ginger hair to the sound of Anna's heavy breath, wondering. Elsa thought of the times when she had woken at night, hot and aching inside, only able to calm herself by rubbing the wetness between her thighs while Anna slept on beside her. "Have you ever touched yourself here?" she asked.

"No. Have you?" Anna's eyes were fixed on her with complete attention and adoration. She could only tell the truth in reply to her beloved sister's question, and that green-blue gaze.

"A little. It feels... nice." Elsa's face reddened with a blush.

Something about her sister's expression made Anna more curious than ever before; it had sometimes crossed her mind to explore her body there, yet she never had. Though now to hear that Elsa had tried it, and liked it, decided Anna's next words for her. It was something private, and because Anna shared everything else with Elsa, she wanted to share this with her sister, too. "Will you touch me, Elsa? I want you to."

That part of her already felt a little different, it tingled in anticipation of Elsa's touch; a new feeling, a kind of excitement in the whole of her lower body.

Elsa's face grew hot and a jolt of arousal struck her centre to know she was about to discover the sweet, wet secret of Anna's body. She watched Anna open her legs, revealing her inner lips like the petals of a flower wet with nectar, glistening in the light, her scent as sweet as honey.

Her sister was warm, there between her thighs. Elsa stroked her slowly, exploring, seeing the secret parts she had only touched on herself. Anna's womanhood was beautiful, wet on her fingers, and to the sound of her own breathing, slow and loud, Elsa found the sensitive bud within Anna's folds and pressed it.

She tensed, and at her gasp, Elsa paused, lifting her gaze immediately to gauge Anna's reaction. She saw Anna's stiff nipples, her breasts heaving with her panting breaths, Elsa looked at her mouth, lips open and moist, her face flushed. When their gazes met, Elsa had to check that the emotions she saw in her sister's eyes were genuine, had to make sure Anna knew if she didn't like it, there was no pressure to continue.

"Anna..." she leaned in to kiss her sister, and Anna kissed back hungrily, relaxing Elsa's concern, but she still needed to say the words. "We can stop this any time - "

"I don't want you to stop, Elsa!" came her whispered reply. She thrust herself up to Elsa's fingers, showing her sister what she needed.

Elsa stroked the little nub some more, making Anna moan and clutch her shoulders, her fingers digging into Elsa's skin, her eyes closing with the passion she felt, a passion Elsa was proud to inspire in her sister. Keeping her movements gentle, Elsa lowered her fingers through Anna's folds, their hot breaths mingling in the space between their faces, and, looking right into Anna's eyes, eased a single finger into her core.

Anna smiled and sighed, flushing more fervently, her breath quickening even faster than before. Touching inside her like this was the closest Elsa could get to her sister, and she felt closer still when she slid a second finger into Anna. She was so wet, and the heat of her seemed to spread to Elsa's whole body. Elsa stroked within Anna, knowing something amazing was about to happen between them.

Elsa's slender, elegant fingers in her in this most intimate way were more wonderful than anything Anna could have imagined. They fitted inside so perfectly, Elsa's touch slowly probing, feeling inner secrets that Anna herself had not even discovered, until they brushed one spot...

Her toes clenched, sounds she had never made before bust from her, so loud Anna almost didn't recognise the voice as her own. "There!" she said breathlessly once she could talk again. "Keep going..." Anna ended in a whimper when Elsa pressed, curling her fingers on that area of pleasure inside her.

Elsa watched her sister arch her back, suddenly aware of her own needs arising, a throbbing in her core. She spread her thighs wider, over Anna's leg, and took her free hand from her sister's waist, bringing it down into the heat of her own slit, circling her hardened bud to the same rhythm of movement she maintained with her other hand, and with fingers just as wet.

Even while Elsa stroked, making Anna writhe beneath her, her sister saw - through the haze of passion - a way to connect them even more. Anna's hand replaced hers, thrusting two fingers up into her, and a moan of love in the rawest form released itself from her mouth as Anna moved them, pushing them further inside to fill her. Elsa leaned over her sister, bucking her hips to their shared pace.

The sisters gazed into each other's eyes, blue and teal together, floating away into and with one another. Doubly joined, Elsa and Anna's bodies merged in oneness. They felt complete, and in elation they ascended to the blissful sensations they brought each other; the sisters' inner muscles clenched on their fingers and they tightened, shuddered together in indescribable pleasure for the first time.

Elsa rolled onto her side once it had passed, lying next to her sister on the bed. Anna's fingers were very wet when she eased them out of Elsa, and they held hands, blending their wetness together.

"Are you all right?" Elsa asked her, with wide eyes and an expression of earnest concern.

"I've never been better," Anna replied, and her sister's face relaxed, smiling at her. "Now I'm whole: I'm part of you and you're part of me."

"I feel it, too!" Elsa squeezed their interlaced fingers.

"I love you." Anna had to say it, she always liked to say those words, even if she always knew the reply she would get; especially because of the reply.

"And I love you."

Elsa had kissed her then, pure passion and love in that press of her lips; Anna remembered that kiss in every one they had shared since.

From then on, they explored. Each sister learned the other's taste, and her own, discovering with delight that they were almost identical. Elsa and Anna studied every little surface of each other's bodies, finding they were different both outside and inside; the subtle difference in the size of their secret lips, the textures of their wetness, their difference in sensitivity; a spot that made Elsa moan and shiver with just a touch might not do the same for Anna, or it was in a different place on her own body.

And there were so many ways for the sisters to share their intense connection, to bring each other to bliss. The most powerful one they found was to lie entwined, Elsa's sex rubbing Anna's, their essences mixing together at the source, face to flushing face, their gazes interlocked, panting breaths meeting; a duet of moans sounding around as their bodies thrust and writhed.

It was a secret for only them to hold, the sisters knew instinctively they should keep it just between the two of them, but it never crossed their minds that it might be seen as wrong for sisters to be so close; it was the most natural thing for Elsa and Anna, expressing their love in their unique way. When no one else was looking, they kissed, and the sisters always held hands, never straying far from one another's sight.

Elsa opened her eyes now to see Anna's were still closed, showing her ginger lashes and delicate lids. They opened a heartbeat after hers, giving Elsa a swirl of pleasure inside at the sight of those green-blue orbs, and the press of Anna's breasts on hers, the feel of their fingers laced together, their tongues still stroking each other... Anna and Elsa's bodies were close, their souls entwined, unable to tell them apart, unable to extract one from the other, not even when Elsa parted their mouths to speak.

"We'll always be together, you and me," she murmured with moist lips against her sister's mouth, before planting a kiss on her smile.

They could never truly be separated. If not physically together, each sister could feel the other, an awareness on the edge of her senses. It had been so since their birth. Elsa had been born first, but even in those few minutes they were not completely apart, Anna had arrived in the world after, holding onto Elsa's foot. When babes, they had cried unceasingly if parted; only side by side could they have peace and calm.

It was still the same years later, Elsa and Anna felt that now, complete serenity as they lay together, though not to sleep. It was day outside, yet they lay in the bed they had always shared - so many memories made here with each other - just for a little longer.

Every night, the sisters slept curled up together. When one woke, the other was always there, her warmth, her breath deep and steady, her face flinching in her dreams, and sometimes the sound of her mumbled words...

"Are you not tired?" Elsa had once asked. Anna had gone to bed before her, yet she had lain with her eyes open, watching Elsa read. It was late at night and she had wanted to finish a chapter, sitting by the window to read in the moonlight so she would not disturb her sister. "You don't have to wait."

"I can't sleep until you're lying next to me."

At Anna's words, Elsa put her book down, forgotten because she realised she felt the same; she had never slept without Anna by her side. Elsa lay beside her and felt immediately at ease, everything, every other worry and want disappearing now she was close to her sister.

Anna had rolled over to face her. "Never leave me, Elsa."

Elsa smiled at the sweetness of her unexpected words. "I could never leave you. I promise, Anna, I will stay by your side forever." They had embraced, her sister's warmth and breath lulling the other to sleep.

Anna and Elsa always slept like that. Their parents had got rid of the second bed in their shared room, since it was simply never used, not even once.

To define the nature of the sisters' intimate bond was impossible. Their parents did not question their daughters, they knew the girls were happy and that to them was more important than anything else. Their mother and father only came close to discussing it with them once when Elsa and Anna were eighteen.

They had stood before their parents holding hands, waiting to see what was wanted of them, why they had been brought away from their time alone together.

"Now, girls," the Queen had said. "Do you want to find husbands? You'll both be of age soon, I can send for the matchmaker and we can start looking right away - "

"No!" Anna and Elsa had said in unison.

"We want to live together..." Elsa began.

"Forever!" Anna finished for her.

Their father smiled. "I can see you don't need anybody else to complete your lives. No one can love either of you as well as you both love each other."

"I wanted to be sure," their mother said. "But my heart already knew your answer. Elsa and Anna..." She placed a loving hand on their shoulders. "Anyone who could separate you two would have to be heartless to stop your happiness. I'm proud my girls love each other so much." Their mother embraced them then, holding them to her soft, comforting form.

"And I'm proud to know and love the three most beautiful women in the world," the King had said, and wrapped his strong arms around them all.

The family hugged together for a time; Elsa and Anna had opened their eyes and looked at one another, thinking of their secret and how lucky they were that nobody had interrupted their love.

And nobody did, not even Hans.

Anna had met the young man while out on her horse with Elsa one day. Elsa watched them, though did not interfere; Anna never strayed far, and she simply spoke with him, nothing more.

It went on for days, then weeks. "Do you like Hans?" Elsa asked, and had lamented the fact that she could not share her sister's thoughts, yet her heart told her not to worry.

"Hans is just a friend," she said. "I'll always love you best, Elsa." Anna had kissed her forehead and put her mind at ease.

She knew her friendship with Hans had to stop when he said he loved her.

In truth, it was not love he felt for Anna but a lust, and not even for Anna herself, it was for what she owned and represented as the Princess of Arendelle; an easier target for his plans than her twin sister, who never spoke to him apart from to exchange stilted pleasantries, whose blue eyes went cold when she looked at him.

"Anna, I just told you I love you," Hans had said, after she did not reply.

"I know, Hans. I don't love you. There's already someone special in my life," she said, calmly and simply.

"Who?" His demand was the exact opposite of calm.

They had wandered away from Elsa that afternoon, and Anna felt her absence keenly, the longing imbued her with an eloquence, which she expressed in her reply. "My sister. I can't explain it..." He looked puzzled; he would never understand, no one would, though something told Anna to try and express it, to make him leave them alone. "I like you, but my feelings for you are like the trees in the forest: time will change them as winter changes the leaves. And my love for Elsa is like the glacier at the mountains' base: never fading, and necessary for so many reasons. In a way, I am Elsa, she's always here." Anna pointed to her brow. "In my head and heart, all the time." She kept her hand pressed to the centre of her chest. "Whatever our souls are made of, my sister's and mine are the same, and yours is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire. So don't talk of me loving you, Hans, I can't."

And that was that.

Anna had come close, though to explain the nature of her spiritual and physical bond with Elsa was beyond the ability of words. It scared Hans; he hesitated before considering what to do next about the sisters.

Although they still saw him around the city, it looked like Hans would stay out of their lives for good. Elsa and Anna were glad, and had no more interruptions.

However, one sadness was woven into Anna and Elsa's destiny, a tragedy so deep that when it came to pass, their bliss did stop, until the hurt healed.

Their parents were lost at sea when visiting abroad, leaving the sisters to rule Arendelle alone. Yet they were not truly alone; Elsa still had her father - Divine, unseen by her - and she and Anna had each other.

The twin Queens prepared to rule the land together; Elsa was rightly the Queen Regnant, being older, but all knew that the sisters worked as a pair; there could not be one without the other.

Anna and Elsa consulted each other in everything and always acted jointly; the sisters shared a dedication, a dependence on each other to fulfil all their needs, and together they were ideally suited to rule. Their love gave them the power to come to terms with their parents' deaths and rule Arendelle together when they came of age at twenty-one.

The young Queens showed generosity and kindness to their subjects, managing the law and land with fairness and love; their justice and piety won them fame throughout the world. With her sister by her side, anything was possible for Elsa and Anna.

It had been so for a year, and Anna and her sister couldn't be happier. She left the bed and Elsa's side, shivering with pleasure at the lingering touches imploring her to stay.

Looking in the floor-length mirror, Anna smoothed her mussed red hair, taming the tangles. Her dishevelled morning mane was a sight Elsa loved - knowing she had been the one to cause most of those tangles - though the rest of the world might not understand if Anna showed up looking like this, so she combed through her hair with her fingers until it flowed almost smoothly to her waist, ready to be brushed and braided.

Elsa soon followed, summoned to her side by their bond. Anna saw her in the mirror, her beautiful sister beside her; her beautiful sister, tall and fair... She began to trail her soft hands over Anna's freckles.

Anna sighed with the touch and looked at their bodies next to one another, naked and gorgeous; subtle variances in their skin tones, pale pink and snow-white, different eye and hair colours, different heights and figures - some of these differences only truly perceptible to eyes as attuned to each other's forms as Elsa and Anna's were - yet matching lovebites on their necks, matching smiles and love in their eyes.

Anna stood closer and turned, pressing their breasts together, she could see the size difference clearly, yet ignored it with the sensation of their soft flesh melding, their nipples stiffening as they pressed. She placed her hands on Elsa's elegant hips, holding her sister even closer.

The moan Elsa gave her, the caresses she bestowed on her face were all tender, gentle and so, so loving, like everything Elsa ever did for her; she cherished Anna and was cherished by her. To show how much she adored her sister, Anna laced her fingers behind Elsa's waist, feeling Elsa's own hands on her face, cupping her cheeks, and with quickening desire, lifted herself up to kiss her sister's lips.

She felt equal adoration in Elsa's kiss, as she knew she would, and Anna's mouth opened to her, accepting her tongue in to meet her own, moaning with the wonderful sensation of joining with her beloved sister; the feeling of Elsa's fingers stroking circles on her spine, growing lower with every caress, the sound of Elsa's shivering breath after she broke their kiss, Elsa's voice low with newly re-awoken desire...

"Let's go back to bed."

Anna smiled, her grin so wide she could see it in her reflection from the corner of her eye. As much as she loved being with Elsa and knowing how much Elsa loved her, too, as much as she needed Elsa and Elsa needed her, Anna also knew the outside world needed them as well. "We can't spend all day inside. Don't you want to see the sun?"

"My sun's here, and my moon and sky," Elsa said softly, holding Anna's face again.

"Elsa..."

Her sister's kiss almost convinced Anna, though eventually they forced themselves to dress and leave their room, attending to some minor royal duties before greeting the fresh air and fjords of Arendelle.

One of the sisters' favourite ways to appreciate their land was on horseback, racing through the forests and feeling that fresh air of their country in their faces, braids trailing behind and laughing voices carried on the breeze. That day they went up to the lower slopes of the mountains to see the glades that could be found there, in the full bloom of summer.

But they were watched. Evil had bided its time and sought to separate the sisters. Hans followed, and, knowing their innocence, preyed on them.

The sisters admired nature's glory, the flowers and trees in all colours and shades of green. Their horses wandered. Anna and Elsa did not worry, they would find them eventually, and if not, the walk back to the city wasn't far.

Seeing Hans appear from within the trees surprised the sisters, yet they did not feel troubled. He had found their horses and led them to their royal owners, smiling, stroking the animals' noses.

As Hans was kind to animals, he was cruel to humans, infinitely cruel.

Elsa and Anna had their backs turned, each sister engrossed in different beauties of nature, and the moment had come for everything to change.

Hans drew his sword, the noise rang out around him though he tried to silence it. He could not silence the horses, who heard the sound and, sensing his evil, screamed and broke free of their tethers.

Anna heard the noise, too, and moved to look. What she saw turned the blood to ice in her veins. Hans held his drawn sword, the metal shining in the sunlight, stalking towards Elsa, smiling with anticipation.

Her sister hadn't heard from across the glade, hadn't seen. Anna ran, and Hans raised his sword high. She called out just in time. "No!"

This time Elsa heard - the sound of Anna's voice could never fail to reach her ears - this time she saw and gasped in fright, leaping away.

In that instant, Hans turned to a closer target. He struck with hatred and frustration at the woman who had foiled him, he struck Anna instead of Elsa, and her sister ran to catch her as she fell.

Anna's life leaked out into her arms, staining her clothes. She saw Hans lunge at her next, his blade red with her sister's blood, and Elsa almost didn't care if he killed her; she cradled Anna in her arms.

Hans did not kill her, could not, for Elsa was half-Divine and protected by powers she did not expect to intervene as they did. A thunderbolt crashed down from the sky, hitting Hans, hurling him back, and when the otherworldly light had faded from around him, there was nothing left except smoke.

The noise deafened Elsa for a moment, and when the ringing in her ears had ceased, she was aware of a sound, which at any other time would be soft and soothing. Rain fell like tears from the clouds suddenly in the sky that had been blue only seconds ago. It put out the smoking ashes that had once been Hans, it fell on Elsa, and it fell on Anna's face lying in her lap, looking like tears on her freckled skin, darkening her red hair. But her sister's precious body was broken.

"Anna!" With the breath she spent crying out her sister's name went the last of Elsa's hope. Her next breath shook with agony. A pain in her heart like nothing Elsa had ever felt before racked her whole being, consuming her. Accompanying it came a terrifying, paralysing feeling unknown to her until that moment: the feeling of being alone, growing as Anna faded, destroying her.

Elsa looked up into the vortex of falling rain overhead, her desperate voice rose above the storm. "Father! I've never asked you for anything, but I ask you this now: please let me share my gift of everlasting life with Anna. Bring her back and make me whole again."

She ended her plea and her Divine father, the Chief of the Gods, came and spoke words in Elsa's mind. His presence was all around, omnipotent and omniscient.

"The heavens have already opened for you, Elsa. You are my daughter, yet you shared your mother's womb with your mortal sister, the daughter of her father, a King only of men; Anna is not Divine and her time has come."

A panic took over Elsa's mind, though her father had not finished.

"But this choice I will give you, Elsa: if it is your will to dwell beside my throne in the realm above, freed from death, it shall be so, or if, from your love for your sister, you desire to share all things with her, as you always have, then half your days you both shall spend beneath the earth and half within the golden citadels of heaven, eternally by each other's sides."

Elsa answered at once. "Half my gift is better than the whole, divide the life reserved for me between the two of us. Give me back my Anna!"

Selflessly, Elsa put Anna's needs before hers in an act of True Love; Anna had told her sister never to leave her, and Elsa didn't intend to.

She knelt in that freezing silence for seconds, waiting for a change. Thunder rumbled again, loud enough to shake the ground.

Anna opened her eyes, feeling like she had just woken from a dream. She saw her sister above and clung to her. "Elsa!"

Elsa had prayed, she had trusted in the Divines and they had made her wish come to pass, as she knew they would. "Anna!"

Their lips united in a kiss, a kiss so sweet, filled with relief and love, and with that kiss, the sisters' spirits ascended together, rising up above the world, higher than the mountains and the clouds.

Elsa and Anna were good and innocent, their souls containing a pure adoration for each other which meant they could never be apart. They were united together in the heavens, sisters of mutual True Love, living among the stars and their fellow Divines as everlasting and immortal goddesses; the two brightest stars, shining together. Such was Elsa's half, full of immortal, heavenly delights.

Anna's half they spent in the realm of mortal death, reunited with their parents in the hall of their ancestors, as grey and faded ghosts for every other day in the underworld.

Though their love remained unfading. Elsa and Anna were always together and no matter where they were, there in each other's arms, the sisters had true paradise.