It Just Makes Sense

For @taniahylian, from Secret Santa. 🎅 🤗 💋

“Are you ready?” said Anna, her hands covering Elsa’s eyes from behind.

“Well, you walked me here with my eyes closed, you didn’t tell me where we’re going or why, so I think the whole point is for me not to be ready. So yes, I am completely ready to be unprepared.” Between Elsa’s gentle tone and her hands softly touching Anna’s for a moment, Anna knew Elsa wasn’t really upset. Elsa took advantage of the moment to lean back against her sister, enjoying the physical closeness even as she prayed that Anna didn’t realize how much more closeness she wanted.

Anna dropped her hands. “Surprise!” Elsa discovered that she was in her own study, in front of one of the bookshelves to which was tacked a piece of paper that read “SAUNA”.

Elsa blinked slowly. “What.”

“Well,” said Anna, “I wanted to surprise you with a trip to the sauna at Wandering Oaken’s, but it’d be really awkward if we rode all the way up there with my hands over your eyes, and you’d probably figure out where we were anyway, but I wanted it to be a surprise, so…surprise!”

Elsa turned and hugged her sister. “Thank you! And I guarantee I was really surprised.”

“I figured you could use a way to relax after all the diplomacy lately.” Yup, thought Anna. This is purely for you, and has nothing to do with me seeing you naked, even if I wanted to, which I really really do. I mean don’t. Right?

Elsa and Anna wore nothing but towels as they stood before the door of the sauna. Anna had paid Oaken to have the entire trading post and sauna to themselves. No one gets to see Elsa naked but me, thought Anna. In a purely sisterly way, of course.

Elsa peeked in. “It’s bigger than I thought.” It was a modest ten feet square, panelled in aromatic cedar, with three tiers of benches, the higher the better. They stepped inside.

Anna held her towel. “You know, the proper way to do sauna…ing is to be, um, not with towels on. Or anything. On. But you don’t have to if you don’t want to. But you could. If you’re okay with it.”

Elsa saw how Anna’s creamy skin was already turning pink from the heat. It almost looked like she was blushing. “I’m okay if you’re okay.”

“What, us two all alone in a steamy hot room without any clothes on? Pfft. Big deal. Nothing I haven’t seen when we were kids. But if you–”

Elsa held her breath and dropped her towel. Anna immediately did the same, less out of joining in than from shock. I didn’t see that when we were kids. Anna had seen Elsa in her form-fitting ice dress, so she had a good idea of Elsa’s curves, but seeing her in all her naked glory – and she was glorious – was something else entirely.

Elsa’s years of concealing her emotions stood her in good stead as she was swept away by Anna’s exquisite nudity. More beautiful than I dreamed. And I’ve had some pretty beautiful dreams about you, Anna…

In silent unison they both thought, God, I hope she didn’t catch me staring.

“So,” said Anna, “is it hot in here or is it just me?”

Elsa laughed, not realizing that Anna’s joke was accidental. “That is the point, as I understand it.”

“The point is to sweat the toxins out of your system, and let the heat make you relax and feel good.” Anna ladled water onto the hot rocks in the middle of the sauna.

“I always feel good when I’m with you,” said Elsa, almost innocently.

They got past their initial awkwardness and enjoyed being together, even forgetting for minutes at a time that they were nude. Anna sat on the lowest tier, arms and legs spread apart, leaning limply against the bench. Elsa by then had moved to the top tier where she sat in casual comfort.

“…and that,” Anna concluded, “is why you never feed beets to Sven without telling Kristoff first.”

Elsa chuckled, then frowned as she looked at her bright pink sister. “Anna, are you all right? You look like you might be feverish.”

“What? No. This is how a sauna is supposed to work.” Anna blinked, then looked hard at her sister, trying to focus her thoughts. “Hey, how come you aren’t all pink and limp like you’re s’posed to be?”

“You said a sauna was relaxing, and I am relaxed. I love being here with you. But you look like you’re burning up.” She came down to sit beside Anna, and put a pale hand on Anna’s forehead. “You feel like you’re burning up, too. Are you sure you’re not sick?”

Anna clamped Elsa’s hand to her forehead. “Ohh, that feels so good. You’re so cool.” She sat up. “Hey! How come you’re so cool? Are you cheating? With your…” she gestured pseudo-magically “…thing?”

“No, Anna. I wouldn’t cheat, and I wouldn’t want to cheat, especially after all the effort you put into this. Besides, look. I’m sweating almost as much as you are.”

“Hmph.” Anna grabbed Elsa’s arm and held it up to her nose, sniffing. She then lifted Elsa’s arm in the air and stuck her nose in Elsa’s armpit, inhaling deeply. “You’re not sweating, you…you cheating cheater! That’s not sweat! That’s, um, thingy. Condensation! You’re condensating.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.” Elsa closed her eyes, trying to will her magic to stop “protecting” her from the heat. “I’m sorry, Anna. It seems to be automatic.”

“Oh, never mind that.” Still holding Elsa’s arm, Anna wrapped it around herself. “You’re so coooooool. This feels wonderful.”

“But the sauna–”

“Forget the sauna. I’m baking here!” She grabbed Elsa, hugging her tightly, cooling off against her. “You feel so good.” She pushed Elsa down on the bench and lay on top of her. “Mmm, so cool.” She rubbed her naked body against Elsa’s. “So soft and slippery and cool. This feels good. This feels very good.”

To Elsa’s confusion, Anna was sliding their sweat-and condensation slick selves together. But while she couldn’t feel the heat of the sauna, she could feel the heat of Anna’s skin on hers. “You’re so warm. Warm and comfy. I love this feeling.” She tried to ignore that Anna’s breasts were on her, that Anna’s legs were… Driven to seek relief from the heat, Anna had entangled their legs, her thighs around Elsa’s leg and vice versa, scissoring together. She still rocked and slipped against Elsa.

“Tighter, Elsa. Hold me tight. Soothe me. Stroke my back. Pull my hair. Wait, what?” Through the heat-haze, Anna began to realize what she was doing. Her hips still rocked automatically, rubbing her cleft against Elsa’s leg. “Oh, I don’t care, this feels like heaven. Mmmmm.”

Elsa grabbed her around the waist. “Anna! Do you know what this is? You’re – we’re – fucking.”

Hearing her oh-so-proper sister use such language shocked Anna into clear-headedness. She halted. “Oh, Elsa, I’m so sorry.”

Sighing, surrendering, Elsa closed her eyes and ran one of her cool hands down to grab Anna’s feverish bottom and pull it tight against her, grinding her hips against Anna, her mouth finding the hollow of Anna’s neck. With a growl she said, “I didn’t tell you to fucking stop.”