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Secret Santa for r9kspacealien

Merry Christmas and happy holidays!! Sometimes an open ended prompt is a good excuse to write a fun, silly, heartwarming scene and I hope this story is either a nice reprieve from festivities or a lovely addition to them <3

Thank you also to the mods for setting up the gift exchange every year, you’re all the best!

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Glittering snow blankets the cobbles of Arendelle. Night has returned everyone to their homes, their bellies full from the warm and generous feast provided by the castle, post bell ringing and Flemmingrad soup supping and the newer tradition of expressing gratitude under the twinkling deep blue ice trees of Elsa’s make in the courtyard. This last tradition had ingrained itself quite deeply despite its recent creation, a lingering result of the town’s evacuation and near destruction during the time of the Spirits’ Awakening. Given what could have been lost, there was much to be thankful for indeed.

Many also appreciated being home by their hearths and sitting in comfortable, drowsy-inducing chairs as many had joined the queens on their trek north for the Winter Solstice celebration with the Northuldra. Since discovering their heritage, Anna and Elsa had made great efforts to learn their ways of life and celebrate alongside their own traditions. A few Arendelle citizens had joined them as well, discovering their own forgotten or discarded heritage or looking to share with their neighbors.

But now the hour is late and people yearn for rest, especially the hosts and servants who wish each other farewell and go their separate ways. Elsa hides a yawn behind her hand, a candle lighting her way down one of the castle’s many long hallways. She could make her way blind she knew, but the warmth of the candle was a comforting glow that, once in bed and extinguished, would lead to a deep and peaceful slumber.

A light under a door catches her attention. A fire would be going in the room to keep it warm, but this seemed to be too much light for that. Perhaps Anna was still awake in the study, finishing off some royal paperwork late into the night as Elsa had once done herself. Elsa smiles to herself, changing her course. Anna had always interrupted her when Elsa worked too hard, now it was time to return the favor.

“Anna,” Elsa calls, placing a hand on the door and pushing, “it’s time to go to b–.”

The room is a catastrophe. There are the expected papers, sure, but they aren’t official documentation but lists and scripts and drawings of all sorts. There are inkwells everywhere, paint pots and water bowls, gardening dirt and half empty grids of flowers trailing a mess around the desks and sofa, a partially built wooden boat of fine design but middling construction, and was, in short, an artistic stye instead of the typically well mannered study. Dozens of other projects covered the room’s flat surfaces, ranging from embroidery to scientific diagrams and all manner of books, tools, and implements that seemed to belong to multiple endeavors at once.

“I’ll be in bed soon, Elsa,” Anna replies from somewhere in the room. “Just finishing up.”

Elsa tentatively balances her candle on a stack of books, no other appropriate surface coming to light, and looks around for her sister. The voice had come from the back right corner, behind the fireplace. “What are you working on?” Elsa asks, trying to make heads or tails of the mess.

“This!” Anna shouts, bounding into view with a dramatic flourish to something behind her. She is covered in paint streaks and flecks - over her freckles, in her hair, and spotting most of the skin of her hands. There are dirt streaks on her clothes and Elsa thinks she spies some glue sticking her fabric together in odd lines, but her gaze jumps quickly to the fresh painting on an easel nearby.

“I started it just after the party,” Anna explains at a brisk pace, “though I did the sketch a few days ago. I just got so busy with all the planning and traveling and hosting that I only got back to it now. What do you think? Still needs work and I want to tweak the waves a bit before they dry, and I know it won’t be as good as the original, but I think it’s a pretty good start! Much better than the model ship or the plants or the fishing studies, those have all been disasters, but this one seems really promising!”

“I… I think it’s wonderful Anna.” And it is wonderful, even if the depiction of a fishing boat cresting whitecaps against a sunrise is a bit amateur in comparison to the commissioned professional painting Anna is copying, but that hardly matters when Anna was so excited by it. Truthfully, Elsa found herself trying to absorb everything Anna had said. “What is all this though? What are all of these things?” She gestures generally to the room as a whole.

“They’re my New Year’s resolutions!” Anna talks as she finds a rag, equally paint stained, to wash her hands with. “There are so many things I’d like to get better at next year that I just couldn’t wait. Being queen has shown me what I’m good at, but also what I’d like to achieve. Like better fishing and sailing policies - so I’m studying the anatomy of our most common exports and trying my hand at a model ship recommended to me by one of our best sailors. Or harvests for our native flowers - some are quite delicate but very popular among neighboring countries, so I thought growing a few myself would help me understand the farmers’ suggestions on rotations and soil composition. Cartographers have also been asking to chart the Enchanted Forest territory and see what else there is to discover, but the Dark Sea is as dangerous as ever and I’ve wanted to keep the Northuldra looped in and understand their position – well you know, you’ve been helping me with that – but in the meantime I’ve tried to find all the old maps previous cartographers made before our grandfather’s reign. The painting is just for me though, in my spare time.” Anna finally pauses, a sheepish grin on her face, “Well, what little I have anyway.”

“Agreed…” Elsa takes a few more moments to take everything in, and eventually a laugh breaks through. “Anna, you never cease to amaze me. But, don’t you think this is a bit much?”

“Am I cheating by starting early?”

“Well, no, I just meant it’s a lot.”

Anna scrubs at her hands once more before discarding the rag. There’s still some paint under her nails and between her fingers, but they’re much cleaner than before. “Maybe. But I can’t help it, I’m ambitious.” Her eyes light up again, “Like look, look, over here!”

She dashes to another corner of the room. Elsa follows to an out of place piece of furniture, Anna’s vanity, and stares befuddled at the myriad of bottles, ointments, and creams. She must have had it dragged into the study at some point, which explained why she had been using Elsa’s lately. Most of the bottles appeared unused and unopened, but not all. “Oaken really has everything,” Anna explains to Elsa’s bemused expression.

“And what are these?” Elsa plucks a small vial that fits into the palm of her hand. There’s a smiling masculine jaw covered in puffy mutton chops on the label.

“They’re supposed to help you grow facial hair.”

“Come again.”

Anna’s expression is exuberant. “Sometimes men seem so proper and compelling with their beards and mustaches and all. I want to know what it would be like to have one! So I made it a resolution to find out.”

Elsa frowns, humor tugging at her lips as she imagines the results. “I don’t think that’s a typical resolution, Anna. Those usually have an, ah, attainable goal, something that completes itself. Do you even think you can grow a beard?”

“With these, anything is possible,” Anna crows, gazing proudly upon her hoard.

Elsa approaches Anna again, carefully taking her chin and studying her sister’s face. “Hmmm,” she hums, eyes alighting with mischief, “I could see it. Red-orange stubble and midday shadow. Be careful though, father and grandfather only ever had those thin mustaches.” Elsa taps the spot between Anna’s nose and upper lip, “You may not be able to grow more than that. Even our Northuldran family is not that hairy.”

“But I’d look so handsome!”

“You would,” Elsa says kindly, before leaning in and kissing Anna. “And your mustache would tickle anytime I kissed you.”

“Would you like that?” Anna asks in a low voice, arms draping around Elsa’s shoulders.

“If it was you and it made you happy, I’d love it. But,” Elsa holds Anna’s face in her hands, lightly scratching the edge of her jaw and cheeks. “Then you’d have to deal with the itching.”

Anna’s expression drops. “No.”

“And the shaving,” Elsa continues. “And the acne and the uneven growth and the –”.

“Okay!” Anna puts a hand over her sister’s mouth, but Elsa’s eyes are mirthful as ever. “How do you know so much?”

Elsa mumbles something behind Anna’s hand before Anna removes it and she speaks clearly. “It’s everything Kristoff hates about his own facial hair.”

“No wonder he’s always clean shaven, it sounds like such a pain.” Regardless, Anna still runs her fingers along imaginary hair lines and shapes. “I’ll… put it on the back burner for now.”

“Well that’s one out of one hundred.” Elsa looks around the room, laden with projects. “Only ninety-nine more to go.”

“Ninety-five,” Anna objects, declarative with an upright pointer finger. “I still want to keep a few!”

Elsa tidies up the area without putting anything fully away, potting a few paintbrushes and picking diagrams up off the floor. “I’d never talk you out of all your desires, Anna. But trying to do everything all at once isn’t always the best option.” She thinks for a moment. “What about Mid Year’s resolutions? Or Quarter Year? Check in with your goals and see which you’d like to continue with and which you’ve satisfied and are ready to swap for something new?”

Anna mulls over the suggestion. “It sounds positively straightforward.” She sighs, “Which probably means it’s the right answer.”

Elsa takes Anna’s hands, still a little damp from the rag, flecked with paint, and smelling faintly of fresh soil. “You don’t have to decide right away - it’s not even New Year’s yet. Sleep on it. You’re so good at doing what’s best for others,” she raises Anna’s hands and kisses her knuckles. “I want to make sure you’re doing what’s best for you, too.”

Anna makes a low sound in her throat, appreciation and resignation in one. “What about you?” She offers her elbow to Elsa who takes it as they extinguish the candles in the room and head to bed. “What are your New Year’s resolutions?”

“One holiday at a time, Anna,” Elsa replies before considering the question. “Perhaps to get better at the Northuldran language. It’s different from ours, in ways I didn’t expect. Maybe we can practice together. If you can make room in your list.”

“It’s already on there, number twenty-four. But I’ll move it up, just this once.”

“How considerate,” Elsa fights back a returning yawn, glad her sister is settling for the night and eager for rest. “What is it replacing?”

“Tenth century Gregorian chants.”

Elsa couldn’t tell if Anna was joking or not.

“…Save it for the summer check-in,” she says eventually. “You can practice outside.”

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The Coronation

For Basil

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Anna knocked on the door. ‘Elsa? You awake?’

A groan emanated through the heavy, wooden door. ‘Go away!’

Anna tried the doorknob. It was locked, which wasn’t too much of a surprise at this point. Anna stood in the plush, rich corridor outside Elsa’s room for a moment, looking around.

She sighed and fished in her apron for a flat piece of steel she’d made herself in the smith a very long time ago. Anna knocked on the door. ‘Elsa? You going to let me in today?’

Another groan. ‘Go away, Anna. I don’t wanna.’

Anna puffed, looked up and down the hall to confirm she was alone, and shrugged. She pushed her little tool into the gap between the big doors and with barely a rattle or a scrape, pushed open the lock.

She let herself into the frigid, bright blue room. It was dim, curtains drawn across the huge window and fire burned out.

Elsa was in bed, under a pile of blankets. ‘Nooooooo,’ she moaned, as Anna let herself in.

Anna closed the door behind her and put her little prybar back into her apron. ‘Princess Elsa, you need to wake up,’ she said, folding her hands behind her back.

‘I should have you executed or something,’ Elsa whined, pulling the covers over her head. ‘A lowly servant broke into my room, no doubt intent on assassinating me to stop my coronation to forfeit my kingdom to…’

‘Who would your kingdom be forfeit to, highness?’ Anna asked, rocking back and forth a little by the door.

Elsa swung off the covers in a big wave, sitting up out of bed. ‘I don’t know,’ she whined. ‘Someone evil, I’m sure.’

Anna took a step toward the bed. ‘Perhaps I’m an agent of chaos?’ she suggested. ‘Intent on starting a civil war among your lords?’

Elsa pointed. ‘Exactly, an agent of some far-off kingdom, sowing discord and strife. Very execution-worthy.’

Anna took another step toward the bed. ‘Oh, but which kingdom am I an agent for, highness?’

Elsa rolled her head back, staring at the bright blue hangings atop her four-poster bed. She groaned. ‘Probably the one to the east, that’s nearby?’

Anna took another step closer to the bed, nearly at its edge by now. ‘Am I perhaps an agent of your geography teacher, highness? Here to test you?’

Elsa spluttered into a laugh.

Anna jumped onto the bed and wrapped her arms around the naked and chilled princess. Anna showered her face and neck with little kisses.

‘Oh no,’ cried Elsa. ‘The assassin has gotten me. Soon I will be head.’

Elsa let Anna push her down into the soft mattress and shower her with kisses and wandering hands. She smiled and sighed and, soon enough, reciprocated the kisses and wandering hands, frustrated by Anna’s layers of dress and apron.

‘Why are you wearing so many clothes?’ Elsa whined, making no effort to remove any.

Anna kissed her on the nose. ‘Because it’s always freezing in here and embracing you in the morning is like embracing a snowman who has frozen solid overnight.’

‘Snowman?’

‘Snowwoman, then,’ Anna smiled, kissing Elsa’s chilly nose again. ‘You need to get dressed.’

***

Anna had been six years old to Elsa’s seven when she was first given the role of maid to the princess of Arendelle. Anna had been born in the castle, the child of a cleaning maid. She had been helping her mother to clean for about a year before receiving her new assignment.

She had thought it a coincidence that her mother had departed the castle not long after her move to Elsa’s room. At the time, Elsa’s room had been painted and papered in greens, and decorated with family portraits and wall-hangings embroidered with scenes from Arendelle’s history.

Anna had lived in Elsa’s room for some three years, having a wonderful time.

She waited on the princess, of course. She helped to groom her and dress her and accompanied her everywhere. She was little Elsa’s littler shadow. She ran messages and errands, she fetched meals and snacks.

Anna didn’t mind the work, of course. She was a born servant, or born a servant as the case may be. And this job came with far more bonuses than being a cleaning maid ever had.

She got to stay in a big, cosy room with a girl pretty much her age. She got to eat much nicer food, given to her by Elsa. She got to meander around the castle doing nothing a lot of the time.

And, most important, she got to play with Elsa’s magic.

Since Anna was nine and Elsa was ten, there had been a question pressing vaguely at the back of her mind. Perhaps it had stopped pressing a few years ago, but perhaps not.

How much did anyone care about her?

Elsa got a free pass on this question, of course. It wasn’t like Anna had never accidentally hurt the little princess while they were playing. But it would also be fair to say that Anna got hurt far more often.

It was all accidents, of course, and nothing particularly serious. The worst that ever came out of it was that once Anna couldn’t walk for a few days. Elsa had stayed in her room and pretended to be sick until Anna recovered.

But then, when Elsa was ten years old, they had been out playing in the main dining hall, which had been cleared in preparation for some event or another. It had been late, and clearly they had been making too much noise.

Elsa’s mother, a tall and lovely woman who ignored Anna almost entirely, had wandered into the dining room. ‘What’s that racket?’ she had wondered.

Elsa had turned and, quite by accident of course, struck her mother in the left shoulder with a swish of icy power. Queen Iduna had shrieked and fallen to the floor.

Anna and Elsa had rushed over to see what the damage might be. Iduna was clutching her arm to herself and moaning. Anna had recognised the bright, icy stain on the woman’s dress from so many of her own clothes.

She hadn’t dared touch the queen, of course, so she’d leaned over to Elsa a muttered. ‘Remember how to do it?’

Elsa had nodded and stepped around to her mother’s side, kneeling to apply her cold little hands to the injury. She could have quite easily fixed the situation, something she’d quite gotten the hang of after years of accidentally freezing parts of Anna’s body.

But Iduna had shrieked again and pushed her own daughter away.

Elsa had tumbled to the ground and Anna had rushed to comfort her. Elsa had started crying.

Finally, King Agnarr had arrived with the guards, demanding to know what had happened. Iduna had explained, and Anna hadn’t been able to say anything in Elsa’s defence, of course. Elsa had been too busy crying to explain.

It had been so deadeningly late that Anna was nearly asleep when the King crouched before her. ‘I’m sorry, Anna,’ he had murmured. ‘You’re not going to be able to stay with princess Elsa any longer.’

Anna had started crying.

Agnarr had put a hand on her shoulder. ‘Peace, peace,’ he had murmured. ‘You will still be her maid. But I’m afraid it may be too dangerous to put her in a room with another person.’

Anna had shaken her head, but she was too tired and stressed and shocked to say much of anything.

***

Anna pulled Elsa out of bed. Elsa was, not surprising Anna, naked and freezing. She was glorious, pale and lovely and perfect as always. Anna gave her a few more kisses around the neck and shoulders for good measure.

‘I don’t need to get out of bed, Anna,’ Elsa whined, entwining Anna in her cold arms and not really trying to drag them back to the bed.

Anna kissed her on the nose again, which required her to go up on her toes now that they were both standing. ‘You do need to get out of bed, highness,’ Anna informed her. ‘You need to eat and be seen and go to your dress fitting.’

Elsa went ‘urg’ and deflated. ‘Why can’t you just make my dress? I don’t need some pompous crone poking me with needles.’

Anna started waddling them toward the wardrobe. ‘Because it’s for a very special occasion, highness,’ she said. ‘And that pompous crone has very impressive credentials.’

Elsa went ‘urg’ again, and flopped around as Anna tried to dress her. This was certainly not the first time Elsa had done this. Anna had her dressed quickly enough, sprinkling in some more kisses on the way to help the process along.

‘Now it’s time for breakfast, highness,’ Anna announced, grinning.

‘Noooo.’ Elsa deflated again, whining and reaching out toward Anna.

Anna let herself be pulled close, and was not surprised when Elsa dipped her to plant a much more lingering and severe kiss on her.

‘Alright, fine,’ Elsa sighed, standing up and straightening her bodice slightly. ‘I hope you know the world is hell for me.’

Anna nodded along. ‘And for me, highness.’

Elsa blew a raspberry at her, leaned down to give her another solid kiss on the mouth, and strode to the door. But then she stopped, hand reached out to the doorknob and about to emerge into the world.

‘Do you think it would be funny if I announced I was going to marry you at my coronation?’

‘Perhaps you are the agent of chaos.’ Anna grinned. As unrealistic as it was, she did like it when Elsa said things like that.

***

Anna had hated her new room, of course. She was in a little room by herself, not so far from Elsa’s new, bigger, sturdier room. She missed the luxury only a little, but most of all Anna missed the company.

She’d gone from the servants’ quarters near the kitchen, where most of the servants slept, to Elsa’s room. She’d had company all her life, and now she was put in a little box by herself, just so she was near Elsa’s room.

Anna was surprised by the décor of Elsa’s new room. It was a stark difference, of course, going from the greens to the light blues. But more than that, if felt much emptier. The room was bigger, but there was less in it. The paintings and hangings were gone.

What was far more of a shock was when Anna snuck out of her little box on the first night, to let herself into Elsa’s new room. She was already furiously lonely. Elsa had just spent all day in her room, being sad.

The door had been locked.

Anna had been quiet as she could manage. She had whispered into the keyhole. ‘Elsa?’

There had come a rustling and sniffling from the other side of the door. The faint sound of bare feet on carpet.

‘Anna, is that you?’ Elsa had whispered back through the keyhole.

‘It’s me,’ Anna had said. ‘Can you let me in? I’m lonely.’

The door had rattled gently. ‘I can’t, it’s locked.’

Anna had been furious. She had hissed through the door. ‘Well, I’m going to unlock it then.’ And she had stormed off.

She hadn’t woken anyone, stomping down to the side door of the castle, because she wasn’t near where anyone slept. Her and Elsa’s new rooms were aside from everyone else.

Anna had gently let herself out and into the smithy where the farrier made shoes. She found herself a thin piece of steel and she’d stormed all the way back up to Elsa’s room.

‘Elsa?’ she’d whispered.

She hadn’t heard anything back, but that wasn’t enough to stop her. She pushed her new tool into the gap in the door and felt around for the latch, which had to be internal. Some fiddling around and a faint grunt later, and Anna had the door open.

Things were different, of course. That was inevitable. But Anna still shared a room with Elsa. They still played, sometimes, but Elsa was much more sedate. At her father’s instruction, Elsa started wearing gloves about, to control her magic.

Queen Iduna seemed less in evidence than she had been before all this.

Anna decided to bear a grudge. But very little was changed, except for a little more sneaking, and more running errands.

Elsa started leaving her room much less often. Anna would be sent hurrying for food, rather than Elsa eating in the dining room. There was more running around and fetching things and people in general.

***

The pompous crone in question couldn’t have been more than thirty-five years old. She was a master seamstress, which Anna thought was a bit impressive. Her outfit was perfect, in a dull sort of way. Muted green, perfectly fitted to her skinny figure.

She had earned her epithet by not being flowery and nice to Elsa all the time, which Elsa was used to. She went ‘hmm’ and held her chin in two fingers. She gave commands and stood perfectly still until they were followed.

The dress on her tailor’s doll was enough to convince Anna, at least, that the ordeal would probably be worth it. Anna, of course, was not the one standing on the little stool, rotating and posing as instructed, and occasionally being poked with pins because she couldn’t stand still.

‘Oh, you are going to look stunning, highness,’ the seamstress said. ‘You can get down now.’

As the two of them left the seamstress’s room, Anna glanced around to check that they were alone. When it turned out that they were, she took Elsa’s hand and stepped up to give her a kiss on the cheek.

‘You were very good in there, highness,’ she smiled.

Elsa gave her hand a squeeze. ‘I look forward to never dealing with a seamstress again.’

‘How do you feel about florists?’ Anna asked, dragging Elsa along.

‘Oh? How am I supposed to feel about florists?’ Elsa kissed Anna on the top of the head and let go of her hand. ‘When I have such a pretty one staying in my castle.’

‘I think you should feel mostly neutral about florists,’ Anna said. ‘About this one? Well, she is very pretty.’

‘And she’s good at her job, Anna. Don’t be so crass.’ Elsa chuckled. ‘And she has yet to stab me even a single time.’

‘A definite improvement.’

Anna shepherded Elsa down the stairs, though where the main hall was being decorated, and into the side room that the florist had commandeered. The room was normally empty, so the absolute mass of flowers and plants really improved the space.

The florist herself was a plump young woman with black hair and tan skin. She and some of her fellows came down from the forest and the ice to the north from time to time to sell herbal remedies and strange plants in town.

Anna had been impressed with herself when she’d convinced the woman to be the florist for the coronation ceremony.

‘My darling, Honey,’ was how Elsa opened the conversation. ‘What amazing flowers have you found for us this week?’

Honey, as the florist was known, popped up from somewhere among the plants, beaming. ‘Your highness, nice to see you again,’ she smiled. ‘I’ve got some more fun flowers up from near the Black Sea.’

‘Ooh, that sounds interesting indeed.’

Honey walked them through more of the flowers she’d found around the forests and the northern coast.

‘I feel like, unless you change your mind of course, we’re basically done,’ Honey said, pressing her hands together and grinning. ‘Your highness.’

There were too many people out in the hall for Anna to take Elsa’s hand again or give her any more kisses, which was really a shame. Anna could hold off, for now, though.

‘Alright, taskmaster, what’s next?’ Elsa asked.

‘Food,’ Anna said.

‘Gerda can handle that, no problem,’ Elsa said, firmly. ‘Which makes it time to go back to my room, I think. Perhaps I shall bathe.’

Anna snorted, and blushed.

***

Anna was eighteen, Elsa was nineteen. It was late in the day and Anna was sitting at Elsa’s giant window, mending a dress. Elsa was sitting at her vanity, reading some book one of her tutors had told her to read.

There had come a knock at the bedroom door, and Elsa had perked up. ‘Enter,’ she had called.

Kai had opened the door, looking sombre and carrying a letter. He had not entered the room. ‘Princess Elsa,’ he had said. ‘I am very sorry to relay this news to you, but your parents have died at sea.’

‘Oh,’ Elsa had said, sitting back at the vanity.

Anna had immediately hopped up and hurried across the room. She’d taken the letter from Kai and gently closed the door in his face. Then she’d hurried back across the room and wrapped Elsa in a hug.

Elsa had leaned into her and sighed. ‘What am I supposed to do now?’

‘What do you want to do now?’

Elsa took the letter and leaned away. ‘Could you close the curtains for me, Anna?’

Anna did, closing the heavy, blue curtains against the glorious sunset over the waterfall. Elsa broke the plain, wax seal on the letter and started reading it to herself. Anna hovered.

‘Hmm, they’re boat was lost in the black sea, apparently.’

Anna frowned. ‘Weren’t they supposed to be further west?’

Elsa nodded and put down the paper. She stood and swished across the room to where Anna was stood. She opened her arms and pulled Anna into another hug. Anna held Elsa tight, rubbing lightly at her back. But that wasn’t quite what Elsa was thinking, evidently.

Elsa pulled away, just a little, and leaned down and pressed her cool, soft lips to Anna’s.

Anna was surprised, and she wasn’t surprised. Her heart thundered in her chest. She was comfortable. When Elsa pulled away, Anna made a sound like: ‘oh?’

‘You asked me what I wanted to do,’ Elsa said. ‘And I wanted to do that.’

‘Oh,’ Anna said again.

‘Can I do it again?’ Elsa asked.

Anna smiled and nodded. Elsa leaned down and kissed her again, this time just a little firmer, for just a little longer. When Elsa pulled away, Anna went up on her toes and pulled her down again.

***

Gently, Anna pulled Elsa back out of the clothes she’d dressed her in only a couple of hours ago. The big brass tub in the middle of the room was filled with steaming water. The other servants had left. The curtains were drawn.

Only a little less gently, Elsa pulled Anna out of her layers of clothes. She pressed kisses to her face and neck and shoulders, gradually making her way down Anna’s body as she removed more and more clothes.

Anna shivered against the omnipresent cold in the bedroom, shivered against Elsa’s cool lips, and shivered against the excitement building in her own body. Her smile was serene, though she didn’t know that she was smiling.

When Anna, too, was naked, Elsa straightened and took her face to lay a firm and lengthy kiss on her mouth. Their lips and tongues worked against each other with long familiarity. They smiled and panted and touched each other.

Elsa drew Anna to the bathtub and took her hand to help her into the steaming water. Anna sank gratefully into the water, pulling Elsa in after her. Elsa sank into the water atop her, smiling and kissing and sighing happily.

‘I know that I joke,’ Elsa said. ‘But oh how I wish I could marry you.’ She pressed kisses to Anna’s face and neck and shoulders.

‘Alas,’ sighed Anna. ‘You are doomed to be alone forever, I think.’

Elsa smiled. ‘As are you. What a tragedy it is.’

Anna pulled Elsa up and kissed her. ‘Such a tragedy.’

Their hands and mouths wandered and they made little noises for each other, noises of pleasure and happiness. They smiled and kissed and touched and shared a few words from time to time.

***

The dress was lovely, or at least Elsa looked lovely in it. An aqua bodice and skirt with gold and silver embroidery, black sleeves and something of a mauve cloak. She had her hair up in a complicated, braided bun that Anna had done that morning.

Anna, for her part, looked more presentable than usual. She had made herself a solid aqua dress, more muted than Elsa’s. It was absent much embroidery unless you looked quite close, where Anna had stitched little patterns in the same colour of thread.

Unlike the other servants at the event, Anna was not serving food or drinks. She wasn’t playing music or keeping a general eye on things. She was standing off to the side, watching Elsa, waiting for the ceremony to start.

When Elsa was handed the orb and sceptre, Anna imagined that she was the only person who noticed the way the metal crinkled and lightened with Elsa’s nervous cold.

At the reception, Anna stood at the bottom of the stairs, watching Elsa take deep breaths before plastering a smile onto her face as Kai heralded her: ‘Queen Elsa, of Arendelle.’

‘Thank you all for coming,’ Elsa called out to the crowd, voice barely shaky at all. ‘It has been a long and saddening time, since my parents died. And I have valued all of your counsels and presence greatly. Now that I am ruler of Arendelle, I will work with you all to ensure a strong future for my kingdom.’

There was some polite applause and Elsa descended the stairs from the raised platform. She waved Anna over and Anna hurried to her side. At the intersection of the stairs and the wall, Elsa leaned down and, hidden by Anna’s head, planted a short series of kisses on her cheek and ear.

‘Thank you for helping with all this, my love,’ Elsa whispered. ‘Best pretend I just sent you on an errand or something.’

Anna nodded seriously, straight-faced, and hurried away.

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The Princess and the Knight

For @adoraslastbraincell. I hope you're having a wonderful Christmas filled with peace, love and lots of goats. This little story might not be the pinnacle of romance...yet. It's only the first chapter :)

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The Princess and the Knight - part one

Elsa watched Anna roll up a ball of snow, kicking it as she walked along the road. They’ve been going on like this for a good few minutes now, neither of them talking, Anna a few feet in front of Elsa at a steady pace. They didn’t have any particular place they had to go to, or any reason to be out in the snow, but Anna had practically begged her to get out of the house for at least a walk.

Finally, Elsa couldn’t stand just following her. “What are you gonna do with that?”

“I don’t know.” Anna stopped, shrugging, almost making Elsa walk into her. “Build a snowman?”

“On the road?”

Anna turned around to look at her and huffed. “Please. It’s not like there’s any cars coming.” She waved in the direction they came from, then to where they were going. True, ever since they left the house, Elsa hasn’t seen a single soul, motorized or otherwise. It almost felt like it was only her and Anna in the world. “But I meant on the side of the road. Duh.”

Without waiting for any words of approval, Anna bent down to pick up her ball and moved it just a bit to the right, where a thicker layer of snow marked a thin stripe of land between the road and a treacherous ditch. Elsa watched her carefully as Anna quickly gathered another pile and tried rounding it out to a somewhat smooth sphere. Her brows were furrowed in what looked to be irritation more than concentration, and she groaned loudly when the smaller ball rolled off the base.

“Are you alright?” Elsa asked quietly, stepping closer to place a hand on Anna’s back. Something was odd with her today, and Elsa was beginning to get worried.

“I am,” she sighed, clearly not okay, before turning to face Elsa again. “It’s just… it’s so boring.”

Their hometown wasn’t big. In fact, it was one of the smallest towns in a fifty mile radius, and the bigger towns surrounding it weren’t exactly metropolises either. A single asphalt road through the woods leading to a town square, where another road crossed it going along the river. One bridge. One factory. A few family houses where people they no longer knew still lived just like years ago. Three stores. One pub that all the adults used to go to, though Elsa couldn’t be sure if it was still in business.

“How the hell did we survive living here?”

“We were kids,” Elsa said softly, scratching her back through the thick parka Anna wore. “We just found things to do.”

They’d moved out after the accident. With both their parents gone, they couldn’t really stay in the house on their own, and their grandparents hadn’t been keen on moving to Arendelle. A blessing, really, now that Elsa thought about it. Moving out to a big city gave them both the opportunity to pursue what they wanted to do in life, but there was always a part of her that really wanted to come back. For an hour, maybe a day or two. Just to try to find that something she’d been missing.

So when Anna came back home from college and said it’s probably time they visited their old home, Elsa agreed in a heartbeat.

“Wish we could find them now.”

But it was… bland. The house looked different, with various distant relatives using it as a midway stop for the past ten years. It was clean and well-kept, and just… not that house anymore. The memories were there, but she couldn’t feel the connection she’d been hoping for. They sat there in the strange living room for an hour, just staring at the wall, before Anna said she couldn’t stand it any longer.

And now, here they were. At the side of one of the only two asphalt roads, in the middle of the woods, hunched over a sad excuse for a snowman.

Suddenly, Anna straightened with an enlightened expression.

“What?” Elsa asked, not really sure if she wanted the answer.

“We can find them now.”

“What?”

Anna kicked the unfinished snowman down and grabbed Elsa’s hand, pulling her along to whatever place she suddenly had to go to. “We can find something to do,” she said excitedly, breath puffing out in a thick mist around her face as she mercilessly dragged Elsa through the snow. “I remembered something.”

“What did you–”

“Just– just bear with me for a second, okay? You’ll see.”

Suppressing the screams of protest, Elsa tried to keep up with Anna’s wild dash through the heaps of white, already feeling some dampness seep through her knee-high winter boots. Or maybe it was just the snow getting in over the rim of her boots, as Anna continued off the road and through the trees, where the snow cover reached way over their ankles, and Anna’s chaotic strides were kicking up the damned snow right at Elsa.

“Anna, can we–”

“Shh.”

Elsa rolled her eyes, but she conceded. It’s not like she had anything better to do, anyway. Might as well get lost in the forest with her sister.

That throwaway thought was slowly and dangerously beginning to look like reality as Anna kept pulling her along, both of them tripping every now and then on the uneven, unseen ground beneath their feet. Any time Elsa tried to say something, though, Anna just shushed her again; the braved on ahead with the conviction of a particularly stubborn mule and a steel grip on Elsa’s hand.

Which is why Elsa almost ran into her when, god knows how long after the start of their journey, Anna suddenly stopped.

“See?” she said excitedly, letting go of Elsa and pointing ahead. “I can’t believe I actually found the way here.”

Ignoring the implication of that statement, Elsa looked to where Anna was pointing; up ahead a few paces from them, there was a large boulder–not that odd of a sight around these parts–and a cluster of smaller fir trees, but they were in a forest and trees were literally everywhere. She furrowed her brows, trying to make out what the hell Anna was pointing at, but however hard she tried she just couldn’t make any sense of it.

“See what?” she finally decided to ask, now a little pissed off that she’d seemingly been dragged out into the woods to marvel at trees.

They could have done it from the road.

Anna turned back around to look at her again, and for a split second Elsa saw an actual hurt expression on her face before it got replaced by soft annoyance. “Of course you don’t remember,” she murmured, walking back to where Elsa stood until their shoulders touched. She pointed again. “These two bent trees over there, see them?” She turned to make sure Elsa was following where she was pointing before continuing, “that was the gate. And this guy–” Her hand moved to point at the boulder. “–was the troll guardian. That spot next to him used to be the stable, but I guess the fallen tree where the horses were tied up rotted down and some firs grew over it. The shrubs beyond next to the bent tree were the wall, and then just outside there was the road that led to the thoroughfare–you taught me that word and I couldn’t pronounce it properly for like a year–between the castle and the town with the military camp over by the stream…”

As her hand moved around from spot to spot, images started slowly appearing in Elsa’s head–extremely murky and distorted at first, like an old movie with missing frames, but as Anna provided more details, so did Elsa’s memory. Countless hours of fighting goblins waiting to assault innocent travelers on the trade route, rigorous training in the military camp, learning to control her magic to make sure she did not go down the same road as the wizard villain of the month–

“Oh my god,” she whispered, walking over to the boulder, where despite the snow and dead moss cover she could still make out a few faint spots of once bright pink spray paint they used to give the troll a face. “This was– how the hell did you even remember all that?”

Anna let out a snicker. “It was pretty much the only thing on my mind when I was, like, five. I’d often come here even when you were at school.” She walked over to Elsa again and shoved some snow off the top of the boulder troll’s head. “If it wasn’t literally etched into my brain forever I’d probably have gotten lost on the way.”

“That’s extremely unsafe,” Elsa started, absent-mindedly, as she turned her attention to the bent trees that, at a certain angle, really resembled a gate to an uncanny degree. “I’m surprised our parents even let you out for that long alone.”

“Psh, they were just happy to have me out of their hair for a few hours.”

Elsa trudged over to the right side of the ‘gate’ and looked ahead. Her memory served her just about right; it did look like a straight path, a narrow clearing leading through the otherwise dense woods for no particular reason. Even the snow cover seemed to be thinner there–probably blown off by the wind, though if they were about twenty years younger she’d definitely write it up to ‘magic’. She fought to get through the snow bank that the wind formed at the gate and placed her hand on the bent tree for support, the cold bark stinging her fingers as she took a step forward–

“Wait!”

She jumped up and turned around, almost losing her footing in the snow. “Wha–”

“You can’t go there.” Anna’s expression turned gravely serious. “It’s dangerous.”

Elsa felt a shiver run down her spine, and she wasn’t sure if it was just from the cold air. “Why?”

Anna, in all her seriousness, got over to her side, looking straight ahead. “The scouts have reported spotting packs of goblins just on the other bank of the river. We’ve sent out troops to hunt them down, but some of them might have breached the waters…”

“Oh my god, Anna!” It took Elsa a moment to process what the hell she was talking about, but when she finally did, the chill of fear she’d felt just a moment ago gave way to frustration (and just a bit of relief that she wasn’t in actual danger). She let it out by gently shoving her sister’s shoulder. “I thought you were being serious.”

Anna’s expression did not change, still staring straight ahead. “I am,” she continued in the same husked voice as before. “Goblins are no laughing matter.”

“Stop it.”

“I cannot let you travel alone, Princess.”

“Stop it, Anna.”

She finally turned to look back at her. “I would prefer if you didn’t address me by my first name, my lady.”

Elsa groaned. “Knock it o–”

“If you wish to leave the castle, I would be honored to escort you.”

Elsa gave her the most incredulous look she could muster, but Anna was back to looking ‘out the gate’, ignoring it.

This was stupid. She was cold, her feet were definitely damp now, her hands were turning red from the wind blowing in gusts through the clearing corridor, and– and–

And she honestly couldn’t think of any other excuse.

“Fine,” she huffed. She could play along for a bit.

Anna briefly broke the act to smile at her before she squared back up with her hands folded behind her back. Elsa rolled her eyes.

“I wish to travel to the– uh, the neighboring town,” she said, hoping this was what Anna expected to hear. She was a bit rusty in the fantasy roleplay department. Roughly twenty years worth of rusty. “And I– I require some escort. Because of the goblins.”

Anna nodded. “I’m at your disposal, my lady.”

“We need to depart hastily,” she continued, surprised at how easily she was slipping into a snotty princess tone. “Gather your best men–”

“With all due respect, I think it would be best I escort you alone,” Anna cut in, giving her a sideway glance. “We should avoid unnecessary attention.”

Elsa felt heat rise in her cheeks, feeling stupid both because she was doing this and because she apparently was doing this badly. “Right, of course. Let us– uh, let’s leave then.”

She was a twenty-five year old office worker, for crying out loud. She’d left most of her imagination in the past.

“Right away,” Anna confirmed, and Elsa almost breathed a sigh of relief at not being corrected again. “I just need to gear up.”

Elsa raised her brows, but Anna provided no more explanation as she skipped away through the snow in the direction of some trees that formed the ‘inside of the castle’ behind the stables. She seemed to kick up the snow pointlessly for a while with her back turned towards Elsa, making it hard to tell anything for sure, before she let out a loud ‘Aha!’ and bent over to pick something off the ground.

Two loud cracks followed and Anna threw away some small sticks, then turned around holding a much bigger stick. She held it by one end, the thick branch reaching all the way down to the ground when she let her hand rest against her hip. Two smaller, broken off branches were shooting up from the main body just below where Anna gripped it.

She found herself a sword, Elsa realized. After all, she needed something to keep those damned goblins away.

Anna broke character again to grin at her. “Now we’re ready to go.”

++

They’d been walking for a while now without anything happening. Elsa was slowly beginning to think Anna ran out of ideas for what to do now that they’ve ‘departed from the castle’ and were clearly not being attacked by anything, the woods around them peaceful and quite safe for an occasional animal skittering out of their way. Probably very surprised to see humans around these parts.

Elsa was about ready to tell Anna that it was fun to revisit their childhood and all but it was getting a little stale when Anna suddenly moved her arm out to stop her.

“What’s going on?” she asked, trying to keep up the tone from before, even if it made her feel like a fool.

Anna shushed her. “Listen,” she whispered. “Do you hear it?”

Elsa was not sure what she was supposed to be listening to.

Anna’s expression hardened again. “Sounds like goblin chattering. A small group, between two and four individuals.”

She put a finger to her lips, reminding Elsa to be quiet, as she started walking again, carefully, with her ‘sword’ gripped in both hands.

Standing still and not making a move to follow her, Elsa took a deep breath. She was about ready to end this charade; she opened her mouth to tell Anna she didn’t think she could keep this up much longer, as much as she saw Anna was having fun, but–

And then she heard it.

A gust of wind rustled up her hair, followed by the most disturbing crackling sound just off to her right. Something easily explainable, she was sure, if she stopped and thought about it, but in this precise moment it was enough to put her imagination in second gear.

She quickly jogged up to Anna, grabbing on to the sleeve of her parka to stop her. “I think they’re behind us, I could hear them,” she said hurriedly, making sure to keep her voice down. She did not miss the bright smile on Anna’s face. “I think it might be more than four.”

Her grip on Anna’s sleeve tightened as she heard the sound again.

“That’s just their mind games,” Anna answered, her expression back to serious and voice at a low husk. “They want you to think there’s more of them. They want you scared and careless.”

She began walking again, in the same direction as before, almost dragging Elsa along.

“Ser knight,” Elsa started, feeling just a bit silly again at using the title. “I don’t think we should turn our backs towards them–”

“That’s mind games, too. Their voices carry unlike those of humans,” she explained as if she’d spent hours studying goblin antics. “They want you to think they’re behind when they’re ahead.”

“But–”

“Trust me, Princess.”

Somehow, those three words both calmed her down and made her cringe at the same time. She was slowly getting into this whole thing, but she was not yet enough into it.

Anna stopped dead in her tracks again and Elsa stumbled forward.

“Is something wrong?” she asked after regaining her balance.

Instead of answering, Anna pointed ahead at a cluster of small, snow-covered conifers. It shook wildly, and soon after more chattering followed from behind them. The wind, Elsa reminded herself, it was all just the wind. The fear settling into her chest didn’t seem to mind that.

“It’s an ambush,” Anna whispered. “They’re trying to scare us from behind so we’d walk straight into their trap.”

Elsa nodded, honestly surprised at how much sense it was all making.

“Wait here.”

“What? Where are you going?” Elsa grabbed her sleeve again. “You’re not thinking of charging them alone, are you?”

Anna gave her a quick smile. “Fear not, my lady,” she assured her, proudly holding up her sword. “I can deal with a few goblins.”

And with that she ran off towards the conifers, yelling something about ‘godless bastards’ before she started beating the poor, innocent trees with her stick.

Elsa was left to stand in the middle of the path for a moment, halfway torn between wanting the earth to swallow her whole and Anna to come out victorious from the battle.

There was no one around to see them, though, so she shoved the shame aside and cheered for her knight.

++

They’d probably been out and ‘on the road’ for well over an hour, Elsa thought as they embarked on the journey back to the ‘castle’. The visit in the ‘town’ went swiftly–the Princess, by which Elsa meant herself, needed to speak with the town alchemist. Alone. With the Knight waiting outside and not eavesdropping.

That is to say, she desperately needed to pee in a nearby bush, and definitely did not act out a whole conversation with herself there.

One thing she noticed though was the further they went with the storyline, the more she…actually enjoyed it. Yes, the first ‘fight’ Anna had with the ‘goblins’ made her want to cringe out of existence, but the next ambush went smoother. And the next even more so. By the fourth, she actually got so into character her imagination filled in nasty, fleshy creatures with sharp teeth and pale blue skin jumping around where Anna was waving her ‘sword’ in the air.

Coming into the clearing that served as the ‘neighboring town’, she actually managed to picture it clearly. Houses, roads, taverns and all.

And the further they went with the storyline, the less she was Elsa and her sister was Anna and the more they became the Princess and the Knight.

Right now, the Knight was plowing through the snow a few paces ahead, making a nice path for her to follow. They ended up taking a road less traveled back to the castle; as the Knight informed her once she was done ‘talking to the alchemist’, the town guards issued a blockade on the main thoroughfare because of all the goblin attacks.

“Ser Knight,” the Princess started, surprising even herself with how forward she’d become after just one hour spent on the road together. “Are we far from the castle still?”

The Knight turned around and hummed. “We should be nearing the Northern outpost soon–” she stopped as she looked at the Princess more carefully, her brows furrowed. “Are you cold, my lady?”

The Princess didn’t even realize her teeth had been chattering this whole time. “I guess I am,” she said sheepishly, before clearing her throat, “I mean, yes, I am cold. A-And frightened.”

The Knight cocked her brow. She took off her own scarf– her ‘knightly cape’, the Princess corrected herself, and walked over to wrap it around the Princess’ neck. Satisfied with her job, she murmured in a low husk, “what frightens you, your majesty?”

Something in Elsa’s stomach jumped at that tone, and she had to take a moment to recover and get back in character. “It’s– It’s too quiet,” she squeaked out nervously after taking a cautious step away from the Knight. “We haven’t run into any goblin packs for quite a while now.”

“They must all still be waiting at the main road,” the Knight mused, looking through the trees towards where the thoroughfare should be. “Surely they don’t even know of this– watch out!”

As if nature itself was in on their play, a huge heap of snow fell from a nearby tree where the Princess stood– would be standing, had the Knight not forcefully pulled her towards the soft padding on her chest.

Elsa felt her cheeks light up in an aggressive blush, but she wrote it up to the Princess’ character taking ahold of her.

“A trap!” the Knight exclaimed, still holding the Princess close to herself with a steel grip around her shoulders. “They must have booby trapped this whole track, those damned beasts!” She took a few steps backwards, forcing the Princess to follow along before she eased up her grip a bit and looked at her face. “Are you hurt, my lady?”

Aside from the apparent, hot hemorrhage in her cheeks, the Princess was fine. She shook her head. “Not at all,” she said quietly, a little embarrassed. “Thanks to you.”

Anna– the Knight grinned and nonchalantly fixed the hair sticking out from under her beanie– helmet. “Just doing my job.” She was obviously trying to keep it down, but there was a clear boasting tone in her voice. “Those bastards can try all they might, but they can’t outsmart us. Now, let’s get a move on before you become an ice sculpture. Your cheeks are all rosy from the cold.”

She wasn’t sure if the last sentence was said as a concerned Knight or a concerned sister, but neither option did anything to make that rosiness go down.

++

They reached the gate not long after.

“You have served me well, ser Knight,” the Princess said once they were safe within the castle, offering a little curtsy. “I shall see to it that you are rewarded for your trouble.”

“It is no trouble to protect you, my lady, but my sworn duty,” the Knight retorted with a low bow of her own. “Your safety is a reward enough on its own.”

The Princess rubbed her hands together awkwardly, unsure of what to do now. “I uh– I shall retreat to my chambers, then,” she said in the most princessly tone she could muster, though her voice was beginning to rasp from the cold. “I will see you tomorrow, my Knight.”

As she turned around to walk behind some trees– that is, deeper into the castle, she couldn’t help but scold herself for saying that.

A moment passed before she heard Anna call out to her.

“So,” she started, looking at Elsa excitedly. “Was that fun or what?”

Elsa rolled her eyes, her royal manners completely dropped. “I guess,” she groaned. “It was better than sitting at home. I just wish it wasn’t so damn cold.”

They started walking back towards the actual road leading back to their old house, where a nice fireplace was just waiting to be used. Elsa followed behind Anna, not unlike the Princess behind the Knight, though this time the only imminent danger was maybe frostbite.

“I’m still unsure on why the goblins were attacking them,” Anna mused. “I don’t think we’ve ever figured it out in the past, either.”

“Maybe we can figure it out tomorrow,” Elsa said before she was able to bite her tongue. “I mean– we still have a few days left here, so we might as well…you know.”

Anna turned to look at her with the brightest smile and Elsa’s stomach did that jump again.

“Not like we have anything better to do, anyway.”

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This ended up being more challenging to write than originally planned, but I hope you'll enjoy it!

The sun stretched out over the horizon as colours soared and danced over the surface of the water. Wind whipped up Anna’s hair and she immediately regretted not braiding it. Her hand reached down to nervously toy with the pouch fastened to her hip, fingertips seeking out the smooth surface of the precious spheres that had become her lifeblood over the past few months.

She squinted, blinded by the glint of the light, brows furrowed as she leaned forward against the railing of the deck. She could see what she assumed to be the outline of the distinctly shaped mountain on Ula’ula as the ship inched towards the Alolan archipelago. 

Two years. 

Years that had felt like decades, since the day Elsa had walked out on their family home with no way to reach her. All she’d left behind was a letter addressed to Anna and a premier ball (along with its inhabitant). 

She’d read and re-read the note so many times, nights spent crying over it, desperately clutching it to her chest as she’d gone out into the world and celebrated her 20th and 21st birthdays with no one but her pokémon to keep her company, determined to find her beloved older sister, determined to see her again, determined to be reunited with her.

Without anyone to help her, she’d looked for clues in news article, speaking to people - particularly pokémon trainers and gym leaders who’d faced off with quote “possibly the best ice-type specialist since Lorelei, who refused to give her name.” She’d sniffed out her trail like a Growlithe but had lagged behind for ages… until now.

This time it was different. For a while there had been no new reports, no new articles. Anna was convinced that Elsa had reached her current destination and for some reason had chosen not to keep travelling. 

Her fingertip twirled inside her bag around the premier ball she’d set out on her journey with. 

“We’re almost there Amber,” she whispered softly. “Soon we’ll be with her again.” 

———

As the ship had made landfall, Anna’s stomach had rumbled once on firm ground and she had been torn between the urge to settle her stomach and the impulse to go find Elsa. She was closer to her than ever before and she was worried that if she wasted any time, she might lose her all over again.

The premier ball in her pouch rattled and Amber emerged, pawing at Anna insistently. She smiled down at the Vulpix and she sighed.

“I guess you’re pretty hungry too, huh?”

The Pokémon grumped with a cute little huff and Anna laughed. Okay. It was only fair that they’d replenish themselves after the long journey they’d just had and the challenges they faced ahead of them. They might have been physically and geographically closer to Elsa than they’d been in two years, but somehow she doubted that she’d simply bump into her at the nearest food place.

The warm breeze of the ocean caressed their faces as they made their way into Heahea city. She thought of heading to the Tide Song hotel to book a night and figured there might be food there, but it would be a shame to have come all this way and not sample some authentic, local Alolan food. 

The Sun had fully risen now and the hustle and bustle - if one could call the laidback island atmosphere that - of morning routines were starting to pick up. Anna looked around fascinated, she’d never seen so many people accompanied by pokémon all at once, some of which several at a time. It was true what she had read then: Alolan culture had a very different relationship to Pokémon from most other places around the world. She smiled and looked down at Amber who gazed up at her quizzically.

“I think I can understand why Elsa wanted to stay here.” 

Delectable aromas caught her by the nostrils and she stopped dead in her tracks looking around in search of the source. She spotted a food stand built in bamboo with several stools by the bar. Her stomach growled again, audibly and she swallowed thickly quickening her step over to it.

As she sat down the gentleman manning the stand looked up at her and cracked a wide smile.

“Oh! You’ve changed your hair colour?”

Anna’s brows furrowed in confusion.

“I- no, this is my natural colour." Amber hopped up on her lap and this combined with the sound of her voice seemed to completely change the man’s demeanour.

“I’m so sorry, I mistook you for someone else. You look so much like her it’s uncanny… But I haven’t seen her in quite a while.” 

Her entire body tensed, suddenly on high alert. This hadn’t been the first time someone had noted the resemblance with her older sister. Absent-mindedly she began petting the top of her Vulpix’s head. 

“Well I did come here to taste some of that delicious-smelling food you’re making, but I’d be curious to hear about this other person. You seemed so excited to see her again.” 

He grinned widely at her.

“Now you’re speaking my language.”

———

The next few days turned out to be a mixture of wonderment and anxiety. Though she’d witnessed amazing places and things during her travels, for the most part she barely had any mental or emotional headspace to offer these things with how caught up she had been with her mission. Until Alola. 

Alola was unlike any other place she had visited not just in the majesty of its natural, diverse ecosystems, but as well in its culture. And she had quickly realized that if she were to find Elsa anywhere on these islands, she would have to pass the Alolan trials and battle the great Kahunas to have a better understanding of what led her sister here, and more importantly what was keeping her here. 

She caught a Mudbray then spent time training it up until it could evolve into a Mudsdale that she could then ride and facilitate her journey from one island to the next. Their hardy disposition and sure-footedness adapted to Alola made it a perfect candidate to pursue the wild terrain she was going up against. Not to mention the tough pokémon battles ahead of them.

First came Hala, the Kahuna on Melemele who specialized in fighting types. Amber knew a couple of Psychic-type moves and was able to make quick work of them. Their celebration had come with flower garlands and a sense of reverence. What was clear to her was that the strength of the bond and the relationship between people and pokémon here was more important than the raw power of the Pokémon itself. 

Then had come Kahuna Olivia on Akala who proved a tougher opponent than anticipated, but Floatzel was the MVP this time with a rotation between other members of her team. 

By the time she’d taken the ferry to Ula’ula Anna realized her focus in getting through these trials was a new quest in of itself. It no longer was just a means to an end. She felt as though she was gleaning a better understanding into Elsa’s mind. 

Things however, went awry almost as soon as she set off outside of Malie city onto route 10.

Amber was sat in the saddlebag Anna had gotten for her, enjoying the Mudsdale ride when she suddenly squirmed out and took off like a torpedo. Anna urged her mount to follow but soon realized that the narrow pathways were no longer adapted to riding and she hopped off, calling Mudsdale back to his poke ball, before taking off on foot. Her hair was braided up which she was thankful for with all that she was having to navigate.

“Amber!” 

She called out to her Vulpix desperately, hearing some yipping and growling and wondering what had gotten into her. She fought the impulse to panic, fought back the maelstrom of anxious thoughts that wanted to scream that this had been a mistake, that it was a futile endeavour, that she was wailing in the task Elsa had left her with in looking after Amber.

And then she spotted her up a narrow escarpment running stil in hot pursuit of something Anna hadn’t herself heard or seen. 

Panic receded, giving way to determination as she surveyed for the best path upwards. 

Stone cut into her well travelled hands and she she bit back a hiss as she began her ascent. Powered by adrenaline she did so probably with more swiftness and less precision than was probably warranted in this context, but when she finally reached the top, any concerns about pursuing the trials evaporated.

Amber was standing off with what appeared to be a snow-white Vulpix that was growling at her. A little further behind that stood a woman who looked at her as though she had seen a Gengar. 

Her face was framed by strands of platinum blonde floating in the wind. Something in her gaze belied the weathered tales of a world-weary traveller, so stranger yet still so familiar to Anna.

“Anna?”

That voice. 

That voice she had ached to hear say her name for two years. 

A strangled sob escaped her lips as she tried to speak her name. She took a shaky breath, ignoring the water rolling down her cheeks as she tried to steady herself. 

“Elsa…”

“What are you doing here?”

Anna froze. She’d spent so much time chasing after her sister that she hadn’t even really thought of what she would do, what she would say when she eventually did catch up to her. Every cell in her body was screaming at her to run over to her and hug her, hold her how she’d clutched that damned note to her chest on so many nights.

But the tiniest part of her feared that she might vanish or disappear if she did that, that she might spook her away like a young Deerling. 

“I… I came here for you! I needed to better understand… why you left us. What did I do to make you hate me so suddenly?”

Anna closed her eyes and braced herself for what was surely going to come next, only to reopen them in surprise when she felt a pair of arms embracing her and holding her tight. At this she could not hold back the sobs and immediately hugged her back burying her face in Elsa’s neck breathing in deeply. 

Heart to heart like this for what felt like an eternity, Anna forgot about everything that had led her up to this very moment, the toils, the sores, the exhaustion, the trials and tribulations of her adventures in tracking her and getting here. She wouldn’t have been able to say how much time had passed until warmth and peace finally washed over her heart appeasingly, when Elsa whispered against the side of her head, pressing her cheek there softly.

“I’m so sorry, Anna.” 

She pulled back gently and looked at her, one hand cupping the side of her face. She brushed her forehead against Anna’s before Anna then felt a ghosting of her lips against her own. 

“It was never about hating you. It’s always been about loving you and not knowing how.”

Anna looked into her eyes, searching for answers in trying to comprehend what she was saying, her own gleaming with tears. 

“And that… is true for Amber too.”

At this she looked down at her Vulpix which was no longer locked into a staring contest with her white mirror image, but continued to eye her suspiciously. 

“If there was anyone I had any hate for it was myself. I couldn’t be the pokémon trainer I thought I wanted to be unless I went off on my own. And I couldn’t be the trainer Amber needed… But I believed with every fibre of my being that you could.”

“And it wasn’t until I finally came to Alola that I understood the kind of person I wanted to be. Then realized the kind of person who I had been… and I regret terribly that I hurt you, but Anna, I am so happy to see you again, more than I could ever say… you cannot know how sorry I am.”

Realization dawned on her slowly as she was beginning to understand the underlying message of Elsa’s words.

“You don’t have to do or be anything to be worthy of my love, Elsa. My love is unconditional. I love you wholly and freely, without restraint. I always will no matter what. Just… don’t run off and disappear on me ever again. Amber and I both thought you had abandoned us.” 

“In a way I suppose I did but not… not because I anted to or intended to. I left Amber in your care thinking you’d be the best thing to ever happen to her, and seeing her now, I think I was right. She looks amazing. And you do too, truly. I don’t know if you realize it.”

Elsa’s thumb stroked softly away a tear from Anna’s cheek and and Anna offered a quick smile. 

She sensed what her sister had tried to convey, what she had just timidly shown her, and she smiled gently at her, brushing away a strand of platinum hair before leaning in, closing the gap between them. Anna’s chest felt like it might burst at any minute as warm and electricity blossomed and crackled out of her heart in a way she’d never quite felt before. 

There was still so much unpacking to do, so much talking to be had. 

But as the sunset gleamed and scintillated behind them, for the first time in forever, Anna realized that it could all wait.

She had found so much more than just her sister.

For that fact, her heart soared to new weights and beyond.

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For Karolina

Elsa and Anna take their children to their cousins house for Christmas. They adopted a brother and sister from the orphanage in town. Elsa and Anna love them as their own. The boy, Evan is just like Anna in every way. Acting before thinking and going on adventures usually dragging his sister along. The girl, Scarlett is more reserved like Elsa. Although she does have her wild moments too. The whole family couldn't wait to go to Kristoff's house for Christmas. He goes all out every year and couldn't be more excited to have his daughter see and play with Evan and Scarlett. Of course Kristoff lives at the furthest northern city so there is a lot of snow for everyone to enjoy. The kids are given matching pajamas for Christmas Eve and they all sleep in Kristoff's daughter's room. Christmas morning is full of loud and crazy children all excited to see what Santa brought for them. It really was a perfect day. Elsa and Anna couldn't be any happier.

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[For HeartToBreak] A Yearning Love

Summary: Anna and Elsa have been kept in distance for many years ever since this incident happened to Anna many years ago. Until that one night in present day, when Anna couldn't sleep and was yearning and missing her older sister to be together again for such dreadful years, she decided to do something...in a sexual way.

WARNING: SMUT and INCEST + LANGUAGE!

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We all know that many years ago that Anna and Elsa are playing and having fun together with snow thanks to Elsa's magical ice powers. They did lots of things like snowball fights, ice skating, making snow angels and most of all, making a snowman.

All was fun and games until that one incident. When Elsa accidentally shot Anna on her using her ice power. 

Well...everybody knows that about the beginning of Anna and Elsa's story. From keep in distance away from each other to locked their doors and gates. Then Anna and Elsa's parents were dead. And then in the end, they were just two of them, all alone but they keep in distance ever since this incident happened long ago.

And now, it became quiet. Well, almost too quiet inside the castle.

This isn't just the same story about the two sisters you've reading all over again ever since you were a child.

This is the story of two sisters that you don't want to see, but with your own eyes.

And it's going to be...twisted... in an sexual sibling incest kind of way.

It all begin that one night...

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Nighttime at Arendelle, Present Day, 11:00 pm

Anna was trying to fall asleep but she couldn't close her eyes. Not even a wink. 

The problem? She couldn't stop thinking about Elsa all those damned and dreadful years of not being with her together again. 

So she turned on the light from the lampshade and began to sat down while leaned herself with her pillow on her back to provide comfort and support.

She reached a picture frame photo of her and Elsa when they were kids, with their happy faces and showing them that they were never be apart...or they used to be they were never be apart.

She started to stare at the picture with her older sister being together with her neutral face look.

"It's been years, Elsa...that we were together."

And the longer she stares at the picture, the more she remembered that same memory that haunt her.

And not just it haunt her, it made herself tearing up and felt so much unbearable loneliness of her sunken heart of being alone and separated from each other. 

In other words...she was yearning for being with her older sister once again.

"Elsa..."

She closed her eyes and her tears were flowing through her face. This unbearable pain has to stop. That's her final straw.

"I've been longing for you..."

Her heart was pounding, her mind began to remember her memories with Elsa from the past. 

"I already...miss you..."

And now, she's been tired of longing for Elsa. 

Anna made up her mind. And that is one desperate thing that she had to do. A kind of desire thing to do in order to be with her again after a dreadful separation.

So Anna returned the picture to it's rightful place, positioned herself and began to fantasize herself. She closed her eyes and began to try to think dirty thoughts while slowly and sensually foreplaying herself.

In Anna's mind she imagined her and Elsa having sex together. Fingering, pillow humping, pussy eating, doing sloppy kisses, scissoring, dirty talking, intense orgasming, cumming, screaming each other's names, heavy breathing...

And most of all, saying "I love you"s to each other.

"Oh, Elsa..." Anna sighed as she raised her head up high as she fondles her own breasts. She slowly removed her night dress and put it on the floor, revealing her beautiful body with her bra and panties on.

Her hands explored all over her body while whispering Elsa's name with in between sighs. 

And the longer she does her self foreplay, her body started to feel so warm...and aroused. As long as she whispering Elsa's name over again with deep and emotional feeling all over her and imagined dirty and sexual thoughts, she became more aroused.

15 minutes later, Anna changed her position to kneeling position on her bed. Now that she's fully ready for herself, it is finally time that Anna's moment that she waiting for: What is going to do next in order to be with Elsa once again.

Her hands slowly trailed towards her chest, through her stomach and underneath her panties.

That's when she started to pleasure herself.

"Ah!"

As Anna began to pleasure herself with her two fingers, she let out with a moan. Because it's her first time that she is doing fingering herself into her pussy, she's making sure that she'll did it right and made herself feel good and not to make herself feel like hurting.

"Oh, Elsa..." Anna moaned softly while pleasuring her now slick and wet pussy as she continued to do the circular motion towards her clitoris. 

Anna changed her position to a doggy position to intensify her self pleasure. And this time, she inserted her middle and ring finger inside her pussy, letting out a loud moan. "Ohhhhh~~~ Elsa~~~ Yeah, just like that. If only...you were by my side...it would be much better."

The more she pleasures herself, her pussy becomes wetter and wetter. So as Anna's moans and words of wanting her became louder.

"Oh fuck, yeah!!" Anna growled. "You made me feel so good...if only you were there, Elsa."

Her legs began to shake and her eyes began to roll as Anna felt nearing in as she fingers herself in a fast pace as her orgasm is nearly there.

"Ahhhh...I-I think...I-I'm getting close...I'm going to cum!!" Anna exclaimed as she felt such intense feeling as she kept fingering herself in a faster pace. Her breathing became irregular and her heart was beating fast than before. "Ohhhhh, fuck yeah!!! Mmmmhhh yeahhhhh~~~ Here it comes~~~"

Finally, she let herself go with the release of her own intense orgasm.

"I'M CUMMING!!!!!"

Anna's body became stiff as she released her intense orgasm with heavy breaths. A few moments later, she decided to sit on her same position while taking time to take back to her normal breaths. It felt so aroused that she curiously wondering what her fluids of her pussy tastes like.

So Anna licked her slick and wet right hand from her fingering and tasted it her own wet fluid. It tasted sweet and it smells like fresh sex. 

"So that's how what fingering feels like...I wonder what Elsa's pussy tastes like when I finger her or maybe... eating her out? Anyway, what should I do next?"

After Anna's done with her curiosity, she saw a soft pillow right next to her. It was soft and the pillowcase design is blue with white snowflakes. It was her favorite pillow that she always hugged it while sleeping. And most of all, it's was from a birthday gift from Elsa.

Anna took her favorite pillow and she began to cuddle it while trying to fantasize about her and Elsa...

Tongue kissing together...foreplaying together...scissoring themselves together...and cumming together...

"How I miss you so much, Elsa. You were my happiness. I wish we could see each other again. I can't stop thinking about you. I miss you. I want you to be with me again. I can't stop yearning about you."

As Anna leaned on her favorite pillow, she whispered.

"I love you. I love you so much more than just my sister. You are my everlasting love."

When Anna said those words, she's finally ready to do next for her very first masturbation process: Pillow humping.

She placed her pillow underneath between her legs, positioned herself and began to move with her slow and sensual thrust, letting out with her soft moans.

She continues to thrust underneath her favorite pillow while explored her body with her free hand and massaging her breasts, causing to feel more pleasure and arousal.

Anna pinched one of her nipples from her breast with her two fingers, letting out with a loud gasp and a moan. 

"Ahh!"

It really felt so much pleasure, fantasy, desire and arousal around her with such yearning for her sister to be with Elsa once again. She wanted to be with Elsa again not just as sisters but so much more: Lovers.

Anna changed her position while continues to thrust onto her favorite pillow. Her pace began to sped up a little bit but able to maintain the sensual intensity.

Anna's moans, gasps, breathing and calling Elsa's name filled all over the room. The atmosphere became heated and erotic all over the room. Her braided hair became messy and her body was covered with sweat--more than just sweat.

While Anna continued doing the do with her pillow, she let out those words as her head was thrown back in pure bliss, "Elsa, oh shit Elsa baby just like that. Mmm fuck yes baby oh shit you feel so damn good. Make my pussy and your pussy so wet that we could squirt so much."

Anna groaned in pleasure as she goes faster and harder while humping against her pillow. 

She hissed and moaned louder than before until she gave such orgasm and oh my, what a surprise! Something's coming out from her beautiful and wet pussy. 

Anna stopped humping that she began to rubbed her pussy. She realized that she's squirting that it sprayed over her pillow and her sheets. Plus, her legs went out shaking in pleasure. It felt so damned good that Anna moaned very loudly, "Ahhhh Elsa!!!!"

Anna panted that she decided to take a break from a while before she decided to have a round 2 of her pillow masturbation again after a couple minutes later.

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Meanwhile at the separated bedroom...

Elsa slowly opened her eyes after she heard a faint noise. When she looked at the window while lying down, it was still dark out there. And when Elsa was starting to get up out of bed and checked her alarm clock, it was 2:25 am. Why do sometimes people are making such noise in the middle of the night? Or midnight that is?

Elsa rubbed her eyes as she stood up and decided to follow the noise. She opened the door and went out of her own room, wondering what the noise was coming from.

As she went out of her room, she slowly walked through, following the noise that it was came from. 

And that noise came from Anna's separated room.

Elsa slowly crept towards to the door of Anna's separated room and pressed against one of the doors to listen the noise.

"Mmmmhhh...ahhhhh...Elsa..."

"Was she...moaning...? Moaning my name...?" Elsa thought. "Should I...take a look...?" she curiously said in her mind.

Elsa tried to reach her hand to hold a doorknob to open the door. But then, her fist clenched because she thinks she wasn't ready for this.

Her mind also isn't that ready either. So it's her heart...that it beats non-stop. 

Elsa gulped and took deep breaths, knowing that if she opens the door, the next moment would be rather be shocking. She wasn't ready for this.

But Elsa HAS to see what was really going on about her younger sister. She REALLY wants to find out what Anna's up to something. 

Should I go and leave? Or should I go and step forward? Nobody knows but...the choice is mine and to find out myself.

Elsa took a deep inhale...and then a deep exhale to focus herself first before making a decision.

Deep inhale...

...and a deep exhale...

...One more deep inhale...

...and one more deep exhale...

And pause.

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A few moments later...

"I..made up my mind!"

Elsa opened her eyes and it's time to finally make up her mind. She finally made her choice and she's not going to have a second thinking once and for all.

"I should go and take a closer look, even if it kills me!"

So Elsa reached out her hand to hold the doorknob, closed her eyes, took one more deep breath, twisting the doorknob open and finally...Finally slowly opening the door...

Once opened, Elsa slowly headed inside to see what was Anna doing in the middle of the night.

Elsa slowly opened her eyes and what she was seeing what Anna was doing is...

Is that...? 

...Really made Elsa slowly surprised in a deep shock. 

Her eyes widening and her jaw dropped. She couldn't believe it with her eyes. It felt like her world went swirling around.

What...are you doing...Anna...?

What Elsa saw is...

Is Anna masturbating in the middle of the night. No wonder she's making noise while it's still dark out there.

"Oh Elsa, yeah just like that. Shit... you're making me cum again. I-I think...I'm gonna cum..."

Elsa's heart dropped and she didn't realize and noticed that her tears flowed down on her face. She was stunned as she watched her own younger sister, fully naked and making such lewd noises and doings.

Anna's body is now become hot and sweaty. Her braided hair became a mess. Her face gave an ahegao expression and her cheeks become red from her arousal. Her bed was filled with her own squirt and the erotic and lewd sounds coming from her are filled all over her room.

"Nnngghh fuck!! Ahhhh~~~ I'm cumming!!" Anna groaned as she released herself and let herself go. Her head threw up high as she rubbed her pussy once more, releasing her own fluid after she squirted again.

As Anna squirted herself, she didn't realized that it sprayed Elsa while she's watching her masturbating.

Elsa tried tasting Anna's squirt that was sprayed all over her face.

It tasted sweet and it smells arousing.

As Anna returned to normal state, she went out surprised after she saw Elsa standing there the whole time. 

"E-Elsa...? Wh-what are you d-d-doing here?!" Anna asked in embarrassed voice as she quickly covered her full naked body. "Y-you were watching me masturbating the whole time?!"

"Y-yes..." Elsa confessed shyly before she goes back to her serious expression and asked, "So this is what you were doing in the middle of the midnight?"

Anna felt silent after she heard Elsa's question. Her heart slowly began to drop and began to crack apart. She already caught by her own older sister like a trap and she had no other choice but to silently nod in agreement and said to Elsa with those words:

"Yes...yes I did..." Anna stuttered. 

"But...Why!?" Elsa angrily asked. "Why would you do this...!? Aren't you scared when you were caught by your neighbors after doing such a disgraceful act?!"

"N-no...! No no...I...! T-that's not what I meant!" Anna exclaimed. 

"That's enough talk!" Elsa shouted. "Tomorrow, they're going to tell to your neighbors that you were the one making such lewd noises and doing an inappropriate thing in the middle of the night", Elsa warned Anna before she stomped out of her room.

"No, wait! Don't go!" Anna desperately shouted back. "I don't want to get separated between us again! Please don't leave me!" she sobbed.

"I don't want to hear a word from you, Anna!" Elsa angrily shouted back. "We don't talk between us anymore. We're going to continue to stand between the boundary walls away from us and do nothing about it. That's all you have to do and nothing else, Anna."

"E-Elsa...I..." 

"Not another word, Anna", Elsa firmly replied. "Goodbye...my Used-To-Be My Younger Sister..."

And with that, Elsa walked towards the door.

No...Not like this again...

Elsa's going to leave at any moment now. 

But Anna has to fight back. 

No more standing there and do nothing.

It's time to break the boundary wall that kept between the two of them.

Once and for all.

"Elsa...!" Anna said out loud.

And her voice made Elsa stopped when she was almost reached out the doorknob from the door of Anna's separated room.

"The REAL reason why I'm like this and doing this kind of inappropriate thing in the middle of the night is..." She choked herself up as her hot tears flowed down on face.

That made Elsa turned around and looked at Anna. She's all ears to listen this real reason.

"...Is I miss you dearly...Because my mind keeps thinking about you, my one and only sister...Elsa."

Anna's response made Elsa's eyes widened. She could feel her heart is breaking after remembering the past being together and it made her feel regretful for being distant from each other all those years. 

Tears cascading down through Elsa's cheeks. Her hands clutched onto her chest and began to cry.

It felt so painful and heartbreaking...of the feeling of being all alone and staying distant at the boundary walls between the two sisters.

Elsa knelt down to the floor and started to sob loudly.

"It's almost unbearable, isn't it?" Anna cried. "The feeling of being apart for too long? And not being with us together while we were growing up like most of the people and most normal siblings?"

But Elsa didn't answer cause' she can't stop crying from that unforgettable haunted memory from long ago.

"It's driving me crazy, Elsa!" Anna sobbed as more tears streaming down her cheeks. "When I'm all alone in this empty bedroom, I kept thinking of you. I only slept this very late when I'm feeling tired of remembering of the small yet saddest and thinking of you over and over again. We didn't have much time to play together, eat together, play games together and so on..."

The mood inside of Anna's bedroom is now became gloomy and sad like the scene is when two lovers are having conflicts and afterwards, they decided to break up and back to being strangers while it's raining outside and two people are getting wet due to the rain.

Just then, Elsa started to calm down as she slowly stopped crying. Her face is already now tear stained.

"I can't stop thinking about you, Elsa. You're always in my mind. You, and only you alone. Life's so empty without having you around", Anna said while wiping away her tears from her cheeks.

Elsa slowly get up and stood up as she continued to listen Anna's words.

"You're the only one who always there for me until the very end. You're the only sister I ever had", Anna said in a lovingly voice. But when she continued to say something next, she said that loud like a love confession, "No, you not just the only sister I ever had..."

"...You're so much more than my one and only sister to me, Elsa!"

Elsa was surprised after hearing that remark. She knew it now...

She knew that even the two sisters are distant away from each other, Anna will never stop thinking about her and always cared about her until now. 

Elsa remembered those memories after they were separated from each other. From when Anna secretly serving meals to Elsa before leaving her separated room before she comes back every day to Anna sending letters and mementos to Elsa by sending it underneath the door while she's sleeping every night.

"I love you so much, Elsa. Even we were distant from each other, my heart will never change and never stop caring about you", Anna said as her tears started to fall again. "I'm sorry....If I shouldn't be carried away while playing together when we were kids before you accidentally hit my head with your power, none of this would happened", she sighed.

And with that, Anna stopped talking as she lowered her head down so she can cry silently.

Elsa slowly headed to Anna's bed, sat down at the side and hopped on it. When Elsa's already sat down on Anna's bed, she reached both of her arms and slowly held her close like a back bear hug.

"No, Anna..." Elsa said.

Anna felt her warmth coming from Elsa made suddenly her tears stopped and went out surprised instead.

"Huh?" Anna replied.

"I'm the one should be saying sorry", Elsa softly reassured her. "If I hadn't accidentally hit your head with my power and started that incident, none of this will happen...but it really did. And I let you down like this, Anna."

Elsa's hand is trailing to Anna's chin and said, "Anna, look at me."

And Anna followed her command and said, "I'm looking at you Elsa so what is it you want it for me?"

"I know I looked like a cold and serious personality right now and trying to conceal and don't feel while we were distancing each other for so long. But..." 

"But what?" Anna asked.

"But deep down, in my heart...I always think about you as well. My heart will and always never change. You always took care of me in secret before I went back to my room. You even send me letters that I always love to read", Elsa replied. "By the way, I didn't write you back because you might get your heart hurt and cry again", she added.

"No wonder why you didn't reply my letters so I understand how you felt", Anna said.

"It also breaks my heart when the two of us we weren't together but I could sense you that your heart is more broken than mine because you missed the days when we were together and I felt so much regrets. We haven't having time to have a get-together for so long already. I can tell that your heart is still broken than ever before", Elsa softly said to Anna.

As Anna heard this, she closed her eyes and her tears slowly trickled down to her cheeks and giving her time to pause for a while. It felt too much for now. All Anna wanted was to be with Elsa once again. That is her wish she was hoping for to come true for a long time.

But then, Anna felt something on her soft cheeks. 

It was Elsa's slightly cold but soft hands. Her thumb was used to wipe Anna's tears from her eyes. 

With that kind of soft touch, Anna slowly opened her eyes and looked at Elsa once again.

And Elsa? Well, she took one last look at Anna's face before she leaned even closer to her...

....and whispered her words that it says...

"I love you, Anna. You are so much more than just my sister to me"

With that, Elsa gave Anna a kiss on her beautiful soft and supple lips. It was slow but tender. 

When Anna felt Elsa's kiss, she closed her eyes and touched Elsa's cheeks.

The kiss was slow and soft that's able to sustain it. The mixture of the kiss between Anna and Elsa is like fire and ice combined to make it into such enough warmth. 

When Anna pulled away from Elsa's kiss, she whispered back to her ear.

"I love you too, Elsa. So much. You're so much more than my sister. You're my one and only love I can't never let go."

Afterwards, Anna leaned on Elsa's forehead, closed her eyes and being to form a gentle smile on her face.

When Elsa felt Anna's forehead, she formed a warm smile on her face and closed her eyes as well.

Now both Elsa and Anna began to feel the love and healing of their broken hearts.

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"It's your first time to do like this...but with me, Anna?" Elsa asked as she trailed to her chest up to the stomach using her main finger.

"Y-yes, Elsa", Anna stuttered.

"Don't worry", Elsa replied in a reassuring voice. "I'll be gentle. After all, the first time is always gentle, intimate and loving."

After with all the tension's gone and returned with resolved and made each other's up, they began to turn up the heat.

But because it's their first time between the two of them, they decided to take it slow, intimate pace, with a little bit of passion...if they wanted to.

From sloppy kisses and tugging kisses all over their tongues, to mutual masturbating and taking turns who's going to have pussy eating, the mood inside their room is erotic and lewd but maintaining the intimate and loving sex between them.

Elsa and Anna also making sure and telling them that if they wanted to stop when it hurts or keep it going when they feel good.

The mood in this room is getting warmer and arousing that it's getting more erotic but full of love and happiness while they are making love for the first time.

When Elsa and Anna touched each other's bodies, they could feel each other's heartbeats. Their hearts their beat were racing fast but full of love and warmth to melt cold and sad souls of themselves.

The moans, groans, calling each other's names and the wet sounds they were making (Whether it's came from fingering or pussy eating) filled all over the room were filled all over the entire room. 

The noises they made may be loud enough to hear the neighbors around while they were sleeping but they didn't care as long as they were finally back together again after years of yearning.

When the moment of Anna and Elsa were feeling close to an explosive orgasm while they were scissoring each other, it will end up with a unforgettable bliss.

"E-Elsa...I-I'm getting close..." Anna groaned.

"Y-yeah...me too~!" Elsa replied.

When they finally reached the limit, they screamed in unison.

"I'M CUMMING!!!!!"

Wet, lewd and squelching sound coming out from their pussies as they let out an explosive orgasm.

A few moments later, Anna and Elsa were panting in full rhythm.

When both of them were very tired and exhausted, Anna and Elsa were shared those same 3 words:

"I love you, Elsa..."

"I love you too... forevermore, Anna."

And with that, Elsa gave Anna a slow but passionate kiss.

It tasted sweet like honey, strawberry and blueberry combined in one.

They continued to do the kind of passionate kiss on each other's lips until both of them slowly fell down to a deep sleep after they were feeling tired.

Just then...

A bright light began to shine between Anna and Elsa...

That large bright light emerged between two sisters...is the thing called...

TRUE LOVE

And True Love can heal any kind of broken hearts, broken memories, unhealed wounds and most of all...

...A Frozen Heart.

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The Next Day at Arendelle, Present Day, 12:00 pm

The sun is shining brightly that it's already noon. The neighbors were having the hustle and bustle of working and playing and the birds were still chirping.

A lot of things happened here last night till midnight. From an unexpected surprise and quarrels to resolutions to bring back together again, resulting with a light began to come out to heal together and brought back the way it was before long ago.

Anna slowly opened her eyes as she's saw Elsa sleeping with her.

"Elsa."

She softly wrapped her shoulder with a blanket while she's waiting for her older sister to wake up. 

But for a few moments later, Elsa slowly woke up from a midnight slumber.

"Wow..." Elsa softly said to Anna.

"Hmmm?"

"It's amazing...seeing you as soon as I wake up", Elsa replied.

"You're such a weirdo...but it's kinda amazing as well", Anna giggled.

Just then, Elsa saw something different about Anna: Her hair is different. The white strands of her hair were gone, "Your hair..."

"What about it?" Anna asked, looking confused.

"Your hair...It has white stands after I accidentally hit you with my ice power. But now, it's gone."

Anna checked her hair and she noticed it too. Her white strands of her hair is completely gone.

"Could it be...?" Elsa thought.

"Yes."

"What do you mean "Yes"?"

"It's because of...Love."

"Love?" Elsa asked.

Anna nodded in agreement.

"Love...Of course!"

And with that, Elsa quickly get up and gave her the most loving hug. Anna couldn't help it but smile at her older sister.

Even the day is already noon, everything's back the way it was before...but in a different way. Because...

They were more than just sisters...

They were finally lovers...at last.

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2 weeks later, Present Day...

It was a beautiful day in Arendelle, and a lot of things happened 2 weeks later. Elsa and Anna created lots of good memories of them after years of yearning and being separated from each other. 

Now the boundary walls between them are finally broken and the two sisters are finally crossing the line and connect it once again, everything turned out to be very well in the end.

And it was all because of love.

As two sisters who became lovers are getting together, they were having fun together, dating together, eating together and playing together.

They even wore two rings, symbolizing that their love between those two will be love each other eternally until the end. Anna's ring design is spring themed, in which it was received by Elsa as a birthday gift. While Elsa's ring design is winter themed and she created this ring all by herself. 

As Elsa and Anna walked hand in hand to start a new adventure and create more new happy memories, the two of them kissed their lips once more under the sunset sky before they head off with a new adventure, waiting to be unfold.

They were sisters way back then.

But now...

They were so much more than just sisters.

They were...eternal lovers.

~THE END~

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This is my present for @itstooshy​ >:9

Inspired in her fic "The Most Primal of Desires".

I knew I wanted to do some shapeshifter stuff, and that fic of hers settled it.

I hope you like it :))

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Glittering-Snowfall's Secret Santa <3

@glittering-snowfall Happy holidays and fingers crossed for new years <3 It was my absolute pleasure to be your secret santa this year and I hope you like your present! I have pointed the gay-ification beam at Cat People (1942) because I know you love old movies, and that film really deserves a sweeter ending than it got hm? Poor Irena T^T So let's see what we can do about that.

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Envy.

She envies every woman she sees on the street.

Elsa's husband, Oliver, tells her, "They cannot match your little finger," and smiles knowing his ring sits comfortably on her hand. The gesture warms Elsa's heart in the same breath it burns, since Oliver again misunderstands her words.

It is not that Elsa fears another woman snatching her darling Oliver away from her, it is that another woman does not have to fear what her love can do.

Because of course she loves Oliver - he was her first friend in America. First friend away from Serbia, away from her little village, away from the darkness hiding in small town folk tales. Of evil woman turning into panthers when her husband kissed her, to maul and savage and rend him to death in a moment meant to be soft and gentle.

So yes, Elsa was envious, a prickling emotion that welled in her heart, even as the cold tendrils of fear attempted to sooth and calm. Strong emotions for a woman to battle, knowing passion of any sort could make her wildest fear come true, to transform and kill, regardless of intent. She had made Oliver promise to never quarrel with her, and, humble, loving man that he was, he promised. And proved himself, when the mention of his co-worker, Anna, brought stubbornness and heat to Elsa's voice in the middle of an already tense argument.

Anna.

Anna Moore.

A woman who said she knew all the unimportant details, anything Elsa could ever want to know about New York City. A woman who had dropped her accent and made a new one so compelling Elsa would have believed it whole-heartedly, if she had not seen that same colored red hair disappear on the train to the coast nearly a decade ago, following the death of their mother.

Moja sestra.

"You can tell Anna anything," Oliver had tried to explain as frost gathered on Elsa's back, anything to keep the envy, envy, envy from bursting from her chest and taking form. "She's a good egg, she can understand anything."

She understands too much, is what Elsa thought at the time, but instead she replied, "There are some things a woman doesn't want other women to understand."

Oh, but Anna did. Because Anna should live with the same fear that Elsa does.

And the more she hears about Anna "Moore" and not Anna "Dubrovna", the more that envy grows.

Something compels Elsa. Perhaps it is the panther in the cage, the one she's been drawn to since she arrived in America, tempting her to evil. But Elsa was good at resisting temptation, Dr. Judd had even told her so, when she returned the panther's cage key to the Keeper. She was so good, Elsa had resisted temptation for longer than anyone, when bright red hair and sun-kissed skin heralded more than just summer but something more intimate.

Elsa understands the dangers of releasing evil into the world.

But she is compelled. She follows Anna to an after work coffee with Oliver. To Anna's home, all the way to the downstairs pool. Envy. Dark and lurking, sleek and powerful. Elsa couldn't stop herself. Anna seemed so assured of herself, so free and unburdened. How did she do it? How had her sister broken away from the consequences of loving too much?

And why did she use that freedom to threaten Elsa's self control?

The declaration of Oliver's divorce, right after Elsa had started to forget Anna and forgive her husband's actions, was too much to bear. They all played it so civilly: Oliver and Anna and Dr. Judd, waiting for her to come home. As if setting foot in that room would not boil her over into rage and pain and release the animal right then and there.

No. Elsa waited. Waited until Oliver and Anna left Judd alone, until his prided knowledge over the human mind and soul was finally countered by the truth he refused to entertain. Elsa let the curse consume her, black fur climbing over her face and sharp claws sprouting from her fingertips. The fight was raucous and terrible, and it was only the blade of Dr. Judd's cane-sword that brought reality back to Elsa as it pierced her feline shoulder. Escaping from the apartment complex was difficult, and each step pained Elsa more, but all the commotion lent its own sort of shadow and she slipped away into the night.

She knew Anna and Oliver would come for her. She knew where they would find her. Dead on the cobbled stone ground of the zoo, the cage to the panther open and empty, a broken sword protruding from her chest. And it would be the end, it would be over. The end of the envy, the end of the cat. She never lied to them.

But Anna finds her first.

Stopping Elsa's hand from turning the key in the latch, quiet and sly like, well, a great cat. And as the black panther hisses and spits, Anna puts a finger to her lips, the other on the metal bars, and releases the beast herself, the two of them safe behind iron as the gate swings outwards. Elsa's breath catches as the panther leaps out and away, both sisters flinching at the screech of tires as the cat dives towards the road.

In the commotion, Anna helps Elsa walk away, supporting her under her arm. Elsa feels emotions, powerful ones, coursing through her veins. Confusion, bitterness, pain, and above all still that envy, that unfairness, even as gratitude sputters and tries to rise as her sister lays her down and inspects her wound.

"Where is Oliver?" Elsa finally asks. Of all the questions, that seems the easiest.

"I told him he might cut you off at the other entrance to the zoo. He didn't want to go, but I think now he'll have his hands full with the car accident."

"Why did you court him?" Tears slip from Elsa's eyes. "I loved him."

Anna pauses, bracing her palm against Elsa's shoulder. "This is going to hurt."

"The answer or the sword?"

"Yes."

Anna takes the blade out, her hand over Elsa's mouth. She doesn't react when Elsa bites down, half reflexive, half intentional. The blood is staunched with a handkerchief and then they're up and moving away, as far from the zoo as they can.

"I courted him because I was jealous," Anna says frankly as they slip down a side street, another police car whizzing by, a blur of sound and lights. "Oliver is a nice man, but he doesn't know you like I know you."

Elsa staggers, her heel catching on the sidewalk. "How selfish. Would you have killed him too? Let him kiss you so the beast could rouse and tear out his throat?"

Anna looks at her sister. Their faces are in shadow, streetlight cut by the sharp line of buildings and fire escapes. Elsa thinks she sees the blue of her sister's eye and the yellow-green of a panther. "If he forced the issue. But remember, I said I courted him for you, not for him." She reaches a hand for Elsa's face. "I've done everything for you. I love you, Elsa, you know that."

"Stop saying that," Elsa spits, reeling back. She swears she can feel the sharpened canines on her tongue. "Stop saying love when you mean envy! They are not the same. I envied you to the point of destruction. You did the same."

Anna doesn't move, hand still outstretched. She was always so sure of herself. "Envy and love are two sides of the same coin, Elsa. I loved you when I left Serbia, and was envious that you stayed. I loved you when I heard your name on Oliver's lips, and envied that he'd already made you his. I only mistook love for envy once, when I said I wanted to marry him, but it was just to get closer to you. I loved you too much to share."

A snarl builds in Elsa's throat. "And to what end!?" She cries, clutching the bloodied handkerchief inside her coat. "You show that you have not forgotten what we are. Daughters of witches, slumbering evil. You should know that means we cannot love, even aside from all the typical reasons." Elsa breathes heavily, struck with a realization. "Would you let your love kill me, Anna?"

"Who says it would kill us?"

"This is naive even for you." A warning. "Have I not just killed tonight. Dr. Judd... I'm sure you can guess what happened."

"He was neither your husband nor your lover. Who's to say it was the kiss that summoned the cat and not your indignation, your sadness, or your rage." Anna straightens. "The curse of the cat was in opposition to an invading and opposing force. It was protection, however the world might disagree."

"How do you have this confidence?" A ghastly thought arises. "Have you decided this through trial and error?"

For the first time Anna's demeanor falls. Faith wavers, a splash of anger shining in the corner of her eye. "While I admitted to killing if someone were to force themself on me, I did not want you to think I would do so willingly and wantonly. No, Elsa, I have always waited for you. Only you."

Her words touch Elsa's heart, despite everything. She too had missed Anna since the day she had left their village, even if distance seemed the safer option in the face of their dangerous and deviant love. Anna steps forward again, into Elsa's space, close. She could feel Anna's breath on her cheeks.

"You would risk love killing us," Elsa asks quietly, reverently. "You would risk death just to love?"

A moment passes, then a grin breaks across Anna's face. That humor, that unflappable optimism she always had, the one that Elsa had missed even in her most envied moments. "Doesn't everyone?" Elsa sighed and felt her sister's warmth against her. "I won't force you," Anna continues, and Elsa knows she speaks the truth, even if her tongue betrays her, licking her lips. "But... I hope you do."

Elsa closes the gap between them. Her sister's lips are just as warm as the rest of her. She can't tell if the scrape of canines is hers or Anna's, is too sharp or not.

And she doesn't care.

Because the cat inside is content; it purrs and purrs and stretches in comfort. At home. A ripple of coarse fur, the scratch of nail or claw, the cat emerges in tandem with Anna's own. Two panthers gaze at each other in the alley, before bolting off together into the night.

Would Elsa risk death just to love?

Of course.

She envies every woman she sees on the street.

But she's only ever loved one.

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This art + tiny fic combo is set in the world of your lovely elsanna fic, A Banisher’s Dilemma, as Anna and Elsa experience their first holiday season as a couple. Really hope you enjoy!

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Our First Christmas

“Here’s your reindeer antlers,” Elsa said, moments before a cheap headband with brown antlers made of felt crash-landed on Anna’s desk from across the room. Concentration broken, Anna looked up from her research at her girlfriend, who was fiddling with a Santa hat.

“Um, what the fuck is this?”

Elsa glanced at Anna. “You get the antlers. Since I already have, ya know,” she gestured at her horns with a shrug.

“No, I mean—,” Anna couldn’t wrap her head around this creature from hell getting excited about the holidays. “What are you doing?”

“It’s our first Christmas together,” Elsa said, as if she was hurt that Anna wasn’t grasping the obvious. “I thought we should take some of those cute holiday pictures.”

“I just …find it a little ironic that between the two of us, the literal demon is the one itching to celebrate Christmas?…”

“Ew no, obviously not,” Elsa said, settling her Santa hat behind her horns. “I’ve met Jesus, and I am so sure he wouldn’t give a shit about anyone celebrating his birthday — during the wrong time of the year, mind you. In fact, I bet he despises the entire season. But this isn’t about religion, it’s about taking a picture with the person you’re dating, while wearing funny hats and sweaters. Obviously.”

Anna blinked, and blinked again. Obviously. When she had wrapped her head around everything Elsa had just said, Anna’s brain finally caught up to the part about holiday sweaters. Her eyes trailed over to Elsa’s oversized crewneck and, sure enough, she was met with the giant, red words: HO HO HOE. Anna couldn’t help but snort out a small laugh. She had to admit, that was the perfect holiday attire for her hellishly attractive girlfriend. Still, she didn’t want Elsa to think she thought it was cute. This disruption of Anna’s research would only delay their other vacation plans, even if Elsa didn’t care to understand that.

“I’ll wear the antlers,” Anna said gruffly, pushing away from her cold pile of work. “But I’m not changing my clothes.”

“That’s fine!” Elsa said in a chipper voice. “Rudolph can be grumpy and wear a leather jacket as long as she has her little red nosey!” she finished with a “Boop!” and dabbed a spot of red makeup on the tip of Anna’s nose. Anna stood there with her mouth wide open in shock. Elsa may be directly from hell, but who knew the holidays could turn her into a monster.

“Say cheese!”

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Mistletoe - for Cringe

Her first kiss under mistletoe, she remembers as a dream. A silver-golden dream like Olaf’s dreams of summer – something seemingly untouchable except that it had been. It had existed, still exists, in memory – an innocuous instance that time had tinged with summer-gold (that time had singed with guilt) until it bled, poinsettia-red, with portent.

Mama and papa had been alive. No shadows yet had touched them, no waves of shadow. Not over… any of them. Their parents had laughed to see it – tiny Anna cheekily kissing her equally tiny sister’s cheek. Elsa remembers laughing herself, returning the kiss with feather lightness and scooping her baby sister into her arms…

Summer-golden memory can burn.

Idols can burn, be cast down in flames of judgment, and an idol that memory became – an idol for Elsa to worship behind walls, in her isolation a votaress to Anna, to the image of her sister who must be protected, must be saved from her by her – to the image of innocence that Elsa’s young world revolves around, that is her pain but also her hope, for through the preservation of that innocence all Elsa’s pain might be worth it…

But even the most golden-faced of idols can melt under heat, their gleaming faces warping – twisted, distorted grotesques �� mockeries of the goddesses they signify.

Sinner that she was, Elsa brought her own idol low. Not through lack of devotion, but in some sick paradox, through overmuch of it. Blossoming into womanhood, she felt the first stirrings in her – stirrings of something more than sisterly affection for her sister. Desire, yearning, hope – all good things in themselves – when enmeshed wish choking silences, voids of grief, self-denial and self-renunciation – become monstrous in a monster’s heart.

With her ice, she corrupts anything she touches. And now, she corrupts even that which she cannot touch. So it is with monsters…

Pervert.

Loving Anna as mama loved papa, as more than blood…

Anna’s face and limbs of gold, slim and fair-graven, twist under the heat of Elsa’s… idolatry? Lust?

Until the idol of innocence to which Elsa pays homage grimaces back at her, its smiling lips warped and gruesome.

Until the berries of the sprig of mistletoe in her childhood memory run like blood in her mind’s eye, tainting all, for with mistletoe comes holiday hopes for kisses, no longer chaste and childish but sin – run red like the juices of a forbidden fruit Elsa hates herself for yearning…

Monsters bring only monstrousness to the world. She should have known that.

Another Christmas.

Another year, after all the others, after all the little Olaf cards and drawings Anna shared with her throughout the years repudiated Elsa for her loss of innocence, for the threat of her corruption of innocence…

After reconnection.

After Elsa had seen her idol in true idol-form – not of gold, but of her own ice, statuesque – but not mocking or unfeeling. Defending her as she had always defended Anna. Not cold as gold or even as ice but thawing with Love, the rose-warm red of flesh, Anna smiling at her, hugging her…

After Love had proven not the destruction of them both, but their salvation.

Another Christmas.

And with Christmas, another sprig of mistletoe, mint-green and crimson, threaded above their heads.

Elsa is awkward.

Elsa has wrought the whirling winds into her sanctum, given life to silver-flaking things, but this makes her stammer. This makes her… freeze.

Anna’s lips are so close to her face.

Ready to brush up against Elsa’s cheek.

All Elsa needs to do is just tilt her head and…

No!

She should run.

Flee to her room and lock the door.

Protect Anna from… her.

She can’t do that.

Slamming the door again…

No…

Anna’s lips brush against –

Not her cheek.

Her lips.

Feather-light, as in childhood, almost a sister’s kiss, but… tinged.

Tinged as Elsa’s love has been tinged. By the years. By… everything.

Elsa, who does not shiver from the cold and frosty Christmas air, shivers now.

“Is this… okay?” Anna whispers.

“Yes,” Elsa breathes.

Anna’s lips are upon hers again – a brush, delicate –

“Please…”

A pause.

“I want this… more than anything.”

Anna’s lips sink into her own. Anna’s lips are soft and warm, sweeter than chocolate. Elsa savors the kiss, kisses back hungrily – greedily, with the greed of one who for so long could not allow herself to want.

All the desire of all those years.

Idols burn, temples perish. But flesh is flesh. Need is need. And should these two of one flesh come to dust, they shall come to dust together.

Speak not to Elsa of sin on this holy day. She has seen Love breathe life, warm-blossom from within. Any new idols matter not, not compared to the warmth, the immediacy of this moment – all she has ever wanted crystallized into a thing more beautiful than even the beauty of her ice palace.

A kiss beneath the mistletoe.

A kiss of love that bears no guilt.

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gifts due

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Names Released

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When will we get the names? The schedule said november 7th

Yes it did, and I apologise for the delay. Unfortunately my mental health went down the drain and I've been dealing with some workplace health and safety incidences at my job, which has made other parts of my life more difficult. Names will definitely be released this weekend. It is, in all seriousness, one of my highest priorities right now :)

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names

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