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The scent of lavender and vanilla wafted lazily around the room as the princess’s gentle hands massaged her sister’s pale, stiff skin. Glossing over the dusting of freckles with a foaming wash, hoping to wipe away the stress of the days commitments.
The two sisters sat front-facing in the castles master bathroom, where the queen’s chambers lay just beyond. Elsa, who enjoys the feel of the princess’ ministration, leans into the chaste touch.
Anna, who’s fingers were focused on sweeping, painfully slow, at a particularly tender spot, had set candles aglow, bathing them in a deep apricot warmth. Aside from the gently sloshing water that dampens their fair skin.
Elsa appreciated the kind gesture from her sister, who surprised her with the set-up just minutes prior.
“You deserve to relax, Els.”
The younger sister whispered, coaxing her into the sauna. The Aurora Borealis shining through the window over the slumbering town of Arendelle.
Elsa failed to forget the way the forest green silk of her sister’s gown was eased off Exposing a constellation of freckles, spattered along an otherwise blank canvas of tanned skin. The queen had always knows her own complexion was pale in comparison, but had never gotten the opportunity to appreciate how it complimented those heartbreakingly blue eyes. How feminine collarbones carved delicious curves along Anna’s shoulders. The younger had been practicing horseback riding, as well as fencing, and the effort showed. Blessing her with defined muscles along other, previously hidden, areas.
“You’re staring, Els.”
The princess informed, failing to hide the bend in her ruby lips. Elsa was quick to look away, a ruby shade of her own painting her cheeks. There was silence then, and panic almost convinced the queen to leave, and was instead met with her sister’s hands working at the lacing in her bodice.
The queen had never been this close to her sister. Not since the accident.
Anna’s hands were warm. She liked that. She could feel it through the sturdy fabric of her own regal gown. Choosing a more modern look to attend counsel meetings while the sky was still bright. A part of her mind thanked her for not wearing one crafted in ice, or it’d have melted just at the sight of her sister-er she meant… the temperature of the room.
Elsa wasn’t sure what to do, or where to look. Part of her fought to end this before it went too far.
Before she herself did something she’d regret.
Somehow, by the grace of Fraya, she allowed her sister to be closer to her, to touch her in a way she never has. Her heart was skipping nervous beats, the temperature in the room lessened.
Eventually they ended up meeting the mischievous princess’s end-goal, which is how they were now.
The froth has being washed from their hair, there happened to be a few awkward encounters when hands would reach certain spots that made Elsa jump and Anna shiver. Neither of them address it.
Anna doesn’t want to push her luck, having already leaped the distance between chaste kisses and… whatever this was. The princess felt honored to see the Queen Regnant, sovereign of their kingdom, who demanded the truth and was the rock of their family, in a state of raw vulnerability.
Her sister always had a gift, was a gift. And Anna wanted to cherish her until she herself saw it too. In the dim light, Elsa felt warmth, comfort, like she never has before.
Because with Anna, how could it be anything but.