Frozen Beyond [gxg]

Short Story: Is This a Bad Time?

"Ouch, too hard. Softer. Tskkk," Keahi hissed as her voice echoed throughout the foyer. "Your hands are ice and that's sensitive."

"You've always said you liked how cold my hands were?" Elsa retorted.

"I do," Keahi tried to quickly correct, a groan escaping her lips.

"Maybe we should lay on the floor, I can't get a good angle." Elsa murmured, slightly frustrated, "if you didn't fight..."

"It's sore." Keahi whined.

"Hey Ah Ha!" Olaf called from the hall, waltzing into the fire lit room, a icy breeze from the balcony drifted in to make it a comfortable temperature. Not too hot, not too cold.

Olaf stopped and gasped, his voice squeaking, "Oh, is this a bad time?" He asked with an embarrassed but slightly confused giggle.

"What's the matter?" Kristoff and Anna's voice asked in unison as they came down the hall to stand beside Olaf.

All three glanced towards the couch. Kristoff covered Anna's eyes.

"I think they are wrestling. I want to play!" Olaf announced into the silence of the room.

Elsa looked up at the trip with wide owl eyes. She was straddling Keahi, although Keahi was facedown on the floor and both were fully clothed.

Heat flushed Elsa's cheeks when she realized what three, well, what Anna and Kristoff, thought was going on.

She leapt up, hands savaging frantically in front of her. "Keahi pulled a muscle in her back." She explained.

"Is that what they call it now?" Kristoff grinned.

Anna moves his bulky hand from her eyes and cleared her throat, laughing unsure and nervously. "I was wondering, I was going to say your doing it wrong."

"Alllllright feisty pants lets go." Kristoff announced, putting his hands on her shoulders to steer Anna out.

Elsa chewer her lower lip, absolutely mortified by the situation. "Tell them Keahi." She whispered.

Keahi turned to lay on her side on the couch, propping herself up. A mischievous grin broke out on her lips. But it faded when Keahi looked back at her. Whatever mischievous words she was going to say, died on her tongue and she rolled her eyes and groaned.

Elsa held her breath. She hoped nothing absurd came from Keahi.

"The doc said I needed to ice my back, who else other than Elsa's frosty hands?" Keahi laughed, wiggling her fingers.

Elsa finally breathed. "See?"

Anna leaned back to peek in just as Kristoff towed her out of the room. "I'm not buying it!" She announced before Kristoff managed to drag her off.

Elsa sat on the edge of the couch and sunk back into it. "Thank you," she finally whispered, closing her eyes.

"For what?"

"Not saying something absurd." Elsa bounced back.

"Oh," Keahi stopped to think for a moment. "I don't take pleasure in making you even more uncomfortable than you already are."

Elsa glanced over at Keahi, sitting up and motioning for Keahi to roll over on her stomach. When she did, she leaned over and put her hands on Keahi's lower back where ice started to form. A moment later, it began to melt and trickle over Keahi's back. The woman stiffened.

"So cold." She complained.

Elsa scowled, "you don't really think my hands are too cold do you?" She looked down at her hands, flexing them. "As my power grows I find it harder to keep my body from being cold."

Keahi pulled her shirt down and swung her legs around so she was sitting up, crushing herself against Elsa, wrapping her arms around her. "I think your just the right temperature."