When she wakes, there's a warmth at her back, with soft arms wrapped around her middle. Elsa's snoring, just a little, and Anna just wants to go back to sleep.
She tries, but then Elsa moves a little closer, belly pressing into the small of Anna's back. Slowly, Anna turns around, ready to awaken her friend.
The words die on her tongue. Elsa's eyes flutter behind the lids; long eyelashes rest on cheeks dusted with freckles. Anna's never been this close to her before, and that scares her because...
Because she wants to be closer.