Warnings: Ice-play, dubcon, incest

Author's Note: This fic was inspired by a prompt submitted by anonymous to Elsannonymous tumblr blog. I altered the prompt a bit. It's set in college so that every hero must have a high school education before kind of majoring in their powers. It made more sense for the age-of-consent rule and the tiny ultimatum I totally added into this universe. I own neither Frozen nor Sky High. Note that it will take forever to get to the NSFW and for that I also apologize and suggest you buckle up.

Elsa Strong, the blonde and eldest daughter to The Commander and Jetstream, was sitting directly across from her little sister, and she tapped her foot. Her sister, Anna, was not exactly little, anymore. The youngest but freshly-eighteen-year-old daughter of the same heroes appeared calm, but was very excited as she sat between the round breakfast nook and directly in front of the window. She held her tentative itinerary for her first day in one hand and a spoon for her cereal in the other, scooping up Cap'n Crunch while reading the hard-copy. Their parents had pulled an all-nighter against a large reincarnated Cerberus so… they were in bed, unable to see their daughters off on what would soon be Anna's first semester.

After a while, Elsa wondered why she was tapping her foot. Nerves, perhaps? "Anna has yet to show any sign of powers," she thought, "yet she is about to perform her entrance exam into Sky University." That would have been a very good reason. "What if she's placed where she doesn't belong? Or worse, what if she belongs with the powerless sidekicks?" Elsa recalled that Sky U was the only institution of higher education for supers. The rigorous degrees were superior to any other college education, but above all: there was no alternative if one dropped out or could not enter. If failure of any kind occurred throughout a term of Sky University, the student was "scrubbed". Since there could be no record of Sky U's existence in government records, the act of memory erasure of all family, in order to protect supers' identities, is replaced by that of an orphan in their country's government system and the position of medium-wage and plot holes in their memory. Elsa did not want her baby sister scrubbed.

"That's good, that's good," she thought as Anna took another bite of cereal. "Very amiable reason to tap a foot." This time a drop of milk slid from the corner of her sister's mouth and down towards her chin before her tongue swiped across it. "Now quit staring at her lips."

Anna sensed her beautiful and successful sister staring at her. She took a deep breath and managed to stay quiet. Fully aware Elsa liked peaceful mornings, she was not about to ramble on about how excited she was to attend or what she was about to do for the day or even how close to perfect her day was, already, due to her proximity with her sister. They were about to be joined at the hip. She was certain she wouldn't get into the Hero class, and she didn't care, either. As a graduate Sidekick, she and Elsa could be partners. (They would be partners, she was positive.) Anna could tell the reason Elsa had never left home for the dormitories was for her benefit. Mainly because Anna kicked up a fuss while she was still in High School, but still. It was also because of a feeling.

She felt in her core that her sister returned her not-so-sisterly affections, as well. Anna blamed it on intuition, but if Elsa had any of the same then she showed no indication. On the outside, the elder sister appeared aloof. Anna could tell, though, that her sister was nervous about… something. Elsa always had been a bit panic-prone, though she held herself together well. It was a matter of time before Elsa confided in her, Anna knew. They told each other everything.. besides their attraction for one another. Anna had found it was her favorite game since building snowmen.

Elsa's power was climate control. She could freeze better than any of the other climate-supers and so was at the top of her class. Elsa declared her major was the study of Cryogenics, notably for scientific Villains, and that surprised the Hero parents. However, whether or not Elsa decided to be a Hero or a Villain, Anna knew she'd be unstoppable. That alone made her proud to be her sister's best friend.

The view of a precious face and big blue eyes and dangling blonde braid, however, was definitely a big bonus. Quite magically, as these thoughts appeared in Anna's head of her sister's growing blush seeping through her perfect pale skin, she made a quick peep across the table and beheld that exact tendency of her sister happening in real life. The Ice Queen of their family was thinking of something steamy. Anna whole-heartedly approved.

There would be time for that view, but not now. Her gaze withdrew to her phone on the table and Anna swiped her finger across it. Her best friend since childhood, Kristoff, had texted her the bus would be there in fifteen minutes. She crossed her legs and reached her foot out to still the tapping toe of her sister, never looking up even once as she began re-reading her itinerary and resuming breakfast. Anna managed a delicate stroke from the inside of her sister's ankle upwards an inch.

Elsa shot up from the table, leaving her coffee mug, and darted for the door. "Anna, let's get going. We'll be late for the bus."

The younger sister heard Elsa leave and glanced at the coffee mug on the table.

Full of mocha to nearly the brim.

Frozen solid.

Anna smirked before spooning another mouthful, loving her day, already.

Neither of them had been late. The bus had, in fact, stopped in front of Kristoff's house, two doors down from the Strongs'. Kristoff Bjorgman had been her best friend since Elsa's cool power had also become her exterior interaction with her sister. "So… since Elsa had turned thirteen; the last eight years." Kristoff had been self-conscious about his power, which was to grow reindeer antlers. He was certain to make up for his inferior ability with lithe agility or at least athleticism. He had been physically training with his Pabbie, an Oracle Super, since freshman year of High School. Future wasn't set in stone, but Pabbie refused to tell Kristoff where he saw his adopted son placed, as that may alter the fabric of time itself- yadda yadda yadda. The result was Kristoff's really buff physique. Anna tried to tell him about how Sidekick track wasn't the worst idea, but the young man would have none of it.

They stowed their luggage in the under-compartment and climbed aboard. "You ready for an action-packed, live-like-you-were-dying, thrill ride?" he asked, selecting a seat near the back.

"Since summer!" Anna grabbed the seat beside her sister and strapped in. "I'm so freaking happy today's the day!" Anna looked at Elsa. The young woman was deliberately ignoring her as she had when they were awaiting the bus. Anna glanced down at her new flats. She had chosen her outfit she was wearing, a light lilac, to compliment her own sister's affinity for the color blue. "Elsa?" Anna watched the cheeks of her sister become a light shade of pink, but her face only displayed a perked eyebrow to otherwise show she had heard her name. "How do you like my dress?"

Elsa shrugged. "It's nice, I guess." Anna let her mouth drop to a slight frown and her eyebrows furrow. She let a deep breath in and a deeper sigh, ever so quiet. Three… Two… One… "Uh… Anna?" Anna turned to face her, seeing a bit crimson lip caught in her older sister's teeth. "I didn't really look before," she lied. "You look beautiful."

"You look beautifuller," Anna blurted. "I mean, more beautiful… than, uh… before…" At Elsa's quirked eyebrow, Anna felt spurred on. "You've always been gorgeous, it's just that right now you're like… wow," the last word was a sigh of appreciation as her eyes flitted over Elsa's figure.

"Oh," Elsa managed, noticing the lingering attention. "Thank you," she leaned past her sister to better look at her friend. "I hope you two aren't thinking you'll be seeing action first semester. Prerequisites are what you're both in for, and they are unfortunately time-consuming." For some reason, Elsa's warning was interrupted by a sudden fantasy image of her sister coming into her room, begging for assisted tutoring, Elsa asking 'what's in it for me' and being rewarded with a kiss- wait, what? Elsa immediately looked to Anna, whose face was as cute and excited as ever… not obviously thinking the same exact scenario, although it absolutely had been. The bus turned onto a non-existent street. Elsa did not know how long her hesitation had lasted, but concluded: "And you just better be prepared for a lot of paper-pushing and bunny courses." It was a steep road, and the bus accelerated.

"Aw, Elsa, don't be like that!" insisted Kristoff. "It's gonna be awesome, right?" he nudged Anna's shoulder from across the aisle.

"Huh? Oh, right, absolutely epic!" Anna recovered, just before she noticed the imminent drop of the road. Of the unfinished bridge. And the distance between the bus and the drop diminished- "What the-" as the bus dropped off the edge.

A flip of the switch and the bus driver became a jet pilot. Exhaust systems torqued in output, wings ejected from their side panels, and within a moment the craft was rocketing from 73 to 500.

Kristoff roared, "ACTION… PACKED… THRILLRIIIIIDE!" while Anna just screamed with the other half of the passengers.

Elsa, looking out the window, sighed to herself: "Freshmen."

Anna finally stopped screaming around the same time as her peers and noticed the distant hovering panel ahead of them, also jetting in the sky. Wait… "I thought that was just to throw off the destination," she whispered to herself.

"What?" Elsa caught the end of her sister's mutter.

"Uh… I thought Sky University was in an underground facility, you know? Like the name was to make others think it was a University in the sky. Like how Iceland is green but Greenland is ice." Anna blushed, realizing how she had probably made a ludicrous idea slip.

"That… isn't wrong, actually," Elsa whispered. "It changes destination every other semester. My first, it was underwater, off the coast of Australia. We're lucky it's so close to home, this time."

"Really?"

Elsa broke into a lady-like giggle fit. "No, Anna, it's always been a university in the sky."

The younger sibling's face fell, "You teased me. You haven't teased me since-" as Anna tried to think of the last time she had been caused distress, Elsa accidentally imagined a different kind of teasing and felt her face become warm for the third time, that morning. How was she supposed to survive the day, let alone the semester?

Elsa's lips tightened, regretful. "Sorry. But I came home every night, I wouldn't have been able to do that if I was thousands of miles away."

Anna shrugged, saying, "There's a teleporter being made somewhere."

Decelerating, the wheels of the vehicle once more deployed as it docked smoothly onto the landing strip of the facility. Elsa unfastened her seatbelt and hurried to the aisle, as were her fellow unflustered upper-classmen. As Elsa passed by her sister's knees, Anna was blessed with the gentle caress of her sister's peachy bottom against them. Anna short-circuited as she processed her luck. Kristoff eventually unbuckled the strawberry blonde, himself, before swinging her over one shoulder and walking off the deserted aircraft.

Elsa, in turn, had become hyperaware of the contact and instantly ached to have her sister's hands there, instead. To have them pushed up against her, to touch her where no one ever had, before. Where no one else's hands would be wanted or warranted. There was a reason for her abstinence and it wasn't for want of suitors. The title Ice Queen from more than her power, her eyes were only drawn by her little sister. Elsa had to strut a bit faster than she normally would have in order to separate her belongings from underneath the bus.

Elsa was reveling at the budding possibility of peering down a corridor and seeing her adorable little Anna at the other end. She'd accepted the fact that she shouldn't love her sister a long time ago, since they were children. But she wasn't exactly into morals. She had no problem acing the Villain track, she was a walking freeze ray; she could write experiments she had been doing since high school in her sleep. "Producing Zero Degrees Kelvin; in Theory, in Practice".

She was calm. Cool in every facet of the façade. She performed like a celibate, dedicated to her life's work, keeping an appearance of someone without time for secrets.

The one thing that melted her was the thought of her sister. The only thing that could boil her was the thought of her sister with anyone else. Kristoff was lucky she knew he was gay. The only one who could touch Anna was Anna. For now.

Elsa always knew she was different. She had been encouraged to blend in day in and day out under her parents' roof. When she fell in love with her little sister, it was just one more bad-kind of "special" to add on a growing list. Elsa had, as she always did, a primary and a back-up plan.

Whatever Anna did go into, whichever field, Elsa would find and either seduce or capture her. Love her from a distance, no more. "If Anna did drop out of Sky," the blonde realized as she slipped into her first new class of the semester, "then that would be even better." Scrubbed, Anna wouldn't know who Elsa was, what she could do, or that they were related. Meaning she could provide her little sister with a career and uniform dependent of Elsa's discretion. "Probably dastardly sheer material, revealing those screened freckles on Anna that conservative outfits covered."

The Physics professor droned on about the syllabus as the young blonde in the back of the classroom allowed her thoughts to drift…

Cold and alone, she would find Anna walking on the street; on her way to work in a hotel or factory, Elsa would offer her a career as one of her own household staff. Provided, of course, that she wear a white-on-black apron and short-skirted uniform. She would have to work for her pay, yes, but she would be paid much more than any maid could hope. Elsa would place her in a position most befitting, possibly washing floors with a scrub brush… that pert ass of hers in the air. Yes. It would be a matter of timing, but Elsa could easily imagine conjuring an ice phallus on her own front, forcing the clueless sister to stay on that floor… and on all fours… to do that, she would approach Anna from behind. She would lay her hands on those hips of hers. That would get the hard worker's attention. She'd turn to face Elsa, then, surely. Anna's hair would be up, an attempt at professionalism, but strands would be loose from how she had been rocking back and forth. If Elsa could contain her want just long enough, the redhead would be sweaty and tired, too tired to really resist her. The blonde could already hear Anna's voice, now, so clear and so innocent asking her what she was doing. But Anna was a smart girl. She could guess as soon as Elsa flipped the skirt up, what she was about to do. At latest, when she pushed aside whatever panties the girl would be wearing and placed her masterpiece at Anna's entrance. She could feel what her ice felt. She would feel her sister's tight pussy. Closed around her, wet, and so hot she'd be practically melting. Anna might resist or fight her, and so she would summon shackles to form on the floors, binding the girl at the wrists. How perfect. How sweet to fuck her sister from behind, her tempting and sumptuous little tease of a sibling. She'd protest, but Elsa would listen to the hitch in those words, finding where to position herself and when to slow down or pick up her pace.

The class was dismissed. Elsa packed her pencil and empty notebook back into her satchel as she realized she was fine with the "scrubbing" policies of Sky U. An avid fan of scrubbing all around, really.

In a separate building, Anna found herself seated next to Kristoff, where he had set her down. She hadn't had that much physical contact with Elsa in a long time. This morning was the first in a week that the skin caressed the skin of her sister. Last week, Anna had deliberately brushed her fingers against Elsa's while giving her their parent's credit card at a gas station. Before that, they had hugged at Easter; it really didn't count, because Anna had hopped onto her and there had been a blanket over Elsa while she was napping on the couch... just before she had been flung off, Anna managed to find Elsa's hand that had been holding the cover. Anna considered herself an optimist, and optimists would recognize an embrace as a hug.

For a while, her mind reset to her surroundings. She was in a… gymnasium. Sitting on a metal fold out chair, in the middle row, with Kristoff to her right, against the aisle. Surrounded by around fifty other super humans sitting in identical chairs on the gym floor. In front of them was a platform where a woman was talking from behind a podium. Anna took a deep breath. She recognized the President of the University only as she stepped away from the lectern. After all, Anna had only seen her in comic books, before. Then a man stepped up. The same girth as Kristoff and features of a modern Adonis, not well hidden behind his baseball cap and sunglasses. He placed a clip board on the podium, adjusted his varsity jacket, and gave his own speech.

"My name is Coach Boomer. You may know me as Sonic Boom... you may not. Regardless, when I call you by your name, you will stand up here in front of your entire class and demonstrate your power. I will sort you into either Hero or Sidekick." The coach's eyes, though hidden, were undoubtedly narrowed as he squared his shoulders afresh and tightened his jaw. "There have been," he continued, "a certain number of what I like to call… 'Whiner-Babies' who see fit raise their voices against me. Rest assured: my voice is louder, my word is law, and my decision is final.

"Now… Able!"

A hand raised from the front row. "Olaf, sir!"

"I thought I made myself clear, Able. Get up here."

"Right away, sir!" the hand went down. Anna was too far back to see until the lanky young man on the short side with… curly white hair piled on top of his head ascended the steps. Olaf, smiling warmly, turned to face his peers immediately. "Hello, everyone! My name is Olaf, and I like- "

The coach sighed, "Able."

"Yes, sir?"

"Shut up and power up."

Unphased and with a "Right away, sir!" Olaf took a deep breath in. And his white hair sprouted from all over his body. His face, his arms, his everything; snow white hair grew… as did the rest of him. Until the young man looking a bit over 5 feet was around 7 in both height and breadth, his shoulders cracking as he transformed.

The coach looked unimpressed. "Car." He pushed a button on a remote, and that very ton object dropped from the ceiling, caught by the super. The coach put the remote back in his jacket pocket, exchanging it again for his pen as he wrote on his clip board. "Olaf Able… Abomin Able's grandson, no doubt… Hero."

The creature known as Olaf grunted as he threw the car behind the stage. Then he transformed again, his underwear the only clothing still fitting around his waist. "No, sir. Abomin Able is my great uncle, sir. I'm Indomit's grandson."

"Oh…" the coach's confidence dwindled. He stammered, "I… I'm sorry for your loss. Zombie warfare, wasn't it? No one expected Inquisición to rise those poor Spanish sailors from their graves." Olaf just shrugged. Gruffly, Coach Boom continued, "We'll get you on a weightlifting regimen and diet, soon. Get back with me if you want to see about a football scholarship."

At that, the beaming Olaf stood at attention. Gave a salute and a "Yes, sir!"

Recomposed, the coach nodded, "Dismissed. And to the showers, Able, put some clothes on."

A wave of laughter accompanied Olaf's blush as he realized he was in a nightmare's situation, the cackles following him as he darted to grab his backpack and sprinted for the locker room.

"Let's see, here… Bjorgman." called the man. Kristoff arose from beside her and climbed up the elevated stage. "What's your power?"

The blonde scoffed- very out of character- and took his shirt off. He had been weightlifting for a while, so he caught a few wolf-whistles from some female students when he revealed his abdomen. Boom's voice held disdain, "Bjorgman!" The freshman turned to the coach. "This isn't try-outs for Abercrombe and Fitch, alright? What… is… your POWER-OWER-ower?" The long blonde locks on Kristoff's head blew with the might of the bellow. He spread his legs, crossed his hands behind his back and closed his eyes. Deer antlers slowly protruded from Kristoff's scalp, climbing like unspindling spider's legs. He lowered his head and booked it for the nearest padded dummy, knocking it off of its stand and up to the ceiling.

"Is that it?" Coach asked. The blonde only snuffed like the beast he was in response. He scoffed and then saw Kristoff's shoulders fall in defeat. "Powerful muscles, son. But nobody around here plays reindeer games… unless…" Hope glimmered in Kristoff's eyes. "Can you fly?"

Kristoff tried to hop off the house. Every winter. So Anna knew he couldn't, since he always sank straight into the pile of snow they shoveled to cushion his fall; but the boy lied, "I don't know."

The coach replaced his pen with the remote from his coat pocket, again. He pushed a button.

Kristoff was spring-boarded from the stage, catapulted to the ceiling where he held on tight to the rafter. "Well?" the coach hollered.

"No! Nope! Can't fly, sorry."

The coach tisked in disappointment. Angling his head towards Kristoff's up direction, "Side-kick," the faculty declared. His remote deployed a mat to inflate underneath Kristoff before it returned to his coat pocket, again changing for the pen. "Boston!" was declared as a mass fell onto the safety cushion.

Unfortunately, with a name like Stronghold, Anna knew she would be among the last. The energy coursed through her as she wanted this entire sorting to be over. She didn't have a power, anyway, she knew she would be Sidekick. She knew she would be Elsa's sidekick. Anna wondered what Elsa was doing and tried to remember where her sister was. She hadn't been paying attention, since she had been heavily distracted all morning and especially as Elsa separated from her. The young girl concentrated on the structure she had seen Elsa heading towards. Anna pulled out the map and inspected where she was, where the bus had dropped them off, and the direction Elsa had walked. Science and Mathematics. Mathematics was on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. Elsa said she would be in Calculus-Based Physics II. There was only one room for that. Anna thought hard about her sister as she stared at the space. She wished she could be next to her. Aggravating Elsa as little as possible, but next to her all the same.

Anna was no longer sitting in a gym, surrounded by people. She was not alone, for a girl was in front of her, on the floor. Hard at work, cleaning the cobblestone floor with a brush and bucket in front of a roaring fireplace.

"Wait… what?" Anna looked around; she and the girl were in a large room of what seemed to be a stone castle. An arching window overlooked property, snow blanketing gardens which stretched to meadows beyond. A gardener tended to clusters of roses. Once Anna turned back to look at the great room, she could see there were banners and tapestries stretching high to the ceiling. Chandeliers unlit, the sunshine reflecting on the snow did a fine job along the smooth rock walls and the fire's cheery glow brightened higher, to the intricate designs of the molded ceiling.

Anna noted the floor girl's dedication paid off, a visible layer of grime where she had not worked was defined against the shining glimmer where she had finished. Before she could ask if she could give the girl a hand, Anna detected a person in the shadows, behind the girl. Watching her. They were slender and silent as they stepped into the light. A blonde braid across her shoulder, dressed in light blue suit pants and a tucked-in white blouse, the young woman was peeling the leather spats off of her heels with her toes. Elsa unbuckled her belt. Unfastened the front of her slacks. Anna was enraptured until she saw the want on Elsa's face was directed towards the girl working on the floor.

"Elsa?" Anna asked, hiding how hurt she felt. "What are you doing?"

The girl on the floor looked up from her work and over her shoulder, at Elsa, before turning back to her job. Not before Anna had finally recognized her own image. She might have been wearing a maid's outfit but she recognized her body, then. It was her figure, her features, her freckles dusted along the neckline and brushing the bridge of the girl's nose.

But it wasn't. It was winter, here, but it was the fall semester. She was not here, she knew, she was in a gymnasium in the sky. She tried to listen for the murmuring voices of her classmates, but only heard the scratching of the brush as the girl toiled. Then heard a flutter of fabric and a gasp. She opened her eyes and saw her sister mounted over her figure. "Please, stop, Miss Stronghold," the girl pled. "No!"

"I'm sorry you feel this way, Anna." Elsa flicked her finger and ice restraints formed around the girl's wrists, forcing the palms to stay flat on the floor. "But… you're not in a position to tell me that." She saw her older sister place her hands in tight grips on her hips and push fresh ice into her. In center of the room, Anna screamed while along its edge, she moaned in want. Elsa never spoke to her first. Elsa never told her how much she loved her or that she wanted her, at all. She thought this as she watched Elsa fuck her from behind. The older sister's angelic face, usually cold and emotionless, enraptured from being inside of her. Absolute lust, as the woman plowed her. "Oh, but you're so tight around me, Anna. Fuck, you're squeezing me so hard I see stars. You're so beautiful like this, I just had to take you, don't you understand?"

"Please don't, Elsa, oh, please. Oh… uh…" the image of her hitched in breath.

Full of hope, of joy, the blonde inquired, "There?" She straightened her back and pulled the cock nearly all the way out before slowly easing back into what was supposed to be her little sister; which gasped. The elder raised herself up slightly angling her entrance as she went out again. And lifted one hand off of the hip to the front. Two fingers glazed themselves in cum before sliding over the younger girl's clit as Elsa plunged in again.

"Ohhhh…" the girl bit her lip but still a whimper escaped.

Elsa did the action again. "You like this? This feels good?" Concern and love laced every syllable.

"Unf… ah- uhhh, no… No!" Anna's copy sobbed breathlessly through tears, "Oh, God help me… oh, yes, but I don't want this! God, please, someone, anyone- hah- help m-me!" was managed before a moan emerged and her front dropped to the floor and her ass presented itself higher in the air. Which only spurred Elsa to pound into her harder.

It was wrong, what Elsa was doing to the doppelgänger but… "Good girl, Anna," she said as she fucked her like a bitch, "Such a good girl…" Anna heated up watching. If it truly was Anna underneath Elsa, she would be thanking God, not pleading for Him to make it stop.

"Just wait," Elsa bargained, "I'll give you a treat for being so good. I'll clean you up when I'm done with you, hm?" Elsa pulsed faster, in and out, "Would you like that?" She slowed the pace as she fucked the whimpering girl's cunt. "You're so dirty now," she eased back slowly, "but I'll make sure to lick up every last drop of the mess you've made." She pushed fast and hard, withdrawing slowly, shoved her icy cock in but achingly slid it out like a precious treasure from Anna's box only to dive deep back in with powerful haste.

On one withdraw, she stayed just as far back as she could without removing the tip. Anna whined, herself, and then her image groaned. "Do you still not want this, Anna?"

"I hate this," the false girl sighed.

"Addicts hate their drugs, but they still want them," Elsa reasoned. "So bad they feel they need them. Do you want me, Anna?" Elsa ran her tongue along the neck of what she had imagined her sister to be, "Do you need me, now?"

"Oh, God, I do. Please, Elsa, please keep going, God, let me come, please!"

That was when God spoke. His voice reverberating throughout the castle in a Swedish accent, "Class dismissed." Before the world crumbled.

Anna was back in the gymnasium. "Power up, Quentin." Anna was back in the gymnasium, surrounded by students. Tiffany Quentin flew around the room without the assistance of the springboard, landing without issue. "Hero… and… Yes?"

"May I be excused to the restroom?" Anna asked.

Coach Boomer glanced over his clipboard. "Name?"

"Stronghold."

Her panties were soaked, she wouldn't last long. He glanced at his watch and jotted down the time by her name. "Be quick about it."

Anna nodded, vaulting over her friend's lap and practically sashaying to the girls' lockers at the back of the sports hall. She burst through the bathroom stall at the farthest door from the door. " 'Do you need me, now? Do you need me now? Do you need me now?' Yes every second of every day and night, whenever you give me, however soft or hard, I'll take it, I'll take your fingers, your mouth, your fucking ice, oh, how I wanted your ice filling me up and fucking me, yes." She didn't own anything. Nothing for stress relief. She had a pillow, in her room, she sometimes kept it between her legs. Home was too far away. She had her own fingers, but they weren't the right shape, she had to settle for them against her clit. But oh, how much better that felt than nothing. How wet she was for Elsa… it nearly didn't register that she had found her clit, there was so much slick discharge covering it. It didn't take long, to shatter. Anna felt herself come apart into fractures; her temples, neck, chest, inside of her arms, along her legs, quivering at the very low section of her abdomen. Where her main arteries lay, sparks flew, and all courtesy of Elsa's imagination.

Her labia were still puffy and sensitive, she couldn't bring herself to apply cold, soggy underwear on top of them. After a thorough toilet paper clean up, Anna pocketed her panties. She flushed, washed her hands, and walked calmly back to the assembly.

"West- ah," Coach Boomer looked again at his watch. "Ten minutes, six seconds, Stronghold. Not bad. Don't bother sitting down, Get up here."

Anna bypassed Kristoff's row, heading down the aisle and straight up the steps. "Power?"

"Advanced Empathy," She turned to face her class and addressed her audience, "It isn't much. I wouldn't be a powerful force. However, I am fully willing and to serve a super from the advanced track."

"Inspiring," he didn't sound convinced.

The strawberry blonde glanced at him before looking back at the class. The man had an inferiority complex, was balding, and still questioned his sexuality and religion. So many insecurities, so little time. She kept her thoughts to herself but found herself sorting through his… and a particular morning ritual, involving a border collie and a dollop of peanut butter. "Perfect."Anna cleared her throat, "Coach Boomer?"

He was writing her class on his clipboard. "Why aren't you sitting down?"

"Your pet is starving, right now." His expression didn't change, but his curiosity was piqued. "You know… the one who's fond of uh… 'chewing on bones'."

Cheeks turned red. "SIIIIIIIIIIDE-KICK!" The forced voice blew her twin braids behind her shoulder.

"Hey, no need to raise your voice at me," she dropped her voice to a whisper the audience couldn't hear, "I wasn't the one who skipped breakfast, this morning. Even coaches can be villains, huh?"

The man only scowled at her, biting his own vehement words from spilling.

"Don't worry!" Anna softened. "She'll be a good girl if you give her a treat when you get home."

The grimace disappeared, the coach squared his shoulders. "What are you? Some kind of precog?"

"Not at all," she smiled, "It's like you said; I'm just a sidekick."

At twelve, students of Sky University flocked in the only direction of the cafeteria and food court. The elder Stronghold found that noon was the ideal time for lab work. In her freshman year, Elsa had once made the mistake of walking in the opposite direction of the crowd. Once. Being accidentally grazed by another dozen human beings nixed that mistake from ever happening again. Absolute silence crept into the hall. Even professors had hidden away, to either their offices or burrowed into the non-flammable supply closets to smoke in peace. Finally the perfect environment, the young woman strode from one doorway to another. She tucked her books under one arm and felt around her bag for her key to the reserved laboratory door.

Convinced that by isolating organ systems of organisms, Elsa hypothesized that she could potentially preserve life forms without damaging them. Ideal for space travel and exploration, and because control over temperature was her specialty, this was Elsa's doctoral project. It was fiscally effective as an investment, since Elsa was the only being that this mechanism could work for; her power was the only way to manipulate temperatures from their inner locations, so Elsa could potentially have a monopoly on the market.

However, it was only a hypothesis and not a theory. Cold-blooded amphibians and reptiles took time, but most of them could be renewed and fully function when resupplied with heat. She couldn't quite get the mammal test subjects to survive. Insects, fish, frogs, and lizards didn't have a fraction of the failure rate she was showing with the guinea pigs, which meant it was less rewarding and borderline disheartening. For every few pairs of glazed eyes that didn't brighten, the experiment would cost quite a few more blows to her heart and, to a lesser extent, her ego. Any of the few survivors had suffered either cerebrovascular damage from pressure change or had permanently lost some kind of neurofunction. She had an idea that it was probably a blood clotting issue.

"Which would mean injecting subjects with Coumadin might help, if I can just find the key to the lab!"

"Hi, Elsa," she heard. Her fingers fast-froze the metal spiral of her notebook, tiny slivers of ice had shot from her grip. The familiar voice behind her added, "You left these on the hook, this morning." Sure enough, Elsa turned around and saw a hand extending the keys she searched for by their simple ring. She focused on that ring. She wouldn't look at her sister's face. She would not.

Elsa held her hand out underneath her sister's. As always, her face was a mask of indifference as she responded with a "Thank you."

"It's not like you to forget them," Anna giggled softly. "Should I be worried?"

Damn it. Elsa knew had to, then. She had to look at Anna. Anna's face was just so beguiling, Elsa avoided looking as often as she could. A gentle smile curved Anna's lips and her eyes were lit up; like always. As if every day was Christmas morning. Between the two sisters, Elsa was more like winter. Her tone was just as cold: "Why didn't you give these to me on the bus?"

Visibly hurt, Anna retracted the keys to hold them against her chest… effectively redrawing Elsa's gaze to them. "I was about to," Anna fought a grin as she saw her sister's eyes drop, "but then we drove off of a bridge and whiplashed into the atmosphere."

Elsa's head didn't angle upwards, but she closed her eyes. She would have to sanitize the keys with bromine to burn Anna's perfume off of them. Even if she couldn't smell them, she wouldn't be able to focus throughout the afternoon if she kept trying to pick up a trace of the scent. Elsa had not envied an object before, but the keys were so lucky that Anna held them. She bet if the keys were sentient, they'd feel so secure. And that they would probably laugh at Elsa.

Anna interrupted Elsa's mental tangent. "Let's go to lunch," she offered. "Wait, what?" Elsa's eyebrow lifted, but she neither raised her head nor opened her eyes. Though she could not see, Elsa heard Anna's enthusiastic voice and could tell that the younger sister was smiling as she gushed: "There's a chocolate fountain in the cafeteria! It's the first day of school, so there's a crowd, but I bet that if we leave right now, we'll get there before all the uncrumbled cookies get taken."

With a sigh, Elsa straightened up and did open her eyes as she looked slightly down on her younger sister. "I always skip lunch, Anna. I haven't experimented for my thesis since last semester. Right now, I have paperwork to fill out for funding the test subjects or I will not be able to make any progress on my thesis paper." She observed as her sister's tight mouth frowned.

"Well that's disappointing," Anna pouted.

Elsa allowed a hint of annoyance to taint her bolster of "It's also unavoidable."

"I just wanted to spend some time with you, Elsa," the younger justified. "I know you're busy but you're always busy. Can you seriously not spare a single hour?"

"No," Elsa told her, "I cannot." She felt no remorse for how her cold words made her sister physically back off a couple of steps. Elsa deduced it was time to change the subject. "So… what were your power placement results?"

Her sister scoffed, "Sidekick. I should have figured. Kristoff, too," Elsa thought the earlier disappointment on her sister's face was replaced afresh, therefore instantly regretted the topic she chose. Before she could offer support, Anna sighed, "Anyways, I better get going." She tossed the keys into the air. The climate super created a square, clear platform in the air to suspend them above their heads, the metal slightly skidding with inertia before it completely stilled. Anna grinned from ear to ear. "You still know just how to cheer me up, huh?"

Despite herself, Elsa did smile. "What are big sisters for?" She dispersed the vapors and caught the keys. "I'll see you on the bus home."

Anna gave a mock salute "Okay!" and beat feet to the exit at the other end of the hall. "I'll save you some treats!" she yelled as she sprinted out the door. Elsa turned to the lab door, but waited. As expected, Anna peeked back in from the open door to shout "I love you!"

"Thank you."

"What?"

She raised her voice very slightly, because hallways always echo, "I said 'thank you'."

"Pffft- Okay, aaaaaand?"

Elsa dropped her volume back to its normal level. "I love you, too, Anna." Though Elsa didn't think the younger girl could hear, Anna smiled before she was off again.

The climate super unlocked the laboratory. Elsa closed the lab door and gathered her folder off the wall. Just as she left it, the white room was the definition of sterile. She made her way to one of the many work stations, cleared table tops whose drawers were filled with beakers and graduated cylinders, test tubes and stains, strikers and microscope slips. In her element, Elsa felt a pang of loss. She should have been used to it, at that point, from any time she had ever split up from Anna. Still, the young woman missed her sister like her second half.

Steeling herself, she did what she always had done: Elsa thought of the future. She stared at her empty forms blankly as she mentally reviewed her plan.

If she spent time with Anna now, she would get too comfortable with her sister and her sister would get too comfortable with her. Elsa would slip and Anna would skitter off, never to be near her, again. All of the time that Elsa spent off of her projects were delays. The sooner Elsa's thesis was done, the sooner it would be published. Then her doctorate, then her career. She had to build a foundation.

Literally, she had to construct her own home base in a remote location. For that, she needed either an estimated eighty million euros or over one billion U.S. dollars as well as a stable income for property taxes. It would be ideal if she could build underground and not have to worry about that particular construct of society, but Anna wouldn't want to live somewhere she couldn't see sunshine. She had three years before Anna moved out of their parents' house.

Elsa would do it as soon as Anna graduated. She would either invite Anna to live with her- under the guise of working alongside her, as their parents did, it wouldn't be a lie- or she would have to abduct Anna. Either way, she needed to keep her close and before Anna could establish a bond with another super. It was the only way she would be together with her sister.

The younger woman wouldn't feel the pressures of society around her, only the pressure of Elsa's need for her. "Anna would understand, surely." The girl who pulled over on interstates to help animals across would have sympathy for her sister. "With enough information, of course." Elsa would tell her, then, in her lair. "That's what villains do, they explain their processes in their own lairs." If Anna denied her immediately, then the older sister would wait for the younger inevitably. Without anyone else, Anna would have only Elsa's attention to strive for; her people-pleasing sibling always flourished under praise.

After Elsa had reassessed the ache in her chest was gone, she smiled in relief. Finally, she was ready to plunge back into her life's work.

"That. Sucks. Royally." Anna felt the moment her sister had stopped thinking about her and it hadn't even been ten minutes. She looked up at Kristoff beside her. "Are you seriously this glum?" He snuffed through his nose, again. The lunchroom was full of patrons chowing down, and Anna couldn't fully devote herself to emotionally supporting her friend when she was this distracted. Aside from finally having a power, Anna was surrounded in a new place.

Unlike her high school, this place was like a mall. "Or Willy Wonka's", she thought as she appreciated the Chocolate fountain spurting in front of her, one the size of an actual park's fountain, open to the public. Aside from what Anna considered as the centerpiece, there were stations with Italian, Hispanic, Slavic, and Asian foods set up around the central dining area as well as fast food chains and a small convenience store stall. "Don't let sidekick blues kick you out of commission. Not every super ends up in what they study."

Kristoff picked his head up off of the table. "They don't, huh? Name one."

"There's plenty!" Since he finally made space, Anna took the opportunity to slap a hero sub in front of him. If he couldn't be a hero, he could at least eat one. He muttered a thanks to her and she asked him, "What about Robin? He was on the hero track, and he got himself a gig with someone who wasn't even a super."

"Batman was super. Rich."

"Oh. I guess you're right. How about Sun Girl?" she tried.

"The Human Torch's sidekick?"

"Yeah! I think her name was Mary Mitchell, though."

"She was an actual regular human, she just had a gun and she went right back to being a secretary."

Anna huffed, "Well, how about Malta? That shifter who could only be a falcon? He was that one villain's sidekick, right? He molted that and became a hero!"

The heavy young man sighed, "He tried. His assigned Hero, Midas, literally caught him and now he's extinct."

Anna had to think hard to find that golden lining, "Yeah, but… didn't they name a movie after him?"

"The Maltese Falcon was made as a joke, and regular humans ate it up like sheep," he volleyed.

"But he's still famous," Anna whined.

"Infamous, maybe." Kristoff scrutinized, "You can't think of any others, can you?"

"Uh… no. No. You're right. I'm sorry."

"Well. Thanks for the sandwich, anyways." He dug in, feeling a little better. At least Anna was in his class, and it was nice to already know someone.

She felt her friend's attitude change, which was all she needed to dig in to her own.

"Hello," said a young man with an auburn pompadour, behind her. "Do you mind if I sit here?"

The strawberry blonde fought the giggle bubbling up inside her from seeing his fluffy sideburns. "Go ahead."

"Hans?" Kristoff asked.

The new guy feigned surprise, "Hey, man! I thought you'd get into Hero for sure," he lied. Anna caught it. She also caught the slight tremor in his voice and how he walked around the table so that he sat down on the other side of Kristoff, angled towards him.

Her blonde friend introduced, "Anna, this is Hans. I met him on one of Pabby's meetings at the UN."

"Yeah? Nice to meet you," she stuck out her hand, and Hans shook it. "You looked great up there- well, uh, or rather... you uh… didn't?" This was a guy who actually had made it into Hero class. Wester-something. A light super, he had chameleon power. Some supers had invisibility, which were simply non-reflective of light, and so were called shadow-supers. Hans could blend himself, other objects, and areas into not being seen; he could alter the refraction off light.

"Thanks," laughed the young man. He then shifted back to Kristoff, "I'm sorry we won't be in the same classes."

"Another lie," Anna thought, "Why are you-" Anna was back at Power Placement. But really close to the stage. Kristoff's display of removing his shirt had been slowed down. She face-palmed herself. She was back in the cafeteria and had effectively gained the attention of her friend and his acquaintance.

"Is she okay?" murmured Hans through the corner of his mouth.

Kristoff returned the mutter, "I ask myself that question every day."

Anna cleared her throat, trying to fight back another roll of laughter but couldn't help the smile splitting her face. "Kristoff, I'm going to grab some snacks for the ride home, alright? I'll see you in class."

"Uh… Good luck. You'll probably inhale them before we leave."

Normally, she would have agreed. But she was grabbing them for Elsa, effectively switching her appetites. First, she stashed the to-go bag in her backpack and made her way to the classroom. It wouldn't start for another half hour. Once she thought hard about Elsa, Anna found the young woman still was not thinking about her lonely little sister.

So the younger Stronghold had an idea to start an experiment all her own.

She sat down and concentrated on Elsa… until she wasn't in the classroom, anymore. Or any room. Anna was suspended in a white space. Confused, disoriented, but happy it had worked, again, all the same. She tilted her head. Not only did Anna not know which direction was up, she heard Etude Opus 25, by Chopin, and recognized that she had never heard it before yet she knew it fondly. She followed the sound of a piano- rather, she focused on the direction, and the sound floated towards her and became more easily heard, rather than louder.

As the notes became more clear, she saw a cluster of black lines in the distance coming closer. She noticed they swirled and bent with the influence of the music. They were words. Sentences strung out, clustering together, turning into more words. She looked beyond them. There were bundles of clustered words all around her, here. One such were being amassed in the same direction the music was still coming from. So she focused on that. Again, the music grew more defined as she listened and willed herself closer to it.

The pile of amassed lines was growing faster than Anna could read them, only a few phrases at a time, "if I can manage" and "slight increase without" but the words were rung out faster and faster, the wrapping lines growing longer. The cluster strands would multiply and stretch, like a silk web made of literature.

"Wow, Elsa," Anna whispered.

The music stopped.

She was still within the white space, but all of the word clusters fled from her, and although Anna reached out, what came closer was an even greater mass. Unlike the small cluster of words, this was a large sphere the size of a building in front of her. Splashed with bright colors; blues, reds, yellows and pinks and whites. It was a collection of what looked like moving two-dimensional pictures. Anna saw herself, smaller, fawning over a lily, whispering, "Wow, Elsa!". She saw her smaller self in all of the pictures. She was tracing a picture of a snowflake, one Elsa had sketched. She was smiling at a small castle her sister had made of ice. There were millions of stars in the sky and she was outstretched on a roof, looking up, and Anna realized Elsa had been looking at her. They were together in all of the moving images. One instance of time she didn't recognize… Anna was the same age but wearing a white gown… Elsa was looking into a mirror to see her and dressed in white, as well. Anna didn't realize she had reached out to touch the screen until she felt everything. She was overcome with sorrow, because she knew this wasn't real but also felt hope because this could be a dream come true. Elsa watched her sister's words leave her lips, smiling, "Wow, Elsa." Euphoria was achieved in a happiness Anna had never imagined possible, and Anna felt it like she was made of nothing but perfection.

She felt a jab in her side and Anna was abruptly seated in a chair seeing the teacher in front of her and writing on a dry-erase board. "Welcome to… Hero… Suh-Pport…" Her body was so… heavy. "My name is… Mr. Boy…" The teacher turned back to face the class. "Well… I'll be teaching you everything you need to know about how to help your Hero."

Kristoff was next to her, and had just elbowed her flank "Whoa, Anna, get over it. You're going to have to listen in this one." Seeing his friend was still bewildered, he apologized, "Sorry if it hurt. I guess I don't know my own strength."

Elsa's mind was so beautiful and she had just been torn out of it… "Has the room always been this grimy?"

Anna just wanted to cry. She took a few deep breaths to calm herself. The shock from being somewhere completely without senses had been so different that returning to reality had been relatively like waking from a good dream only to drop into a nightmare.

Her sister saying "Wow, Elsa," was a strange thought to form when pounding anticoagulants into a powder with a mortar and pestle. Especially after Elsa had already distanced herself from her sister and was eye-deep in her project. She decided to use an oral blood thinner to reduce risk of infection and now she had to estimate the dosage. Strange, to have a thought like that while performing a menial task.

Then again, everything Elsa ever did was so that she could have her sister beside her. Perhaps she needed some motivation and her mind was providing archives as encouragement. It was a nice thought. Happy. It left as soon as it had arrived.

"See, Kristoff? We still get an action-packed thrill-ride." Anna strapped herself into… well, she'd like to think of it as "her" seat on the bus. "We get to learn about grappling hooks and pulley systems, how to detect traps, how to disable bombs, what more could you ask for?" Elsa was looking out the window, again, but Anna felt her smiling. "Good." Her tallest friend was sitting across the aisle from her and in a light-hearted mood, as well.

The arrangement would have been identical, if not for one side-burned male who was seated between the window and Kristoff. Her blonde friend side-eyed her, and responded: "I know that I did not want the Poisons' Immunity course," he told her. "Heroes never take it as an elective because it's a requirement for us Sidekicks. It's bullshit, I tell you!" He crossed his arms.

"Hey," interjected Hans, "just be thankful you aren't allergic to peanuts." Kristoff only turned to him. "I mean, just imagine being a getting caught by a villain. The worst way to go would by far be your arch enemy, hovered above you, and the last words you'd ever hear would be 'Deez Nuts'."

He began to laugh, but Kristoff shook his head, "Dude-"

"No," Anna affirmed, but she grinned openly at the young man.

"Fine, that was a stretch," Hans amended, "but speaking on behalf of the Hero class: I do thank you very much for your sacrifice." The comment gained a shoulder's shove from the blonde.

Anna figured, "So you're staying over at Kristoff's for…?"

"Weightlifting, pizza, and watching football," Hans answered as he held up his hand.

Kristoff high-fived him and added, "Gonna be a non-stop bro-fest. All that's missing is beer… but you know how Pabby is about underage drinking."

"Why don't you move into the dorms, next semester?" asked Hans. "I'm dorming with a senior who's out by the end of this fall."

Kristoff and Anna glanced at each other. "He works quick," their looks mutually shared.

Pursing his lips, Kristoff hesitated before not committing. "Sounds like a fun time. I'll talk to Pabby about it."

"I could," Hans shrugged, "y'know, ask him for you, if you think that would help.."

"Hans," Kristoff sighed before he continued, "I don't have that kind of money. My Pabby doesn't have that kind of money. We travel together on the Tutoring Royals with Oracle Lecturers' dime."

"Oh," Hans looked down at his knees. He held a hand to the back of his neck, "My bad, Kristoff, I had no idea."

"No problem, man. You didn't know. But I meant I can look into scholarships, alright? I don't want to put my Pabby through something about money if I can help it. He's done enough for me."

Hans nodded.

Anna needed to break that tension. "Brotime sounds gross, actually." The two men looked at her. "Two boys sweating and belching in the same room? Football games last like three to four hours, right? Might as well be a bog of stench."

Rolling his eyes, Kristoff lightened up, to banter. "Yeah, except we use deodorant. You should try it sometime, Stinker." Anna only stuck her tongue out, her mission accomplished. "Besides, is 'girl time' so different?"

Her freckled nose scrunched as she considered. "I think so; we read books and cook together before we watch movies."

"That sounds like you live in Snoresville," Hans voiced.

"Or off the coast of Boringland," Kristoff assisted.

"Isn't that near Cape Nevercared?"

"Only when you take exit I-Left."

"If you see 'Honesty Turnpike', please make a legal U-turn: you've gone too far."

"Okay, okay, point taken, geez." Anna laughed.

The two boys continued along and when Anna quit talking, just bearing witness to her friends' banter, Elsa stopped listening. Still staring out the window, her foot had begun to tap. Kristoff had called it: "girl time". "When was the last time Anna and I did that?" she wondered.

It had been quite some years, she knew. Anna had been running Cross Country, back then. Elsa had made spaghetti to load the younger sister up on carbs the day before a race. Their parents had been out, so they had watched Beauty and the Beast together. Anna had fallen asleep. At that thought, Elsa's lips quirked ever so slightly upwards at their corners. "Ah, yes, of course," the blonde recalled. Elsa had kissed Anna's forehead, that night. She had wanted to do more, of course; Anna's head was on her shoulder, her button-down pajama top had come loose and she hadn't been wearing anything underneath. However, where the innocent kiss had deviated from the plan, anything more would destroy it. Nothing should get in the way of Elsa's plan. "So far, nothing has," she thought.

She heard her sister's chatter next to her and tuned back in. However, her mind also began working on a different issue at hand: when she would next get the house to herself. Apparently, Kristoff invited the boy with sideburns over instead of Anna. That was usually Elsa's window of privacy. When Anna went out with Kristoff, it would generally last between one to four hours. Over the summer, it was about twice a week. Now, Elsa realized, she would have to be careful.

The eldest Stronghold shut her eyes when she understood that her usual pent-up frustrations may need to wait a number of weeks before release. "Surely Anna will join a club or something," she hoped.

"Elsa?" Although surprised, the blonde didn't startle from her sister's voice, despite it being so very close beside her. Although Anna's attention did stand her forearm hairs at attention with an electric tingle. A blonde eyebrow bowed up, but she stayed staring out the window just long enough to notice the house across the street from her family's. Elsa stood and made a terrible mistake. When the younger sister had observed her elder rising, Anna had turned away from her to exit behind Kristoff and Hans. With Anna's back to her, Elsa had breathed deeply through her nose, unfortunately gasping her sister's shampoo scent. Just hormones and light sweat, really, but that subtle and glorious fragrance of woman that was ever so slightly sweet. She was right to have burned the keys with antiseptic. Otherwise she would probably have sniffed them throughout the night. She felt her sex prepare. "I'll have to eat something spicy to burn that out," Elsa thought as she followed her sister off of the bus.

To her, Anna had the most attractive everything. Eyes, freckles, smile, hair, body shape, and scent. Elsa's favorite was her sister's scent. She wouldn't go to Anna's Cross Country meets because her sweaty, hard-worked sister smelled so very strongly, Elsa wouldn't resist lathering herself in it for long. She had settled for when a worn-out Anna had come home, then discarded her clammy, sweaty shorts and jersey into the laundry hamper in the hallway, and retired to her room. Laundry was by far Elsa's favorite chore. The fantasy of those shorts, their build-in underwear, soaking up her sibling where Elsa wanted her nose buried the most... she would come so hard with that smell, the dryer drowning out her mewls with its own pulsing ruckus.

Elsa was staring as her sister leaned into the under compartment of the bus for their bags. Her lilac dress spanned over her backside, Anna had something under the material on her right hip. Her calculative eyes narrowed at the bulge too bulky to be a wrinkle. Elsa's torso began to also lean forward, her eyebrows knit together, as she considered what could be in the pocket. "Not the shape of Anna's cell phone. Not the shape of anything, really." She straightened when her sister did, and Anna smiled as she handed Elsa her own bag. That angelic, sweet, loving and adorable smile that was Elsa's favorite. The young woman pursed her lips and about-faced, not wanting her sister to see her gulp down the lust she had for her. Elsa realized, as she strode to the front door, that she should have thanked Anna for grabbing her bag for her. However, the eldest decided it was already too late.

Luckily, Anna had not expected her sister to thank her. The freshman had stayed bent over longer than she had needed for her own pleasure. On the bus, she had felt her sister's mood shift and her eyes settle on her ass into something border-line of a leer once they had both descended the stairs. Although the attention was ridiculously welcome, Anna had forgotten that she had not slipped into a spare pair of underwear until a trail slid down her inner thigh, cooling as it traveled. In an attempt to hide a certain thrill coursing along her spinal column, Anna straightened herself to a fully upright position of standing before she handed Elsa her shoulder bag. It had apparently not worked, due to the curious scrutiny Elsa held for her in that moment. She raised her own eyebrows and cocked her head to the side with a lopsided smile. The show of innocence her sister usually would melt for had worked well enough, since Elsa turned on heel and walked toward their house. She waved farewell to Kristoff and Hans as she followed the love of her life.

The Strongholds' home was pretty plain; it needed to be, since it was technically a secret base. To the common eye, there was no entry way but there were stairs immediately along one side wall which lead up into the second floor; Anna's, Elsa's, and the master Stronghold bedrooms were up there, along with two bathrooms. The front door opened into the home's living room and beyond were a kitchen with breakfast nook, a dining room, and a home office. The entrance into the secret sanctum was behind the bookshelf in the office, and that basement was an underground fortress where the Stronghold Family would hold anything from family meetings to private plans among their souvenirs hard-earned in battles the married couple had won.

"Elsa?" Anna asked as the blonde opened the front door. The younger sister walked past, her hand falling into her dress pocket and clutched what she had left there. Elsa didn't miss it. "It's been such a long day," she continued, "I definitely need a nap." To make a show of it, Anna huffed before she finished: "But I was hoping… after that… Would you mind if we had 'girl time'? Like we used to?"

Practically knitting her eyebrows, Elsa tried to be discreet in her glances of Anna's pocketed hand. Curiosity gnawing on her bone marrow, she tried to stifle her raw nerve endings by clutching her arms to herself and looking anywhere but her sister. She took a deep breath, consenting, "That sounds like a good idea. The nap and the… time together. But I have a paper to write." She watched as her strawberry blonde temptress turned around to look at her and focused her own gaze on the island in the kitchen before she could look into those teal eyes that haunt her every fantasy. "I guess when you're done, I could use my laptop while you watch something on yours."

"Oh," Anna intoned with disappointment. So Elsa's eyebrow perked up and she had to look her sister's face, again. The younger tucked a stray lock of bangs behind her ear and played with one of her twin braids… "Well I was actually hoping we could nap together," she told Elsa as her other hand stayed in her pocket.

With pursed lips, Elsa shrugged her shoulders. "I have to get some laundry going."

Anna looked away, nodded, and ascended the steps without another word. Even though she began walking towards the kitchen, she watched Anna. From her vantage point, Elsa could see a her sibling take out whatever had been in her pocket, but could not see what it was… just before she saw Anna unzip her dress and release constellations of freckles on her shoulders and back to the open air before completely out of sight. Elsa heard the clothes hamper snap shut.

After she licked her lips, Elsa took a steadying breath. She waited. Apparently, Anna was hesitant about something; she hadn't gone in her own room, yet.

Anna's primary objective had been one of two royal blue towels which had hung in the bathroom she shared with her sister. Although Anna was fond of using only her own singular, pink beach towel for drying everything after a shower… she had a difficult time choosing which one of Elsa's she would want to borrow. Her sister had a smaller towel, for her hair, and a larger for her body. Today, without much of an inner debate, Anna chose the larger of the two. Completely dry, it still held the scent of her sister at her cleanest, trapped in its soft, cotton-linked fibers. On her way out, she stopped to look at herself in the mirror, surprised to see her own elated grin. And her own unbound breasts, covered in freckles, her hair tossed from pulling the sundress over her head. Anna wondered what Elsa liked so much about her freckles. Anna knew she liked Elsa's faint, dainty ones brushed across her nose… but that was because there were so few and no one could be close enough to see them but herself. Anna's were just… everywhere. "Maybe that's why Elsa likes them," she reasoned, as she tip-toed to her room with Elsa's towel draped over her arm.

A soft click sounded off as the door latched shut to Anna's room.

Elsa quickly opened the dryer and the washer doors, already feeling her cheeks flush. Briefly, she thought on how this flair in libido could be a Pavlovian response. Never the less, she grabbed as many damp clothes as her arms allowed then flipped them down into the dryer as her pulse quickened. She reached high for the fabric softener and added the sheets. Her hands started to shake before she pressed the start button. She left the washer door open and walked back to the steps. Towards the hamper with Anna's lilac dress.

Except when Elsa was at the top of the stairs, the dress was not in the hamper. It was on the floor.

The blonde scholar reached for the a-line and cradled it in her hands. It really did suit Anna. A muted pastel. The top was enough support to not need a bra, and so it was the perfect place for Elsa to place against her face. Such a bust was soft and thick, having held precious cargo only moments before. And there was Anna's scent, still lingering. Thrilled yet reverent, Elsa still had a task at hand. The skirt and blouse she was wearing could wait until tomorrow, so she took the shared laundry basket back to the first floor. The young woman reached the laundry machines, set down the basket, and opened its lid before her eyebrows creased. She had definitely heard the hamper snap shut.

Nothing stood out as Elsa peered in and saw only disarrayed amalgam of clothes. There were Anna's as well as her own shirts, skirts, socks, and jeans. Her own panties, as well, were actually laying at the top of the pile, where she had left them two days ago. The elder sister sighed, then, and emptied the cold-wash basket of laundry into the machine, added detergent, and started the washer.

She walked over to her cell phone and texted their mother, to see if she should order anything for them. The parent Strongholds were in Mumbai, on a recon mission, and would probably be home anywhere between the day after tomorrow or around next week, whenever The Commander could manage his first bout of combined jet-lag and food poisoning. After I-love-you's were exchanged, Elsa ordered a couple of sandwiches, and could not help but smile when she recited Anna's favorite.

The eldest sister climbed the stairs, tucking the empty hamper in her arm, to her own bedroom. The crystal blue satin was her favorite set of pyjamas, so although her heart would probably threaten cardiac arrest when sitting next to Anna, she thought she should at least be as comfortable as possible. On the same note, she went into the restroom between her and Anna's bedrooms at the end of the hall, to exchange her pairs of contacts and grab her reading glasses.

When she came back downstairs, Elsa sat in her designated area on the corner or the couch to read online journal articles as her resources; her legs tucked up to her on the sofa, her right hand navigating pages on her laptop, balanced on her lap, and her left elbow on the arm rest of the couch, fingers lazily tapping one after the other. As soon as she had settled into a lull of productivity, Anna came downstairs to join her on the couch.

"Don't get up, Elsa. I'll get it."

Anna was in a red cotton pjs, overlaid with blue and green plaid. Where Elsa's were slip-ons, Anna's buttoned down. They were the exact same pair she had worn the last time she and Elsa had a girl's night. The older sister's eyebrows creased together, "Get what?" But Anna had already opened the front door, thanking the Jimmy Johns cyclist for the sandwiches. As if stepping back in time, Anna sat directly in the center of the couch, her legs out and crossed so that her feet could rest on the coffee table… and her torso leaned in to touch her shoulder to Elsa's. Except this time, they each had sandwiches and began to intermittently take bites until there were only the paper which had wrapped them.

The elder sister's breath out was a bit more than it had rhythmically been steadied. While Elsa worked hard to concentrate on creating a graph for the oncoming experiment's data, Anna browsed the internet for her textbooks. At least, when Elsa would glance at the laptop, it would appear that way. Anna had already… "What am I going to call this?" Anna wondered, already observing herself through Elsa's eyes. She decided she would call it "leaving," in that moment. She wasn't "there" anymore, she was "somewhere else." And again, she could see herself but through a screen. Anna reached out, lightly touching a fingertip to the image.

Her right shoulder was the best feeling of tingle she'd felt in her life, and it spread throughout her entire body, down to her toes. Like heat resonated at the source, where Elsa's shoulder was touching her own, and there were electric bolts shooting to tell the rest of her body that she was in heaven. Her heart picked up pace, her breathing was hard to control, but she had to keep it steady because "Anna can't know yet."

"So I will, someday?"

Elsa's screen flashed to look at Anna's face. Anna felt Elsa's eyebrow shoot upwards, something she could never do was isolate one eyebrow from the other, so the sensation was enough to know she was still touching her hand to the screen, feeling everything her older sister felt. Anna retracted her hand. "Shit. She can hear my thoughts, if I touch it."

"How am I going to get out of here?" she wondered. With Hans, it had been so easy. His mind wasn't shaped like this, it was very linear. She had wanted in, and gotten in. He had been thinking of Kristoff, and only thinking of one thing he had seen him doing. She had found an exit by thinking of exiting, and she had returned into herself. With Elsa… there was so much to navigate.

"Anna?"

She had to get out of there. She couldn't leave because she didn't know how. The first time was because Elsa stopped thinking… the second time, Kristoff had elbowed her body. "Maybe it's like a dream," she thought, and without another one, she just punched herself.

A fist, her own fist, punched her cheek.

"Anna?!"

The younger sister again assessed her surroundings. She was looking at Elsa, she was no longer within Elsa, she was on the couch, in their living room, and her right cheek really hurt. "I mean, a sidekick. I'll be someone's sidekick, someday. I know I shouldn't be surprised but… I still don't even know how I could be helpful, you know?" she kept rambling, "I mean, I don't know much about technology or healing so I can't help with supplies for my hero," Anna could ramble and everything would seem normal. "I'd like to, though. I would like to learn about programming so I can at least create a few gadgets or access a few files for when my hero needs them." Elsa never wanted to stop her rambling, Anna realized as she kept going, "Plus, I mean, that's where all the need is, now. It's in hacking security feeds to erase or doctor evidence against supers. I'd like to protect my hero, like that; you know, protection equally exchanged so we can… stay… together." Elsa was the only one who let her ramble on until she ran out of what to say. "Or something. I don't know. Never mind."

There was a long silence, but Anna felt Elsa's arm shift so that it surrounded her opposite shoulder. Elsa was hugging her. It was a half-hug, but Anna's stomach did somersaults. In a sweet, rare voice that Anna had barely heard her sister use- not since they were small- Elsa told her: "That idea is beautiful. Don't question it. Just make sure that you enjoy what you do to make it happen."

Anna swallowed and looked up so that she met Elsa's piercing eyes, hooded by such long lashes. "I just want to make them happy."

Elsa half smiled, her eyes widened, and her single eyebrow shot up again. "But you are already the best at that."

Always, Anna always always always wanted to kiss Elsa. She wanted to please Elsa. She wanted Elsa to be happy, to smile at her, to tell her she loved her all the time because she knew Elsa needed to hear it. It hurt her sister when she didn't think it was the same kind of love, but she didn't want Anna to know what kind of love it was, not until there would be no way for anyone to deny it to them. Right now, there were still parents, professors, laws, and social ridicule. Elsa didn't want Anna subject to it, Anna knew that. But she wanted to take Elsa, right there on the couch. Take her lips and her body and tell her it would be alright and to just let her take charge.

But Elsa wouldn't want that, she wouldn't be ready. She wouldn't believe Anna.

So Anna swallowed everything she wanted to say and clutched her fingers into the fabric of her pyjama bottoms. She smiled, because she could at least say, "Thanks, Elsa."

She lay her head on Elsa's shoulder, tucked her own feet up, like her sister, and put her laptop on the coffee table. "Whatcha doin'?"

She felt Elsa's lungs expand. Not just to answer, but in pride for what she had done and what she was doing for Anna in the long run and how well it should work out. "This is how I will keep track of my experiment…" Elsa explained while Anna even got to nuzzle her sister's shoulder.

Once Elsa had recognized she may be liable to cross from sisterly affection and into physical posession as she stroked Anna's arm, she split them apart. With the excuse of being too tired to even watch a movie, Elsa arose from the couch and then pet Anna's head and caressed her cheek in the same motion.

Her sinuses were no longer on fire by the time Elsa started brushing her teeth. The mint was doing a fine job of getting the spicy teriyaki aftertaste of her sandwich out of her mouth. Anna's dress was waiting for her, laid out on her bed, like a proper replacement of a lover. The bedroom was not locked, but Elsa left the bathroom door open so she could keep an eye on the hallway. And on Anna's door, which was shut. Their parents shouldn't be home, so as soon as Elsa had heard snoring, she knew she had time to herself.

Far from spontaneous, she felt ill prepared to take care of herself. However, she felt pressured into a now-or-never situation. The thought of sharing her space with Anna- for hours on end, on a daily basis, and without easing the intense need within herself- was a sweet agony. Theoretically, she needed to take care of herself as soon as possible. Nonetheless, after she had finished brushing her teeth, washing her face, and brushing her hair… Elsa thought about how long the day really had been.

"Paperwork, studies, traveling, surrounded by people, walking all over campus…" she hadn't thought about it, before, but… once she had begun to, she realized it had indeed been a long, hard day. She really was tired. She definitely needed to sleep. "Anna won't miss her dress for a while, will she?" and then the hesitant thought occurred to her, "I can just send it to be dry-cleaned before the weekend." After all, Anna was the kind of girl to wear different outfits throughout the month and probably would not choose that particular dress for a while.

It was a fine thought but an odd thought. She and Anna, together, for the first time in forever. Elsa hadn't thought of it before, that she could consider them the entity: "We." Elsa pulled her duvet back from her bed as she smiled and climbed in; asleep before her head hit the pillow.

Anna felt like she was a cheesy sideshow hypnotist, telling her sister how she felt veeery sleeeeeeeeepy, but Elsa really was out like a light. All Anna did was enter Elsa's mind, say "tiring," and she could see everything that exhausted her sister. Elsa felt so much at once, which surprised Anna who rarely saw even a flicker of emotion on her sister's face. She didn't know for how long or how hard Elsa was going to stay that way, but she did know that her sister was asleep and not dreaming.

The strawberry blonde eased out of her bed. Once she tip toed to her door and slowly pushed the thing open, she could see her sister's room directly across the hall. Elsa's door was still open, so easy for Anna when she crept in.

First, she knocked on the door, still swung within the room. Her sister's breathing stayed steady, her consciousness unaware. So Anna closed the door, to see if the noise of it shutting would wake her sister. Sleep still clutched her. "Elsa?" she asked. She waited but her older sister did not change positions. She climbed up into bed with her, the bed dipped where her knees pressed down and the mattress groaned, and Elsa's body shifted but… nothing else. No warnings or raised pulse. Nothing but deep, undisturbed, well-deserved sleep.

When Anna peeled back her sister's cover, her image of soft, satin pjs were so very sinful. Elsa's cheek was against the pillow, neckline was low and her chest was up, her top stretched tight across her breasts as she slept on her back. Anna swallowed as she let her eyes feast on Elsa, where her pale and soft skin became wrapped in loose, flowing fabric. Vulnerable. The opportunity was just too good to ignore. She licked her lips and dipped her head down to Elsa's neck, just to smell her sister at her pulse. Sweet, like roses, and fresh, like snow; the skin was unblemished by anything; no moles, birthmarks, scrapes or scratches from any itch… "A taste," she reasoned, leaning forward.

She planted her hands above Elsa's shoulders and shifted her knee so that she was hovering directly above her sister. She breathed in that scent again, because she could. Because Elsa usually did not let her get so close. Because she needed the intimacy of her sister, sleepy, calm, and lovingly oblivious to all anxieties that usually assaulted her at every corner in reality. Anna loved her sister the way she was right there: brilliant, fatigued, and… spent. The younger sister just wished the energy which had left Elsa could be all her fault. Envious of the activities of the day taking the potential, stealing the passion her sister should be giving to her. And Anna did feel that was a selfish idea. It was an angry one, tainted with a grudge toward something that was not anyone's fault. So Anna wanted just a piece of what should be, by all rights, hers. It was her sister, her mutually returned love, the light of Anna's life for which she would do anything… "and who would do anything to take me as her own," the girl understood. The realization sent an excessively pleasured chill down her spine. With that elegant smell of Elsa in her senses, Anna closed her mouth over the side of her sister's neck.

She had not prepared herself to hear a small, surprised hum from the girl beneath her. Anna's thighs seized and she felt herself fight the automatic weakness from the response. Her body felt fatigued instantly, but she needed more. Once her braced arms were strained to keep her hovered above the blonde, Anna stroked her tongue against Elsa's neck and was rewarded with a contented sigh from below.

A harsh whine clawed through Anna's throat as she breathed out, only to instantly suck more air in through her nose, still branded with the scent of Elsa. She was soaring high. Everything buzzing inside of her and around her. Her braced arms collapsed to her elbows, and Anna's hands shot to Elsa's hair, fingers massaging the blonde locks against their scalp. Her knees dove down, to press her pelvis against the body of the woman under her, grinding the sensitive nerves between her legs along Elsa's tight abdomen.

She had to calm down, had to calm down, calm down, calm down, but her heart was racing and her nerves were firing and Elsa was right fucking there, she was there and she knew the older sister wanted her, she could just take her "If Elsa would just swallow her fucking anxiety long enough to…"

Hands were at her hips and Anna instantly stilled. Elsa was awake. She hadn't been monitoring Elsa's consciousness. The palms roamed up to her ass, rubbing there for a moment. Just before they slipped past the pajama bottoms and left a trail of cool frost in their wake, along Anna's bare skin. Almost cooing, Elsa sighed out and ran her hands back upwards, up the sides of Anna's back. Gently coaxing her sister down to her, the older sister whispered into the ear next to her lips: "What a bad girl, Anna." The warmth of breath washed over Anna's ear, heating up everything and making her hyper aware of the cold mist along her back and ass.

"This isn't your room." Elsa's teeth clamped on Anna's earlobe. Somehow, Anna's shoulders gave way and she fell, allowing all of her weight to press against the surface of her sister. Submitting to her. Wanting everything and to give anything. Without any energy herself, Anna couldn't do anything but wait. "We are not children, anymore," the woman's voice lulled, feeling like every syllable reverberated throughout her system, "Did you think I would cuddle you? Like when we were younger?" The younger sister let herself be held by the woman underneath her, her chest cushioned by the pillowed, supple body beneath of her own. "My desire for you is too strong, my love. If you get this close to me, I will take you whether you want me or not." Elsa bit Anna's jaw, "Deliberately." She nipped her cheek, "Completely." She stroked her tongue along Anna's lips. "Mine and no one else's," she claimed before her lips took Anna's. They enveloped and controlled the mouth of the girl above, who accepted and responded whole-heartedly.

Elsa's knees tucked up between Anna's legs. She flipped them over so that Elsa was just as close and just as powerfully surrounding as Anna had always wanted her… then Anna became aware that she was the one who had been dreaming.

All the same, Anna felt her sister's knee move to between her legs. Elsa was consciously with her. They were linked, like this. But Anna had linked with Elsa and made her sleep... In her sleep. She didn't know that this was something that could happen. That her power could slip away from her. That she could force another into her own consciousness.

When she forced her eyes open, Anna was in her own room and in her own bed. However, Elsa's influence was still surrounding her. She still felt the pouring frost along where Elsa's hands were still roaming in her own conscious. Still smelled her sister's scent in her nose, still felt Elsa's knee digging into her crotch, forcing it to discharge evidence of her actual want for her. Anna bit her lip and kept her eyes open, not seeing Elsa. It was too sweet of a hope, it was too perfect of a situation, and the sensations were enough, for now. Anna looked at her bedside table as she felt Elsa's fingers spread and push back down to slip under her pajama bottoms. The digital clock read three in the morning. She swallowed hard and closed her eyes; she went back. When she opened her eyes again, Elsa's were locked with hers. Those cool, gentle hands returned to her hips. When Anna bit her lip, Elsa smirked and teased two fingers along the slick heat of her little sister's sex.

With a lift of her hips, Anna received them briefly inside. "No, Anna," her sister dismissed her, retracting her fingers from where they should stay. "You're not ready for me, yet." Elsa's breath shifted to Anna's clavicle. A free hand moved from Anna's hip, it dragged under Anna's shirt along her side, popping the bottom two buttons. "I want you…" she stroked teasing fingers around Anna's areolas, "dripping." Anna came as if on cue. Elsa laughed while she praised, "Such a good girl."

Elsa took her fingers out from Anna's warm center. Anna watched as Elsa lifted the cum-stringed fingers and licked them clean, eyes never straying from hers. "I can't wait anymore, Anna." Elsa said, a rasp of craving in her voice. Her chest breathed a heavy sigh. "There's one way I've always wanted you, you know? You've always had a way with words, but… when you talk to others, Anna? Although I listen to every word that falls from your lips, sometimes I just look at that beautiful mouth of yours and think about how I want to fill it." Elsa stroked her thumb across Anna's bottom lip. "Because I'm selfish," she asserted. "and I don't want anyone else to hear what you have to say. I don't want you to talk to anyone else," Elsa leaned back in so that her lips caressed Anna's ear with every word, "but mostly I want you to know: that mouth should be used. Just for me and my purposes."

Suddenly, Anna was aware of people outside of Elsa's room. They weren't there, just like Anna was not in Elsa's room. She actually knew that. This was her own fear. This was her own terror. Their parents' judgment. Her friends' and others' opinions. She cared. Anna cared about others when Elsa did not. Her older sister had been right; if it was just the two of them, it would not matter. But there were others who mattered to Anna. Not a fraction as much as Elsa mattered to her, not a fraction of the love she held for her sister, but they were still important.

She didn't mean to, but she could not help but think of all of the people she cared about who would leave her if they found out how she and her sister felt about one another.

"Elsa, we can't," but Anna's sentence was caught in her throat. For the first time that Anna could remember, Elsa interrupted her. And with a kiss.

Their parents, grandparents, Kristoff, their peers, professors, everyone Anna had ever met. One by one, they filed into a line outside of the door. As soon as she accidentally thought of another person, the line grew. Their distain still hurt, in the core of her heart. And they were standing just outside of Elsa's closed bedroom. Elsa was right, Anna acknowledged. She wasn't ready.

"Open that mouth for me," Elsa demanded. "Or I'm going to open it for you."

"Elsa, please," Anna begged, but Elsa took the opportunity to plunge her fingers into her mouth. Firmly between Anna's lips, Elsa managed to grab Anna's tongue. She climbed up her sister and forced her head down deep into the pillow, used leverage to her advantage, and sat directly on her face. Although Anna had closed her mouth, Elsa conjured her ice phallus. The crystals shaped a growing, solid form and forced their way into her mouth, as well. Elsa moaned as she felt her sister's tongue. Elsa spread her legs wide against Anna's face. She thrust her pelvis hard, deeper, she needed more, the stimulation was not enough.

"If it were not a dream," Anna thought as she felt her sister's penis slide down her throat, "there would be no way to breathe."

Then Elsa grimaced, one hand yanked her younger sister's hair. "Open wider, Anna, your teeth…" and sighed in relief as she was obeyed. Tears in Anna's eyes, she could not disperse her fears of the people outside of the door walking in. She was certain they would open the door. In her panic, the doorknob turned.

When Elsa glanced to the sound, Anna, shoved her sister off of her body. The force against Anna's hands served to wake herself up. She heard Elsa gasp, even through two closed doors and a hallway.

But Elsa was right, all along.

Anna would not be ready until she stopped caring about others. But that was all Anna could do, in life, was to care. And care so much for people with such little impact. It was enough to bridle her lust for Elsa with the fear of being unwanted and unloved.

That made Anna feel such a vile, retched thing in her gut.

That meant, to Anna, that Elsa's love would not be enough for her.

Which wasn't fair, because Anna was all Elsa ever wanted in the world.

"No," the whisper hitched in what sounded like pain as Elsa choked back a sob. In her room, she was alone. Without Anna. A few feet of space between their rooms may as well have been miles. "A dream," she bitterly mused. Elsa couldn't breathe, her chest was so tense. She swallowed and took forced a hitched deep breath in through her nose, failing before steadying her exhale, doing it again at least a bit more smooth, hissing on the breath out through her teeth.

Already sitting up, Elsa hiked her knees to her chin. She spoke to herself quietly, "How could I taste her? I did, I really tasted her…" before shutting her lips and pursing them tight. The sour tang of Anna's womanhood, somehow, had been on her tongue. An aftertaste which ceased to linger as soon as Elsa had opened her eyes. "How?" she balked, silent at last. "It was so real, how could I feel pleasure and pain? How could I taste her, how could I smell her sweat, excitement... her fear?"

Her imagination had never been as vivid as the previous moments. Never before had she felt heaven and been denied. Images, yes, constantly. Conjured hoaxes and teasing visions- sight was the only sense Elsa's mind could provide her in dreams.

"The smell," Elsa reasoned, "could be from this," one hand clutched tighter to the dress in its grip. A tear welled up in her eye, but she willed it to recede and blinked to spread the saturation evenly so it would not spill. It worked. But what she wanted was for the act she had dreamed to have been real. The fact that it had not happened was nearly as cruel to her as what she had wanted to do to Anna. If Anna had come into her room, if Anna had broken into her personal space, Elsa would have taken her. She didn't want to share Anna with all of the people that girl cared about.

She examined her right hand, the one she emotionally needed to be soaked in the warmth of her sister and found it deprived of heat entirely. Cold, even. Just like the rest of her. That heat, the rapturous storm she had been caught up in and surrounded by, was gone. But her fucking non-existent dick had hurt when Anna's jaw tensed. Her nose had filled with Anna's aroma and washed her in hormonal bliss. Her hands had only felt her own sex, never her sister's, which was much different in both angle and response. She rationalized, "The pain could have been from my nails, if I had started to touch myself."

Elsa could not find any reason for her taste buds to recognize Anna's... anything of Anna's; her lips, skin, or cunt. Like most women who find interest in their own sex, Elsa had been curious of her own flavor around her late adolescence. Although mostly like citrus, she did not have such a distinct note of sour. Anna's cunt had an acidic, lasting, addictive, and unique savor to its taste. It wasn't anywhere now. "Well… it's across the hall," her inner voice supplied, sardonically. She scoffed at herself, calming a bit.

Falling back into the pillows, she pulled the bust of Anna's dress to cover her nose- that scent not a fraction as strong as it had been- and stared up at the black ether above. She knew her ceiling was there but she couldn't see it. She bent one leg up and felt the swelled lips of her sex glide against each other and was suddenly back to being sharply alert. Elsa balanced the cup of the dress over her mouth as she licked her lips and a tinge of fabric. She moved the hand down and unbuttoned her top. After she swallowed hard to catch her breath, she slid her hand under her nightshirt and gently stroked her nipple while her remaining fingers moved down between her thighs.

She did want Anna to resist her. Anna's deep teal eyes glossy with tears as she felt Elsa moving inside her. She did want Anna to fight to be free. The straining of the girl underneath Elsa weakening with every thrust Elsa pulsed. It was part of what Elsa loved about her sister, that fight; more so was her desire to overpower it. Anna's sweaty, spent body limp and taking everything Elsa gave as she pounded her love deep inside of her sister. Logically, her dominating Anna should lead to her placing the younger sister in a more submissive position. In an instant, missionary was switched for Anna on her stomach and ass high in the air, lovehandles perfect for anchoring a good fucking as Anna cried out, not yet broken to the point of asking for more, but wanting all the same. With one imaginary request from Anna of "please," Elsa came. Her fingers coated, she brought them to her lips and knew for certain how different Anna would feel, smell, and taste.

Elsa's hairs stood on end as she leaned to her left, her hand grasped for a switch. The lamp on her bedside table illuminated the room. She groped for the tissue box and wiped her right hand. She replaced the box, grabbed her glasses off of the night stand, and dropped the tissue into the wastebasket before she leaned farther down to a drawer. Elsa slid it open, and scooped out a book. When it came to crippling insomnia, nothing quite worked as well as reading Hawthorne to lull her back to sleep. According to her hammer-and-bell alarm clock, Elsa spent two hours reviewing short stories before she finally got up and showered at six in the morning. Elsa dried off, dressed, and returned to the shared bathroom to apply make up. Finished just before Anna's alarm finally went off, Elsa was ready to face the day and her sister after coming to her image… just like every other day, really.

Anna's room was not quiet as Elsa walked past. The elder sister didn't smile but had a satisfying burst of pride at the self-control to not shuffle her feet. Expectation had actually arisen for a brief time; Elsa had once placed a glass against the wooden door to amplify the soft, distant, muffled moans from inside her sister's room. She couldn't afford to do such tempting activities. Elsa was an adult, now. The likelihood of her freezing and splintering the door to force her way through and take Anna had grown exponentially, since back then. So she snatched her sister's dress off of her blankets and placed it on a hanger as she made her way down the stairs. After utilizing the Keurig, Elsa sipped her mocha as she watched the birds through the window. Though the front door made a thunk, Elsa remained in her seat. She continued enjoying the otherwise undisturbed peace of the morning and spent the time adjusting to what she knew would be a loud day. She did this by listening to the stifled twittering and taps the branches made against the glass pane and watched the chattering birds as they hopped from one branch to the next and the feeder, right outside the window. By the time Anna's steps finally echoed from the staircase, Elsa had finished her coffee.

The sound of the front door opening and closing drew Elsa's eyes to look deep down at the dregs of her mug. "Good morning," was yawned above and behind her as Anna lay the newspaper down at her rested elbow.

"Good morning," she voiced. "Thank you," she finished, exchanging her coffee cup for the paper. Cabinets were opened and cardboard then porcelain slid against wood as a box of Cap'n Crunch then a bowl were sequentially removed. While Anna poured her cereal out, Elsa began to thumb through the columns. Their parents' Cerberus victory was on the front page, which Elsa would later cut out for her parents to frame and exhibit downstairs. However, Elsa was more concerned for the middle pages- the stock market.

Luckily, the companies she had applied to- for each of which she owned a number of shares- were doing fairly well. When many children asked their parents for bikes or ponies for their birthday and Christmas presents, Elsa had requested stocks and bonds. The Stronghold family just so happened to be very popular at social functions and so were awarded more than the married couple had time to manage. Besides, Elsa was much fonder of numbers than either of them and shareholder meetings were stuffy and dull in comparison to battling giant monsters in tropical climates. Elsa had created each of her parents a retirement fund, true, but reserved the greatest collections for her own account. She didn't make a reserve in Anna's name; that would defeat the point of Anna needing to rely on her.

If yesterday's numbers in the paper were anything to go by, Elsa's dream of buying an island could be integrated into her ten-year plan… if she did not want to build a base until then. So her leg work would still need to include her project. She heard Anna's chair scrape as she sat down across the table, in front of Elsa's previous view. The blonde sighed and set down the paper. Anna was scrolling on her phone. Cat videos on tumblr, of course. Those fingers, she thought.

The lithe digits seemed to walk along the touch screen: index then middle, index then middle. To touch those fingers would be so wonderful. To lace her own between them, yes, but mostly to lightly trace along their tendons to check what nerve endings reacted. Elsa felt warm thinking about licking them. Just to lick them. Just because they were hers. It's what anyone does, licking their own fingers. Despite the germs, yeast, and grime amassed, licking is how one showed ownership. Anna moved her fingers up to rest on the side of her neck. Licking to show ownership. An image flashed of her licking Anna's neck in a bed. A bed she should also include in her base's personal chambers, Elsa later realized.

She wanted Anna to love it. To eventually progress Anna to the point where she would beg Elsa for it. "Taste me," she could hear Anna saying, "Please." Similar to "Take me," but more confident… yet selfish. Like "Savor me." Elsa's foot began to tap, but she willed it to become still again. A flash of last night's dream erupted in her mind. Elsa's cock deep in her sister's throat while Anna's tears were flowing down her defined cheeks. Her mouth opening wider for her immediately after Elsa commanded it. Elsa scanned from the fingers resting on Anna's neck to those sharp eyes focused on the smartphone. As she observed her sister, Elsa reassured herself. She would mind break Anna; and she'd make certain that her Anna would love every moment of the capture.

Once was apparently not enough for Anna. She had finished her Cap'N Crunch and gone back upstairs to shower. That was what she wanted to do. She just wanted to shower. She didn't expect to think about Elsa again, but the blonde had looked so perfect as she had read the paper. Anna felt a bit of affection to the angelic, peaceful face of her hard-working sister. As she stepped under the spray, she decided to hop into Elsa's mind to see what exactly she was so deep in thought about and… well she was quite abruptly interrupting a scene in her sister's thoughts of her just taking her in the very shower she was taking. "Come on, Anna, we have to get you clean. Not too alert this morning, are you? Let's wake you up. Face against the tile now, good girl. Spread your legs."

Anna's hand shot out and amped up one dial to insure the shower became ice cold. "But, fuck, Elsa, just fuck." She didn't break the connection. Her sister had displayed her usual blank emotionless expression over the breakfast nook but Anna now felt the unabashed need thriving in Elsa to straddle and force her against the wall of the shower. And this was just free porn, tailored for her. Anna's eyes remained closed, as they did whenever she showered, because her hands moved for her to grab wash cloth and soap. As she lathered, scrubbing from her face to neck and down, she enjoyed her 3rd person view of her wet body getting tongue-fucked by Elsa on her knees, tip-toes making her ass perk. "Mm…" Anna saw her sister's tongue lick her lips as she withdrew. "Sorry, Anna. Not deep enough. But trust me, I'll wake you up." And her sister stood behind her.

Quickly, Anna hastened the meld to deepen. She approached the vision Elsa imagined as her and willed herself into the position. Then she was where the image had been, staring at a tile wall. "Holy shit," she felt the phallus poking at her entrance. The thing wasn't big, at all, not that different from a couple of fingers, but it expanded inside of her. Thickened. Anna, in Elsa's form for her, definitely did not have that painful proof of her virginity. Elsa started rocking into her, her arms wrapped around Anna's torso, her hands sliding between the cold tile and Anna's breasts, palming at the peaks there. Elsa's own tits were erect against Anna's back as Elsa's nose pushed Anna's hair back so her mouth could find purchase biting Anna's neck.

She 