a/n: Merry Christmas, everybody! This won't be the greateast Christmas present, but I still hope you enjoy :)

EDIT: For those who are still thinking "when are we going to find out they're sisters?" My answer is that, gradually when their relationships continue to grow, they will eventually find out. I hate dragging it out, but this is what I've planned... Especially when this fic is an EXTREMELY slow burn kind of fic with a tablespoon of angst. I will try my best to get that question out of the way asap!

"Where did you go?" -Elsa Arendelle, 3:30 AM

"Tell me, you seem hesitant… about all this. Be honest." –Elsa Arendelle, 3:44 AM

"What are you thinking? Where does your heart lie?" –Elsa Arendelle, 3:56 AM

I don't know.

Anna continued staring at her screen in front of the doorway of her home. Everything had gone by so quickly and so abruptly, Anna just didn't know how to react. It was already morning by the time she was here.

The next thing she knew, she had left the woman to her sleep with a last kiss on her lips before she left. That perky young woman was no longer there, and all that was left was an empty shell of what she used to be.

No.

She still existed. Only… without that feeling. Her eyes moved along with the words on the screen. The only question she wanted to ask herself was truly… where did her heart lie? Elsa was right.

Perhaps, among all this confusion… it was so obviously there. Oh, but what did it matter? She just didn't want to admit where it would be. Between Meg and Elsa, her indecisiveness had led her to this place-so dark, and lonesome.

Her expression grew grim. Anna could almost hear those words spoken by Elsa. "I don't know…" she muttered, her head leaned against the door. "I don't."

And that was it.

Oh, no way would Elsa accept that answer!

Sighing, she unlocked the front door. As usual, her mother was probably still asleep as it was still dark in here. This wasn't her usual time to get home… but if work had led her to this point—lying and staying up late-she didn't know what to tell her mother.

Anna was almost glad to see that she wasn't in the living room—

"Anna Andersen, where the hell have you been?"

Or not.

She groaned. Of course, she was sitting in the corner with all the lights turned off. With a surprisingly convincing smile, she turned to her mother. Oh, the anger in her eyes.

Red hair, freckles, and teal eyes. Like mother, like daughter. Except the mother was more responsible and cautious more than ever.

Anna scratched her head. "Um… good morning, Mom!" Ah, there was the typical feisty redhead. "Er, you woke up. Really early."

"Answer the damn question!"

Anna winced. Never before had her mother raised her voice like this. At this moment, she regretted having to stay for so long with Elsa. "I was… at a party."

Martha raised her eyebrows, though Anna didn't seem to realize the shock. "Party? What party? This late? It's almost five in the morning, Anna."

Lie. Lie all you want, Anna. "Um, where's Andrew?"

"Your stepfather went to work."

Anna slowly strode to the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water. "Early for the first time in years…"

"Yes. Anna, answer me."

Yikes.

"Well, I was…" Her hands began making gestures. "I was partying. Hard. I didn't think I'd be staying this long."

Her eyebrows quirked up. "I didn't know your work would let you stay this long."

"Mom, I'm 21. I'm an adult."

"Yes, an adult who still lives with her parents." Martha sighed, and her voice softened. "Don't worry me, Anna. At least, answer the phone when I call or text me."

She looked at her phone. There were a dozen phone calls-not just from Elsa, but her mother as well. Anna's mother had always been very protective of her. A part of her realized it was just a mother's job, but… Anna had her own freedom now. And Anna knew it was never the woman's fault that she was always questioning her.

Anna sighed. "Sorry." Not because she'd come home late… but because she had to lie. A lie she could never go back to… and she could only make it bigger.

The two women stayed silent, listening to the droplets of water litter the surface of the sink. This silence was heavy. Heavy with regret and secrecy, that is.

The redhead put the glass down. "I'm… gonna go to bed—"

"If there's something you need to tell me, I'm here, Anna."

She looked up. Her body tensed. Does she know? Though she felt paranoid, she stayed calm. Anna didn't want her mother to know what she'd done behind the scene. She let her fingers grip on the edge of the counter as she leaned against it. Anna was contemplating.

She smiled, slightly. Her eyes sparkled, and suddenly, she could feel her heart growing heavy. "It's… nothing, mom. I can take care of myself."

Martha furrowed her brows, worriedly. "Something is bothering you. Is it a boy?"

I wish. That'd be easier to explain.

Anna didn't answer.

"Okay… well, don't keep it inside. I'm here if you need me."

Anna didn't know what to do. For god knows how long, she'd kept her work a secret… but never had she kept any relationships a secret. She gazed down to the ground. Her heart was pounding at the thought of Elsa. She couldn't back out of it anymore.

"I've met someone."

"What?"

"I met… I met someone." Her mother didn't falter and listened intently. At least, this gave Anna some confidence.

"I'm scared, mom. I've… been having this feeling. I don't know what it is… but it hurts. It burns, and makes me feel disgusting… but I want it. I want it so badly, that I had to force myself to do everything I can to stop it. And it's not." This was it. Perhaps… she could open up to her mother. Just for a little bit. Just for a little guidance. Oh, after all, Martha was all Anna ever had in her life. She was shaking-and never had she felt this way before. Not even with Meg.

Whether it was fear or… the excitement of being with Elsa, she didn't know.

Her mother looked at the ground, and those same teal eyes had reflected with Anna's. It was so painful, and Anna was already feeling much more awful. She didn't know why her mother would look at her like that.

Anna bit her lips, her fingers pushing a loose strand of hair back behind her ear. "If I just… go with this feeling, will it be worth it?" She looked at her sternly. Tears blurred her vision but she stayed strong. She had to. "What will it do to me…?"

Silence.

Perhaps, Martha was the wrong person to answer this. But who else would she turn to?

"If you truly feel that way, go for it, Anna."

Anna blinked. There was this determination in her voice… so forward and strong. As if her mother knew what that felt like. Maybe she was right. They stared into each other's eyes in all seriousness.

Martha sighed. "But I can't control that. Just… don't regret it." Martha looked away. "Not like I did…"

Don't regret it…?

"Right."

"And…" Martha crossed her arms over her body, "know what they will do to you further on, Anna."

Anna cocked her head to one side. What is this about…? "Um… thanks. I really needed that."

"You said it wasn't a boy."

"No, it wasn't." Anna crossed her arms together around her waist. Whether for self-warmth or protection, she really was not sure. It just seemed easier this way—leaving her mother wondering as she worried about herself and her own feelings. "It's… it's nothing. I was asking for a friend."

Martha gazed at her silently. "Don't lie, Anna."

The girl nearly cringed from those words. Oh, how she wished she didn't have to lie. How she wished she didn't have to get herself into a situation like this… so deep and… unsafe.

"Was it Meg? Was she why you were kept this late?"

She shut her eyes. "No, mom. I'll just… I'm fine, don't worry. I'm just tired, I don't know what I'm talking about." Her smile was weak, but it was there. Barely. Less convincing than the last time she'd told a lie and smiled. "I'll go to bed, okay? I'll see you in a couple of hours."

"Well, alright…"

Anna went up to her, giving her a small hug and a peck on her cheek. They pulled away, and Anna found herself leaning into her mother's hand that caressed her cheek.

"Just… whatever you're worried about, you will be okay, Anna."

Those worried eyes almost made Anna felt guilty for lying. Yes, she was guilty… but not to the point, she'd have, to tell the truth. And god, that small grin! Anna couldn't handle looking at her for another second. She'd always knew her mother had a soft spot somewhere.

Anna didn't need it. Didn't even deserve it. She looked away.

"Okay. I love you, mom."

"I know. Me too, darling."

The night was still young and cold, and between Hans and Elsa… it seemed to have gotten even colder than ever. She sat across from him; the glass desk was the only thing that was between them.

Her legs were crossed, arms wrapped around her body, and her eyes gazed at him sternly. So coldly. Perhaps, it was no wonder the air between them was so frigid.

Hans tilted his head, his taunting smirk showing nothing but his… hatred. No, hate is a strong word. But nothing could describe him other than hate.

"So…" He placed his legs up against his desk. "Scratching out our previous relation with each other… I hope you're enjoying Anna's… presence?"

Elsa stayed quiet.

"She is a good girl. Naive. Oblivious. But good, nonetheless. Hopefully, she's no trouble."

"You seem to be wanting to get rid of her." At this point, Elsa really was getting irritated. And it was exactly what Hans wanted… and what she couldn't help feeling. She gazed down at her hands, her eyes darkening as if she could see dirt on her palms. The dirt that made Hans who he is now. She took a deep breath, looking straight into his eyes.

"No." He laughed. "She… doesn't do this stuff too often. Her mother could barely support her. And I was the one who found her… wandering around here quite a while."

"You brought her in."

"Who wouldn't?" He shifted in his seat and opened his drawer. A stack of papers gave a small smack on the desk, and Elsa frowned. Contracts. And so many? "She is worth it."

Elsa couldn't take it seriously at all. Gazing at those stack of papers, she knew, there was no way Anna had taken in so many clients. Her fingers twitched. "Those aren't hers."

He shrugged. "Some of them are. I just want you to know much my girl is worth to me—well, everyone too. How much she can do… how much she can take." Getting up, he let himself stride towards Elsa… a hand squeezing her shoulder. But Elsa didn't flinch.

She knew him. And if anything, she had to blame herself for what he could do… for how much he'd changed. Elsa could feel his breath against her ear, his sideburn tickling her skin. And everything between them had flashed so fast in her eyes.

"How much… more she's willing to do, my mistress." This bastard.

Elsa didn't like hearing that. Especially those two words coming from his mouth. Between them, their relationship was dark, and something she would not miss. Being the one in control… Elsa could only feel how weak she was during their time. After all… how could such a nice guy turn into… this?

"Well…" He stood up straight, as he fiddled with his tie. "That was until Meg came in anyway."

Meg.

Her eyes perked up to him immediately. "Excuse me?"

Click.

The door clicked open, and the two turned.

"Where the hell is Anna?"

Elsa's questionable stare only became a quite sour one after seeing who was by the doorway. She stood up. Her jaw clenched tightly, and with that woman's presence before her… Elsa felt threatened. More than what Hans had told her.

The woman was breathing heavily, her cheeks flushed from the cold—perhaps, from a run. But Elsa didn't care. What could possibly make her feel this rushed to see Anna? After all, the only time they'd seen each other was when Anna had been weeping in panic. She didn't like the idea. Her knuckles grew white as she tightened her fist.

"Oh, hey, Meg. You're asking for Anna? She should be in her dressing room."

Meg didn't seem to notice her at the moment. Even with those menacing blue eyes staring into hers. "I can't find her. Can't call her either."

The man shrugged. "Well, she should be there. I thought you have students to teach. Works to hand out."

"Canceled—" Brown eyes met with blue, so voided from any light. And it was quite… silent in here. So heavy with ill intent from Elsa, and… whatever curiosity Meg had about her. Seeing Meg here, Elsa had no words. Neither did she show any fear and anger.

"It's you…" Meg whispered. The blonde cocked her head.

"Oh! Let me introduce you to Elsa. Elsa, this is Meg. Meg, Elsa."

"Yes… I know." Elsa gripped onto the chair tightly. She didn't know why she would feel this way… but she couldn't fight this feeling. Her heart was racing, but she couldn't let her emotions get to her. "It is… a pleasure to see you again."

She raised her hand to shake.

It was quite a surprise that Meg would take it-not so much when she felt the strong grip of the woman's finger wrapped around her own. The professor gave out a small grin. "Pleasure is mine, Elsa."

"You two know each other," Hans exclaimed. Perhaps, to get rid of the tension… but Elsa doubt he'd be that kind of a person. He was the kind to watch two people fight and do nothing about it. Elsa could already feel the regret rushing through her again. "This is perfect. Elsa, Meg was—"

"I'm only here to come talk to Anna. If she's not here, I'll go." Meg let go of her hand. The grip was quite tight, but nothing pained her to see that she was still associated with the girl. No.

Elsa grimaced. What am I thinking? Leaning herself against the desk, she let her fingers play with her tie and loosening it. It was getting a bit hot now. She didn't understand why she was so protective of Anna at the moment.

Sure, Anna had clients before Elsa. Perhaps, in relationships. But whoever this was…

"Well, you can go ahead and find her. She's always with Kristoff."

"Alright. If not… just tell her I was here and I wanted to talk."

"No problem."

The woman glanced back to Elsa. "Don't get the wrong idea, Elsa."

Elsa tilted her head. So Meg knew what she was thinking… but the wrong idea? She looked straight into her eyes. She knew what Meg wanted, and Anna did not want her.

Elsa took a deep breath. "I'd… like to talk to you. Let us grab a drink." A compromise. Ah, it was something Elsa wasn't used to.

Meg raised her eyebrows. This is the woman Anna likes? "I don't have any desire to talk to you."

Elsa's eyes glimmered darkly, and she could feel something deep… and hot boiling in her stomach. "Let me tell you something." Her voice was soft, and every single word she'd gotten out was filled with threats.

Hans looked between the two women, already sensing the deep tension. Gods, it was so thick. "I… will leave to find Anna. You two can have a moment in here to talk-"

Elsa wasn't having it. She strode towards the woman, immediately, leaning down to whisper the Meg. Taunting her. This was the sense of dominance that she needed. To feel powerful. To make sure that Anna was cared for. Most were coming from wanting to protect Anna… her feelings—Elsa knew, it was just because she resembled her little half-sister. Someone she was desperate to meet to get rid of all this lingering memory. Oh, how much this bothered her… how much she despised those memories. But without a doubt, she once cherished them.

Elsa grabbed her neck and pulled her in, her cheeks placed on hers. "Just know that Anna Summers want nothing to do with you… she is better off with me. Don't get your personal feelings mixed up with work," she whispered. "Have a good night."

Before Elsa could even leave, Meg had grabbed her by the arm. Elsa wasn't surprised—she could sense how curious Meg was with their relationship. "What did she tell you?"

Elsa smirked. "She's not as innocent as you'd like to think." She tugged her arm back, and before Meg could even retort, the door clicked shut.

The music was soft tonight, and there were even fewer people than before. Chatters filled the dimly lit club, where candles were the only source of light. It was getting a bit late right now, but the show still went on, money being thrown out of customers' pockets. She looked at her watch. 11:42PM.

As much as Elsa wanted to stay, Anna wasn't here.

It wasn't her time to be on anyway… and she wasn't sure if Anna would even be on stage tonight. She was almost certain about that-Anna hadn't answered her messages either.

Elsa finally decided to just head back home for the night.

The air was freezing outside, but Elsa had always loved the frigid air. The night was filled with lights, but none of them were ever stars. She looked up into the sky, letting the wind blow against her frame. Only one caught her eyes and it was a full moon staring right back at her. At times like this, Elsa always wondered if winter could get any colder. Not that she was complaining.

Snow slowly drifted down in the streets of Las Vegas, melting with every contact it made with Elsa. And it was beautiful.

Her car unlocked, she slowly got in. Elsa checked her phone again. Still no sign of Anna.

But that was okay. She'd get her answer soon enough - tomorrow night. After what had happened last week, she knew, Anna wasn't feeling quite confident anymore. Perhaps, whatever Meg had done to her had given her second thoughts. And it was no wonder why Anna had been mumbling about god knows what a few nights ago.

That, Elsa didn't like. How the girl was willing to think about her again and again, after getting hurt.

But Elsa didn't have a say in this. Never did. Anna was only here to do her job… not to develop… certain feelings.

Shaking her head, she slowly drove down the streets. She turned on the radio, in hopes that it would distract her from any thinking.

Anna despised herself for not messaging Elsa—despising the fact that even she didn't know how to answer that question.

Thursday night came, and Anna stood still before the white door. She couldn't bring herself to open it. Opening it would lead to something beyond seeing Elsa asking her that question. She didn't want this.

Anna knew she shouldn't let her feelings get in the way of work… but she couldn't help it. What Elsa could do to her… how Elsa had cared for her beyond from the care at work… Anna felt nothing more than love. It shouldn't be love, anyway.

This was happening again. She shut her eyes in disgust.

It was "just" another woman, that made her feel the same way as Meg had done to her. How could I be so reckless…? If this was someone else… perhaps, this wouldn't be such a horrible feeling.

She pressed the code to the room and opened it. For the first time, Elsa was here early.

And she stared in silence, watching the blonde gaze into the night, a glass of wine in her hand. The light was dimmed lowly.

Elsa ran her fingers through her hair, breathing in a heavy breath. Her eyes were so cold as they dropped to her crossed legs.

Anna's breathing hitched, her heart pounding with every second gone by. "You're here early." she hooked her coat up.

Elsa was silent for a second.

"Are you… just going to sit there gawking?"

The blonde's eyes roved up and down her body. "Yes."

Oh, what could be more nerve-wracking than to hear nothing from this woman? Anna gazed at her worriedly, her hands clasped together. I shouldn't be nervous. "S-So… should we get started?"

"Tell me…" Elsa twirled her wine, a hand running through her hair. "Is this what you want?"

Anna blinked. Her heart stopped, as her mind went blank. She didn't know what to say. And when she couldn't give the woman an answer, those blue eyes began watching her. Chills ran down her back, and she couldn't help but let out a whimper. Just seeing Elsa like this could only confirm her feelings for her.

"Come here," Elsa demanded. The escort didn't move. "Don't make me come up to you."

Her face flushed red, and slowly she strode to her. Elsa's hand reached towards her. She held it, fingers entwining each other.

They touched so softly and delicately, and Anna knew she wanted more than just holding hands. The cold contrasting with warmth… Oh, Jesus. Their eyes met, and Anna still didn't have any words to give out.

"What do you feel?" Her thumb caressed the back of her hand. She put down her alcohol, and wrapped her hand around Anna's waist.

"I feel…" She could say it. She could say anything she wanted, and it was only between them in the night. The words that Anna wanted to say had been stuck in her throat. She'd drowned in her eyes, and she could feel nothing but desire.

Suddenly, Elsa grasped her tightly and sat her right on her lap. The escort gasped, her heart pounding even more… but she wasn't shy. She couldn't be. Anna gulped, her arm wrapped around Elsa's neck, and she gazed into her coldness.

I hate this feeling…

She felt the woman's fingers caressing her cheek. "Pink."

Anna turned away. "I feel…" She tried again, but nothing could come out. Her determination was wearing out… and it was all because Meg was in her thoughts. All because she'd realized how similar both women are. She shut her eyes. "I feel disgusting."

Silence.

"Why?" Elsa questioned, her voice soft and comforting. Did she really care?

Anna gave her a curious glance. "You don't know… y-you don't need to know."

"I have an idea." She ran her fingers through her auburn fringes, and Anna couldn't help but lean into her touch. What her heart wanted, had to be fought back with her common sense. And her mind was losing the battle. Badly.

Anna shuddered. She didn't know what the hell Elsa was thinking… and at this point, she didn't really care. How Elsa looked at her, spoke sweet, soft words to her… how she touched her… Anna was more than ecstatic.

And the more she was, the more she wanted to pull away from this feeling. Oh, but I want it… I want it so badly…

She breathed in. "You… didn't ask me."

"Ask you what?"

Anna held her hand that was caressing her cheek. Her eyes glimmered with want, but Elsa wasn't reacting to that… observing her, and waiting for whatever was going to come to her. Quiet, but ready to pounce at her without a notice. Not unless she made the move. But not like this.

Her heart continued pounding, her skin tingling with anticipation and wanting to just… touch the woman. To make her feel what she was feeling. Oh, it was a wishful thought.

"Ask me about what my heart desired…" she breathed. Elsa shifted closer to her, eyes glancing at her lips, then to her eyes. Her fingers caressed her cheek and her scent sent waves of pleasure down the escort's spine. She was smiling, and never would Anna have guessed that Elsa could smile like that.

Anna gazed at her. She was in complete admiration, and in awe. She let the woman hug her waist, her own arms hugging Elsa.

What are we? This is… this seems wrong.

But her thoughts didn't stop her own actions. She gazed down at Elsa's lips in temptation. Oh, she wanted to kiss her… to feel this exhilaration all over her body again. Her heart couldn't handle this… but there she was, sighing with ecstasy, her back arching for more.

Elsa's lips pressed against her neck, giving slow, chaste kisses on her freckles dotted on her warm skin. At this moment, Anna… felt so perfect. So wanted.

"Please…" Anna breathed, head tilted up, staring at the ceiling. But it wasn't much of a distraction—her body quivered with desire, burning as she was set on fire by her words.

She could feel Elsa smiling against her. Oh… she's so irritating. Anna couldn't deny how much she loved this. She wanted her answer… but at this point, she knew Elsa wouldn't give her what she wanted. She was that kind of woman.

Anna gulped when she saw her blue eyes gazing at her. Elsa pulled away, letting their lips graze briefly and ever so gently. God damn it.

"I knew you wouldn't answer me." Her pale hands slide up her thighs, and Anna wrapped her arms closer to Elsa. "I don't need an answer right now… I won't rush you."

The blonde leaned back against her seat.

Oh, Elsa was so unpredictable sometimes. How she'd be unbothered and cold one minute, and caring right after. Perhaps, she really didn't know much about her after all.

She looked into her eyes. Maybe this was another reason why Anna was always coming back… and she was another reason why she felt such a rush. It burned her… making her ache with want.

"You won't rush me…" Anna breathed, and she leaned in, her hand coming to run through her fringes. Elsa hummed.

She never knew how soft those platinum blonde strands were.

"I won't rush you, and you know it."

Anna chewed on her lips. With that in mind, Anna knew she wanted this… more than anything in the world. Her uncertainty lingered, but it was so faded, she could barely notice. She leaned close to Elsa, and that wintergreen scent had intoxicated the girl.

She's perfect… so beautiful…

The escort had never felt this hurried before. There were so much lust deep inside of her, and it was ready to burst out. With a hum, she pressed her lips against Elsa's. Her body was on fire, colored red with how Elsa had grabbed her body and take her as hers. She moaned into her, feeling the woman's hands taking her waist.

And the closer they'd gotten… but Anna wasn't having it. The dominance that Elsa had over her… no, she wasn't going to take that.

Her hands felt and grabbed Elsa's tie, fumbling to get rid of it quickly. The blonde chuckled, and pulled away, taking her hand in her own. "Let me."

Anna whimpered, and she could feel her body weakening with that soft… quiet voice. She could listen to it all day.

She didn't even notice the tie wasn't even on her neck. She gazed into her eyes, unbothered by how those blue eyes observed her body.

Anna knew that look. Quickly, she took off her shirt… and nothing was between them other than a black bra… and Elsa's collar shirt. Oh, did she wanted to rip that thing apart. But it must've costed a fortune… which she can buy again, right?

"Well…"

Her body arched like a bow, feeling Elsa's fingers riding up her abdomen and going back to reach for the clasp of the bra. She sighed, knowing nothing else would relieve her other than Elsa's touch. And at this moment, she couldn't deny it anymore. "You seem a bit eager."

Anna was tempted to roll her eyes.

"But I can't complain." Damn right you can't.

Quickly, Anna pulled back and grabbed her hand. "No."

She raised her eyebrows. "No?"

"You stay put." Elsa slowly let go, and Anna knew how curious she was about what she was about to do… but was there any way of stopping Elsa? She graced a smile, a hand cradling her pale cheek, and she leaned in for a chaste kiss.

And though it was so soft… it was filled with all of Anna's intention and her thoughts. Elsa shuddered below her. Her breath tickled the woman's skin, and she let their fingers hold each other. She kissed her way down to her neck, gladly worshiping the blonde… and she was so perfect.

Everything that Anna needed-even more so, when Elsa sighed her name into the night.

Slowly, she fell from Elsa's lap, kneeling on the ground. Blue eyes stared right back into her own, as she forced those legs to uncross. To spread. She gulped… almost thirsting for a little touch-a little taste.

Her fingers ran through Anna's auburn hair. "What are you doing…?" she breathed. Oh, there it is… all vulnerable to me. Anna could feel herself smirk. But she didn't let that distract her.

She wanted her. All for herself. And she was going to get it no matter what happened.

After all, it was just the two of them together in the night… all alone with the passion and desire lingering in the air, filling them both with unimaginable thoughts. How this would feel… how they would take each other.

Oh, Anna never felt so excited—at the same time, so scared. The mix between the two was perfect. Her hands were already by the side of her waistband. "Lift your hip."

Blue eyes glimmered darkly, so lecherously at her. As if taunting her… daring Anna to do more. But Anna wasn't bothered by this at all. This was what they both wanted-Anna to have her… Elsa to get unstressed. Killing two birds with one stone.

She gritted her teeth. Anna could already hear her heavy breathing. "What are you doing, Anna?"

Her teal eyes glimmered, and she leaned in, kissing the woman's abdomen.

"Doing my job..." she breathed. "Making you feel good, Elsa…" She tugged on her waistband once more, another hand taking her shirt away from the tucked space. Elsa was shivering, and this was exactly what Anna wanted. She gazed up. "Please… lift your hip." Her eyes were glazed with want, and slowly—perhaps, confused as well, Elsa lifted her hip and let Anna slide her pants down.

This was her job, indeed… but a part of her knew, even if this wasn't her job, she'd still do this. She'd still pleasure this woman… fill her with love, making her scream her name. Oh, but Anna knew what kind of person she was. Elsa was always seeking dominance, and this… this was a change. A good change.

Her mouth watered, gazing at those pale legs. Her breathing was growing frantic… and she leaned in, pressing a small peck on her thigh. Elsa sighed, eyes closed-and Anna was watching her every move and reaction.

So far… they were both in heaven.

And Anna was finally letting her heart take over. Just for a little while.

Just so I can love this woman for a bit.