'My queen,' A restrained, annoyed voice huffed. 'If you keep freezing the wound I can't properly apply the ointment.'

'B-but it stings.' Elsa whimpered, and the castle's doctor could only sigh.

Despite Elsa claiming she was capable of proceeding with the pressing matter of providing her kingdom with a long-awaited announcement, Leonard had made it very clear that she needed to have her wound looked at professionally before anything else.

Indeed, Elsa's return to her palace was met with much panic for all those involved. Elsa's excursion may have been kept somewhat of a secret from most, but that didn't change the fact that she had entered her castle with a dress and hands covered in red, particularly around her left ribs where Daryun's spear had managed to cut rather deeply. Daryun himself was carried to the infirmary immediately, Arvid, Jostein, and the remaining guard with minor injuries assisting as the final man carried himself with the pride he had remaining after being downed mid-combat so easily.

Leonard insisted, upon seeing the nature of Elsa's wound, that the queen wait at least one more day before holding any kind of assembly. Although Elsa bucked at this initially, she had to admit that some rest would be welcome considering her attendant couldn't see her mental state thanks to using so much magic. Leonard's decision was finalized when he realized that Daryun was in fairly bad shape as well, and the man was quick to be on his way to make the necessary arrangements with the other suitors. Maxwell and Sorey had been dismissed from the running, but that didn't mean they had returned home with their people. In fact, both men expressed interest in remaining until the end, and that said something for Elsa's impact on them. Thus, Leonard was forced into a somewhat compromising position in presenting the scenario of extending their stay yet again. According to the older man, it wouldn't be a problem, but Elsa still felt bad for drawing out what must have been a somewhat irritating process by this point.

'It is certainly nothing compared to what Lord Daryun has endured, but you should be careful when stretching, my queen. I have applied the necessary cleansing and first aid, and I assume you will likely impart relief through your magic, so, just be careful when doing anything strenuous, and it will only be a faint scar in the future.' The physician relayed, his practised evaluation of such damage showing with his experience. He had been the same individual who served Elsa's mother and father. He appeared so much older now, but his messy, receding grey hair and bushy mustache tickled far off memories in Elsa's mind, bringing her some sort of familiarity with the man. Was he the one who delivered her? Was it something to ask now?

The queen decided against it. Perhaps because she was afraid of the answer, and perhaps because she felt she didn't need to know right at this moment. Part of it could have amounted to Elsa being, by nature, somewhat shy as well. Her focus was needed elsewhere anyway, but that didn't mean she wouldn't keep the man in mind.

'A scar…' Elsa murmured. She had no physical scars to speak of. Her life had been so protected up until now. If social expectation didn't shield her, then her magic certainly did. Daryun had broken through the latter; something very few had even threatened to do before. The man was a beast, and Elsa wanted him at her side as captain of the guard all the more after the incident. She said a silent prayer for the fallen warrior, hoping the best medics within her kingdom were enough to make his life as normalized as possible after all of this.

'Yes. In any case, there is someone waiting to see you. Thus, I will provide her with the nature of your wound and let your head maid take care of the rest.'

Elsa's body went stiff. She pulled the covers over herself as the doctor moved out and to her bedroom's door. The curtains were wrapped shut, but the sun from the afternoon still insisted on peeking in from the base of the thick cloth. The darkness brought a shiver through Elsa's spine as Gerda was allowed entrance, a glimpse of a guard stationed just outside the door indicating that, while Elsa had made it very clear she trusted her head maid upon her release, Leonard had other ideas. For once, Elsa found his paranoia welcome. She was beginning to doubt her judgement of Gerda by the occasion.

'My queen…' Gerda muttered quietly, her hands mashed into her uniform.

Elsa managed to push herself up, sedating her wound with magic but still feeling a hint of discomfort on her body.

'Gerda. We need to talk.' Elsa started immediately, steeling her mind just in case Anna's seemingly ludicrous ideas concerning the maid were true.

'…Okay.'

'I trust you, Gerda, but it is clear that you are hiding something from me. Your reaction to being placed into the dungeon was strange, and what happened between us…I have difficulty understanding what you are thinking sometimes.' Elsa watched as her maid hardly reacted save for her shoulders slouching slightly. She was almost impossible to read in some instances.

'I-I'm sorry. For everything.'

'But what does that "everything" include?'

'Everything.'

Elsa sighed, leaning back in her bed.

'I'm too tired to try and know what you mean, Gerda. I…consider you a friend, but I don't know how much longer I can protect you…or even if I should. You have given me reason to reconsider your position as my head maid, but I would rather not move you. You're important to me. I've opened up to you more than to anyone else aside from Anna.'

Elsa finally caught a reaction from her maid, the girl smiling faintly, almost in defeat.

'A-and I treasure our bond.'

'Then tell me what you're hiding. Please.'

Elsa watched something flicker through Gerda's eyes, the maid standing still and her hands clenching even more tightly into her uniform. Her throat shook, and her mouth trembled before the bottom of her lids shimmered with moisture.

'I-I cannot.'

'So, you are hiding something.' Elsa uttered.

'I cannot say.'

'But you just did.'

And Gerda nodded, if however painfully, it seemed. Elsa looked to her maid again, leaning forward slightly and being reminded of the healing wound at her side.

'Can I help you somehow? Are you in danger?'

'I will be fine…'

'Should I remove you from my side?'

Gerda's face twisted, devastation pulling at her expression.

'P-please don't.'

'You're making it hard, Gerda. I am not foolish enough to think you're completely innocent. The more I think about how you reacted to being placed in the dungeon, the more I wonder what's really happening. And the way you placed me in such a compromising position, knowing my emotional state…' Elsa sighed. 'I am not blaming you, but it is hard not to see some form of advantage was taken.'

'I-if I wanted to hurt you…I could have. But I didn't. I would never.'

'That I believe, but how do you feel about Anna?'

'I…I want you to be with her.'

'Why?' Elsa's heart quickened, hammering at her chest so rapidly that it was difficult to breathe.

'Because…b-because your happiness is my happiness.'

'That…is how I feel about Anna, Gerda.' Elsa said slowly, the need to cool her palms present.

'Y-yes. It is the same for me.'

A pause. Even Elsa knew what her maid was saying, and although she had partially suspected as much, she had allowed herself to dismiss the notion entirely for her own sake. The silence that hung between the maid and her master was a heavy one, with neither individual ready to respond too quickly.

'I will go now.' Gerda said finally. 'I-if you choose to hire a new head maid, I will understand completely.'

'Thank-you, Gerda.' Elsa agreed with the girl's decision to depart. It was a brief conversation, and yet so much was said within the span of minutes.

The little maid bowed and held the doorknob tightly prior to dismissing herself, her heart tearing at the seams.

Elsa lay back down in her bed and stared at the ceiling, wondering how such a familiar part of her room could look so different alongside her circumstances. She never thought her prison would bring any form of comfort, but here she was, finding her eyelids heavy and a sense of relaxation taking hold of her.

Gerda had made sure her queen was alright. Elsa had used the girl's concern as an opportunity to breach a number of subjects she needed dealt with if she was to bring peace back to her mind, and in turn, Arendelle. Although Gerda remained elusive, Elsa still believed, perhaps ignorantly, that her maid had her best interests in mind. Perhaps the only time Gerda had stumbled was when she allowed her personal lust to overcome her better judgement. Elsa was partially to blame for that hiccup as well, however. Nonetheless, keeping Gerda close seemed like a better choice than pushing her away and letting her loose. Devil might have some connection to Gerda, and if Elsa could utilize that to her advantage, she could perhaps finally locate the mad troll and be done with him completely. Not only that, but the shadow swarm that had emerged from the mirror could be trouble in the future.

Elsa sighed again and again. Being in love with her sister seemed like the least of her worries with the entanglement Devil had created. His mess was becoming more elaborate by the day, and Elsa couldn't help but wonder if the mirror's destruction was just another phase in his elaborate setup.

'Whatever the case, I should rest, right, my snowgies?' Elsa spoke quietly, and her little companions cooed about the room, eventually joining their queen in her bed as she let herself fall into a much-needed slumber considering her day had been relieved of any more queenly duties.

When Elsa woke up, she would send word for Anna to be brought to her. That was something to look forward to. It was a thought that almost made Elsa unable to sleep, but fatigue was a powerful adversary, and even the excitement Elsa felt when thinking of Anna couldn't stay her mind from disappearing into a restful unconsciousness.

'And there you have it, little guys. I don't think I've ever seen a more beautiful person in the world. Nope. Not even close. What's that? You want to know what my favourite part of her is? That's a tough question. I mean, wouldn't you say she's just about perfect? No? I'm gonna tell her you said that, you know. If I had to pick, I guess I'd say I think my sister's nose is just the cutest thing. But her lips are really soft and pretty, too. Oh, but don't get me started on her eyes. Talk about making you weak in the knees! And her hair? Silky, smooth, and stylish to boot? Jeez. You see where I'm coming from now? We haven't talked about the rest of her either.'

Elsa could hear Anna's voice, but the little discussion she was having with the snowgies was a little too interesting to reveal that she was conscious just yet. Waking up to her sister was quite possibly the best thing that could have happened to the queen of Arendelle. It took her a moment to recall that Devil still existed. That Gerda was more than a little suspicious. That she had an announcement to make that would change everything. That Daryun might be mortally wounded. That Anna had to break up with a very, very good man for a relationship that made no promises.

'I'm not going to mention what I like about her body, you naughty snowmen. Jeez. I can tell you what I like about her personality, if you want. No? Boring? Wow. Tough crowd. Well, too bad, because my big sister is pretty awesome everywhere else too, and you should know it.'

Elsa had held it back long enough, but her sister always managed to make her giddy, and this was no exception. Her lip twitched, hinting at a smile, and she knew it was all over at this point.

'Did you see that, little guys? It would seem that the sleeping maiden is listening in on our pow-wow.'

The snowgies bundled just below Elsa's right arm, muttering nonsense to one another in their adorable voices. Elsa kept her eyes closed, curious to see where her sister would go with this all.

'Hm. She might be having trouble waking up though. What do you think?'

More indiscernible sounds.

'Do you know that fairy tale about Sleeping Beauty? Looks like we have that kind of thing on our hands. One of you wanna give it a whirl?'

Elsa withheld a giggle, but her chest gave her away with its slight movement. Nevertheless, Anna went on.

'Guess I don't have a choice. If it's for my sister, I would gladly put myself on the line. Wish me luck, you little bundles of cuteness.'

Cooing encouraged Anna, and Elsa's toes curled as she puckered her lips a little without even meaning to. She felt Anna's breath, a slight graze hinting at what was to come.

'You're so bad.' Anna whispered, and then kissed Elsa softly, the sisters' mouths lingering on one another as the affection was transferred between the two girls in a form of brevity that neither individual wanted to release.

'I'm happy you're here.' Elsa answered, shuffling up and noting the way the sky had turned into late evening. She had been out for a few hours, it seemed, but clearly she had needed it. The night before was catching up to her, for she still felt exhausted.

'I'm happy to be here. How is it that you wake up looking ready for a wedding and I wake up looking like a witch…er…like the ones in the books.'

'I don't roll around in the bed like you do.'

'Hm. Touché.' Anna pointed, shrugging afterward. 'How do you feel?'

'Tired…and only a little sore.'

Anna squinted, getting close to her sister's face and causing the older girl to blush a bit.

'Are you acting tough again, or is that the truth?'

'It's the truth.' Elsa answered, trying to keep her wandering eyes in check.

'It better be.' Anna stood up then and went to Elsa's dresser, bringing her over a nice looking, steaming bowl of soup. 'Here. I know it's not the most elaborate thing in the world, but the doctor recommended it. Need me to feed you?' Anna winked, and Elsa almost accepted, but she didn't want her sister to worry, and instead, took the bowl herself, tentatively blowing on a small spoonful of the vegetable-flavoured concoction.

'I can do this much.'

'Too bad.' Anna giggled.

Elsa allowed the warm substance to trickle down her throat, enjoying the soothing sensation of her humble meal and the presence of the one who had given to her. Anna was acting fairly upbeat, but Elsa couldn't push off the lingering question that hung on the tip of her tongue.

'…How did it go?' Elsa asked vaguely finally, hoping that her sister knew what she meant. By the way Anna reacted – looking to the floor suddenly with a sheepish grin – Elsa wouldn't have to elaborate.

'Oh, you know; about as good as breaking someone's heart can go…That is, terribly.' Anna laughed sadly. 'He was crushed, Elsa. It is easily the worst thing I've ever had to do. I couldn't even give him a reason. I'm basically a horrible human being today.'

Elsa tried not to appear overly relieved, but the simple fact of the matter was she wasn't sure if Anna would go through with it or not. As Elsa scooped another spoonful of soup to her mouth, she imagined how Kristoff would have reacted. True to his nature, she suspected that he would back off bitterly, possibly permanently. It was hard to swallow suddenly.

'Is there any chance for a continued friendship? He is still employed by the castle until he quits, I suppose.'

'I don't know. I'd like to still be friends, but I have a very bad feeling that he won't be excited about the idea.'

'You didn't give him a reason?' Elsa needed to confirm.

'No. I didn't want to outright lie to him.'

'Hm.' Elsa slurped some more.

'What does "hm" mean?'

'It means "hm". I'm not sure what to say.' Elsa sincerely had no idea how to react properly. Should she be happy? Should she show Anna how much joy it brought her to know her little sister was all hers now? It seemed so incredibly selfish. It didn't seem fair. A man's perceived future was possibly destroyed because of Elsa. She felt obligated to speak to Kristoff herself, but what would she tell him? No words would help. Even the truth wouldn't help. Anna had done the right thing, in Elsa's mind, but it still didn't sit well in the queen's stomach.

'Yeah. I'm honestly a little messed up about it. I'm trying not to think about him too much, but it's hard. He's such a good guy. I mean, I did it because of my feelings for you, but still…I wish there was a better way. I owe him more than that. Without Kristoff…I might have never found you again, you know? Ugh…I hate it.'

'But going forward with the relationship would only have been done out of pity. You did him a favour, in the end.' Elsa said as much to herself as Anna.

'I know, and that's kinda what I said to him. Obviously it didn't make everything grand, but he's gotta know it's better this way.'

Elsa bit at her lower lip for a second.

'But enough about me! What about you? I mean, you went on that crazy expedition to the ice palace – without telling me, of course – and apparently made a mess of the mirror?'

'You had enough to worry about, and I wanted to keep you away from the possible trouble. It's a good thing I did, isn't it?'

'Apparently! How's your wound anyway? Can I see?'

'N-not right now.' Elsa slurped some soup. 'It's around my ribs. I'll be fine.'

'…Oh.' Anna blinked, seeming to resist the urge to smile. 'Maybe later, then.'

Elsa shivered.

'Maybe…'

A beat.

'I hope Daryun is okay. The guards won't stop talking about him. Heck, I barely heard anything but his name being thrown around on my way here. Was he that amazing?'

'He was. I've never seen a man move like that before. He was like a lion unleashed. My goal is to have him take over as captain of my guard.'

'Even after he's been so hurt?'

'Hm. That is a good point. I will have to see. I really hope he's alright. I would hate for him to be permanently injured because of our kingdom's troubles.'

'You didn't make him do anything though. It was totally his choice.'

'True…'

Anna and Elsa let the conversation fade, Elsa finding it difficult thinking of anything but what having Anna with her so late into the evening meant. Her imagination was getting the better of her, but she didn't want to let her hopes up. It would be her typically selfish self to expect Anna to be in the mood for anything but friendly company after what happened with Kristoff. Not only that, but she herself was in pain, and she partially wanted to be in better condition so she could…maneuver more elegantly.

The queen's face almost turned red, and she hastily attempted to change the topic of discussion.

'Do you still care about him?' She lifted the bowl so that it almost covered her face.

'…Yeah. I do. I think I will for a long time. I don't love him like I do you, but there is a strong feeling for him still, that's for sure.'

'Hm…'

'I'm just being honest, Elsa.'

'So am I.' Elsa let herself pout as she went for one final spoonful which, in her frazzled mind, managed to clip the bottom of her mouth and drip down her neck. The queen huffed, placing the bowl on her bed stand and scanning the room for any tissue.

'I'll get it, you klutz.' Anna giggled, and Elsa assumed she meant she would locate a napkin of some form, but when Anna lips began touching the queen's neck, her whole body shivered, even more so when a moist, tender tongue started tracing where the soup had invaded Elsa's skin.

'A-ah…' Elsa hummed, all her muscles tightening, and her stomach slipping about.

'Mm. Elsa-flavoured soup.' Anna licked her lips.

'You tease me.' Elsa sighed.

'Well, if one good thing came out of that ridiculously awful situation, it's the fact that I'm definitely not teasing you right now.' And Anna leaned in for another kiss, but this time, it wasn't the peck that the sisters had allowed themselves moments prior. This time, it was a form of affection unhindered by guilt, misunderstanding, or confusion. Elsa released a small moan as she opened her mouth to allow Anna in, and while the little sister's hands played with the queen's hair, Elsa shivered, goosebumps covering her pale skin and practically poking through the thin material of her nightgown.

The sisters parted, a wet smack indicating the end of the lengthy exchange, and Elsa held her beating heart, clutching at her nightgown with expectation. Was she actually going to make love to Anna tonight? Was her sister in any state to do so considering what happened with Kristoff? Elsa would understand, but she would also be disappointed. Nonetheless, she was being presumptuous in relation to what Anna's expectations were anyway, so she supposed she didn't have any real ground to stand on.

Still…that kiss and the flirting Anna had initiated was suggestive to what may be in the horizon, and Elsa knew her progressing arousal would be difficult to manage if nothing came of any of this.

'Whoa. I really needed that. I can barely think straight right now.' Anna shuddered, smacking her face. 'I have to know that I did what I had to do. There's no going back, and this is a super rare chance here. Everything fits at last, and…and you're finally right here in front of me, looking squarely into my eyes like you would rather be nowhere else. Jeez…I'm almost a little intimidated.'

'What do you mean?' Elsa questioned, having a bit of difficulty following her sister completely. She seemed to be all over the place, frantically throwing out a barrage of thoughts and feelings.

Anna stood up and went to the door, turning the latch and ensuring it was locked. She even went so far as to wiggle the knob a couple of times to be beyond certain. The younger sister spun and exhaled deeply, holding her collar as she did so.

'I told the guards to stay at the hall entrance and not to bother us. I said I'd be sleeping with you to make sure you were comfortable for the night. I did everything I could to make sure this was perfect. I don't know how many chances we'll have, and I feel a little crummy still about Kristoff and all, but after that kiss…I know I can't wait any longer, Elsa. This has been years in the making…or something?'

Elsa swallowed, her throat tight and the act painful.

'Anna…'

'Oh, boy. I'm crazy nervous. Nervous but excited. I feel light and everything, you know? C-can you snowgies just sort of stay in your bowl up there and sleep? That'd be super great. Yeah. Neato. U-um…Whoa. Maybe you're not even in the mood. I guess it's early still. Does it have to be nighttime? Sun's almost gone though. Maybe another half hour? We can talk about Gerda or Devil, I guess. Wait! No. Bad idea. Stupid idea. Talk about mood killers!'

Elsa laughed because she didn't know what else to do. Would she have Anna any other way? No. Awkward, frantic, goofy, hyper, and so incredibly honest. All these words described Anna at her best, and Elsa dared to believe the blatant hints before her. This was happening. This was really, really happening. The older sister almost wanted to pinch herself to ensure there were no more tricks, but she refused even that. Even if this was a dream, she wanted what could occur next so badly she didn't care.

'Come closer, Anna.' Elsa ordered, deciding, as the elder of the two siblings, that she would use the shameful bits of knowledge she had obtained thanks to Gerda after all.

Anna scampered over and sat on the edge of the bed, sitting straight and making a hilarious face of anxiousness without even meaning to, likely.

'So…um…fancy meeting you here.' Anna said in a high-pitched tone.

'Don't feel as though anything has to happen.' Elsa replied softly, touching her sister's arm and stroking it with the back of her fingers. 'I'm just as happy being with you for now. There is no need to rush.'

'I know. Jeez. Of course, I know that. But…it's not what I'm thinking. It's not what I'm thinking at all. I definitely, positively, undebatable…ly want to. I do. I…I want to know you better than anyone else, Elsa. I'm just…well, I'm kindasortofalittlebitcompletely lost. I can do the kissing…thing…but after that? I sort of have some ideas, but now that we're here, you and me, me and you, I'm getting dumb and awkward. Sorry!'

Anna clapped her hands together and scrunched her eyes shut nervously.

'It's fine. I'm certainly no professional either.' Elsa grinded her teeth. 'But…let us just take it slow, Anna.'

'Ho. Ho. Ha. Ha. Okay!' Anna joked, clearly compensating for all the anxiety that clawed at her very being.

'I love you, Anna.' Elsa began, edging forward and feeling her ribs prick a bit.

'I love you, too, Elsa; more than anything or anyone else. For real. For really, real.'

'Heh. I don't know if I'll ever get tired of hearing that.' Elsa chuckled. She thought about the girl before her, sensing the nerves coursing through her despite the gaze of excitement and anxiety. She wanted to ease them both into this. She wanted it to last. She wanted it to be special. Anna was right; how many other chances would they have? With Elsa "injured", few would bother her. Anna slept over here and there anyway, so, that wouldn't be odd either. Leonard was busy. The castle was quiet. Devil was seemingly gone for now. Gerda had been dismissed tentatively. Elsa nodded to Anna, touching her face and stroking near her right ear.

'Why don't you lie down first?' Elsa suggested.

'Oh! Um…okay. But shouldn't you? What with that injury and all?'

'You're mentally hurt, Anna. That can't be mended so easily. Allow me to give you a relaxing massage, at the very least.'

Anna shuffled about Elsa's bed and laid upon her stomach, hands under her right cheek as she faced to the left. Her soft green nightgown rested upon her slender form maddeningly, and Elsa could finally take in the way her back curved into her hips without reserve, her tiny waist tempting and elevated bottom even more rousing.

The queen began with her sister's shoulders, squeezing and releasing as best she could, given her weakened state.

'Oooh. Goosebumps…' Anna giggled.

'Is it okay?'

'As long as it's you, Elsa, I'd be pretty much good with anything you do to me.'

Elsa sucked in her bottom lip, the statement making her imagination flounder with images that had plagued her for more than a week now. She continued the act, moving up and along her sister's neck, feeling where her hair line began and pushing her fingers along the braids, slowly undoing them and combing them out. She could see the streak of platinum attempting to torture her soul, but more than anything, she relished in the auburn locks that belonged to her sister, a shade of red so very comfortable, warm, and soothing.

'Goosebumps on my goosebumps…' Anna hummed now.

'I could stare at your hair for hours.' Elsa would admit.

'It likes you, too.' Her sister joked back.

The queen smiled, the restraint she invoked a surprisingly alluring shift from the near-crazed state she had been in prior. Anna was hers. She could have her now, if Elsa desired. She wanted this to last. She wanted this dream to go on forever. She wouldn't rush anything. She wouldn't risk losing her sister ever again. She wanted to memorize every part of her.

Elsa moved down her sister's back, pushing against the muscles and noting the knots as her personal masseuse could, focusing on those areas and feeling Anna's body react in kind. Her little sister exhaled audibly, tiny hums escaping her lips which only served to elevate Elsa's desire. She gripped Anna's side, tracing the way her body curved in such a lovely way.

'Heheh!' Anna twitched. 'I'm a little ticklish; you know that.'

'I do.' Elsa giggled. Yes. She knew. She knew so much about this girl. They had grown up together. They had been in one another's life for so long. So many experiences – good and bad – shaped a relationship stronger than the oldest glacier. Elsa was full of love for the young woman before her, and wanted to handle her equally authentically. Anna was so precious to her she couldn't bear to mistreat her, but then Anna made a request, and Elsa's face tightened in apprehension, knowing once she started she may not be able to stop.

'I want to feel your hands on my skin, Elsa.' Anna stated quite softly. 'Open up my dress…'

'Are you sure?' Elsa asked again. 'I may have difficulty controlling what takes place from here.'

'I take that as a compliment.' Anna laughed. 'B-but I'm ready for whatever happens, Elsa. I want it to be you. I think I've always wanted it to be you. Remember those stories we liked so much as kids? The ones with knights, and dragons, and princesses?'

'Of course. You loved the fair maidens in such tales.'

'And you adored the knights. The heroes.'

'I did, didn't I…?'

'You're my knight. My hero. I pictured you as the person who saved me from the dragon, or witch, or tower more often than not. I guess,' Anna spoke distantly for a moment. 'I guess even then I felt something for you. Maybe that's why it hurt so much when you left me. When you wouldn't save me no matter how much I cried out for you.'

Elsa's hands flinched.

'But I wasn't the only one who needed saving. I know that now. And…it's not your fault. We needed one another. You needed a hero, too.'

'I did…' Elsa would confess.

'We're here today because we fought for each other. I risked it all to save you from…from Hans, and maybe even yourself. And you risked it all by telling me about feelings I was too scared to acknowledge.'

Elsa nodded, realizing Anna couldn't see her and speaking up, her tone subdued.

'Yes. We are…quite the pair.'

'I'm just trying to say I trust you. I want you to help me show you how much I care. I want to feel your hands on my skin, Elsa. I-I want it to be you…'

Elsa couldn't find her words, instead opening the back of Anna's nightgown and pulling the material to the side to expose her sister's form beneath, seeing just the beginning of her waist and up. Elsa used her nails to brush the new canvas, and she could feel the way her sister's skin prickled.

'Mmm…' Anna responded, tensing only slightly.

Elsa's breaths quickened, yet she managed herself well enough, staying in control as she began the massage anew, traversing downward but skipping the pleasing mound above Anna's thighs, finding her calves and feet to give more attention to. She dared to push the bottom of the nightgown up just above Anna's knees, and expanded her space of control, her chest heaving some with growing anticipation. She progressed between the areas for more time, continuing to skip the sector her eyes insisted on lingering over every time she purposely avoided the attractive peak of curvature.

'It's okay, Elsa.' Anna's muffled voice encouraged. 'It's really okay.'

Elsa let out a breath sharply, and when she next began shifting from Anna's lower back to her legs, she allowed her hands to briefly pass over the soft backside of the princess, her sister humming with approval. Elsa did so again when she could, and then again, and finally, she gripped her sister's bottom, feeling the way the rounded form kneaded within her fingers.

'A-ah…' Anna groaned a little.

'Sorry.' Elsa instinctively apologized.

'For what? That was…pretty nice.'

'You like it?'

'I don't know. Do it again.' Anna teased, but Elsa did so anyway, becoming bolder as she shifted amongst the plain.

'Crazy…' Anna muttered.

'Indeed.' Elsa's pulse was quickening, and she pushed her ideals. 'Turn over. Your back is done.'

'O-okay.' Anna sat up, holding her nightgown against her body and looking at Elsa, her cheeks already flushed. 'I'm still nervous.' She went on.

'Me, too.'

'But…I'm enjoying this. Really.'

'As am I.'

'You can…you know, do whatever.' Anna insisted on breaking Elsa's resistance to losing herself completely.

'Are you sure?'

'I think?'

Elsa chuckled at that.

'Then please, tell me to stop if anything gets out of hand.'

'I can do that. Hopefully. Maybe. We'll see.'

'Anna.'

'Okay. Okay. I will. Promise.'

'Pinky swear?'

'Pinky swear.'

Elsa found Anna's eyes and stared into them for a second, knowing she was sinking into desire with every passing notion. She cupped her sister's face with both her hands, caressing her cheeks with her thumbs. The love was overwhelming. It was physically painful. This wasn't a fantasy. This was Elsa's present, and for once, it felt like just that. She wanted to treasure this scene, locking its proceedings away forever. So much had to be overcome to get here, yet Elsa sat before her sister, both feeling that intense emotion that had been with them all their lives and prepared to embrace it once and for all.

'May I kiss you?' Elsa was compelled to ask.

'Elsa.' Anna tried to grin confidently but faltered. 'You can honestly do whatever you want with me.'

That was the switch. Elsa moved in and kissed her sister, gently at first, but then forced her mouth open wide, gripping the back of her head and filling her needs with the passion they had both accepted. Elsa eased Anna down onto her back, but slowly peeled the nightgown to her waist, shuffling her sister's arms out of the piece and noting the way she lifted them over her bare chest. Elsa sat up, her legs on either side of Anna's one as she straddled atop of her.

'Yikes. I-I'm way more embarrassed than I thought I'd be. I-I mean…you haven't seen me naked in a while, huh? We're both so different now, and I didn't grow much in that department. Not sure I got much going on here, you know? Especially compared to you. Oh. But do you even like this kind of thing? I-I think I do. I'm picturing you right now and it's making everything itchy. Oh, man…'

'Shall we stop?' Elsa asked, doing everything in her power not to lose herself. Anna's collar. Her waist, her arms, the tiny freckles, the curves, the way her hidden chest formed such a tantalizing sight despite the arms atop of it. Too much. It was all too much.

'No…That's not what I'm saying.'

'Then understand that in every single possible way, Anna,' Elsa stroked her sister's arms. 'You're perfect.' And she gripped Anna's wrists, deliberately moving them away to reveal the young woman's perfectly shaped breasts. They were small, as Anna seemed to fear, but their shape was lovely, just the right amount of girth adding to the sight.

Anna covered her fuming face with her arms, her chest heaving hastily. Elsa reflected upon Gerda's lesson, taking away at least something from it beyond shame. She handled Anna gently, encircling the tips teasingly before squeezing just ever so slightly.

'O-oh…!' Anna squeaked. 'So…different…!'

'Than Kristoff?' Elsa knew she couldn't hide the irritation.

'Yeah…'

Another switch flipped. Elsa would be better than any man could hope for. She cupped Anna's chest and released, pushed and stroked, tickling her in between and observing the way her sister's form stiffened in response, her tiny voice restrained in her throat as she gasped through moans.

'A-ah…Elsa…' She went on, and Elsa's breaths began coming out rapidly. The way she said her name. So vulnerable. So erotic. So raw. Elsa didn't take such sensations into account. The fact it was Anna, the girl she loved, elevated the experience beyond anything imaginable, and they had barely done anything yet. Her sister. Her dearest sister and best friend. She loved her so much. She wanted to give her only the greatest of pleasures. She deserved it. After everything she had endured, she deserved it.

Elsa leaned in, pressed her face through Anna's arms, and kissed her; truly kissed her. The squeaks in Anna's throat broke through the exchange, and Elsa felt her sister gripping the sheets, twisting the blankets as the kiss deepened, her tongue weak against Elsa's she was so enraptured. The queen moved down her neck, to her collar, and finally to her breasts, where she performed once more, Anna's back arching and her hands moving through Elsa's hair.

'U-ung…Oh, my gosh…' Anna sighed. 'O-oh…Elsa. Elsa. Elsa…'

Say it more. Say her name more. Elsa never tired of hearing it slip through her sister's lips with such eroticism. She was moaning. Groaning. Humming. She liked what Elsa was doing. This only encouraged the older girl, and she shuffled Anna's dress down further, listening to it slip to the floor.

'D-don't look…!' Anna begged, and Elsa could understand why. Her undergarment – an adorably pink, silk number perhaps planned for this very moment – was utterly dampened, a glimmer collected around Anna's inner thighs and soaking into the bed now.

'Oh, my gosh…This is ridiculous.' Anna almost sobbed. 'I've never felt like this…Ever. A-and you're my sister. Am I insane? How can something so "wrong" feel so…so good? Y-you're my idol. My best friend. But you're also my sister. My body…it's never been so…like this! My heart is pounding. My skin is tingling. I want to kiss you. I want to drown in your love. But…b-but…'

'It is, indeed, perhaps somewhat bizarre…' Elsa started, unfastening her own nightgown and eventually pulling it up and over her head, tossing the piece to the side and allowing the moonlight beginning to seep into the room to illuminate her figure. Anna was panicking. She had every right to. But she wasn't alone, and Elsa wanted to reinforce that no matter what. She couldn't lose her. Not now. Not after coming so very far.

Elsa took her sister's trembling hand and rested it upon her chest, right against her heart.

'But do you feel that, Anna?'

'W-whoa…'

'My heart has never trembled like this. And…' She looked down, indicating her own practically transparent, white underwear. 'We are not so dissimilar in that regard as well.'

'I…' Anna blinked, beginning to smile and then making a face of disgust. 'What the heck?'

Elsa flinched forward, Anna's hands moving to her breasts suddenly and groping them roughly.

'Seriously? You're prettier and have bigger boobs? Is that even fair?'

'S-stop it…!' Elsa whined, and Anna huffed, her touch changing into something much more intimate, mimicking the way Elsa had played with her.

'Wow. I could totally get into this…' She commented, kneading Elsa now meticulously, making the older sister buckle. 'And that face you're making! Can you say sexy?'

'P-please. Enough with the…commentary…' Elsa begged.

'No way. Your body is way too beautiful.' Anna was careful not to irritate the injury along Elsa's ribs as she scaled downward, her touch tracing Elsa's outline delicately. 'Your waist. Those hips! Holy! A-and this…!'

'E-eek…!' Elsa felt Anna squeeze her backside, and it did little to help her discomfort.

'Such a cute sound!'

Elsa clicked her tongue, pushing Anna upon her back once more and sneering.

'A certain little sister has certainly forgot her place, hasn't she?' The queen hissed, moving downward until her face rested between Anna's legs.

'W-whoa…! W-what're you doing there…?' Anna floundered.

'I think even you know precisely what is about to happen.'

Elsa took a moment to gather herself, praying she would be able to perform even relatively well. She hadn't gone over such things with Gerda. This was coming…naturally? How strange, but the sight of Anna's desire spurred her onward, and Elsa tugged at her sister's undergarments, the flustered girl resisting by pulling back.

'N-no way! I-it's all dirty and…a-and sweaty and…!'

'And rather bare, surprisingly.' Elsa grinned devilishly, sending a coolant through Anna's hands to force her to release any hold she had so the older sister could strip her naked. 'Almost as though…one was expecting such a turn of events.'

'E-Elsa…Seriously…D-don't tease me. A-and get up from there. I-I'm not ready. Don't…!'

Lies. Anna was verbally rejecting because she felt she had to. This time, Elsa saw through the veil of restraint easily, enamored by the tight, pink part of Anna before her. Untouched. Pure. Perfect. Everything Anna was and could be. Elsa couldn't hold back anymore. She had desired this so much. Dared to dream of it. Longed for a connection as such without knowing where she would ever find it. This felt so right. So natural. So wonderful.

Elsa began kissing Anna. Gently. She used her tongue with reservation, listening to her sister's voice ooze out of her throat with every gift. Elsa's mouth was soaked within seconds, and she held Anna's legs, wrapping her arms around them and keeping them apart so she could continue without reservation. Anna wasn't talking anymore. She wasn't denying what she wanted. Her body spoke volumes, and her voice became so loud she muffled it with her hands, constant sparks of pleasure contained lest a guard pass by the queen's room.

'Mm! Mm! Mmph…! Mm! A-ah…! Hah…E-Elsa…' She was slurring. Her body was beginning to sweat in the summer night. She tasted good. So good. Elsa couldn't get enough. She went deeper. She curled her tongue. She reached between her own legs and pushed into herself with ease, her fingers sliding back and forth rapidly, her panties hanging on her ankle over the side of the bed.

It was too much. The awkwardness of the humble beginnings slipped into furious enrapturement. Anna was convulsing in Elsa's grip, and the queen's body had already reached a fever pitch, a release forcing her into insanity at the brink.

'I-I'm…!' Anna breathed desperately. 'O-oh, my gosh…! I-I'm…!'

'M-me too…' Elsa had been holding back, but the moment she felt Anna's body tighten, she allowed herself the same liberty, and she enjoyed Anna's hands digging into her hair, both girls screaming inwardly and through grit teeth.

Only their laboured breaths could be heard thereafter, and Elsa convinced herself she hadn't been dreaming when her blurred vision realigned and she could make out Anna's heaving form, her chest teasing the older sister anew as it expanded and retracted.

'That was…amazing…and…one of the craziest things…I've ever done…' Anna whispered tiredly.

Crazy wasn't the word Elsa would have used. As she crawled next to Anna and held her tight, their nude bodies entangled and tender kisses passing between them, Elsa could only think that perfection was what they had encompassed in her mind over the past hour. It was the beginning of what could be a beautiful, unconventional, relationship that Elsa had denied everything for.

'Are you…okay?' Elsa asked tenderly, stroking her sister's head.

'I think so? I'm…not sure. Lots of feelings going on right now.'

'I don't doubt it.'

'Mostly good though.'

'I'm glad…'

'But you…!' Anna sat up on an elbow, her form so very tempting in its nudity. 'Where did you learn that? I-I mean…I feel bad because I didn't…But I'm not sure I can…'

Elsa placed a finger to Anna's lips, and she kissed it cutely.

'It just…came to me, I suppose. I wanted to do it for you, Anna. It felt right.'

'You're telling me.' Anna blushed. 'I was so noisy…'

'It was adorable.'

'You were so good! These geniuses, I tell you. How can I even think of comparing to that?' Anna was hiding her embarrassment, and it was fine.

'There is no pressure, Anna. You just do whatever makes you comfortable.'

'But I want to…! Right now! I-I could…!'

'No.' Elsa struggled to deny her, but she needed to be careful. 'I…feel rather fatigued, to be honest. I pushed myself, I think…again.'

'Oh…'

'But soon. I-if you wouldn't mind. I would love that.'

'Yeah! Pinky promise?'

'Of course.'

The two girls locked their fingers, and Anna kissed their hands, smiling cheerfully and lighting Elsa's heart over and over again.

'This shouldn't be a thing…but it is.' The younger girl went on. 'I thought maybe…becoming intimate with you would only freak me out. You know? Like, convince me I was wrong about what I feel.'

'I can understand that…' Elsa grimaced briefly. So, Anna still had doubts. Who wouldn't? Even Elsa wondered how she could do such things without regret or remorse. Even now, she wanted to…

'But I love you even more somehow. Isn't that weird? Like, I feel so close to you, and I never, ever want to let go.' She hugged Elsa, her nakedness torturous.

'Then don't.' Elsa's eyes fluttered, holding back her emotions.

'I won't. Never again, Elsa.' She paused, and added with finality. 'I love you.'

Elsa stared at the ceiling, relief overtaking her and a single tear forming in her fluctuating eyes.

'I love you, too, Anna…'

It was an eclipse of emotion and personality, with two sisters at the core, and a bewildering sense of belonging and satisfied desire sown…for better or for worse.