A/N: We told you all to just wait and see and not ask us if they would have sex this chapter. Now you've all forced us to troll you so here's a "pure as the driven snow" epilogue. Enjoy.

Nah, we're just pulling your leg. Here it is. More notes at the end of the chapter. Thank you for all your support. Enjoy.

Over an hour later, Anna flops onto her bed and groans, "I think I'm pruning."

"You'll be fine you big baby."

A blue-green eye cracks open to see Elsa sit on the edge of her bed, wrapped in a fluffy white towel and sporting the most relaxed smile Anna's ever seen on her person. Despite the bandages Anna had helped her wrap around her leg just before they left her bath chambers, Elsa glows. The smile on her face finally reaches her eyes. A piece of the princess's heart melds back together at the sight.

Though she had enjoyed the bath—wrapped among Elsa's arms and submerged in warm, soothing water—her greatest pleasure this night has been, by far, Elsa's quiet euphoria.

I swear she'll have a reason to smile every day from now on.

"You should get dressed."

Anna lifts her head and frowns, puffing up her cheeks playfully. "Says the person with only a towel on." A cold toe pokes her foot and she squeals.

"What does that make you then?" Elsa teases. "Your towel is slipping up your thighs."

"Huh?"

A flush springs on Anna's cheeks when she sees the white cloth bunched up close to her pelvis. And with her legs spread out a little! Anna squeaks and smooths her towel down. Her heart hammers for a few seconds and only stops when white cloth covers creamy skin. When she glances up however, Elsa's staring at her with her head tilted, bottom lip caught between perfect white teeth, eyes dark and mesmerizing. Anna's breath hitches.

"W-what?"

Her sister blinks, focus returning. She coughs and looks away, fiddling with her loose hair. "N-nothing."

Anna pouts and sidles up to her sister, nudging her with her elbow. "Oh no, you were definitely thinking of something. What was it?" Elsa bites her lip. Her eyes remain on the floor and a few seconds past before Anna's patience takes a crack. Her pout deepens and she crosses her arms. "Less doors, remember?"

Elsa laughs, the sound ringing like a silver bell to Anna's ears. "That's hardly fair is it?"

Anna retorts by sticking out her tongue and Elsa giggles, slipping her arm around her waist and drawing her closer. When Anna snuggles into her sister's side, laying her head upon her shoulder, Elsa brushes her lips against her ear and whispers, "I was just thinking about how much I enjoyed the view."

Heat trickles through Anna's veins and settles low in her belly. Her stomach clenches and her mouth goes dry. The place where Elsa's hand lies, on her hip, suddenly tingles.

"We should get dressed," Anna mumbles. Her cheeks burn.

Elsa sighs and strokes her side (Anna represses a shiver). "We should."

Still, neither of them move. Anna stares at her carpet, a drowsiness creeping into her mind. Her eyes flutter shut. Her breathing slows and she curls up against Elsa's side, the rhythmic movements of her hand lulling her to sleep.

"That closet haunts me."

Anna snaps her eyes open, all traces of fatigue gone. Elsa stares at her wardrobe closet with a sideways look, brow furrowed. The princess blinks and glances between it and her sister.

"It's just a closet Elsa..."

"Yes, but I didn't like hiding in it that one time."

Anna flushes all the way down to her sternum. She shifts, acutely aware of the space between her legs. "Uh, um, I-I really am sorry about that night Elsa." Elsa glances at her, eyebrows rising. Anna coughs and tries to ignore her skipping heartbeat. The guilty heat on her cheeks betrays her. "I never meant for you to find out like that."

Elsa cups her cheek, fingers cool on Anna's skin. "Anna, you don't have to apologize for that." This time, a blush creeps ontoElsa's cheeks. "What you were doing...that was, well, I could understand the, um, urge to do...that..." She looks away, beginning to fidget. "I-I had felt it too, before. By myself, a-alone in my...room..."

Anna's heart constricts at the somber tone in her sister's voice. Then Elsa meets her eyes again and shrugs, blush darkening. "To be honest, the thing that surprised me the most was that it was me you were thinking of."

The heat on her face and in her sternum seems to spread everywhere. She can feel her ears burning and her hands are so warm, Anna hopes her palms don't sweat. It feels as if her body is a bright red light in the darkness. Anna coughs and jumps to her feet, heading to her wardrobe. "W-well, obviously? I don't know—at least I don't think most sisters fall for each other."

"Right," comes Elsa's high, weak response.

Anna shoots her sister a sympathetic look, noticing her hands clamped tightly in her lap and the way she gnaws on her lower lip. Anna gives her a reassuring smile as she grabs a summery yellow nightgown from her closet and disappears behind her changing screen.

"You should get dressed too," Anna calls out. She frowns and then pokes her head out. "Wait, do you want one of my gowns?"

Elsa grins, chin high in a proud display. "That's not necessary."

"Huh?"

With a wave of her hand and a flourish, blue sparkles circle around Elsa's form. The white, fluffy towel gives way to smooth, icy blue silk. Anna's eyes widen as magic spreads across her sister and clads her curves delicately. In the span of an instant, her sister is dressed in a nightgown that resembles her own.

Anna pouts. "Oh, that's unfair."

Elsa laughs and Anna darts behind the screen again. As her towel hits the floor and cool night air passes over her skin, Anna begins to recall that night's events once more.

"You know," she starts, "I had just figured out I liked women, the year before."

She hears Elsa shift and sees her shadow straighten. "Oh? How did you know?"

Anna laughs, slipping on the nightgown, and says, "Books."

"Oh. Right..." Her sister shuffles on the bed and when she speaks again, there's a hint of melancholy in her voice. "How else could you have figured that out?"

Anna smoothes down her slip and steps around the changing screen, frowning at Elsa. "I'm guessing it was different for you?" As much as it darkens her mood to speak about their years apart, she can't let go of the pervasive, itching curiosity to know what had gone on behind the door.

Elsa shrugs and stands. "It wasn't a huge thing for me. Romance never was." She stares at the floor, blue eyes glimmering with memories. "The times Papa and Mama discussed marriage with me were...less than pleasing."

Anna winces, crossing over to her sister's side and hugging her arm. "Elsa..."

Elsa smiles down at her, reaching up to grasp her hand. "I'm okay Anna. In truth, I think it bothered me less than it did you." Her eyes twinkle. "Papa and Mama once made a comment about how many romance novels you were devouring."

Anna flushes. "I, well, I was confused. And romance novels made me feel better. Most of them were simple—brave knight goes on an epic adventure to save the princess, fights a dragon, rescues her from the tower, they fall in love. That sort of thing." She gnaws on her bottom lip. "I kept reading to see if there was someone like me in those stories."

Someone who was also lonely.

"Anna—" Elsa leans to her, pain flashing across her face.

Anna tilts her head up and tries to smile. "And you know, there was. Close by, the whole time." Her smile falters a bit and suddenly it's difficult to swallow. "It just took me a while to see it."

Elsa's expression is tight. "I didn't let you see for the longest time though," she murmurs.

"You were trying to protect me," Anna whispers.

Elsa touches her forehead to hers. "Let's talk about something else."

"Before we cry again?" Anna jokes and yet, her lips still quiver.

Elsa sniffs and nods. She presses a soft, chaste kiss to Anna's forehead before wrapping her in a hug. Anna nuzzles into her shoulder, slipping her arms around Elsa's waist. Fingers trace a spot on her back, light enough not to agitate her bruises, but firm enough for Anna to shiver under her touch. Her eyes trace over the curve of a pale neck, growing hazy.

"You were beautiful."

The words slip from her without notice. Elsa's fingers go still on her back. Anna's breath hitches and she grips the icy robe beneath her fingers tighter. "That night," she murmurs, face flaming. "It was the first real glimpse I had of you in...in months. And- and you were so beautiful."

Elsa pulls back, pink blooming on her cheeks. Perhaps it's just Anna's imagination, but she swears a smile tugs at those rosy lips. A finger slides under her chin and Elsa thumbs a particular spot.

"So were you." She grimaces. "Until your chin hit the floor."

Anna touches her chin absentmindedly, fingering the faint scar there. A thought nags at the back of her mind. At first the memory of her hands still so far away from Elsa darkens her mood. But then she recalls a delicate, gloved hand reaching out to her and blue eyes so vulnerable in that moment that it stirs the depths of her affections again.

Anna shrugs and stares at their feet, a small grin bunching her cheeks. "Y-yeah, but looking back on it now, you wanted to reach out to me, right?"

Elsa purses her lips, blue eyes stormy. "It looked like it hurt a lot. Your chin was purple that night."

Anna's grin turns crooked. "It did, but I had worse." She recalls the time she'd fallen down the tree and shudders. "Way worse."

Elsa hums and lowers her head. A chill races down Anna's spine as soft, full lips brush the scar on her chin. She tilts her head back, sighing happily as Elsa kisses her again. Anna slips her arms around her sister's neck, pulling her flush against her. Elsa moans softly in response and dips her hand down to the curve of Anna's waist. The feel of fingers stroking her side makes Anna shudder and loll her neck to the side.

"Anna," Elsa whispers as she trails kisses down, "the bed?"

Anna groans and blindly shuffles them to the bed. The minute the back of her knees hit her mattress, Elsa shoves her down. Anna's gasp is cut off by teeth clacking against hers and thighs trapping her down. Elsa's name is a whisper on her lips as her sister climbs atop her. Anna whines as Elsa moves her hips against hers, heat flickering in her belly. A soft groan escapes her when Elsa's pelvis presses down into hers. Beneath her nightgown, Anna feels herself stir and she whimpers against the lips crushed to hers.

"We just bathed too," she murmurs against Elsa. Her sister's hands find purchase on her chest and she shudders, trying to keep up with Elsa's quick, almost desperate, pace.

Elas breaks contact, ducking her head down to the spot behind Anna's ear. "Do you want to stop?" Her question comes with an opened-mouth kiss.

Anna's pulse thrums at the new expanse of snow-white skin before her. She gulps, throat bobbing up and down. "N-no," she stammers. Her sister's flesh feels impossibly cool compared to her heated body. It's the sole thing keeping her racing mind from spinning out of control.

"Me neither," Elsa murmurs and icy breath brushes Anna's ear so closely her legs turn to jelly.

She angles her head and traces the shell of a sensitive ear with the tip of her tongue, unable to refrain from drawing the earlobe in and biting down just the barest bit. Elsa gasps and arches down onto her, the curve of her bosom pressing into Anna's smaller chest.

Anna moans, a small, whispery sound in the dark of her bedchamber.

Blood—hot, hot, hot—travels south. Anna trembles on her bed as rosy lips trail down her throat, alighting nerves with small kisses and a tender bite. Elsa pulls the neckline of her gown down, trailing the tip of her tongue over Anna's collarbone. The action, coupled with the feel of icy threads brushing against her skin, makes Anna's breath shorten. She grips the back of Elsa's dress and lifts her hips against Elsa's pelvis.

Elsa groans and grinds into her. Her center brushes along the head of Anna's cock and even with their clothes still on and the friction dull, Anna quivers. Her shaft jumps against her stomach and stiffens. She sinks her fingers into Elsa's hair, moaning and arching her hips higher.

"I love you," Elsa whispers. She wraps her lips around Anna's collarbone and sucks until the skin turns bright red.

"Love you," Anna gasps as teeth nip just above the swell of her breast, "too!"

Elsa giggles and rises up. "Did I surprise you?"

"You keep surprising me," Anna pants, heart thudding in her chest. Underneath Elsa like this, she feels akin to a mouse within a cat's purring clutches.

Uncertainty flashes across Elsa's face. She frowns, a blush staining her cheeks, and asks, "Is that a bad thing?"

"No! No," Anna says immediately. She grabs her sister's hands and pecks her knuckles. "The exact opposite actually." Elsa quirks an eyebrow. A furious blush creeps down Anna's neck and she squirms, trying to force the words out from her throat. "I, um, I like it. A lot."

Elsa's own blush darkens, her petite mouth forming a small 'o'-shape.

"It makes me happy to see you like this. Relaxed. C-confident even," Anna's voice rises an octave and Elsa's pulses races. "Content. Happy."

Elsa smiles, eyes glowing with an aching tenderness. She cups Anna's face and leads her into a deep, slow kiss. Anna sighs, running her hands along Elsa's back and sides. Warmth blooms in her chest and travels down to her toes. Despite the chill of her sister's skin, Anna is safe and content.

Then a hand unbuttons the front of her nightgown and slips inside to brush a pert, pink nipple.

Anna gasps and arches into Elsa's cool palm. Elsa giggles into their kiss, taking her bottom lip and biting down gently. A spark rushes through her veins and the blood coursing in her groin hastens. A familiar, pleasant ache burns in her pelvis and Anna glances down to see the fabric of her dress stir and rise.

She grips the bedsheets with one hand as Elsa parts her slip further, exposing pale skin to the summer night air. Elsa draws back and her gaze follows the trail of unclad flesh from her collarbone to the edge of her sternum. She licks her lips and Anna gulps when her eyes dilate, black rimmed by icy blue.

For reasons she can't place, this time feels different than their first time together. Perhaps the reality of it all is finally sinking in. Anna's heart pounds in her ears. The moonlight seeping through the crack in the curtains illuminates Elsa's figure from behind. Pale beams splay over blue-clad shoulders and turn white-gold hair a delicate, almost silvery hue.

"I'll be gentle," Elsa whispers.

Anna cracks a grin even as her pulse quickens to a roar in her ears and arousal strokes a fire in her nether regions. "I'll take all of you Elsa."

Elsa cups her face and leans down, nuzzling their noses together. "And you'll give as good as you got," she says. Frost wafts on her breath and Anna curls her toes on the balls of her feet as she tries not to tremble.

Instead of responding, Anna pulls her sister down into a languid kiss. Elsa cuts it short, her lips pulling away with a soft smack. She edges down until her lips are aligned with a pink nipple and suddenly Anna's heart is back in her throat. The first brush of tongue is sweet and painfully light. Anna lets out a breathy moan as Elsa flicks her nipple once, twice, and then wraps ruby-red lips around it. Down below, she feels herself swell at the familiarity of her sister's cool mouth. Anna shuts her eyes and turns her head into the sheets, trying to muffle the embarrassing noises rising in her throat. "El-Elsa, oh gosh."

Elsa moans around her breast, tightening her lips around the peak and sucking fervently. Her free hand tugs Anna's nightgown to the side, palming the other, neglected mound. Anna arches her spine, crying out.

"I—oh!"

Pleasure teases the ends of her nerves. Elsa detaches from her breast with a wet pop, whispering a breathless "I love you," and peppers her chest with kisses all over. Anna pants and her hips jerk up, trying to grind and create friction for the heat between her legs.

Elsa giggles and grabs her hip. "Slow down," she says, teasing Anna with a nip to her sternum.

"I can't," Anna whines. She jerks her hips up, vainly trying to find some relief for her aching stiffness, but Elsa keeps a firm grip on her waist. Anna grumbles and her Queen laughs once before soothing her with a bruising kiss.

"Quit teasing me," the Princess hisses and pouts.

Elsa chuckles and nips her jaw. "I've got years to make up for. I'll stop teasing when—"

A knock raps against the door.

Despite the fact that the sound is muffled by the ice, it still seems to echo throughout the room.

Elsa jerks back as if burned, blue eyes widening to impossible sizes. Anna rolls out from under her, fumbling with the buttons of her nightgown and stammering incoherent replies. The bulge at her pelvis is rapidly covered by a pillow, but she's not sure how to fix the marks on her neck. Elsa jumps off the bed and tries to smooth out the wrinkles in her dress, face such a bright pink her cheeks nearly glow. She approaches the door cautiously, rime creeping underneath her bare feet.

"Who could it possibly be?" Anna hisses.

"I don't—"

"Anna? Are you in there? If you're not then can you tell me?"

They both freeze before sagging in absolute relief. Elsa glances at Anna with a strained grin and says, "I'll handle this."

Olaf's innocent eyes widen in surprise when Elsa slips out.

"Oh, Elsa! I'm sorry, is this your room? I could have sworn it was Anna's."

Elsa tries to keep her smile on. "It is Olaf. I just decided to spend the night in her room, to look after her, you see?" Her lips twitch, the corners of her mouth straining. "She's very tired."

"Oh!" Olaf giggles and scratches his head. "I was going to ask if she could read me a story tonight, but I guess now's not really a good time."

"No, it isn't," Elsa chuckles. It really isn't in her opinion.

"What were two you doing?"

Elsa blanches, spine going rigid. Olaf beams up at her, an excited, expectant look on his face. A thousand scenarios bounce around in the Queen's head. Her little snowman is completely well-meaning, but Elsa knows he doesn't have the perception yet to realize innocuous phrases could come off less than...platonic.

"Catching up."

It's not a complete lie.

"Oh, that sounds wonderful!"

Elsa straightens and continues with an easier smile. "In fact I was just about to retrieve something from my room. Would you accompany me?"

She isn't going to risk the chance of Olaf lingering and hearing...something.

Olaf beams and grabs her hand, tugging her down the hallway with gusto. Elsa laughs and let's herself relax. The trip to her room is filled with his ramblings and an occasional word or two from her. Elsa steps into her bed chambers and the same, age-old feeling of security that her room always brings washes over her. Olaf waddles beside her and looks around, oohing and awing at every little thing. Elsa giggles at him and moves to her desk. She withdraws a sheet of paper and her pen.

In hindsight, I should have done this first.

Kai is always the second servant at her door. With the exception of Gerda—who's her head maid and always the first to her room—he would understand her predicament without actually questioning it.

"Kai, I'm spending the night in Anna's room. Please make certain that we are not disturbed and do not worry about my duties. I will attend to them promptly in the morning."

Elsa signs her note quickly and leaves it on her desk. She turns around to see Olaf staring curiously at a large, leather tome tucked in the deep corners of her sole bookshelf.

Her little snowman points to it and asks, "What's that?"

Elsa's brow creases. "That's...a book on folklore." Pale, delicate fingers slip between a purple, velvet cover and dark brown leather. Elsa brushes her thumb over the surface, skimming the runes carved there.

"Did you need that too?" Olaf quips, his head lifted by his twiggy arms to peer at the book.

Elsa flashes him a smile and straightens. "Not me, I think someone else will appreciate it."

Olaf plops his head back onto his smile and grins at her. "Do I know this person?"

She laughs and gestures for him to follow her. They settle into an easy conversation with the little snowman recounting his tales of what he had done that day. Elsa mentally decides to speak with Kai about getting a room solely for Olaf. Since the Thaw, he's been in and out of other people's chambers and she doesn't want something accidently happening to him.

They're midway back to Anna's room when Elsa clears her throat.

"Olaf, where are you staying tonight?"

"With Sven," he says, padding alongside her. "He and Kristoff are staying in the barn. Something about it smelling funny in the castle."

Elsa frowns. "He knows about the house we had designated for him right?"

"Yes, but I think they like the Royal Stables the best."

I...am not surprised.

Instead of dwelling on that particular topic, Elsa glances down the hallway and frowns slightly. "Perhaps it's better not to keep Sven waiting then." She's dilly-dallying around the subject, but her training as the crown princess has taught her when to be direct and when to avoid.

"You don't want me to walk you back to Anna's room?"

He's strangely perceptive.

Elsa coughs and fights the heat threatening to light up her face. "We were in the middle of something important."

His eyes widen. "I'll leave you alone now," Olaf quips. Even in this darkness, Elsa can see the sparkle in his beady eyes as he reaches up and wraps his twiggy arms around her. "But I get one last hug alright?"

"Of course you do," Elsa croons, returning the squeeze. She smiles and strokes the back of his head once. "Have fun with Sven, but let Kristoff sleep, alright Olaf?"

Olaf disentangles from her and nods, giggling. "I promise you if you promise me you'll get lots of sleep tonight." His expression falls and he scuffs his snowy foot against the floor. "Both you and Anna haven't been sleeping well, you know?"

Elsa swallows thickly, glancing sideways. "Yes..."

The large windows nearby provide enough view of the fjord to make her shiver. She rubs her palms together, feeling a rush travel up her forearms to her fingertips. Rough, pointy hands slip into hers and she jerks to see Olaf grinning up at her.

"But I'm sure you and Anna will sleep well together!"

A tingle races down Elsa's spine and she has to fightthe imagery that sprouts into her mind, entangled limbs, breathy voices, and heat. Heat that makes her lose the war with herself, a blush burning in Elsa's cheeks.

In front of her, Olaf continues chattering. "I like to think of myself as a love expert you see? And I can feel that you and Anna both love each other so much. And so obviously you two would love to sleep together and—"

"Goodnight Olaf," Elsa says, straightening to her feet. "It's late and we should both be, ah, sleeping." God above, she's not used to feeling so awkward. That's Anna's duty, in her opinion.

"Oh, right!" Olaf gasps. He giggles and bids her goodnight, waving at her as they go their separate ways.

Elsa's relieved to know he's too innocent to really care about the dark flush seeping down her neckline. That's one less person she has to explain things to. No longer occupied—and with the castle dead silent—Elsa opts to run back to Anna's room.

The low candlelight spilling from the crack of Anna's door makes her heart race. She checks the hallway before slipping in, calling softly, "Anna, I'm back. Sorry to keep you—"

"Ack!" Anna whirls around on her bed, nearly slipping off the edge in surprise. "Elsa, knock!"

"Sorry, sorry!" Elsa says, hurriedly locking the door behind, book clutched to her chest. In her state of racing nerves, ice shoots easily from her hands, covering the wood frame in a sheet of rime. "I thought you would have heard me coming," Elsa says, biting her lip.

Unlike Olaf, she does notice the redness flaming in Anna's cheeks as her sister smooths her palms over her lap, looking down and stuttering, "I was a bit distracted." She blinks. "What's that book?"

Elsa places the book in her sister's lap and mumbles, "Something I kept with me for the past three years." She bites her lip and her expression falls. "I...I thought it would reduce the risk of you discovering my secret if I kept it in my room."

Anna's eyes widen. She brushes off a few, scattered snowflakes on the book and flips it open. "I wondered where this went," she mumbles. Pages of troll folklore and legend are flipped through, with Elsa cautiously studying her sister's gaze. After a minute, Anna hands it back.

Elsa blinks in surprise. "You're not curious?"

Anna laughs softly. "I am and I know we said no more doors, but I think we should talk about it...some other night." Her shoulders drop. "Today was amazing," she exhales. "But it was also really long and I was wondering, that is if it's okay with you, if we could just...relax?"

"Tonight?" Elsa asks, her voice far away.

Red blooms on Anna's cheeks. "Yes, tonight. We're both...we've had a long day, so I thought it would be a good thing," Anna swallows and her words fall out in a breathy exhale, "if we could just...relax, tonight."

Elsa swallows down the overwhelming love that sprouts for her sister's understanding. She nods and walks over to Anna's desk, placing the old tome down gently.

"You said you were distracted?" she asks, glancing over her shoulder at the princess.

Anna's blush darkens and she squirms. "Y-yeah."

Elsa tilts her head. "From?"

Anna tucks a lock back, ears reddening, and mumbles, "Thinking of you. We were, well, getting excited and I'm still, well, excited. A bit. Just a bit." Her words end in a squeak and Elsa feels her blood rush through her veins.

A smile curls on her lips and she takes slow, measured steps towards the bed. Anna's eyes glance up and Elsa stands a little straighter when she notices her sister's gaze dip down to the sway of her hips. Elsa watches Anna's hands fist in her lap as she crawls onto the bed, her added weight causing it to dip and creak. Anna gulps and Elsa's eyes hone in on her sister adam's apple bobbing up and down as she looms closer. Their noses brush and a dreamy smile curls on her lips.

"There's nothing to distract us now," she whispers.

Anna gives a lopsided grin, eyes falling to half mast. "Yeah..."

Her lips ghost over Elsa's, breath warm and sweet. Elsa's smile grows and she cups Anna's cheek, heart skipping when her princess leans into the touch. The utter adoration in Anna's eyes pulls Elsa in.

Their kiss is chaste, barely a peck, and shorter than an intake of breath.

Liquid fire races down Elsa's spine to her toes. She groans and buries her free hand in Anna's hair, cupping the back of her neck and kissing her fiercely. Anna moans, wrapping her arms around Elsa's neck. The Queen scoots back and her princess follows, the two of them shifting until Elsa's back hits the plush sheets.

"Your leg," Anna murmurs, breaking their heated kiss into soft pecks. "Is it okay? It doesn't hurt lying like this?"

Elsa shakes her head, too absorbed with the feeling of Anna's lips against hers. "It's fine. Wrapped tightly and everything," she murmurs. When Anna pulls back to frown at her, she groans and says, "It'll feel even better if you keep kissing me."

Anna giggles and leans back down, nuzzling their noses together. Elsa's impatience grows until she grabs the back of Anna's head and kisses her roughly. Their teeth clack and a sharp gasp fills the air. She takes her chance and slips her tongue between her sister's lips. The tip brushes over achingly soft and warm flesh before running along strong teeth.

Anna groans and angles her head to deepen the kiss. Desire pools in Elsa's belly, bubbling and scorching, like lava in its rising intensity. She trembles when fingertips trail down to tease the swell of a breast through thin fabric. Elsa bites her sister's lip when those same fingers brush over its peak as delicately as a butterfly's wing.

"Anna."

Anna shivers. A second later, Elsa's deprived of those warm, sweet lips. She groans, about to protest when a wet tongue dips into the hollow of her neck. Elsa lets out a breathy moan. Her toes curl into the balls of her feet and she arches her spine, arms snaking around her sister's neck. Anna chuckles against her throat and lays several short and feather-light kisses along her clavicle.

Elsa sighs as the front of her slip is pulled down. Teeth nibble the swell of her left breast before descending and tugging the peak into a warm, wet mouth.

"Nh—Anna," Elsa gasps. A litany of shallow breaths and moans escape her as Anna sucks gently and palms her still-clothed breast. Elsa scrabbles for control as pleasure races up and down her spine. Her hands clasp Anna's hips and she presses their bodies flush together. Anna whines and a rush of heat shoots straight to Elsa's core when a stiff bulge pokes her stomach. She smirks and rolls her hips, desire curling in her loins when Anna groans and trembles.

"Not fair," her sister gasps, eyes screwing shut.

Elsa laughs, letting her breath brush the sensitive shell of Anna's ear, and whispers, "All's fair in love and world, my love."

Anna pouts, the desire momentarily leaving her face. Then her eyes twinkle and it's Elsa's turn to lose her breath when fingers slip down, feather-light and soothing, to the hemline of her robe.

"Anna—"

Icy fabric crinkles and whooshes in Elsa's hair as it's lifted up and over her head. For a second, her vision is obscured as her dress gets tangled on her arms. Anna splutters and Elsa bites back a smirk as her sister bemoans her graceless luck.

"You should have let me do it," the Queen says, smug and lying still as Anna grapples with the cloth.

"I was trying to be—" Anna grunts and tugs, "—charming!"

It's pulled free from her arms and Elsa is rewarded with the sight of her sister grinning down at her, hair messy and cheeks pink. A draft—she isn't sure where from—passes over her and then it hits her how naked she is.

It hits Anna even more.

The ring of teal in her eyes contracts so much it's barely more than a sliver. A shiver runs down Elsa's spine and heat gathers between her thighs as Anna parts her lips and a small, pink tongue pokes out.

Elsa swallows and takes a shaky breath. Anna's eyes dart down to watch the rise and fall of her bare breasts and the fire scorching her veins intensifies. Elsa presses her thighs together, trying to soothe the dull ache pulsing there.

Anna touches her bandaged leg and grins tentatively. "You sure you're up for this?"

A wave of tenderness moistens Elsa's eyes at the concern in her sister's voice and her lips quiver into a smile. "Definitely," she croaks.

Anna's grin widens and she grabs the bottom of her own dress. Elsa bolts up and clasps her sister's hands. Anna startles and stares at her.

"Wait, let me," Elsa stammers.

"Oh," Anna squeaks. She nods wordlessly—almost excitedly. Elsa musters her courage and pulls the slip off. Unlike hers, it comes off easily and her throat goes dry at the sight of the bare, slim body beneath. Blood rushes south and she presses her thighs together at the sharp stab of arousal in her belly. Her eyes soak up the expanse of just barely tanned skin, skimming over freckle-dotted shoulders and small breasts, all the way down a flat stomach, to the patch of copper hair at her pelvis.

Anna's hands immediately go to her crotch, covering the swollen appendage. Elsa frowns and cups her face. Her thumb strokes the worried wrinkles underneath one blue-green eye. The princess bites her lip and averts her gaze. Elsa leans up and presses their foreheads together.

"You're okay Anna," she whispers. "I've got you." Anna trembles under her touch. Elsa brushes her lips on her sister's nose and is rewarded with a small smile.

Anna gives her a chaste peck and Elsa wraps her arms around her neck. Anna buries her face in her shoulder and Elsa strokes one hand up and down her bare back, mindful of her bruises. They fall back onto the bed, the soft, plush covers a reprieve to their still healing bodies. Elsa sighs as their lips meet in a languid, tender kiss. Anna's hands travel up and caress her neck, fingertips as delicate as crocus petals. Elsa moans and arches into her, delighting in the way they are flush together, hip to hip. A rush of pleasure runs through her when she feels the flank of Anna's swollen member press against her stomach.

A bead of arousal slides down her inner thigh.

Anna breaks away with a gasp and buries her face in the crook of Elsa's neck. Elsa digs her heels into the bed when teeth nip at her skin. She groans at the pleasing mixture of pain and pleasure as Anna sucks at her neck. A hand slips between them and cups her breast. A jolt shoots to her aching core as fingers tweak her nipple. Elsa hisses and rocks her hips up, trying to garner some sort of friction for the throbbing between her thighs. Anna moans and peppers her sternum with kisses before latching their lips together again.

Elsa whines into her mouth. A drop of sweat rolls down her temple, a testament to the heat swirling in her blood and rushing to her groin. She tries to roll her pelvis against Anna, but her sister draws away with a breathy laugh. Elsa groans in dissatisfaction.

"Anna, stop teasing me," she hisses.

"Uh uh," Anna titters, smirking against her mouth. Her other hand dips below Elsa to palm a handful of her derriere. Elsa gasps and arches her spine as traitorous fingers slide between her cheeks briefly to tease her entrance. She quivers at the feel of fingertips brushing the spot, still so surprised at the sensitivity of her skin there.

"I've barely gotten to touch you tonight," Anna whispers, eyes dark and blown black.

Elsa shudders at the tone in her voice.

Two can play at that game.

She smirks and curls one leg over her sister's waist. The sheer relief of feeling Anna's body so close to the ache between her thighs is almost as unexpected as it is welcomed. Elsa grinds her pelvis against Anna, slow and steady. A small gathering of slickness there makes it easy to slide and tease her sister's rigid length. Blue-green eyes widen and Anna blushes darkly, spluttering in shock.

Elsa seizes the moment.

She grabs Anna's shoulders and pushes up. Surprises flashes across Anna's face as she's forced back on her knees, a protest halfway past her lips before Elsa claims them.

"Mmh!" Anna fumbles for her shoulders. Elsa shivers at the way her sister's nails scratch her neck. The dragging red-hot lines invigorate her, making the arousal swirling in her belly several times hotter. She slips her arms around Anna's waist, sighing and tilting her head to deepen their kiss. Anna moans and wraps her arms around Elsa's neck, muttering a raspy, "I love you."

Magic buzzes underneath her skin at the tender note of devotion in Anna's words, cooling some of the heat in her veins. Elsa swallows the lump in her throat and detaches from Anna's mouth. Her sister whines and tries to follow her but a finger to pink, thin lips stops all movement. Anna stares at her, teal eyes nearly a deep, midnight green hue from desire.

Elsa smiles slightly and leans forward until their cheeks brush. A puff of frost leaves her lips as she whispers into Anna's ear, "I... I want to try something again." Elsa hesitates, brow furrowing, before adding, "May I?"

Anna kisses her cheek and tightens their embrace. Her warmth breath brushes over Elsa's neck as she speaks. "Whatever you want to do, I'll follow. If I can give it, I will, a thousand times over." A chaste kiss is pressed against the crook of the Queen's neck, sending a fluttering, fragile feeling to her heart.

Elsa bites her lip, inhaling shakily. "Oh Anna," she whimpers, "you've already given me so much."

Anna nuzzles her neck. "I could say the same to you," she says and Elsa can tell her princess is fighting to keep her voice light.

No more tears, not tonight, Elsa thinks. She turns her head and kisses the corner of Anna's mouth, murmuring, "Okay."

She feels her sister's lips curl into a smile. "What did you—"

Anna's words trail off into a low, guttural moan when Elsa kisses down to her jaw and nips at the skin. A sigh fills Elsa's ears as she traces the scar on Anna's chin with the tip of her tongue. The cool, wet flesh makes goosebumps arise on every inch of the princess's skin. Elsa leaves mark after pink mark as she kisses down to the valley of Anna's breasts. She tries not to tremble as Elsa kisses the modest rise of her chest, her skin much warmer now than it had been at the ice palace. Elsa cups the left and feels Anna's heart beat pulse underneath. She smiles slightly and takes the other into her mouth.

Anna's breath hitches. One of her hands scrambles for something before cupping the back of Elsa's neck. The Queens frowns for a moment before looking up, watching her sister's face. Anna's eyes glimmer with a desperate, unreadable emotion. Her thumb rubs circles into Elsa's nape soothingly. A jolt shoots Elsa at the unsaid words. She pulls back and kisses Anna's sternum.

"I'm here."

Anna whimpers and buries her face in her hair, breathing short and heavy.

Elsa dips lower and lower, kissing every inch of skin her lips can reach. She makes certain to check for any sign that Anna might grow uncomfortable, but her sister's hands only caress and encourage, rubbing circles or clawing for attention. It's addicting, feeling Anna quiver from her touches. Feeling her skin warm and her muscles twitch under the brush of her fingertips. Her eyes flick up and darken when she notices Anna's chest heaving, a bead of sweat rolling between the valley of her breasts.

I could get used to this.

Elsa smirks against Anna's belly button and pecks it.

Anna shudders and shifts her hips forward, trying to draw attention to the place she needs it most. "Elsa, please?"

"Relax," Elsa whispers. She ducks down until her gaze is leveled with her sister's erect shaft. Pre-cum leaks from the slit, the tip swollen and purplish red. Their time in her palace had been filled with urgency and raw passion, but now she's free to look and touch as long as she likes. Of course, she's as inexperienced as Anna is in this regard. What little she knows she learned from books and the few times she gathered her courage to ask her mother about such things. Her own experiences were few and far between.

Anna's cock twitches before her. Elsa swallows and licks her lips, then presses a kiss to the tip. Anna's breath hitches and a slightly salty flavor spills over Elsa's tastebuds. She frowns before bringing a hand up to caress the base of her sister's shaft. Beneath her fingers, Elsa can feel her sister's poorly conceived trembling. Mouth dry, Elsa feels her heart in her throat and grips Anna a little tighter, fingers wrapping around heated flesh. Anna moans and grips her shoulders to steady herself. Elsa smiles up at her and strokes her hand from root to tip, palm drifting across the underside. She repeats the action, once, twice, until whimpers fill her ears, sending tingles down her spine. When curiosity once again gets the better of her, Elsa purses her lips and gives the swollen head a tentative lick. It's hot on her tongue. Anna squirms.

Just do it naturally, like you did last time.

She breathes in through her nose and wraps her lips around the head of Anna's cock. Like everything else about her sister, it's warm. Perhaps it's her own tie to the cold, but Elsa feels as if she could melt under Anna's body. She moans and Anna gasps. Elsa stares up at her sister as she tentatively moves another inch down. Anna breathes faster and faster as she takes in more of her shaft, jaw widening to accommodate her girth. Elsa hears shallow puffs of air falling from Anna, her sister's hands scrambling for purchase on the sheets. Anna's form crumples just above her and Elsa shivers when hot, heavy breathing warms the nape of her neck. Her tongue caresses the thick vein on the underside and she's rewarded with a groan that turns her loins to liquid fire.

"Mph." Elsa scowls slightly when she only gets halfway before her jaw starts to ache. To compensate for her inexperience, she strokes her hand up and down again, drawing her lips back and forth.

"T-teeth!" Anna squeaks, jerking up when Elsa rakes her canines along her glans.

"Sorry!" Elsa stutters. She brushes her tongue over the area to soothe it.

"It's okay," Anna moans and her head rolls to the side, eyes fluttering shut. "Oh, Elsa. That feels so... Oh, please... don't stop."

Elsa smiles and wraps her lips around Anna's shaft once more. It throbs in her mouth and she moans at how hot Anna is. Elsa bobs her head, ears straining for the sweet, breathy gasps Anna gives with each pass of her lips. She swirls her tongue around the head, teasing here and there, more mindful of her teeth this time. Her eyes dart all over her sister's body, searching for any other signs of discomfort.

But there is none.

Anna's cheeks are dusted red and her lips swollen and parted, breathing short and shallow. The low, dying candlełight brings out the auburn in her strawberry-blonde hair, strands sticking to her forehead. Elsa's heart races at the look of rapture on her sister's face. She tightens her grip on Anna's waist and bobs her head up and down faster. Anna whines and reaches up to grasp Elsa's hair. The Queen smirks around her sister's shaft and pulls up to swirl her tongue around the head. She dips the tip just barely into Anna's slit.

The choked groan Anna lets out makes Elsa's legs tremble. The heat at the apex of her thighs gathers into a wetness too slick to ignore. The chill of the night air drifts between her thighs, highlighting the stickiness beginning to drip from her center. Elsa shivers and takes in Anna's shaft once more, pausing halfway. She strokes the pulsing vein there and moans softly when Anna twitches in her mouth. She sucks harshly and reaches down to cup her sister farther down, between the legs, fingers cradling soft flesh.

"Elsa," Anna whimpers, "God, I—"

Elsa lets go with a wet pop.

Anna's eyes flutter open, confusion flashing across her face. Her gaze snaps downward. "Wait, what? Elsa! Why did you—"

Elsa rises to her knees and cuts her sister off with a searing, bruising kiss. Anna fumbles for her shoulders, digging her nails in, trying to find something to ground her. The head of Anna's cock rubs incessantly against Elsa's stomach, but she keeps their bodies still even when Anna whines at the lack of friction. Elsa breaks the kiss and presses their foreheads together, trying to catch her breath.

"I know we shouldn't, but I want to..." She exhales, cheeks glowing. Her eyelids flutter shut and her next words are a shaky whisper. "I want to be with you, again l-like last time, Anna."

Anna doesn't respond right away, but Elsa hears her gasp. Elsa opens her eyes and sees her own hesitance mirrored back in Anna's dark stormy eyes. Her sister swallows, throat bobbing up and down. "I-I want to, too," Anna stammers. The thick need in her voice makes Elsa's stomach clench and her core throb, and she wants desperately for that place to be filled.

"But is it safe?" Anna asks, biting her lip.

Elsa searches her face, her anxiety flaring like pin pricks of ice at her insides. She tries to remember what she had read about safety, tries to ignore the way Anna's wanton gaze makes her feel.

"Pull out," Elsa pants, cupping Anna's face and kissing her lips repeatedly. "P-pull out if it gets too much for you."

Anna's nostrils flare and she peppers Elsa's jawline with featherlight touches. Then she draws back, eyes dark with desire. She swallows thickly and nods. Elsa hesitates for a moment, nerves suddenly seizing a hold of her for a different reason. She almost wants to ask Anna to be gentle, but the question seems so silly and unnecessary. A blush—that doesn't have anything to do with the heat rising in her blood—blooms on her cheeks. Her confidence fades and she bites her lip, glancing over her shoulder at the pillows. Anna senses her anxiety immediately. She grabs her hands, capturing Elsa's attention again, and kisses her palms.

"We can stop," she says. Her eyes are wide with understanding before they fall. "I don't want to push you if you're having second thoughts," Anna murmurs. She strokes the inside of Elsa's wrist, causing Elsa's heart to jump as if it's the first time she has seen Anna in years.

Maybe it is.

Elsa musters her courage and slips out of Anna's embrace. Anna blinks in confusion, watching as Elsa shuffles back to the headboard. Breath quickening, Elsa tries to quell her racing heartbeat as she settles amongst the plush pillows. She lays her hands in her lap, shoulders rising to her ears and cheeks glowing with color.

"Oh," Anna croaks. The breathlessness in her voice, and the way her eyes trail from Elsa's milky legs to her pale shoulders, makes Elsa squirm with excitement. Anna's gaze sweeps over her form, lingering on the curve of her hips and the swell of her breasts, down to where Elsa's hands rest over a patch of white-gold hair. Elsa fails to keep her shivers hidden. To say Anna's stare is appreciative is an understatement. It's dark and hungry—carnal with the way Anna licks her lips.

"Why not," Elsa tries to keep the tremor out of her voice, "come closer?"

She lifts a hand and beckons Anna with one finger.

Her sister swallows and Elsa traces a bead of sweat as it drips down her neck to her clavicle. Anna crawls forward and Elsa's pulse thunders in her neck, her eyes darkening as they lock with Anna's heated gaze. The mattress dips as Anna nears her and Elsa hears nothing past the sound of their heavy breathing.

"Are you sure?" Anna rasps. Her breath falls over Elsa's lips.

"Yes, Anna," Elsa breathes, and it's a miracle her voice only cracks a little. Her heart hammers in her chest, loud and nonstop. Her cheeks burn hotter and brighter than the candle's embers flickering on the nightstand. Elsa trembles, breath hitching, when a hand slides over her shoulder, then down to her chest.

A dizziness washes over Elsa when Anna cups a full breast, her back arching when a thumb strokes over her nipple.

"Please," she moans, eyes closing.

Anna groans in approval and Elsa gasps when she lunges forward, knees pushing apart her legs so that slim hips can slide between them. Elsa throws her head back with a small cry, arching her spine as Anna leaves a path of wet, open-mouthed kisses down her neck. "Anna!" Her arms snake around her sister's neck, shivering when she feels Anna's shaft rest upon her crotch. Her legs bend up at the knees, pressing against Anna's hips.

"Too much?" Anna pants, drawing back.

Elsa's chest heaves, eyes dilated and sweat beading her temples. She shakes her head and brings Anna back, crushing their lips together. Anna sighs through their kiss and her hands drift up and down the sides of Elsa's rib cage, making the Queen shiver with delight. Anna pulls away and drops kisses over her neck again, her hands moving down to cup her breasts.

Warm breath puffs over Elsa's collarbone as a hot mouth drags over her skin, mouthing at her collarbone. "How do you feel?" Anna asks, voice hoarse.

"Hnn," Elsa croons, eyes screwing shut when Anna rolls her hips, the burning in Elsa's belly intensifying. She jumps when the flank of Anna's cock rubs against the patch of hair at her crotch, a pressure so close from where she wants it to be. Gripping the hair at the nape of Anna's neck, Elsa whimpers and grinds against her.

"Unsatisfied," she grumbles, burying her face in Anna's shoulder.

Anna wheezes out a laugh in the crook of her neck. In retaliation, Elsa reaches behind her and pinches her sister's thigh. The Queen smirks when Anna yelps and bucks. But she moans, caught off-guard, when Anna's member slides over the entrance of her core.

"Okay," Anna exhales, shaky and breathless. The rough timbre of her voice sends a shiver down Elsa's spine. "O-okay Elsa, just let me—"

She doesn't finish, eliciting a cry out of Elsa instead when she sucks a bruise along her pulse. They press flush against each other, a thin sheen of sweat coating their bodies and making skin slide against skin. Elsa lays her forehead on Anna's shoulder and trembles as Anna plants kisses from her neck to her shoulder. The soft, fluttery sensation of the princess's lips makes her stomach flip and stir. Anna stops and rests her face in the juncture of Elsa's shoulder, hot puffs of air falling on her skin.

"Anna?" she whimpers, arms tightening around her sister's neck.

"Sorry," Anna says, and Elsa straightens at the tightness in her voice. "Sorry, I got... I got carried away."

"It's alright," Elsa reassures, quaking in her sister's arms. Arousal coils in her belly like a spring, winding tighter and tighter. She can't help but jerk her hips against Anna, red mouth breathing hot air over the shell of Anna's ear.

Anna chokes and pushes her groin against Elsa's, the tips of her ears a burning red. Elsa roves her hands across Anna's back, light over her bruises, but scratching over the line of her spine.

"Is this okay Elsa?" Anna kisses a trail down Elsa's shoulder to her breasts, tongue brushing her skin now and then. "Is this okay?" she repeats.

"Mmm," Elsa coos, shuddering when Anna kisses the swell of a breast.

Anna brushes her lips across Elsa's skin, over and over until the only sound in the room is of Elsa's labored breathing.

"Please," she whines, clutching at Anna's shoulders, "a little more?"

Warm air puffs over her nipple and Elsa sucks in a breath when lips claim the stiff peak. A gentle suckle is all Anna gives her, but Elsa still cries softly from the feeling of a hot mouth clamped over her flesh. Her thighs quiver against Anna's hips, legs wrapping around her waist to bring her closer. Anna moans around her nipple and Elsa feels a rush of pleasure down her spine.

"Oh, Anna," she cries.

Anna raises a hand to her other, lonesome breast, cupping its weight in a gentle grasp. She thumbs Elsa's peak in steady circles, murmuring and lavishing wet kisses against its twin. It feels like Anna tends to her sensitive flesh for hours, but when she moves to trail kisses down her stomach, Elsa still whimpers at the loss. Hearing the noise, Anna giggles and moves to her other breast, pressing a kiss to its peak.

Elsa murmurs her approval, hands scratching Anna's nape lightly. She croons when Anna wraps her lips around it, ducking her nose into silken, red strands.

"God, I missed touching you," Anna groans around her breast.

Elsa gasps and twitches as lips suck and a hand moves down her front, fingertips leaving trails like fire. She sinks her nails into the princess's shoulders. "A-Anna, please. I can't take it any longer."

Anna whimpers against her skin and the vibration shoots through the Queen's sensitive flesh. She bucks and pleasure jolts up her back as dripping folds slide along Anna's swollen member. Her sister pulls back with a shaky, high-pitched moan.

"Elsa?" Anna slides back up to let their noses brush. "Are you ready?"

Elsa stares into the thin rings of blue-green. Anna gazes at her with hunger swirling in her eyes, but beneath the desire is an underlying note of nervousness. She swallows and presses her thighs to slim hips, squeezing a petite waist. "Yes," Elsa breathes.

Anna's nostrils flare and she licks her lips before nodding. Her eyes dart down and Elsa follows her gaze to watch a hand travel down her stomach. Her thighs twitch when delicate fingers run through fair curls. Elsa's mind spikes in anticipation when Anna slides a trembling finger over her folds. The tip barely brushes her slit, but her toes still curl against the sheets. A droplet slides down her inner thigh.

"Okay," Anna's voice is hoarse, breathless. "O-okay, I—oh."

Elsa frowns. She's about to ask what's wrong when the finger at her sex slides up. A gasp tears itself from her throat when the pad lightly circles the engorged bud hidden beneath her folds. Pleasure shoots straight to the burning ache in her abdomen. Elsa moans when Anna's finger circles her clit again, once, twice. Even that bare touch is enough to send her knees quivering.

Anna fumbles closer to her. Her cheek brushes against Elsa's and warm breath puffs in her ear. "Like that?" she asks. Elsa shudders at the sensation of bruised lips fluttering along her ear.

She grunts and rolls her hips against Anna. The stiff, hot shaft twitches next to her thigh, so close and yet so far.

"I'd like a bit more," she grumbles. Anna giggles. Elsa pouts and nips at her jugular. The reaction is immediate. Anna yelps, hips jerking involuntarily. Elsa moans in relief when the tip of Anna's member brushes the entrance of her core. The spring of arousal in her stomach winds tighter, demanding.

Anna exhales shakily and kisses her neck, hot breath sending shivers throughout Elsa's body.

Elsa arches her spine, gaping softly as Anna leaves a path of wet, open-mouthed kisses down her chest again. "A-Anna."

Anna mumbles something between the valley of her breasts. Her lips flutter along smooth skin, alighting every nerve within Elsa and rocketing pleasure to her lower belly. The burning heat between her thighs pulses incessantly. Elsa hisses, clutching the bedsheets as the tip of a tongue traces circles just above her belly button.

"Anna," Elsa whines, grinding into her sister's pelvis, "what are you doing?"

Anna moans and slides her hands down. Elsa's breath hitches as fingers knead her rear. She glances down to see Anna shift, moving backwards and bending down until she's eye level to Elsa's center. Elsa shivers when warm breath puffs over the swollen folds of her slit. Her eyes widen as realization of Anna's intent dawns on her. Teal eyes flick up to watch her just as a velvety, wet tongue graces her core.

"Ohh," Elsa moans. The warm muscle provides instant, merciful relief to the ache between her legs. She bites her lip and looks away, heart thudding against her rib cage. Anna groans beneath her and Elsa flushes. She gives a tiny thrust forward and the princess licks readily. Elsa's breath hitches and she chances a look down. Anna's nose is buried between her legs and pleasure shudders through her at the sight of flushed cheeks and fluttering eyelashes.

God help me, Elsa thinks. She bites her lip, closes her eyes, and pushes against her sister's tongue, muttering, "Anna, faster. More please."

Anna moans and shoulders her legs further apart. Her tongue slips past slick folds and delves into Elsa's core. A blazing white-hot thrill jolts through Elsa. She cries out and bucks her hips. One hand clasps her waist, keeping her grounded while sparks of delight shoot through her body. The other hand fumbles at first, fingertips brushing through the patch of fair hair.

"Ah—" two fingers pass over her clit, sending a bolt of pleasure from the top of her crown to the bottom of her feet, "—na!"

Elsa squirms and pants, bruising her bottom lip with her teeth as Anna continues thrusting her tongue inside her. Spots start to dance in her vision. The canopy blurs above her, the moonlight and candle glow melding into soft shapes. Sweat rolls down her temple. The ache in her belly flares up.

Anna parts from her momentarily, breathless and moaning, "Elsa, have I told you you're amazing?"

Elsa opens her eyes and glances down at her princess. A reply is halfway to her lips when Anna buries her tongue inside again. The Queen squeals, thrusting into the warm, wet muscle of pleasure. Fingers dance over her clit again, finding a rhythm and making her head swim. The moans spilling from her begin to lose pause. Magic thrums in her palms and she's distantly aware of frost hissing underneath her hands. But Anna's warm hands and even warmer tongue keep her mind afloat with pleasure, draping a blanket of security over her trembling body, and pushing her higher and higher to blissful skies.

Anna sighs and mumbles tender words into her heat. Her tongue darts out and licks over her folds, the tip swiping over Elsa's clit. Elsa gasps and arches her spine.

"Anna, again!"

Anna groans and grasps her hips with both hands this time. She urges Elsa to shift, pulling her lower body up just a bit closer. The Queen's heart skips and the blush on her face spreads down to her sternum. Anna's breath wafts over her slick core. Elsa's thighs tremble.

I'm going to lose my mind.

Fingers dance close to her clit again. The minute two delicate fingertips brush back and forth over the swollen bundle of nerves, Anna's tongue slides into her. Elsa bites back the cry halfway up her throat and rolls her hips. Her sister responds by stroking her clit faster and Elsa nearly sobs in relief. Shivers of delight travel up and down her spine as Anna alights every nerve inside her. Elsa's eyes roll back, fluttering shut as colors dance before her. She hears the tell-tale crackle of ice and feels magic gather under her hands.

But her usual companion—fear—is absent.

Within Anna's bedchambers, lit and watched over by the glow of the candlelight, Elsa feels safe—at peace.

A white light explodes in her mind. Elsa shrieks as a powerful surge wracks her body from head to toe. Hot, wonderful pleasure turns her limbs to jelly. Her thighs jerk and suddenly clamp down around Anna's head, muffling Anna's yelp of surprise. The wet, delightful instrument inside her is entrapped by her inner walls. Elsa pants, trying to catch her breath as a second wave rushes through her. Her vision blurs and with a soft moan, she collapses atop the bed. Small aftershocks run up and down her spine, making her twitch and sigh.

"Wow," Anna's breathless, hoarse voice stirs Elsa from her pleasure-induced haze. "Elsa, Elsa, are you okay?" The bed creaks and Elsa cracks open one eye to see Anna looming over her, a worried pinch to her brow. "You weren't in any pain were you? That wasn't too much?"

Elsa chuckles weakly and reaches up to cup Anna's cheek. "Hardly. Overwhelmed and surprised yes, but in a good way," she rasps. Anna's expression softens and she turns her head to kiss Elsa's palm. Elsa's chest swells with adoration and she asks, "Where did you learn that?"

Anna grins shyly and shrugs. "Nowhere. I just sort of tried what I did last time. And you said you wanted me inside you—" Elsa snorts and rolls her eyes, "—so I just went for it and...phew! I'm relieved to hear it worked out so well."

Elsa's lips curl into a lazy grin. "What even gave you the idea?"

Even in the darkness, she notices Anna's blush. The princess looks this way and that, tapping her knuckles together. She mumbles something under her breath.

Elsa frowns. "What?"

Anna coughs and clears her throat. Her eyes still refuse to meets Elsa's as she mumbles, "I just...wanted to get a better taste."

Heat rushes through her. Elsa's eyes widen a bit at how fast she feels the burn of arousal once more. She just came and already she feels desire warming her skin and swirling in her abdomen.

"Anna?" Elsa croaks.

"Hm?" Anna finally meets her gaze and leans forward a bit. The devotion in her blue-green eyes causes Elsa's heart to skip.

Elsa licks her lips and spies Anna's eyes dart down to watch the motion. Her voice is low and husky when she murmurs, "I still want you inside me."

Anna's pupils dilate. Her breathing grows heavy and her hands clench the bedsheets until her knuckles turn white. Elsa runs her hand down from her sister's cheek, over the swell of a breast, and down the flat plane of her stomach. Elsa's eyes darken as she runs a finger up her sister's shaft. She can feel the beat of Anna's heart along it. Elsa swallows thickly before wrapping her hand around her sister, watching closely for her reaction. Anna's nostrils flare and she shivers.

"Are you sure you don't need a...a break?" Anna rasps. She's soft in Elsa's hand, but the Queen can feel her steadily hardening again.

Elsa shakes her head and rises up to kiss Anna's nose. The princess relaxes and gives her a peck. Elsa hums in contentment as they share a languid kiss. After a few moments, Anna breaks away with a soft, "Okay," and shifts back. Elsa lays back down again, feeling eagerness stir in her veins at the sound of the bed creaking.

Anna sidles between her legs and, in a sudden need for closer contact, Elsa reaches out and grabs one of her hands. Surprise flashes in her sister's eyes for a moment before she gives her a dazzling grin. Anna lifts their hands and presses a tender kiss to Elsa's knuckles. The anxiety twisting in Elsa's chest settles and she tentatively smiles back.

"Just tell me what you want," Anna whispers, eyes half-lidded and storming with devotion and desire.

Elsa shudders and rolls her hips up. "I want you."

Anna's breath hitches. Her fingers shake as they let go of Elsa's hand and she grabs her hips again. Elsa bites her lip, gripping the bedsheets and feeling the sudden twist of nervousness again. A thumb rubs circles into her skin, slow and soothing. She exhales, only to tense again when something hot and stiff presses against her entrance.

"Ah—"

Elsa's cry trails off into a loud groan as Anna slips in, just barely.

Heat.

It's the first thing Elsa feels. An incredible heat, followed by pressure. Anna's swollen head slides in smoothly, igniting sensitive nerves and warming her very core.

Elsa's eyes flutter shut as a white-hot feeling bursts in her abdomen. Her folds stretch around the head of Anna's cock, the slickness of her core and her recent orgasm allowing an ease of access. Anna lets out a shaky moan as she pushes halfway in. Her girth stretches Elsa wonderfully. Elsa gasps and digs her fingers into the sheets. The veins of her sister's shaft slide along her inner walls and Elsa's knees tremble at the slow friction. The dull throb in her belly spikes when she feels Anna's scrotum touch her wet core. The princess's heaving breaths grow louder, higher. Anna's shaft pulses inside and Elsa's head is filled by a fog of pleasure.

"Elsa," her sister cries, "oh god, Elsa. You're so—!"

Tight.

Warm.

Wet.

Elsa moans when their pelvises meet. Buried to the hilt, Anna stops. The slight discomfort throbbing in Elsa's core is nothing compared to the pleasure. Her sister's size seems to fit perfectly. Elsa's walls flex and cling to the swollen shaft inside. Anna is so hot and erect, that each pulse of her member makes Elsa tremble and sigh in delight. She sucks in a breath at the dull discomfort between her legs. But it fades away after a few moments and she's left breathless at how new it all still feels. At how new it still is.

"Anna," Elsa whimpers. Her eyelashes flutter against her cheek. She inhales, exhales, then opens her eyes and looks up. Anna's bottom lip is pulled between her teeth so tightly that the Queen wonders if it hurts. Her eyes are screwed shut, neck muscles tense, and face locked in rapture. Elsa pants and fumbles along the sheets by her hip, for Anna's hand.

Anna's eyes fly open when she intertwines their fingers together. "It doesn't hurt right?" she whispers.

Elsa squeezes her hand and smiles shakily. "No. Now, please. I need you."

Like a lance to the heart, her words snap something inside Anna.

Her sister groans and pulls back. Elsa disengages their hands with a gasp, back arching in pleasure. Anna shifts until just her head rests inside. Elsa sighs at the gentle pace, body thrumming with arousal.

Then Anna surges forward and the sound of skin slapping against skin reverberates through the room.

Elsa cries out as a bolt shoots up from her sex, liquid fire racing through her veins. Her breasts bounce from the impact and she claws at the sheets, scrambling for something to hold as Anna draws back again—faster this time. The princess whines and starts pumping in and out of her. Their combined slickness makes things smooth and easy. Elsa grunts and rolls her hips at every thrust.

"Yes," she pants, gasping when Anna's head strikes a nerve in her sex, "ah, yes Anna, just like that!"

Anna groans above her, pace quickening. Her fingers dig into Elsa's hips, keeping Elsa close to her. The soft smack of skin against skin sounds when their pelvises meet, making Elsa's heart race until she feels it'll burst from her chest. The sound of skin sliding along skin seems so loud as Elsa wraps her legs around Anna's waist.

Spots begin to dance behind her closed eyes. The throbbing need between her legs only intensifies with each jerk of Anna's hips. She whines and grinds herself against Anna's pelvis, legs squeezing her hips.

"Oh, Elsa!" Anna keens and draws back to the tip. Elsa whimpers at the loss of friction. But then Anna slams back inside, the force of her thrust making Elsa shriek and throw her head back. Her eyes take in the canopy above her, the darkness lit only by their dying candle. Stars explode in her vision as Anna strikes the nerve inside her again. Elsa shrieks and claws at a pillow. Her walls contract around the swollen, hot shaft inside her.

Anna cries out in pleasure and quickens her pace. Her thrusts cause Elsa's breasts to bounce with every motion. A nonsensical mantra falls from Anna's lips. Soft pleas, or something else, Elsa isn't sure. She can only pick out her name from Anna's words. The rapture in her voice makes Elsa's heart skip and race. She groans in response and jerks her hips up, inner walls tightening around Anna so hard her sister's cries divulge into nothing but whimpers.

"Anna! Harder, please," Elsa's whines turn hoarse as pleasure ripples through her muscles. Frost hisses under her palms.

Anna quivers and tugs Elsa's pelvis against her. A white-hot bolt shoots up Elsa's spine when the tip of her sister's cock grinds against that high-strung nerve inside her.

"God!" Elsa throws her head to the side against the pillow, clutching tightly at the sheets. She arches her back, hips rising to meet Anna's every thrust, locking her ankles around her waist and pulling her in deeper. "H-harder."

Anna murmurs above her, warm and sweaty fingers grasping at her hips. She draws back slowly and Elsa groans at the hot friction, nerves tingling and buzzing everywhere in her body. Her sister repositions herself, the tip of her cock sliding along Elsa's sex. Elsa's breath hitches and she pushes against her, just a bit. Anna moans and thrusts forward. Her thighs slap against Elsa's groin and the sharp sound echoes throughout the room. Elsa shrieks into her pillow as the entirety of Anna's length is buried swiftly inside her.

"Hnn!"

The scent of freshly cleaned linens invades Elsa's senses. She finds herself with her face pressed right into plush pillows as Anna presses her pelvis close.

"Too hard?" Anna pants, her thrusts slowing as she drapes over Elsa, laying kisses over her neck.

"No. No, not at all," Elsa says. She shivers from the intense heat radiating off Anna's skin. This close, she can feel Anna's heartbeat against breastbone, its rapid beat a testimony to Anna's passion. Elsa trembles, a wave of emotion washing over her, overwhelming her. She wraps her arms around Anna's shoulders and tightens her legs around her waist, locking her in her embrace. Anna chokes and peers into Elsa's eyes, a question in her fervent gaze. Elsa reaches down the sheets, fumbling for Anna's hand.

The moment her fingers brush against Anna's, Anna clasps their hands together desperately. Elsa turns her head as a nose nuzzles the crook of her neck.

"Are you okay?" Anna whispers. Her breath is hot against Elsa's neck and the Queen feels a shiver travel all the way down to her toes.

Elsa squeezes Anna's hand and brushes her lips along the apple of Anna's cheek. "I'm okay," she says.

In fact, she's better than that. Pressed as close as they are, Elsa feels a torrent of emotions warring back and forth inside her, terror and excitement, desire and love. The warmth of her sister's body sinks into her skin. Anna's other hand travels up, leaving goosebumps in its wake as her lips flutter on the column of Elsa's neck and Elsa sighs softly, pushing back against her.

Anna smiles and nuzzles her cheek. "I love you."

Elsa's chest tightens. She turns and murmurs into Anna's ear, "I love you too." She kisses the corner of her sister's mouth and feels Anna shaking atop her. Elsa gently nips at her jaw, breathing going shallow again. "Anna?"

"Hm?" Anna squeezes her waist, eyes closed in rapture.

Elsa shudders and moves their intertwined hands down, just above where they're connected. Anna's breath hitches. "Go," Elsa commands, her voice low and soft.

Anna lets out a small moan and pleasure tingles down Elsa's spine when her sister shifts slightly, knees pushing Elsa's legs apart just a hair's width more. She draws back, movements slow, and Elsa clutches the bedsheets, knuckles white. Her walls constrict against Anna's shaft. Every vein causes pleasure with each subtle movement.

Anna stops when the tip of her cock rests just between Elsa's lips. One of her hands slips down and grips Elsa's waist. Then, Anna slams into her in one quick, rough thrust. Elsa gasps, throwing her head back. A shock jolts down her spine and stars dance in vision.

Elsa buries her face into the pillows, trying to muffle her screams. Anna is breathless above her, her thrusts fast and dizzying. Elsa groans and arches her spine at a particular harsh thrust, biting her lip painfully when she feels Anna's scrotum slap against her sex. She digs her nails into the sheets and frost flickers under her palms. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes in the bedchamber. Each time Anna's thighs meet her pelvis, Elsa's mind whirls with pleasure. The fire in her stomach turns to liquid heat and she can feel it drip down her inner thighs.

She's so close.

"Anna," Elsa gasps. "Anna, I-I'm close—" she squeals when the head of Anna's shaft strikes that spot inside her. "God!" Elsa thrusts back against Anna's hips, a hot ball of pleasure tightening in her stomach.

Anna whines above her. "Elsa, I—oh, god! You feel so good, so good."

Elsa glances up. Anna's mouth hangs open, her cheeks dark red and sweat rolling down her forehead. Red locks, strawberry-blonde in the day, cling to her face. Her chest heaves with exertion. Elsa watches every breath, blue eyes tracing over the dim, orange glow that splays across Anna's skin. In the final embers of candlelight, her sister's beauty takes her breath away.

"Anna," Elsa pleads, "Anna, slow down."

Anna stops, buried deep inside her. "W-what?"

Elsa groans and fumbles for her hand. Immediately, Anna locks their fingers together. "Hold me, please?" Elsa whispers.

A whimper escapes Anna's lips. She ducks down until Elsa feels her small breasts against her chest. "Oh, Elsa." Anna nuzzles her neck, breath hot. "What do you need me to do?"

Elsa's heart skips at Anna's words. She takes their joined hands and reaches down to where they're connected. Anna's cock throbs inside her and she groans, toes curling against the sheet. She's so close to the peak, every nerve in her body taut and ready to burst.

"Here."

She presses Anna's fingertips to her clit. Her body jerks, the bundle of nerves straining for contact.

"Oh, wow," Anna breathes. She shifts, the head of her shaft brushing Elsa's upper walls.

Elsa whines and bucks back against her sister. "Anna, please, hurry!"

Her cry snaps something in Anna. The princess moans and starts to rub circles around Elsa's engorged clit. Moans spill from Elsa's lips, each pass of Anna's fingertips causing pleasure to race up and down her spine like a lightning bolt. Her legs tremble around the princess's waist. Her muscles burn and something tightens in her stomach. Spots begin to dance in her vision and her heart thunders in her ears. Elsa lays her back against the pillows, the soft, cool material a grounder against the heat overwhelming her. She's dimly aware that Anna has started thrusting into her again, strokes shallow and harried. Elsa whimpers, clenching her inner walls tightly around Anna's cock. Every movement, every pistoning, deep thrust, sends lightning up her spine.

"Anna," Elsa pants, bucking back into her sister's thrusts, "Anna, Anna, Anna, I'm so—"

Anna's thumb presses down directly on her clit.

Elsa screams, magic soaring in her veins. A white light burst in her vision and pleasure shoots up her spine so fast she's certain her nerves are exploding. The muscles in her stomach contract and her walls spasm around Anna's cock. The full weight of being so filled hits her and she prays for this moment to never end—her body suspended among silken sheets, plush pillows, and euphoria.

"God!" Anna sobs into her ear, burying her face in her neck. Her fingers work furiously against Elsa's clit, pushing the Queen higher into the clouds. "Elsa! Oh, Elsa."

Anna gives a final, shallow thrust and Elsa collapses. The high of her climax simmers down to a low, aching and sore burn. Pleasure renders her muscles useless and every inch of her body tingles. Her inner thighs are wet, a stickiness that feels cool along the heat of her sex. Sensitive, she twitches when Anna shifts above her, unable to refrain from whining.

Anna is still hard and pulsing inside her.

Elsa's chest heaves as she tries to speak. "You didn't?"

"Nearly," Anna croaks. Need drips from her voice. She shifts, meaning to pull out, when Elsa's ankles dig into her backside. Anna stiffens, eyes widening in confusion. "Elsa, what—?"

Elsa angles her head and nuzzles Anna's cheek. "I have an idea," she whispers. Anna trembles from head to toe.

"Okay," the princess pants. "What is it?"

Elsa inhales shakily. She slides her hands down Anna's back, passing tender flesh, and cups the princess's posterior. With a gentle push, she rolls Anna's hips against her own. A squeak sounds in her ear. The slow, hot friction makes her sensitive walls twitch. A selfish, needy part of her doesn't ever want to let Anna go. Connected as they are, she feels safe and secure.

"Just," Elsa starts, voice husky and hoarse, "go for a little bit more and pull out. Like we said. A-And then, I'll help."

Anna moans and follows her lead. Pleasure tingles faintly at the end of Elsa's frayed nerves. She pushes down harder on Anna's backside to deepen her thrusts. Anna whimpers and gasps, quivering and burning inside her. Elsa's breath hitches and she concentrates on her sister's every movement. Every twitch and shudder. Anna's eyelashes flutter against her cheeks and a drop of sweat slips down her cheek. Elsa's chest twists at the bliss on Anna's face. She squeezes her thighs tightly around her princess.

"I can't," Anna breathes, back arching.

Elsa shudders and touches their forehead together. Her breath puffs off in wisps of white. "Pull out," she whispers.

Anna groans and moves back. Elsa's legs loosen a little to let her cock slip from her entrance. The loss of being filled is something she immediately notices. But the way Anna's lips part and her neck muscles tense draws her attention.

"If you're too tired," Anna stammers, flushed pink and trembling, "I can handle it myself."

"Nonsense," Elsa says, brow furrowing. She slides one hand between them, stopping at Anna's belly. "I want to make you feel as wonderful as I did," Elsa whispers. The Queen presses a tender kiss to a freckled shoulder, smiling when her princess shivers. Anna shifts and their eyes lock.

"Are you sure?" Anna asks. Her pupils are dilated and Elsa can barely see the thin ring of teal around them now. But the devotion underneath is clearer than starlight.

Elsa's smile widens. "I would love nothing more."

Anna gasps and surges forward. A moan escapes Elsa from the ferocity of her kiss. A tongue brushes her lips and she obliges by parting them, welcoming the warm, wet muscle with her own. Her toes curl as they press close, breasts sliding against each other. A lethargy like no other consumes Elsa as their kiss deepens.

Gently, she slides her hand further down. Anna jumps as her fingers wrap around her shaft. A moan passes between them as Elsa squeezes her. As if treading water, she presses the flank of Anna's cock to her sex. Elsa trembles and grinds slowly against the swollen shaft. Anna breaks contact with a gasp, eyes flying open.

"Is that your plan?" she whimpers.

Elsa smiles shyly and nuzzles her nose against Anna's. "I thought it would feel nice enough because it's—" a blush invades her cheeks and her voice cracks, "—wet."

Anna's breath hitches. For a moment, she remains still. Elsa frowns and she's about to take back her comment when Anna shifts.

A small tilt of her hips. A gentle thrust that slides her head along Elsa's folds.

"Oh."

Elsa's uncertain if it's her or Anna that utters the sound, but she can't bring herself to truly care. Her heart hammers as Anna's eyes flutter shut. A sweet buzz fills her as Anna rocks her hips back and forth. The first thing Elsa notices as Anna begins to quicken her pace is how wet and warm her sister is. The engorged shaft is soaked with her own fluids. A post-orgasm shock runs through Elsa and, reflexively, she squeezes her legs around her sister's waist.

Anna inhales sharply and bucks. The low pleasure that burns in Elsa's abdomen is nothing compared to the way her sister twists and squirms.

"Elsa!" Anna whines. She jerks her hips in a vain attempt to increase the friction between them. Elsa whimpers at how slick their parts are. She rolls her hips and feels a delicious tremor run through her when Anna grinds into her.

"I'm so close," Anna murmurs.

Elsa's eyes soften and she kisses Anna's nose. "Shh Anna," she croons.

Her eyes dart down. Anna's cock slides along the apex of her thighs and Elsa stares in rapt fascination when a bead of liquid drips from the swollen head. A hum of pleasure stirs in her veins every time Anna rocks her hips. Elsa bites her lip and slips one hand from her sister's rear to dance her fingers along Anna's head. Her blood races at how hot Anna is.

"Yes," Anna whimpers, burying her face in the crook of Elsa's neck. She arches into her hand, thrusts beginning to lose precision. "Yes, Elsa, please," she begs.

Elsa shudders and kisses her cheek. Her fingers swirl over the slit along Anna's head. The slickness there aids her in stroking faster and faster. Elsa's heart thunders against her rib cage at the sound of her palm brushing along her sister's shaft and Anna's hips rolling along her core.

Anna moans and begins to tremble. "Oh, Elsa. It's so, so good, I—ngh!"

A bittersweet ache wraps around Elsa's heart. "I've got you," she gasps. Her other hand flies up to cup the back of Anna's neck. "I've got you Anna!"

Warm breath ghosts over Elsa's ear and she shivers. Elsa digs her heels into her sister's back, urging her to continue. Her lips flutter over Anna's neck. "Is this fine?"

Anna bucks. Her breaths come out shallow and quick. "This is f-fine," she chokes.

Elsa smiles slightly and closes her eyes. The pants brushing her ear come higher and shorter. She runs her fingers over the tip of Anna's cock again and again when it comes closer, head brushing along her curls every now and then. Anna whines and rides each wave of euphoria with desperation.

"Elsa."

The breathy whisper makes Elsa's heart swell with so much emotion, she swears a small flame has been lit inside her shriveled heart. It's new and strange, but warm and soothing. She peppers Anna's neck and shoulder with kisses as she moves her hand up to swirl her thumb over Anna's slit. Anna lets out a sharp cry, thrusting into her palm as much as their position allows.

"Oh," Anna moans and her hands scramble to find purchase along Elsa's shoulders, "Elsa, Elsa. I'm so—"

Elsa sinks her teeth into a freckled shoulder.

"—close!" Anna throws her head back. Her spine goes as taut as a bow's string. Elsa's pupils dilate. Every muscle locked in her embrace stiffens.

Then, Anna trembles. A shudder starts from the crown of her head and travels down her spine. Elsa pulls back, cheeks flushed, to watch her sister's face locked in ecstasy. Anna's eyes dance beneath closed lids and her mouth opens in a silent scream as her hips jerk against Elsa's core. Sweat trickles down the side of her face and a flame flickers in Elsa's belly when Anna breathlessly mouths her name like a mantra.

She leans up and kisses Anna's cheek. Sweet-nothings fall from her lips as she guides Anna through her climax. The body above her writhes and she can feel Anna's length pulse in rapid succession. The miniscule vibrations coax a soft sigh from Elsa's lips. The princess spasms and finally lets out a strangled moan. Something hot and wet splashes onto her lower belly. Anna slumps in her arms, gasping for breath.

Elsa brushes a damp lock of hair to the side and smiles slightly. "Are you okay?"

Anna mutters an indiscernible response. Pride flutters in Elsa's chest at the hoarseness in her sister's voice. Anna shivers in the aftermath of her orgasm, then rasps, "That was...amazing..."

Elsa giggles and pecks Anna's cheek. "After waiting so long, it must have been relieving."

"You have no idea," Anna groans. She shifts and tries to lift herself. Her elbows shake and she only manages half a push. Elsa barely stops a snort from leaving her throat. Anna blinks and smiles sheepishly, eyes shining with exhaustion. "You know, you really do have magic hands."

Elsa lets out a strangled noise and a scarlet blush overtakes her face while Anna bursts into giggles. She frowns and retaliates by pinching Anna's rear and the princess's laughs are cut off by a squeak.

"Cheater!" Anna whines.

Elsa chuckles and presses a kiss on Anna's forehead. Her sister sighs and soft, swollen lips brush the Queen's jawline. She angles her head to capture Anna's mouth. Anna moans and Elsa smiles into the kiss, a tremor of affection turning things tender and sweet.

Anna breaks away with a smile, eyelashes fluttering like a butterfly's wings. The look of adoration in her eyes makes Elsa melt.

Then Anna glances down and her cheeks darken. "I made a mess on you again..."

Elsa blinks and follows her gaze. "Hardly," she says. She scoops up a pale droplet and tentatively licks her finger. The slightly salty flavor tingles her tastebuds.

"Huh—Elsa?!"

Elsa blushes from the stare Anna gives her. She shrugs and mumbles, "I thought it was only fair I had a taste too."

Anna's eyes widen. Elsa watches with a mix of amusement and embarrassment as her sister's mouth flaps like a fish. She bites her lip to keep from giggling as Anna's already flushed cheeks turn crimson. Blue-green flicks back and forth, then up and down before meeting her gaze again. A small giggle escapes Elsa's lips. Anna snaps out of her daze and smiles shyly.

"I missed that."

The Queen blinks. "Missed what?"

Anna's thumb brushes the apple of her cheek, tracing the light dusting of freckles on her face. "Your laugh. It still feels like ages."

Elsa's bottom lip quivers. She laughs, again, hoarse and strangled. It echoes in her ears and Anna frowns, worry glimmering in her precious blue eyes.

"Elsa? Are you—"

Elsa reaches up and draws Anna into a kiss.

The princess stiffens at first, caught by surprise. Then her hand rises to cup one of Elsa's cheeks and a shiver passes between them. Elsa's lips move over swollen flesh, catching the end of Anna's words and coaxing one last moan. The whispery breath wraps Elsa's tired body and holds her gently.

They part soon, but their faces remain close. Elsa sighs and threads her fingers through copper strands.

"I missed yours too," she murmurs.

Anna smiles and the bright grin shines in her misty eyes. They shift until they're lying side by side, cheeks pressed into the pillows and gazes locked on each other. Anna snuggles deeper into the embrace and Elsa gingerly slides her arms around Anna's waist. Anna's fingers stroke up and down her spine. Their legs intertwine and tangle as close as can be. A bone-deep exhaustion seeps into Elsa's limbs and her eyelids droop, a weight like lead falling over her. She sighs and presses her forehead against Anna's, the post-coitus glow coupled with dim candlelight luring her to sleep.

"Goodnight," Anna whispers, lips so close they ghost over Elsa's.

Elsa sighs and pecks the button nose before her. "Sweet dreams, my love."

"Just imagine," Anna mumbles, voice already beginning to trail off to slumberland, "tomorrow will be our first morning together."

Elsa smiles even as her lips quiver against Anna's. "The first of many," she whispers.

The candlelight flickers and fades.

It's not the incessant rapping of knuckles on wood that wake her. Or even the perky, excited voice outside her door that does the trick. It's the taste of something cold and soft on her lips that rouses her from slumber.

Anna's eyes flutter open and the morning dawn shines over the slope of a pale shoulder. White-gold strands tickle her nose and rosy lips breathe softly so close to her own.

Her heart leaps into her throat. In a rush of emotion, Anna realizes that no storm stands between them now. The day outside is filled with birdsong and the scent of summer slips in from the cracks of the castle. The window pane remains unshaken. Hail is absent in the heat of the season, no longer beating at her glass and roaring outside. The silence is tranquil. A gloom no longer haunts every bone in her body and the ghost—the person—before her is real.

Anna feels the sting of tears as she takes in the vision that is Elsa. Anna's lips quiver as she reaches up and strokes the apple of Elsa's cheek with just the tip of her index finger. Elsa sighs in her sleep, but the edge of her lips twitch into the faintest and smallest of smiles. And it's not the first time that she wonders, when she came down from the North Mountain and stepped through a storm of ice and snow—

How did this happen?

Anna can only guess it was hope.

F I N

A/N: And thus, this is the end.

We want to give a warm, gracious thank you to the support we've gotten for this story. It's far more than we anticipated when we posted the first chapter and we're very humbled for it. The patience our readers have shown us is something we're also grateful for. It's not rare in any fandom for readers to beg writers for updates, but we've received little harassment despite our lengthy delays between updates. Thank you for your graciousness, enthusiasm, and encouragement. Due to several circumstances behind the scenes (that we won't mention), this story was difficult for us to pull off, for many reasons. But the support we received was invaluable and helped us shoulder on. Many thanks to all of you.

We mentioned in the previous chapter that we were considering doing an end note if anyone had lingering questions, but since it seems not many did, we'll give a brief rundown on where we're going to go from here. First things first, we've mentioned this before but Storm will be getting a sequel. We're not sure when we're going to be able to post the first chapter, but we'd like to let you all know that while we'll be rounding out the outline for the sequel, we'll also be posting unaffiliated one-shots for your consumption. As for the sequel, the chapters will be generally shorter than any of Storm's chapters, our plan being to keep to a consistent word count. We can't really give anything away since we're still outlining the chapters, but we can say for certain that Hans will not be coming back, as someone in the reviews asked. Beyond some references to the Southern Isles and the royal family, Hans will not be making a reappearance. Elvis has left the building on that front. As for Elsa being pregnant? TBA. Just don't form any theories because they will likely be proven wrong. We won't say anything more about the sequel, other than that there will be some explicitly darker material we'll be exploring (of which we will do our best to tag for), but there will also be happier times to (hopefully) balance out the somberness. So a fair warning to all of you.

A final thank you to all of you, for your patience and support.