Elsa feels an unexpected, welcomed shift

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Elsa's POV (Starting right before the wish is made)

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"You can’t know,” Elsa said suddenly, her voice unsteady as panic clawed its way up from her stomach. “Anna, you can’t—you don’t understand. I can’t—”

“Elsa, it’s okay!” Anna interrupted, stepping closer. “It’s okay. I’m here now. You don’t have to be alone anymore.”

“Stay back!” Elsa’s voice was sharp, ****.

Anna stopped short, her brows knitting in confusion.

But Elsa wasn’t looking at her anymore. Her breathing had turned shallow and uneven as her fingers trembled beneath the water’s surface. She could feel it—her powers. The storm she had fought to suppress was rising, swelling beneath her skin.

“Stay back, Anna!” Elsa shouted again. “I can’t control it!”

The bathwater trembled, the surface shifting unnaturally. Anna’s startled gasp barely registered as Elsa’s magic surged out in a burst of ice and frost.

CRACK.

The water froze solid in an instant, spreading outward in jagged shards that slammed against the stone edges of the bath. Elsa’s chest and upper body were trapped above the surface, and she could hear the faint crackle of ice beneath her as she struggled instinctively against the sudden stillness.

Her heart dropped as her eyes darted toward Anna.

Anna had been caught by the ice too—her legs trapped in frozen columns, her upper body still free but shivering.

“Anna!” Elsa gasped, panic rising again.

“I’m okay!” Anna shouted quickly, trying to reassure her. Her voice was breathless, her cheeks flushed red from the cold. “Elsa, it’s okay—just calm down. I’m fine.”

“No,” Elsa choked out, tears pricking at her eyes. “No, you’re not. This is exactly why I—why I—”

Her voice broke, and she turned her face away, ashamed.

“Please, Anna,” she whispered hoarsely. “Just stay away from me. I don’t want to hurt you again.”

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Before her words had finished echoing, however...something... suddenly shifted.

Elsa didn’t see it happen—she didn’t feel it happen—but it was as though her inner world had exhaled a deep, quiet breath.

The tightness in her chest, the unbearable weight pressing down on her shoulders…it abruptly eased.

The panic that had gripped her moments ago—white-hot and all-consuming—melted away like frost beneath sunlight.

Elsa blinked, her breath slowing as her body relaxed before she knew it. Her hands stopped trembling. Her heart’s frantic rhythm softened to something quiet and steady.

The silence that followed wasn’t the sharp, painful quiet of fear—it was still and calm. Her mind, once a raging snowstorm, was clear.

The uncrowned queen widened her eyes slowly, her gaze drifting down to the ice. It was softening, the jagged shards around her smoothing and melting as the frozen water returned to liquid. She moved her arms tentatively and found herself freed.

As a result of it all, her breathing hitched in disbelief.

“I…” She murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

Her powers were quiet. For the first time in as long as she could remember, they weren’t fighting against her—weren’t surging to escape. The constant fear that lived in the back of her mind, whispering that she would lose control again, was…gone.

The ice beneath her legs melted completely, leaving her standing waist-deep in cool, normal water.

Elsa lifted her hands, staring at her fingers as though they belonged to someone else. Her shoulders slumped in wonder, the tears in her eyes slipping down her cheeks without her realizing it.

“It’s gone,” she whispered, her voice shaky. “The fear…it’s gone.”

Elsa stepped slowly out of the water, her movements dazed and unhurried, as though she were walking in a dream.

The stone floor was cold against her bare feet, but she barely noticed. Her thoughts were a haze of quiet relief and confusion, tangled together like threads she couldn’t quite pull apart.

“Elsa?” Anna’s voice broke through the silence, hesitant and soft.

She glanced back, her pale blue eyes meeting Anna’s concerned gaze.

“I…I don’t know what just happened,” Elsa murmured, her voice distant as her brow furrowed faintly. “But…I think I’m okay.”

Anna blinked, as though surprised, and Elsa turned her head away again. Her mind was still swimming with this new, unfamiliar calm.

Her heart, so used to hammering with fear and uncertainty, now beat with an unfamiliar steadiness. Her mind—and by extension her powers—was quiet...no storm, no panic, no guilt clawing at her.

For the first time in years, she didn’t feel the instinct to run. To hide. Which was when she realized she had practically forgotten what such calm...such utterly invaluable calm...felt like.

And then she heard it.

“Elsa…”

She turned her head just enough to see her sister. Anna had freed herself from the last remnants of the melted ice, stepping forward with a mixture of hesitation and resolve. Her bright blue eyes were glassy, tears still clinging to her lashes, but her expression radiated warmth, relief, and something that nearly undid Elsa right there—love.

Without a word, Anna crossed the space between them in two quick strides and threw her arms around Elsa’s naked back.

The hug hit her like a tidal wave, the full **** of Anna’s embrace pulling her in and holding her close.

For a heartbeat, Elsa stood frozen—not from her magic but from sheer disbelief. Anna’s warmth surrounded her like sunlight breaking through a heavy frost, so real, so immediate, so utterly impossible to resist.

Her sister’s voice came softly, full of quiet, trembling relief.

“I’ve got you, Elsa,” Anna whispered in her ear, her arms tightening just a little more. “It’s okay now. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

The words cracked something deep inside Elsa’s chest. Her breath hitched in response, and her shoulders started trembling as the weight of it all hit her—the years of silence, the isolation, the loneliness she had carried like an anchor. For so long, she had been afraid—afraid of hurting Anna, of failing her, of being a monster she couldn’t control.

But now…the fear was gone.

And in its place, there was only this: Anna’s arms wrapped around her trembling, dripping wet and bare form, holding her together as the years of tightly held pain began to unravel.

Elsa’s hands, which had been limp at her sides, slowly lifted. Hesitantly at first, as though she wasn’t sure she had the right, she wrapped her arms around Anna in return.

Her fingers gripped the fabric of Anna’s dress, clutching as though afraid Anna might disappear if she let go. And then the tears came.

Elsa’s quiet, shaky breaths turned into full sobs that wracked her thin frame. Her face buried into Anna’s shoulder as she let it all out—the pain, the fear, the guilt she hadn’t even realized had been **** her so deeply and for so long.

“I’m so sorry,” Elsa choked out between sobs. Her voice was muffled, jagged, and trembling against Anna’s shoulder. “I’m so—so sorry.”

Anna held her tighter, one hand gently brushing through the damp strands of Elsa’s hair as if to soothe her like she had when they were children.

“You don’t have to be sorry, Elsa,” Anna whispered softly, her own voice thick with tears. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Elsa sobbed harder at her response, the sound echoing faintly through the cold, misty chamber. For years, she had carried the belief that she was dangerous, that her very existence was something to hide. But now, with Anna’s arms around her and her own heart inexplicably lightened, it was like a dam had broken.

Anna rocked her gently, murmuring quiet reassurances. “I’ve got you. It’s okay now. You’re safe. We’re safe.”

Elsa didn’t know how long they stayed like that—her sobbing, Anna holding her. Time seemed to blur, the only thing that mattered was the warmth of Anna’s embrace, the steady rhythm of her breathing, and the realization that she didn’t need to hold herself together anymore.

Eventually, Elsa’s tears slowed, her naked body still shaking faintly as she pulled in uneven breaths. Anna didn’t let go, her arms still wrapped protectively around her sister as though anchoring her to the world.

Elsa’s voice finally broke the silence, soft and hoarse.

“I don’t understand,” she murmured, pulling back just enough to meet Anna’s gaze. Her face was damp with tears, her cheeks flushed. “I don’t…I don’t feel afraid of my powers anymore and they seemed to have stilled as a result. The guilt—it’s just…gone.”

Anna smiled, her thumb brushing faintly across Elsa’s cheek to wipe away a lingering tear.

“Maybe it's a miracle,” Anna said softly, her voice filled with quiet conviction.

Elsa blinked, her brows furrowing slightly. “A miracle?”

Anna hesitated for a moment as she bit her bottom lip, but then nodded. “Maybe all those prayers you’ve whispered over the years—maybe someone finally listened,” She said softly.

Elsa stared at her sister, her heart twisting. Could it really be? Had all of her silent pleas, all of her **** wishes to be free of the fear that had ruled her life, truly been answered?

She didn’t know.

But standing here, feeling her sister’s warmth and knowing she didn’t have to carry the weight alone anymore, Elsa let herself believe it.

A faint, watery smile curled at her lips as she whispered, “Maybe it was.”

Anna grinned back at her, squeezing Elsa’s shoulders gently. “Well, whatever it was… I’m just glad you’re okay.”

Elsa looked at her sister—really looked at her—and for the first time in years, the ache in her heart had been replaced with something else: peace.

She reached up, placing her hand lightly over Anna’s.

“I missed you so much,” Elsa whispered, her voice barely audible.

Anna’s smile softened, her blue eyes shimmering with tears. “I missed you too, Elsa. Every day.”

Elsa’s gaze fell slightly, and she leaned forward, resting her forehead gently against Anna’s as she let out a deep, shaky breath.

The cold air of the chamber swirled softly around them, but it didn’t feel harsh or empty anymore.

It felt safe.

Eventually, Anna pulled back just enough to guide Elsa toward a bench near the bath, where a folded, none itchy towel sat waiting. Elsa followed in a daze, her body moving as though on instinct. Her limbs felt lighter, her head clearer, as if a fog had finally lifted.

As she wrapped herself in the towel slowly, however, it suddenly struck Elsa that she had not felt the barest hint of embarasment or shame at the fact that she had spent so many minutes embracing her sister while being completely and utterly naked. She blinked rapidly at that realization and wondered what to make of it, given that she was usually self-concious enough of her exposed skin as it was to feel distressed when she could not even use her gloves. So, the mere idea of revealing every inch of her breasts, arse or lower lips to anyone else and for a prolonged period of time too should probably feel absolutely mortifying.

And yet...after some additional self-refelction while placing the towel around herself, Elsa realized that her heart and mind remained calm as she contemplated the idea of exposing herself to Anna, now or in the future. It was as if the harrowing guilt she had felt ever since first fingering herself to climax at the thought of her sister had metled away along with the rest of the guilt that had assaulted her for so long, now that her heart was at peace.

Shaking her head at her sudden epiphanies but resolving to contemplate them in more depth later, she glanced back at the now-calm water of the bath. It no longer felt like a reflection of her fears. It was just water. Still, clear, and quiet.

And with more than enough light to reflect the love she had for her sister...

Anna found herself sating beside her, shoulder to shoulder, not saying anything. And for once, Elsa didn’t feel the need to fill the silence with apologies or explanations.

Instead, she let herself breathe in and then breathe out with a relaxed sigh.

"Whatever just happened," she thought quietly, "whatever miracle this was and whoever was responsible…I’m grateful. Well and truly grateful."

She glanced at Anna out of the corner of her eye and allowed herself to smile—small, genuine, and guilt-free smile.

And for the first time in forever, Elsa let herself believe that things might just be okay.

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A/N: Longer chapter but I felt like there was a lot to cover to properly do it justice in my mind after the last wish and the brand new changes to the plotline of Frozen I leading to and flowing from this moment, so I thought it was better to dedicate a fair bit of "screen time" as it were to Elsa's POV on the matter. Regardless, I hope you enjoyed it, you all! And not just because of Elsa's sudden epiphanies near the end...

Anyway, if anyone else wants a link for the full song of the previous chapter remember to let me know in the comments. Thanks for reading and until next time.