Disclaimer: I don't own Frozen.
A book flew over Anna's head.
"You complete and utter moron!"
She dodged something else that she couldn't recognize because of its high velocity, and she really hoped the crack and crash she heard wasn't her Joan of Arc painting.
Anna shakily smiled as she put her hands up in mock surrender. "Elsa, honey, sweetie, why don't we just take a deep breath, alright? Just calm down—"
"Do you have any idea what the words 'self-preservation' mean?!" Elsa snarled. Anna used her desk to keep some distance between her and the furious blonde, side-stepping when her counterpart tried to round it. Luckily, she was too slow to catch her because of her injuries, otherwise Anna wouldn't have stood a chance.
It turned out that Elsa had been quite drugged when Anna visited her in the East tower two hours ago. She had fallen asleep (passed out, really) in her arms, and Kristoff helped carry her out of her cell-like room and into Anna's so the two of them could lay together on her much bigger mattress.
It was actually quite endearing, cuddling with her while she slept.
But…when she woke up….
Elsa's growl deepened, and Anna squeaked a whimper when she saw that she had armed herself with another book. "Get back here, Anna, so I can beat some sense into you!"
Anna nervously laughed. "Now, now, let's not do anything we might regr—Woah!" She barely dodged an inkwell that shattered against the wall behind her.
Teal eyes glanced at the ink splattered over the wallpaper before meeting raging arctic blue. "O-Okay, Elsa. Just…Just calm down, okay? I can see you're kindof mad—"
"Kindof?!" The fact that Elsa had to lean against the desk for support didn't make her any less terrifying. Anna would've offered a hand to help her if she didn't one-hundred-percent believe that Elsa would bite her. "I was kindof mad when you ran off into the woods in the middle of the night. I was kindof mad when you cheated me in chess. I am not kindof mad right now, princess," she spat. She leaned across the desk and jabbed Anna's chest. "What you did required a special kind of stupid that I didn't think existed before now! I told you to stay away! I told you! And what did you do?! You charged right onto the fjord! And then you…a-and then you…"
Elsa closed her eyes, her face strained into a tight-lipped scowl and her good hand balling into a white fist. Anna could hear her attempts to slow her angry breathing.
The redhead let her hands fall to her sides. "Elsa, I get that you're upset, but I'm not going to apologize for what I did."
"You're really going to stand there and try to justify throwing your life away like that?" Elsa scoffed. "I thought I lost you, Anna. Don't ever do anything like that again. Ever."
"What, and you can? I did what I did because I wanted to do it and because it was the right thing to do. If I didn't, then I would have lost you."
Elsa's face was a bloody shade of red, and her growl ground against Anna's nerves like a sword on a whetstone. "You're more important! Can't you see that?!"
"What?" Anna balked. "What the hell makes you think that my life is worth more than yours?"
"What makes you think that mine is worth anything at all?!"
Anna's breath caught in her throat. The ensuing silence filled her chest with pins and needles.
Elsa glared at her, growling and seething until she realized what she had said. She sloppily leaned against the wall, and something cold shot through Anna's blood when her pale features retreated into a deep scowl.
"Elsa…," she breathed. "How could you say something like that?"
Elsa closed her eyes. Her voice was suddenly very small. "Just…Just promise me you'll never do anything like that again. Please."
Anna hesitated as her words sunk in. Then she rounded the desk and gently held Elsa's upper arm. "Is this why you haven't been listening to Dr. Geri? Or Kristoff?"
Elsa's jaw tightened, muscles drawing to attention under the thick bandage on her cheek. "Anna…" she ground out. "Just drop it. Please. I'm sorry, okay?"
Anna's grip tightened. "Like hell I'm going to drop it. If you think I am, then you've gone insane."
Elsa's shoulders rose to her ears. "Anna—" Her attempts to shake Anna's hand were useless. "I said it, I regretted it, and I apologized. There. It's over. It's done with. The past is in the past. Can't we just sit down and enjoy the fact that you're alive?"
"Past? You literally just said it thirty seconds ago," Anna said, her voice dripping with stubborn concern. "Elsa, talk to me. What's going on?"
Elsa's head dropped to her chest, and she wrapped her good arm around her middle.
Anna's brow furrowed. She stepped in front of the blonde so she had no choice but to look at her. "Is it because of what happed with Hans?" she gently but firmly asked. "Because of what happened on the fjord?"
Elsa recoiled like the words were a hot poker. "Anna—"
"Kristoff told me about what happened with Ska—"
"STOP!" Elsa yelled, trying to cover her ears but settling with grabbing a fistful of her hair.
Anna stepped back. She watched Elsa try to curl in on herself, retreating like a turtle trying to burrow itself in its shell.
Her heart sank to her stomach.
"Just…please, Anna…" Elsa's voice was almost shaking. "…I…I don't—" She swallowed thickly, and her tightly shut eyes started to grow red.
Nothing happened for a long minute. The longer Anna stood and watched her, the more she saw the cracks in Elsa's face deepen and fall away. She had only exploded like this once before, and she looked like she was close to breaking again.
It shouldn't have surprised her—Kristoff told her about the stress she's been dealing with for the past week.
Anna took a deep breath, slowly exhaling. She felt Elsa's eyes on her back as she strode to the bed and tore off the largest of the blankets. She threw it in front of the fireplace where the large flames' orange glow blended with the setting sunlight coming through the balcony's glass doors.
She appeared in front of the blonde with a straight face and an offered hand. "Come on."
Blue eyes blinked at her. "What?"
"Come on, Elsa," Anna quietly replied. She lifted Elsa's good arm across her shoulders, noting how she easily submitted herself to being manhandled into a sitting position in front of the fire. Elsa abruptly drew her knees to her chest after she let her go. Anna sat beside her and wrapped the two of them in the thick blanket.
The air was awkward and filled with the fire's loud snapping. Anna scooted closer to the shape-shifter so that their sides brushed. Some of the tension deflated from Elsa's shoulders.
"Are…Are you still mad at me?" Anna hesitantly asked. She looked at Elsa, but the blonde was staring at the fire. The light reflected in her eyes very strangely if caught at the right angle.
"I was never mad at you, Anna," she mumbled.
"Are you sure?"
"What were you then?"
Elsa inhaled like she was going to say something, but silenced herself with a sigh. Anna didn't miss the way she shyly started to lean against her.
"Elsa, are you okay?"
"I'm fine." Elsa glanced at her. When she met Anna's eyes, she looked away and drew her knees tighter to her chest. "I'm just…I'm just tired, Anna."
Anna pulled the blanket closer around them, fiddling with the end of her sleeve. "I'm sorry for getting all worked up. I just woke up from…," she paused to swallow the words that got caught in her throat, "…a-and the last thing I remember is you almost, ya know, dying. Like, literally. It's still a bit hard to believe that we're both in the castle right now and not still on the fjord. Part of me is afraid that I'm stuck in some really nice dream, honestly."
Elsa said nothing, her face an unreadable mask.
Anna's shoulders sagged. "Elsa, please talk to me."
The blonde didn't look at her. "What do you want me to say, Anna." It wasn't a question. She didn't expect an answer.
Anna shifted so she was partially facing her. "You can't say what you just said and expect me to let it go. Come on, Elsa. Please. I want to help, but I don't know how."
Elsa's brow lowered low over her eyes, and her nails dug into her calf.
Realization overcame Anna like a bucket of cold water.
This was all her fault.
Elsa got caught by Crow because of her.
Elsa was tormented by Hans because of her.
Elsa had to kill her mom because of her.
Elsa was letting herself wither away to nothing because of her.
"I'm sorry, Elsa. This is all my fault. I-I should've seen what Hans was plotting. I shouldn't have trusted him. I shouldn't have gotten mad at you—I should've trusted you." Anna bit her lip to keep it from quivering. "I said I would keep you safe, but I didn't. I failed you and your mother and my father and Arendelle…and I'm sorry."
Elsa lifted her head, serious concern being the only emotion to break her mask. "None of this is your fault, Anna."
"Then why won't you tell me what's wrong?" Anna whimpered, her voice threatening to crack. "You're shutting me out, and I don't know why. I can't bear seeing you tear yourself apart like this."
Elsa fidgeted. She bit back a wince when she accidentally jarred her broken arm. "I'm sorry, Anna. I just…I'm sorry. Ever since… since t-then, I've been so scared and angry and empty and I—I felt everything at once until I couldn't feel anything at all, and…and I just can't think about it anymore. I just can't…I just can't."
Anna stabbed and killed the urge to pull the blonde into a hug. She wanted so badly to hold her close and tell her how much she loved her and how much she shouldn't be feeling this way. She managed to restrain herself into gently leaning against her and laying a hand on Elsa's knee.
"I won't pretend to understand what you're feeling, but I'm here, okay? You're not alone. You're never alone, Elsa." When Elsa uncurled fractionally, Anna grasped her free hand, letting her freckled cheek touch her shoulder. "I'll be right here, okay? If you wanna talk, then I'll listen. If you wanna wait, then I'll wait. Always. Just like you've done for me."
"Anna…I…" Elsa's heavy voice made Anna lift her head. The blonde's grip on her hand became almost painful. "I thought you were dead. You were dead. Because of me. And I couldn't…I-I killed my own mother, Anna. I…I killed her. I didn't want to—but I did want to—I had to—and I just…I k-killed my m-mom…"
She hid her face in her knees, and Anna gently but urgently wrapped her arms around her shoulders.
"You didn't kill her, Elsa," she said. "Your mother passed away a long time ago. If anything, you freed her from the hell that Hans condemned her to. You did nothing wrong, and you didn't kill her." Tan fingers gently scratched her side. "And I'm fine, Elsa. I'm right here. Please, please don't think that I d—that what happened to me was your fault. I chose to do it, please remember that. If my legacy is to throw myself over a sword to save your life, then so be it."
Elsa's tensed muscles made her tremble, and Anna felt her silently hiccup. The princess cursed the veil that made her vision blurry. Seeing the shape-shifter like this and being unable to help her fight her personal demons ripped her heart in half like a piece of sodden paper.
"I've got you, now. And whatever happens, I swear that I am and will always be your friend," Anna said. "I want to help you—probably not in the way you want—and I will always be here. I will never push you away. Just please don't shut me out again. I can't help you if you shut me out."
Anna pulled back, holding Elsa's face and rubbing away the few tears that fell from her closed eyes. "You are amazing—," she gently kissed her brow, "—and kind beyond measure—," she kissed her right cheek, "—and the best-hug-giver in the entire world—," she ended with a lingering kiss to her left cheek, right above the thick bandage, before pulling away, "—and I love you."
Arctic blue finally opened, and Anna felt a mountain's weight lift from her shoulders when she saw the storm clear in Elsa's eyes. The blonde looked at her with wide pupils swimming with an adoration that made her chest ache.
Elsa leaned in for a kiss, and Anna paused in surprise before melting into the sudden contact.
When they separated, arctic blue held teal on its wavelength. "Thank you, Anna. I…just thank you." Elsa pressed her forehead to Anna's.
Anna's face broke into a large smile which reflected on Elsa's as soon as the blonde saw it. They both wanted to say things that words couldn't come close to describing, so they let their attempts at sentences dissolve into quiet laughs that mingled between them.
One hour and six chocolate croissants later, they were still sitting in front of the fire.
Anna relaxed against Elsa's chest. She fought to keep her eyes open, the late hour and the warmth of the fire and the human furnace wrapped around her making the task exceptionally hard. Elsa's splinted arm rested over her lap while the other wound snuggly around her waist.
"So…," Anna began, almost laughing when she felt Elsa's throaty purr suddenly rise three octaves when she broke the silence they had been sitting in. "…How are you liking the castle? Like, the good bits, I mean."
Elsa re-situated her head on Anna's shoulder until she found a suitable spot that had her cheek pressed to the princess' temple. Anna could practically feel her playful smirk. "You mean compared to sleeping in a cave?" Elsa asked, her voice husky with sleepiness and lazy content. "It's a bit of an upgrade. The beds are nice, I suppose."
"Jeez, someone has high standards. I'm sorry our hovel doesn't appeal to your tastes."
Elsa hummed, tightening her grip on her waist to bring her flush against her chest. "I am satisfied with nothing but the best the world has to offer."
Anna rolled her eyes. She let herself fidget with the bandage securing the splint to Elsa's arm, and she only then noticed that the blonde was wearing pants that were at least three sizes too big for her. She was barefoot like usual with a linen wrapping around her chest to accommodate some of the bandages that had to wrap around her torso. If she had to guess from the subtle odor and greenish hue, she would say that the pants were Kristoff's.
"We need to get you fitted for some clothes. Proper clothes."
Elsa quietly groaned. "Do I have to?"
"Yes, Elsa, you have to. Kristoff's things are perpetually stinky, and I doubt any of my things would come remotely close to fitting you."
"Hm? And why is that?"
"I don't know if you are aware of this, but I am quite petite, sweetheart."
"Really?" Elsa drawled. She smirked against her neck. "I had no idea in our near year of companionship that you were shorter than me."
Anna crossed her arms. "Must you be such a smartass?"
"That's me. Sweetheart and smartass. Aren't you lucky to get the package deal."
Anna grumbled while she pulled the blanket closer around them. It was nearly black in the room without the fire's light.
Elsa's hesitant voice caught Anna's immediate attention.
"What's going to happen tomorrow?"
The princess opened her mouth, expecting the words to come since the answer seemed obvious. She would have to go to a dozen and a half meetings and presume oversight of the relief efforts in the capital.
But…what about Elsa?
The blonde had to stay in the castle, of course. Until she got better, at least.
Anna's stomach flipped. What was going to happen?
"I…I don't know, Elsa. I have to do everything my father usually does because he isn't awake. Neither of us can go outside—Dr. Geri's orders. And…well…" She fidgeted. "It'll be fine, though. I'll figure something out. Yeah. I'll do that. Don't you worry, alright?" She turned so she could catch Elsa's face in her periphery. "Just promise me no magic in the castle. At least, not right now. Ya know, because of all the construction being done everywhere and you being all hurt and stuff."
"Y-Yeah." Elsa forced a laugh. "I promise. No magic."
Anna smiled at her, but they both turned to the door when something ground against it. It sounded like knives being dragged across granite.
Anna tried to get up and answer, but Elsa's tightened grip kept her firmly in place.
"Elsa, let me go."
Elsa hid her face in her shoulder. "Nooooo…"
"I have to answer it. Come on." She patted the blonde's good arm.
Elsa lifted her head and looked at her with wide blue eyes. "But…my pillow."
Teal orbs rolled towards the gods. "Come on, ya big baby." Anna stood after Elsa's grip reluctantly loosened. The blonde groaned at the loss, but was startled when the thick cushion from the neighboring armchair was forced into her arms. She glared at Anna's blinding smile and begrudgingly pulled her redhead's substitute close to her chest.
Elsa's glare at the fire as a sign of silent protest was pulled away when Anna squealed, and an unfortunately familiar scent made her skin crawl.
Anna closed the door and strode towards her with that obnoxiously furry creature in her arms. It purred and meowed in its annoying high-pitch while it rubbed its muzzle over Anna's face. The princess laughed, but a growl simmered in Elsa's chest as they drew closer.
Anna paused, looking at her in confusion. Arctic blue glared daggers at the cat that just then noticed her and squirmed to be let down so it could run to her. "Snowgieee…" Anna whined when the creature finally freed itself. It landed on its too-short feet and trotted towards the blonde.
Elsa snarled, baring her canines. The cat just stared at her with doe-like eyes and meowed several greetings before circling her, trying to find a way into the blanket fortress that Elsa tightly wrapped around herself.
"Anna, get him out of here. Now."
Anna wasn't paying attention. She was too busy 'awing' at how Snowgie was batting at her ponytail. "Aw, he likes you, Elsa."
Elsa tightened the blanket, pulling it up and burying herself so that only her eyes and the top of her head were visible. "Either you take him out or I'm throwing him out the window."
"Hey, no threatening the cat," Anna scolded, barely resisting a laugh. She picked Snowgie up. "You're just trying to be her friend, aren't you? She's just being a mean ol' grump, isn't she?"
Snowgie rubbed his muzzle against her face again, and Anna could feel the raw glare Elsa was shooting him.
The princess paused. Wait. Is she… She watched Elsa cock her jaw and furrow her brow.
"Are you…Are you jealous?"
Fire lit beneath Elsa's cheeks. She made several noises that Anna couldn't hope to discern the meaning of. Elsa must have meant for her to understand them, because she glanced between her and Snowgie several times before she snarled and turned her back to them.
Elsa muffled something into the blanket.
"What was that?" Anna asked. She was desperately trying not to laugh, but her voice shook with quirked octaves.
"I'm not jealous."
"I-It's okay if you are." The princess' lungs felt ready to burst. "I mean, he's really…he's really quite the ladies man—"
Anna broke into uncontrollable laughter. She couldn't help it. She knew that cats didn't get along, usually, because that's just what cats did, but she never thought that Elsa, a shape-shifting tiger-woman-sorceress, would feel the same.
The princess finally ushered Snowgie back into the hall. She was just regaining her breath when she returned to Elsa's side.
"Oh, come on, Elsa. I'm sorry for laughing," she said through a battle against giggles. She touched Elsa's shoulder, and blue eyes emerged from the thick duvet.
"Don't look at me like that." Anna opened her arms. "Come 'ere."
"You're mean to me."
"I said I was sorry, didn't I? And I put Snowgie out just like you asked."
Elsa was silent.
Anna huffed. "Fine. Be that way, then." She sat behind the blonde and situated herself into a comfortable position before she pulled Elsa's hair out of its ponytail. Anna felt her flinch in surprise, but she relaxed when tan fingers combed along her scalp and through her platinum locks.
"…I'll still mad at you."
"I'm sure you are." Anna pulled the blanket off the blonde so it wouldn't get in her way while she braided her hair.
Anna was finishing the braid when she again saw the black and teal poking out of the wrapping around Elsa's torso. She hesitated before gently shimmying down the wrapping, exposing Elsa's back down to the bottom of her shoulder-blades.
Anna sucked in an awed breath. She had seen tattoos before—it was a common practice among the castle guard—but she had never seen anything like this.
Stretching across Elsa's upper back and shoulders was a flourished rendering of the Arendelle crocus. The only difference between the royal crest and the intricate tattoo was that the tattoo's crocus was a deep shade of teal outlined in inky black instead of Arendelle's sigil colors. Black and teal ribbons curled and twisted around the detailed flower, a touch of majestic style that the royal crest lacked.
Anna brushed her fingers over it. It blanketed the scars riddled across Elsa's back, erasing their visible evidence, but she could still feel where they bulged or burrowed into her skin.
Elsa finally noticed what she was doing and looked at her from over her shoulder. "Oh, that. I almost forgot about that."
"It's beautiful…," Anna reverently said. She shook her head at the seemingly flawless inverse of color from the teal and black crocus to the black and teal designs. "But what is—"
Her face turned a fiery red, and she buried her face in her hands. Elsa rose a curious eyebrow and turned to partially face her.
"Oh my gods, this is so cheesy…"
Elsa cocked her head. "What does that mean?"
"Just…nevermind." Anna furiously rubbed her face before looking at Elsa's still very confused features.
The princess looked away, completely aware of the heat slipping down her neck and making it glow red. "It's just…Hans said that this thing—," she gestured to the streak of white in her loose hair, "—is a m-mark from you because you love me a-and Kristoff said that this thing on you means that we're soulmates or something and…and…"
Anna hid her face in her hands again. "It's just really cheesy, okay?"
Arctic blue blinked several times. The stages of understanding what Anna was saying as her mind processed her words was clearly seen in how Elsa's mouth transitioned from an understanding 'o' to a predatory smirk.
She stalked around Anna, sitting at her side. "So you're my mate, then?"
Anna was going to pass out if her face got any redder. "W-W-What?! No! Well, first of all, it's called soulmate, and that's not—I-It's just his theory, so it doesn't…I mean…"
Anna regretted trying to meet Elsa's eyes when she found the smug leer the blonde was giving her. Her eyes darkened and gleamed like a wolf's in a torch-light when it stalked a careless wanderer.
"What's wrong, Anna?" Elsa drawled. "You've only marked me~"
The teasing brought some of Anna's senses back to her. "Elsa, I'm human. I can't do anything like that. Not all of us are born with the power to shape-shift and shoot ice from our hands."
Elsa shrugged. "Well, then maybe it's my way of marking myself for you."
Anna crossed her arms. "Hmph. I don't need a lousy mark to know that you love me."
"Princess, it's teal. I'm pretty sure it's to show that you love me."
"Then why did it take so long to show up? Your 'mark' or whatever it is showed up on me months ago. When did it show up, anyways?"
"Gerda said that it was there when I first came to the castle. But…," Elsa glanced away, "…maybe it took so long to show up because you just didn't love me enough…"
"Pfft. Yeah right. You know I love you. It's probably because of some weird magic thing. I mean, maybe it had to account for human-you and big-cat-you? Oooh that'd be cool if it were on you both ways."
Elsa looked at her through half-lids. "Anna, that doesn't make any sense."
"Since when have I been under any obligation to make sense to you?"
Elsa looked at her for a long second before heartily laughing. Anna didn't let herself be stunned for too long by the stoic blonde's sudden outburst. Elsa was laughing, and the reason why didn't really matter.
"You're…Y-You're such a dork, you know that?" Elsa said through giggles, holding her abdomen.
Anna swooned, one hand clasped over her heart. "Me?! A dork?! How dare you! There will be consequences!"
Elsa's laughs were renewed when Anna pounced on her, gently pinned her back to the rug. She tickled the side of Elsa's ribs, surprised by the squeals she got in return.
Only after Elsa exhausted every possible form of escape and found herself on the verge of tears did she submit. "I'm sorry!" she pleaded. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Hahahahaha! Stop, stop, stop, stop!"
Anna withdrew her hand and watched Elsa's red face simmer back to its normal pale. Everything in that moment just seemed right, like things were back to the way they were and that everything was going to be okay. They were both alive, Elsa was smiling…everything felt like it was going to be fine, whatever tomorrow might bring.
Elsa arched an eyebrow. "What…?"
Anna almost had to shake her head to focus again. Her cheeks ached. "What? Oh, nothing."
"That face isn't nothing." Elsa pushed up on her good arm, forcing Anna to straddle her lap. "What's with the smile? You always have bad ideas when you have that smile. Most of which—all of which end with us getting into trouble."
Elsa thought that she heard Anna mumble a 'shut up' before she wound her arms around her neck and pulled her into a kiss. Her purr filled her chest, and she smirked again her lips.
Anna lost herself to the woman in her arms. Taut muscles were warm and firm against her, but Elsa's touch against the small of her back was gentle and cool.
They parted, and Anna cursed herself when she had to control her breathing while Elsa let her calm eyes roam her face.
"I have to stand corrected. That wasn't a bad idea at all," Elsa said, her voice smooth on Anna's ears.
Anna rose an eyebrow as she leaned in to give her retort, but a knocking on her door made her turn last minute to look in its direction. She hadn't realized her mistake until Elsa yelped and clutched her broken arm.
"Elsa! Are you okay?" Anna scrambled off of her. Elsa nodded, though her grimace betrayed her pain. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean—"
"No. It's my fault. I was kindof asking for it." Elsa flexed her hand to make a fist. She hissed out a deep breath, but her arm wasn't actually hurt beyond a bit of pain. "Go on. Go answer it." Elsa jutted her head towards the door.
After a last worrying glance at the blonde, Anna unlocked the door. Gerda greeted her on the other side. "Oh. Hi, Gerda."
The handmaid bowed her head. "Hello, Your Highness."
"Gerda, come on," the princess said, exasperated. She opened her arms.
Gerda glanced down either side of the hall before tightly hugging her. "Oh, it's so good to see you awake and well, Anna. You had me at the end of my wits with worry!"
Anna pulled back with a smile. "You and me both. And Elsa."
"Oh, is she in there with you?" Gerda peeked around her and answered her own question. "You've just saved me a hike across the castle, dear. Here, this is for her. It's her sleeping tonic." She handed her a brownish glass flask.
"Thanks, Gerda. Oh, and would you mind—"
"Making up the room in your antechamber for Elsa? Of course, dear." Gerda smiled knowingly. "It will be a little while, though. I need to fetch Kai to help me."
"Thanks a lot, Gerda. I really appreciate it."
"Of course. You're very welcome." The handmaid moved as if to walk away, but did a double-take. "I almost forgot. This is for you. Cormec said for me to deliver it." She handed Anna a letter. "Well, I'll leave you be, now."
Gerda gently squeezed her shoulder, but Anna countered with another hug before saying her goodbyes and shutting the door.
She placed the sleeping tonic on her dresser and opened her letter. It was a formal 'schedule' of sorts detailing what she would have to do tomorrow.
She sighed heavily, letting her hands and the letter fall onto her dresser.
A warm and bandaged arm silently winding around her waist brought her out of her reverie.
"Is everything okay?" Elsa asked.
Anna leaned against her, laying her hands over the blonde's. "Everything's fine. It was just Gerda delivering some stuff."
"I know that. I could hear you guys talking. Is everything okay with you?"
Anna turned in her arms, folding her arms under Elsa's and hugging her. "Yes, I'm fine, Elsa. Just a bit stressed out, is all. Everything's going to be okay, though."
Elsa made a small noise that comforted Anna's nerves. She rested her cheek in her hair, purring and gently nuzzling the red mass. Her ministrations subconsciously traveled lower until she was rubbing Anna's temple and then her cheek.
Anna had only to think for half a second about what Elsa was doing before it dawned on her. She slowly pulled away, and when she saw the shape-shifter's oblivious face, she broke down into another laughing fit.
"What?" Elsa innocently asked, brow furrowed. "What's so funny?"
Anna shook her head. She briefly thought about telling the blonde what she was doing apparently by instinct, but decided against it.
"Nothing, nothing. It's nothing, I swear." She wiped her eye with the back of her hand before hugging Elsa again. "I just love you, that's all."
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