Sisterly Confessions

A/N: Well, I could name more than a few of my past reviewers who will probably enjoy this chapter, but I would appreciate it if you would let me know if I am right lol.

Happy reading, and I hope you like it.

The queen's fingers froze mid-stroke, her own breath hitching as their gazes locked.

"Anna," Elsa whispered, her voice thick with arousal and disbelief. "How...how long have you been standing there?"

Anna’s mind went blank, a white-hot flush exploding across her chest and neck. “I—I just...the poetry,” she stammered, the words tripping over each other in a frantic, jumbled heap. “I heard you; you were saying those Shakespearean lines I knew so well, and I just…I got curious. I didn’t mean to…I’m so sorry, I’ll just…”

She gestured weakly behind her, her body frozen in the doorway. Her explanation sounded pathetic even to her own ears, like a paper-thin veil over the raw, staring fascination that had rooted her to the spot.

Elsa’s initial shock then seemed to soften, melting into something she couldn't quite identify. She slowly withdrew her hand, not with any visible, cringing shame but with a deliberate, languid motion that made Anna’s stomach tighten.

“It’s alright, Anna,” Elsa said, her voice regaining a thread of its usual composure, though it remained low and intimate in the steam-filled space. “I’m not angry about your curiosity.” A faint, self-conscious smile touched her lips. “A little embarrassed to be caught, sure. But not angry.”

A shuddering sigh of relief escaped Anna. The immediate fear of Elsa’s rejection loosened its grip, letting her shoulders slump slightly. “Oh, good. That’s…good.”

But the relief was short-lived. Elsa’s eyes, having been averted a moment before in her own modesty, now traveled back to Anna. And they didn’t stop at her face. They drifted down, slowly, taking in the line of her throat, the curve of her shoulders, then further down, as the flush kept spreading across her chest.

The gaze was no longer felt startled or sisterly. It was instead heavy, deliberate, and filled with a carnal fascination that stole the air from Anna’s lungs.

That was when a sudden, icy realization doused some of her growing arousal. The towel. Her own towel was a puddle of fabric on the cool marble floor behind her. She was completely exposed; every freckle and every curve below her neck was being laid bare under Elsa’s suddenly intense scrutiny.

A deeper, more violent blush burned her from head to toe. With a sharp, instinctive gasp, she spun around, presenting her naked back to her sister.

Her skin prickled with awareness, as if literally feeling every imaginary point where Elsa’s eyes might be touching her. The steam seemed to cling to her now, like a suffocating blanket. for a long moment, the only sound was the frantic hammering of her own heart and the soft, damp shift of Elsa moving on the cedar bench behind her.

Anna’s mortified eyes darted to the crumpled towel on the floor, a lifeline of modesty just three steps away. She willed her legs to move, to bend and snatch it, but the image of what that action would reveal...the curve of her backside, the intimate glimpse between her thighs...locked her joints solid, especially sincce she knew she wouldn't be able to disguise her own dripping arousal from her sister from that angle.

A gentle sigh cut through the steam, followed by the wet sound of bare feet creaking on wood at the entrance of the sauna's doorway. “Well,” Elsa said slowly, her voice sounding like an echo of resignation now, softly resonant in the humid air. “Since you saw everything…and heard me speak your name like that…I suppose we might as well get this over with and address the mammoth in the room.”

Anna flinched at her words and the implications in her tone that were making her skin prickle with goosebumps. She couldn’t speak, couldn’t turn, and could only stand there trembling as Elsa’s confession began to pour out in a steady, quiet stream.

“It started halfway during our years of isolation but it really picked up in the last few years,” Elsa confessed, her voice so close Anna could feel the words as a warm breath against her damp neck. “After the gates were shut and it was just us, and the portraits, and my fear. My mind…latched onto you as my body developed and changed. My love for you, it...expended, I guess you could say.”

Anna’s breath hitched, her sister's words unleashing shock while making her wonder. Was this why? Did that…higher entity that chose to empower her ascension also picked her because it knew that Elsa already wanted her?

“I know part of it was circumstance,” Elsa continued, her thumb making a slow, **** circle on Anna’s shoulder. “My world was so small. You were the only light in it, the only person I truly knew. But that doesn’t matter now. Because, to quote a certain Ancient Roman general from one of those plays you love so much...the die is cast, Anna.”

Elsa’s voice dropped, thick with a raw honesty that was entirely new. “After years of touching myself in the dark, thinking of you…I have to admit I have developed a taste for it. For this. For us, in that way. A sapphic…sisterly...kink I suppose, if I’m being brutally honest with us both.”

Anna’s jaw went slack as she stared at nothing in particular. That clinical, poetic admission was more shocking than any clumsy declaration of love. It was a truth so specific and carnal that it electrified her with a dizzying, liquid heat.

“I was going to take this secret to my grave,” Elsa whispered, her voice fraying at the edges. “But that… peace I felt this morning, that unexpected miracle? It somehow muted the shame too when it got my powers under control. It was like a divine pardon for a sin I’d never dare confess. And I must say, feeling unburdened from this guilt feels more wonderful and liberating than I ever dreamed...but I can’t lie to you anymore, Anna, not after all those lost years of secrets. Not after today. So, here I am, trying to return the faith you had in me with one of my heart's deepest secrets...even if I can imagine my honesty might be difficult to hear in this case," she added with a sigh.

She paused for a moment longer, but soon Anna felt the hand on her shoulder tighten slightly, with the pressure of a silent plea. “I will understand, completely, if you want nothing to do with this side of me. I love you as my sister too much to ever jeopardize that. But…”

Another step closer. Anna could feel the radiant heat of Elsa’s body now and could smell her own arousal on the steam between them.

“But I could swear you enjoyed watching me,” Elsa breathed, her hope sounding like a precious but fragile, tangible thing. “And if you…if you wanted to explore what this could be…I would be thrilled to help make your romantic dreams a reality. The ones about experiencing a love as passionate as the ones you’ve always read about.”

"My wish...oh my..."

The thought detonated in Anna’s mind like cannon fire. Her careless, loving words to calm Elsa’s magic and the emotional stress tied to them that made her lose control...it had done this. It may not have created the desire that had been burning Elsa up from the inside for years, a secret cause of her icy turmoil. But when her own heart felt like breaking when she had seen her sister in terror over the loss of control of her powers, she had broken the dam that had contained her suppressed incestuous desires…and had unwittingly granted her permission.

Permission to give Elsa the courage to admit her hidden feelings for her sister. For her.

The revelation rocked her like an avalanche as she tried to digest that. That this wasn’t a spell or a trick, but Elsa’s own heart, finally speaking without a filter of guilt haunting her conscience. It was terrifying and shocking, and beneath the tumult, a profound relief Anna could not deny...yet...where do they go from there?

“Anna, please,” Elsa soon begged, her nervous tone finally cracking. “Say something.”

The grip on her shoulder tightened, and Anna inhaled sharply, the steam filling her lungs with the scent and warmth of possibilities. And so, she finally turned around.

Elsa stood there, gloriously naked, her platinum blonde hair clinging to her collarbones and breasts. Her eyes, those striking blue pools, held a devastating brew of fear, **** hope, and unwavering love.

It was the most **** and beautiful thing Anna had ever seen. And that was when she knew.

The princess didn’t speak. She closed the scant distance between them, her hands coming up to frame Elsa’s face, her thumbs brushing away the single tear that had escaped. She saw the question, the yearning, and the many years of lonely longing reflected back at her.

And then she kissed her.

It was not a sisterly peck. It felt instead like the culmination of every romantic fantasy she’d ever whispered to her pillow and of every glance she’d tried to rationalize away earlier that day. She poured all of her chaotic, grateful, awakened passion into it, her lips moving against Elsa’s with a certainty that bypassed her whirling thoughts.

Elsa gasped into her mouth...a small, shocked sound that quickly melted into a whimper of pure, unadulterated delight. Her arms slid around Anna’s waist, pulling their damp bodies together, her cooler skin a thrilling contrast against Anna’s feverish heat. The kiss soon deepened, turning hungry and exploratory, like a silent conversation of tongues and lips that spoke volumes more than words ever could.

And Anna soon realized that she wanted to have many more such silent and loving conversations in the years to come.