A/N: Almost caught up! This is a direct continuation of the last prompt, obviously, and it's shorter, but I think I did well with it. Up next is Day 5, which will be uploaded tomorrow. :)

Enjoy!

Warnings: None that I know of.
Word Count: 1508 words.

Anna's head was pounding.

"Goddammit..." She pressed a hand to her forehead, trying not to trip over her feet as she stumbled her way to the front door. Nothing was spinning too badly but it still felt like she was fighting against gravity.

"I drank too much, but not nearly enough." She groaned, shaking her head. It only made everything worse.

And now my car's stuck at Kristoff's. Fucking great.

Anna sighed and walked up the steps to the door. She fished her keys out of her jacket pocket and unlocked the door... only to pause with her hand on the doorknob.

What if Elsa was still awake? What if she was still angry? Anna didn't wanna stay at Kristoff's all night but maybe she should have. She didn't think she could take another argument like that, not so quickly after the last, and certainly not while she was borderline drunk.

I'm not that bad... besides she's probably asleep.

But what if she isn't.

Anna gritted her teeth. "Well, I'm here, and not at Kristoff's, so standing out here half-drunk moping about it isn't going to make the situation any better."

Silence.

Anna sighed and pushed the door open.

Elsa was asleep on the couch, her head bent at an awkward angle against a pillow and her left arm tucked uncomfortably underneath her body. Her body twitched as she dreamed, her brow furrowed. Because of the way she was lying, her breathing was harsh. Her whole body jumped when Anna closed the door.

"Mmm?"

Elsa picked her head up briefly, eyes still closed. She turned around onto her side, groaning and huffing in annoyance, and then promptly fell back down.

Anna sighed and kicked her shoes off by the door. Walking over to her wife, she looked her over, and any anger or bitterness she felt faded away.

She wasn't angry at Elsa. She never was. Anna knew the fault didn't lie with her wife.

But that doesn't excuse anything.

Anna swallowed her emotions down; she was tired and drunk and she wasn't going to deal with this right now. Instead, she bent down and wrapped her arms around Elsa, picking her up from the couch. Elsa mumbled something unintelligible but didn't wake. She merely tucked her head under Anna's chin and quieted as Anna carried her off to their bedroom, who made sure to keep from jostling the blonde woman too much.

Struggling with opening the bedroom door, she eventually opened it and carried her wife the rest of the way to their bed. Lying her down gently, she watched Elsa squirm to get into a comfortable position, and then tucked the blankets around her. She watched the expression on her wife's face slowly relax, her brow no longer furrowed, her jaw no longer tense. Anna brushed a strand of hair out of Elsa's face, then leaned down and kissed her on the cheek.

Sleep well, Elsa.

Sighing, Anna straightened up and drew her jacket tighter around herself as she turned to leave. She opened the bedroom door as quietly as she could, tiptoed out, and then closed it behind herself. Taking a deep breath, she started to walk down the hall.

And promptly bumped into something.

"Shit!"

Anna flailed and ended up tripping over her feet, falling backwards and smacking the back of her head on the bedroom door hard.

"Fuck!"

"Mama, that's two for the swear jar!"

Anna looked up from where she was sitting against the door. Between the darkness and the colored spots that took over most of her vision, she could barely make out a small shadow staring down at her. She groaned and rubbed the back of her head. She was going to wake up with worse than a simple hangover.

"Olaf, what on earth are you doing up right now."

"I woke up."

Anna huffed, blowing her bangs out of her face. "I can see that..."

Suddenly the bedroom door flew open and Anna squawked as she fell backwards, sprawled over on the ground. Light spilled in from the bedroom and blinded her momentarily. Blinking, her vision cleared up just in time to see Elsa freeze mid-step, just stopping herself from stepping on Anna's stomach.

That wouldn't have been good.

"Anna?" Elsa's voice was still thick with sleep, but her eyes were wide awake and alert. She bent down and helped Anna back onto her feet. The world spun even more harshly and she had to support herself against the wall.

"Are you okay? How bad did you hit your head, do you have a concussion?"

"Elsa, I'll be fine. I'm just..." A little drunk. Anna shook her head. "I'll be fine."

Elsa was staring her down, and something in her eyes indicated that she understood. She only sighed and nodded once, although she never took her eyes off of Anna.

"You should go lie down."

Anna grinned. "I was actually about to go do that."

"I'll make you an icepack."

"No, it's okay, I'll do it myself."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, don't worry about it."

"Are you hungry?"

"No, Kristoff ordered us a pizza."

Elsa shut her mouth at that. It seemed all she could do was avert her eyes and nod. Anna looked at her tiredly, her frustration ebbing away. She sighed, running a hand down her face. Turning away, she instead focused on Olaf, who was watching their exchange closely.

"You need to get back to bed, Olaf."

"You're supposed to read me a bedtime story."

"I'll read you one tomorrow." She straightened her posture and pointed down the hallway. "Bed."

Olaf snapped to attention with a salute, and then promptly turned to run down the hallway. Before either Anna or Elsa could react, however, he turned back and wrapped his arms around Anna's midsection in a hug that sent her tumbling back into the wall.

"Love you, Mama."

Anna froze, her heart pounding up into her throat. Shocked, she looked to Elsa, who was watching the scene unfold with a fond smile on her face, leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed. Swallowing, Anna slowly lowered her arms to try and hug Olaf back, but it felt too awkward, so she settled with ruffling up his hair.

"I love you, too, Olaf."

He looked up at her and smiled. She smiled back and pinched his nose between her fingers. "Now, to bed with you."

Olaf jerked his head back violently and rubbed at his nose, giggling as he ran down the hallway to his room. He disappeared behind his door and swung it shut. Anna sighed and leaned against the wall, pinching the bridge of her nose. It was silent for a few seconds longer when Elsa spoke.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

Anna looked to her wife, seeing the concerned expression on her face lined with exhaustion. She only smiled and nodded.

"I'll be fine, don't worry, Els." She gestured back into their bedroom. "You should get back to bed. I'll sleep on the couch."

"No, Anna—you sleep in the bed. You need to rest well."

"It's okay, you slept on the couch all night. Besides, I'm not that tired."

"Anna, please—"

"Elsa, I'm fine, go to bed."

"Anna."

"No."

"Anna!"

"No!"

They were glaring at each other, halfway down the hallway, when Elsa's stomach growled loudly. She closed her eyes and groaned. Anna smiled.

"You never ate, did you."

Elsa shook her head and smiled back when Anna laughed.

"C'mon, I'll heat something up for you."

"Only if you'll let me make you an icepack."

"Deal."

They walked over to the kitchen and Anna took a container of Chinese food out of the fridge and into the microwave. As it heated up, she walked over to the couch and turned the tv on. She was flipping through their movies when Elsa joined her on the couch, food and icepack in hand.

"What are you in the mood to watch?"

"Anything that'll put me to sleep." Elsa put the food on the table and then turned to her and gently ran her free hand over the back of her head. Anna winced.

"Sorry, does it hurt bad?"

"A little worse than I thought it would."

Elsa leaned down and kissed the back of her head. Anna felt her face grow hot, warmth blooming in her chest, as Elsa placed the icepack and applied pressure.

"Better?" she asked with a smile on her face.

"Loads. Thanks, dear."

Elsa kissed her temple, lowering her hand to Anna's back and rubbing in slow soothing circles. Anna took her hand gently into her own and squeezed.

"I'm sorry, Anna."

"I know..." Anna took a deep breath, her body trembling. "I'm sorry, too."

They stayed like that for a long time, leaning into each other. The raw energy between them hung in the air, thick and uncertain. It had never left, they knew, but it could wait a while longer.

In this moment, they were all that mattered, and they had all the time in the world.