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salmon_pinkTitle: In The Cold Of The Night
Fandom: Disney (Frozen)
Pairing: Anna/Elsa
Rating: PG
Words: 262
Notes: Incest. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
100_women, prompt "tears".
It makes her soul ache, to have Elsa trembling in her arms like this. To have a woman immune to the cold shivering uncontrollably in her embrace, teeth chattering and chest heaving and skin even paler than usual.
“You were -” Elsa gasps, breath laboured and voice a thin whisper. “You were gone, you were ice, I couldn’t help you!”
“It’s okay,” Anna murmurs softly, rubbing her hands over Elsa’s arms, trying to chafe warmth back into the flesh. “It’s okay, it was just a nightmare, I’m fine, I promise.”
Elsa nods slowly, but the shaking doesn’t stop, quiet little hiccupping sobs barely muffled into Anna’s shoulder. The nightmares aren’t every single night any more, but they’re still too often by far, the memory of Anna’s glassy, lifeless eyes still haunting Elsa’s dreams, no matter that their love broke the curse, that her heart was thawed by the bond between sisters.
In the nightmares, Anna remains frozen, lost to the darker side of Elsa’s power, and Elsa moans and claws at the air, drenched in sweat as she twists in the sheets, until Anna can worriedly coax her awake.
“Everything is okay,” Anna insists, lump in her throat but forcing her face and voice to remain calm and reassuring as she pulls back, fingers tilting Elsa’s chin up. Kissing Elsa’s face, her cheeks and nose and forehead and finally her lips, every touch a promise that she’ll never leave, that they’ll never be apart again, and Elsa leans into her, pressing close, fallen tears turning to ice and sparkling against her skin.
Fandom: Disney (Frozen)
Pairing: Anna/Elsa
Rating: PG
Words: 262
Notes: Incest. For
100_women, prompt "tears".It makes her soul ache, to have Elsa trembling in her arms like this. To have a woman immune to the cold shivering uncontrollably in her embrace, teeth chattering and chest heaving and skin even paler than usual.
“You were -” Elsa gasps, breath laboured and voice a thin whisper. “You were gone, you were ice, I couldn’t help you!”
“It’s okay,” Anna murmurs softly, rubbing her hands over Elsa’s arms, trying to chafe warmth back into the flesh. “It’s okay, it was just a nightmare, I’m fine, I promise.”
Elsa nods slowly, but the shaking doesn’t stop, quiet little hiccupping sobs barely muffled into Anna’s shoulder. The nightmares aren’t every single night any more, but they’re still too often by far, the memory of Anna’s glassy, lifeless eyes still haunting Elsa’s dreams, no matter that their love broke the curse, that her heart was thawed by the bond between sisters.
In the nightmares, Anna remains frozen, lost to the darker side of Elsa’s power, and Elsa moans and claws at the air, drenched in sweat as she twists in the sheets, until Anna can worriedly coax her awake.
“Everything is okay,” Anna insists, lump in her throat but forcing her face and voice to remain calm and reassuring as she pulls back, fingers tilting Elsa’s chin up. Kissing Elsa’s face, her cheeks and nose and forehead and finally her lips, every touch a promise that she’ll never leave, that they’ll never be apart again, and Elsa leans into her, pressing close, fallen tears turning to ice and sparkling against her skin.
