A/N: Diabetic Ketoacidosis, anyone?

Enjoy the sweet fluff while you can ;)

"Ughh, does it ever snow in Arendelle?" Anna peered out the window at the crisp, dry December afternoon, distinctly lacking a certain white powder. Not drugs, she clarified unnecessarily to herself.

Her and Elsa were perched on the living room couch, snuggled up together like, well, two birds of a feather would be. They had a shared blanket draped over their bodies, Elsa's arm around Anna, who laid her contented cheek upon an inviting upper chest. My spot, she placidly reminded herself, thinking back to their most recent movie night.

A fire crepitated in the backdrop, it's crackling orange flames bathing the room with not only physical warmth, but the soft hue of cozy, warm colors. Upon the TV played the classic White Christmas, quietly, blending into the background chatter coming from the next room over. How topical, Anna jested to herself.

They had struck an easy deal. They'd spend half of Christmas at each house. Anna had arrived at Elsa's at the buttcrack of dawn- well, at least Anna's version of that, which was about nine-thirty in the morning, and after lunch she drove the elder back to her own home. Kai had graciously invited both Agnarr and Idunn for holiday dinner alongside their daughter. The three adults sat in the dining room until the roast was ready, surrendering the living room to provide the girls some space and privacy. But not too much.

So, really, Elsa got to spend the entirety of Christmas with her family and Anna. Cheater, the redhead smirked, glancing at the girl. She wore a new hoodie. The smirk tilted into a full grin. A mint green hoodie, with a custom snowflake print on the chest. No, it didn't make sense, but Elsa loved it, and that's all that really mattered.

Anna, on the other hand, and by nothing but her incredible force of will, kept herself from playing that new game that Elsa got her for Christmas. She must have remembered.

"Hmm," the blonde considered thoughtfully. "No, no lot a lot. But we usually get some each year. Did it snow a lot where you used to live?" Elsa asked while she idly ran her finger through auburn tresses of hair.

Anna shivered in response to the delightful touch. "Not a lot, no. But it used to snow all the time when I was a kid." She shifted in her seat, sitting a little more upright and gazing out the window. Elsa's hand paused as she regarded Anna's saddened expression. "My dad and I we- well, I don't remember much about him, but I do remember that we'd always go out and build a snowman together. He always um-" she choked on her words, the subject clearly weighing on her. Elsa brought her hand down to lace her soft fingers together with Anna's, who looked down at the action with shimmering teal eyes. "He always had the strangest looking carrots to use as noses," she chuckled through the tightness in her throat and sniffled.

Elsa smiled warmly, gently. She squeezed the hand in hers. "He sounds like he had a good sense of humor."

Nodding and wiping a couple tears away, the redhead confirmed. "Yeah, yeah he did. And I'd- well, he'd always let me find the sticks for arms." A pained smile. "They never looked quite right, and the snowman was always lopsided, but he always said that it's perfect and he loves it-" she swallowed hard, closing her eyes and drawing a difficult breath in. "Then he'd bop me in the nose and say 'just like you'."

Lightening the mood a little, but careful not to shut down the conversation, Elsa quipped "well then he sounds like a smart man, too."

Anna let out a breathy laugh, peering up at Elsa. Their faces were so close, reflecting the intimate moment. "Since then, I've- I've always loved the snow." Elsa had the urge to wipe a running tear and errant strand of hair away from the softly sobbing girl, but both of her hands were preoccupied. Anna pressed their joined hands against her heart and, with a shuddering breath, continued. "I guess- I guess in a way, it lets me feel closer to him. Like he's still here somehow. You know?" She looked hopefully up.

Elsa nodded, taking her time to find the right words as she searched the bereft and yearning eyes before her. "Yeah," she started, "it's good to have something like that, something to remember them by." She brushed her thumb over the back of Anna's hand soothingly, who, in response to both the action and the words, squeezed herself tightly into Elsa's side, burying her head near the crook of her neck. She pressed so tightly that Elsa was sure she was trying to crawl inside of her. She did add "when it snows, we'll build all the snowmen."

Anna laughed, her body jerking against Elsa's and her breath splashing against her neck and shoulder. "I'd really like that," the younger said with tears in her voice.

Elsa rubbed a soothing hand up and down the other girl's back. "We'll get the strangest looking carrots we can."

Another giggle, and it was perhaps the most magical thing Elsa had heard that holiday season. With comically good timing, Kai hollered from the entrance to the living room "girls, dinner!" putting an end, at least momentarily, to their conversation.

"Phew," Anna said, sitting up. Elsa missed the bodily contact instantly, the cold air replacing Anna's warm touch and hand. Wiping away hair and staining, smeared tears from her face and nose, the redhead finished her joke. "All this moping and reminiscing really works up an appetite!"

Elsa laughed. "Indeed it does. I think you've earned yourself a feast fit for a queen." standing beside Anna, she was delighted when a freckled arm reached out and once again interlaced their fingers for the short walk to the dining room.

"You'll address me as none other than 'your majesty' from now on," she proudly proclaimed, lifting her chin with hauteur.

Elsa rolled her eyes. "Yes, your majesty."

Anna winked. "You know, I actually could get used to that."

She had already been in a good mood, but Anna's mood elevated more after her chat with Elsa. It had been a very long time since she was able to open up about her parents, and confiding in Elsa about it just felt- well it just felt so right. She didn't bother to wipe the stupid grin off her face as she led Elsa by the hand to the dining room.

The meal was jovial, the girls sitting side by side, Kai's boisterous laughter and the focal food helping shroud when Anna would lay her hand on Elsa's thigh, eliciting a delightfully adorable blush and smile. Or when Elsa would accidentally brush her arm against Anna's when reaching for an item on the table. The little winks to each other and twirls of strawberry and platinum hair as they engaged their elders in lively conversation.

Or when they stopped caring altogether, and Anna rested her head affectionately against the side of Elsa's shoulder.

Agnarr met his daughter's eyes as he raised his glass for another drink, looking upon her with great pride and a loving, fatherly crinkle by his hazel eyes.

Elsa grinned back, lacing her fingers with Anna's, but not peeling her gaze away from her parents. She wondered, really wondered, if she had ever lived a moment as happy as that instant.

She couldn't think of any to compare.

"I propose a toast," he said, ringing in the eventful evening and bringing his glass upwards. "To new friends, family, and loved ones."

"To loved ones," Kai summarized, meeting the other man's glass with his own. Idunn smiled, raking her eyes around the room and allowing them to pause for several seconds on her beloved daughter. She rang her drink around, too, the girls lifting their less adult beverages to meet in the air.

"To crush-friends," Anna smirked, just loud enough for Elsa to hear. She was met with a blush and a nod, not to forget about the tightening of a cool hand in hers.

Bellies satiated and merry, the girls dismissed themselves. "Come on, Elsa, you've made me wait for long enough to play my game!" The bubbly girl pulled Elsa by the hand as she skipped out of the room, braids- and Elsa- flailing about in her wake of jubilee.

"But I didn't- ah! Anna, careful!" She dodged an errant wall. Who put that there anyway?

Their voices bled away as the sound of footsteps on stairs rumbled the house. "Door open!" Kai hollered loud enough for the neighbors to hear.

The only response he got was a dramatic and drawn out "Duhhh!" from his niece. He laughed and rolled his eyes.

Agnarr had watched them with a soft smile gracing his relatively un-aged features for his age. He held Idunn's hand in his own, moving to meet Kai's eyes. "You know, Elsa has really come out of her shell this year-" he glanced at his wife, ensuring that they were on the same page. She nodded. "And I do believe we have Anna- and you of course- mostly to thank for that."

"There's nothing that makes us prouder than to see our little Elsa growing into her own young woman," Idunn added, placing her free hand on top of her and her husband's held ones. "Anna's a very good kid, she has the kindest heart of anyone we could have asked for for our daughter."

Kai nodded, understanding the implicit meaning behind the words. His heart filled with pride as well, as he looked at the now empty passageway to the next room. He spoke honestly, agreeing with the married couple, a loving smile tugging upwards at the corner of his commonly affable mouth. "Indeed. I do believe that Elsa has been a force for good in Anna's life as well." He paused, choosing his words. "Anna is bright, and the kindest child I could hope to raise, but she carries a tremendous pain inside." His eyes glanced to Agnarr's, then Idunn's. He did not have to explain for them to know what tormented Anna. "From where I'm sitting, Elsa has helped her immensely with this pain. I do believe that they have been- and will continue to be- very good for each other."

And Agnarr could see the tears beginning to glisten in the man's eyes. He smiled, raising his glass once more. "To healing, to growth, to happiness." He paused momentarily, "both Elsa's and Anna's."

"Oh come on no no no no no!" Anna kept muttering under her breath as Elsa watched her character run nimbly through a hellfire of bullets, desperately trying to find cover. This game was violent, intense, and she was surprised at how much it gripped her, even as a spectator. Her heart clenched, on the edge of her seat as Anna dove her character behind a wall just a split second too late "oh COME ON!" the redhead practically shouted in exasperation. She lay prone, propped up on her elbows at the foot of her bed while Elsa lounged behind, back relaxing against the headboard. Elsa was pretty sure that some of Anna's butt-wiggles were on purpose.

Anna's character respawned, she hunkered down, mentally preparing herself for another go at the rather intense firefight. Focus. Anna needed to focus. Nothing but this moment existed. Winning. She'd win! CRACK went the first gunshots, and Anna dove into action-

"Elsa!" The voice coming from in her room caused both girls to jump and look.

"Mr. Snoww!" Anna whined, rolling on her back dramatically after the distraction cost her game character dearly, "you killed me!"

Agnarr chuckled. "Sorry Anna, I forget how dangerous your life becomes sometimes." She just narrowed her eyes playfully at him. He turned his attention to Elsa. "It's time to go, kiddo."

"Oh um, ok-"

"Can't she stay a little longer?" Anna begged sweetly.

He checked his watch. "It's getting quite late already."

"I'll drive her back," the redhead offered. Elsa blushed.

"That's very nice of you, Anna, but we would like some time with our daughter today," the man joked in a good-natured manner.

"Fine," she conceded, her tenor over the top, "I supposed you can have her back now."

Elsa giggled and somewhat reluctantly got off of the bed. She turned to Anna, who was now standing up, too. "I um," the blonde stated nervously, peering at the ground and all-too aware that her father was standing just a few feet away. She shifted her gaze to Anna, to her bright eyes, her impressive grin, and her cute, soft cheeks and freckles. She stepped close. "I'll-" she tried again, but the words caught in her throat.

Anna smiled encouragingly, but did not interrupt.

"I'll miss you," she finally settled on.

"Awe, I'll miss you, too, Elsa," Anna cooed, pulling her into a tight hug. The contact rendered Elsa's heart liquid, reveling in the contact between the two. Soft auburn bangs playfully tickled her cheek and the tip of her nose, the faint scent of strawberry conditioner mingling amiably with her senses. Anna's chin rested perfectly on her dainty shoulder. Elsa's heart buzzed, but she still wanted more.

Then they pulled away, and the night was coming to a close, and Elsa didn't want it to. She stood there, biding time, eyes awkwardly roaming as her hands came to play with her braid. Her face was bright red, and Anna could tell she was waiting on- or contemplating- something. Azure eyes lowered to Anna's lips, and the redhead could almost feel the contact they both yearned for in that moment. Her heart skipped a beat in anticipation, lips now tingling like pins and needles. Anna's eyes flickered to Mr. Snow, and understanding of Elsa's hesitation clicked like a light switch in her mind.

But just then, Elsa stole herself. She placed her lips timidly on Anna's, the ghostlike contact sending a shiver of delight and desire along the base of her spine. Breath hitched, the red lips parted from Anna's own all too soon and it was much too long before Anna rose from her delighted reverie to open her longing eyes. She chewed her lip because they seemed to want to pucker and grin at the same time; and her heart was beating too fast for her to bother counting it.

Elsa doing that in front of her father- effectively one of their probation officers- meant- well it meant- it meant that Anna would be way too excited to sleep that night! She purred blithely, holding her hands to her warm and fuzzy chest, replaying the simple but profound action in her mind's fond eye.

Elsa was fighting the urge to skip down the hallway. She felt- she felt warm and happy and excited and brave and proud and- and- her heart was pounding so hard and the butterflies in her stomach were all grown up and ready to escape she just- agh! Elsa was literally vibrating with excitement! Her dad could feel that, could see it, but she didn't care.

After all, how could she? The way Anna made her feel, the way her father had looked at her proudly, approval written shamelessly on his visage during dinner!

Three little words came to mind.

And Elsa wondered, was this what love felt like?