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[HEAVY BREATHING]

17. Neck Kiss

Elsa had been dressing in her room, testing out new dresses that she magically would form against her shapely figure. All sorts of intricate designs, in which Elsa would look over in a mirror, shake her head and try something else. 

Anna would watch from the door, sighing in awe at every single design she'd create, then frown whenever Elsa decided it wasn't good enough. To Anna, everything that Elsa made was beautiful, but it seemed her older sister thought other wise. 

After her seventh design and fail, Anna slowly walked into the room, clearing her throat to let Elsa know she was there. Elsa turned with a tender gasp, then lowered her head in relief to see it was her loving sister and turned back to the mirror to stare at what she thought was, again, another dress bust. It was tight, completely made out of large snowflakes that swirled over both her breasts, but revealed her cleavage and abdomen, and a large open back. It pooled out behind her in a long train. She sighed and looked it over, "Anna, is this...too revealing? Should I try another design? I don't know, I think that our citizens might think it's too much."

Anna was practically drooling over the dress. It was so incredibly beautiful, and clung to her sister's curves just right. She bit her lip and then laughed softly while she stepped up behind her sister to look at the dress in the mirror with her. "You know I'm the wrong person to ask, because I find all your designs breathtaking." Her hands slid on to her waist and snuck her chin onto Elsa's shoulder.

Elsa bowed her head with a soft laugh, and gave a bashful smile. She still wasn't use to touch, and tended to squirm just a bit when she felt Anna so close to her, but she never wanted the touches to stop. She gave a soft huff while she felt Anna's fingers glide up and down her ribs. "Yes, but--yes I know you like my designs, but what about our citiz--"

A forced wedding. It was, once again, a man that Anna had met only a few weeks ago, but Elsa had, once again, shut her out. This time it hadn't been about magic. It had been about how the two had felt about each other. But Elsa was afraid of it. She feared what the kingdom would say. She was afraid what their friends would say. So, in response, Elsa kept away from her. Their love was 'unholy'.

Anna met him at a ball. He seemed easy, nice. Simple. It was good enough. She'd settle for him. Viktor, her soon to be husband, was more than excited. He told Anna he'd never think he would marry a princess, that he'd always be a baker. Anna never thought she'd be marrying a baker.

She held his hands, and only nodded to her "I do". Elsa wasn't even at the wedding. A tear built up in her eye as the priest began to proclaim them officially as husband and wife. True love, he said. Hah....what was true love anymore?

The kind that slammed the doors open with her powerful magic and cried out "I OBJECT!" at the entrance at the chapel, that's what. Anna turned and gasped to see her sister, a soft, sad smile growing into something more dazzling. 

"Your neck’s really sensitive…"