A/N: Here's the second prompt. It's short, but hopefully you enjoy it.

Happy Valentine's Day!

Warnings: None that I know of.
Word Count: 1854 words.


It was exactly 00:30 when Anna's plane finally landed.

She straightened in her seat, resisting the urge to stretch out her stiff limbs in the small space. The man next to her smiled apologetically, and she smiled back, hoping that the dull look in her eyes didn't give him the wrong message. It didn't seem to, and as the rest of the passengers moved as patiently and orderly as passengers on a plane past midnight could, he made sure to quicken his own efforts to keep her from waiting too long.

She really appreciated it.

Anna took her bags, left the plane, and made her way into the airport. She groaned. She wasn't looking forward to any more waiting on her feet as she fought off the rising wave of anxiety and complete exhaustion. But at least the first thing to greet her back home was her big brother, smiling his crooked grin and holding out a bag of McDonald's for her.

"You're a life saver," she said as she traded a bag over for the hot meal.

"It's what I do," Kristoff responded as he threw the bag his shoulder. He looked her over, smiled and said, "You look awful."

"Thanks, Kris. You, too."

He shrugged. "Probably. I haven't had a good look in the mirror lately."

"Probably because it cracked when you stood in front of it."

Kristoff shouldered her a bit too roughly for her exhausted state of mind and she almost flopped down onto the ground. She would have lain there forever, too. Instead, she wobbled dangerously before righting herself and shoving her brother right back. He was too big to knock down but he did teeter a bit and Anna felt satisfied with that.

"You ready to go?"

Anna felt the smile drop from her face and the food turned to ash in her mouth. She chewed the rest of it slowly, mechanically, before swallowing and nodding. "Yeah, let's go." She had to work hard to gets the word out, and even then, her voice left as a rasp.

Kristoff wrapped her in a one-armed bear hug that only someone of his size could pull off. "Don't worry, Feisty Pants, everything's alright. Elsa's even more cranky than usual, but I guess that's to be expected."

Anna would have reprimanded him but the wave of anxiety had returned and she was too focused on regulating her breathing so she didn't pass out in the middle of the airport. That'd be one way to have a homecoming—ending her deployment only to have a panic attack and pass out mere minutes after her flight landed because she was too scared of seeing her goddamn kid. Thank god for Kristoff supporting her because otherwise she wouldn't have been able to move her legs.

"Have you seen him?"

"Of course," Kristoff said nonchalantly, and Anna felt her insides twist with guilt. "Otherwise I'd be a pretty shitty uncle." He laughed, but trailed off when he noticed Anna's glum silence. Clearing his throat, he rubbed the back of his neck once before returning his arm around Anna's shoulders. "I didn't mean it like that, sorry. You've got nothing to worry about, though, little sis—you'll be a great mother."

"Kristoff, I don't know the first thing about raising a kid."

"Does anyone who's a first-time parent know—okay, maybe this is the wrong thing for me to say, but still—"

"I'm the wrong person to be a parent, Kristoff, I've only seen him through pictures, and that was months ago. And how often will I be around for him anyways? I mean..." Anna bit her lip, shoulders rising to her ears. "Is he even going to see me as a mother?"

Kristoff sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I'm sure it's gonna be scary shit at first, but you'll get the handle of it. And Elsa will, too. I know that sounds really shitty—I've never been good at giving advice. But just... hang in there. Things will fall into place."

Anna bit her lip, her brow furrowing. She fiddled with the hem of her uniform before taking her cap off and running a trembling hand through her strawberry-blonde hair, mussing up her otherwise perfect bun. Sighing, her whole body shaking, her mouth dry, she only nodded and followed after Kristoff.

The rest of their time in the airport passed by without much else to comment on. Anna was lost in her thoughts and Kristoff seemed to deem it best to not intervene. Still, he would send her an encouraging smile, or hug her tight, and that gradually lifted her spirits up every time. By the time they got out into the parking lot about thirty minutes later, she was feeling well enough to try and psyche herself up.

You can do this, Bjorgman. You were ready... you were born ready.

Anna slid into the passenger seat, closed the door, and buckled herself in—and almost immediately fell asleep.


Anna wasn't sure what woke her up but all of a sudden she was aware of everything.

Her brother's truck hummed as it came to a gradual stop. She could hear Kristoff set the gears into park and the shift of clothing as he turned to gently shake her awake. His hand gently touched her shoulder and she opened her eyes.

"Anna? You awake, Sis?"

Her eyes fluttered, and she could feel herself nod off. Fighting off the need for more sleep, Anna shook her head a bit, smacking her lips as she mumbled, "We home yet?"

"Yeah, you're home. You want me to walk you in?"

It sounded awfully tempting but there was this feeling in the pit of her gut that gave Anna reason to pause. Reality started to sink back in as she scrounged around for the reason behind her hesitance and once it hit her, she was wide awake.

She yawned, stretched, cleared her throat. Shaking her head as she sat up, Anna flashed Kristoff a crooked grin. "No thanks, Bro, I got this. Besides, Elsa probably needs help with the... with the baby."

Baby.

Kristoff nodded, smiling tenderly. "Alright. You guys call though, if you need anything. Knowing me, I'll probably be up. Got a few projects to work on anyways."

"You and your computers..." Anna tried to slap his hand away when he went to shove her but instead her entire body was shoved into the door. "Ow... Kris..." She rubbed her shoulder. "I'm sore enough already.

"Sorry, Feisty Pants." He nodded towards the home that awaited her. "You better get in there. I'll head over in the morning, alright?"

Anna looked over at the silent house. She could see one light still on. She took a deep breath, nodded. "Alright."

Like I said... I was born ready.

Anna got out of the truck, grabbing all her bags and shutting the door behind her with her foot. She waved Kristoff off as best as she could with both hands full, then marched her way to the front door, listening to the engine of her brother's truck roar to life as he drove off. And then she was alone, standing on the dark front porch.

Here we go.

Anna was immediately greeted with the loud wails of a crying baby and her wife's voice humming a soothing melody. It seemed Elsa didn't hear Anna open and shut the door—and Anna didn't really expect her to. Her heart was sent racing at the sound of a screaming crying infant, and her wave of anxiety returned. She stood there in the entryway, taking several deep breaths.

She dropped her bags by the front door and made her way down the hallway. The crying got louder as she neared their bedroom, and she could hear exhaustion in her wife's voice as she practically begged their son to go back to sleep.

"Please, Olaf, please sleep, Mommy's so tired..."

Judging by the renewed vigor in his screaming, Olaf didn't intend to go to bed any time soon, Mommy's exhaustion be damned.

Okay, Anna, suck it up and go save your wife.

But Anna was frozen in front of the bedroom door. Her hands trembled but something else was welling up inside of her. Something sentimental and teary-eyed that made it hard to swallow the lump in her throat. Her heart was racing and now she could say it wasn't just nerves. It was something else.

It was like waiting to see Elsa in her wedding dress all over again.

Anna held her breath as she raised a trembling hand to the door.

knock knock knock-knock knock

"Elsa?"

She pushed the door open and saw her standing there across the room. Moonlight filtered in through the window into the emptied crib, and Elsa stood next to her, entire body seeming to sag with an invisible weight. Or maybe not entirely invisible, she thought as she watched her wife turn around slowly and she saw the crying baby in her trembling arms.

Elsa was staring at her now, face drawn and tired, dark circles lining her eyes. She looked like she was about to collapse any moment. But Anna's attention was, for the first time in forever, drawn away from her wife and focusing, instead, on the baby she held.

"Anna... you're home, you're finally home..."

She sent Elsa a crooked smile, not taking her eyes off of Olaf. Her heart was racing. "Do you need help?" She walked forward, arms outstretched. How on earth was she acting so calm? How did her voice not tremble, her hands not shake? How was she not collapsing into the floor that very minute?

"Please... I fed him, and changed him... and he won't stop crying..."

Anna gently took Olaf from Elsa's arms. Cradling him, softly, every voice in her head screaming at her that she was messing everything up, don't mess this up, support his head, you've gone over this several times before, you can do this, and she watched his face scrunch up as her erupted into more wailing.

"Hey... no more crying. Mama's here. I'm here."

Olaf quieted for a second, as if he could sense something different. He hiccoughed, his little hands flailing, his body trembling, and then his mouth stretched wide as he continued to cry.

"Shh... it's okay, Mama's here. Mama's got you."

The crying did not stop but it did seem to lessen, as Anna continued to hold him. A radiant smile grew on Anna's face.

"Elsa... he's... he's so precious... he's—"

When Anna turned her head to look at her wife, she found her sprawled on top of the covers, fast asleep and snoring lightly. Her whole body seemed at ease, the look on her face peaceful.

Oh.

Poor Elsa...

She tried to suppress a grin, but the emotions welled forth, and she couldn't help but laugh. Olaf was crying a little louder in her arms.

"Don't worry, little one, I'm here. I'll always be here."

Anna hummed a melody, rocking back and forth in a gentle rhythm, and watched her son eventually drift off to sleep.