She leaned her back against the door, then breathed in the smell of home. Home, with the scented candles that Anna loved so much (though Elsa would never understand them), the smell of freshly polished wooden floors, and the faint scent of whatever new soap was in the bathroom (Anna always made sure that their was a variety to them). There was a new scent as well, spaghetti (at least if Elsa was correct).

Elsa placed down her briefcase by the door, then took off her shoes. No one bothered with shoes in their place.

"Elsa!" Anna called from the kitchen.

"Yes?" She took off her coat, dark blue, business formal, and without a wrinkle in sight.

"How was your day?" It was the usual question.

"Long," she said. "It made me tired."

There was no point in trying to lie or sugar coat it. Elsa's wife always had a way of finding out the things that she wanted to know, and she probably had a lie detector built into her.

"Will you come tell me about it?" Another question per the usual, a warm reminder that Elsa hadn't accidentally stepped into the wrong house.

She smiled. "Of course."

The kitchen was warm, a relief from the weather outside. From the kitchen window, she could see outside of their home. Snow covered the world outside, blanketing it in white, and it seemed like it wouldn't stop falling for a good long while.

"So, have any funny stories for me?" Anna stood over a steaming pot, a wooden spoon in her hand.

Eying the items on the stove, Elsa learned that her earlier theory was true.

"We're eating spaghetti tonight. I decided to just do it simple." She smirked. "I hope that you weren't expecting a five star meal tonight."

Elsa chuckled. "I'd be fine with just about anything."

"Then I wish that I knew that earlier; I could have ordered pizza!"

Elsa shrugged. "That would have been fine by me. After the day I've had, anything sounds good. I'm exhausted." As if to prove her case, Elsa's stomach rumbled.

"You weren't lying about that." Anna looked back to her food.

Elsa eyed the rest of the kitchen, taking notice of the absence of toys and crayons left on the floor. Rather than being happy that she did not risk stepping on something, curiosity filled her. "Where's Olaf?"

"He's fine."

"Is he over at Kristoff's?"

"Yep!"

Then there was no need to worry. Kristoff was a good man, a kind neighbor who gladly allowed Olaf to come over and play. He genuinely enjoyed the boy's company, though Sven, Kristoff's dog, enjoyed him even more. The boy and the dog were almost inseparable, and always seemed to be causing some sort of mischief.

"Will he be coming home for dinner?" Some nights he stayed at Kristoff's, eating whatever the man made. Usually, he could convince the boy to eat something neither of his mothers could.

"No," Anna said. "I actually wanted the night alone with you."

"You did?"

Anna leaned forward, then quickly kissed Elsa on the lips. "Of course I did. We haven't had much alone time in a while, so I decided to fix that."

Elsa considered leaning in and stealing a kiss of her own, but Anna turned back to the stove.

"Would you mind grabbing me two bowls from the cabinet? Dinner is nearly ready."