Rubber Ducky, You're So Fine
"Pass the soap, please."
"Are you sure you want it? We all know how…clumsy you can be," Elsa said, waggling the object in front of her as Sofia rolled her eyes.
"Honestly; make one tiny mistake and pay for it for life." She was fairly sneering, which was something to behold, considering her hair was sticking in at least fifteen different directions, the color darkened to a rich honey from the bathwater.
"It wasn't a mistake, and we all know it," Anna said, working her hair into a lather. She had spent the majority of their time with her toes poking Elsa in the chest, which, while it made it easy to wash her feet, had slowed down the rest of their progress considerably.
Not that any of them minded. There was a reason they bathed at night, now.
"Keep your soap, then, I have other things to do." Sofia shifted a little, moving her long legs out from underneath her and then draping them over the side of the tub so she could dip her upper body back beneath the water. Anna licked her lips as a drop of water ran down her shin and trickled off her heel and onto the floor.
She came up for air, and there was a sudden blast of colored light.
Elsa sniggered into her hands as Sofia slowly turned her head toward her. Her ice had covered Sofia's hair in a sloping dome as well as the upper half of her face in fingerlike tendrils. Her frozen locks rattled together like stringy wind chimes whenever she moved.
"I have four words for you, your Majesty," Sofia said, her voice dropping into a dangerous register. "Hordes. Of. Ice. Spiders."
Elsa's eyes bulged.
The unfrozen water hit the rest of the bath with a great splash, and Sofia smirked, this time through her dripping bangs. She tilted her head back and shook her hair like a dog, laughing when Elsa shrieked and Anna spluttered, both sisters hurriedly covering their faces. She shoved a wave at the queen, who made an affronted noise and hugged herself, leaning away from the attack. "Hah! I knew you'd cave at the first hint of adversity."
"Adversity? That was torture! Sheer torture!"
"Not if they were fuzzy." Anna mimed picking up what surely was an offense against God and cuddling it against her face, her eyes fluttering shut as she imagined it kissing her, or something equally horrendous. "You just can't hate fuzzy things."
"When they've got four more legs than any creature should ever have I'll do whatever I please with them!"
"If you're done having a real meltdown over the thought of hypothetical arachnids, my back needs scrubbing. Preferably with your damn soap."
"You're lucky I like you," Elsa grumbled as she picked up the soap and smoothed it over Sofia's skin. She admittedly had rather nice shoulder blades. And the pleased humming helped. And her soft hair, and bright eyes, and-
Whipped. Utterly whipped.
And quite pleased with it, too.