Disclaimer: Frozen is not mine.

"Elsa," You call from the kitchen and she's there immediately, book tucked under her arm and eyes bright and blue.

"Yes, Anna?" Elsa hums indulgently, arms winding around you from behind, chin resting on your shoulder. Her temple rests against your head, and you close your eyes to revel in her touch. Elsa laughs and squeezes you closer, turning her head, nose tracing your jawline. "Anna.."

You smile warmly and can't help but steal a kiss, hand tangling through messy blonde hair. "I found something."

"And what did you find?" She murmurs, curious and amused at your excited tone.

"Twin strawberries," You breathe out with a brilliant grin, holding up the odd little thing you found among the others.

"I've read about those," Elsa replies, and of course she has. Your fingers trace the nape of her neck, urging her to continue. She smiles and seems grateful for your touch. "Apparently, if two people share the strawberry, they'll fall in love with eachother."

Your eyes fall to the strawberry before meeting hers and you flutter your eyelashes, a hopeful grin on your face.

"Whatever for?" She asks with a tilt of her head, eyes boring into yours with that same look she always has.

"Just to make sure," You reply, taking one half of the strawberry into your mouth, peering expectantly up at her.

"You're so silly," Elsa tells you, but she smiles and kisses you as she takes the other half. You barely have enough time to close your eyes before she's pulling away again.

"Fall in love with me yet?" You ask with a cheeky smile, admiring the sudden redness of her cheeks. She laughs but kisses you once more, lips warm against yours.

"Impossibly so."

There are days when she thinks that you don't notice.

She hides her stumbles with a firm hand to the wall, disguises rubbing her temple with tucking hair behind her ear and masks dizziness with a sudden need to have you against her. You hold your tongue because she hates to worry you, but you do, regardless.

You worry that her hand will no longer steady her. You worry that she will no longer bother tucking her hair behind her ear. You worry that the next moment she holds you in her arms will be the last time she will.

You cling to her, and pray earnestly to the Gods - any gods, the same Gods that you wished and hoped from the first time Elsa was taken from you. Now, as you tuck your head under her chin and curl your fingers into her shirt, wish they won't take her away a second time around.

Your breathing is labored as you trace her scar again, a single line stretching across the length of her hand.

She looks down out you, chest heaving, face flushed and fingers finally loosening their hold on the frozen sheets beneath you. You smile and press a light kiss to her hip before following the marks leading back to her lips. Elsa kisses you deeply then, and you sink against her, breathing in the declarations of love she sighs into your tender kiss. Your leg hooks around hers and her hand presses insistently into your back and you begin to wonder if you'll ever find where Elsa begins and where you end.

"Why do you do it?" Elsa whispers against your ear, eyes closed, a pleased smile on her face. You nuzzle against her, fingertips still absently brushing over the single lone scar marring her skin.

"I don't know," you reply just as quietly, afraid to shatter the sudden stillness that falls over the room. "It reminds me that you're still here."

"I'm not going anywhere, Anna," she tells you in a soft, near inaudible voice. "I promise."

You hold her close, and hope that out of all of your promises, she keeps this one.

When you pack up your things, you find Elsa's little red book.

It falls on your head when you bump into her desk and you find the letters - more letters - spilling out. Elsa's father, a man you used to trust and admire, stands by the doorway and you don't have another moment to think so you take it. You tuck it into your jacket, close up the last box and tell him you're ready.

But you don't think you'll ever be ready to leave Elsa behind.

On the train, running away - you're always running away - you open the book. There, hidden among the margins and between the spaces between the sentences, Elsa bares her soul to you. In bright blue ink, she writes and writes and writes. For you. To you.

'Dear Anna,

People sometimes say that others make them weak to the knees.

When you kissed me for the first time, you made me forget I had knees at all.

I would give anything up just to feel that again.

Forever yours,

Elsa.'

Only then do you cry, your quiet sobs filling the empty cabin.

Even then, you can't help the selfish thought of wishing Elsa was there to pull you into her arms and tell you everything was going to be okay.

Hey everyone!

It's been a while, huh? I'm so very sorry for being so absent, but even though I have the chapter mapped in my head, it's much harder to actually put it all down in words. I hope this can make up for it, even just a little.. Though it is more angst than fluff. Whoops.

Anyway! I wanted to thank all you, my precious readers, because you're all so patient and I've read all of your reviews and seen all of the favorites and I cannot thank you enough. I can only hope to bring you the chapter you deserve.