Anna put her arms above her head and stretched out like a cat; pushing against the headboard and the action resulted in her sliding down the bed. She stayed like that for a few moments; sighing contentedly.

Sometimes, there was nothing better than a good, full-body stretch.

When something poked her in the stomach, she squealed, and with a jerk, fell off the bed. "Ow." She grumbled, and put her arms onto the bed; pulling herself up enough to peer at her sister who was elegantly sitting on the bed, holding a book in her lap with one hand, and covering a chuckle with her other.

"That wasn't funny." Anna scrunched her face up in a pout.

"I beg to differ." Elsa leaned over, and held out a hand for her sister to take. "But my intention wasn't for you to fall out of bed, I swear."

"Well, I did." Anna took the offered hand and climbed back onto the bed collapsing into the pillow face first. "What time is it? It's dark outside."

"Almost midnight."

"Well, shouldn't you be asleep then?" Anna asked as she rolled onto her back.

"I should." Elsa nodded with a smile. "And I will soon enough. Did you sleep well?"

"Oh yes, it was wonderful." She grinned happily. "I think it was the most fitful nights sleep I've had in a long time. And lovely dreams too."

"What did you dream about?"

"Uh..." Anna bit her lip in thought. "I'm not sure exactly. But you were in it, and I remember a pleasant, exciting feeling? I think." She shrugged and looked up at her sister. "I hardly ever remember them after I've woken up. Only the feelings I had when I was dreaming. Like waking up from a nightmare and then feeling sad for the rest of the day."

Elsa let out a sigh and brushed her fingers over Anna's forehead to move the hair out of her eyes. "I'm sorry I wasn't there when you had bad days."

"You're here now; that's all that matters." Anna turned and cuddled into her sister's side. That pleasant, exciting feeling was still there; more so now that she was awake and close to Elsa. "Do you think they'd cook me breakfast now? I am ravenous!"

"Isn't it a little late for breakfast?"

"Or really early; it depends on your point of view."

"Yes. I suppose it does." Elsa laughed. "Just ask around; someone is bound to be up. And if not, then you could always take this opportunity to learn how to cook."

"I already tried that! It didn't end well. You can still see the scorch marks on the wall in the kitchen."

"Okay." Her sister chuckled. "No cooking then. But you'll find something to keep you going until Cook wakes up."

"Then bread and jam it will be! Actually that sounds quite delicious right now."

"Yes it does." Elsa said, as shimmied down the bed so that she was lying down; and she pulled Anna in closer with an arm wrapped around the younger woman's shoulder. "So, I spoke with The Captain of the Guard while you were asleep."

"Oh?" Anna draped her arm around her sister's waist. "And?" She asked hopefully.

"He's agreed to have you train with a sword for now. And it will be him that trains you."

Anna squealed with delight and pounced on top Elsa; squashing her sister's arm, as well as the book she hadn't put down yet, and cupped the other woman's face in her hands – and kissed her. It was only for a few moments, and the only reason she pulled away was because she started to feel a strange sensation in her stomach. "Elsa! Thank you! You're so kind and lovely and wonderful and beautiful and lovely and wonderful and kind and beautiful!"

"Alright." Elsa blushed and patted her on the back. "No need to over do it with the flattery. I've already agreed."

"That wasn't over doing it. Over doing it would be performing a song and dance routine, and ending it with all of those words written in the clouds." She smiled softly at Elsa; taking advantage of the small space between them, and marvelled

at her sister's perfect face.

It was flawless; white - like pure, untouched snow – Except for her cheeks, which looked quite flushed at the moment.

She followed the strong line of her sister's jaw; tracing it with her fingers and following it down to the exquisite neck. "I could probably manage the song and dance," She whispered. "But I don't have the ability to control clouds, I'm afraid." She drew a finger over Elsa's pulse point, and was surprised at the speed at which her sister's heart was going; and the sudden drop in temperature.

It was then she noticed her sister's shallow breathing.

"Oh my gosh, am I squashing you?" She asked, jumping off. "I'm so sorry, you should've said!"

"It's fine." Elsa dismissed the apology with a wave of her hand, and an awkward chuckle. "You're not that heavy."

"Oh, well, that's a relief." Anna drawled sarcastically, and poked her sister in the leg.

"I'm teasing, and you know it. You're as skinny as a pole – which is surprising, considering you eat like a horse."

"Why is it you end up comparing me to animals?"

"Only the adorable ones!" Elsa pointed out.

"I suppose that's something." She smiled, and turned onto her side; putting her head on her hand. "So, did anything else happen while I was asleep?"

"I haven't spoken to Kristoff, if that's what you're asking."

"No." She frowned. "I know you'll talk to him at some point - I know you'll keep you're word."

Elsa looked over to her younger sister - her mouth twitching with amusement, and then she stroked her cheek. "I'm sorry; I shouldn't have assumed that's what you meant."

Anna's annoyance evaporated instantly. "You're forgiven." She smiled, and softly kissed Elsa's thumb. "I was just curious about the kind of day you had. Did you practice?"

"Yes." Elsa moved her hand away from Anna's face, and flexed her fingers. "They've worked hard today." She flicked her digits, and small snowflakes appeared over Anna's head, and danced around.

"Pretty." The Redhead beamed as she reached up to touch them before they disappeared.

"Maybe one day I'll be able to touch someone other than you – without the gloves on."

"Like who?" Anna asked; feeling a surge of something unpleasant run through her body.

"No one in particular. I just meant it would be nice not to worry about freezing someone."

"Oh." Anna responded dumbly. "Okay. That makes sense." The unpleasant sensation dissipated. "Anything else happen?"

"No. Just boring Queen things."

"I don't mind hearing about those things."

"Maybe tomorrow then; for now, I think it's time for me to sleep."

"Okay. Maybe I'll fix your room while you're resting."

"There's no rush." Elsa smiled and placed the book she'd been reading on the nightstand then blew out the candle beside her.

The idea that Elsa wanted to be in her room - made Anna's stomach flutter. "You can't take that back, you know." She grinned and lay back on the bed.

"I wasn't planning to. Aren't you getting up? I thought you were hungry." Elsa asked; turning onto her side and putting a hand under her pillow.

"I will. Once you've fallen asleep." She answered, and raised herself up enough to blow out the candle on her side of the bed.

"What is it you think I'll get up to if you leave?" Her sister smirked.

"Nothing." She looked over to Elsa; her face barely visible from what little light came in from outside. "I just… I just want to…" She couldn't form the words she wanted to say. What did she want to say? I need to watch over you? I need to make sure you fall to sleep safely?

"It's okay." Elsa reassured and put her hand on Anna's stomach. "I know. Thank you."

"You're welcome." Anna croaked out. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

She waited until Elsa's breathing became slowly and even – and then carefully got out of bed.

A part of her wanted desperately to stay exactly where she was; to stay near her sister's warm body. But she couldn't. The pain in her belly was telling her she needed to eat.

Once she'd fetched her bread and jam from the kitchen, she went to the hiding place she had put all the letters she didn't want Elsa knowing about; the ones that weren't proposals of marriage – but proposals from men who wanted something more…Sordid.

And as she read them again - she tried to figure out what it was that she kept feeling whenever she around her sister; because it was starting to feel like her insides were being crushed.

And frankly - it wasn't a pleasant sensation.

Except for those times when it was.