Chapter warnings: incest, French kissing, armpit fetish (kind of).

NOTE: This is when the fic begins to pick up, for those of you who were wondering if it was going to be all fluff and light-angst, haha. Since I've marked it as NSFW and "Rated M" from the beginning, I hope this doesn't surprise anyone. Not that this chapter will be very NSFW! Just trying to remind everybody.

Review-wise, I won't respond to most of those because it would mostly be spoilers; this entire story has been pre-written, I'm just editing at this point. However, one of you asked what Elsa looks like. I'll attempt a quick sketch and post it to Tumblr; my username is "forkanna". (I'll be linking to it directly on AO3, but FFn isn't capable of such futuristic technology). Also, it's going to be the "cover" for this fic. Don't judge too harshly, my skills are nominal, haha.

~ CHAPTER FIVE ~

The next morning, Elsa woke to an arm around her middle. That alarmed her for a moment until she saw the red hair next to her shoulder.

"Anna," she grunted sleepily, yawning directly afterward. Then she muttered, "What… what are you doing here?"

"Loving my sister," Anna told her easily, cheek bunching with the force of her smile. "What do you think, my taxes?"

Sarcasm, and first thing in the morning. She fired back, "Have you even done taxes in your whole life?"

"No… that's what H&R Block is for."

Shifting uncomfortably under the sheets, Elsa stroked her sister's hair. The discomfort was only because of the dreams she had been having before waking to feel an unexpected human presence. They were about Hans. Not that she really had any feelings built up for him yet, but he was the only man she'd seen recently that she thought about in that way. Of course, he had been waiting for her in Edna's Ecstasies and quoting lines out of one of her novels, and Anna and Tiana had been in the corner, cheering her on, but it was nice to have one of those dreams again after so long without.

But now, it presented a problem. One where her sister was pressed right up against her, again, while she was suffering through certain urges — ones she had been too reticent to purge from her body the night before, since it would have meant time away from her sister. They were finally a little less distant from each other, and that was too important to ignore simply because she had a couple of new playthings to test out.

Besides, she didn't feel guilty this time about being semi-aroused in close proximity to her sister. After all, Anna was the one who barged her way in there to cuddle with her. It wasn't a bad thing, of course, but it did absolve her of any responsibility for waking up in such a manner.

"I guess that's alright," she finally whispered against Anna's head, and she heard a pleased hum from the other woman. "So… how long have you been here?"

"Maybe ten minutes." She snuggled in closer. Elsa fought down a physical reaction that irritated her to no end; she really was desperate. "I was gonna just check and see if you were up, but when I saw you looking so cute and peaceful, I couldn't resist."

"Awww," Elsa drawled out, and Anna snorted. Then she kissed her forehead. The skin was warm and smooth under her lips. "Well, I would be annoyed that you didn't ask first… but I guess I have missed this."

"Me, too. It… eh, nevermind."

"No, go on," she urged gently.

"Okay. It was only once in a while, but some nights when I missed you more than usual, I would cuddle my blanket, imagining it was you. Dumb, huh?"

Elsa's heart sped up, just a tiny fraction. "You did? I… you said you missed me, but I figured it was like we miss Aunt Gothel."

"HAH!" Anna burst out, a leg sliding up the top of Elsa's leg. She suppressed a shiver. "I definitely missed you way more than her, okay? God, I don't think any of us liked her at any point. You remember how Mom used to talk about her."

"I do," Elsa grumbled, shifting her own legs a little. She was trying to let her urges naturally abate, but they were only mounting the longer she stayed pressed up against her sister's form. So far, she could still blame it on the dreams without confronting anything weirder. If she didn't get up soon…

"Yeah, I felt bad for her. They didn't have what we have."

Smiling, Elsa turned her head to look into Anna's eyes. "And what's that, hmm?"

Reaching up with one hand, Anna caressed the side of Elsa's face, her smile completely contented. "Deep and abiding love."

Her stomach clenched, her heart raced. Stupid as it was, pathetic as it was, no one had really told her that they loved her in a long time. She yearned for that again a lot more than she cared to admit. Anna being her sister did matter to her. It mattered a lot. But she was also a real person, a beautiful woman who had probably met hundreds of new people in her travels. And she was telling her that she loved her.

"Don't… you agree?" Anna finally prompted. She didn't quite look hurt, but just the tiniest bit worried about Elsa taking so long to respond.

"Of course," she rasped, rolling slightly to face Anna more properly, bringing up a hand to her cheek. This also had the unfortunate side effect of putting Anna's leg between both of her own, but luckily there was a bedsheet covering their skin. "Anna, you know I…"

More prompting, with a slight, shy smile. "You…?"

"I love you so much." The words were baldly honest, and husky from sleep. Anna's eyelashes fluttered. Maybe that had been too forward, after all; it sounded like something more than you would say to a sister. Not the words themselves, but the tone. Trying to lighten the mood, she forced a little smirk. "Who wouldn't? Cute, annoying redhead. Like Lucille Ball."

But Anna's smile was still shy, though it did grow wider. Then she leaned up and pecked Elsa on the lips before quoting, "Wahhh, Ricky…"

Elsa couldn't help her reaction. She bit her lip, feeling her face finally reflect the lower parts of her body. What was the matter with her? Of course, she knew that it was down to her going so long without satisfying her urges; it wasn't truly because of Anna. Was it? At least she could take a very small comfort in knowing she had held it off for so long. Her own breathing sounded ragged to her ears, but maybe Anna couldn't hear that. She could get lucky yet.

"That's so cute!" Anna giggled, leaning in to kiss her cheek this time. So much for going unnoticed. When Elsa let out a breathy, shaky laugh, she laughed again and kissed the other cheek before whispering, "I don't remember you being so… shy! Oh my God!"

"Sh-shut up," Elsa whispered, wishing she had somewhere to hide her embarrassed grin.

Leaning over to catch her averted eyes, Anna went on, "But you're adorable, and somebody has to be told about this! My sister with the supposed stick up her beautiful ass is actually a blushing bride, waiting for her groom!"

"Th-this is nothing new, okay? I'm always… I don't have a g-good…" What words was she trying to find? They were all getting jumbled in her head, eyes as distracted by Anna's lips as they were. They had been so soft against her own, so inviting. They shouldn't be. She didn't care about any woman's lips, much less those of a close family member!

"You have a gorgeous little flush in your cheeks right now, that's what you have." Her hand came up in a helpless gesture. "Well, that's it; I have to kiss you. Nobody else is here to do it, so I'll make the sacrifice."

"What?! You'll… you mean- oh, Anna, y-you don't ha-mmhh…"

She couldn't believe it. Anna was kissing her. It wasn't a terribly obscene, graphic kiss, but still beyond the mere sisterly pecks she had given moments before. Slow, relishing, kneading… and Elsa responded, she wanted more, she burned for it! Maybe Anna would never have been her first choice to be the one she shared it with, but on the other hand…

Anna was so good at kissing. She'd dated men who had been complete rank amateurs next to her own sister. Maybe that was sad, but as mortified as she was that this was happening to her, she knew in the back of her head that it said even worse things about those men who had failed to measure up.

But it was going on too long. When did her hand go to the back of Anna's neck? When did Anna widen her mouth, opening herself to more? Elsa didn't respond to that; it felt too far, too obscene, but she did let her own mouth open the tiniest little fraction of an inch. Anna seized the opportunity, threading a tongue in between her lips, and Elsa let out a moan that didn't belong, that was too disgusting, too indicative of desire. What was she turning into? Far more putrid — what was she turning Anna into?

That wasn't quite fair. Anna was making the advances; she just wasn't turning her away. As tempting as it always was to take on all the blame for herself whenever anything went wrong at her hands, this time, she knew it wasn't quite so accurate. Neither of them were innocent.

For some reason, it was Anna running a hand through her hair, nails raking over her scalp, that made her snap out of her trance. Instantly, she broke the kiss, already hating how much she yearned for Anna's tongue not to slide away from her own, aching to do anything besides put much-needed distance between their mouths.

"Oh holy shit," Anna half-growled almost instantly, closing her eyes for a moment as she took a few breaths. Elsa braced for her to freak out, to shout at her for letting this happen, or to cry, or run away.

When she began to laugh, a gentle, completely contented laugh, Elsa found herself completely confused. And it only got worse when she crowed, "Daaamn, that was HOT!"

"Wh-what…" Swallowing, Elsa tried again, knowing she was seconds from tears. "What did we just do?"

Still laughing, she opened her eyes to say, "We kissed, stupid! That was fun! God, you made my knees weak with that!"

"But… b-but we're- I mean, isn't this-"

"Good practice, right?" Anna blurted, lowering her hand to pet Elsa's cheek. "For Hans! I mean, I have no complaints, either… you really know what you're doing, I guess I didn't need to bother!"

For some reason, even though this was going better than she expected, her heart still sank very slightly. "Oh. So this was just… practice."

"Well…" One of Anna's shoulders shrugged, just the tiniest bit shy. "Maybe not just practice. I told you, I really thought you needed to be kissed, because you were so shy about those dumb little ones. Like, anybody who could resist kissing you when you look like that must be some kinda monster. Plus, it felt great, and it's been a few months for me, so… thanks, I guess."

"You're really not… freaked out? That we did that, and we're…" Sisters. Sisters. She couldn't say it, even though it needed to be said.

"What, related? Big fat hairy deal." That last bit was their father talking again, and Elsa let out a laugh that she didn't feel very deeply. Anna grinned as she went on, "It's not like we're getting married or something crazy; just some smoochies. Besides, I've seen and heard things that are way crazier. Polygamy and sister-wives, child brides… some cool, some definitely less cool. It's a big world, Sis. One kiss between siblings? I'm absolutely at peace."

Ducking her head away, Elsa tried to hide her mingling confusion and shame. "A-ah. That does make sense, I guess. We… well, you hear that the US is considered a little conservative compared to other countries, and I know I'm not very… adventurous, most of the time. So of course you… I'm sorry, I guess I assumed you were…"

"Losing it? Nah. You're a beautiful woman, sister or no sister. And it was only a kiss." After a few seconds without response, Anna leaned in and added placatingly, "A really good one, though."

"It was. It was really good." She still couldn't help feeling the shame, but Anna's words were slowly making it smaller and less painful. "You're fantastic at that, too. I think that might have been the new kiss to beat for me."

"Yeah?" Giggling, Anna leaned in and left another peck that prompted Elsa to respond with one of her own. "Mmm, you're so affectionate when you get going! Show me your true way, don't hide this!" Toward the tail end, her voice became so urgent and imploring that Elsa felt her heart leap in her chest.

"Sorry, I… I don't know if it's really okay. With me," she followed up when she saw Anna about to reply. "Obviously, you're very comfortable with it, but I'm still… this is crazy, I don't know what's gotten into me! Because I like it, but I don't know…"

"Do you want me to get up?" Anna asked her simply. "If me being here is making it harder to walk your own path, I could-"

"N-no!" Elsa hurriedly told her, eyes wide with alarm. Anna nodded her understanding.

"Alright. Do you want me to let you kiss me this time?"

Elsa gulped. Anna shifted away, sprawling out on her back to cover the other half of her queen-sized bed. Waiting. Elsa rolled over, poised above her, looking down into her clear turquoise eyes. Anna leaned her neck up, parted her lips. Made herself open to anything.

She felt awful for leaning down, felt predatory. Was she taking advantage? Anna was still the one in control, the one asking questions. Changing things. She had just given Elsa the opportunity to try doing the same; it was still at her own speed and desire.

Elsa's lips brushed over Anna's, then turned aside. She was breathing so hard that she couldn't stand it. This was insane!

"Come on," Anna egged her, a hand landing on Elsa's ribs and stroking along them.

"This isn't right."

"It's right if we both decide it is, Elsa," she told her with a firm tone. Elsa flinched, and she petted her more. "Sorry. That was supposed to help with your anxiety, to open you to yourself. Not make it worse."

Her voice sounded strangled to her own ears as she demanded, "But aren't you… worried? That it's going to go too far?"

"There is no 'too far' between consenting adults without our allowing it, okay? I don't care about being all 'modest' or whatever. I care about you, my sister." When Elsa flinched again, this time she reached both hands up to her neck, turning Elsa's head so that she could stare up into her eyes. "My friend. Does that help? We are all just persons, bodies with consciousness. Terms like 'sister' and 'friend' are descriptions created by humans, and as humans, we can decide what they mean and don't mean. Right now, you're a person I want to kiss. And I am one you want to kiss. Tomorrow might not be the same, and that's okay, too."

Shaking her head back and forth, Elsa breathed, "You're such a hippie."

"Yeah. That's another word created by humans. We can use it." Anna's shoulders shrugged under her grey tank top straps. "Wanna make out with a hippie?"

Their lips were joined again before Elsa even realised she had moved. Pretending she hadn't already come to miss this in the few minutes since it happened was like pretending Anna wasn't beneath her; she could try, but it would be futile. And Anna felt wonderful up against her, like a trim, perfect subject for her to test herself upon. Maybe this really would just be practice. They could do that, couldn't they?

And Elsa needed the practice. This was the first time she had tried any such thing with another woman. Before now, the idea had always repulsed her. As it turned out, there were subtle differences from being with a man, but by and large they were academic. It still meant hot breath mingling, wet lips sliding over each other, hearts beating wildly. Maybe that article she had wandered across online, stating "no women are truly straight", had a grain of truth to it. Thanks to Anna and her willingness to let Elsa explore.

But being given more free reign only made her physical reactions worse. As she felt Anna's hands alight upon her shoulders, humming up into her, her hips wanted to slam down onto Anna's thigh. Very much so. She could control that, resist it, but it made her control over the kiss slip, and she was working her tongue into Anna's now, delighting in the contact, moaning into it. How badly she wanted more!

That was what snapped her out of it, in the end. The desperation to keep going past simply making out. Even what they had done so far was revolting, but Anna didn't mind, and had explained why she didn't. She could live with that level of guilt. But not if she let things progress any further.

"Ohhhh," Elsa groaned as she rolled off of her. "That was… I'm not the only one good at that, Anna."

"I know," she giggled as she rolled over to pet Elsa's stomach. "I've had plenty of compliments, so this isn't me being prideful. Just honest."

Elsa gazed over at her, chest heaving. "And you're really not grossed out, or have any regrets? Nothing?"

"Nope!" Leaning over, she kissed Elsa again; it was brief, but it was more than a peck, and Elsa sighed in mingling contentment and arousal. "See? Would I do it again if I hated it?"

"G-guess not. Wow… you're so accepting of everything." She smiled, and was surprised to find that she meant it. "That's one of the things I love most about you, Anna."

The smile that blossomed across Anna's face was glorious. Laying down next to her again, she whispered, "That, um… means a lot to me. Validation from you. I wasted a lot of time pretending it doesn't, or trying to make it stop meaning as much. But you're one of the few people in my life whose opinion really matters."

"Does it? I don't know why it should. I don't know anything about the… the wide, wild world you inhabit. Next to you, I'm an ignoramus."

"Because you're my sister. Or friend," she added, and they both laughed. "Now. It's the weekend, and I want to do some fun stuff with you, sister-friend. What do you want to do first?"

Keep doing this… or try out my purchases from last night, Elsa thought guiltily, rubbing her thighs together. But she didn't feel that comfortable with her "sister-friend" enough to say such things yet, even in jest. So instead, she simply said, "Oh, I don't know… I usually go shopping today."

"Great! We can go shopping together. I'll take a look around at the normal things, and maybe we can find some abnormal things, too. Then… I dunno, you pick."

"No, you should pick, too!" Elsa urged, gripping Anna's hip a bit tighter. "You're the guest, the 'tourist'. What's in Arendelle Cove that you want to see?"

Another tiny shrug. "Just you."

"Well, I… okay." Again, Elsa was blushing. Anna kissed her, and she shivered, then cleared her throat. "That is… going to get easier, I hope."

"Maybe. Anyway… I kinda wanna go by our old elementary school. A couple of the old haunts we used to hit. But I was gonna do that while you're at work."

"No way," Elsa told her firmly. "I mean, you can, but I think I'd like to go with you. I can't remember the last time I visited Fjordman, or A. C. High."

"Good, good. We'll go today. Unless you want to go while the students are there."

Laughing, Elsa waved that idea away. "I'd rather not. I want it to be just us."

"Just us," Anna agreed. And again kissed her. That time, Elsa returned it, tangling their lips together for a moment, grateful, needy. A minute or so later, when they parted, she breathed, "I love that. How every time I kiss you, I don't know how you'll respond. That's exciting, in its own way."

The word "exciting" was too apt. Before she reached a point at which she couldn't help her bodily reactions, Elsa sat up with a quiet grunt. "Right. Just don't tell anybody else about our, um… 'experiments', alright?"

"Oh, of course not! I'm not stupid, I know how other people would perceive a few simple kisses. Because of societal norms and taboos that should be outdated by now," she added in a grumble.

"Well, thank you for acknowledging they still exist, however outdated," she half-laughed. "Now… how about we start today by finding somewhere to brunch? Since we never got around to Krispy Kreme last night. Give me a few and I'll get showered and ready. Unless you want to shower first."

"Oh, I don't need to shower." When Elsa raised an eyebrow at her, she rolled her eyes and raised her arm. "Smell. See if I stink."

Curling her lip, Elsa burst out, "Urgh, Anna, when's the last time you shaved?!"

"Why should I remove body hair that genetics put there?" Elsa still looked dubious, so she merely prompted, "Do I stink? Honest question. It's only been since yesterday when I washed, I can't believe I would."

Pursing her lips in annoyance at how insistent Anna could be sometimes, Elsa leaned in close to the coppery tuft and breathed inward. And to her surprise…

It wasn't a horrendous experience. She might not have been freshly-bathed, but neither did she smell strongly enough that one would catch it without putting their face that close. All in all, the scent was rather pleasant, in an earthy way. She breathed in a couple more times, finding herself strangely allured by it, eyes closing as she tried to figure out if her feelings about the scent were positive or negative. Maybe it was just familiar, and she appreciated it for that reason alone. But she certainly wasn't as disgusted as she expected to be.

"I guess not," Anna chuckled. When Elsa flushed and pushed herself away, averting her gaze, she petted her shoulder and said in her gentlest voice, "Human pheromones are naturally appealing. Don't be embarrassed."

"Shut up. I don't like it. Not… exactly." To stop Anna pestering her for clarification, she snapped, "Okay, fine, you don't stink, but… a spritz of perfume wouldn't kill your 'natural' sensibilities, would it?"

Again laughing, she said, "Not really. That sounds like an okay compromise. And… we can put 'pit-sniffing' on the list of approved private activities, if you want to."

"No, I don't! GOD!" But Anna merely rolled over to shove her pit right in Elsa's face. Squirming and trying not to breathe this time, she snapped, "Stop that — the hair's tickling my nose!"

"Smell it! SMELL IT!"

"GET OFF, Anna!"

"Not until you smell my pit again and admit you love it!" she cackled as they wrestled back and forth, Elsa trying to ignore which limbs were going where. And also trying not to laugh herself.

"Who let you in my apartment again?! What idiot was that?!"

~ To Be Continued ~