Kicking things off with some overly expository snugglin'. Enjoy.

Day 1: Cuddles

The trip home had been almost longer than the initial voyage, and despite contradictory evidence Elsa decided that it was in fact longer. Much longer.

But worse was the ride back to the castle; her legs seemed to have forgotten how to walk on land, and the carriage kept jostling her violently whenever she got comfortable. And she was tired-as tired as she had ever been, really. She'd never been away from Arendelle for more than a month of two, but counting the time spent travelling she had been away for…

Six months. Give or take.

Elsa groaned, resting her chin in her palm and staring out the window. It was getting dark already, but she could see the spires of the castle in the distance; and above all her discomfort there was one thing that had been bothering her more. Much more, in fact.

She missed Anna.

Missed her, in a deep, visceral way. It hadn't been as bad in the first couple of months, but towards the end of her engagement she had spent almost every waking minute thinking about Anna: what she was doing, her well-being, a few minor panic attacks at the idea that something might have happened to her in Elsa's absence, lying awake and missing their shared sleep. The trip home had been almost unbearable.

Although, apparently, they were a few days ahead of schedule. Not that it mattered, really.

Elsa disembarked to a quiet affair, a few servants taking her bags and offering her water and a meal. She declined.

"That's all well and good," Elsa fought hard to control her excitement, "but do you know where my sister is?"

"No one's seen her since yesterday, your majesty." The servant in question bowed, as if to apologize.

"We last saw her running off with the royal ice master, yesterday morning," another servant chimed in.

Elsa sighed. At least Anna wasn't in any danger, even if she had to wait to see her until god knew when.

"Then if you'll excuse me, I'll be in the library."

She figured reading would take her mind off of Anna, since going to sleep didn't seem like a viable option any more. The servants bowed and dispersed.

The library wasn't terribly far from the front gates, and Elsa was motivated to sit on something that wasn't moving, so she reached the doorway rather quickly. She noticed, with some puzzlement, that the light of a fireplace flickered under the door. Did they start one for her already?

Elsa took in the familiarity of the place, sighing again in content. She definitely hadn't noticed that she missed the building itself, really, considering how fixated she was on seeing Anna again, but it was certainly comforting to be home. She walked down a row of shelves, tracing the spines of the old books she'd read a hundred times each, in search of something distracting.

She had a few minutes of quiet reflection before a pair of arms and a blessedly familiar warmth wrapped themselves around her.

"Anna," Elsa laughed, feeling as if a great weight had been lifted off of her chest. Anna murmured Elsa's name repeatedly into her neck.

"You, Elsa," Anna muttered, "are a whole week early."

"And that's a good thing, right?" Elsa placed her hands over Anna's, leaning back into her.

"I had this whole big plan for greeting you when you got back, you know? I had a dress picked out and everything. Totally ruined." Anna kissed the back of her head before holding her more tightly.

"Ruined," Elsa repeated. She felt the urge to kiss Anna more desperately than in all their time apart.

"Totally." Anna let go of Elsa, and she turned to face her for the first time in months. She was dressed in her sleepwear, her hair undone, and looked somewhat haggard, but she was still Anna, her Anna, and she was actually there.

"I missed you," Elsa said, words failing her somehow, "a lot."

"Me too. A lot, actually."

Anna pulled her in for a kiss. It was soft but without hesitation; the very definition of her, and it was exactly what Elsa had needed.

"Remind me never to accept invitations to summits anymore," Elsa said, smiling. Anna just smiled back and took her hand, leading her towards the fireplace.

"You better not, as long as you plan on going alone," Anna pulled her down to sit on the couch beside her, and Elsa happily obliged.

Anna giggled in surprise when Elsa spontaneously flopped over dragging Anna down with her. She held onto her like she was going to drift away-as if the months (years, even) of physical separation could be made up for. Anna was soft and warm and smelled like something earthy and alive, her hair brushing against Elsa's neck and her chest rumbling with laughter.

"Elsa, I think you're gonna squish me." Anna finally said, through fits of unrestrained joy.

"Mmhmm." She repositioned herself such that Anna was using her arm as a pillow and her free hand was rubbing her shoulder affectionately. Anna snuggled in closer regardless.

"Better," she mumbled.

"Anything for you, my princess," Elsa whispered, kissing her ear, making Anna blush and fidget.

"You're such a dork," Anna laughed again.

"Technically it's true, though isn't it?" Elsa smirked.

Anna turned over, her still-pink face no more than an inch from Elsa's. This time Elsa found herself flushing at the sparkle in Anna's eyes (god, they were luminous, had she forgotten that?)

"Which part?" Anna asked, "me being a princess, you being a dork," she smirked, "or my being yours?"