Tadashi was awoken by what he could only describe as an earthquake, rumbling through his very core. He jerked awake, and when he opened his eyes he was blinded, as if someone were shining a spotlight directly at him. He squinted, trying to get his bearings, his left arm completely numb and the rest of his limbs sluggish and slow to respond. Suddenly the light vanished, and he blinked, trying to readjust to the darkness once more. The rumbling stopped, and the room became deathly quiet, until a hoarse voice broke the silence.

"Jævla helvete, Mikkel, det er to i morgen."

Tadashi felt the mattress shift, and watched as Elsa sat up in bed, her loose hair falling over her bare shoulders, having been freed from its braid not three hours previously. His eyes adjusting to the dim light, he watched Elsa on the phone, listening to whoever had dared to wake them so early in the morning. He had heard the name before, if indeed Mikkel was the name of the caller, but even as his sleep addled brain started booting up in earnest, he couldn't remember who they were. He watched Elsa's scowl deepen, before she squeezed her eyes tight and whispered harshly, "Hva i helvete er det du snakker om?". Though he couldn't quite make out what she'd said, Tadashi had seen that particular expression during one of her sister's many rambles, and got the gist. Whoever she was talking to was clearly rambling. If he listened closely enough, he could just about hear the excitement oozing through the phone.

He watched as Elsa's eyes widened, her jaw slowly dropping. He shifted, propping himself up on his arm, frowning at her reaction. He was about to ask what was wrong, but his worries instantly faded as Elsa's face slowly broke into a massive grin. "Egentlig?" She gasped, bringing a hand up to her mouth, muttering.

Tadashi sat up, putting a hand on Elsa's lower back and giving her a curious look. "Elsa?" She snapped her head round, and Tadashi couldn't help but smile slightly at her grin. "Itoshii, what's going on?"

"De har gjort skøytesporten-"

"Elsa! .. English, please?" Almost six months in to living together, and there were still times that Elsa would wake up in 'Norway-mode', and it always took a few seconds to forcibly switch to English. Tadashi would sometimes wake her up with a few words in Japanese, but as a result of a different kind of excitement.

Elsa stumbled over her words briefly, before finally exclaiming, "They've made speed-skating a Paralympic event!"

That explained it. "Wait, so… you can-" Elsa bit her lip and nodded furiously at him. As Elsa and Anna had explained to him several months ago, one of the main reasons Elsa didn't partake in her sporting passion was the prohibitive cost of the prosthetic she would need. Because speed skating was only an Olympic event, she couldn't compete, so she couldn't get sponsors, and couldn't get funds, and couldn't complete. Tadashi had planned on surprising Elsa with a prosthetic of his own design, but it was barely off the drawing board, because trying to conduct research without letting on to anybody had proved to be a lot harder than he'd anticipated.

Elsa had gone back to listening to Mikkel, who he now remembered was one of the members of the Olympic team Elsa had been a part of. He watched in awe as her excitement seemed to grow, before her face fell suddenly. Tadashi frowned, rubbing his thumb on the small of her back, "Elsa? What's wrong?" He waited patiently as she said her goodbyes to Mikkel, before dropping her hand and mobile to her lap. "Itoshii?"

"There's…. there's a demonstration. Skaters from all over the world… they want me to represent Norway."

"Elsa, that's great!"

"It's in two months time."

"So?"

"I… I can't be ready that quickly, I… I'd have to find the money, then design a prosthetic, then build it, then-"

"We."

"… what?"

"We. We'll design something, built it- hold on." Tadashi leapt out of bed, skilfully avoiding the clothes littering the floor from the sofa to the bed, walking through the door they had been too distracted to slide closed the previous evening and over to the desk that was covered in project work. He pulled his tablet out from under the mess, before making his way back to Elsa and slipping back under the covers. "I wanted this to be a surprise but… well, Anna did tell me this would be a whole lot easier if you knew." He unlocked the tablet with his thumbprint, before tapping his way to his work folders. Flicking past the multiple Baymax designs, he finally found what he was looking for, and handed the tablet to Elsa. "We have a head start."

She pinched and zoomed in and out of the blueprints, swiping a finger to look at the other blueprints, her mouth open slightly with shock. She turned to face Tadashi, staring at him for a moment, before putting the tablet aside, grabbing a pillow and hitting him with it. "Why didn't you say anything!" Tadashi was slightly relieved that from the brief glimpses he caught of her behind the pillow, she didn't seem angry. But definitely irritated.

"I wanted it to be a surprise..! You were getting so frustrated at not being able to demonstrate more advanced things to Go, I wanted to try and find a way to help. But I didn't want to tell anyone, because it's not my place and I couldn't tell you because it was a surprise. And… I didn't know how to tell you." He took the pillow from her while she was frowning at his last reason. "I was worried… you might think I was trying to… fix you, or something."

In lieu of a pillow, Elsa hit him in the chest with her fist. "Tell me! I already knowyour heart's in the right place, you doofus."

Tadashi rubbed his chest after another thwack, looking sheepishly at her. "I'm sorry, itoshii. No more surprises." The sheepish look slowly morphed into a pout, as he tried to wipe the scowl from Elsa's face. "Unless they're coated in chocolate. Or as good as." He leaned in, silencing her inevitable defence of chocolate with a kiss, before lowering them both back down to the bed.
"Oh, I'll prove to you I can be just as good as chocolate."

"… that's a big crowd."

"It is."

"… that's a really big crowd."

"Mhmm hmm."

"… I think I left the oven on."

Tadashi snorted; Elsa hadn't used the oven in the entire time they'd been living together, or ever, if her cooking was anything to go by. "Elsa, you'll be fine."

Tadashi was stood behind Elsa, his arms wrapped around her in an attempt to keep her warm whilst they waited in the wings. The couple, Anna and Kristoff, and the rest of the gang had made another trip to Norway for the event, and GoGo had even worked her way into an amateur event, leaving the rest of her competitors miles behind her, putting Elsa's recent slew of tips and tricks to good use.

Following the premature reveal of Tadashi's surprise, he and Elsa had worked almost non-stop on the project, and by the end of the week, they were at the ice rink, testing and tweaking the finished product. Midway through one test, the gang had arrived, curious as to what was keeping the pair at the slope all day, every day. After the initial shock of finding out what had been going on, GoGo had run off, grabbed her skates and ran back, demanding a race with her teacher, the rest of their friends desperate to see it.

Already caught up in the fun she was having on the ice and heartened at their positive reaction to what she had kept hidden for so long, she had agreed, but lost to her student by the skin of her teeth. After that, she had practised even harder, determined to make winning as difficult as possible for GoGo, whilst also teaching her the more advanced moves that Anna had been unable to demonstrate on her sister's behalf.

The extra practice had gone some way into preparing Elsa for racing, but she hadn't represented her native country in a long time. The fact that she was doing so in her native country had done nothing to calm her nerves.

Tadashi was trying to help, rubbing her hands gently up and down her arms, trying to keep her as warm as he could, given that they were only a few feet from an ice rink, in a freezing cold arena, and she was wearing a lycra bodysuit.

"You know, as figure hugging as this is, I much prefer you without this on." He lightly traced the line of the flag emblazoned on her back, grinning at her reaction to his touch.

"Tadashi, stop… I need to try and focus."

"And I'm trying to keep you warm." He moved his arms back round to hugging her waist, burying his nose in the crook of her neck, kissing his way to just below her ear. She half-heartedly protested again, closing her eyes and diverting her focus to his lips.

"… all fired up?"

"God, yes." She opened her eyes and looked at him, but stopped herself from pulling him into a kiss at the mischievous grin he wore.

"Then have fun." He suddenly let go of her and gently pushed her in the direction of the entrance to the rink, before running off. As she came back to her senses, she heard the announcer introducing the next race - hers. She glared after him, cursing at him under her breath as she made her way to the rink, but anger gave way to complete shock as the home crowd exploded when her blade touched the ice. Turning as red as her uniform, she glided over to the starting line, waving as her name was announced to the audience. She glanced around the rink and spotted her old team mates, sat next to her friends and family. She grinned, waving even harder at them, chuckling as Fred broke out into a mascot routine.

The audience began to calm, and her attention, and that of the other competitors was drawn to the referee. Taking a deep breath, she lowered herself into a starting position. As the gun went off, she pushed herself off the starting line, only to have to turn back around after a false start was declared.
The referee glided over to the offending athlete to give him his warning. Elsa took the opportunity to look up and down the line.

It was a mixed group, men and women, devoid of the younger teenage athletes the Olympic sport was used to hosting. Each one was representing a different country; some people she knew, most she didn't. The entire event had been filled with mismatching groups of athletes, given the general lack of professional teams. It had been organised as more of a celebration than anything else, but for Elsa and the other professional-level competitors, who would draw the event to a close with an extended short track race, the few minutes they would spend on the ice would feel like a battle to the death.

With everyone lined up again, and the referee back in his place at the centre of the rink, Elsa prepared herself again. After the gun, the entire race was a blur. It was as if she were alone on the rink in San Fransokyo, her braid flying behind her as she pushed herself off the starting line and away from the other competitors, fingers brushing the ice as she glided around the first corner. She could barely hear the roar of the crowd for the blood in her ears, her heart beating wildly in her chest, her lungs and legs burning by the end of the final lap. She clenched her jaw as she saw the finish line come into view, pushing hard, her foot extended as she crossed the line in case someone tried to beat her right at the line.

Elsa turned her head to the side… then to the other side. She frowned, spinning spun around - she couldn't have been last, surely? Her doubts were quashed, and she blinked hard as she watched the next competitor cross the line more than two seconds after she had. As she continued backwards, she caught sight of her name in the first position slot, and her hands shot to her mouth. Her back hit the wall, and the impact was enough to jar her back to reality, and she suddenly heard the crowd roaring its approval, felt the claps of hands on her shoulders as the people directly behind her congratulated her.

She laughed, unable to do much else, and pushed herself back over to the other competitors to thank them. As she hugged the last one, she caught sight of Tadashi and the gang at the bottom of the stands, cheering from the wall. She sped over, almost making Tadashi fall over from the force of the hug, squealing as he lifted her up as best he could with the wall in between them.

Of all the candid pictures Honey took that day, only one was framed upon their return; Elsa with her skates firmly on the ice, Tadashi with his legs in the air, resting on his stomach atop the wall, their lips locked in a congratulatory kiss, their arms around each other, and the gang and most of the Norwegian Olympic and Paralympic teams pulling faces behind them.