Anna cannot believe this is real.

Elsa is so beautiful. Her hair is golden like wheat, her braid settled gently over her bosom. Her breasts are supple, with ruddy nipples. Her skin is the pale pink hue of a blossoming dawn. Anna's eyes glide over her sister's stomach – soft and smooth, the color of rosewater from across the seas, with a perfect navel. Anna bites her lip gazing down at the gold between her sister's legs, so flustered…

But Elsa seems anxious as well – meek as a fawn new to the meadow. She laughs lightly, trying to shake off the uneasiness of their mutual nakedness – and soon Anna is laughing as well. Each one's laughter is a comfort to the other, a sweet music that ripples through them, loosening their bodies and uncoiling their spirits.

Anna feels almost ready to melt when she feels her sister's hand, silky as a flower in bloom, brush against her cheek. She has longed for Elsa's touch for so many years… and now… in intimacy so intense… she is in awe. Elsa slips a finger ever so gently… ever so sensually… into Anna's mouth. Anna suckles on the fingertip, a soft whimper rising from her belly…

They spend the rest of the night exploring, learning… coming to know one another.