We’re Not Sisters (фемслэш)

“Wait!” His boots stomp over the grass. “Let’s not rush things, okay? You’re here already. And there’s a very simple way to convince me that you aren’t these two collectors I heard about.”
Elsa slows to a stop and permits herself a second of smirking. After donning her Ice Queen facade once more, she crosses her arms and turns around. “And that would be?”
He bares his teeth in a patronizing grin. “You just have to kiss each other.”