Chapter 21.

Anna had gone on a few more dates with Hans the past two weeks and, even if she searched for any signs of Elsa's words being true, she found nothing. Every single thing about Hans was perfect; he continued to be as charming and romantic as always. Actually, since they were now officially dating, he was even more irresistible than before, so Anna didn't give Elsa's accusations more credit. Elsa, on the other hand, tried pressing on the subject, but she was afraid of upsetting Anna and losing her love so, eventually, she dropped it.

As days went by, Anna spend almost every morning with Hans, so Elsa spent almost all her time with Gerda or Kai. Sometimes actually talking (Though she was still quite insecure and stuttered a lot) and sometimes reading or watching TV.

Anna, of course, had talked to them about their feelings towards homosexuality and, while Kai didn't mind at all, Gerda's attitude and stubbornness made Anna lose her patience. She had threatened to fire Gerda and not allow her to even be near Elsa if she ever said another nasty thing about same-sex couples, which finally gave results.

About Elsa's drawing of Weselton, Anna had given it to Kristoff and Sven, but they hadn't found anything useful. There were some men that resembled him, but every time they showed Elsa the pictures, she'd said it wasn't Weselton. They had gotten a little desperate, but at least they hadn't lost hope.

Elsa, however, wasn't too worried about that issue. Lately she'd been more focused on controlling her powers when no one was around; since she knew now how to thaw the ice, she didn't have to worry about ruining anything. Her little research was actually very successful, since she'd found that, even if she froze plants (She'd done it accidentally), they'd come to life as if they hadn't been frozen as soon as she thawed them. The same could be said of animals (Also accidentally, she'd frozen a snail that was on a bush). She'd also discovered that, if she concentrated enough, she could do almost anything she imagined with the ice, but that she had to be really relaxed or it'd get out of control. She was still afraid of her curse, of course, but she reasoned that, if it was that dangerous, it was better to have complete control over it.

However, the very thing that helped Elsa control her powers (Her love for Anna), was giving her other problems. To help Elsa understand sexuality, Anna had bought her a book that explained it, as well as some movies and programs, and Elsa had been focused on said material the past days. The problem was that, even if she found the subject quite interesting, she'd never heard about sex before. The books and movies always said how a woman and a man had sex to produce babies, but it didn't mentioned same-sex couples. When Elsa mentioned it to Anna, the redhead had answered that it was the same, just that same-sex couples couldn't have babies, but it only left Elsa more confused .As she had understood, the only purpose of sex was reproduction. Which made sense since, when you married someone, the main reason was to have a family.

So Elsa was pretty lost about sex, and no one could answer her questions, after all Kai and Gerda always told her to ask Anna, and Anna always avoided giving her an answer by changing the subject just after her face turned crimson. Elsa didn't understand what was with people not wanting to talk about sex, but she decided not to pry, since it seemed to make them uncomfortable.

That day, however, was a special day for Elsa because she'd found a strange book hidden in a corner of the library, apparently very old and covered completely in dust. She had decided to explore in search for more books to avoid being in another Anna-getting-ready-to-see-Hans session, and it had proven to be a wise decision because, as she scanned the pages to see what was it about, she found some very… descriptive chapters that talked about sex in a way she hadn't read before. It was opening her eyes to a completely new world.

While the other books she'd read about that subject talked about it in a very scientific manner, this one was more like a novel. It mentioned what the characters were feeling or thinking, their deepest desires and urges, and didn't hold back when describing their body's reactions. Besides, even if it was still mainly about heterosexual couples, there were some parts about people pleasuring themselves (Elsa decided she'd prove that later, it sounded absolutely amazing) and, even better, sexual relations between same-sex couples.

Without knowing it, Elsa spent an hour reading some parts of said book (The ones that caught her attention) and, when Anna came in to tell her that Kristoff had given her another picture of a man that could be Weselton, her cheeks were completely red and her breathing heavy, even if she didn't know why.

"Elsa?" Anna called her as she entered the library. "Elsa, what are you reading now? Some of your new books?" She asked as she approached to the girl, who was sitting at a table, and sat at her side, laptop in hand.

"No." Elsa answered as she closed it. "It's an old book I found." She turned to face Anna and the younger girl's breathing stopped. Elsa looked incredibly beautiful that day; her usually pale cheeks were a healthy red, and her lips somehow looked even more appealing, not to mention the little smile she wore, and that look in her eyes that was unnerving… in a good way.

"Oh." Anna lost her capacity to speak for a few moments before shaking her head to gain some focus and eying at the book instead, to prevent herself from thinking strange things about Elsa. "W-what's it about?"

"It's quite interesting actually." Elsa answered, her cheeks reddening even more as she remembered what she had just read. "It's about se-…" She cut herself off on time. She knew Anna didn't like to talk about sex, so she tried to find some other thing to say that, at the same time, wasn't a lie. How had Anna called the love one has for a husband or wife? Romantic? "A-about... uhm… romantic love?" It came out more like a question.

"Oh, it's a romance novel!" Anna understood. "I see." She nodded. "Well, sorry for interrupting your reading, but Kristoff just sent me another picture of a suspect, and I want you to see it before I go to my date with Hans." Anna turned the laptop towards Elsa and showed it to her.

Elsa leaned in to examine it closely. It was a picture of a short old man with grey hair and an obvious toupee. He was thin and had a big nose with lens on top, and also a rather exaggerated moustache. He was actually very similar to Weaseltown, except for the clothes. He wasn't dressed in a black suit with a red tie, nor did he have the symbol of "Zero Monsters" in a pin attached to his clothes. Also, he didn't had a sinister smile. Instead, he was in a white doctor coat and his face seemed to be gentle.

"He's name is Wiel Hahnssen, and he's a respected doctor who owns a very important hospital here in Arendelle… actually he has many throughout Norway and even some other countries. However, his file is almost perfect; he has never committed a crime, and many people think of him as a very kind person. He also does some charity events."

"It's him." Elsa said.

"A-are you sure? I mean, he's the most unlikely of all I've shown you."

"I'm sure. There are some small differences, but… I could never forget that face." Elsa sighed and closed her eyes, concentrating on Anna to avoid freezing the laptop. Seeing her reaction, Anna quickly placed a hand on her back and started rubbing soothing circles on it.

"It's okay. I believe you." She said softly. "I'll tell Kristoff, and soon it'll be all over, alright? You won't have to worry about him anymore." Elsa nodded, but didn't relax, so Anna took her shoulder and pulled her towards her, giving her a tight hug as she caressed her hair. Elsa hugged her back just as tight and they stood like that for a few minutes.

As Anna inhaled Elsa's delicious essence and enjoyed the feeling of her perfect body so firmly pressed onto hers, she experimented the most wonderful sensation ever, and she thought there was no better way to start the day. Elsa, on the other hand, felt secure in Anna's arms, and soon a strange warmness had invaded her body in a very pleasurable way. As she sighed happily, she knew she wanted to be like that forever.

However, the magic moment ended sooner than both girls would have wanted by the doorbell ringing.

Anna reluctantly broke the hug and said with a face of disgust:

"I'm sorry, but I have to go now. I promised Hans that we'd leave early today since he has some plans." It's not like she didn't want to go out with Hans, but she was quite annoyed with him for interrupting her moment with Elsa. "I'll also probably be arriving later than usual."

"Okay." Elsa sighed, hanging her head low. "See you later then".

Anna placed her finger on Elsa's chin and used it to lift her head, before planting a sweet kiss at the corner of her mouth, which made both girls blush.

"I'll come back as soon as I can, I promise." She said and, as Elsa nodded, she took her laptop and exited the library.

Without anything to do now that Anna was gone, Elsa kept reading the book in the intimacy of the library. She searched in various chapters before finally deciding which to read, opting for one about two young women having sex… one of them being a redhead. At first, Elsa didn't know why that particular chapter had caught her attention, but as she kept reading, starting where those women met at work, to how they ended up kissing at the redhead's house, to the moment they started undressing each other, she found herself thinking more than once about Anna, instead of Abigail, the redhead. There was a point in which her usually cold body heated up and a strange sensation invaded her inner thighs, making her start to twitch uncomfortably on her sit. Finally, as the book described Abigail reaching her orgasm, the aching feeling Elsa had, intensified to the point she forgot completely about the book and, making sure there was no one around, shoved her hand inside her jeans, finding the bundle of nerves the book talked a lot about, and pressing on it to experience the best sensation ever. As Elsa kept doing it and the tension increased, the library covered in a thin layer of frost and even snowflakes started falling from the ceiling, dancing around the girl in synchrony with her strokes. She, however, didn't notice any of it, since she couldn't even keep her eyes opened anymore. Besides, even if she had noticed, she wouldn't have cared; nothing mattered now for her more than the blissful release she somehow knew was coming.

Finally, with the image of Anna engraved on her mind, Elsa experienced her first orgasm.

It was intense and pleasurable. It was a kind of pleasure that she'd never known; not even eating chocolate or receiving a warm hug could make her feel this way. Of course, those were different types of pleasure, but Elsa didn't know to what else she could compare the amazing feeling she was experiencing.

As the waves of pleasure coursed through her body, so did waves of heat that thawed the ice in the library and so, when Elsa opened her eyes, everything was just as usual. Not a single snowflake remained.

After her little session of self-pleasure, Elsa's body had remained heated up… literally, as if she had a fever, and it was very uncomfortable for the girl, since her body usually was cooler than normal, and an increase of temperature always gave her a huge headache and, if prolonged, a strange behavior; she remembered one time in her childhood when she had caught some kind of cold during spring, and had ended up almost jumping from the window thinking there was a pink cloud bellow it where she could land. As amusing as the memory was, Elsa really didn't want to repeat it, so she told Gerda she wasn't feeling well and that she'd be resting in the painting's room. The woman of course had gotten worried and told Elsa that maybe it was better to take her to the doctor, but she assured her it was nothing and that she had just read too much. Still, Gerda had given her orange juice, chamomile tea and some other home remedies before letting her retire.

As Elsa entered the painting's room, she locked the door and, as precaution, took off her glove and froze the entrance by just pressing her palm against it. Then, she proceeded to touch her warm cheeks with her cold hand, sighing in relief as the fever began to disappear, together with her headache. Soon she had even covered her face and clothes in frost, which made her feel a lot better.

Finally, when she was cooled down, she decided to begin her practice.

First, she pressed down her right foot, making ice appear on the large room's floor. This time, she actually managed to keep it from reaching the wall, unlike the other occasions, and she smiled proudly at her achievement. Then, she walked to the center and conjured a snowflake, her signature snowflake actually, the one that came naturally to her without the need of imagining it. It was the exact size she'd imagined, something she'd never done at the first attempt.

It seems my powers are more controlled now… I should mas… mastur… uh… how was that word? Well, I should do that more often before practicing with my magic.

Feeling more confident, Elsa took off her other glove and tried with something she liked a lot as a little girl but hadn't done in about fifteen years; she made more snowflakes appear and, eventually, formed a snowball in her hands, just to launch in to the ceiling and make it explode like a magic ice firework. At the splendid vision of thousands of snowflakes falling around her Elsa smiled and, for the first time in many years, laughed in joy of being able to use her powers for something so beautiful. For her it felt like, for the first time in forever, she didn't hate that part of herself.

With the widest smile on her face, Elsa then shot snow from her right hand's fingers, creating beautiful patterns on the air and keeping the snowflakes suspended as she did the same with her left hand. Satisfied with her control, Elsa then did it with both hands at the same time, obtaining equally encouraging results, which made her smile widen even more, if possible.

Finally, she called down the floating snowflakes, making a circle of snow surrounding her before she turned it into ice, adding it to the layer already covering the ground. Again, she had never done that so easily. It usually required a lot of concentration.

Satisfied with herself, she planned on doing something bigger, but she'd have to really get her head into it, or the painting's room would end up as a giant ice-cube. She started imagining what, or rather who, she wanted to represent with ice. She started with her feet, wearing those black slippers she always wore while in the house. Then, her legs covered by those perfectly fitting jeans, that were so tight, Elsa could imagine the gorgeous limbs they hided (Actually they weren't that tight, but Elsa imagined them that way). After, that, it came a very curved torso and a pair of perfect mounds that were so soft, Elsa loved to use them as a pillow. Then her face, the most difficult part. She could do well her braids, her cute cheeks, her thin lips, her nose, and even her eyes, but ice just couldn't capture the beauty of her freckles. Even, if Elsa tried again and again and again, they just didn't appeared right.

Frustrated, she sat down in the ice pouting. However, as her control began to diminish and the ice began to spread, she forced herself to calm down.

As she looked up to the ice-statue she'd made of the only person she truly loved and trusted, she had to admit it was pretty accurate, just not as good as the original. She wondered if Anna would arrive soon, but one glance at the wall clock told her that no; her friend was still out there with Hans.

As usual, the mere thought of that man made her blood boil. She clenched her teeth and fists as ice covered the walls. He was a bad man, she knew it, but how could Anna not see it? Why couldn't she see she'd be better with her, not Hans? Furious, Elsa moved her right hand in a rapid movement and a blast of ice destroyed a wooden chair at the other end of the room.

Startled by the noise, Elsa flinched, but as she saw what her powers had done, for a moment, she wished it had been Hans. Instantly, she regretted having ever thought that.

Father was right. I'm a monster, I'm a murder… how could I ever thought of my magic as something beautiful. It only exists for destruction.

So Elsa started crying, just because she'd destroy a chair wishing it was Anna's boyfriend, because it confirmed in her eyes that she was dangerous, and that she should never again use her powers, because at the end, they only ever brought suffering.

After thawing the ice (With great effort and leaving some spots still covered in ice), Elsa decided to watch some movies, even if she wasn't paying attention at all, to distract herself from what had happened and the undying jealousy she felt. As she entered in her trance-like state to bury her emotions, she didn't even heard Gerda, nor Kai, when they tried to make some talk with her.

Since she was emotionally exhausted (Concealing her feelings from herself wasn't an easy task), she decided to go bed early, even before Anna arrived. Maybe in her dreams she could escape from herself.

Unknown to Elsa, just as she was going to sleep, Anna arrived home after a wonderful day with Hans. Everything had been perfect; he'd taken her to a restaurant at the fjord and the view as the sun was setting, was simply breathtaking. He'd then tried to make some advances on her, but as it was already getting dark and Elsa was waiting for her, Anna told him that maybe the next time, when it was earlier, in the morning. Hans had seemed pretty annoyed, but at least hadn't insist anymore.

Once Hans had parked his car in front of the mansion, Anna made a motion to go out, but he stopped her.

"Wait, Anna." He said taking her wrist.

"Hmmmh?" She asked, turning to look at him.

"Before you go, I'd like to tell you something about Elsa."

"Oh." Anna frowned. Usually she was the one who talked about Elsa, a little too much sometimes, but Hans almost never commented anything, not since that first date. "What is it?"

"Well, the other day when I was talking with one of my clients, he gave me a pamphlet." He took said pamphlet out of his pocket and showed it to Anna. "And I thought you would be interested."

The pamphlet had a picture of what seemed like some kind of school, with a space to do sports and all, and the title read "Boarding school for special people". As she opened it, she found more pictures, some of classrooms, and others of rooms with smiling people of all ages, but mainly kids and teenagers.

"It's a school for people who can't go to normal schools for one reason or another. They specialize in kids with special talents, but also in teens or adults with a difficult past, like Elsa."

"Oh. And I get it you think Elsa would be better there?" Anna asked, getting slightly upset, but hiding it. No one could take Elsa from her.

"Well, they do have specialists, like doctors and psychologists, and she could be with other humans."

"But you were the one who agreed to give me complete custody!" Anna argued. "Elsa is better off with me."

"Yes, that's true, but that was when she couldn't even be near other people. Now, this could be a good opportunity for her to have a normal life." Hans tried to reason, but seeing the redhead's stubborn face, he added: "Besides, didn't you want to see the world? This could be the way of making sure Elsa is in the right hands while you live your dream."

"Why are you so interested on it?" Anna asked suspicious. "It seems like you want Elsa to go there for some personal reason."

"Because…" Hans swallowed and seemed nervous for a moment, but covered it up quickly. "Because I want to start a new life with you, and you have this huge responsibility that is eating you alive. Besides, I really think Elsa would be better in that school."

That sounds more like selfish bullshit to me. Of course he doesn't want to be with someone who has to split her time between him and a girl with serious problems. I'm so gonna give him a piece of my mind!

Okay, calm down Anna. Yes, you're a little overprotective when I comes to Elsa, but maybe he actually has good intentions?

Still, I'm not giving her up to anyone... Though I should probably think of a nice way to tell him that.

"W-well…" Anna's voice came out rather insecure, since she knew she'd have to say a lie to avoid fighting with Hans, so she cleared her throat before continuing. "Now that I think about it, it doesn't sound that bad... However, I need to consider the pros and cons and... stuff. Do you mind if I tell you my decision tomorrow?"

Even if I already have one and it's NO.

"Okay." He sighed in relief when the redhead didn't attack him with murderous intentions, which she had wanted to do seconds ago.—See you tomorrow, same time?

"Yeah, sure." She said opening the door.

"Wait, what about my kiss?" Hans stopped her, and Anna reluctantly turned towards him, giving him a small peck on the lips (She was definitely still angry about the pamphlet), which he deepened anyways.

As the kiss ended, she smiled and quickly got out of the car before he could say he'd walk her to the door. She almost ran to the entrance, wanting to see Elsa as soon as possible, and waved at him cheerfully as he drove away before getting in and closing the door behind her, just to find two people staring at her questioningly.

"Kai. Gerda." She said surprised. "Where's Elsa?"

"Elsa went to bed early. She said she wasn't feeling well." Gerda answered, and the anxiety returned to Anna.

"Is she sick?" She asked concerned.

"She said she only had a light headache."

"Oh." Anna frowned, but decided it was better to see for herself, in case Elsa had a fever or something. "Thanks, I'll go check on her. You can retire for today."

Once Anna had bid the servants goodbye, she went to her room and sighed as she felt the unnaturally cold doorknob. She just hoped Elsa was fine.