A/N: Just a short, one shot, canon Elsanna drabble I decided to write. The premise is that Elsa doesn't know how to ask for hugs or really show affection properly at all. Set shortly after the events in Frozen.

Thirteen years of having no physical or social contact with people took its toll on Elsa. She was exceptionally skilled in dealing with trade agreements and other items that passed her way as queen, but that was because those things could be studied. She could read them, learn about them from a book, and perfect them alone.

Elsa could do all kinds of things, she could create life using powerful memories. Olaf was created using thoughts of her fondest moments, those she spent with Anna as a child. Marshmallow was melded out of fear, the terror of hurting her dear sister. The young queen could freeze the world over if she so desired, or if she lost control. She could do anything... almost.

Funny, the one thing she couldn't do was so simple. It was far less complex than trade agreements, easier than running a kingdom, even simpler than rejecting various marriage proposals. Well, at least for anyone else it would be. For Elsa, it was always a challenge.

Queen Elsa's ineptitude laid only with interacting with the one person she cared most about in the world. Her dear sister, Anna. The older sibling never had any idea what to say, years of isolation made sure of that. She didn't know how much contact was normal, how to respond to certain social cues, she didn't really know anything about just... talking to someone.

She wished she did. She wanted to get better at it, she wanted to know when it was proper to hug, she wanted to know how to have meaningful conversations, the ones that reach in and gently warm your heart. She wanted to know how to initiate a hug, to know if they were something you even were supposed to ask for.

But she didn't.

Elsa could never get enough of Anna's hugs. They were the most intense, mind numbing feeling of euphoria for her, namely because of her many years of isolation. She was so close to Anna before, she knew how to play, how to talk to her. She wanted all that again, and she was slowly learning.

Luckily, for The Queen, Anna understood her older sister well. At that moment, Elsa was shyly reaching her arms a little forward by her sides, happy to see Anna, longing for a hug. The only problem was she didn't know how to initiate such and act.

Anna, on the other hand, was excellent at it. The red haired girl never failed to see Elsa's shy cue, and certainly never let the opportunity to show affection to her older sister pass by.

So they had a system. Elsa, after a long day or an upsetting moment would cautiously reach her hands out, as if she was going to breach some sort of boundary. Anna would play her part, take quick notice of the offered hug (albeit offered in Elsa's unique way) and leap into the older girl's arms, comforting her.

And so she did. Elsa stood, a small, shy smile on her lips. Anna embraced her older sister, wrapping tightly around her, purring quietly at the contact. The two would meld together and let out contented sighs, the younger whispering a breathy, warm "I love you" into the other's ear. It was an affection that Elsa had not yet been able to return in words, but Anna understood.

Anna knew her sister better than anyone, and although Elsa may have been terrible at social interaction and speaking affection, the two had sort of a language. Anna understood Elsa through and through, knew all of her quirks.

And she loved every single one.