Disclaimer: I do not own Frozen, the characters, the plot, or any other thing associated with said work that may or may not be owned by an individual. Disney owns it. The End. This is an Elsanna story. Do with that information what you will, but no one is forcing you to read this.

Anna pushed food around with her fork, lutefisk leaving a frown of sauce on the face of her plate. She exhaled heavily, and couldn't even find amusement in Olaf's ice-cube juggling. Even though it was amusing; he was juggling with his mouth by projectile spitting the frozen dots into the air at strategic intervals. Sven and her best friend Kristoff had declined the dinner invitation, and Elsa…

It was no matter. Olaf was company, but Anna had hoped, after their adventure, their discovery, their acknowledgement, that she and Elsa might reclaim all that they had lost in their childhood. It had been mere days since their return from the North mountain, but she had forgotten the most important part; the catalyst that started the whole thing.

The ball.

The coronation.

The Queen.

Elsa was now Queen of Arrendale, and could no longer be counted upon for such trifles as entertaining her sister. Not that she entertained her during their youth, what with the imposed separation. But still, it didn't help with the… what was it? Disappointment? Unhappiness? Absolute longing she had to be with her sister? It was almost unnatural, how her bones ground in their sockets, how her organs just seemed to stall, all for wont of Elsa's company. Anna cherished their meals so, even when it was lutefisk, which is why tonight's lonely dinner struck her particularly hard.

"What's wrong?" Olaf asked.

"Nothing, Olaf. I wish I could juggle like you," she said.

"I couldn't do it without— Elsa!"

Anna looked up toward the end of the room, the Queen entering demurely with her dark cloak, tight hair bun, and face of placid features.

"Thank goodness you're here!" Olaf waddled over to his creator like a penguin on grass. "Anna's been a real stick in the mud all through dinner."

"Really?" Elsa asked, sedate. "That does not seem like our Anna at all."

"I know! It's like she's sad."

Anna noted her sister's concerned expression; the slight shift at the corner of her mouth. Anna had cataloged every movement at the corner of Elsa's mouth, more than she would like to admit, but tonight's was the same expression the young woman had worn throughout the day: a mix of exhaustion and discontent.

Elsa, losing her composure momentarily, slumped into the seat at the head of the long table.

"Ugh, lutefisk again?"

"You're the queen, you can change the menu," Anna answered. "Not that you would. Or you'd have to. Just when you say 'ugh', it makes it seem as though you're not partial to lutefisk, which would mean you'd not fancy it, so you should have something else if you don't want it. Not that I don't want it, if you do, but you don't, because I… well, of course I don't want it, I would much rather have—"

"There's no way you're having chocolate for dinner," Elsa said, raising a hand to her forehead.

Anna could feel the tension in her sister's body. It radiated from her person to the table, an oblivious Olaf shooting icicles onto the surface like crossbow arrows.

"Olaf," Anna said.

The dimwitted snowman stared back at her, face blank as the white of his body.

"The queen— Elsa is very tired. I think we're going to cut dinner short tonight."

"Fine by me," Olaf said, resuming his spitting.

"Olaf."

"Yes?"

"That means you might want to go," Anna said.

"Okay."

"As in, now."

"What?"

"Olaf," Anna looked from her sister to the snowman. "We're going to bed. We will see you tomorrow. Please leave the castle now."

"Ohhhhh!" Olaf said, sloshing his soggy lower half from the chair at the formal dining table. "Why didn't you just say so?" He made his way over to the window and turned back toward Anna and Elsa with a salute of his stick arm. "Night ladies… Look out below!" He jumped unceremoniously from the second story window.

Anna giggled into her hand as she approached the window to close it.

"Hey there, fellows, anybody wanna help me grab my butt?" she heard Olaf say.

Anna shut the window and turned back to the table, lit by candles and a fireplace on the occupied end. Elsa looked stately, rigid, composed, ever the regal queen. She also, Anna noted with amusement, looked asleep. Which she was.

Anna took the opportunity to lean closely to her sister. She sniffed. Ummm… Vanilla and fatigue. If one could smell tiredness.

"Elsa…" Anna tried, stooping over the sleeping monarch.

She decided to chance it. Anna placed an open palm on her sister's cheek, gently rubbed the soft marble and whispered the Queen's name until she woke. She wouldn't have traded her sister's smile for all the reindeer herds in the North.

"C'mon, you," Anna said. "You need to get to bed."

"No, I can't. If this makes any sense at all, I'm much to tired to sleep."

"So what were you doing just now?" Anna teased. "And honestly, that makes no sense at all. And I should know. I'm the Queen of not making sense."

"Want to trade titles?"

"Elsa?"

"It's nothing Anna, I just… never mind."

Elsa stood, cast a dark look at her untouched plate, and moved toward the door.

"Wait!" Anna said, a slice of desperation in her voice. "I… I've missed you."

Elsa stopped, her chin resting on her own shoulder as she turned back to Anna. "I have missed you more than you can fathom, Anna. But for now, I need to clear my head."

"Perhaps I can help?" Anna said, stumbling after her sister. "I've not seen you in days Elsa. Is it really so bad?"

"Much worse."

"Elsa—"

"I'm going to bathe."

"I'll come with you."

Elsa stopped her with a look. It was like Marshmallow had taken over Elsa's expression, his strength and aggression manifest in nothing but blue iris and arched brow.

"No, I meant… that is… like, when we were little," Anna rambled. "In that big tub, with all the bubbles, and we would play with the miniature ships, and then you always got the ducky, even though I begged you to let me be the ducky, and all I had was the stupid battle ship—"

"I recall you taking possession of the canons," Elsa said with a slight smile.

"Canons? Boo. You had a flying animal."

"Who could do little more than quack at ships. Who won the battle every time?"

"I did. But that doesn't mean— oh." Anna looked at the floor. "You let me win?"

"Never," Elsa said, a hand over her heart and eyes dramatically wide. "Let those toy canons incapacitate my all-powerful waterfowl? How could I?"

Anna laughed, unable to know how her sister could calm her whenever she was the one that needed the calming.

"Remember how mom would brush out our hair?" she asked.

"I remember you would never sit still," Elsa answered. "Bath time lasted ages with you in there."

"I could do it for you." Anna said.

Elsa surveyed her sister, the scrutinizing eyes of a diplomat, as if she were a trade agreement, or the hand of a prince from a neighboring country, an import or an export inventory, the final bill for the castle's daily functions.

"Elsa," Anna said. "It's just me. All I'm going to do is brush your hair, not ask you for an extension on a royalty fee."

Elsa put a hand to her head, and the Queen's mask shattered. Nothing was left but Elsa, and it bolstered and broke Anna's heart. She looked so sad.

"I would like that, Anna."

"Then let's go," Anna said. "I'm sure I can find something to ramble on about to preoccupy your mind from the woes of the kingdom."

Anna caught it, though her sister tried to hide it. The beginnings of a smile, creeping over Elsa's mouth like frost on a windowpane.

"So, what'll it be?" Anna said. The water was steaming up from the massive clawfoot tub like drafts from a geyser. The women's eyes were half-covered by their own tired lids, and the fragrances of exotic soaps and oils only made the bath more inviting. They could very well sink into the tub and never come out again.

"Uhm, cardamine seed and Roman chamomile," Elsa answered, sprinkling some concentrated perfume on the liquid surface. The oils pooled on the top of the water in fluorescent blues and purples, swirling like the snows of Elsa's powers.

"Beautiful…"

"What?" Elsa asked.

"The colors," Anna pointed. "They look like you… your snow!"

Elsa grinned at the colors and shucked her robe. And Anna couldn't help but stare.

"What?" the Queen asked.

"Elsa?!"

"What?" she repeated, hands gripping the lip of the tub, back curving like a snow leopard's, leg lifting over the edge like a hiker's, breasts, swinging…

Elsa knelt in the tub with a wide expression, confused, bubbles drifting up to her navel.

Anna pointedly took notice of the carved crown molding on the ceiling of the bathroom.

"Anna?"

"Are you underwater yet?!"

"What? I'm in the… oh, am I making you uncomfortable?" Elsa asked, splashing in the water like a kingfisher.

Yes, extremely. Then again…

Anna gulped. "Well, yeah…"

"I'm sorry. I didn't realize—that is, I never really… I'm in the tub now, Anna."

Anna turned around to see pale shoulders and an enticing clavicle.

Enticing? What the—

"I never really covered up when I was younger," Elsa said. "I mean, there was never anyone to cover up for, so my modesty just sort of—" the Queen whooshed a hand and a biting breeze hit Anna's face. The ruddy-haired girl was thankful for the cool air.

"Isolation is freeing in that regard. When I'm in private, I forget myself," the Queen explained.

"What do you call me? You're not in private now."

"I might as well be. With you I… it's just… you're—"

"We're sisters," Anna offered, perching herself on the tub's end. She fingered the loosed strands of her sister's platinum hair, lumpy braid spilling over the side and onto the younger girl's lap. Flashes of what that hair would look like, feel like, against her own skin, against her chest—

"Anna?"

"Hmm?"

"Could you use the round brush? It doesn't tug so."

"Of course."

Anna unlooped the tie from her sister's hair, and began to brush, waves of ivory and snowflakes spilling over Anna's robe-covered thighs.

"I take it the economic advisory board is unhappy with your request," Anna mumbled, trying not to disrupt her sister's quiet moment.

"Yes…" Elsa drawled. "They think cutting taxes undermines the entire system."

"But they listened to your counter offer?"

"They don't know if the profit margin will match previous grosses from a full tax year."

"The numbers don't add up?" Anna asked.

"God, don't ask me. I'm so tired of numbers," Elsa said, placing her hands on her eyes and submerging herself.

Anna tugged her hair playfully until she resurfaced. "I don't think it's unreasonable to alleviate some of the tax…"

"Anna—"

"But no taxes at all? I know you feel guilty Elsa, but—"

"Anna, enough. I've decided."

"You've not decided. You were pressured."

"By whom?"

"Yourself. Your guilt."

"Anna, no. It's not—"

"Yes it is," Anna insisted. "You've already said so, on numerous occasions. The freeze you caused stalled so many industries: agriculture, forestry, fishing, construction—"

"You should be an inspirational speaker, you're doing wonders for my self-esteem," Elsa said, hard.

"But they cannot blame you. You didn't know what you were doing."

"Anna, of course they blame me. They blame the cause. I'm the cause. I just so happen to also be the Queen. The least I can do is make amends."

"By selling yourself?"

Elsa tilted her head back, water and bubbles bobbing lower, lower, cleavage exposed, oily film clinging to her skin.

"You know what I mean," Anna squeaked. "No matter how many ice shipments you make intact to the lower continent, it won't remedy public opinion. People will still remember it."

"But maybe more money in their pockets will aid in the forgetting."

"How could anyone forget you?" Anna asked, and placed a soft kiss to the melding of Elsa's forehead and scalp.

"I know you meant that as a compliment, but I wish this whole thing would just blow over."

"Pun intended?" Anna smirked.

"What? I wish this whole thing would just blow— oh. Got it." Elsa smiled up at her sister, then sat up in the tub, swooshing her long swath of hair into the bubbly water below. It held the most unearthly, iridescent shimmer Anna had ever seen, plunging like a waterfall from the crown of her sister's head and fanning out in the water like playing cards at a table.

"When did you get so smart, little sister?" Elsa asked quietly, sudsy knees tucked up to her chin.

Anna couldn't have stopped herself if she had wanted to. She began humming softly, and crept down from the lip of the tub, ankles resting on patterned tile and facing her sister's weary profile. Her fingers followed the curtain of platinum, never pausing in their trace. Anna brushed neck and shoulder and temple and arm, all covered by the heavy, saturated hair. Elsa stared straight ahead, the tendon in her jaw tightening with every stroke from the younger girl. Tinkles of water fell from Anna's fingers, slight sloshing waves accompanying her melody in the echoing wash room.

Anna finally noticed her sister, miniscule shakes and a tear at her eye.

"Elsa? Are you cold?" she asked, dipping a finger into the water. Not scalding, but certainly more than warm.

"No."

"You're shaking, or shivering, or quaking. Whatever you wish to call it."

"Don't stop, Anna."

"Alright." Anna continued her trace and her song, but was halted when her hand dipped under the water.

Elsa had taken her hand and curled their fingers together, rolling the pad of her thumb over Anna's knuckle.

Anna studied their hands, water droplets racing the length of her forearm and disappearing under the loose silk sleeve at her elbow. Elsa turned, and cradled the younger woman's forearm between her hands, turning it, stroking it, grasping Anna's slight wrist in the webbing between her pointer finger and thumb.

"Elsa—"

"I haven't touched skin in over a decade, Anna. Please."

There was no hesitancy on her part. She pulled her sleeves up, and thrust her other arm over the lip of the tub.

"Double the fun," Anna joked.

"You were always too accommodating," Elsa said, running her hands up her sister's arms.

"Only for you. I was always, will always be… only for you."

"Anna, you shouldn't say such things."

"What things? What did I say?"

"Your words— maybe it wasn't just them. But, but the way you look at me, Anna, when you say these things. It is…"

"What?"

Elsa faced her sister, curled up demurely in the clawfoot tub. But Anna, emboldened, shifted all of her weight to her knees, folded her arms on the lip of the bath, and invaded the sanctity of Elsa's personal bubble. Anna felt warm, wet air cling to her exposed skin, the V of her robe slick and widening with every movement. Some animal tore at her gut when she noticed Elsa follow the trail of perspiration that began at the hollow of her own throat and ended somewhere in the depths of the egg-shell silk covering she wore.

"What is it Elsa?" Anna continued, taking her sister's wet hand and placing it on her own face. She hummed into her touch, and drug the hand down so that the Queen's slim fingers were hurdling over her collarbone, lingering near her throat, rising and falling like the water in the tub.

Anna looked up to her sister, who was breathing staccato, her eyes tightly shut and her head down. It was odd, the one with the power completely powerless, being baited, almost wounded into submission. Anna couldn't reconcile her own actions; it seemed unorthodox, but she knew with a certainty that she had to feel Elsa. That Elsa must feel her in return. Anna removed Elsa's hand from her neckline and brought each individual finger to her lips.

"When I look at you, Elsa, and say these things… you think it's—"

A kiss on her sister's pinky.

"Unbecoming?"

A touch of lips to the Queen's ring finger.

"Improper?"

She grazed her sister's middle finger with her teeth.

"Unnatural?"

Her lips met the index finger, and when the digit hit the corner of her mouth, ice frosted her dimple.

"Wrong, in some way?"

Anna brought her sister's thumb to her lips, guiding it, encouraging it, to trace the outline of the fleshy pinkness. When Anna dropped her own hand, Elsa's thumb remained.

"None of those," Elsa whispered.

"Then what?" Anna asked, leaning forward.

"When you look at me, the way you do, and say things like that, it's…"

"It's…"

"Tempting," Elsa said, and closed the distance between the two.

The animal in Anna's gut morphed into some combusting chemical, her stomach dropping like she was falling, tumbling over the edge of a cliff. It was more intoxicating than the champagne she had sampled at Elsa's return.

Anna was kissing her sister as she had never kissed anyone.

For she knew, now, as her sister cradled her head, ran smooth, deft fingers over the lining of her robe, that she could never love anyone the way she loved Elsa. Their relationship was a volatile equation: take two sisters, add nearly fifteen years separation, divide by misunderstanding, isolation, fear, multiply by x, where x equals hurt and unfairness, and then reconcile with the addition of communication, sympathy, and uninhibited love, and you get… whatever this is. Inelegant, unbalanced, unstable. But it was not their doing.

They were both victims of circumstance, so Anna blamed circumstance for her need to slice the seam of her sister's lips with her tongue, to nudge Elsa's nose upward so she could stroke and nip and suck her gloriously cool bottom lip. Circumstance was the reason she had her hands on the Queen's naked shoulder blades, why she pressed ever closer, Elsa's spine warping like a pulled bow frame, leaning, leaning…

Until the notoriously clumsy younger fell straight into the bath with the older.

The water wasn't cool, but it was certainly the slap in the face she needed.

Anna came up, sputtering and snorting at one end, Elsa wide-eyed and smirking at the other.

"You fell," she insisted.

"You pulled me," Anna splashed at her, and Elsa laughed.

"You were the one who kept leaning on top of me," Elsa said.

"If you had a little more upper body strength, we wouldn't have this problem."

"We can't all possess those lean, nimble biceps you cultivate with your tree climbing."

Anna snorted again and looked at her arms. "Yeah righ—oh," Anna stared at herself. The silk robe had been white to begin with, but now, soaking, it left little to the imagination. She crossed her arms inexpertly over her chest.

"Oooooh is right," Elsa said, a lustful, sassy tone rolling off her tongue like a downhill snowball.

Something was gaining momentum, picking up, and couldn't be stopped. Anna knew she had started it, but had no idea where it would lead. Endgame was never her specialty. She often acted without thinking, which is what led Elsa to come behind her and clean up her mess. Maybe her sister would be able to do the same now.

"Elsa?"

"Hmmm?" the elder asked, tracing the surface of the water with a perfectly clipped nail.

"What, uhm, what do we do now?"

"You interrupted my bath, so I need to finish."

"Oh," Anna said, bewildered. "Oh right, well I'll just let you get to it, then."

"Anna."

Anna watched as Elsa rose from the water, compact and lean and poised beyond belief. She extended a hand, and Anna missed on the first try, because she had never seen so much of her sister's body before, and it was just right there, and she didn't understand why that beast was telling her to devour—

"C'mon," Elsa instructed, pulling her sister up by the hand. Sheets of water fell from the younger into the bath.

Anna whimpered as Elsa undid the tie to her robe, the elder looking up through uncertain lashes as she caught Anna's eye.

"Do you… do you love me?" Elsa asked.

"More than you could ever know," Anna said.

Elsa pushed the robe open, and it fell in the water with a plop. The Queen's hands were on her abdomen, tugging her closer, becoming more familiar with the flesh on her sister's body.

"That wasn't a fluke, was it?" she asked, hands still preoccupied with Anna's skin.

The younger could barely speak.

"Nngh… no, Elsa, wow, no, I've wanted that— you— I've missed… whahhhh."

"Anna, you're going to have to learn to finish your sentences."

"Hmmm…" Anna gulped as Elsa brought a towel to her body, slowly wiping water from her arms, shoulders, neck, breasts—

"Elsa!"

"Almost, now add a verb."

The Queen wrapped the towel behind Anna and pulled her so that their bodies were millimeters apart.

Anna tried to tamp down the overwhelming excitement. It was not like her to be speechless.

"Everything's changed right?" she asked.

Elsa nodded.

"But for the better, yes? I mean, this is better, for me, and you seem, well, perfect. But I didn't know where this was going. You know me, I tend to barrel in head first without really thinking—"

"Or fingertip first," Elsa wriggled her digits against Anna's rib cage.

"Hmmmm, yeeees," Anna said. "But, like I was… oh Elsa… trying to say is, I'm not… quite… sure where to go from here. That is, are you? Do you know what, well, there's this feeling, like an animal in my stomach, and I don't know what it's doing, Elsa, and I feel like I'm going to burst if I don't—"

Elsa silenced her sister with her own lips, grinning into the younger girl's mouth. The sweet sound of puckering flesh brought Anna back to the reality of the bathroom when Elsa broke away.

"I can show you, Anna, if you wish."

"Show me what?"

"Not here. The servants will be in to clean shortly."

"Where are we going?"

"First, my chambers."

"First? There's a second?"

"It's a surprise," Elsa said mischievously.

"I loooove surprises."

"I know."

"But," Anna hesitated. "What if—"

"Anna, if you ever feel uncomfortable, you need only tell me. I think it best we take this..." Anna shrunk under the scrutiny of Elsa's eyes. That is, until the Queen lifted her chin with a perfect finger. "We'll take this slowly."

"What are we going to be doing, exactly?"

"I can't very well tell you that, silly," Elsa said, stepping over the tub and tying the towel at the crevice of her chest. "But for starters," Elsa whipped back toward her sister and nuzzled the curve of her neck, and blew cold, sibilant air into her ear. "Now that I know you're… well," Elsa ran a fingertip up her side and Anna gravitated toward the touch like metal to a magnet. "I'm going to touch your entire body until I can't forget the feel of your skin in my palms, or how your lips taste. I want to know if you're still ticklish behind your knee."

Anna coughed, face red as a tomato.

"And after that, the real surprise."

Elsa walked close to her mirror and pulled her wet hair back, humming the same tune Anna had started as she draped her hair over her shoulder.

"Are you coming Anna?" Elsa teased. "You look a little… chilled."

It was all Anna could do to remain upright as she yanked another dry robe from the peg and darted after her sister.

I've never written anything like this before. But... how could they not, you know? It was like, a recipe for eternal dependence with those two. Another chapter or two in the works, a little more one-shotty in structure. Would love a review if you cared to provide feedback.